#it was hella hotter earlier

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tumblrinas, please check on your UK friends in this heat. We have no A/C. We are not okay.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

I make four Milf Models on the list (and a Fifth on in Shiranui) and then I go and find Six more 'Mature' Gems! Dammit...

Anyways let me introduce the Six new candidates.

1.) Cattleya (Queen's Blade)

Not gonna like, I know noithing besides that she has huge tits, glasses and is a blacksmith with hella muscle... That is more then enough! I would make her son and Jaune friends, and Cattleya is the only woman the Arc trust to forge their weapons and upkeep them. Her son Rana is one of the only people Jaune trust around his sisters.

2.) Kie Kamado (Demon Slayer)

So truth be told, I have not watched Demon Slayer... And this woman and her four dead kids are why! Like THE FUQ!? Jesus man this crap broke my heart, I... I just moved right along to happy anime cuz that shit makes me sad as fuck... So yeah they would live in Ansel, and she would be Juniper's best friend and one of the very few women he can understand the sheer difficulties of raising a small team of children. But worst, because she has to do it alone... Then Grimm attack, and while everyone else is trying to protect their own. Little Jaune rushes to help his best friend Tanjiro and his siblings! Auraless and with only his families sword in hand that he can barely wield the two boys actually manage to kill a Beowulf and proceed to get them to the safety of the Arc House.

3.) Shizu Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!! Seriously this woman somehow had a worst death then Kie! SHE ATE HER KIDS!!! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!!! OH! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT SHE WAS GETTEN BEATEN BY HER HUSBAND!!! God Dammit, at this point I'm starting to think it's a good thing pig boy was raised by boars. If his mom had been with him instead of abandoning him in thew woods (I assume) she'd probably be dead too! Much less lightening whiney bitch I swear don't give him a tragic backstory too! I do not want to like him... As for shizu, Imma play the Cardin card, and say the two older brothers are bullies in Ansel. Lashing out at others because of their abusive father and of course Jaune is a very ripe target, the envy of the pair because of his kind strong father. Jaune is mad, but after talking to his sisters he decides to invite the boys over to dinner, and try to be friends, after all like his mom says, friends are just strangers you haven't met yet. And besides... Their like him and Tanjiro, he heard they have a lot of siblings too. They should make a club together! It is as little Jaune is having these thoughts that he stumbles upon it... then father beating them, them and their poor mom! And much like with the Ursa Jaune rushes in. And gets beaten within a inch of his life, but doesn't stop, grabbing forks, spoons anything he can get his hands on... Telling them to run, to get his dad. Papa Arc does come forward and what he finds is his son, bloody, beaten barely able to stand, but standing he is, and protecting the poor lady with a broken leg from her evil husband... And then the man is gone, his head taken, the Arc Patriarch not hesitating for even a second.

4.) Ruka Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

'It is the obligation of those born strong to defend the weak. Don't ever forget that..'

That Fucking Line! That Fucking Line Right There Makes Her Hotter Then The Other Two! Oh and what do you know, another piece of shit husband!

Okay, so I get he only turned piece of shit cuz she died bu-NO! You Know what, Fuck that Your Son Died Cuz You Couldn't Step Up And Live Up To Your Wives Words! Fuck You!!! That Drunk Bastard Insulted her memory and made her have to suffer meeting her son FAR TOO EARLY!!!

There is no way this woman doesn't hate her husband from beyond the grave! So here what would happen, Shinjuro would snap earlier then like when his wife is first diagnosed with the disease. At first he tries to stay strong but then begins to drink, then gets pissed when told nothing can be done!

And then in his denial he tries to force them to leave to Atlas, to hopefully find a cure or way to treat her... But Ruka refuses, Ansel needs them, negativity has been on the rise and Grimm have shown up more often. So he begins to drink and rant, and rave and Ruka watches her husband betray both himself and her faith in him.

And then he leaves, taking her with him one night, in desperation kidnapping his own wife against her will, her body far too weak to resist to take her to Atlas forcibly if needed. He uses a favor Papa and Mama Arc owe him to watch his kids while he's gone (Lying and saying he convinced Ruka)

And it is as he was gone that Ansel was attacked, his sons forced to fight, children like them, Jaune, little Tanjiro and the Shinazugawa brothers barely managing to take his place, but not without injury.

When he returns, he isn't met with scorn, nor blame... Not from anyone, except his wife! Ruka will not forgive him, and would rather die alone then married to him... He leaves, bitter angry but knowing she was right. And it was as this was happening that her son brings Jaune to her, the boy noticing several cuts and bruises she'd received from her forceful travels... He reaches out, and uses the power he discovered while the held off the Grimm.

The power that let mere kids like them fight and barely make up the difference her Ex-Husbands absence... His Semblance, Aura Amplification, every doctor had told her her disease wasn't treatable because her body simply lacked the strength to fight it, her immune system was too too compromised and her body too fragile by that point to maintain.

But Jaune's power, it's strength was one of a nature to empower others, to share with them his strength, his vigor, his will and soul, and Jaune wouldn't stop sharing his strength until it was enough to save her!

It was the logic of a simply youth, if he could kill monsters as big as Grimm, he refused to let small ones so tiny and weak take one of his friends moms! The same woman who told him he could be a huntsman! No! That said it was his duty to be one! Well What Kinda Huntsman Couldn't Save a mother!

5.) Rinko Iori (Gundam... Apparently -///-)

I...I did not know she was from a anime... I firmly thought she was a hentai mom... But no, apparently she is from Gundam. Well, I think I've said enough and these pictures hopefully speak for themselves...

I'd say she is a Argus mom, and helped Saphron and Terra navigate raising their first kid.

6.) Mirelia Q Melromarc

She Is A Queen! (Literally!) but no... Like seriously she is best girl, she showed up and everything, oh everything just turned pure euphoria for me. And God Damn She hated her husband! I wish they went more in on how thoroughly pissed she was in the anime like they did in the light novel.

Seriously a fucked up daughter and husband... just... Fuck man, and seriously FUCK BITCH For What She did! (If you read the Web Novel you know what I'm talking about) And fuck Trash too! Y'know it was so he could have a redemption Arc.

Fuck that, as far as I'm concerned those two need death like I need air. Naofumi is her (Only) daughter's fiancée. Which means she's in need of a new consort, a noble, strong, kind one who has a sharp wit.

[celestie0]

ELLIEIEIIEIEIE hiii ☺️💗

its been forever bae i’ve missed uuu ☹️ i’ve been so busy lately i havent had time to send in my asks 😞 i’ve been thinking abt u tho 😘🤞(omg gojo is that u?? am i gojo??)

OKAY BUT BAE OH MY GODDDDD I’ve started catching feelings for one of my friends and he is literally the sweetest kindest most caring boy i’ve ever met. we’ve been friends for YEARS and he has literally NEVER hurt me. he’s the kind of person you can talk to about anything and he will literally literally not judge you no matter what ☹️whenever im with him i always feel so safe

OKAY BUT LEMME TELL U A FEW THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED WITH HIM CAUSE LIKE I SWEAR THERES SOMETHING BETWEEN US⁉️

okay so a while ago his friend who imma call J was interested in me and kept trying to flirt with me, but the guy i like (imma call him C) noticed this and he got like very protective of me. like for example he wouldn’t leave me alone with J, he’d be kinda touchy when J was around and he always made sure to keep J at a distance. One time tho J approached me when C was busy doing something and J was like saying some kinda weird creepy stuff to me so when I told C he was FURIOUS 😭 I swear he looked like he wanted to smack someone, I also found out that J was a playboy and he liked to mess with a lot of girls so I think thats why C was acting that way??

the other time was a few days ago C and I decided to hang out at a park bc it was a nice day and I decided to make a flower crown bc there were a bunch of daisies,, so I was sitting on the grass making it and C was sitting next to me watching me so I asked if he wanted one but like the boring man he is he said no 😒😒 so i picked up a daisy and tucked it behind his ear instead 😆 he wore it the entire time we were out and he even kept it ☹️ lowk felt like i was having a main character moment, LIKE IT FELT STRAIGHT OUTTA A FANFIC OR SOMETHING 😭 it felt fanfic worthy anyway 🤷‍♀️ OKAY BUT I SWEAR I CANT TELL IF HE KNOWS IN FLIRTING WITH HIM OR NOT 😭 cause like i said we’ve been friends for years so we’re just super comfortable and close with each other 😭😭

okay but enough abt C,, how’re u doing bae?? i’ve been missing u lately ☹️💗 i hope you’ve been taking care of yourself! it was pretty hot up here in norcal for this past week so I can only assume its been hot down there as well?? imma tell u bae as a city girl,, i cannot deal with hot weather. over 67° and i’m melting 😭 idk how you guys in socal do it 😭

anyway bae thats all for now,,

BYEBYE AND I LOVE U SO MUCH 💗💗

-🦌 anon

awwww hii my love i was thinking about you earlier last week!! so happy to see u <33

omg 🤧 C sounds soooo nice :””) he had those red flag glasses on when he was steering u clear of J but also maybe he was jealousss?? 🤔🫣🤭 also the flower thing is so adorable n you’re so right that’s like straight out of a fanfiction omggg ✋🏼😭 friends to lovers goes CRAZZYYY. if you like him bb u should tell him how u feeeeeel. i just watched ‘one day’ netflix series recently which is like friends to lovers but hella slowburn over the course of like twenty years but if there’s anything it taught me, it was to just tell ppl how u feel honestlyyy 😭😭😭 i’m rooting for you!! also is this the same guy that you were texting last time that wanted to stay awake w youuu at night?? 👁️

i’ve been doing well my love!! i just got back from a 20 mile bike ride so i’m exhausted n gonna go pass out LOL. im training to do a 100 miler w my friends in october so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 been spending sunday mornings working on rides haha. but yea im chillin im gonna hang out w my mom cuz mothers day i think her fav brunch spot is doing some 15% off mimosas thing so my brother n i are gonna take her there. YEA omg its getting hotter slowly, surprisingly this week is going to be still cold for us, tbh it’s supposed to be hotter this time of the year i’m a bit surprised by how pleasant it was when i was out riding today?? the sun only came out around 10am. shocked but i’m not complaining HAHAHA. we’re like low 70s rn and its bliss bc once summer hits i just wanna DIE. so jelly of youuu ik norcal has some wind to cut the heat too but not so much here at least not where i live since i’m more central from the beach 😭

i missed u toooo bb so nice to hear from you <333 LOVE YA HUGS N KISSES 💋 💕

- ellie 🦢

[love-hatred-stuff]

Mad at him } Jung Jaehyun [nct]

》 genre:

angst, light fluff

》 warning(s):

Jaehyun swears a lot & is kind of a dick, mention of other idols [ma johnny], um that's it ig

》 word count:

1.9k

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Crap, school is shit!

I was doing homework for hours now and I was still not finished with all of it. It was upsetting me, more than it should.

After I had let out a heavy and annoyed groan I heard my phone ring. Jaehyun, my boyfriend was calling me.

Wow, he actually had the time to call me.

He didn't contact me for a whole day and I was getting more pissed each minute. In the beginning of our relationship, he always made sure how my day was when we hadn't had the chance to meet up.

Today had been an absolute disaster what wasn't making my mood any better.

But I had to suppress my anger for a moment, because he was rather sensitive. What means, I better not get mad for no proper reason.

He started talking instantly after I picked up.

"Hey, sorry that I couldn't call earlier. How was your day?" His voice was monotone and I didn't like that, at all.

I felt the wish that he would've better just let me be for the rest of the day with that attitude crossing my mind. Though I tried ignoring my now mixed feelings.

"Yeah, nevermind. Mine was not the best day to be honest." I tried to reply like I normally would.

"What happened?" I wasn't in the mood to tell him about my whole day.

And because he hadn't had the time to pick me up yesterday too, I decided to tease and play a little bit. Maybe this would make my day better.

"Nothing, that's the problem. I am doing homework for hours now and my brain is about to explode. But luckily, I have Kai. He helps me out a lot, with my problems." It almost sounded like I was only talking to a friend and not my boyfriend. Acting like Jeahyun wasn't my boyfriend for almost two years now.

Since I knew, he gets angry when I'm close to other guys, it's the perfect idea to play with his feelings. Cruel, but effective.

"What do you mean, helping you with your problems? That's what I'm supposed to do. You should better get your ass here now!"

"Don't cuss at me. He's just a good friend I met in school Jaeh." I acted like I was trying to convince him that it wasn't a big deal, but in reality it was what I wanted, of course.

I wanted him to spend time with me, without telling him to.

"Do you think I care if he's just a friend? We had been friends too before we started dating, Y/N." He sounded pissed and I had to smile proudly.

"That's different." I wasn't allowed to mention that I would never replace him, like I usually would, because it had to sound a little suspicious.

"That Kai guy is going to get killed if he thinks he can have you. I want you to come over right now!" I almost giggled at his command.

"I don't think, you really want me there." I expressed my thoughts.

"What the fuck is wrong, Y/N? You know that's not true." I could hear his voice getting shaky and hard to control.

"Ok then. I'll be there in 10." I ended the call quickly before it could get too emotional.

I didn't like emotions, except for the ones I had for Jaehyun. They can easily let you make some real dumb decisions.

That's why I was a rather cold person. I was kind, but I wasn't someone who smiled all day and acted like nothing angered or annoyed me. 'Cause there were always things in my way.

Fortunately I was also a quite strong person, that learned to be in the past few years and I don't give up that easily or let some shit destroy me.

Jeahyun was also strong but I had better skills than him to get what I wanted and my influence on him was just too big to let him win. I always won fights, but that wasn't important in our realtionship. To me it was just an advantage that I would use in such situations.

...

I changed into a short but cute, rosè dress and a white cardigan with brown buttons, put my converse on and fastly walked to Jaeh's dorm.

I had needed fifteen minutes, but it was fine, he would wait for me longer.

I knocked like I always did, three times.

After some seconds Jaehyun ripped the door open and I slightly flinched.

"Holy Shit. What are you wearing?" He scanned my body. I could see, he found it hot but there was also some anger building up in his eyes, and it was rising fast.

"Nice to see you too." I rolled my eyes, inconspicuously also looking over his body. He was wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank top, showing his biceps and toned abs.

He wasn't getting his eyes off me.

"Y/N, this dress covers like nothing. I get it, your curves look absolutely stunning but you have to change!" He angrily commanded.

"Shut up, can I come inside now?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes." He stepped away and walked through the kitchen, into his room.

I could sense his tightened jaw and all of his tensed muscles.

"Slow down. It's just a dress." I pronounced looking at him like I couldn't believe how childish he reacted, and at this point I really couldn’t.

"Do you have ANY idea of what the boys think about you when you're wearing this?" He asked and finally turned to me again.

"I would LOVE to know." I ironically said.

"I don't want my girlfriend to walk around like she's just some bitch. Because you're not. These boys are disgusting when it comes to something beautiful like you, Y/N."

Now I'm a bitch? You're done Jaehyun. I thought but grimaced at the hurting word he just said to me.

I know he also called me beautiful, but that wasn't the word that was spinning around my head just now.

When he noticed my face and that I didn't reply after some seconds he tried to apologise.. of course.

"Babe, you're not a bitch. I didn't mean it. All I was trying to say is-" He wanted to grab my arm but I moved back before he could do so.

"No, I got it Jaehyun. I only look like one." I snapped back at him. Not yelling but also not in normal loudness.

I was even more mad than before. And now, I was also hurt. Dangerous Combo.

"No- I- I think it's just too short, Y/N." He wanted to defend himself.

"I understand." My voice wasn't loud anymore at all, but it didn't sound like I meant it.

My voice was pathetically shaking and I was looking on the ground, thinking if it would be the best to just leave now.

"Maybe I should just go. I mean I wouldn't want a bitch in my room either, so..." Talking with a quiet voice, I looked up at him and I saw fear in his eyes.

"No, please-" He stepped forward and was going to take my arm but I backed away again.

"Don't touch me." I warned. His face was getting pale. I didn't miss his teary getting eyes either when I looked at him.

"I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. I really didn't mean it, Y/N. Please, I am just jealous of boys being able to see what usually only I see." He avowed.

"It's fine. I wasn't ready with my homework anyways. I should leave."

"Don't. I want you here right now. Please, I'll do anything." His begging voice spoke.

"But I wanted to get finished today."

"Y/N?!" Suddenly a different person asked excitedly.

I knew who it was and turned around instantly to look at his good looking face.

"Johnny!" I jumped in his arms and he was hugging me back happily.

"Johnny, not now-" Jeahyun was angry once again.

"Let me hug this precious little girl! Hell, you're getting hotter everyday?" Johnny laughed and we separated. He scanned me up and down and smiled mischievously.

"Honestly, if Jeahyun wouldn't date you, surely I would ask you out." He claimed.

"Definitely." I giggled softly.

He was always letting me feel good. And he was one of the guy friends of my boyfriend that I liked the most. He was funny, hella handsome and so nice over all.

Though everything remained on just a friendship, we just always casually played around.

"Hey, shut the hell up. She's mine." Jaeh growled at him and put his hand around my waist, taking back what's his.

I kept smiling but I was also trying to push his hand away, so it was difficult to keep a happy look.

Johnny noticed the awkward situation and started talking to me again.

"Anyways. Do you wanna watch a movie in the living room?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say something but Jaehyun was faster than me.

"No, we were busy." His cold voice was giving me goosebumps.

He could be scary, when he was jealous. I am talking out of experience. Not too nice ones.

"We were not, actually I was about to leave. But because I didn't see you in so long I will stay longer alright?" I suggested when I was back in my senses.

"That's perfect!" John smiled at me.

"You won't hang with my girl, Johnny." Jaeh protested.

I turned around to give my boyfriend a look.

"Could you shut up for a moment? It's my decision since you don't own me. And I'm a bitch right? So it's normal when I hang out with a lot of boys, isn't it?" I started to grow my confidence back but I was fucking mad.

He won't destroy my moment with Johnny right now!

"Did he do something?" The brunette boy in front of us asked.

He was almost two heads taller than me and since Jeah knew I liked taller guys, he was probably freaking out.

"No-" Jaeh started but I thought he could know the truth.

"He said, I looked like a bitch." I told him.

"You did what, Jaehyun?" His shocked voice asked, searching for a reassuring answer in our faces.

"I said sorry already. I didn't mean it okay?! But the dress she's wearing shows almost all of her legs, not to mention her half exposed butt."

"That's no excuse bro. Look, she looks stunning in this dress! There's no reason to fight over." His friend wanted to convince him.

"You better not look at my girl like that, or I have to punch you until you understand." Jeahyun pushed his chest with his fist.

"Calm down man. You should work it out before you come in the living room, I'll pick the movie in the meantime." Johnny decided and walked away.

"Do you let all boys touch you like him?" Now Jaeh asked aggressively, coming nearer.

Now we both had reached a certain line, so I tried to keep it low with my next words, struggling to find a compromise.

"No. I love you. And I wore this dress because I thought you'd find it cute too. Not to attract other boys. I won't wear it in public anymore okay? But you should the fuck calm down and let me talk to Johnny. After all he's your roommate and friend. He won't do anything I don't want." I explained with a strong tone.

His expression softened finally, giving me hope he'd give in eventually.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for calling you... that?" He wanted to know with puppy eyes.

"I'm not over that yet. It hurted me, Jaeh. I will forgive you if you let me sit with Johnny and watch a movie with us." I claimed and cupped his cheek.

"Fine." He sighed.

We watched an action movie and had a lot of fun. In between time Johnny touched me unintentionally, during laughing and talking.

Jaehyun couldn't hold back and threatened that he would get angry if he would keep doing that. I told him it was fine and Johnny and I just continued like nothing happened.

Don't let your boyfriend treat you like he's in a higher position than you.

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I'll probably do a masterlist for all the groups I stan and write about.

Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned!!! ♡

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Breaching Borders

Amaya x Sunfire GN Reader, sword lesbians? Idk it aint angst it aint fluff but it has a smidge of humor, if you don’t get the punny title after reading i’m coming to your home and killing u

Warnings: Kissing o0o0o, little bit of tongue ig lmfao? Some swears I believe, no blood even tho it’s literally just a sword fight

Note: If you don’t have like. hella cocky moments this fic is not for you, I’m feeling good and therefore egotistical asf enjoy reader being an emotionally charged cocky ripcord, only 1562 words

Taglist: @malibix​ @thequeenofworms​ @kokocreations​ @yagirlcheesely​

You looked to your fellow legion commander, Janai. She tensely nodded, and you pushed the poor, nervous Katolan soldier down the passage to meet with the investigative party from across the border. As he stumbled out his explanation for the late signal, Janai motioned for the archer ahead of you to prepare the shot. The majority of the human group turned away, chuckling at the hostage soldier's "incompetence". He'd been on-cue, but your blade was too fierce and his fear too great to complete his task.

One of the humans lagged, causing your lip to twitch in irritation. Couldn't they just leave? All you wanted at that moment was to seal their passage to Xadia, not chase them down. 

The archer loosed the arrow and the remaining soldier rolled in front of the hostage, the projectile hitting her shield with a harmless tink!

As the soldiers filed through the passage in retreat, your forces advanced. Those by the door cut off the party's escape, herding them back into the outpost. Sunfire archers emerged from the shadows, and with the humans cornered, you emerged. Walking side by side with Janai, you both drew your sizzling blades in tandem. Your partner pinned their leader with a hardened stare while you bared your teeth in an antagonistic grin.

Janai raised her sword, and everything began at once. Her walk was deadly serious, stance only relaxing to glare at you in amused disappointment as you strode leisurely into the fray. Back-to-back with Janai, the pair of you took down a small group of humans. You rushed forward, seeing their general brush aside one of your soldiers.

"This should be good," you thought with a smile.

The general turned to you, hardened expression slipping to mild surprise as you cleaved her sword in half. She froze for a moment, registering the clang of half her goddamn weapon hitting the stone floor.

"Oops!" you exclaimed, smile widening to display your sharp canines. She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow, charging forward. You dodged and swung at her in one fluid motion, but she sidestepped the blow.

She evaded attack after attack until you delivered a swift kick to her shield to kick her into the Breach wall with a loud ruckus of metal scraping stone as she slumped to the ground, winded. She rose, distracted, but ducked in time to evade your charge. The human rolled under your arm, making her way up some nearby crates and climbing up the slopes on either side of the room. You followed, not missing how quickly she disposed of a Sunfire archer with her shield. 

"I'll have to give that one some extra training," you pouted to yourself.

When you'd gotten stable on the slope, the general slid her shield onto her back. A confused look from you prompted her to raise her fists in a defensive pose. With a smirk, she outstretched one hand to make a 'come hither' motion as a challenge. You mirrored her expression, more than impressed by the human's boldness.

Both of you charged simultaneously, meeting in a flurry of strikes and swings. Her fists met your armor as you two whirled around one another. Your armor clashed against itself when she struck you, almost making it sound like a real sword fight to your elven ears. Swordplay was something you relished, but you could certainly get used to an agile opponent managing to land a few strikes all while dodging every deadly arc your blade made.

With the clang of your sword on her armor, she stepped back to examine the quickly-cooling metal, now with a large gash from your enchanted sword. You grinned once more, mimicking the human's challenge from earlier. She rushed you once again, but this time you feinted and sidestepped, catching her by the leather strap across her torso. 

Time slowed. Your pupils blew a bit watching sweat drip from her cheek, over her throat, and disappear into her armor. Without much thought, you pulled her in for a searing kiss. Her furrowed brow relaxed, her mouth meeting yours without protest. Your lips moved with hers for a moment. She drew back to quickly breathe the stuffy outpost air, her breath hotter on your skin than the lava below, before chasing your lips. Reluctantly, you withdrew, hand on her leather flipping to press against her armor. You watched her remember where she was and what she was doing with a satisfied smile on your face before pushing her. Hard. 

She fell onto the massive gear, saved from the fiery depths by one of its teeth. You leaped onto the piece of machinery in pursuit but a foot slipped. Digging your sword into the metal to balance yourself wasn't the best idea, the human had righted herself and grabbed the hilt of your weapon before you had the chance to remove it.

Growing tired of her games, you took an impulsive swing. She dodged it easily and answered your next blow with a swift kick. You went to shield yourself, then watched in dismay as her well-placed blow sent your sword soaring through the air, embedding itself in the ceiling.

She looked down at you in satisfaction from her position atop the moving gear. Climbing up the gear's large teeth, your skin began to morph. Poor human, thinking she had the advantage while standing above a river of lava. Your flesh darkened and split, veins of fiery power revealing themselves. That wasn't the only change though. A feral growl left your throat, your vocal cords thrumming with primal fire, making your voice dual-toned.

"That'll be hell to get down!" you roared, drunk on her fearful expression. You leaped and slammed into her. She fell to the ground, her stored shield protecting her from the impact. With a quick roll to her feet and a well-timed dodge, she narrowly avoided your scalding fist. It swung right past her and into the wall, but the large crack in the human stonework didn't phase you. Chasing her down the narrow pass between the gear and the wall didn't pose much of a challenge. She stumbled and fell at your feet, but in your blind, fire-fueled rage, you missed her again and again until your fist slammed into the looming gear. Your powers failed you then, the heat causing your fist to embed itself in the turning machinery. She rolled upright once more, between you and the hot metal. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned and pecked your lips, catching your bottom lip as she drew back. However, before she parted from you fully, her tongue skimmed a crack in your lip, tasting the liquid power running through you. You faltered, eyes clearing for a moment. Sure, you were pissed about being bested by a human, but you couldn’t help but recognize how the smallest flick of her tongue brought you out of a blind fury. She fled, but looked back at you for a moment. With a sincere smile, you nodded at her, an acknowledgement that she was a worthy opponent and that you’d be seeing her again. She snorted a laugh when your lips quickly turned down in a pout as you tried to free your hand. 

The human woman barreled through a few troops, their swords falling to the ground. Damn it, you’d forgotten about your own sword, being it was as far from the ground as possible. How were you going to get that down? You were quickly snapped from your thoughts when the gear’s turning caused more strain on your wrist. 

“Janai! Help me get this damn thing loose!” you yelled, still angry enough for your Sunfire form to be engaged.

Your partner calmly strolled over a little bridge above the lava, letting out a chuckle at your position. Being you had ligaments you preferred to keep intact, you’d braced your legs on the gear and were now turning with it, slowly. 

“Hmm, this ‘damn thing’, you speak of, would it be the gear? Or yourself?” she teased, brows cocked in delight.

With a huff, you rolled your eyes. “Just help me, wise one. I need to be intact if I’m to face that human again,” you pleaded.

Janai’s expression shifted from smug to interested as she pulled your fist from the metal. “Even after your crushing defeat?” she asked in disbelief, almost unheard over the clang of your metal hitting the stone floor.

“Oof!” you huffed, the impact winding you a bit. You leaned back onto your hands, looking at your sword still stuck fast in the ceiling. “Hah! I’m surprised too. But believe it or not, I am nowhere near crushed. I am intrigued, she does something to me.”

“If you think I did not see that little stint you pulled on the ledge, you are wrong. Don’t go getting involved with a human-”

“Tch! I’m not getting involved. No matter, we must regroup and tell your sister of this stronghold.”

“I am not convinced, but very well. I will not press. I shall gather our troops, meet us outside when you finally get your sword. Have fun!” she grinned, the party following her with scattered laughter.

You threw a rock at her and sighed fondly, glad you had a friend like her.

Now how the hell were you going to get that sword down?

[bowie-boy]

Favorite LGBT+ headcanons for X-Files characters? Mine is that pretty much every main F.B.I. agent(including Krycek) is either bisexual or asexual(or both)! :)

This has been in my inbox for months and I keep forgetting about it I’m so sorry but TODAY IS THE DAY!!!! Happy TDOV Fox and @himbo-mulder (this is my response to your ask too)

LGBTQ X-Files Headcanons Because Someone Asked

Fox Mulder:

Bi and trans icon

The first person he told was Samantha

She accepted him immediately as her big brother and told him he should name himself Fox (it was her favorite animal at the time)

He was going to make his name William Mulder Jr. up until she disappeared, in which he actually decided to make his first name Fox (he misses her 🥺)

Came out to his parents sometime in high school, both took it badly

Bill was hella transphobic—he was already pretty shitty to Mulder but this added a whole new layer to it

Teena was more passive aggressive about it but still made withering comments about how she “lost two daughters now”

Some high school friends (*chants* PHOEBE AND GIMBLE PHOEBE AND GIMBLE) helped Mulder start T and change his legal name on government documents before he left for Oxford

Mulder wanted to go stealth while he was there but came out to Phoebe

When they broke up, she outed him to everyone

Things got so bad that he almost dropped out

Mulder joined the FBI, excited at the prospect of knowing no one and being able to go exclusively by his last name

He was somewhat happy of his solitude in the basement—no one really looked into him past his spooky nature, so no one could find out he was trans

Since Samantha, Scully was the first person who was truly accepting of who he really was

Got top surgery sometime before Colony

Definitely fell in love with Scully right after reading her profile skrjnwkdjwka

Mulder and Krycek were definitely an item for a hot sec until Krycek went evil

Mulder is 500% faithful to Scully but kinda had a crush on Doggett for a little bit

Mulder just wants to be a better dad than Bill 🥺🥺🥺

Mulder helped Byers realize he was trans!!! More on that later though

Dana Scully:

A bi queen

Definitely experimented in college and had a couple girlfriends there and through med school

Ending up breaking up with a girl she was really close with because Scully’s job was just putting too much strain on their relationship

It was really hard on her and made her swear off serious relationships for a long time

She thought Mulder was adorable from the moment she saw him but was really scared of actually developing feelings for him so she pushed it down

And kept pushing it down until she finally realized Mulder was never going to hurt her and actually let him in

I’m just ranting about MSR now oops

100% faithful to Mulder but thought Reyes was super hot

Scully is just a distinguished bi idk what else to say

Walter Skinner:

You can’t adopt THAT MANY LGBT agents if you’re not LGBT yourself, right?

Definitely bisexual

Grew up in a really conservative family and didn’t even consider it an option until he moved out

Skinner was attracted to a lot of guys in his squad in Vietnam but he thought it was just because there were no women around

(Spoiler alert: it wasn’t)

Skinner fell in love with John “Kitten” James and he fell hard

Absolutely did everything possible to protect that man

He was terrified of his feelings though and pushed them down, eventually starting to resent his best friend for making him feel things he couldn’t understand

When Kitten got infected by that gas, Skinner put his values over the man he loved, not just because he thought it was the right thing to do, but because he was terrified that he might be bi

He has regretted it ever since

Married his wife after the war and had a pretty good relationship until he became too consumed with his work

Their breakup was really hard on him and he delved even more into his work

Sometime after Avatar (maybe by season 5 or 6), Skinner meets a really lovely man and that man becomes his boyfriend

It’s really hard at first, but the guy helps Skinner to open up and allow himself to be okay with who he really is

They make time for each other outside of work and are really happy together!

Skinner’s boyfriend is 100% okay with the fact that Skinner has basically adopted all these agents

Skinner is everyone’s dad!!! No exceptions

John Byers:

Trans man!!!!

Discovered it pretty late in life, like he knew earlier but he Repressed it

First person he ever came out to was Mulder (as in my fic 😌)

Lots of internalized transphobia in this man but Mulder and the Lone Gunmen really helped him break out of that

Langly and Frohike obviously went with him to get his first T shot and chanted “MAN JUICE” while it happened (scaring a lot of the nurses)

Met Susanne before he transitioned so seeing her again in Three of a Kind was a little terrifying for him

She accepts him though and is a bi icon herself

Byers wears suits so much because they make him feel really validated

Ringo Langly:

Non-binary and gay!! Langly uses any pronouns (gonna stick to he/him for this list to keep things simple though)

Grew up pretty unaware about gender as a whole, just living his life

Moving away from home to a city was huge for him, he started going to gay bars and really realized that he was gay

Eventually started to experiment with his gender, using different pronouns etc., and found out he was non-binary!

Came out to Frohike shortly after learning Frohike was bi (more on that later)

Goes by Ringo because it’s somewhat gender neutral

He isn’t dysphoric very often but when he is it’s very hard for him to cope, Byers and Frohike are always there to support him and help however possible though

Langly gets way more dates than Frohike and loves to brag about it

Melvin Frohike:

We stan one funky little bi king

HE WAS AT STONEWALL I’LL DIE ON THIS HILL

Frohike had a mega crush on Mulder when he first met him and it persisted all the way until he met Scully

And then when he met Doggett he crushed on him too

Frohike is just kind of a hopeless romantic okay I love him

Absolutely bonds with Scully and they always debate which celebrity is hotter while they get more and more drunk

John Doggett

GAY MAN

Doggett was really repressed for a lot of his life, not because he thought his family would hate him for being gay but mostly because of his environment

(He was a drama kid though)

The military REALLY repressed him and thoroughly fucked him up

It wasn’t until he met Reyes that he started to accept himself more

At first Reyes being a lesbian totally freaked him out and he was really upset, leading to a huge strain on their friendship, but one night he broke down and told her he was pretty sure he was gay

Reyes really helped him through everything, especially his divorce from his wife and the loss of his son

Doggett eventually came out to his dad, who was super accepting

It took Doggett a long time to be comfortable enough to date but he started and met a really great guy, one who he’s now married to

One day he mentioned his boyfriend in passing and the rest of the Spooky Squad totally flipped out because they had no idea he was gay

Doggett just straight-faced “I didn’t think it was relevant?”

Sings musical theater songs in the office when no one else is there

Monica Reyes:

A lesbian

There isn’t a straight bone in her body have you SEEN her???

Absolutely crushed on Scully for the longest time at first, totally backed off when she realized she was involved with Mulder

Total mlm/wlw solidarity with Doggett

Reyes is super comfortable with her sexuality

I’m convinced that she’s married and she and her wife live in the same neighborhood as Doggett and his husband

Running out of brain power at this point but I just love her so much??? Mwah

Alex Krycek:

Gay rat

Everything he did against Mulder and Scully was fueled by spite at his ex-boyfriend Mulder

Daddy issues

Sometimes he breaks into TLG’s base and vibes with them for a few days

Rat (affectionate)

Deep Throat:

Gay :)

Bonus: Melissa Scully is a trans lesbian and Samantha Mulder is bisexual and they’re dating

[putas-in-suffering]

Mermaid

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: Language, rough sex (slapping/manhandling), unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluids, female ejaculation, some non-con elements, degradation (name calling), Dark/Dom Miguel, think Miguel and Emily’s fucked up vibe in that one scene...you know the one 😏

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Part 2. Miguel finds out about your tryst with Bishop and things take a dangerous turn.

A/N: Sucias! We got a present for you! We got Part 2 for our previously published Bishop fic Terms of Endearment. Check it out because it does tie in with this one. Also, it has Bishop smut. This has our Cartel Daddy hella mad and hella ready to destroy the pussy. Prepare yourselves because Miguel ain’t about to take it easy on you. Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated 💖💖

*Read Part 3 here!

(Gif credit to @angels-reyes​​)

You flinched again when Miguel slammed his drink down, the sound angry and stern. He’d been in a bad mood since the moment you’d arrived nearly an hour ago. He’d called you earlier today and requested your presence at his home. He said he wanted to talk something over and insisted on having dinner prepared. You’d hesitated, flashes of letting Bishop Losa fuck you in a storage closet racing through your head. You could tell something was weighing heavy on Miguel’s mind, but you’d let it go and acquiesced to meeting him. Before Miguel was your employer, he was your best friend. And as much as you wanted to call it a night, you went anyway.

After the factory, you’d made more rounds, overseeing the operation and reporting back to Miguel via text. Once you’d gotten the stoic invitation for dinner, you’d raced home and showered the Mayans MC president off your skin. You ignored the pull to relive those memories as your fingers grazed your body, halting on the areas that Bishop had gripped so fiercely. There weren’t any visible markings, but you didn’t need to see it to know it had been there. You could still feel it.

You’d redressed for your impromptu dinner in a silk golden dress. The sleeves were long, the waist cinched, the skirt flowing over your hips and stopping around your ankles. There was a slit down the side, breaking up what would be a normally stylish conservative dress. You had yet to wear it. It was a gift from Miguel for your birthday a few months ago. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt the need to wear it, but you’d be lying if you said guilt had no part in it. What you’d done was reckless and irresponsible, and if Miguel found out…well guilt would be the last thing you’d feel.

Another harsh clang of silverware pulled you from your thoughts. You winced as Miguel took a forceful bite of his steak, chewing with all the intensity of a caged pit bull. Beyond pleasantries, you hadn’t spoken to each other. The air was obviously tense, the mood uncomfortable. Miguel had purposefully made it that way. And you weren’t sure why.

“You look beautiful.”

The words made you pause mid-chew. Your eyes found Miguel’s staring back at you, his gaze somewhat softened but no less intense. He cleared his throat as he wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin, sipping from the amber liquid in his crystal glass.

“Uh, thank you.” You replied dumbly, still caught off guard by his choice in topic.

“The dress I bought you?”

You nodded, watching as he lent back in his seat to appraise you. You shifted awkwardly, feeling something simmering just beneath the surface. The house was empty, the staff dismissed for the night. The space was dimly lit. The reflection of the pool just beyond the glass doors was the only light outside. It should’ve been relaxing, romantic even, but the rigidity of the night was fast bleeding out and all over the white linen cloth that adorned the table.

“I have quite an eye. Fits you perfectly.” He continued on, swishing the whiskey in his glass.

“You do.”

“Why now?” He questioned, brow arched in your direction.

You straightened, the food on your plate long forgotten as you reached for your own glass. You swallowed the bitter liquid, the burn doing little to ease your frayed nerves. You weren’t afraid of Miguel, but you were afraid of the things he could do. You’d seen him at his worst and while you never expected to feel that kind of wrath directed at you, you couldn’t say it was impossible. You’d obviously done something to upset him. And you had an inkling of what that might be.

“Just felt right. Thought you’d like to see it.” You replied with a smile, hoping to convince both him and yourself.

Miguel returned the tight smile with his own, nodding as he adjusted the gold cuff links on his left wrist.

“I’ve known you a long time. Verdad?” He asked, the tone letting you know that it wasn’t a question that really needed an answer.

You did anyway.

“Yes.”

“And just like I’m sure you know me, I know you.”

Again it wasn’t something that needed verification, but you nodded in confirmation.

“I’ve let you run things on your own. I’ve let you manage without my supervision. I’ve entrusted you with delicate matters.”

Your breathing began to escalate with every word he spoke. He was calm, his demeanor almost peaceful as he met your eyes. His lips were quirked into a smirk, but you could see the hard ridge of his jaw beneath the well-groomed facial hair. He was clenching the muscle. And you knew from experience what that meant. He was actively trying to contain himself. Your gaze quickly shifted to his fingers, seeing that he was circling them on the tablecloth. Miguel had tells like everyone else and they were beaming in neon back at you. He was mad, no…livid.

“Miguel, what’s this about?” You dared to ask. You didn’t want to play this game with him. You’d seen it enacted out on many before you, none of it ever ending well for the person opposite Miguel Galindo. But you weren’t just some lowlife. You were his friend, practically his family. How dare he treat you like a traitor? You’d given your life to his business…to him.

“I’m not stupid, sirenita.” He bit back, intentionally using your childhood nickname. He usually said it with affection, but such was not the case this time. He was mocking the title, mocking you.

“And you think I am?” You retorted angrily, done playing nice.

“You must be to have let a man like Bishop Losa fuck you in my factory.” Miguel seethed, leaning across the table so that you could see the veins of his neck protruding from the crisp white collar of his shirt.

You’d been expecting the words, but shock seized you nonetheless. Having Miguel confront you about your sexual exploits made you feel childish and small. He glared at you with such disappointment that you could practically taste the sour flavor in your mouth.

“You must be fucking stupid to forget that I have every inch of that place bugged and under video surveillance. Even the storage closets.”

As much as you tried to fight it, you looked down in shame. He was right. You were stupid. In that moment you’d let lust fuel your decisions. But that didn’t mean that he got to disrespect you and treat you like a common whore. You’d seen plenty of his men come through the ranks and fuck on the job. And while it was a problem, it was also mostly laughed off. Men will be men bullshit. Fuck that.

“Who I fuck is none of your business.”

Miguel laughed, though it was obvious he found no humor in the situation. He scratched at his chin, his eyes darting everywhere except to you.

“You think that’s what this is about?”

“I know it is.” You said as you jutted your chin, no longer allowing him to reprimand you like some teenager.

He startled you by rising from his chair, slowly walking to you with measured steps. He said nothing at first as he perched on the edge of the table beside you, looking down at you. Just how he wanted it. He reached for you chin, but you jerked away. He wasn’t deterred. He repeated the action and this time you let him.

“You let him defile you. Let him make a mockery of me while you laughed. Your loyalty is now in question.” He whispered. His touch was gentle, but his words cut like a knife.  And they stung.

You jerked out of his grip, eyes wide with disbelief. Miguel had never talked to you in such a way. He’d never treated you so viciously. He’d always respected you. Always looked out for you. He took care of you, making sure you always had what you needed. He never once made you feel as low as you did in that moment. He may not get his hands dirty anymore, but he didn’t need to. His words were his weapons. They always had been. You’d just never been the one to take the hit before.

“You can’t be serious?” You asked, shaking your head.

He said nothing. The flames of fury began to rage hotter within you as he stared down his nose at you, looking at you in a way that he’d never done before.

“Fuck you.” You gritted out, narrowing your eyes up at him.

His lips lifted into a smirk, his eyes shifting to the neck of your dress. You shivered, feeling his gaze on your cleavage. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to make you react in an unexpected way. Your body felt warm with something other than anger. Your nipples hardened against the dainty fabric of your dress, not a gust of cool air to be found.

“You don’t think what you did was damaging to me? To this operation?” Miguel questioned, the irritation back in his words.

“So because I get fucked, your entire business is at stake? Is that what you’re telling me Miguel? Because it sounds like horseshit.” You stood from your chair and hovered in his face, smelling the alcohol on both of your breaths. “You’re mad because I let Bishop Losa fuck me and not you. This has nothing to do with business. You’re jealous.”

The air was sucked out of the room the moment the words left your mouth. You could see the minute they penetrated Miguel’s armor, see the deep rage making its way to the surface. He was tense and stiff, his eyes unrelenting and unforgiving as they stared straight through you.

You’d crossed a line, yet again. But you weren’t going to back down. You’d never been one to do so and you weren’t going to start now.

“Admit that to yourself, Miguel. Admit that’s what this is about.”

Silence.

He only continued to stare with that same void expression, looking as if he wanted to strangle you. His hands flexed as if testing the idea. You shivered again, though it was far from fear you were experiencing.

“I didn’t think so.” You taunted, a victorious smile making its way to your painted lips. You turned to leave, done with the conversation and your employer. If he wanted to act like a juvenile, then you’d treat him like one.

You made it two steps before a heavy hand gripped your elbow. You yelped at the force of the hold and the momentum used to spin you around. You nearly lost your footing, your heels making it difficult to balance. A pair of arms braced you, but they weren’t about to offer you comfort. They tightened around your midsection as they hauled you against the wall. Your head slammed with a brutal thud and you winced at the pain that radiated from your skull.

“Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting Miguel’s cold, murderous orbs. His fingertips dug into your upper arms while his chest heaved against yours with raggedy breaths. You matched his breathing, the fear most definitely taking hold now.

“You’ve forgotten who you work for…who owns you. I make the rules. I tell you when and where. I make you who you are. Me entiendes?” He didn’t wait for a response. “If I had known you’d rather whore yourself out I would’ve had you on your knees years ago.”

The slap echoed throughout the empty house. Your palm stung, the force of your strike still radiating through your arm. Miguel’s cheek was red, but he showed no other visible sign of being struck. His grip was still iron-clad on you, his breathing still rapid and manic.

“Go fuck yourself.” You snarled as you pushed against his chest, attempting to escape his clutches. He didn’t relent. You punched him, hitting him square in the jaw like he’d taught you years before. He released you instantly, cradling his face. You took the chance and ran for the door, but your dress and heels made it difficult to get any sort of real traction. Loud, foreboding footsteps boomed behind you as he caught up. He struck out and made contact with your arm, once again ensnaring you in his hold. You fought back this time, putting up a fight as he struggled to subdue you.

Another slap. Only this time it was you who was clutching their cheek.

“You fucking bastard.”

You charged at him, fists clenched and ready to damage his perfectly etched face. He reacted instantly, reaching for the back of your neck while he held your wrists together in the other. He was close. The both of you breathing in the other’s air. There was barely a sliver of space between your lips as you dared the other to make a move. You could feel the distinct outline of him against your stomach. He was hard. The notion should’ve sickened you. Little did he know, you’d been wet from the moment he’d called you a whore.

“If I wanted you, I could have you. Remember…I own you. Always have.” He declared cockily, eyes roaming your face, searching for any indication that you wanted him to put a stop to this.

You wouldn’t.

“I don’t belong to anyone. Least of all you.”

He licked his lips, a dot of blood already pooling to the surface where you’d hit him. The sight satisfied you.

“I feed you. I cloth you. I’ve made you everything that you are, sirenita. A whore playing dress up.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before he locked his lips against yours in a brutal kiss. You struggled against him, unwilling to surrender. You slipped against the marble floors as he backed you against one of the columns, pinning your body against his own. His lips attacked you, teeth gnashing and tongue probing for entrance. His beard scratched at your skin and left a sting in its wake. You realized he’d let go of your wrists. Your hands were tangled in his shirt. You’d meant to push him away, but you’d pulled him closer instead. Your nails dug into his pectorals until you were rewarded with a sharp hiss. He bit your lip in retaliation, the taste of iron landing on your tongue.

His hands ripped at your dress, the slit now torn wide to reveal the black lace you wore underneath. The neck of your dress fell open to expose your braless breasts to his assault. He wasted no time in taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard that you whimpered and jerked away. You tugged at the roots of his thick hair, pulling him from your chest. He was still bent down, his neck craned so that he had to look up at you. You admired the change in position, feeling a rush of desire at the sight of him hungry and dazed for you.

You took the opportunity to switch positions, swinging him around so that he was now trapped between you and the wall. Your hands went to the buckle of his belt and began to release him from the confines of his designer slacks. Your mouth watered as his cock sprang forward. It was thick and heavy; hot and throbbing in time with your pulse. You made sure he kept his eyes on you as you licked your palm, coating it in saliva. He clenched his jaw as he watched you, releasing a strangled moan when you wrapped your hand around him. He began to succumb to you, his body overwrought with the need to release.

“Who’s the whore now?” You provoked, tightening your hand around him. He cursed and thrust his hips in response, but he was far from letting you win.

He grasped your chin, bringing your face so close to his that you could see the outline of his blown wide pupils against the near black of his irises.

“I’m going to fill that mouth so full of cum that you’ll be tasting me for a fucking week.”

You swallowed and clenched your thighs, his words making your walls contract in tantalizing tremors. You wanted that. You wanted all of that and more.

“You can deny it all you want, but I know…I’ve always known. That pussy is mine. It belongs to the Galindo cartel.” His hand wandered down and over your breasts, sweeping under the band of lace that concealed you from view. He found your clit and teased it, encouraging the overflow of your arousal that was sure to come. “And it gets wet at the thought of me fucking you until you can’t walk. Right?”

You bit your lip and gasped as he entered you, massaging the wet heat of your walls with expert precision.

“Answer me.” He demanded, finger sliding further into your depths.

“Fuck you.”

You were working hard to keep the effect of his touch off your face. You remained impassive and cold, but the further he explored, the closer he brought you to that proverbial edge.

“Oh, you will…”

In a flash, you were hauled into his arms and pushed into the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He ripped at your panties with one hand, the ruined fabric falling away from your body to land in a heap on the floor. The lace had rubbed harshly at your skin as he tore it away, but the feeling was eclipsed by the harsh thrust of his cock into your unsuspecting body. The action caught you off guard, pulling a breathless curse from your lips. Your body tightened and twisted around him and his cock, trying to accommodate the intruder.

“I knew you’d be tight.” He confessed into your neck as he began to thrust. His hips met yours in a ruthless pattern, merciless and cruel. You could only hold on as he took from you, pushing so deep that he hit the natural barrier within you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You chanted as every line and ridge of his cock grazed beautifully so against your walls. Your spine twisted in both pain and pleasure, lights already dancing behind your lids. You tangled your fingers into his hair, scraping your nails against his scalp. He shuddered, the sensation traveling through his body and into your own.

He moved a second later, carrying you from the wall to the table you’d both been seated at only moments before. His motions were fast and unhinged, uncaring for you comfort as he slipped from your grasp. You both hissed, but didn’t have a chance to relish the emptiness as he turned you around, arching your ass into position.

“Bend over.”

You practically fell face first into the table as he pushed your head down. Your arms caught you just in time as you spread your legs and welcomed him between them. He shoved your dress up and landed a sharp slap to your right ass cheek, the sting reverberating through your lower half. You flinched and threw him a withering glare over your shoulder. His hands spread you, his cock nestled between your folds as he readied to enter you once again. Your thighs were slick, your walls now primed enough for him to slide uninhibited. He was taking without asking, without remorse, and you ate it up, daring him to give you more.

You moaned at the same time he grunted, his cock now back inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut against the onslaught of euphoria, feeling the web of climax begin to weave itself around you. You pulled at the tablecloth beneath you as Miguel thrust deep, his hips flush with yours as he penetrated your fucking soul. You could feel his eyes burning into you, no doubt  taking extreme pleasure in seeing you be such a slut for his cock.

“Are you going to cum?” He ground out, hands still holding your ass apart to watch.

“Yes…”

“Do it now.”

You whined as he began assailing your clit with his finger, rubbing so hard that you felt your eyes cross in your skull. The feeling was foreign, more powerful and unexplored. You shied away from it, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t fight it.” Miguel ordered, feeling your body flinch away. He only went faster and harder, intent on making you come undone.

You had no choice. You gave yourself over to it, letting him pull your orgasm from the depths and send it to the surface. You readied for the inevitable and cried out when your body began to convulse. You were only mildly aware of the gush of liquid that left your body as you were flung into space and launched into a chamber of weightlessness. Miguel’s praises and groans tickled your skin as he bathed himself in your release. He pulled his cock from your depths and let you soak him as he watched in rapt fascination.

“Fuck, just like that…” He said in awe, his cock once again sliding along your folds as your pussy  continued to contract against him.

Your face was pressed into the table, your ass still in the air and presented like some kind of prize. You panted with exertion as your limbs became lethargic and sated with the buzz of desire. It felt like an hour had passed, but in reality it’d only been seconds.

You were flipped onto your back, the whiplash making you dizzy. Plates and glasses toppled to the pristine floor as Miguel pried your legs open and resumed fucking you with wild abandon. Your eyes rolled and your toes curled as he fucked you through your post-coitus high. You were moving with every brute thrust, your body shifting up the table. You caressed your breasts as he looked on, growling in approval. His hair was tousled, his lip bleeding with his shirt untucked and pants undone. He’d never looked sexier.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He breathed as he doubled his efforts. He ravaged your body with a new ferocious energy, pulling away when the feeling became too much. He wrapped his hand around himself and pulled at your ankle with the other. “On your knees.”

You nearly slid off the table, your heels barely touching the ground before he was pushing you to kneel. You did as he wanted, meeting his devious stare with a bat of your lashes.

“Open your mouth.”

You complied, sticking out your tongue as he jerked himself off. The head of his cock released streams of thick, white cum seamlessly onto your awaiting tongue. He aimed it perfectly, ensuring it all ended up in your mouth and nowhere else. You could feel it already sliding down your throat as you waited for him to finish.

“Swallow it.”

He held your chin, keeping your mouth closed and running his thumb over your lips. You obeyed and swallowed down every drop, savoring the decadence. He looked down at you with a worshipful eye, an expression that was usually reserved for your professional accomplishments. You relished it, just as you did all the times before.

Miguel tucked himself back into his pants and then reached a hand out to you. You accepted his help and stood, albeit on shaky legs. You clutched the front of your dress together, the thing nearly shredded on your frame. You waited for him to say something, but he only turned and walked to the kitchen counter where his phone sat. He picked it up and walked back to you, his attention focused on the digital screen at his fingertips.

“I know everything that happens within my operation. Sometimes people have to be reminded.” He was back to being calm, not an ounce of irritation left on his handsome features. “I’ve done that with you. And now I’ll do that with Bishop.”

Your blood ran cold when he showed you the screen of his phone. Footage of what just transpired between you two played out, a security timestamp at the bottom of the screen making you aware that this was the real deal. Every moment, every obscene action and insult was captured for anyone to see. Humiliation rushed through you.

“I’m the only one that has access to this. But by tomorrow morning Bishop Losa will receive a clip of this footage. A message that he’s touched what’s mine and to never do so again.”

He shoved his phone into his pocket and stepped towards you. You remained unmoving, no energy left to fight with Goliath. He caressed your cheek gently, the patronizing tone now back in his voice.

“This is part of your punishment. Take it like I know you can. Okay?” He prompted. His gentleness was soothing, but a farce. He’d made his point and now you had to fall in line. You were just a solider, taking orders from the commander. And he was reminding you of that.

“Sirenita,” He called, the affection that’d been missing the last time he’d used the name now unmistakable.

You met his eyes. They were back to the mahogany color you’d grown to love. The darkness no longer shrouding him. He cradled your cheek, noting the way you winced when he touched the still tender flesh.

“Say okay.”

“Okay.” You finally replied, defeat coating the word.

“I’ll get this cleaned up tomorrow.” He gestured to the mess behind you, the dining table looking as if a bull raged through. “It’s late. Go upstairs and shower. I’ll be up in a bit.”

You went to refuse, but he stopped you with a kiss. You responded back eagerly, tangling your tongue with his and letting him taste himself. By the time he pulled away, you were both breathing heavily, hearts beating wildly.

“Things are going to be different. You’ll be with me for a while. No more solo missions.”

You tried not to let the disappointment show at his words. You were being demoted. From right hand to whore. You now belonged to Miguel in the one way you said you never would. You’d  refused him for so long because you knew the power he held over you…knew the type of life he could give you. It’d be everything you’d wanted and more. Addicting. Luxurious. Lawless. You’d get so lost in him that you’d lose yourself. You knew it. But you’d made a mistake and you had to repent. And you’d do so willingly.

You’d go from whore to housewife in an instant. You’d be his Queen before long…back to running things. Only this time you’d do so with your legs wide and your mouth open. If Miguel wanted a cartel whore, then he’d get one.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers Character Song Vol. 4 Sakamaki Subaru ー Mini Drama: “Even Hotter”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ「もっと熱く」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Character Song Vol. 4 Sakamaki Subaru ー ZERO [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kondou Takashi

Translator’s note: Early era Subaru strikes again omg. I love how he was the perfect combination between cute/tsundere and bold/assertive back then! The track’s title is definitely fitting because my face gradually felt hotter as the track proceeded. > /// < There’s a bunch of french kissing in this one and the sounds just make me aaaah. I feel like Subaru would be a hella good kisser. he definitely kisses the MC a lot compared to the other brothers. 

Shuu ll Reiji ll Ayato ll Kanato ll Laito ll Subaru

Subaru walks around outside.

“Haah...Shit! The fuck’s that girl’s doing!? Quite some time passed since the limousine left. The other guys didn’t seem to know where she’s at either. Where did she wander off to!? 

...Don’t tell me, again...!? No, I doubt it...Everyone but the two of us got inside the car and headed home. Then...Where could she be? ...Che!”

Someone bumps into him.

*Thud*

“...Ow! Watch where you’re going...! Waitー You! Finally you show yourself...”

You tilt your head to the side.

“What I’m doing here? Geez, that’s what I’d like to ask! What have you been up to this whole time, aah!?”

You explain.

“You didn’t make it in time for our ride back home because you stayed behind to study? So you were planning on walking back home then? Hah! You dimwit! Can’t you do that kind of stuff after you get home? You really are an idiot.”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Hah? The fuck’s your problem? Looks like you have something to say. Spit it out!”

You sigh.

“’...’You don’t have to get so upset’, you say? I-I’m not really...!”

You start walking away.

“Oi...! Hold up! Oi!! Hey, you little...! Don’t run...!!”

You pick up the pace as Subaru chases after you.

“...’Leave me alone’, huh? Fuck! This pisses me off! We’re both headed the same direction anyway!”

Subaru catches up to you, grabbing your hand.

“Wait! ...Honestly, you’re a hundred years too early to run away from me. ...Huh? Your hand...it’s cold. Che. If a Vampire has to tell you that, you know it’s for real.”

You try and pull your hand away.

“Aah? What? You promise not to run away and want me to let go? ...Che! That’s not it! Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not worried ‘bout you or anything...Ugh, fuck!”

*Thud*

“Che...This is a pain. ...Come here!”

He tugs you along.

“Your hand’s freezing so...If we both put them inside my pocket like this, it’ll...”

*Rustle*

“...Why? Because you...Well...You know...It’s...R-Right! I accidentally burnt myself earlier. That’s why I figured I’d cool it down with your chilled hand..! Got a problem with that!?”

You seem suspicious.

“...’A little burn is nothing to a Vampire’, you say? Che! Don’t bother with the details. Now stop complaining, we’re heading home like this.”

 The two of you start walking.

“...Haah...Oi! Say something! ...You don’t know what to say? Shut up! I’m telling you to talk so speak up!”

You ask him why he did not head home earlier.

“Ah? Why I was by the school gate earlier? ...I didn’t really...have a reason or anything. How about you? Were you that absorbed by your studies, you completely forgot about the time?”

You seem a little embarrassed.

“...A slip of the mind? Look, you really should be a little more self-aware of the fact you’re a girl. The way you leave yourself completely defenseless baffles me time after time. It’s because you...let down your guard like that, all the other guys keep on messin’ with you!

Even today...If I hadn’t been there, you would have ended up walking down this dark path all by yourself. Who knows when someone might attack you!? If you’re running late you should...call me, ‘kay?”

You frown.

“...What!? You didn’t catch the last part just now? Che! Listen carefully. I’ll only say it once! I said that if you’re running late...I’ll wait for you so call me! Che...Don’t make me say these things! Even though you are my prey!”

You chuckle.

“Che. As if I’d ever repeat those words again.”

You stop walking.

Aah!? The fuck’s your problem? Don’t suddenly stop me.”

You thank him.

“Haah? ...’Thank you’...? What are you saying all of a sudden?”

You explain.

“...!? I-I wasn’t waitin’ for you or anything! I wasn’t worried about you! ...You really are a full-fledged idiot.”

You burst out laughing.

“...Don’t laugh! ...Haah? My face’s bright red? Fuck off! No way! ...Che. You’re messing with my head. ...Fuck!”

*THUD*

He pins you against the wall.

“See? That’s why I warned you. Because you keep on leaving these openings, you can’t even fight back when someone catches you. Well, not that I’d let you either way.”

*Smooch*

“...Because you kept me waiting, my body cooled down. You’ll take responsiblity and help me warm up, right?”

Subaru kisses you again.

“Mm...Haah...”

*Rustle*

“Don’t struggle. Didn’t I tell you not to resist me? You’re backed up ‘gainst the wall so you can’t escape anyway. Just keep still.”

You get flustered. 

“Hehe...Now it’s your turn. Your cheeks are bright red. All I did was kiss you though.”

You beg him to stop.

“...It’s enough? No way. I haven’t warmed up at all. Heh. You know veeeery well what to do, to help me warm up, right?”

He kisses you deeply.

“I won’t get any warmer just from some kisses. Hehe...Now where should I suck you...?”

He rips up your clothes.

“Hehe...Your uniform got torn up. ....You look like a mess right now. Not a bad sight at all.”

*Smooch*

“Haah...There’s a great smell coming from your skin...”

Subaru bites you. 

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haahn...Mm...”

*Gulp gulp*

“...Hehe. I’ve warmed up quite a bit. ...However, it’s not enough yet, hm?”

*Smooch*

“Come on. Open your mouth.”

You obey.

“What do you humans do to endure the cold? I’ve heard ‘bout cuddling up to each other to warm up, but you know, to us Vampires...There’s something that works much better than skinship. By sucking your blood, like this...”

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp*

“See? Even you’ve gotten feverish. If I were to rest my ear against your chest like this...”

*Rustle*

“...I can tell your heart is beating much quicker than usual. Even your breathing has gotten ragged.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah...Hehe. You’re making a really obscene expression right now. Did it feel that good, ah? Heh.”

*Smooch*

He laps up the last of the blood. 

“Don’t you dare show that face to anyone else. ...’Cause you belong only to me.”

*Smooch*

“Mmh...Nn...Haah.”

You seem a little restless. 

“Huh? What’s the matter?”

You tell him somebody might see them.

“’What if somebody passes by’...? Haha, you’re still concerned about that? Seems like you still haven’t had enough.”

He bites you again.

*Gulp gulp*

“...I’ll make you feel even hotter (1), to the point where you no longer care about that. Hey, together...Let’s turn up the heat.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) It’s title of the track as well but I’d just like to make a little side remark on the phrase もっと熱く or ‘motto atsuku’, because there’s actually multiple ways to write the word ‘atsui’ in Japanese. In this case, while it can refer to the temperature of an object/person as well, it can be used in the sense of ‘passionate’ or ‘fired up’ as well. 

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AU_gust: Try not to make a scene

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prompt no 22: Theatre

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Characters: Lila Pitts, Diego Hargreeves

-

So, Lila has royally fucked up.

So badly!

This is definitely going to cost her her job. Probably end her career in theatre, at least in this city.

Shit, she’ll have to go back home.

What was she thinking?

So the aging starlet has been an absolute nightmare to work with and everyone hates her and three people quit the show because she made them cry repeatedly. So what? That’s what theatre is like sometimes, if you can’t tough it out, maybe it’s not for you.

But Lila has always had a contrarian streak and though she has absolutely no intention to let the platinum blond harpy get far enough under her skin that she will quit her job, Lila has made the absolute bonkers decision to send her a dead goldfish via courier to her dressing room.

It’ll fall back on her. They’ll find out eventually and it won’t be hard to fire her. She might be the assistant director but they’ll manage to finish their run of The Commission without her, they will not manage to do that without their, for better or for worse, big name star.

She’s royally fucked!

Looking up the tight busy corridor from the corner she is hiding behind to where she can see the closed dressing room door with a cheap a4 printout of “The Handler” hastily sellotaped to it, Lila wonders whether there is any way she can make it through that door without being noticed, find the small parcel, and then get out again without anyone thinking she’s stolen something.

She bites the skin on the side of her thumb while anxiously worrying her fingernail. She’s momentarily distracted by the pain when there’s suddenly someone right next to her.

“What’s up?” says Diego, one of the riggers who she may or may not have been flirting with over the past month, making her swivel round in irrational panic over her plot being discovered.

“Nothing!” she says so fast that it becomes basically a one syllable word. Great, that couldn’t have been more suspicious.

And just to prove that to her, Diego’s scarred eyebrow, the sexy one that she’s joked about making him look like he’s got some dark and dangerous past, quirks upwards. She’s never said anything about the long scar on the side of his head, she worries he might be sensitive about it. She thinks it’s one of the hottest god damned things she’s ever seen.

Whenever she makes her silly joke, he will smirk at her and say, “Maybe someday I’ll tell you, Pitts.”

So is that flirting or just stagehand banter? She’s not sure.

Diego crosses his arms and leans into her space just a little bit, “You look hella guilty, you know that?”

“Uhm,” Lila just says putting her thumb back between her teeth and staring back at the fucking “The Handler”’s dressing room door.

“Oh shit, you really did do something!” Diego says with a disbelieving grin on his face and Lila starts shushing him, vaguely putting a hand up against his face and his chest to get her point across, and then momentarily gets distracted by how hard his pecs feel under his black cotton t-shirt.

But apparently there’s also a sufficient amount of panic in her expression, because Diego softens and says, “Hey, maybe I can help you, yeah?”

Something about the sudden gentleness makes Lila completely defenseless and before she knows it, she’s telling him everything.

“So I may have, in a moment of blind rage, sent a parcel to our star,” and she fills those words with so much venom that she herself thinks she’s being petty and then feels strangely embarrassed in front of Diego, who is definitely less involved in the infighting between the actors and the production team. “Anyway, I don’t actually want her to get it, so now I don’t know how to get it out without anyone seeing me.”

She hasn’t really noticed that while she was whispering intensely at Diego who obligingly leaned down towards her so that he could hear, they have actually moved all the way down the corridor and are now only a couple of feet from the offending dressing room.

“I could be your lookout,” Diego stage whispers with a shrug and Lila slaps him gently and shushes him again.

“Jesus, Diego, people are running up and down this corridor all the time, there’s no point in a lookout!”

“Then what do you suggest?” he asks with a bit of irritation and Lila can’t really blame him for it, after all he’s only trying to help.

“No need for the attitude,” she grumbles instead of actually expressing her thanks. She gets a well deserved eyebrow quirk in return.

And that sparks a thought.

In the span of a second she goes backwards and forwards on her idea but she really has no time to contemplate all of the consequences, so she gets on tiptoes, leans into Diego and presses her lips to his.

Diego freezes in surprise.

But he doesn’t push her off and he isn’t not kissing her back (which Lila files away to examine at a later stage), but after two beats he does pull away, warm palms resting on her shoulders, and breaths out, “What the fuck?”

Oh now he knows how to whisper quietly! It sends a shiver down Lila’s spine.

“Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable,” she repeats a line she heard once in a film and then promptly leans back into him and apparently, and to her own utter shock, Diego accepts that explanation and he puts his arms around her and somehow gets their tongues involved.

Momentarily distracted by how stupidly soft and pillowy his lips are, Lila is taken by surprise when he pushes her up against the door behind her and then suddenly it gives way and in the next moment they’re inside the dressing room, no longer holding onto each other but only inches apart and a little out of breath.

She’s staring up into his eyes and he looks a little shell shocked himself until he literally shakes his head gently, probably to clear his thoughts, and says, “So what are we looking for?”

Lila jerks a bit, as if only fully understanding where she is and why when he speaks to her, and stutters out a dumb, “Uh.. Uhm!” and turns around to the shabby desk with the makeup mirror above it.

And there it is, her stupid package.

Oh fuck and she’d even put a smarmy red bow on it, hadn’t she?

Lila grabs it and turns on her heels making her way straight back to the door, Diego close behind, but when she grabs the handle she stops.

“What?” Diego asks hastily, now probably caught up in her panic, even though none of this actually has anything to do with him.

He’s standing right next to her, shoulder pressed against the wall beside the door, clearly ready to bolt the moment she opens it.

“We can’t walk out there like this, it’d be too suspicious,” Lila rushes out, then clamps the little package under her arm, trying not to think too hard about what’s inside, and starts dragging her hand through her hair a couple of times.

“Gotta make it look believable,” she says by way of explanation as she reaches up and messes up Diego’s much shorter hair.

Then, on a whim, because she’s feeling devious, she lets her hand drop to the back of his neck, pulls herself up against him for the second time in only five minutes, puts her lips to his throat, and starts sucking a hickey into Diego’s skin.

“Jesus,” Diego breathes out and his hands flutter to her hips and grab on tight.

And for a second Lila’s lost in the moment. Her whole body is pressed against his and maybe he’s got a screwdriver in his pocket, or maybe this stupid fucking plan is as much of a turn on for Diego as it is for her, but that thought brings her back around to why she’s here in the first place and the horrifying contents of the parcel under her arm, and Lila ends up killing the mood for herself and pulls away.

When Diego dazedly follows her along as if he’s about to kiss her, it takes all of her mental strength to put a hand on his chest and hold him off.

“We’d better go!” All amusement has gone from her voice and Lila feels both excillerated and like this was the dumbest fucking plan she’s ever persued.

Now she has a dead goldfish in a package under her arm and the rigger she’s had a crush on since she started working here is trying to make out with her a bit more, but maybe that’s not all she wants.

Diego pulls away the second she starts putting distance between them and they slip out the door to an empty corridor.

Lila turns around to Diego, glad that her complexion will mostly hide how much her cheeks are burning, and doesn’t manage to look him in the eyes to say, “Ok, thanks! Bye!” before turning around and actually jogging away down the hall.

-

Later that evening, when the audience has left, the actors have mostly headed out to the bars and clubs of the city, and only a small amount of crew are still backstage to prep for the next day, Lila heads out through the loading bay to get to the subway.

That’s not how she usually leaves. Usually she leaves through the front door, not the stage door, but maybe today, for no particular reason, she just wants to take a quick look at who is still around from the rigging crew.

And as she passes by one of the darker nooks, shrouded from view by heavy stage curtains, she feels a hand wrap around her arm and she’s slowly turned towards Diego, who has an almost shy smile on his face. Then he lets her arm go.

“You can’t kiss a guy like that and then expect him to be able to think about anything else for the rest of the day,” he says softly, just about managing to meet her eyes.

Suddenly, his shyness makes her feel bold and she says with a bit of a smirk, “Yeah, and what kind of kiss is that?”

Diego’s smile brightens, and it’s a thing to behold, as he reaches his hand up, tucks her hair behind her ear and then leans in to gently suck on her jaw just below her ear.

Lila is almost embarrassed to hear herself gasp.

But then he moves to her lips and they kiss much more gently than earlier, and yet it's somehow hotter, as she puts her hands on his chest and Diego reaches the hand that’s not still on her neck to the small of her back and pulls her in closer.

Then he suddenly breaks the kiss and looks at her earnestly and Lila is worried for a moment before he says with mild curiosity, “So you gonna tell me what was in that package?”

Lila hesitates for a moment, then thinks he deserves the truth and also it might explain just how fucked she would have been if she hadn’t gone to such drastic measures.

“Dead goldfish.”

“Shit, you really are crazy,” he deadpans in response and Lila is about to protest but Diego leans back in and silences her with his lips and tongue.

[ssixa]

CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, smut (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 2019

Warning: explicit language, SMUT!!!!!!, drinking, mention of breath play, finger play, oral

A/n: Wow we love back to back smut chapters lol. Hey y’all I’m back! sorry for the long wait. should’ve planned out posting this story a little better, but hopefully I get settled pretty soon to keep posting more chapters. I will say that this is the last chapter that coincides with my dream and at this point I’m just trying to come up with ideas lol. Also, this isn’t as proofread as it needs to be so sorry if there are any grammar issues.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Nine

~Y/N POV~

I was sitting in the back seat beside JB and we were cutting up a storm. About what? I couldn’t tell you honestly. When you’re drunk and in a happy mood, everything tends to be funnier. The boys who joined us at dinner were Mark, Bam, Jinyoung, and Jackson. That left Youngjae and Yug back at the hotel which honestly did make me a little sad since I wanted to be able to hang out with everyone altogether, but I guess that time will come. At some point, there was a time when the whole van was in conversation with each other (even the manager). The conversation was light and joyful. Even in my drunk state, this was all surreal to me. Something inside me though did hope that they weren’t putting on a facade even if we had talked for a while now.

 As the conversation kept on, I noticed how quiet Mark was being. Actually he had been quieter than normal the whole night; only some laughs and a few inputs were added throughout the night. Though I did see him fill his silence with drink after drink and shot after shot. So I decided that so he wouldn’t have to drink by himself, we could all play a little drinking games. To say that NONE OF US were good at playing games would be accurate, but we all had fun regardless.   

When we make it back to the hotel, the manager hops out first to survey the area to see if any noticeable fans were hanging around. After it looked like the coast was clear, the manager gets back in the car and tells me to go ahead and head to JB’s room which was 720. I nod and the manager gives me JB's second spare key for the room. I made my way up and thought to visit Y/f/n, but remembered her saying she was about to sleep. So I followed directions and got to JB’s room where I unlocked the door, threw my bag on the bed, and made myself at home. I sat on the bed closest to the door when I thought of a brilliant idea to scare JB when he walked in. I hid in the bathroom that was conveniently located by the door and waited to hear movement from the outside. 

It didn’t take long when I suddenly heard the lock pad being activated and the door knob turning. JB slightly stumbled in still pretty drunk and made his way to the bed my bag was located on.

“Where the hell is she?” JB mutters out loud

“Y/N!” he raises his voice a little more. I could see him getting nervous that my drunk self could’ve run off somewhere. So I decided to finally give in and snuck up behind him.

“Boo!” I hit him on his back. I could see him jump and freeze up slightly. He turns around and relaxes seeing it was only me. He lunges at me as I try to run away, but captures me and closes his arms around me from my back. I’m giggling at the silly moment and the scared face he made.

“You think you’re funny scaring me like that huh?” he whispers in my ear

“It was funny though. Found a moment and took it. Could you blame a girl?” I giggle back

“Well I can’t let that go unpunished now can I?” he continues, but this time his tone is so much more darker. I let out a slight gasp as he slowly wrapped one of his hands around the front of my neck. He didn’t squeeze, but just the thought of it had me already soaking wet. I turned around and smashed my lips into his and wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled my waist towards his. He walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and he slightly pushed me down. He sits up and rids himself of his shirt and I do the same to myself. 

He leans back down to connect our lips and tries to fondle my boobs, but my bra became yet another obstacle to him. He reaches back and fumbles, but manages to unhook my bra which brings up my question,

“For being drunk, you’re quite skilled in unhooking a bra” I slightly mock

“Oh baby, I’m not as innocent as some fans make me seem. Don’t worry, you’ll find out in a little bit” he remarks slyly. The comment alone got me heated and excited. I don’t doubt that JB is hella experienced like some fans make him out to be, but just how experienced can he be. That was the goal I set to find out. 

After discarding my bra elsewhere, JB leans back down to connect our lips yet again, but makes sure to make his hands busy with my boobs. He massaged them then started rolling my nipples, pulling, and tugging them which elicited moans from me. I reached up and rubbed my hands on his chest slowly making my way down to the rim of his pants. The gaze we held was nothing short of exhilarating and hungry. His eyes alone were saying everything he wasn’t and like I knew my hands made their way down to the thick bulge already evident through his pants.

I saw his eye close at the slightest touch of my fingers on his bugle. He took his bottom lip between his teeth so I decided to take it one step further and shoved my hand down his pants to bring out his member. Now I knew this man radiated big dick energy, but let’s just say that he had the right to. I start to slowly pump his length and I see his breathing start to increase. Unknowingst to me, his arms were suddenly becoming too weak. So when he stopped me, I was a bit taken back but for only a moment.

“What’s wrong, feels too good” I say with a smirk. He leans down and gives me another peck. He grabs my shoulders and jerks to the side flipping us over so I end up on top. He pushes my head back and down

“Now do me a favor beautiful and suck me off” he says with a commanding tone

“Anything for you” I winked and proceeded to wrap my lips around his shaft. I start to bob my head up and down every now and then letting it hit the back of my throat. Whenever I did that though, he let out a slight moan. That only encouraged me to go faster, his hips bucking up as I kept up the pace.

“Ugh, your mouth feels so good” he seethes through his teeth. The compliment is what gave me encouragement to go faster and suck harder. His moans became louder and bucking more rapid and that’s when I knew he was getting close. 

“I’m so fucking close” he pants out. I could feel him twitching inside of my mouth. Only after a few bobs was he suddenly shooting what would’ve possibly been our future kids down my esophagus. Jutting the last few drops down my throat, I swallow leaving nothing behind

“Oh my god, I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have cum in your mouth” he says worryingly in a rush. Before he could keep going, I sat up on my knees and stuck out my tongue showing the nonexistence of what he expected would have been in my mouth.

“My god you’re sexy, like fuck” he says in amazement 

My hand goes up to his cheek and I lovingly caress it with my thumb and in almost a mocking way I reply,

“Oh sweetie, I know” and retrieved my hand back. I get up and head to the head of the bed. I slip under the sheets and look up at JB.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he questions

“Getting in bed and I love the nickname” I giggle slightly tiredly 

“But what about you? I got my pleasure?” he continues worriedly

“I’m fine, we’ve both had a long night of entertainment” I smirked. JB hops on the empty spot beside me on the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. 

“Well I hope you enjoyed the show then, but are you really sure you’re ok? It doesn’t seem fair at all” 

“Really I’m fine, what I am going to do is take a shwer because I honestly feel really gross” I laugh as I get up to head to the shower

“Well, do you mind if I join. I can wash your back for you” he says sitting up already heading to the bathroom.

“Haha whynot” I replied, walking into the bathroom and him following.

Once in the shower JB made statements how I must be a devil because the water was hotter than hell. He was only partially successful in restoring himself by saying that 

I was at least a sexy devil. The water poured over us as my back was to his chest and his arms were wrapped around me. It was comfortable and the feeling was indescribable. My head rested on his shoulder then I suddenly felt kisses on my neck. I would’ve melted right then and there and though I told him earlier that I was ok, that was a lie. I was so needy for him it almost made me dizzy, but I knew he needed some rest. I’m really glad he came into the shower with me. 

He continued his charades on my neck then down to my shoulder and I knew there would be proof of our escapades tomorrow. One of his hands slowly made their way down my body and found my clit almost instantly. He rubbed slowly which elicited a moan from me. With that he saw it as a sign to slide a finger in. His pumps were slow and steady but also picking up speed. More moans escaped from my mouth that I had no want to retain. 

JB added a second finger and began to pump faster and faster,

“Fuck JB” I  moaned out 

“Does that feel good baby?” he whispers in my ear. 

“Mmmhhmm fuck yes” I heave out. I felt my orgasm building up and I think he knew it too.

“Fuck I’m so close daddy” I moan out. I shouldn’t have said that. His fingers picked up the speed and his thumb found my clit, rubbing and pumping quickly. More moans slipped out along with a string of curses and daddy’s screams. I hit my climax hard and had my only support being JB’s other arm and the bathroom wall. 

My legs were shaking and I found it hard to barely hold myself up. It had been so long since I’d been fingered and on top of that fingered to the point I felt like I had been fucked decently. I turn around and we share a long heated kiss with my arms around his neck and his around my waist. We separate and catch our breaths while staring longingly into his eyes. 

“Fuck that was amazing” I laugh

“If you think that was amazing, wait until we get back in bed” he whispers lowly into my ear. This boy really knows how to make a woman wet.

“I’ll be looking forward to it...daddy” I whisper seducingly back.

“I don’t think you know how much I love you calling me that” he hums 

“Well...you can always show me” 

“Now that is something I can do” he winks, but continues on,

“But first let’s finish up, I did promise to wash your back for you” he laughs 

“I’ll wash yours if you’ll wash mine” I reply laughing

“Deal” he concludes. We finish up in the shower, get dressed, and head back to bed. The little shenanigans we got up to paired on top of the day's events had us a lot more exhausted than we thought we were. Once we got under the sheets, falling asleep came fast and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[princessthotty]

Catch Me  (villa dell'amore Series)

Catch Me 

Ravn x (Y/N) 

Rated: M for later chapters

chapter 1 “Worst Ways To Fall In Love”

This was the worst possible way for this to happen. Well, maybe not the worst, but it was definitely top 3 on your "worst ways to fall in love" list. A million things running through your mind as you lay in the muscular, dripping wet arms, of the mystery man who may have just saved your life.

“Um,” The man breaks the long silence. “Are you okay?”

His voice, somewhat rough yet still silky smooth, drawing you in. Beautiful deep brown eyes holding you in a trance, all the while you’re thinking of licking-

“Hey, could you get up, my arm's going dead here,” He says, irritation forming in his voice.

You blink, snapping back to reality, and to the fact that you are currently being held up by a half naked man in the apartment's communal showers. “Oh,” You manage to squeak out before practically flinging yourself out of his grasp and running out of the steaming room. “I’m so sorry!” You screamed, quickly fleeing the scene.

Sprinting full force up the stairs back to your room, and quickly lock the door. You slide down the hard wooden frame to sit on the less than comfortable hardwood floor. “Wow.” You whispered, the only word your scrambled brain could come up with.

Who was this mysterious man? You may have just moved into this place a week ago, but you were sure you had already met everyone in the complex, and you would have definitely remembered meeting this one.

You lived in a small communal living "apartment", though it was closer to a  rundown house with a bunch of sectioned off rooms, that consisted of eight tiny rooms, one large kitchen, one working bathroom, and no privacy. Anywhere.

Just having moved to the city for school and after what seemed like the hundredth available room for rent you visited, you somehow stumbled upon this "quaint, communal living villa" named “Villa Dell'amore” advertising a free room. After another day of disappointment, what was one more.

Disappointment may have been a slight under exaggeration as you stared at the room. It was half the size of every other place you had seen, and was not quite what you expected when you read "villa", but it was also half the price of everything else near campus so who were you to argue?

Everyone in the complex was nice enough at first impressions, and you were all going to attend the same university. There were six rooms currently occupied, you only had the chance to meet five of the residents. Lee Seoho, Kim GunHak, who liked to be called Leedo, were in two of the four rooms on the second floor with you. Then there was Lee KeonHee, Yeo Hwanwoong, and Son Dong Ju, who everyone called Xion, that stayed in the three rooms on the first floor. They told you the sixth missing occupants names, but you couldn't remember what they called him. Your mind was still attempting to process what just happened.

"Well, I guess we just met," You mumbled, slouching over onto the floor. It's not like you meant to walk in on him as he was getting out of the shower... or slip and fall into his arms... and stay there for a much, much, longer time than necessary. "Why'd it have to be the bathroom." You reached for a plushy for comfort, or to smother yourself, which ever seemed more appropriate.

A knock on the door startled you out of your embarrassment induced anguish. Laying perfectly still, you hopefully thought they would go away. Unfortunately, another quick knock, and no way for you to escape. Taking a deep breath, you slowly got up and unlocked the door to see who was there.

Oh, was it your lucky day, because there stood the handsome mystery man, directly in front of you now. At least this time he was fully clothed.

"Too bad," You thought unconsciously.

The man cleared his throat. "So, um, about earlier," He started.

Before he could get another word out, you swung open the door and bowed deeply in front of him. "I'm so sorry about that!," Cheeks bright as you nervously looked up. "I didn't know anyone was in there and I was going to knock, not that I don't usually knock, I just thought everyone was gone-" You began to babble, unable to stop all the words spewing from your lips.

"Pfft-,"

You immediately stopped and looked up to see the man trying to stifle his laughter, but failing completely. His smiling face, too much for your heart to handle.

"So cute,"

"So cute," 

What? Did you just say that... or was that...

"No, it was my fault. " He said. "I should have locked the door. I'm not the only one who lives here. It's just good you didn't fall. You didn't get hurt, did you?"

You tucked your hair behind your ears, cheeks somehow hotter then before, if that was even possible. "Yes- I mean No! No, I am not hurt, thanks to you." You managed to stutter out, heart fluttering.

"My name’s Kim YoungJo," He says, smiling at you with an outstretched hand. "I'm a student at the University up the street. I heard someone new moved in while I was gone. Nice to finally meet you."

How was he so confident, even after something so embarrassing just happened? You had to play it cool, if he wasn’t going to let it bother him, you had to do the same, and stop being a total spaz.

You took his hand. "My names (y/n)," You replied, a soft smile on your face. "Nice to meet you, too, YoungJo."

"You can call me Ravn," He said, shoving one hand in his pocket. "If you need anything, I'm in the room right next door." He jestered.

With that he turned to head back to his room. "Oh, one more thing," Turning back to look at you with a smirk. "The walls between rooms are pretty thin, so be careful about being too loud or anything." He tapped the wall with his knuckle and winked before disappearing into his room, closing the door behind him.

You stared in slight confusion before it dawned on you what he was referring to. The blush that had slightly dissipated returned full force, leaving you to stare after him in shock.

You covered your hot, flustered face with your hands and leaned your head against the open door frame. "Am I going to survive here?" You thought.

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This is my first biasxreader, I usually write for characters and in third person, so this was interesting to try out. I wanna make this a series, but you can always enjoy this as a one shot too, just hella fluff. Hope you enjoy~

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 5

PART 5 to:  https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189980977299/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Taglist: @dailyojiromashirao​, @asja-the-hoarder​, @breezy-chan11414​, @captainw0lfy, @sunflowergem​, @lenkiryuu

Clarifications:

(F/C): Favorite Color (H/C): Hair Color (E/C): Eye Color

Summary: You prepare yourself for the dance, and Izuku is nervous as hell...

She comes to speak to me I freeze immediately 'Cause what she says sounds so unreal...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

THE OTHER DAY…

‘Hey. I know I acted like a gloomy doofus yesterday, but I still do wanna go to the dance with you. So… we’ll meet here? At the front of the school building?’

Izuku gasped sharply and loudly, hand coming to his mouth to cover any scream that wanted to leave him, and he called himself an idiot before texting back ‘Yes! Yes! We’ll meet here! Can’t wait!’ That came off a bit more excited than he hoped but he couldn’t help it, you still wanted to go to the dance?! He was so happy! Oh my God he was still going to the dance with you, he almost forgot about that…

Oh my God he almost forgot about that and now he had to learn how to dance! And fast!!

And unbeknownst to him, you were thinking the exact same thing as you stood in your room and put on several Youtube videos to learn all these cool dances. You were clumsy doing it but you kept at it so you could actually try to do something like dancing for tomorrow night…

Afterwards you made sure to shave everything, well, legs and pits at least. You’d let the forest reclaim the lands AFTER the dance, but for today and tomorrow, your legs and pits would have to be bare and maybe a little shiny.

THE DAY OF THE DANCE…

This was it. You were scared as hell as you anxiously sat in the seat of your mother’s car and double checked everything. Your legs and pits were shaven and soft with lotion you vigorously rubbed onto your skin, your teeth were brushed too but you still chewed some gum so it didn’t smell. And you wore extra deodorant and perfume so your body didn’t smell the way it usually did either.

Lastly, you made sure that this dress you chose wasn’t all messed up after you got your hair done at that place Midnight suggested and also had your nails all polished up. Looking at yourself in the mirror shocked you, lips shiny with gloss and eyes covered with that mascara stuff but it wasn’t like it was overdone. No you only had a minimal amount of make-up done because it wasn’t something you were used to but you could still see a little bit of a difference?

It was strange but at the same time you thought you actually looked kinda good. Especially now that you saw all of yourself in the mirror in your dress, your shoes, this weird purse that your mom gave you. It was kinda weird and yet weirdly exciting too. You felt like one of those princesses in those movies where the princesses were getting ready for the ball.

And you felt like surprising everyone too to let them all see their frumpy classmate all dressed up, because you were living for it as your happy mother drove you to the front of UA. “Have fun~! Please ask Inko-chan to take a picture of you and Izuku-kun!” She chimed and you perked up in shock, why did she mention Izuku’s mom?

Oh my God she wasn’t there was she…?

NOT FAR AWAY…

“M-Mom…! P-Please y-you really don’t…” Izuku was already blushing quite heavily as his mother did his tie for him, so she could take yet another picture of him. Oh my God his mother was at school with him, and his classmates were there and he could hear some of the females like Hagakure and Yaoyorozu cooing at how cute it was, while Aoyama, Tokoyami, Kouda and Ojiro glanced at him sympathetically before they went inside.

He was already nervous as hell and sweating bullets that he needed extra anti-perspirant. His teeth were brushed and everything, and he was starting to hate himself for not brushing his hair more. Even though that’s the way it was, naturally curly and yet still he wished it was a little straighter because he wanted this night to be perfect. You deserved perfect.

“I’m sorry Izuku! But I couldn’t resist! It’s your first dance with your first date!” However, Inko almost pretended to be oblivious to the fact that her son turned even redder the second the word ‘date’ came up in front of all his friends.

“D-Date?! N-No! No t-t-that’s not… I-It isn’t…” He stammered quite badly, even though he was starting to wonder, was this a date? No he couldn’t think that, he was just taking his friend out to the dance because you asked him out and he WANTED to go with you. His friend asked him out, he was NOT going to get over that…

“I-It can’t be I mean… no we’re just… f-friends…” Still, Izuku convinced himself that this was just a dance, because he still believed that you were way out of his league and he felt so lucky that you asked him out and that he would have this dance with you. Someone he thought was amazing, powerful and so…

“She’s beautiful…” Inko didn’t mean to ignore her son, but the second she saw the person he was going with she paused as soon as she saw you. And Izuku perked up a little bit in confusion when he heard his mother, but he gasped outloud as soon as he saw what she was talking about, eyes going wide when he saw that it was you.

He swore Todoroki must have been around with his quirk because Izuku felt himself freeze the second he saw you coming over to him.

You were smiling bashfully in the (F/C) dress that was long and flowing with the night breeze; there was shorts underneath, almost like a romper but it didn’t deter from how elegant it made you look. (F/C) shoes clacked with the ground you walked on, and (H/C) hair looking so beautiful, shiny in it’s unusual style, high up and tied in contrast to how you normally wore it. Your (E/C) eyes seemed to sparkle a little more today and Izuku couldn’t help but notice, his flushed cheeks burning even hotter as he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in that dress, his mother was far from wrong.

You WERE beautiful. You were so beautiful…

“Izuku…! Is that little (Y/N)-chan?!” But then his thoughts were broken when his mom recognized this lovely young woman as you, and he nodded slowly, “Y-Yes… yes it is… and… s-she is…” He clarified, and agreed with what his mom had said earlier, god you were so beautiful…

“U-Uhh H-Hi! Hi Mrs. Midoriya.” Your smile widened when you saw Izuku’s sweet little mother and she was more than excited to greet you again. “(Y/N)-chan! It’s so nice to see you again! Oh my goodness… y-you… you’ve grown so much!” She remembered you as Izuku’s good friend, you were a sweet girl, definitely had that charm to you, and so it surprised her to see you looking… like an adult.

“Y-Yeah…! Haha… I uh… still can’t believe I’m here… but if there’s one person I wanted to ask out to this thing… it was Izuku. He’s… been my friend forever… and I wanted to dance with him.” You said somewhat shyly but sincerely as Izuku’s face somehow turned even redder.

“A-Ahhhh…! T-Th… T-Thank you (Y/N)… o-oh my God… I-I…I-I’m so g-glad that… y-you asked me out… I-I… n-n-never thought I would… g-get to go to… o-one of these things… b-but… t-thank you (Y/N)…” Poor Izuku could barely speak he was so flustered, still so awed seeing you looking so regal and so powerful. How and why you asked him out to this dance he’ll never know.

“Y-Yeah… y-you… you’re welcome Izuku. I’m… really happy to be here.” You said with a warm smile, which made Inko smile. But then she started to tear up when this made her realize that her son was all grown up, because just not long ago she remembered you and Izuku playing together, the two of you were so tiny and now you were going to a dance…

You were always so good and so sweet to her boy…

“Thank you (Y/N)-chan!! For being so good to my Izuku!!” She promptly burst into tears as you and Izuku both jumped and started to freak out a little bit when the poor woman started crying. “M-Mom! Mom it’s okay…! D-Don’t cry…!”

“M-Mrs. Midoriya…! R-Really it’s no problem! Of course!” Still, you and Izuku smiled and comforted the emotional woman and she did calm down… albeit purely for the sake to take at least 20 pictures of her son with you.

‘She bounced back fast…’ You thought in amusement as you stood with Izuku, hand in his as he was still blushing darkly and looking hella embarrassed when his mom kept taking picture after picture. “Mom I-I think that’s…”

“Oh just one more! It’s your first dance!!” She chirped as you giggled and kinda helped her by putting your head on Izuku’s shoulder and he nearly screamed and you swore he was going to faint when you hugged his arm and Inko took even MORE pictures.

“O-Okay I think…” Izuku felt bad for wanting to make his mother stop but this was getting embarrassing, “C’mon Izuku… put your arm around me, for your mom.” However, you convinced him to let her take one more picture as Izuku’s body trembled and his eyes went wide.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with being hugged, but it still made him incredibly anxious. At least until you smiled at him, oh God that didn’t help you were too beautiful. “It’s okay… just like this.” But your words and gentle touches somehow allowed him to calm down long enough as he swallowed hard and found his arm around you.

He tried to will himself to not blush any darker when he could hear his mother squeal as she took at least 10 pictures of that and you had to try not to laugh at how endearing she was. “Okay, okay! Thank you! I think I took plenty… have fun you two~!” Although she wanted to take a little bit more pictures of her son actually dancing with you, she decided to give her flustered boy a break so you and him could actually go into the building.

“W-We will mom…!”

“Oh we totally will!”

The two of you waved at the women before Izuku decided that now was a good time to go in, he’s seen this in movies before where the guy offers his arm out to the girl but he felt so shy and so anxious about doing so. He shakily brought his arm out for you to take, which you were more than happy to as you giggled.

“Goodness aren’t you a gentleman?” You asked him somewhat playfully as he started to stutter and blush quite heavily again, his face was so bright red you thought it was adorable and just wanted to kiss it all over.

“I-I uh… w-well u-um… I-I… h-hope so…” He admitted, although he didn’t want to brag and say he considered himself a gentleman because his mother DID raise a gentleman after all. However, he knew that you deserved just that, a gentleman.

“You are Izuku… obviously. Your mom is so sweet it’s only normal that her baby boy is just as sweet.” You smirked and teased him a little more as he perked up in embarrassment, “(Y/N)…! Don’t say that…!” He kind of whined when you called him a ‘baby boy’ and you just smiled and laughed, hugging his arm as his already flushed cheeks further reddened.

“That’s a good thing though… it’s why I asked you out.” You said rather fondly and this somewhat calmed the boy down a little bit, even though it still shocked him, it also made him really happy as he was able to smile at you. “I’m… glad (Y/N). I didn’t think I wanted to ever go to one of these things until… well… until you asked me out and I thought that maybe it’d be fun, because I’d actually get to go with someone I… trust.” He couldn’t bring himself to say ‘like’ because… for one he was already blushing just thinking about saying it, and on top of that, he didn’t want to just ruin everything by saying he liked you.

Even though he did, he really liked you, and deep down, he always has…

“Yeah… me too.” Nodding in agreement you and Izuku smiled at each other as you couldn’t help but admire all of these silly decorations, “Hee-hee… I’m almost thinking about going to Mcdonalds after this or something… what do you think Izuku? Wanna go someplace after this, maybe ice cream?” It was so awkward you had to say something that sounded like you and it actually made Izuku feel a little bit more at ease as he almost giggled.

“Sure! I think that’d be a good idea…” He was more than happy to accept that, if it meant getting to spend more time with you, then he’d go with you anywhere and even take you anywhere.

INSIDE THE GYM…

“What the fuck am I even doing here?”

Was all Bakugo could ask himself as he glowered at this entire fucking place with it’s annoyingly bright music and corny music. Who the hell was in charge of the music? And why the hell did they let Kaminari choose some songs?

Then again, some of these dumb old songs also sounded like songs you listened to. Bakugo knew of your taste in music, frankly he thought your taste in music sucked, but that was just you. And this theme, good God this fucking theme, it was definitely something you chose and he couldn’t believe it won.

Yet, he was almost bummed that you couldn’t even be here to see it. He knew how much you loved this dumb show, and he had to admit, it was cool. Those three dragons were fucking awesome. Dammit, you weren’t here…

He almost didn’t expect you to be here though, not after you were feeling too miserable to even get up out of your room. Although, Kirishima and Mina did tell him that you were feeling better. He wanted to go and see if you were all right, but he was also still kind of mad at you for going off on him the other day. Even though you had every right to, Bakugo was well aware that he wasn’t a good friend to you all those years. He wanted to apologize, but his damn pride kept him from doing just that…

Maybe he just leave, this dance wasn’t even fun or even getting close to anything resembling fun. He only came because Kirishima and Kaminari annoyed him into going.

“Aww c’mon man, it just started!” Kirishima tried to get his friend to stick around just a little bit longer, since they literally just got here.

“Well it fucking sucks already! What the hell kind of dance is this supposed to be?!” The theme was the only good part, but he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t having fun because he was still not all happy because of everything that’s been going on with you and him. Kirishima knew though, so he smiled at his friend because he knew you were coming.

He just didn’t know that you asked someone else to dance.

“Give it a chance! I mean… it’s just getting’ started, the music and the girls are coming~.” Kaminari tried to tease him, but Bakugo could care less about the girls. All except for one, and he was certain that one wasn’t even coming. Dances weren’t your thing.

Dances weren’t his thing either. He thought they were a waste of time and still didn’t see the point of them. Sure he was cool enough to go to them, and anyone else who tried to ask him out was always rejected. Some were too scared to even ask him even if they wanted to, but you were somehow brave enough to, even when he rejected you.

Bakugo would never admit it, but he felt bad for you. Not just for the video, but for everything. All he’d done in the past, how he rejected you like that before the Sadie Hawkins dance, and the fact that you probably weren’t even coming because again, dances weren’t your thing. And he had no doubts that you didn’t ask anyone out because you were way too shy to do that, so he thought.

“Oh my God, who cares?!” He shouted angrily at his two dumb friends, much to Sero’s amusement as he tried to not laugh at his friends’ expense.

“Sheesh… someone’s got a wedgie or something…” Sero commented on how extra cranky Bakugo was to Mina, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention as she had her eyes on something else. She looked surprised, even amazed as she saw you peeking from behind the entrance door.

“She looks beautiful…!” Mina finally spoke and Sero tried to see where she was looking and his eyes started to widen as he quietly said ‘oh…’ and caught the attention of Kirishima when he noticed his two friends looking quite surprised.

“Oh… wow… no kidding... she is...” Mina wasn’t kidding, Kirishima had his eyes on you, in that dress, your hair, your eyes… you were beautiful…

“Who?! Yaoyorozu, Uraraka?” Kaminari then giddily asked, obviously he was expecting two of the prettier girls but he got the shock (pun intended) of his life when he saw his friends all looking right at you. He’d never seen you look so… beautiful… wow… was that really you?

“Holy Shit... wow... um... I uh...” And now he was stuttering, as if it were the first time he’s noticed how pretty you looked, and it was...

“Tch…” Bakugo had no idea why all his dumb friends were dropping their jaws though, it’s not like any of these girls were goddesses or anything. They were pretty but why were they so awestruck…

"...?!" But then he gasped and his red eyes went wide when he finally turned to see what they were all looking at. And it was you, in your (F/C) dress, flowing and elegant with your hair all styled up as you walked inside slowly, somewhat anxiously but with a shy smile when some of your classmates waved at you with wide, amazed eyes.

Bakugo didn’t think he was capable of freezing, but he couldn’t move, at the moment he couldn’t move or do anything other than stare at how stunning you looked. Nothing else in the world existed, just you as he watched the way you walked, the way that you moved, the way that you smiled so bashfully as if you didn’t know how beautiful you were.

It was such a stark contrast to your usual self, all dressed down and not dolled up, a look Bakugo grew fond of because that was just how you were and he always secretly thought that it was endearing. Yet, he couldn’t help but admire and appreciate this princess-y version of you, you looked so lovely, so captivating that he couldn’t and he wouldn’t dare tear his gaze away from you, or the way that dress hugged your body without showing too much skin. No, it showed just the right amount, and you had such lovely skin, and a lovely body to go with it. He slapped his younger self for being a fucking moron, calling you gross and ugly. Hell no, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

“Man... (L/N)’s a little hottie...” Kaminari thought outloud, a bit more shamelessly than he meant to come off as Sero nudged him a little bit, “Hehe okay... you’re not wrong, she’s... wow cute... real cute...” He said just a tad bit more respectfully, but then it was Kaminari’s turn to nudge him when they could clearly see Bakugo paying them no mind, just you...

“Someone’s got a crush~.” Mina whispered to the two of them, who started to snicker and nod in agreement. 

“What...?!” But then apparently they weren’t quiet enough as Bakugo shouted at them, and that was enough to make Sero and Kaminari nervously smile at him. “Hey it’s cool dude! I mean... it’s like I said (L/N) is cool! Sweet, funny and cute!” Kirishima was obviously stunned by how different and lovely you looked tonight, but at the same time, he knew you had a little something-something to you even before you got a little more dolled up.

And all those times Bakugo would yell at him for being stupid, because it was just his way of denying the fact that it was true. Kirishima was always right about you, he always thought you were cute, sweet and funny in your own weird way, but no there was no humanly way Bakugo could deny it...

“Go get her dude! You should ask her to dance!” Bakugo was so lost in your beauty that he almost didn’t hear Kirishima and the rest of his friends urging him to go try and make a move on you as Kaminari and Sero aided the redhead in cheering as they were giving him thumbs-up and chanting ‘Go get her!’ while Mina giggled and snuck away to go with the girls.

“Shut up you idiots!” Still he shouted at them because they weren’t really helping even though he was GOING to go and ask you to dance, somehow... but the last thing wanted was to get your attention by looking like an idiot.

One things for sure is that he wasn’t going to leave this dance now. No, Bakugo was going to dance with you tonight. He wanted to dance with you, and maybe even actually apologize for being such an asshole in the past. He was an idiot back then for saying that stupid shit, you were the only girl in the world to him, and you were the only girl in the world he wanted to dance with.

Finally he snapped himself out of it, and found it in him to move again as you finally seemed to notice him. God, he thought it was adorable when he saw pink coating your cheeks as you gave one of your typical crooked smiles and awkward little waves.

Bakugo didn’t get flustered, but somehow you managed to do just that as he tried to glare at you like always but couldn’t fight the blush heating his cheeks. It was you, why was he so nervous around you now? You were his friend weren’t you? It didn’t matter that you looked like some queen who was missing her crown…

Oh my God it did matter, you were beautiful all along and he needed to have you, he needed to dance with you.

He took the first step, the music doing nothing to aid him as it played one of those corny love songs from America that he remembered seeing once in this crappy rom-com with you, Deku and Deku’s mom for that matter when you were all really little.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely~

Annoyingly catchy, but absolutely perfect, because you were more beautiful than Aphrodite. Your smile outshined all the lights in this room and Bakugo forced himself to keep going to you despite all of these new nerves coursing through his veins.

But…

In his mind he swore the music STOPPED the second someone else walked in right besides you, no one else other than…

Deku...

Deku?!

Bakugo cringed and gasped, looking shocked, horrified and absolutely appalled when he saw you with, with… 

Deku?! 

Deku of all people?!

“Hee-hee…”

He heard you giggling. It wasn’t the first time he’s heard you giggle with Deku, and it wasn’t the first time it pissed him off either, but right now, it pissed him off even more than usual as he snarled and clenched his fists the second he saw that fucking Deku smiling that stupid smile at you. As you held onto his arm…

The blonde’s eyes further widened as he started to gasp once the realization hit him…

Deku was here with you. Deku was your date…

No fucking way…

He couldn’t have that, he couldn’t let Deku have you.

And he was glad that all the girls rushed over to you once they saw their last girl show up, dressed up so beautifully that they couldn’t help but fawn all over you.

“OMG~!! GIRL!! That dress is FIERCE!!”

“WOW!! (L/N)!! You... you look SO pretty!!”

“No kidding that dress is... WOW...”

“Wow, it’s really nice, and it’s your color too, amazing...”

“Oh my goodness! (L/N)!! You look so good!! You’re… beautiful…” Mina, Uraraka, Jirou, Tsuyu and especially Yaoyorozu approached you and Izuku once the two of you came in together and they had to praise you for how beautiful you looked.

“Aww thanks Momo!” You called her by her name with a big smile, her eyes sparkling with joy at how you dropped the formalities as a token of friendship, “Oh! And thanks for helping me with my boobs! I couldn’t have gotten this dress without your help!” You then chirped happily which made the guys in the vicinity, but especially Izuku and Bakugo all blush quite madly with wide eyes of shock at such a statement.

“Oh it’s no problem at all! I was happy to help!” She replied rather happily as you giggled, “That’s my girl~! You are looking FINE tonight just like I knew you would!!” Hagakure then had to compliment you on how amazing you looked as you smiled at the invisible girl.

“Thank you Tooru… you were right.” You giggled a little bit when she was giving you a look that you couldn’t see, but you knew she was making it and she was right to. Because she always believed in you and she was always urging you to be more confident, and now you were. You found it in you, it was always there, it just took a while to actually act on it.

No more hiding, you were ready to be you. This was your ultimate ‘This Is Me’ Camp Rock moment as you grinned at the way everything looked inside this place, so this is what a dance looked like. This was where you and Izuku were going to dance.

“Ooooh~. (L/N)! Are you and Midoriya… here together to dance?!” And Mina picked up on it, Hagakure always knew but this really shocked the other girls, especially Uraraka whose smile looked a little extra forced as soon as she heard this…

So Deku did have someone ask him out… in hindsight… it’s a good thing she couldn’t bring herself to ask him here…

“Hee-hee that’s right…” You said rather shyly as Izuku blushed a bright shade of red once it became more obvious and it served to piss off Bakugo even more as he couldn’t help but overhear you talking to the girls, “I didn’t think I’d have the balls to but… I did it…” Chuckling nervously you started to blush as badly as Izuku was.

“I’m still shocked that you said ‘yes’ to be honest Izuku…” You admitted with a smile, obviously still a little bit self-deprecating which made Izuku smile sadly at you, “You shouldn’t be shocked… of course I said yes. If there’s anyone in the world that I want to go to the dance with… it’s you (Y/N).” He said a little more confidently, and your blush darkened as your smile warmed.

“Aww… Izuku… haha well hey! Music’s gonna play, let’s get our groove on~!!” You exclaimed and shook your hips a little bit as Izuku perked up nervously, but excitedly too. All-Might taught him how to dance last-minute just yesterday so he had this!

“R-Right…!”

He exclaimed as you and he were oblivious to the way Bakugo was glaring at you when he saw you both going to the dance floor, and he didn’t hesitate to follow you both with a furious, determined glare.

He couldn't and wouldn't believe it. You asked fucking Deku to this dance?! That was NOT going to fly. If anyone was going to dance with you, it was going to be HIM.

Not Deku, HIM!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[razieltwelve]

Any advice on beating the heat this summer? You live in Australia and it gets hella hot there, so you have to have some tips and tricks.

Fun fact: I wasn’t born in Australia. I was actually born in the tropics in one of the few areas in the world that might be consistently hotter than Australia. As a result, the heat doesn’t really bother me too much. It’s the cold that gets to me, especially the knee I’ve had an operation on.

That said, there are a few things you can do:

The shade is your friend. Being in the shade won’t save you from humidity, but it will save you from dry heat. Even if it’s 40C in the sun, it can be as low as 20C in the shade. 

Keep your travelling to a minimum during the hottest hours. Travelling in extreme heat is miserable, so try to travel either earlier in the morning or later in the afternoon to avoid the worst of it.

A bucket of ice and a fan is a cheap substitute for air conditioning. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing, and ice isn’t hard to get if you have a fridge.

Keep plenty of water in the fridge. However much water you think you might need, keep twice as much. Seriously. If you’re dehydrated, the heat will feel a million times worse. Drink regularly.

Wear clothes that breathe. I can’t stress this enough. Having clothes that breathe and wick away sweat will make your life much easier. 

[kirawritesaboutevanstan]

Gross and stinky together

A/N: Hiya! I am desperately trying to write a series that has been haunting my mind for the last few weeks, but I just can't seem to get it right, so out of frustration, I decided to write this instead lol. Because I am a mess of a human being and I tend to procrastinate. I also realize that most of my fics so far take place on a bed and I am not even sorry about that. 

Summary: A heatwave has attacked New York, and you are struggling with dealing with it. I don't know how to write summaries. I suck.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and body parts, no actual smut. Just making out. Maybe a swear word or two. Too many commas and shitty grammar. Sorry. 

Word count: Around 2300. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Interested in reading more of my stories? Well you can find more right here

My work is not to be posted on any other site without my consent, it might be garbage, but it's my garbage.

(Gif is because he is all sweaty but so hot. Okay, honestly I just wanted to add it, no other reason lol. I don't own it, credit to the owner.)

43° the thermometer reads. You groan and skip around your apartment trying to find a cool spot. There is a heat wave going on in New York at the moment, and you are not happy about it. Being a person who is forever boiling the heat is just too much for you to handle. You enter your living room and fall down on the couch. But the room is like a sauna, so you quickly leave the couch again. The leather seat sticks to your skin as you lift your butt of it, making a loud tearing sound. Not sexy at all. You grimace and gently rub your exposed butt. You quickly decided not to wear any pants  Ending up in a pair of deep red lingerie panties and a loose black t-shirt.

You shuffle into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a drink. The cool air hitting your skin is so lovely you fall into a blissful trance. But it's interrupted by the loud beeping from the refrigerator complaining about being too hot. You grab a cold ice tea and close the fridge door. The refrigerator begins happily buzzing away cooling itself down again. “Selfish bastard” you mumble to the fridge, jealous of it being able to cool itself down and staying cool but not wanting to share it with you.

You shuffle into the office, but turn around instantly when you feel the even hotter air hitting your face. You groan out loud. “Why is this damn apartment so freaking hot?!” you complain out loud. Perhaps a cold shower will do the trick?

You march into the bathroom. Undressing, stepping in under the cold water. Moaning blissfully, your eye closing in content as the cooling water runs down your overheated body. You stand in there for a long time, before deciding it’s time to wash your hair. As lovely as this is, you have to get out at some point. You gently rub the shampoo into your scalp. You choose to use your cooling mint body wash as well. When you are all nice and clean, you step out of the shower, still feeling nice and relaxed. Thinking what a good idea this was.

Well, that is until you walk out of the bathroom and try to dry off. You dry off your body with the towel, but because it’s so hot, your skin just won't stay dry. Your own sweat mixing with the water from the shower. After a few minutes of frantically trying to dry off. You groan loud, a guttural groan and throw your arms up in frustration. The towel falls to the floor. And you fall down on the bed, face down and just lay there. Entirely and utterly naked, head first in the pillow. After a few moments, your lungs scream for air and turn your head to the side. You lay there, having given up altogether. Still, your skin keeps being moist.

20 minutes pass and your body are finally dry. But you know that if you dare to move, you will sweat again. So you just lay there.

You must have fallen asleep because you open your eyes the light outside isn't as bright as it was earlier, but still as hot. You got woken up by the door opening and closing. A voice calls out. It’s Sebastian, your boyfriend coming home from a day full of interviews.

‘’Y/N? You here?’’ You raise your head a little to yell out ‘’In the bedroom’’. You hear shuffling around and footsteps coming closer. You hear Sebastian’s voice outside the door says as he appears in the door. ‘’What are you doing in the bedr-?’’ He stops talking mid-sentence when he spots you on the bed.  Completely naked. His eyes are wide with surprise as he stares at you. Taking in the sight of your exposed body.

‘’Y/n, why are you naked? I mean, not that I am complaining. I love when you are naked, but I'm just wondering. Why?.’’ He chuckles as he stares at you, amusement and confusion on his beautiful face.

You turn around to face him, now resting on your back, as you lift up on your arms, you glare at him, brows squished together, a slight crease between them. ‘’It’s too hot! I can’t be anywhere without melting. I can't wear anything without it sticking to my skin. It’s boiling everywhere… The only place I can even stand being is in here. On our bed. Not moving and naked.’’ You complain as you make an exasperated sound as you fall back on the bed, spreading out your arms in a dramatic way to demonstrate your point. ‘’I'm dying Seb’’ you finish off theatrically, voice low and weak.

He laughs out loud at your exaggerated actions, his laughter booming in the room.   ‘’You are such a drama queen.’ He chuckles, as he looks at you and you glare at him. ‘’I am not a drama queen. It’s just too hot’’ you complain. He chuckles again, the sound makes a pack of butterflies flutter around your stomach. He walks over to the closet and starts to undress.

Your eyes follow his movements, studying his actions and body. He is wearing that green leather jacket you love on him. You do however wonder how he hasn't melted away in that thing. A black fitted t-shirt underneath, white pants and white socks. Seriously, how is he just fine with wearing that much clothing in this heat?

‘’How are you just fine wearing that?’’ You ask him, putting extra pressure on the word that, he turns his head to look at you. ‘’What do you mean? Do you not like my outfit?’’ He asks you, a little frown on his gorgeous face of his.

‘’I love your outfit. You look hot’’ You reassure him, and he grins at that. ‘’I’m just saying, it's boiling hot. I can't even wear clothes, how can you wear long pants AND a leather jacket? I mean, are you even human?’’ He laughs out loud again, and pulls off his shirt, grabbing the back off and pulling it off. The way only guys can do. God, it looks hot when he does that. You feel the butterflies again.

‘’You really are very dramatic..’’ He winks at you with a smirk on his face, and you inhale sharply. He heard that and only grins wider. His eyes squinting, nose wrinkling a little, teeth showing. He has the most amazing smile. You feel the heat rise on your face, damn it, please don't sweat face.

‘’The rooms I am interviewed in usually have air conditioning. And it’s always turned up too much. I didn't want to freeze, so I kept it on.’’ He explains as he pulls off his pants, his socks already gone.

You turn your head, looking up at the ceiling as you sigh. ‘’I wish we had air conditioning’’ You sigh, looking up at the ceiling dreamingly.

He crawls down on the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him, your breathing stops when you notice his state. He is completely naked too. Your eyes grow wide as you stare at his exposed body. You must look like a deer caught in headlights as you stare at him. He is gorgeous. His chest broad and defined beautifully. Short dark hairs covering his chest, not having had to shave them off for a role in a while. Which made you happy, you happened to love his chest hair. His abs look to be cut in marble, hard as a rock, but his skin is always so soft. His arms are long and muscular. The veins raised slightly. His legs and thighs are long and thick, the muscles outlined perfectly. You can’t even describe his... manhood. You just can't stop staring at it as your mouth starts to water a little.

‘’Sweetheart, you are staring at me..’’ He whines, feeling a bit nervous at the intense look in your eyes as you take him in. Your eyes leave his manhood and lock with his steel blue ones, his cheeks flushed, as are yours. You have only lived together for two months but dated for about 2 years. Still, you can't get over how beautiful he truly is. You are always taken aback whenever you see him naked. His body has changed a lot over the years, mainly because of the various roles he has had, and you’ve enjoyed every single one of the changes. Whether it was when he bulked up for Civil War or slimmed down for Jeff in I, Tonya. You even liked the mustache he had rocked, you thought he looked hella cute with it. You were convinced that no matter how he changed his appearance you would still find him just as gorgeous.

‘’Sorry’’ You mutter, and he smiles at you, his cheeks still pink. You lean into him, your body moving to rest half on top of his chest. The lower half of your body nestled between his legs. Your breasts are on his chest. Your right-hand reaches to stroke his scruffy cheek, a light stubble covering his soft skin. You move your hand so that your palm rests on his cheek.  Your thumb just next to those glowing, icy blue eyes, that has a soft look in them. Your left hand resting on his pec. He moves his head closer to yours so that your faces are mere inches apart. You can feel his warm breath on your lips. His hand resting on your back, gently caressing your flushed skin. His other arm underneath his head.

‘’Hi pretty bird’’ He says, his voice soft. You smile at him as you just lay there looking into each other's eyes.

‘’Hi Bass. I’ve missed you’’ You whisper as his eyes look down at your lips. He makes a humming noise and leans in, finally closing the distance between your faces. Both of your eyes shut. His lips are warm as he presses them ever so softly against yours. His kiss is tender and so gentle.

The butterflies in your stomach are now having a full on rave down there. You kiss him back, a little bit more eagerly than his soft kiss. You can feel him smile at your eagerness. He learns his head back a little, his lips leaving you. You whine, and you shift your body, getting closer to him. You press your lips to his again, annoyed that he dared to remove them in the first place. He kisses you back, and this time his lips aren't as gentle. He hums against your lips, you can feel the vibrations on your lips. It sends a shiver down your body, he stops kissing you and moves his head back so that he can look at you.

‘’Are you cold?’’ He asks confused. Instead of replying you just kiss him hard. Not wanting to stop kissing him again.

He pulls you into his chest, realizing what you want. Your body now resting on top of his completely. You can feel every bit of him underneath you. His hands are on your hips, gripping your skin hard. You moan, when you feel his shaft twitch against your mound. He mimics your moan, as his hand grips your hips harder. Your tongues now playing with each other. You feel your body heating up again and internally curse the warm air again. You pull your lips away from him, and this time he whines and tries to kiss you again, but you just giggle and move your head further back. ''What's wrong?'' He asks, his eyes staring into yours but they keep shifting down to your lips.

'' It's too hot, I will start sweating again.''

''Who cares? Kiss me again'' He tries to lean in again, but you move away from him completely this time. Removing your body from his, he whines again and tries to grab you, but you have already jumped off the bed. He stares at you, eyes dark and his shaft leaning against his stomach.

''Come back to bed y/n, please. You have made me all worked up, and then you just leave me, 'S not fair sweetheart'' He tells you, and you smile at him.

''I can see that, but it's too hot to make out'' He huffs and jumps off the bed.

He walks over to you and grabs hold of you, you giggle and try to escape his grip, but you are powerless. He turns your body so that you are facing him, your bodies touching again.

''What's wrong?'' he cups your face, and you place your hands on his chest. You smile gently at him, and he cocks his head waiting for you to reply. ''I don't want to sweat on you... I would get all stinky and sweaty and gross. not very sexy.'' He scoffs and strokes your cheeks.

''Don't you be embarrassed about sweating. Let's go back to bed and continue what we were doing and not care about the sweat. We can be stinky and sweaty together. I don't care, all I care about is your body on mine. We can take a shower afterward, let's just go back to bed.''

You giggle at his words and kiss his mouth. He kisses you back instantly and holds onto your back. He takes steps forward, making you walk backward, and you feel the bed on the inside of your knees. He pushes you so that you fall on the bed and you gasp in surprise. He is on top of you instantly.  His mouth kisses you everywhere he can reach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed skin and you love it. He moves upwards, and his face stops just in front of yours. His blue eyes are almost black as he stares into yours.

''Lets gets all gross and stinky baby'' He says as he attacks your mouth and you just let him do whatever he wants with you. Until you, two indeed are a gross, stinky and sweaty bundle of limbs.

fin x 

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[wonderlustlucas]

dancing through our house - kim yugyeom

⇢ prompt Feet don’t dance like they did with you.—“ghost of you” by 5 seconds of summer ⇢ pairing yugyeom x female reader ⇢ word count 2.5k ⇢ genre some fluff, but mainly heavy angst ⇢ warnings main character death; descriptions of anxiety & depression ⇢ summary In which some things are impossible to forget. ⇢ a/n this be hella sad i think i cried the whole time writing this. listen to the song for optimum sadness. my friend read this earlier and told me to quote what she said sooo: BUT LIKE EVEN THOUGH IT HITS YOU AT THE CORE AND YOUR LIKE WOW THIS IS SO GOOD YOUR ALSO LIKE FUCK THIS AUTHOR CAUSE WOW IM CRYIN

“You’re too pretty for a shitty place like this,” you commented boldly; however, no trace of humor laced your tone and, casual as ever, you took a long gulp from your red plastic cup as Yugyeom leaned against the marble island, speechless because he was the one that spent hours planning for this moment. He was the one that had an insufferable crush on your pretty face from the moment he tumbled headfirst, literally, into your life. Days had rolled into weeks which rolled into months and he simply could never bottle up all his feelings and serve them as they were, “Today’s the day,” he told himself practically every morning, yet as soon as he marched into the lecture hall with the courage of an ex-One Direction fan slash current K-pop fan and found you so, so effortlessly beautiful amongst your circle of friends, his tail shot between his legs and, alas, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the day.”

And so, when Yugyeom’s first ever university end of year party rolled around, BamBam, Jeongguk, and Mingyu thrust an absurd amount of shots down his esophagus and propelled him like a rocket to where you concocted some sort of drink, he was ready this time. He was going to grab the bull—no, not a bull, you’re too pretty to even be labeled as some sort of animal—by the horns and spill out every last ounce of his emotions until his lungs collapsed, whether you remembered him from the first day of freshman orientation nearly six months ago when he oh-so-gracefully smacked your iced coffee right out of your hands or not. He was here now, prepared to do whatever it took to sweep you off your feet, not vice versa.

“You didn’t give me a chance to get to the good part of this conversation,” Yugyeom grumbled, ruffling his hair with his hands, he saw—he saw your eyes follow the motion and his heart absolutely picked up to a detrimental rate. “Wait,” you smiled—or was that a smirk you were hiding?—and added an ungodly amount of rum to your cup, “I think this is where you’re finally going to tell me how you feel and I’d rather embarrass myself drunk than embarrass myself sober because, I’ll have you know, I nearly shit my pants every time I see you.”

Suddenly Yugyeom’s tongue was pulsing like a heart in his very dry mouth and he most definitely misheard you—right? “Is that a good shit, or a bad shit?”

You laughed, a sound so sickly sweet he fleetingly considered smashing his head through the wall until your answer blessed his ears, “Nah, it’s a good shit. I heard you were head over heels for me, or something like that, back in January and I thought you’d come talk to me but—ah, never mind. Needless to say, we were both dumb for not just speaking up.”

“Does this mean if I ask you on a date you won’t reject me?” Yugyeom let out a shaky laugh, mesmerized with the way your skin glowed under the kitchen’s dimmed lights, he fought the urge not to cup your face and instead opted for stepping closer, breathing in your rosy perfume and nearly losing his shit, when you responded with a bashful smile.

“Yeah,” you sighed, much more breathless than you’d like to be, “you don’t have to worry about that anytime soon. Unless, of course, you’re a total dickhead or a terrible kisser,” you snorted, a noise usually found unpleasant but Yugyeom wanted nothing more than to prove to the world no fresh-out-of-the-pussy puppy was cuter than you; however, his prize-winning grin faltered when you went on, “which by the way, I think we should totally test that out. You know, in case you are a terrible kisser and I have time to back out of this dating proposition.”

Yugyeom didn’t need to be asked twice and yanked you forward so quickly you yelped, but, the gentleman he is, steadied you against his chest and dipped down to kiss you without a single drop of hesitation. His lips found yours effortlessly, heart singing with joy when you gasped against his mouth but melted into his arms nevertheless, his tongue ran along the seam of your lips, and he could just barely taste a hint of Doritos cheese as—

The shrieking of his cellphone like an angry rattlesnake renders Yugyeom’s peaceful dreaming of the beginning of his relationship with you nearly 3 years ago cut short-lived, he lets out an aggravated groan, slapping around the mattress aimlessly for the device before pressing down on the off button to shut the annoying blaring off.

Brain still clouded with sleep, Yugyeom flips onto his stomach and sighs blissfully, stretching his arm out to the pillows on the left side in order to determine whether you’ve already left for work or not.

Upon feeling the icy touch of the sheets Yugyeom rolls over to your side, relishing in mornings like these: he’s home, you’ll be home soon, he can spend the rest of the day—the whole day!—with you. Cheek pressed against your pillows, Yugyeom inhales a hefty breath of your scent, filling his lungs and brain with the jasmine and vanilla perfume from your shampoo. He smiles into the coolness of the downy pillow, contemplating whether he wants to send you good morning meme until, like a shit ton of bricks dumped on his head, the weight of the world falling on his shoulders, the realization hits Yugyeom slowly, cruelly.

He realizes, upon impact, that whether he texted your phone or not—you won’t answer. He could text you a million times a minute, call you even, and you wouldn’t answer because you’re not here. Eyelids fluttering open within milliseconds, Yugyeom jerks away from your side of the bed with a choke, clawing the sheets as he flies from the bed, nearly crumbling to the floor but catching a grip against the windowsill. You’re gone.

Breathless and with your smell multiplying like cells in his senses, Yugyeom reaches for the closest thing—one of his pillows hanging lopsided off the mattress—and pelts it to the wall across from where he stands, heaving, watching with disappointment as it thumps against the brick lightly and, consequently, not unleashing any of his pent-up emotions. Your beautiful heart isn’t even beating.

But he knows if you were here, you’d tell him he would be just fine.

The red and black and white grain muddling Yugyeom’s vision begins to clear as he chokes on air, the briny taste of tears enters his mouth when he licks his chapped lips and when did he start crying?

Six feet underground. Like the past thirty-three days, Yugyeom blinks away the rest of his tears and waits until they’re dribbling down his cheeks to wipe them, he lets out a shaky breath and proceeds with his day, plucking up the pillow and setting it back on the bed like you would’ve asked him to.

When he leaves the bedroom and makes way for the kitchen, he winces at the eerie silence of the apartment aside from the incessant percussion of birds singing outside the living room window and occasional creaking of the attendants an apartment above and decides some Chris Brown could do. Swinging open the refrigerator door, Yugyeom sighs at what’s inside—or, better, there lack of—and decides, he really needs to go grocery shopping; a half-empty gallon of milk, three eggs left in the carton, what’s left of the sliced bread, and four bottles of soju that has turned into medicine to cure his headaches and panic attacks rather than a way to enjoy nights like he used to with you.

Despite the persistent growling from his gut, Yugyeom only reaches for the milk, sets it down on the counter and hums—he hums!—something so insignificant but something he hasn’t done since your accident as he reaches for the dishwasher and pulls the door open. His humming stops when he catches sight of your coffee cup inside, mauve lipstick stain faded even more from the day before and he knows if he wants it to stay he has to stop using it every morning, but a part of him cannot help but reach for it because it’s just another part of you.

His stomach churns and keeps churning and suddenly Yugyeom’s head is heavy and saliva is flooding his mouth and he’s burning hotter than the star that keeps our planet alive and he scrambles to the stainless steel and heaves into the sink, expelling everything from his belly, which, ultimately, is nothing. Yugyeom dry-heaves, once, twice, before inhaling a shuddering breath, drool dripping from his lips and down his chin until he hastily wipes it away. With his appetite stolen like a rug whipped away from beneath his feet, Yugyeom slams the dishwasher door closed, the contents angrily rattling inside, and leaves the milk on the counter for he could not give less of a shit.

A cold shower fixes everything, love, you would say, the cold-shower freak yourself, he nods to himself, a cold shower will do, Yugyeom makes way for the bathroom and strips from his clothes that seem to stick to his sweaty body, twists the shower knob just slightly so the stream is at its coldest possible temperature before whipping aside the curtain and stepping inside. Yugyeom shudders at the contact of water against his skin, goosebumps spreading across his body head to toe and he presses himself against the wall, shivers wracking his body, squeezing his eyes tighttighttightuntil it all goes away, until he’s numb, until your standing beside him again.

His body, at some point, numbs to the frigid water and he finally backs away from the wall to stand underneath the shower head, running his hands through his raven hair, rubbing the crust away from his eyes, washing up quickly and using your body cleanser instead of his own. When Yugyeom’s finished, he dries off quickly and wraps the towel low on his hip, but frowns when he enters your bedroom because you’re not there to tell him how hot he is and how lucky you are, in which he would tackle your cute ass and smother your face in kisses, which, eventually, lead to his towel on the floor and your clothes dropped next to it.

A dinging notification from Yugyeom’s phone still buried beneath his pillows snaps him back to reality and he wanders over, scrolling through his notifications from the newest to the oldest.

DabDab🤮– 1:42 PM Hey bud. Hope ur getting there. Call me

Missed Call from DabDab🤮 – 11:23 AM

Missed Call from 🅱️eon 🅱️eongguk – 10:14 AM

Yugyeom sighs—he knows he should be grateful his friends care, but he simply does not care enough for himself to constantly answer their nagging questions. He contemplates ignoring it, he could shove the device back under the pillows and answer it tomorrow like he usually does, but he’s gone three days without talking to one of them and so, guilt makes up his mind and he’s tapping away until BamBam’s voice disturbs the deadened ambiance Yugyeom’s created in your bedroom.

“Hey! You called,” BamBam’s voice fills the hair, Yugyeom can almost see the smile, and falls back onto the mattress.

“I called.”

“I know you don’t want to talk, which I understand. But I want you to do me a favor,” BamBam goes on, Yugyeom pinches the bridge of his nose, biting back a sharp retort, “I want you to use that damn well-spent studio the two of you have in your apartment and freestyle. Just an hour. I know you were coming up for a choreo to something, I don’t know, but go do that.”

Yugyeom pauses, considering the idea, but shuts it down quickly because he does not want to do anything but lie here, “I can’t. Not today.”

“Yugyeom, you’ve said that to everything. I know you’re not doing anything, and I don’t blame you. But if there’s one thing you still have and love, that’s dancing. And I’m not arguing with you over this. Please, just do this. For me.”

Yugyeom hears the crack in his best friend’s voice, he can feel the pain through the phone, another ache to add to his poor heart, “I can’t go in that room without her, Bam.”

“You’ve had dance before you had ___, Yugyeom. You shared dance with her, you grew with her from it. You can do it without her. Do it for her, she’d be proud. Okay?”

Yugyeom swallows the lump in his throat, the tears threatening to spill from his burning eyes and his bottom lip trembles, “Okay.”

“Okay. Don’t say okay again, I’m not Augustus Waters,” BamBam chuckles, sniffling on his line and Yugyeom knows he’s crying too but manages to crack a smile, “okay. Fuck! I said it again. Alright, go dance your heart out for a little and take care of yourself. Also, don’t be a stranger. Please.”

Yugyeom nods, digging his knuckle into his eye to stop the tears, he croaks out, “Okay. Thanks, man. See you.”

He hangs up a moment later to let the tears spill freely.

An hour later, Yugyeom stands in the doorway of his—your—dance room, glaring questioningly at the mirrored walls around him, his pitiful reflection staring back at him. Do it for you, he tells himself, stepping inside and clicking the door shut behind him.

Yugyeom stretches his tense muscles, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror in fear he’ll back out or conjure up a mental image of your bruised and bloodied body in the hospital, he mustn’t think about it or else it’ll only get worse. He scrolls through his downloaded songs, zoned in on something other than you for the first time in weeks, going back and forth between a few options before caving in to another Chris Brown bop he cannot get away from.

Just like before, Yugyeom tells himself after his first slip-up, swinging his leg too far to the side and so he begins again, carrying himself with utmost grace and sharp, fluid movements but he shakes his head a minute and a half in—not good enough. “One, two, three, four,” he whispers to himself, starting from the top for the seventh time, he glides and twists and pulls and—

And he blanks hardly thirty seconds in, pausing, staring into his reflection, shuddering for oxygen, long hair tousled from the quick movements, limbs screaming at the sudden usage, and he can’t wrap his mind around what follows next.

“I can’t do it,” Yugyeom says to no one in particular, balling his fists at his sides before collapsing onto the smooth laminate, he looks to the corner of the room and if he squints hard enough, he can imagine you standing there, telling him he can do it, but his tears blur his vision so he buries his head between his knees, “I can’t do it without you.”

And Yugyeom cries for the thirty-third day, for his feet don’t dance like they used to with you.

[jrubalcaba]

Elevator Music - A Bucky x Reader x Steve one shot

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

word count: 3426

Rating: mature audiences please

warnings: cussing, suggestive situations

A/N: Ok so this was inspired by this prompt that @suz-123 tagged me in:

I didn’t feel comfortable writing this about Chris and Sebastian, so I changed it to Steve and Bucky. The outfits that the guys are wearing are the above ones from Civil War. Hope y’all enjoy this!

Today had been a terrible day, and all I wanted to do was go home, take off my cursed heels, slide into some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt and polish off the rest of the Ben & Jerry’s pint I had stashed in the freezer for nights like this. My boss, on top of being a douche in general, asked no told me to stay late to get some last minute things done before the weekend, which took him to all around asshat supreme levels of dickheadedness. He did however, say that he owed me one, so I think I’m going to be calling in on Monday. Why? Because I fucking deserve it.

I entered the lobby of my apartment complex and headed to the elevator. I was about to hit the ‘door close’ button when I heard a man call out to hold the door. To my surprise, the Captain America and the Winter Soldier got on the elevator with me. 

“Thanks,” said the Captain, offering me a smile while his friend nodded his thanks as well. I smiled back at them.

“Not a problem,” I replied as I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye. Captain Rogers had on a pair of dark jeans, a gray shirt and a brown leather jacket. He was good looking, there’s no denying that. The Sergeant, who I stared at way longer than I needed to, was sex on legs. He had dark jeans on as well, but he filled them out waaaaaay more than the Captain. He had this red henley on, and a grayish-brown jacket. He looked hella fine.

I was staring at his ass when I looked up and noticed that he was watching me. I felt my face burn as I turned away. Suddenly, the elevator shuddered before coming to an abrupt stop that had me stumbling forward as I lost my footing. Luckily, Captain Rogers caught me before I could fall to the ground.

“Gotcha. You okay?” he asked, setting me right. The lights had gone out in the car, only to be replaced by an emergency light that was too dim to see very well, but I was able to make out his face. He was concerned for my safety, which was sweet.

“Yes, thank you.” I walked over to the control panel, picking up the phone to attempt at getting ahold of someone when I noticed there was no dial tone. “Okay, no dial tone so I guess I’ll just call the building manager and let him know about the elevator.” I opened my purse and began to search for my phone, but I couldn’t find it. “Oh no, I must have left it in my car or at work. Shit.” I looked back at the two men. “I know neither one of you lives here, but could you get ahold of whoever you were visiting and have them call the manager?” The Captain nodded before pulling out his phone and called his friend.

“Hey Sam. Look, Bucky, I and one of your neighbors are stuck in the, hello? Sam?” he looked at his phone before putting it back to his ear. “Sam? You there? Hello?” He shook his head at us. “I don’t think Sam is gonna be able to help. He sounded like he was at a bar or something. It was like he could barely hear me.” Well crap.

“Hold on, let me try. Maybe he’ll be able to hear me,” the Sergeant interjected before we could lose hope. He pulled his phone out and dialed Sam, smiling when he answered. “Yo, bird brain. We need your help. Yeah, Steve, your neighbor, and I are stuck in the elevator in your building. Call the manager for us. Thanks.” He slid his phone back in his pocket and shrugged at his friend. “Maybe you just had a bad connection.” We all exchanged glances before the Sergeant sat down and leaned back against the wall, his friend joining him.

“You might as well sit down too. It’s going to be a while before anyone gets here, and those shoes look uncomfortable to walk in, let alone stand around in,” the Captain noted, pointing at my shoes with his chin. I nodded before joining them on the floor, pulling the heels off and sighing in relief. “So, we can try and pass the time by getting to know each other a bit. What’s your name?” he asked me. I gave them my name and they nodded.

“I already know who you two are, but I’d feel weird referring to you by your first names when you both have titles,” I stated. They both gave me a weird look, so I went on and explained. “You’re Captain Rogers, and you’re Sergeant Barnes,” I began, pointing to each of them in turn. “Growing up, I was always told that if someone has a title, then I am to address them by that title only unless they give me permission to call them by their first name. So, unless you say I can call you Steve and Bucky, I can only refer to you by your titles.” Sergeant Barnes nudged my foot with his.

“Who taught you that?” he asked.

“My dad. It’s a form of respect in my family.” He smiled at me.

“Well, he’s a good man, your dad. You can call me Bucky, though. Being called Sergeant Barnes makes me feel like I’m in trouble.” I nodded in understanding.

“I agree with him. Being called Captain Rogers does make me feel like I did something wrong, so please, call me Steve.” I laughed

“Well, I don’t want you to feel like you’re in trouble, so I guess I can call you that,” I joked. Even though it was cold outside, our little car was getting to be a bit hot. I took my coat off, laying it over my purse. After a while, I noticed the two men take their jackets off as well. We started talking about anything and everything, just to pass the time. But, the more we talked, the hotter the car became, so more clothing was removed. I was starting to regret wearing this dress to work tonight. I was trying to catch the eye of the cute new guy, but when his boyfriend showed up with flowers and they kissed rather passionately, I threw in the towel. Even I know when to admit defeat.

It was apparently starting to get too hot, for Steve and Bucky had already removed their shirts (revealing the yummiest abs I’ve ever seen. Seriously I could trace over every muscle with my tongue if they’d let me). Thanking my lucky stars that I had shaved my legs this morning, I had taken off my boots and knee high socks. It helped, but it wasn’t enough. Movement caught my attention, and as I looked up, Steve and Bucky were taking off their own socks and shoes.

“You two gonna take off your pants too?” I asked, half serious and half scared. Bucky looked over at me.

“If we’re stuck in this elevator for much longer, yeah.” A sly grin grew over his face as he regarded me further. “Why? You hoping to check out the rest of me?” I felt my jaw drop in surprise. I didn’t think he was going to say anything about me staring at his ass earlier. I felt my panties dampen, and I hoped I wasn’t getting myself in too deep.

“No. Well, not unless you want me to,” I teased. Bucky glanced over at Steve, the two clearly having a silent conversation. I figured I wasn’t in terrible company, so I pulled my dress off, which left me in my slip and my underwear. I heard the two of them suck in a breath when they noticed my lack of attire.

“Wow. White satin,” Steve groaned. “I haven’t seen that on a woman since the 1940’s.” I glanced up at him, and noticed that his eyes had darkened. His gaze sent another flood of arousal through me, thoroughly seeping through my panties.

“Yeah, I’m with you Steve,” Bucky joined in. I caught his eye and felt a shiver run through me. His gaze was absolutely sinister, and I noticed a bulge in his jeans that wasn’t there before. “White satin is like kryptonite to me,” he growled, crawling over to me. I squirmed as he ran the tip of his nose up the side of my neck. “Doll, we can smell how wet you are. Don’t try to deny it,” he breathed in my ear. I looked over at Steve, who smiled and nodded in confirmation as he palmed himself through his jeans. Bucky stood then, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “Doll, we need to know if you want this. Otherwise, we’ll forget this happened and we’ll wait with you until we’re rescued. Okay?” I felt hands at my hips, grabbing my undies. I made eye contact with Steve, who was in only his boxer briefs, the same question on his face.

There was no way I was going to say no to Captain America and the Winter Soldier. I held Steve’s gaze as I lifted my hips, giving him room to remove my panties. Once they were off, I got up on my knees and pulled Bucky’s pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles, freeing his impressive length. I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, while Steve laid down on his back, my knees on either side of his head. As I began to bob up and down on his cock, Steve went to work on me, using his tongue to coax even more slick from me. I started to rock against his face, finding the friction I needed to get me closer to orgasm. Suddenly, he sucked my clit into his mouth, causing me to moan around Bucky’s dick.

“Mmmm. Fuck, darlin’. Seeing your lips wrapped around my dick while you ride Stevie’s face is fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes as I hummed in my throat, earning another moan from him. “You keep that up and I’m gonna come, and I’m no where near finished with you,” he threatened. I felt Steve’s hands slide up my sides, bunching my slip as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down roughly against his face.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as he doubled his efforts, my orgasm coming to a peak before it washed over me. I let Bucky slide from my mouth as I came down from my high, while Steve greedily lapped up everything I had to offer. He then slid out from between my legs, kneeling behind me as he ran his hands all over me.

“Buck, she tastes so fuckin’ good,” he swore while licking his lips. “You wanna taste her?” he asked as he began massaging my breasts. I looked up at Bucky, dying to know where he wanted to take this.

“Nah, it’s ok. I’m not really done enjoying her mouth. Go ahead and get yourself wet though,” he offered as he sat back down, beckoning me forward. I followed him, grabbing his cock and bringing it to my lips again, licking it before sliding back down on it. I felt Steve behind me, his strong thighs against mine. His cock, long and hot, brushed against my folds, collecting the remaining slick before nudging his tip inside me.

“Is this ok? If this is too much I-oh!” he cried out as I pushed back against him. “I take that as a ‘yes’ then.” I felt Steve pull all the way out before slamming back into me, thrusting me forward onto Bucky. “Fuck doll, you’re so tight. Has it been a while since the last time a man had you?” he asked breathlessly as he continued to pound into me. I couldn’t talk, for I had a mouth full of Bucky. Suddenly Steve grabbed me around my chest and pulled me upright against him, pulling out of me entirely. “I think Bucky needs to feel how tight you are. Do you want Bucky to fuck you too?” he growled in my ear. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Bucky smoothed his shirt out before laying flat on his back on it, while Steve laid me on his chest. I pushed myself up on my hands to look at him, smiling before leaning down to kiss him. Two hands, one warm and one cool, came up to hold my face as I maneuvered myself around to straddling him. I broke the kiss to sit up, grabbing his straining cock and easing down onto it. I moaned at the feeling of being filled again.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, Bucky.” I began to roll my hips, loving just how deep he could reach. He pulled my slip up and over my head, leaving us all bare to each other.

“Fuck Stevie, you’re right. She’s so fuckin’ tight and wet. Come here baby,” he cooed, pulling me down for a kiss. I kept moving, chasing another orgasm that was fast approaching, thanks to him constantly touching that sensitive spot deep inside me. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Ride that dick. I can tell you’re getting close.” Finally, after a few minutes, my release came and I slowed, trying to ride it out as long as I could. My legs and arms threatened to give out, and luckily both men caught me. I laid my head against Bucky’s chest, listening to his hammering heart while he held my hips in place as he thrusted up into me. Just then, I felt something warm teasing against my back entrance. Steve leaned against my back and whispered in my ear.

“Have you ever had anyone take you back here?” I moved my head to see him better, before mouthing ‘no’. He smirked before slowly easing a finger inside. “If this is too much for you, I’ll stop.” I was so relaxed that it barely stung, which prompted him to add another finger. “Can I try it with this?” he asked, leaning back to rub his tip against me.

“Go for it,” I rasped. He positioned his tip against my hole and slowly pushed in. Once he got past my initial resistance, he was able to push himself all the way in. I groaned, not in pain, but in pleasure, the feeling of being stretched by the both of them at once was almost too much to bear.

“Jesus that’s amazing. And you’re taking all of me so well, baby,” he crooned. “Buck, you hold her hips while I hold her shoulders. I think we might be able to get one more out of her,” Steve instructed as the two of them began to thrust in turns. At first, I was skeptical that I could have a third orgasm, but with the way they were moving, I was quickly proven wrong. The longer they went, the stronger my orgasm was going to be. “Fuck I’m almost there, Bucky how about you?” Steve asked, his pace picking up speed.

“Yeah I’m almost there, and judging by how she’s squeezing the hell outta my dick, she’s almost there too.” Steve let go of my shoulders to pull my hips up just an inch, but that inch was all it took for Bucky to hit that spot a few times and I was coming again. “Steve that was it. She just came again and fuck!” Bucky cried out as he wrapped his arms around and thrusted inside me as hard as he could, coating my walls with his seed. We both slumped over in exhaustion while Steve made sure we were okay.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Steve muttered as he began to ram into me at a grueling speed. After a few minutes of relentless pounding, he too came, squirting his release inside me as well. He collapsed on top of us, smushing me against Bucky’ chest. I was in the middle of the most amazing super soldier sandwich, and I had no intention of moving unless I needed to. We laid there, relishing in the feeling of flesh on flesh for god knows how long before Steve gently peeled himself off me.

“There are some body wipes in my purse if you need them,” I called out to him, noticing that he was looking around for something to clean up with. He grabbed my bag and rifled through it, finding the pack of wipes and pulled them out, using them to clean himself up. Bucky and I remained where we were, his metal hand drawing random patterns on my back. I was in a state of bliss, and if truth be told, I was more fond of Bucky than Steve. They both had their merits, but I’m particularly drawn to bad boys.

Steve was pulling his shirt on when Bucky and I finally decided to get ourselves dressed. Steve handed me the wipes so we could clean up as well. Bucky and I couldn’t keep our eyes off one another, a smile on both our faces as we helped each other get dressed. Steve watched us from the corner, shaking his head in our direction. Once we were decent, we could hear lots of people talking on the other side of the doors.

“Hey! This is the fire department. Everyone okay in there?” we heard someone ask. I looked from Bucky to Steve, all of us nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Are you here to get us out?” I asked in return.

“Yes ma’am we are. I need you all to stand back while we try to get this door open, alright?” the firefighter instructed. The three of us did as we were told, Bucky draping his arm around my shoulders. There was a lot of noise that followed; metal upon metal, a motor starting and whirring, and then the sounds of heavy doors being pulled open. The firefighters got the doors open a bit, and then Bucky and Steve joined them in pushing the door open. Once it was opened, I was sent out first, followed by Bucky and then Steve.

“Thank you gentlemen. You saved the day,” I cheered. The firemen all smiled and waved me off.

“Thank you ma’am, but the pleasure is all ours. It’s not everyday we get to swoop in and save Captain America and his best friend, Sergeant Barnes,” the lead fireman bragged. He and his men all chuckled, Bucky and Steve hanging their heads in shame before joining in with them.

“Thanks fellas. I think we’re gonna escort this young lady home, and then we’re going to turn in for the night as well,” Bucky replied. The three of us began to walk down the hallway towards the stairs. We had gone up a flight when a good looking dark-skinned man came bounding down the hallway, coming to a halt in front of us and gasping for breath.

“Steve, Bucky, I’m sorry it took so long,” he panted, bending over to catch his breath. “I tried getting ahold of the manager, but his phone was busy.” He straightened up and approached them. “You guys ok?” he asked. Steve and Bucky looked at each other before turning to look at me, a grin on both their faces.

“Oh yeah, we’re great,” Steve replied, gesturing at me. “You’ve got a great neighbor here, Sam. Very hospitable.” Sam turned to me in surprise.

“Oh really? You’re….5A, right?” he asked, extending his hand out for me to shake.

“5E, actually. 5A moved out a while back,” I corrected, returning his handshake.

“Gotcha. Well, Cap, Tin Man. You guys wanna come on up to my place and watch the game?” Sam asked them. “You’re welcome to join us 5E,” he added.

“No thanks. I’m gonna head to my place,” I answered. I began to walk down the hall when I turned back to wave at them. Steve and Sam returned the wave, but Bucky looked conflicted, looking back and forth between his friends and me.

“You know what, I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe,” he explained, glancing at me for a moment before looking back at them. “And make sure that there aren’t any bad guys waiting in her living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or her bedroom,” he added on, a sly smile crossing his face. Bucky turned back and ran up to me, sweeping me off my feet and running to my door.

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