#just keep your pretty mouth shut mkay :)

[drgnflyteabox]

I know I have a gazillion WIP's but this idea has been SO persistent... Victorian laundress!reader, working in the big (old, haunted) estate of John Price (whom you has a crush on hehe)

Who takes in a former apprentice, Simon Riley, back from "the war" (not based in any history here lol), who is very badly adjusted and behaves very inappropriately... and maybe the clothes you're washing turn up with blood and dirt now... hmm

Anyway some potential for scaries and mystery here

[hp-hcs]

i see your theo and mattheo are bottoms post so i ask of you BOTTOM 👏🏻 YANDERE 👏🏻 FICS 👏🏻 i'd go feral if you dropped any plsplspls 😭‼️

• smut • hook up boyfriend — yandere! switch! theodore nott x male! switch! toxic! reader

look at this little bottom bitch he’s mine back off

so, my boyfriend proofreads most of my works on here, and i gave him my rough draft for this ask. he then said, and i quote, "jesus christ, [hp-hcs]. you write smut like a nun." and then he took my phone from me. so basically, this is a long winded way of saying that my boyfriend helped me write all the smexy stuff. tell me if I should let him keep helping me or if he's a god awful smut writer who should not be allowed within a hundred feet of my tumblr, mkay?

INCREDIBLY TOXIC READER JFC WHYD I MAKE YOU SUCH A MANIPULATIVE BASTARD IDK

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, amab reader, switch reader, implied unprotected sex w/ multiple sexual partners (you’re not magic irl. wrap it before you tap it.), lot of power dynamic changes—traditional top dom/bottom sub but also some top sub/bottom dom stuff as well, toxic shit in general, lot of manipulation, pretty mild yandere from theo, degradation, praise

i’m of the opinion that theo would be a bottom/dom just so that he could save face for posterity

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“What do you mean I can’t hook up with him?”

“Because you’re already hooking up with me!”

“So? We’re not exclusive, Theodore.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Friends with benefits. That’s it. I’m not beholden to give you my loyalty and undivided attention, dipshit.”

Theo growls and runs a hand through his hair while he paces around his dorm. You lay back on his bed, watching him with a bored expression.

“But he’s my best friend, Y/n!”

“Mhm. He’s also a damn good fuck.”

“I don’t need to know that!”

“Why not? You seem to enjoy fucking your friends, no?” You shrug, stretching out across his bed without a single care. “Maybe you ought to add Matty to your hook up rotation.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah? I’ve got nicknames for all my partners, Teddy-Bear.”

“All?!” Theo splutters. “Well- well, tell me this. Does he even satisfy you? Do you ever think of me when he’s fucking you?”

“He’s the bottom, actually.”

“Wh- huh?”

“He’s the bottom,” you repeat. “Why are you shocked? You’re well aware I’m a switch, Theo. And everyone knows that Mattheo is a Bottom-with-a-capital-B.”

A flame of white-hot jealousy heats up Theo’s skin. He grits his teeth in barely-restrained anger; it’s as if just saying the wrong thing right now would cause him to snap and go hunt down Riddle to put his head on a pike.

“I could be your Bottom-with-a-capital-B. You don’t need Riddle. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got that?”

You snort. “No offense, Teddy, but I couldn’t see you bottoming in a million years. You’re my top hook up. I’ve got bottom hook ups so that you don’t have to do that.”

He stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, maybe it’s high time you teach me how to bottom then. I don’t want you seeing other people. Especially if it’s just because they give you something I’m too chicken to.”

You blink. “Huh. That’s some weirdly endearing possessive dedication, love.”

“I aim to please,” he says dryly, those unnervingly dead eyes of his seeming like they could see inside your soul when he stares at you.

You consider the offer before a wicked grin slowly spreads across your face. “I bet you do, darling.”

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"Sh-shit! Fuck! Y-Y/n, I-"

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? Already?” He whimpers and nods frantically, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and leaving stinging nail-bitten marks across your back.

Your teasing relents a bit at the sight of his blissed-out expression. Theo’s mouth hangs open in ecstasy, his eyes shut tightly and his back arching up from the mattress.

You groan at the sight of him splayed out under you. You grip his cock, reveling in his whimpers, and quickly start jacking him off in time to your thrusts. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Be a good boy for me.”

His entire body stiffens as he cums with a moan that would make even a Muggle porn star blush.

You groan and start to slow down, but before you can fully pull out, he locks his knees around your hips to keep you in place.

"D-don't you fucking dare. More.”

“More?” You tease gently, hesitant to continue despite his request. “What a fucking slut you are, Teddy-Bear. Insatiable.”

He growls at your hesitance, far too impatient for that kind of bullshit.

He grips your shoulders, his knees tightening around your hips again as he uses all of that hot boy quidditch strength to roll you both over.

You let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he flips you onto your back. He whimpers loudly and moans at the shift in position, having to tuck his face into your neck for a moment while he collects himself.

Your hand moves up to comb your fingers through his hair, but he knocks it away before you can.

He sits up, supporting his weight with his hands flat on your chest, and takes a shaky breath at the shift of positions. “Want you t’ cum too.”

Your hands find his hips and grip them firmly, your breath becoming uneven as he starts to grind back and forth.

You help him raise himself up then lower his body again, listening to his sweet moans. As he finds a steady rhythm, you watch as his thighs begin to tremble.

“Merlin- I’ll never complain about you getting tired while riding me ever again. This is a fucking workout.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re not on the quidditch team for nothing.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His face darkens.

Maybe he just doesn’t like me bringing up his teammates while we’re literally fucking, you consider. Maybe he-

“How good of a fuck is Riddle anyways, huh? Could he ever ride you like this?”

Ah.

Fuck.

Mattheo’s on the quidditch team as well.

Theo starts moving with passion, roughly slamming down on you. “I asked you a question.”

“G-god- Theo!” You gasp, caught off guard by the sudden influx of sensations.

“Answer me.”

You whine and scratch your short fingernails over his abs, marveling at the pink and red lines that bloom at the surface a half-second later. “C-could never be as good as you, love. Shit- you’re perfect.”

He shivers at the sensation and grins slyly. “Perfect, huh?”

“Perfect,” you repeat, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss.

He sighs against your lips, returning the kiss. The sweet moment is cut off by you suddenly jerking your hips up into him and cursing loudly.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good, babe-”

He gasps and his fingers claw frantically at your shoulders for any kind of support. “Merlin- I’m gonna-”

You watch as Theo’s second orgasm hits him and he goes practically boneless, slumping over on top of you.

He’s spasming around you like mad, and you can’t help but moan loudly when you cum just seconds later.

You both lay there in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. Theo slowly eases himself off of your dick and rolls over to lay beside you.

“What‘s the final verdict?” You grin cheekily after a moment. “You a pillow prince now or nah?”

“Mmm…nah. I think I can settle for the label of switch though.”

“Aha! Welcome to the dark side!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shush. Now, roll over, I’m on top this time.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going steady with someone now.”

“Mm…mhm,” Theo hums an affirmative around the cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupped around the flame of his lighter as he lit it.

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

“Your ex-fuckbuddy.”

“Which one?”

“Y/n.”

Mattheo’s brow furrows. “Y/n? Y/n and I have never slept together.”

Theo suddenly launches into a coughing fit as he chokes on his lungful of smoke. “What?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d hit that in a heartbeat if he offered. But, I’m also like ninety percent sure that you’d kill me if I did that, and I rather enjoy being not-murdered, believe it or not. He is incredibly hot though.”

Theo just stared, his mouth hanging open.

You never slept with Mattheo?

What?

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• standalone!! •

i will not be writing a part two!!

[milliesfishes]

hi hi hi hi hi !!!! i know you’ve done billy with a clumsy girl, short and tall girl BUT what about billy with a girl who is always sleepy, she’s just always ready for a nap, if she gets cozy, she WILL be falling asleep 😭

-🧸🎀

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly with his sleepy girl౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid @babydollemsy <3 <3 <3 <3

Billy lowered himself to his knees, setting a gentle hand on your back. Your arms were folded on the table, head resting on them. He couldn't see your eyes, but it was easy to guess that they were closed. "Baby? You okay?"

Slowly, you lifted your head, blinking groggily. "Mhm."

He couldn't help his smile. "You fell asleep again."

Sitting up straighter, you stretched, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling softly. "I tried to wait but then it was so warm in here and we've been out for two whole hours..."

"It's okay, sweetheart," he promised, smoothing a hand over your hair. It was a little messy on one side where you'd been lying down. "You ready to go? I'm all finished up."

"Mkay," you mumbled, blinking sleepily. He wouldn't have dared leave you alone if the saloon wasn't nearly empty and if the bartender wasn't a good friend of his. When a friend had beckoned him to a back room to chat, he'd known there was a chance you'd be passed out when he came back. Had it been a crowded night he would have brought you with him.

One thing Billy had very quickly learned about you was that you had the ability to fall asleep just about anywhere. Whenever you spent the night, you would pass out quickly, especially if the two of you had participated in activities beforehand that left you both bare. But it wasn't just in bed that you would fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

In your favorite flower-filled meadow you'd dozed off in his lap more times than he could count. Even when you were on the same horse sometimes, Billy would feel you start to grow heavier, your body slumping against him. He'd smile and tap your waist when that happened. "Stay with me, honey. Almost there."

When he brought you to the bar with his friends, oftentimes he'd sit you in his lap during a poker game. You liked watching him play, looking at his hand with curious eyes. But if the temperature was just right and you got cozy enough, there were times when you'd rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Billy was quick to adjust, keeping a hand on your middle and holding you to him so you wouldn't slide off his thigh.

He thought it was adorable, but you found it embarrassing at times. Especially when it would happen in public, you'd whisper to him, "You should have woken me up."

"Nobody thought anything of it," he'd whisper back, kissing your forehead. "You were sleepy. It's okay."

Since you were so prone to sleep, it was far more concerning when you weren't able to.

Billy woke one morning while it was still dark to you sitting up in bed, your knees pressed to your chest. He frowned, rolling over and reaching over to you. "Baby?"

"I can't sleep," you mumbled. He could see how tired you were, your eyes dull. When he thought about it, he couldn't remember you having taken a nap of any kind today, which was unusual.

For a moment he wasn't sure what to do. You'd never had troubles of this sort before, not while he'd been around. Reaching for you, he tried to find a solution. "C'mere, sweet girl. You're okay."

You crawled into his arms, slumping against him with a little "Hm." Billy couldn't help his smile, pressing his mouth to your hair and breathing you in for a moment.

He let his hand trail under your nightdress, flattening his palm on your spine as he spoke softly to you. "D'you remember that day when we counted clouds? 'n you saw one shaped like a heart?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. Billy pulled you to sit on top of him, and you snuggled close.

"Think about the clouds, baby." He spoke in what he hoped was a soothing way, still rubbing your back. "Those pretty clouds...you looked so pretty that day."

You smiled into his neck. "Pretty clouds."

"Yeah." Billy could feel you relaxing against him, and he stroked your hair, twisting a soft strand between his fingers. "Oh, my girl...you're so sleepy, huh? You're getting so sleepy."

His words had their intended effect, and you sighed, closing your eyes. Your breathing grew soft, and he never ceased his gentle stroking. When your body gave its telltale signs of sleep, he murmured, "There you go."

Kissing your forehead, he began to let himself drift off too, sure you'd stay in your dreams until morning, the place you loved most.

[httpiastri]

lucky charm? – al12

arthur needs your support after the feature race in austria.

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: gender neutral!reader x arthur leclerc (i think i used the female form of a french word, but that should be the only female mention)

warning: hmmmm none!

requested: yes!

author's note: hello hello! i had bigger expectations on myself for this but i haven't been able to write a lot these last few days soooo... anyways! please forgive me if i use the wrong terms when i wrote about the dams garage and drivers room and so on, i don't really know how it all works and where people are allowed to be haha! hope u enjoy<3

f2/f3 masterlist

you feel yourself being unwillingly pulled out of your sweet sleep way too early for your liking. you could just as well just turn over and fall asleep again; the combination of the soft mattress and the fluffy hotel covers could lull anyone into a deep slumber. but just as you’re about to relax again, you hear the shuffle of socks against the carpet, followed by a thud and a quiet swear word.

you open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the morning light seeping in through the messily closed blinds, before they find arthur standing by the edge of the bed.

his eyes fix on you too, a guilty look spreading across his face. “did i wake you?” he asks. “i’m sorry, i dropped my phone…”

he reaches down to pick it up from the floor as you shake your head. “it’s fine,” you hum. “good morning, love.”

“good morning, ma chéri.” he flashes you a smile as he scoots over to you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you shut your eyes again. “why are you up so early?” you ask. “didn’t we say breakfast at seven?”

“it is seven,” arthur chuckles, but just as you’re about to sit up and scold him for not waking you up in time, he speaks again. “don’t get up, i’ve already had breakfast. you can continue sleeping.”

you frown with your eyes still closed. “what’s that supposed to mean? why-”

“i’ve been called in for an extra team meeting. they want me to meet them there in 30 minutes.”

your eyes open again, looking at your lover now sitting right by you on the bed. he’s got a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he feels another sting of guilt pass through his body.

he still looks as handsome as ever, though, and you can’t help but to let your hand cup his cheek. “when did you get up? you must be so tired.”

he shakes his head, a slight smile adorning his features; half due to the concern in your voice, half due to the love he can feel even in your touch. “we went to bed so early, i’ll be fine. you can still get another hour or so in, though.”

you pout. “i can’t sleep without you.”

arthur’s pretty laugh meets your ears. “you had no problem falling asleep while i was brushing my teeth last night, amour.” he takes your hand from his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “but if you really don’t want to sleep any more, you could get some breakfast and then watch me get ready in the garage.”

you consider the options for a moment. “maybe i will,” you say, squeezing his hand once.

he takes your hand up to his mouth, placing a few sweet kisses to your knuckles. "my lucky charm." even more kisses. "i do unfortunately really need to go now. but i'll see you on the track?"

you nod, looking up into his eyes. "good luck, darling."

your boyfriend leans down towards you to meet your lips with his. both of you are still sleepy and it's evident in the kiss because it's lazy and slow. yet, it's filled with so so much love. when you feel him starting to pull away, you place a hand by the back of his neck to keep him close. he laughs against your skin before he manages to leave your lips – his neck muscles are apparently stronger than your hands.

"i'll see you soon again, okay?"

"mkay."

and after one last kiss, he's gone through the door, leaving you all alone in the big bed.

arthur was, as usual, quite busy right before the race.

that meant that he didn't have a lot of time to spend with you, but by now you'd learned to enjoy spending time in the dams garage, despite how different it felt to the prema garages you visited last year. you followed arthur on the tv as much as you could during the race, while also having time to chat a little with the crew every now and then.

you found it funny how it seemed like arthur and his friend ollie bearman found each other even on the track, the two of them following their former teammate through the laps and even into the pit stops.

arthur came out on the track just before ollie, which made many of the dams workers cheer. but just a short while after they left the pits, it happened. one of the few things that was not allowed to happen.

in one of the turns, not even one minute later, one of his tires flew off the car.

arthur couldn't have done anything to stop it or make the situation better. it was in no way his fault, and yet, it had all of the worst consequences for him.

thankfully, there was no crash and the tire didn't hit another driver, so it wasn't really a dangerous incident. but when arthur gets up out of the car and you can tell he's uninjured, you still let out a thankful breath you didn't know you were holding. you know this is awful, as it is any time he's forced to retire out of a race, but at least he isn't physically hurt, which was the most important to you.

a couple of minutes later, arthur arrives back in the garage, where he receives a bunch of pats on the backs and compassionate looks from team members. you are still sat on a chair a bit further into the garage, wanting to give him some space instead of approaching him, but you watch his every move carefully. his dark eyes stay aimed on the floor and he doesn't give out much more than small nods to the people trying to talk to him. he's holding his helmet in one hand, his balaclava still on and helping cover what you assumed was a regretful look.

you were so sure he wouldn't notice you, but his eyes land on you just as his hand reaches for the door to his driver's room. you kind of expect him to give you some kind of reaction. a smile, a nod, anything. but just like to everyone else, he looks away.

as he's gone through the door, you feel some kind of disappointment in the pit of your stomach. you know it's not personal, but it still pains a little to think about him treating you just like everyone else.

you wait until the race is over and the staff is busy celebrating the other dams driver's podium before making your way towards the door. after knocking on it a few times, you can hear his voice from the inside, muttering something about leaving him alone.

"arthur, can i come in?" you ask, ignoring his request.

when he hears that it's your voice seeping through the cracks of the door, he's instantly on his feet, making his way to you.

when he opens the door, you're met by an exhausted face. the balaclava is off now, lines on his face still showing where the seams had been pressing for the long race. he steps aside to let you into the room and then closes the door behind you. he sits down on the couch and you take a seat right next to him, eyes never leaving his sad ones. he's looking everywhere but at you, though, feeling way too sensitive to take in the way that you were looking at him. with so much comfort, support, love.

"i'm really sorry," you say, voice low. "that sucked."

he nods, eyes moving to look down at his feet as he leans his elbows onto his knees. "shit happens."

you stop for a moment but then you decide to be brave, putting a hand on his shoulder. when he doesn't shrug it off, you begin stroking over his white fireproof shirt with your thumb, hoping to comfort him even the slightest.

"i just... felt like the pace was good, you know?" you nod, even though he isn't looking. "i was ahead of ollie, and he ended up in p5..." your hand moves to the back of his neck, softly rubbing up and down his skin. "i don't know, i just feel like i could've scored some points too."

"yeah, definitely," you hum at him. "you did really well, love."

one of his hands comes up to wipe over his face, before he finally turns to look at you. "thank you." a slight smile takes over your lips. "and thank you for being here."

"of course. anything for you, mon amour."

arthur leans towards you, molding his lips against yours. the kiss is a lot different than how he kissed you earlier this morning; it's soothing, tender, gentle. yet, it's filled with just as much love.

"sorry i wasn't your lucky charm like you said i am," you tell him once you pull away, faces still close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

his mouth curls into a smile before he kisses you again. "don't worry," he moves to give you a couple of pecks along your jawline. "i'll buy a new charm since having you around doesn't work."

you gasp, slapping his chest as a big, teasing grin lightens up his face. "hey!"

and when his wholehearted laughter fills the room, you smile, despite his insult just moments earlier. you smile because you know it's all going to be fine; you smile because after his next race, he will be smiling too.

[midnight-talescape]

𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸 (𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 13: Size difference + Heartbeat

They’re very much implied okay, there are very few people who is larger then Miguel mkay?

But like yeah this man totally gaslighted you, also like soft Miguel. Wanted to try something different, no im not just bad.

Warning: Size difference, gaslighting, ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2315

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Your boss is hot.

Like really really hot and like a super nice person.

The last time you said this out loud, a few of the other spiders looked at you like you were crazy, while Jessica just laughed and said,

“I can't deny the fact that he’s hot, but a nice person?”

You open your mouth ready to defend your boss’s honor when your spider sense tingles.

“What are you guys doing here?” came a cold voice behind you,

Almost immediately everyone dispersed, within seconds until it was just you and Jessica that's still standing in front of Miguel.

“Boss!” You yelled excitedly before dive-bombing into his chest,

Miguel automatically caught you in his arm, your body nearly disappearing into his body as he wrapped his arm around you, saying gruffly,

“Stop doing that, little spider.”

You closed your eyes, smushing your face onto his pecs.

“But your hug is so nice, boss… I can stop if you don't like it…” you sound a little disappointed and begin to let go of Miguel,

With a sigh, Miguel pushed you back into his arm and tightened his hold on you,

“Fine, you can keep hugging me… just… just don't make this into a regular thing…”

Jessica raised her eyes as she saw the scene unfold in front of her, she could have sworn she just saw something like possessiveness in Miguel’s eyes.

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You like your boss.

Not in a lovey-dove way, god no…

At least you don't think it's in a lovey-dovey way.

He’s just so pretty and… and… he’s just so pretty and hot! Like look at him!

You used to be able to ignore it because of how scared of him you were.

Then like you saw him one time. One fucking time! Looking at the video of him and his daughter, looking super sad, kinda like a giant sick puppy left in the rain horrible example Your brain was immediately overtaken with the thought,

I can fix him!

Ezekiel said your instinct to want to cure people of their sadness, or quote on quote fix people, stems from the fact that you wish someone fixed your younger self or something like that.

You stopped listening after the first 2 lines, already on your way to hug Miguel.

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Miguel's attempt to stop you from hugging him was futile.

You were quite stubborn and you have concluded that the man is touch-starved. So it's only natural that you made it your mission to make your boss feel loved.

Your conclusion is correct as Miguel seems to get softer with you as time goes on.

This shocks Peter to no end, and after hearing your conclusion of Miguel being touched starved, immediately attempts to hug Miguel.

He had to go to the nurse after Miguel threw him through a wall in surprise.

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You were talking to one of the spider people when you received a notification from your watch that Miguel wanted you in his office.

You hastily said goodbye before swinging your way to Miguel’s office.

A few minutes later you arrived in front of his office and knocked on the door.

There was no answer and after a few minutes of waiting you got a little worried, you could have sworn you heard someone groaning in there.

In a split second, you burst through the door and nearly had a heart attack when you saw Miguel curled up on the floor.

“Boss! Are you okay?!”

“C-close the door…fuck!” Miguel groaned out, his face flushing pink,

You quickly slammed the door shut and kneeled next to Miguel.

“Shit! Boss, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?” You rambled on nervously as you held Miguel up in your arms,

Miguel groaned into your arm as he tried to get up,

”I’m fine, little spider,” Miguel managed between labored breaths, “I accidentally injected myself with some aphrodisiac, the vial wasn't labeled…”

Your eyes widen in alarm as he said that, finally noticing the shattered vial near Miguel,

“Will you be okay, boss? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary? What's an aphrodisiac?!”

Miguel coughed before looking up at you, a faint blush barely visible on his tan face as he stopped you from dragging him out the door,

“N-no, wait! It's- it's best if I don't go to the infirmary for this…”

You stopped and blinked slowly as you looked at him questioningly.

“Aphrodisiac is a chemical substance that… increases sexual desire and arousal. I would rather not go to the infirmary for this…” Miguel explained as his face burned in embarrassment,

“O-oh…” you said quietly as you froze and finally noticed the bulge in Miguel’s suit,

Noticing your rigid body, Miguel's voice was hoarse as he said,

“I know this is going to sound bad, but… do you think you can help me with my… problem?”

“W-what?” You spluttered out confused,

“I know it's an abrupt request and highly unprofessional, but you will help me right, little spider?” Miguel looked up at you, his face covered in a thin sheen of sweat,

Any question you have regarding why was there aphrodisiacs in his office, and hesitation was immediately thrown out the window when Miguel looked at you.

Your boss is asking you to help him! Your beautiful, sexy, walking dilf of a man, dominating boss who never asks for help is asking you for help!

Who can say no to a beautiful sexy hunk like him?! WHO CAN?!

You sure as hell can’t.

Almost immediately you nodded your head,

“Y-yes…of course! Anything to help you, boss….” you said your mind completely dazed from the fact that your sexy boss was asking you for help,

“I knew I could trust you, little spider…” Miguel said as he wrapped his arm around you tightly, a dark look in his eyes that screamed danger, "You're going to help me with all my problems, aren't you?"

You nodded your head, not fully understanding what you had just agreed to…

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Your eyes sting with tears as you try not to gag on Miguel’s cock. Desperately relaxing your throat as Miguel grabbed your hair and deepthroated you.

You could feel your throat stretching around Miguel's cock, saliva that you can't swallow dripped down your chin and onto the floor as Miguel roughly fuck your throat.

Miguel kept pushing you down onto his cock, forcing you to take more of his length. Your lips were taut as you worked around his thick girth, the sensation of his cock forcing its way deeper into your mouth causing tears to fall from your eyes. Your mind was dazed and blurry from the taste and smell of Miguel that seemed to surround you.

"F-fuck! Little spider, you were made for this…" Miguel groaned as he felt your tongue wrapped around his cock, your face red with effort,

You out a loud gasp as Miguel forced his entire cock into your throat, groaning as your gasp send tiny vibration up his cock.

Grunting, Miguel wiped away your tears before wrapping his hand around your throat.

You let out a cry as he gripped tightly around his cock through your throat, your throat raw from the rough way he was thrusting into you.

"You're doing so well, little spider…" Miguel groaned as he looked down at your teary face,

You look so fucking beautiful with your face red, tears running down your face, and your mouth stuffed full of his cock.

With a grunt, he reached his climax and shot his cum into your throat.

You instinctively tried to back away when you felt Miguel cumming inside your mouth, but Miguel forced your head to stay still, grunting as he said,

“Stay still for me, little spider. Be a good girl for me, will you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes as you forced yourself to stay still, you can feel the thick stream of cum filling you up.

After a few minutes, Miguel removed his cock from your throat, leaving you coughing and spluttering.

Tilting your head up, Miguel wiped away the cum that you couldn't swallow before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You did great, Cariño…”

You looked up at him your mind still a little dazed with a single question on your mind,

“A-Are you feeling better, boss?”

Hearing your question, Miguel groaned as he felt himself harden again.

Fuck, she will be the death of me one day

Miguel lowered his eyes and lifted you onto his lap, before saying calmly,

“I'm afraid that wasn't enough, little spider… Do you trust me?”

Shivering you nodded your head.

Your boss will never lie to you, right?

“This will be a little painful, so hold on okay, little spider?” Miguel said before pushing you down onto his cock,

Your cries of agony echoed through the room as Miguel thrust into you, your body being stretched open on his cock.

Your cunt stretching painfully taunt around his cock, to the point where it looks opaque and ready to tear at any moment.

With each thrust, you could feel your insides stretching around his cock, stretching farther than they ever had before. Miguel's hands were tight around your hips as he kept your shaking body still, as he ignored your cry of agony and fucked into your tiny body.

It was more than painful, it felt like he was ripping your body apart with his cock. Your body ached, and your eyes were glassy from crying. Your cunt tightened around Miguel's cock as he continued his brutal assault on your body.

You let out a scream as you came onto his cock, Miguel grunt as he felt your wall tighten to a point its hard for him to move.

“F-fuck… relax a little, Cariño… you’re too fucking tight… shit I forgot how tiny you are compared to me…” Miguel panted into your ears as he plunge his cock farther and farther into you,

“S-stop, boss…haaaa… it hurts… I’m full!” You cried out desperately,

Miguel tightened his grip on your waist, his claw digging into your skin as he growled,

“Call me by my name, little spider…”

You clawed at his back leaving behind claw mark as you cried out again,

“M-miguel! P-please! I'm so full, t-too big!”

Satisfied Miguel slowed down a little allowing you to adjust as he kissed your neck and shoulder, leaving behind bruise and bite mark.

“And yet, you’re doing such a great job taking in my cock, my sweet spider…”

Your mouth opens moaning loudly as the pain subsides into pleasure.

“M-Miguel…t-too fast… i-im gonna cum…g-gonna cum again…” you babbled out your body covered in your slick and sweat,

Miguel's lip curled into a snarl as he began thrusting into you faster,

“Cum for me, little spider… Give yourself to me…” he dug his fang into your neck,

Your back arched and your mouth opened into a silent scream as you came into an agonizing high, your body shaking violently.

Pushing you onto his chest, Miguel slid his hand down your body to your ass, kneading it gently as your body shudder from your orgasm.

“H-hurt… it hurt… Miguel… no more…”

Miguel kissed your head as he ignored your pleas ramming into your body roughly as he tried to comfort you,

“Shhh, it's okay you can take so much more, little spider… just focus on me…fuck you’re tight…”

Panting you leaned your head against Miguel's chest, desperately trying to focus on his erratic heartbeat as he fuck you.

With a growl and a final brutal thrust, Miguel came inside you, filling your body with his cum.

Your leg shakes as he cum inside you, painting your wall white and you groan as you felt your stomach bloated out.

“Gonna stuff you with my cum, little spider… I will make you mine…” Miguel panted into your ears not even bothering to stop as his cock harden once more,

Picking you up and earning a gasp from you, he slammed you into the window. Miguel grabbed both of your legs and hooked them onto his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press before slamming into you deeper than before.

“Haaaaa… M-miguel stop… p-people will see…” you cried out trying to push him away from you,

“Then let them see, let them see who you belong to…” Miguel pushes down on the bulge in your stomach causing you to lose all your thought process, as you orgasm for the 6th time this night,

Miguel tilts your head up pulling you into a kiss and forcing you to kiss back.

“Say you love me, my little spider… say you love me…”

You couldn't hear what he was saying as your mind was just so fucked. Unhappy with your silence, Miguel dug his claw into your ass and grind his dick against your g-spot.

Your eyes flew open and you let out a loud cry,

“I-i love you… Miguel, I love you… please stop!”

“Good girl…” Miguel practically purred out as his pace got more and more brutal,

He's not letting you go, not until your soul, body, and heart all belong to him…

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Miguel snarled as he saw you talking to one of the spider person.

You belong to him and no one else, how dare your attention be on anyone but him?

You don't love him, he can tell.

You don't love anyone.

The report Ezekiel gave him clearly stated your inability to feel love for anyone or anything, only the ability to fake it.

It doesn't matter, he will be the closest thing to love you will ever feel.

He will make sure of it…

He grabbed a vial of aphrodisiac he got and injected it into him, before picking up his watch and messaging you,

Come to my office immediately…

[eddiesbug]

insomniac (j.potter, s.black, r.lupin)

summary: jamie can’t sleep and needs a little help.

fandom: the marauders

pairing(s): poly!marauders x fem!reader

word count: 1009

warnings: crying, subby jamie, lotsa fluff, james is delirious from sleep deprivation, the boys being adorable

note: this isn’t super long but i had the idea and had to write something cus it’s been stuck in my head!! pls like n reblog if you enjoy n i’d love to hear what u thought!!

You hear James’ sobs before you even step foot over the threshold of the door. Sirius and Remus are huddled around him on the bed as he cries in Sirius’ lap; the grey eyed boy’s cast to you nervously as you advance and you frown softly. You don’t know what could have caused him to get himself into such a state, but you have a pretty good idea based off of all the tired looks he’s been giving you throughout the day. When James spots you, more tears bubble over and he reaches for you.

“Oh, baby,” you coo; Remus stands, nudging you next to James, desperate to soothe the burly boy. As soon as you’re close enough, he practically falls into your arms, face burying into your chest as he clambers into your lap with as much grace as an uncoordinated puppy; you begin to tease the curls on his head, your fingers pulling ever so slightly at is roots, just how he likes it.

What happened? you mouth, wrapping your arms around his trembling body. It’s so rare to see James, your big, beefy, carefree Jamie, reduced to crying.

“Jamie?” you ask gently, rocking him from side to side, “What’s going on, hm?”

“So tired,” he chokes out, “‘M so tired. But I can’t sleep.”

“I thought the insomnia had gotten better, love.”

“I-it had. But ‘s so bad again.”

You coo sympathetically at the burly boy curled up in your lap, kissing his head and wiping his tears away. The crying begins to slow and you smile, tilting his face up so you can see him.

“Hi, baby,” you whisper. He whimpers, pressing his face to the crook of your neck; you look to the two other boys in the room, their faces marked with worry. “It’s okay.”

“He kept crying for you,” Remus says, clearly concerned. You nod, kissing the lycanthrope’s cheek.

“You know how he gets, Remmy. He’s just sleep deprived and needs some help.”

“I know,” Remus sighs, sitting next to you as you shuffle up on the bed with James hanging onto you for dear life. He whines, pressing himself further into your body, as though he’s trying to crawl and burrow his way inside of your skin. He’s practically delirious, muttering and mumbling incoherently as he rubs himself against you.

“Oh, poor baby,” you giggle; it’s a little amusing to see your huge, muscular boyfriend reduced to hysterics over sleep deprivation. You feel for him, you really do, “Why didn’t you go to Madame Pomfrey? She would’ve given you a sleeping draught.”

“Don’t like how they make me feel,” he groans petulantly; Sirius snorts, stroking James’ cheek, “‘nd I’ve got quidditch tomorrow.”

“Sweetheart, how much use do you think you’ll be on a broom if you’re hysterical and tired, hm?” you chide. He frowns, sniffling. “Come on, sleep time.”

“So tired,” he murmurs, “Need you, can’t sleep when you’re gone.”

“I’m right here. You can come and get me any time you’re tired and can’t sleep, okay? Everyone’s here, Jamie.”

“Mkay, love you. Moony, Paddy, love you.” he says, nuzzling into you as you lower the pair of you into the bed.

“Love you too, baby,” you all answer; you begin to massage his scalp and it elicits a strained moan from him; his arms slip under your shirt, desperate to feel your bare skin on his.

“He’s so gone,” laughs Sirius, his slender hands pushing James’ t-shirt up to rub circles into his muscled back. Remus nods, simultaneously peppering kisses down James’ neck.

“Keep doing that please,” he begs, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to slacken against you.

“Oh, so gone,” Remus croons sympathetically.

You shuffle so that he’s half on top of you, his cheek pressed into the soft swells of your breasts that spill over the low cut v neck of your top.

“Good boy,” you coo affectionately as his arms hold you flush to him, not letting you move even an inch as you keep carding your fingers through his dark mess of curls, mussing them up further.

“So tired,” he mumbles again, whining softly as if you’re about to leave him.

“Shh,” you soothe, brushing your lips over his forehead; he grumbles, eyes finally falling closed as he begins to fall asleep.

You smile when you feel his breathing even out, the telltale sign that he’s fallen into a slumber. Kissing his forehead, you get comfortable, making sure to not move or wake him, and rest against the soft pillow. Remus and Sirius opt for climbing into the bed with the two of you instead of sharing with two per bed on your usual rotation; you all just need to be together right now. Besides, Sirius will whine like a child if he doesn’t get his night to cuddle you. The dark haired boy nuzzles his way into your side, kissing your neck and closing his eyes and Remus situates himself spooning James, an arm draped over you and fingers linked with Sirius’. Soon enough, your eyes begin to droop and you tuck your face into the crook of Sirius’ neck, sighing before drifting off, completely surrounded by your favourite people.

James and Sirius are the first two to wake in the morning, the energy rolling off of them in waves as they prepare for the quidditch match; the buzz is palpable and electric and they practically bounce with excitement. The gaping space they’ve left in the bed has you curling into Remus, grumbling about how it’s too fucking early. He only laughs in return, kissing the very top of your head and coaxing you back to sleep with gentle hands and soft words.

“We’ll be down as soon as I can get this one out of bed,” the lycanthrope chuckles at your soundly sleeping form. Both James and Sirius stop to kiss your forehead and Remus’ lips before heading out the door.

“C’mon, sweet thing,” he coos, shaking you lightly; you grumble, swatting at his hands and burrowing deeper into his side.

“Five more minutes…”

[ravenxd]

Another Way to Show Love

3 A.M Thoughts - Poly! Cc! Dream Team x F!Reader

Imagine Dream and Sapnap fucking their sub, and George just wakes up to you moaning as they both make you cum. Maybe George helps clean you up... by using his mouth. You then reward him by sucking him off, while Dream and Sapnap watch and record the whole thing... then it ends with super sweet fluff<3.

- Just some more thoughts♡♡♡♡.

Dom! Dreamnap/ Dom! Dream and Dom! Sapnap x Sub! GeorgeNotFound x Sub! Reader.

Contents: Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum eating, Blowjob, Polyamorous Relationships, Afab! Reader, Dream and Sapnap taking photos and recording. Guilty Sapnap because he thinks he hurts s/o, fluff<3, aftercare-ish themes<3...

You cover your mouth, hoping that you can contain in the many sounds that come whenever they both rock their hips. But it's so damn impossible. You just have to thank the fact that George really is a heavy sleeper.

Sapnap was below you, having pulled you onto his lap with your ass facing him. Dream was infront of you, keeping his pace as he fucked into your hole, the same one Sapnap was heavenly buried into. You shut your eyes, clinge onto Dream and let many small moans fall.

"Dream.. Sap~.." You couldn't take it any longer, having one of them in you was good as it was, but when you have two of your boyfriends, while the other was asleep, the pleasure just intensifies. They were both buried so deep inside, both of their cocks being milked by your pussy. Dream smirked seeing the state you were in.

"Can't take it? Or is it just too good?" He groans, Sapnap then jumps in.

"You like when both Dream and I fuck you?" Sapnap asks in addition to Dream's question. You nod your head, taking one of Dream and Sapnap's hand.

"I do~! So much! Love it.." You moan.

Dream pinned your hand onto the bed, while Sapnap did the same, it slightly hurt but you were so blissed out by the pleasure that you didn't find it anywhere in yourself to even care.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum~! Please! Harder..!" You beg, your voice growing raspy.

"Yeah? Being stuffed with Sapnap and I got you cumming faster? You like being stuffed with two cocks?" Dream groans as he feels your walls tighten around him and Sapnap even more. He knew you loved the way he spoke. You felt his hand take a stronger hold onto yours, as did Sapnap. The coil in your stomach that formed was near close to snapping.

Sapnap's hips slammed into you harder, his free hand played with your chest, Dream does the same and they both begin to play with your perked up nipples.

"Mhm~! So fucking good..! D-Dream- Sapnap- I'm gonna cum-!" You let out high pitched moan and you just let it happen. They both thrust once more into you, both their cocks spurting their seed into your womb. Your own orgasm spilling over their lower halves. You were still moaning uncontrollably, you felt a shift and saw that Dream had lowered his body down.

Sapnap began to pet Dream's hair, while Dream slowly left kisses across your neck and jawline.

"G-Guys...? What are you doing..?" George asked, your eyes widen and you turn to look over at George.

"Awe.. our other Angel has finally woken up.." Sapnap teases. Dream quickly looks over, he slowly raises himself up.

"Baby.. be a good boy and pass me my phone.." Dream asks, George's blush deepened at the name as he reaches over to the drawer and picks Dream's phone up. He hands it over and Dream takes it. Then you realized that he was taking a picture.. you squeezed around him and Sapnap.

"Fuck Y/n..." Dream moaned softly, you see the flash go off.

"Happy memories.." Dream teases as he tossed his phone to the side. You moaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving Sapnap last to pull you off him. You quickly close your legs, feeling their cum drip down. Sapnap swiftly moves from underneath you.

"Dream, pass me your phone. George, come here.." Sapnap says, Dream raised an eyebrow but listened to his lover anyway. Dream once again grabbed his phone and gave it to Sapnap.

George nervously obeyed Sapnap, you layed below all three of your boyfriends.

Sapnap pats a space right in front of you. George slowly crawls to you.

"Y/n.. open up.." Dream finally catches on, you slowly open your legs. Sapnap smirks and opens up the camera on Dream's phone.

"Pretty little cunt.." He says and you grew red within seconds, after coming to realize that he was taking another picture.

"Clean her up." Dream tells George. George slowly bends over, his face coming unbelievably close to your drenched hole. He moaned at the sight and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking up every drop that spilled out when your boys had both pulled out. You moan and take a grip to his brown hair, he began to suck on your clit. Causing you to rock your hips up, you just found it in you to completely ignore the fact that after a few flashes, the camera on Dream's phone wasn't going off anymore.. because it was just constantly on.

You further open your legs, allowing for George to hold onto your thighs, tongue diving into your cum filled pussy. By the time he was nearly done cleaning you up, you were nearly babbling incoherent sentences.

He pulled away, you stay laying down. Slowly raising your body up to sit.

You turn over to your other boyfriends, once again ignoring the flash.

"Daddy.. Can I suck his cock..?" You say motioning to the incredibly noticeable bulge at George's sweatpants.

Dream and Sapnap look at each other, they both nodded their heads.

"Go ahead babygirl.." Dream answers. You smile which George reciprocated. He took your place so he could lay down onto the pillows. You eagerly help George take his shirt off and pulled down his grey sweatpants along with his boxers, both of which you helped him get completely rid of. You hear both Sapnap and Dream get closer, you turn to face them.

"Go on.." Dream says, you nod your head, taking George's length into your hands, his tip was completely smeared with precum. Standing so tall, you only crave more. You slowly lower your head down, completely bending over.

Your lips made contact with the head of his cock, slowly taking him into your warm mouth. George moans at the relief of finally getting touched, you grow giddy inside. Fully taking in his throbbing member, until you felt you couldn't, so you resort to jerking the rest of what you couldn't put into your mouth.

"Ohh.. Y/n~.." He moves his hips around, you don't make an attempt to stop him, just taking in whatever he gives you.

You suck on his dick, using your tongue to try and add more to his pleasure, and it seemed to work because his breathing was staggering. You can't blame him, after hearing you getting completely fucked by Dream and Sapnap, and him having to clean up their mess, he was incredibly sensitive to touch.

You feel Dream's hand pushing your hair away, you slowly open your eyes to see that Sapnap had also gotten closer with Dream's phone, the camera still rolling. You choose to ignore it, now proudly working on your sensitive boy's cock. With a few more sucks and jerks, his breathing pace had increased as he was silently groaning.

"Gonna cum?" Dream asked George, "You like the way our pretty girl can also use her mouth to make you cum?" George nodded his head, his lips parting.

"So much.." He groans, completely coming undone as his cum shoots into your mouth, Dream quickly turns his attention over to you.

"Keep it in." You obey his request. Dream motioned Sapnap over. Sapnap smirks and does so.

"Open up babe~.." Sapnap says, you proudly do so. Showing off your work, George's cum was all over your tongue. Nearly dribbling down, until Sapnap was quick enough to use a finger to push it back into your mouth.

"Swallow." Dream says, you do as he says. Once again opening your mouth up, to prove you had. Sapnap then uses a hand to pet your hair.

"Good girl.." He says, which causes you to warm up and smile. Dream then sat by you, Sapnap reverted hiz attention over to George.

He pulled you into an embrace, "How's my favorite girl doing..? You feeling good?"

"I feel like I'm high.. a little tired.." You say, a blissed out smile wiped onto your face as you lean onto his shoulder. He smiles and chuckled.

Sapnap sets Dream's phone down.

"How about Sapnap and I get you and George properly cleaned up and dressed? Eat something, watch a movie, and get some sleep?" He asks, you quickly nod your head.

"Alright." He gets up and plants a small kiss to your lips.

"Let me wash off real quick and I'll get to you." He smiles, he walks out with Sapnap.

You turn over to George, who was sitting up.

You crawl over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you so much.." You mumble, he pulls you in.

"I love you too.." You both stay in the position a little long, until you finally hear your two other boyfriends come into the room.

"Come on you two, we have to get you cleaned up." Dream says, helping George up, while Sapnap got to you.

"Are you good babe? We didn't hurt you, did we?" Sapnap asked, as he helps you get up.

"I'm okay.." You say, holding onto Sapnap. Finding that you can't exactly walk right. "And no, you didn't hurt me."

Sapnap stays quiet, you think nothing of it and get into the warm bath with George. They both help you get cleaned, washing out your hair, and using body wash to clean you up good. At the end of it, you're sitting with George by the end of your shared bed, using a towel to dry your hair.

Dream walks into the room with a tray filled with various foods. He placed it by the drawer.

You and George grew excited, until you looked over at Dream.

"Dream where's Sapnap?" You ask, he turns around and his face falters.

"I think he's still in the kitchen.. I'll be back okay? Choose something to watch." He says, turning on the TV and tossing the controller over to the both of you. You reach and give it to George.

"Pick something, mkay? Gonna go get something from the kitchen. Want something?" You ask George. George shakes his head.

"I'm good." You smile and nod, reaching over to kiss his lips. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, slowly making your way down the stairs.

"Sapnap, if she was hurt she would have told us.. You know she doesn't like lying to us." Dream says as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug, all of a sudden you remember his previous question.

'We didn't hurt you, did we?'

"But she could barely walk.." Sapnaps muffled voice was still audible.

"Sapnap.. she's okay, she would let us know if we were going too hard on her.." Dream says as he makes Sapnap look up at him. "She's fine, okay?"

Sapnap looks off to the ground, "What if she isn't.."

You slowly descend down the stairs.

"Sapnap...? I'm okay..!" You say as you made your way over to both of your boyfriends. Sapnap looked over at you, guilt clouded his eyes.

"Y/n? You should be in bed with George." He says as Dream pulled away to turn around and look at you.

"I know, but I came to get something.. You didn't hurt me Sapnap.." You try reassuring him, he doesn't say anything. But he does hold onto you.

"You'll tell me if we ever do, right?" He asked, you smile and nod your head. " Please, lets go with George already?" You ask as you take a candy bag from the cabinet.

Sapnap smiled, as did Dream. "Yeah, okay.."

As soon as you had made it to the room, George had already picked a movie, waiting for the return of his partners.

That night, you fell asleep holding onto Sapnap, with George in between, and Dream spooning you.

Hope you all enjoy this one<3, remember that my requests are still open so feel free to drop in a request<3.

[ichigomis]

Hiiii! I’d like to request something. Like Iwa, Tsukki, and Kuroo’s (plus any character you want) reaction to the random noises their S/O makes at random times? Like they’d just be walking in a park and suddenly S/O just meows lol.

HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU MAKE RANDOM NOISES OUT OF NOWHERE

with: iwaizumi, tsukki, kuroo

notes: HAHAAHAHA this was so fun thank u nonnie for requesting! i'm not sure if i hit the prompt right in the nail but here's me trying nfjefnerjhber also iwaizumi's is a bit suggestive(?) — crack!

❊ IWAIZUMI

- you pick him up after a long day at the gym, he's equally excited to see you and just head home with you

- slinging his gym bag on his shoulder, he sees you excitedly waving at him and he makes his way out of the gym. but just as he was exiting, an acquaintance stops him for a little chat (much to his annoyance)

- you wait outside the glass door, watching your boyfriend, when he suddenly shoots you an all too well—he wants you to get him out of there.

"aaaAAAWOOOO!" you howl, tapping on the glass. "wOOF WOOF!" you bark and everyone's eyes are on you immediately. you point at iwaizumi, whose face is now flushed a deep red, and beckon for him to come outside. he quickly shoots the person he's talking to a quick apology and runs makes his way to the exit.

"what was that!?" he asks as he closes in on you and you just wiggle your eyebrows teasingly.

"there's my beefy boy, woof!" you holler as you let your eyes roam around his body, letting him know you're checking him out.

iwaizumi turns another impossible shade of red, "what the hell?" he mutters as you take his hand and lead him away, still teasingly looking at him, "stop that."

he looks away from you and you bite your lip, you knew it was enough teasing for one day. you let out a chuckle and he whips his head at you nervously, "mkay, you hungry?" you ask going back to "normal".

he sighs, "are we not going to talk about what you did back there?"

you tilt your head and ask, "why? did you want me to do it again?"

despite your little act back there, iwaizumi can't deny he liked you hyping him up. you even got him out of that small talk earlier without him saying anything. perhaps, he can let this one pass.

"no, please shut up."

❊ TSUKKI

- you stay over at his place so he can help you study for your upcoming test but for some reason you just can't wrap your head around the topic

- queue him teasing you about it and you getting slightly annoyed though you're pretty much used to it

- luckily, you have a few tricks up your sleeve

"i can't believe you don't get it," he leans back on his chair, an annoying little smirk on his face. you use all your strength to keep it in because right now, you need your annoying boyfriend's help. "it's so easy." he snickers.

you breathe in clenching your fists, "that's the whole reason i'm here, i don't get it." if it weren't for this tough math test coming soon, you would have thought twice about asking for his help. you love this man, really and stupidly enough. but sometimes his teasing and your quick temper just don't mix.

he purses his lip vexingly, "so you'll come here every time you don't understand something?"

yup, you love this man. and loving this man meant you had to know how to counter his little antics. "ughh fine." you take your books and stand up from your seat, making sure your face showed how "annoyed" you are. "i guess i'll just ask your hotter and kinder brother."

he just stares at you, mouth agape in disbelief. a satisfied smirk plasters your face and you couldn't help yourself. you lift your hand and pretend to drop your mic, popping your lips. mission accomplished. the sound you just made rings through the room and tsukki's stare changes into a scowl.

"fine." he mumbles.

"fine?" you lift a brow at him.

"yeah, go on, call him." he challenges and you laugh.

"fine." you say simply, "akite-"

"fine, fine, stop. i'll do it. i'll teach you again," he stands from his seat and takes your hand, "just, don't make that sound again." you nod, smiling from your victory.

"and don't call my brother for help again..." ah, a double victory.

❊ KUROO

- he picks you up after work and like always, the two of you stop by your usual convenience store to get some snacks.

- the two of you settle on one of the tables outside the store and just let time pass by, with no agenda in mind.

you stare into the distance, watching people pass by. it's around dinnertime and everyone seems to be on their way home. tiredness washes over you. at times like these, it feels as if your brain has no filter and whatever comes into your mind, you speak.

"meow~" you say, still staring into wherever.

kuroo looks up at you, confused and a little bit weirded out. "what-"

you meet his eyes and shrug, "meow."

he furrows his eyebrows and reaches for you. he knew you were tired, but he didn't know you were that tired to be talking (or in this case, meowing) gibberish. "are you alright there?"

you sigh, letting your face lean into his touch, and nod, "meooooow."

he shakes his head and squeezes your cheeks together, "fine, if you're gonna be like that, let's play a little game." despite your weird antics, he still finds you so cute. he smiles to himself, was this how in love he was with you?

"first to actually call over a cat here wins," he says and your eyes light up.

"loser buys onigiri." you put your hand out to shake and he chuckles.

"so you can speak!" he coos and you just roll your eyes, "deal."

people passing by looked at the two of you as if you were crazy. well, two grown adults in office attire, meowing outside a convenience store, did scream crazy. but it's not like you cared, or perhaps you were just too tired to. and it's not like kuroo cared either, he'd indulge every little thing you do.

after a few minutes of playing around, the two of you finally head home. you happily walk, with your hand intertwined with kuroo's and the other holding up the onigiri you "won".

p.s.: thanks to @reinpours for helping me brainstorm this stuff hehe~

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[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Lovestruck - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, kinda Dick Pairings: future!jondami, implied-kinda?timkon, also timbernard Summary: Damian starts acting weird after Tim and Bernard begin dating. Turns out even this kid can be naive, and a total idiot, when he wants to be. A/N: idk a headcanon I couldn’t stop thinking about haha. Damian is absolutely one of those genius kids who don’t know the most basic things. Also if it’s not clear, Damian is comparing Tim’s answers to what he likes in people to if they match Conner. all ages are current canon so Tim is immortal and Damian is 14 mkay bye.

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When Tim started dating Bernard, he expected a lot of different things. He expected Bruce’s protectiveness, Dick’s softness, Jason’s gift of XL condoms, Cassandra’s date suggestions and even Stephanie’s own prepared shovel talks for his new paramour.

But he did not expect…well, this.

He did not expect to see Damian sitting on the front porch when Bernard brought him home from their third date. He did not expect Damian to start furiously writing in the notebook on his lap at the sight of them.

He did not expect to come down to breakfast and see the kitchen table scattered with notes and lists and images of way too pretty people, pictures of Bernard and Steph among them.

“…What are you doing?” Tim found himself asking sleepily.

“Research.” Damian replied simply, sipping thoughtfully from a mug on the island. “None of your concern.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim asked as he approached. Instantly he tapped the photos of Steph and Bernard. “So why are there pictures of my ex-girlfriend and current…boyfriend here?”

His stomach still did giddy jumps at the thought.

Damian’s lips twitched, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he reached out and slid the photos underneath some papers. “Just…persons of interests.”

“For?”

“None of your concern.” Damian reiterated. Quickly, he began to shuffle all of his papers and pictures together. “Jeez, what does that Dowd boy even see in you…”

And then he was gone before Tim’s pre-caffeine mind could catch up.

After that, Damian was less obvious, but Tim could still catch on. In fact, everyone was catching on. But, like the emotionally constipated Bats they were, no one said anything, or tipped their youngest off.

They all just watched, as he suddenly began to distantly follow Tim around. Around the house, around the city, both as a civilian and in uniform. It was Cassandra who declared that Damian was watching who Tim was interacting with, not necessarily him.

He never followed him on his dates, though.

Then came the questions. Every time they were together. They’d go to lunch downtown near the office, and Damian would ask:

“Do you like that girl’s hair?”

“Would you ever wear those shoes?”

“How much do you respect a person if their suit jacket doesn’t fit them properly?”

When they’d be staking out a suspect on a building overlooking a street corner, he’d say:

“That belt is too gaudy.”

“You can tell he spent way too many hours in the mirror getting ready to go to that disgusting dive.”

“I can’t believe she’s walking on this street in those heels. Would you go for comfort or fashion?”

And it continued, the following, the seemingly random questions. After a while, Tim chalked it up to…maybe Damian was just getting to know him. Just trying to actually get along for once in their lives. They were both getting older, more mature. Maybe it was just time they started acting like what they were.

Brothers.

But then he came home one afternoon to find Dick standing in the manor’s foyer, back leaning against the wall that led into the central sitting room they all used. It was almost evening, which meant Damian was most likely in there sketching, or reading with his pets.

Dick noticed him open the door, and quickly put a finger to his smiling lips. Tim nodded and silently closed the door behind him, carefully took off his shoes and jacket, then tiptoed over to Dick.

He peeked around Dick’s shoulder. Sure enough, Damian was in there, but he was standing at the fireplace, staring down into the flames.

Jason sat in the loveseat behind him.

“Jay just got in there. He hasn’t said anything yet.” Dick breathed. Tim frowned skeptically. Surely Damian knew who was in the house. Knew there was something going on if Jason had just sought him out.

“What are we interrogating him for?” Tim whispered back. “Did he lose one of Alfred’s recipe books again?”

Dick just shook his head and pointed into the room. Tim looked back in.

Jason was relaxed in the chair, but staring intensely at his youngest brother. Damian must have known that, felt his eyes, because he wasn’t looking up. Kept his gaze glued to the fire at his feet.

Suddenly, Jason huffed, crossing his arms. “Spill.”

“Spill what.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Spill why you’re stalking Tim.” Jason said bluntly. “Why you’re asking him all those dumbass questions.” A pause. “…Why you’re keeping tabs on his boyfriend.”

Tim inhaled sharply, glaring up at Dick. Dick waved both his arms quickly, implying that Jason’s words weren’t true, that it was just to catch Damian off guard.

“I’m not keeping tabs on him, Todd. That’s ridiculous.” Damian countered. “I’m merely making sure they’re still together.”

A moment to let the fire crackle.

“Well, I’m also making sure that boy isn’t hurting or manipulating Drake in some way.” Damian murmured softly. “But mostly, I’m just making sure they’re still together.”

Jason crossed his ankle over his knee. “Why?”

“What, I can’t be concerned for my brother’s safety and happiness?”

Jason snorted. “Not that brother’s.”

Damian glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. Then back to the fire.

Jason waited a minute, let his eyes dart across Damian’s back, study his posture. “…Why are you so concerned if Tim and his new boy-toy are still together?”

Damian shrugged silently.

“Don’t do that.” Jason scolded. “Use your words, Damian. Like a big boy.”

Damian let out a frustrated exhale. “I’m just…confirming Drake isn’t looking elsewhere.”

“What, to cheat on his boyfriend?” Jason drawled. “Timmy’s not the cheating type, I can tell.”

“No. No.” Damian said sternly. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying!” Damian threw his arms out. Let them fall back to his thighs with a slight smack. “…I’m saying I’ve seen him look at others the way he looks at Bernard Dowd and that is…concerning. …To me.”

“Others?” Jason questioned. “What others?”

“Like Conner Kent!” Damian finally spun around now. Jason’s eyebrows rose in surprise and Damian rolled his eyes again. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t see it. Those two have been flirting with each other since the damn day they met. Drake dating this boy now only confirms the possibility of their eventual coupling.”

Jason let his face settle back into neutral, let the words bounce around in his brain. “Okay…I guess I can agree with that.”

Tim glanced up at Dick, who gave him a wink. Tim’s face instantly went beet red.

“But that still tells me nothing.” Jason continued. “So Tim and Conner maybe had or have crushes on each other. Maybe they’re attracted to each other. Maybe they’re forever star-crossed and nothing will ever happen. So what? Why does that bother you?”

Damian kept his lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, he spun back towards the fire.

“…Damian?”

“…Because it would be weird.” Damian said at last. “It would be weird if he and Conner…”

Damian’s voice fell to an unintelligible mumble.

“What?” Jason asked gently. “I didn’t catch that.”

Damian mumbled again, still impossible to understand.

“Kid, you’re gonna have to speak up, okay. I can’t hear you-”

“I said it would be weird if he was dating Conner while I was dating Jon!” Damian yelled, whirling around once more. “And if he breaks up with Dowd and starts dating Conner before I can gain the courage to talk to Jon then I’ll lose my chance!”

His last words echoed in the space around them. Floated into the hallway and echoed up the stairs, too.

Not that anyone noticed. Tim had grabbed Dick’s bicep, while Dick had thrown a hand over his own mouth in surprise.

“Oh my god.” Tim whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“That…” Dick murmured. “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Jason, luckily, had more composure than the two of them, and suddenly Tim realized why it was Jason doing the prodding, not Dick.

Jason’s eyes had just widened, no other movement than that. He remained still, remained calm, even as Damian’s face darkened, and embarrassed tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh.” He said simply. “Oh, Damian.”

“Shut up.” Damian crossed his arms again, but they all knew this time it was to hold himself. “Don’t…don’t make fun of me.”

“Never.” Jason promised. “But also, not a thing you need to worry about.”

“Why, because Jon will turn me down anyway?” Damian whispered bitterly, turning away. Not towards the fire this time, just the window.

“He’d be an idiot to, and I’ll beat the shit out of him if he does.” Jason said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean, you don’t need to worry about it because it wouldn’t be weird if y’all just so happened to be double-dating.”

Damian waited, then glanced back at Jason. “It wouldn’t?” Jason smiled and shook his head. “There isn’t like…I mean…a law…?” He inhaled slowly. “If Drake and Conner started dating, wouldn’t that make Jonathan and I…related?”

“That’s only if they got married, and even then, wouldn’t be weird.” Jason shrugged. “What, you’ve never heard those stories of like…twins marrying another set of twins? That shit happens all the time. You wouldn’t be the first.”

Damian blinked owlishly, let his hands fall back to his sides. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Jason laughed, standing. “Besides, Tim seems to really like Blondie whats-his-name so…I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.” A second, to cheekily add: “At least…not right now.”

Damian twisted his lips. “I told you their chemistry was obvious.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so is Bruce and Clark’s if you ask the tabloids and half the Justice League.” Jason droned, reaching out for Damian’s shoulder and tugging him into his side. “But like I said, don’t worry about it. Who cares about your idiot brother and who he’s dating, let’s focus more on you and how you’re gonna woo one Jonathan Kent, mmkay?”

He quickly ushered Damian out of the room using a door on the far side, only glancing back once to mouth oh my god! dramatically to the ones watching from the hall.

“That…” Tim exhaled as Jason closed the door behind them. “…was the most precious thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Dick hummed in agreement, then: “…But is he right?”

Tim glanced up at him.

“You and Conner?”

Tim felt his face warm a little. “…I’m dating Bernard, Dick.”

“Okay.”

“And…I think I should go call him. We haven’t talked all day.”

Dick smirked. “Okay.”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”

Dick let out a chuckle. “Okay.”

“…Stop saying okay.”

“…Okay.”

“Dick!”

He laughed again. “Sorry, sorry.” He ran his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Tell Bernard I said hello, and also warn him that your younger brother is absolutely ready to gut him, should he hurt you.”

Oh yeah. Tim forgot that little tidbit. He felt his face warm even faster.

“Yeah…” He sighed, turning towards the stairs. He ignored the little flutter in his heart, at the idea of his lovesick, protective, ridiculous little brother. God, that kid. “Yeah, I think that’s probably something he oughta know.”

[drakenology]

How about putting on a sexy cheer outfit for the boys 😈💦

ooof! i love the way you think, anon.

now idk which boys you wanna hear so i’m gonna randomly pick some.

hope that’s cool nonnie!

Shoyo would be a fucking mess.

He’s just minding his business at practice and then all of a sudden he sees you in the bleachers in this skimpy little cheer outfit with the Karasuno team colors.

Actually faints when he sees the little cheer you made up, your body on full display all for him.

When yall get home... whew

He can’t get that outfit off you fast enough.

“Why do you look so sexy, Y/N?”

He didn’t even know where to start with you; going from eating you out to fucking your tits to bending you over.

Hinata literally ravished you, not leaving an inch of you untouched or uh... unfilled

Honestly, you go buy a pregnancy test the next morning because... breeding kink went a little crazy last night.

Oikawa’s like... is for me?

Can barely keep his composure when he sees you courtside in that teeny tiny skirt.

My god.

Flaunts you around the whole team when the game is over; like everyone has to see how sexy you are just so he can take you home and fuck you with the satisfaction of knowing no one else is allowed to.

“Yep. This is all mine.” He’d say, smacking your ass shamelessly in front of his teammates. He knew they were all staring at you, lusting for you just the same as he did but he didn’t mind.

You and Oikawa both know who you belong to so.. look all you want, fellas.

Whenever yall two get alone it’s hot and heavy, making out on his lap with his hands sliding up your skirt to find what’s behind those pretty panties.

You get up to strip only for him to stop you and be like

“Oh no, baby leave it on. Wouldn’t want your pretty outfit to go to waste, right?”

Aran is pitchin’ a very obvious tent when he sees you all dressed up and jumping around purposely to get a rise out of him. (He can’t help it, you’re just so sexy)

Something about you cheering him on literally half naked just did something to him

Yall don’t even make it home; he whisked you away to the locker room to help him out with his not-so little problem.

“What were you thinking, huh? Coming here dressed like that. You wanted me to do this to you didn’t you?”

Next thing you know you’re riding his fat cock in the bathroom stall, his big hand covering your mouth as you drool all over it from being fucked so dumb.

Tanaka (mine) is another who would flaunt you around

Got a nice ego trip when he saw you knowing damn well the outfit was for him.

But if his teammates got a little too verbal with how good you looked he’d get a little jealous.

Oh don’t worry, he’ll take it out on you later.

“Alright Alright. Let’s not forget she’s my girlfriend, ‘mkay?”

When yall are alone he’s being so mean, telling you how slutty it was of you to flaunt your goods in front of his teammates like that.

“You wanna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like a fucking slut.”

And boy did he make good on that promise.

After about 30 minutes of mind numbing overstimulation (all with his tongue btw..) he’s finally fucking you.

Ryu’s dick was absolutely ruining you, the stretch almost too much to bear

So you’re letting out these bellowing sobs and he’s all

“Shut up. This is what you fucking wanted.”

[cupidmybeloved]

valentine's day│georgenotfound

summary: if there's one thing george hates, it's valentines day. this year, y/n decided against being alone and set up a surprise movie night for her and her dateless neighbour. when the day ends george comes to the conclusion that maybe valentines day isn't so bad after all.

warnings: none

a/n: ngl i kinda really hate this post but oh well i'm posting it anyways. also oops valentine’s day post in april

wc: 1k

george let out a sigh as he read the date in the bottom right corner of his laptop. february 14th. the day known best for stuffed animals, hard heart-shaped candies and, most importantly, love. the majority of people looked forward to the 14th, wondering if they had received any chocolates from secret admirers. george however, despised it. every year red hearts were plastered wherever he looked. unfortunately for george, instead of the bright red and pretty pink, all he saw was an ugly and unpleasant shade of brown. not to mention, he was lonely every year as well.

a buzz from his phone caught his attention. a text message from you. come over was all it read. george cocked an eyebrow in confusion but nonetheless, he complied. after all, anything would’ve been better than moping all day in his dim-lit room. as george made his way to your door he pondered about why you, his next-door neighbour whom he may have a teensy tiny crush on, wanted him to pay a visit.

just as george’s knuckles were about to knock onto the wooden door that stood before him, it abruptly opened, slightly startling him. george was instantly met with your charismatic smile (one of the reasons you were his favourite neighbor, unbeknownst to you).

“hey! you’re finally here” you greeted, excitement lighting up your eyes.

“calm down, it was only what? five minutes? what did you need me here for? i could’ve been on a date for all you know.” joked george.

“oh don’t be silly, you and i both know that the day one of us gets a date is the day pigs fly. which is why i invited you over. together we’re going to celebrate loneliness!” you exclaimed.

“celebrating loneliness without being lonely? sounds legit to me” he replied, a witty smirk etched into his face.

“oh shut up, you know what i meant. now close your eyes and follow my lead so i can show you the surprise. don’t peak or i’ll make sure both sides of your pillow are warm.” you giggled as you grabbed onto his pale, slender hands and cautiously dragged him inside.

your short journey didn’t end up being so cautious after all, as george had managed to bump his head into almost every piece of tall furniture and decor you owned. in your opinion, it was just his fault for being so lanky.

“you can open your eyes now” you said.

george didn’t waste any time opening his eyes, head filled with anticipation. george’s eyes finally adjusting to the brightness of your living room, noticed different shades of blue littering the space. there were heart shaped balloons, bunting banners, streamer garlands and even blue flower petals laid across the floor. this was completely different to the disgusting colour he had grown accustomed to seeing annually on valentine’s day.

“do you like it?” you squeaked out, eyes trailing down towards the ground.

without warning, you were swiftly encased in a suffocating hug, large hands wrapped around you. looking up you noticed how big george was smiling, in the three years of being his next-door neighbour, you’ve never seen him this joyous before and it filled you with triumph knowing that you could make him so happy.

“how did you find all these valentine’s day decorations in blue? did you get them custom-made? that would’ve cost you a fortune. oh please tell me you didn’t get the custom made for me-“ his worrisome rambling was cut short with your giggles.

“no no don’t worry i got them for almost nothing, party city got shipped a misprint and had them in the clearance section, i saw them and instantly thought of you. oh and some of the decorations are for gender reveals” you answered sheepishly as you pointed towards the tablecloth with it’s a boy! written all over it in fancy gold lettering.

he bursted out into laughter, you joined in chuckling. george’s knees felt weak from all the laughter and he almost fell to the floor thinking about how only you would even think about using gender reveal decorations for valentine’s day.

as georges dark brown eyes trailed across the tablecloth they stopped at the giant load of treats and chocolates carefully arranged on the table.

“come on, let’s grab some snacks and watch a movie together” he suggested, still in hysterics from the gender reveal decor.

and so the two of you spent the night cuddling against one another whilst discussing theories and watching films. your favourite theory to talk about was that giants had once existed. you enjoyed rambling on about it as much as george enjoyed listening to you go on and on about it.

the netflix show was playing quietly as your eyelids fought to stay open, not so you could keep watching the show but so you could continue admiring george and little details that you adored oh so much, like how his mouth would twitch on the left every time a character would say something snarky or how he would clench his fists in anticipation for a jump-scare.

“george?” you whispered.

“yea?” he mumbled.

“thanks for keeping me company today, i appreciate it” you drowsily muttered as you let sleep win you over and fell asleep on top of him, head huddled into his neck and arms sprawled across his chest.

george glanced down and smiled at your sleeping figure.

“those pigs must’ve touched the moon by now” george hummed to no one in particular.

aha get it? bc earlier on she said the day they would get date is when pigs fly? no? mkay i’ll leave

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

Unpure thoughts

Writing away again, started out with something I wanted to be fluff and then I got carried away. Contemplating whether to write a Part II and practice a bit of smut writing. (I feel like I'm absolutely terrible at it still.)

Modern A/U; Ace x OC (Saki); slow-burn romance - random chapter in a fanfiction that only exists as a skeleton so far.

Starts SFW, gets a bit smutty towards the end, but not yet very bad. Part II may follow if there's interest and I dare to give it a go. ;)

„Are you sure it’s fine that I crash at your place?” Saki asked him bleary-eyed, rubbing at one eye with her fist. The sheer mention of crashing had her suppress a yawn that looked an awful lot like it might dislocate her jaw.

Ace chuckled, placing a hand at the small of her back and gently pushing her forward until she stepped over the threshold of the door and into his apartment. She stumbled slightly and looked at him over her shoulder as he closed the door. “I’m serious. I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

He kicked off his shoes and took off his training jacket, throwing it onto the little shelf he had there, not bothering to hang it up. “You want to walk back to your place? How long does it take you? A half-hour?”

She gave him a petulant stare and he felt his mouth twitch in amusement. “I could call a cab.”

“You could,” he said mildly, “but you’d have to wait for it to arrive and then go down six flights of stairs again and then wait to get home. You could also just stop arguing and accept my offer, and I’ll have the bed ready for you in five minutes. I keep telling you, I don’t say things I don’t mean. You’re more than welcome to stay the night.”

He wasn’t sure why she started arguing about it now – it seemed silly after she’d dragged her feet up all those stairs and yawned often enough to make him tired. She looked about ready to drop and he felt… he didn’t know what. Like he wanted to pull her close and wrap his arms around her. Like he wanted to bring her to bed and tug her in, make sure she got a good night’s sleep. That in itself was weird, he didn’t usually think about women in his bed in that context. Not that he hadn’t thought about her far less innocently, but right now, tired as she was, he just wanted her to be comfortable.

It was true, it had been Thatch’s suggestion that Saki stayed at his place for the night instead of going all the way home at this time of night, and with her eyes almost falling shut standing up; he was pretty sure that Thatch had very purposefully suggested Ace’s place instead of anybody else’s who also lived close by, the old matchmaker, but he didn’t mind. This way, he could be sure she got into a bed safely and as soon as possible, and, as a little bonus, he’d get to spend a bit more time with her. Plus, she wouldn’t end up at somebody else’s place and while it was none of his business, he just didn’t like the thought all that much.

“I’m too tired to protest,” she told him, mumbling and raking a hand through her hair, removing the hair-band holding it up into a ponytail.

He smiled at her and stepped closer. “Then don’t.” After some hesitation, he brought his hand to her back and rubbed a gentle circle on it, and then another. She leaned into him ever so slightly, and there it was again, that tightening in his chest. That little hope that perhaps she liked touching him as much as he liked touching her.

“’mkay,” she murmured. “Thank you. I owe you one.”

“Nonsense,” he answered quietly, his gaze wandering over her long fingers as she started to rub her neck and then back to her face. Her eyes were half-closed again, the corner of her mouth tipped upward slightly. She looked like she could use a massage. He let go of her and stepped back. “Give me a moment.”

He went into his bedroom, quickly grabbed a freshly washed shirt and some pajama pants, and brought them to her, placing them in her hand, before leading her to the bathroom. There he quickly produced a fresh toothbrush – he always had spare ones, it happened often enough that one of his brothers crashed at his place – and guided her to the sink. “Use whatever you need. There’s toothpaste in there, a fresh towel is here. You can use these as pajamas. I’ll get the bed ready for you.”

Their eyes met through the mirror and she nodded at him, smiling. “Thanks, Ace.”

“Not a problem,” he replied and touched a hand to her shoulder. Somehow, it was incredibly difficult to not touch her and he was incredibly bad at keeping himself from it. Throwing her a smile, he grabbed his own toothbrush, put a dab of toothpaste on, and started to brush his teeth. Without waiting, he then left and returned to the bedroom, putting on a fresh set of bedsheets and changing into his pajama pants himself. He was slowed down a bit

Then, he quickly put another set on the couch for himself and

When he came back to the bathroom, she had slipped into the shirt he had given her and he stopped in his tracks. It reached down to her naked thighs, hanging loosely on her much slimmer frame, and boy… did it look good on her. Better than that dress she’d worn to the club that one time. And the bad thing was, he knew exactly why… Wearing his shirt, she looked like she belonged to him. He took a shaky breath, his chest tightening once again at the thought, and heat shooting through him before he cleared his throat and tried to push the thoughts away.

“I’ve got the bed ready for you. You can go sleep now,” he told her, nodding towards his bedroom and forcing himself to quickly walk past her into the bathroom. He’d brush his teeth and then he’d go and sleep on the couch. Far away from her. Safely far away from her. Painfully far away from her.

“Huh?” She was leaning against the door frame, one hand brushing through her hair in a gesture she didn’t even seem to be fully aware of. “Why the bed?”

Not turning around, he grabbed his toothbrush, put a dab of toothpaste on, and looked at her through the mirror. “I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed. It’s quieter in there, the window faces the courtyard. I put on fresh sheets for you. Now go to bed!” He started brushing his teeth, eager to bring some distance between them. She was frowning at him and he realized with an internal groan that she would protest.

“I can’t take your bed and have you sleep on the couch. It’s your bed,” she told him, more awake than she’d been the whole last hour. He shot her a pointed look, unable to answer with a mouth full of toothbrush.

“It’s your bed, Ace,” she repeated and he was suddenly glad of his current inability to reply because otherwise, he might have told her that she was more than welcome in his bed. Even if he’d preferred a different scenario. “Besides, the couch is too small for you. I’ll take it. I’ll fit easily.”

She was already turning and he was quick to finish up and wash the remaining toothpaste from his mouth before hurrying after her and catching her by the shoulder. “Saki, you’re my guest. I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch. I’ll be fine, I can sleep literally anywhere. Stop being stubborn, take the bed.” Her brows furrowed and he knew they weren’t gonna take the easy route. He should have known from the get-go.

“No,” she said and tried to slip around him into the living room. He moved before he properly thought things through, blocking her path and letting her bump into him, a hand dropping to her hip. It was a mistake. It drew his attention back to the fact that she hadn’t put on his pajama pants and it shouldn’t have mattered because he’d seen her in a bikini and right now she was wearing more than a bikini, but the thought still did funny things to his insides and he quickly dropped his hand away from her.

“Stop being difficult,” he told her and only succeeded in making her expression grow more stubborn. For a brief moment he contemplated whether he should just throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the bed, but all things considered that seemed a bit caveman-like and no matter the scenario, he didn’t want to go that route.

“You’re being difficult,” she muttered, her eyes darting away from him, a faint blush on her cheeks that made him think she’d realized the same thing he had. They stood like that for a moment, too close and yet not close enough. Then she looked back up at him, took a step back, and moved towards the bedroom. He heaved a sigh of relief, but when she turned around again after having looked in and fixed him with a determined stare, he took a tentative step away from her. “Your bed is big. We both fit.”

He swallowed. That was simultaneously the best and worst idea he’d ever heard. “It’s not that big,” he heard himself say.

She leaned against the doorframe, lifting an eyebrow at him. “You calling me fat, Portgas?” A giggle escape her lips when his face dropped and he straightened, panicking slightly and wondering how the hell she’d come to that conclusion. “That was a joke,” she stated the now obvious and he huffed. “It’s really big enough. We both get the bed, I won’t feel bad for making you sleep on the couch, and you won’t feel bad for making me sleep on the couch. I think it’s a win-win.”

He felt his pulse quicken and his body tense, his eyes dropping to her bare legs before he made himself turn away quickly. His fingers were itching and he was glad she was far enough away that he couldn’t just give in to the impulse to reach out a hand for her.

“I already got everything here, it’s fine,” he replied and cleared his throat when he heard how hoarse he suddenly sounded. He busied himself spreading the bedsheet and noticed too late that she was coming over. He felt her before he saw her hands reach out and grab the pillow and blanket.

“Come on,” she said, bumping her hip against his. Heat spread from where she had touched him and he didn’t dare to try and move for a moment. “You’ll give me a bad conscience if you don’t.” And then, when he didn’t give any indication of following her: “I promise I’ll not take advantage of you in your sleep. I’ll probably be out a second after my head hits the pillow anyhow. So you’re safe!”

He bit back a groan, straightening and turning to look at her. The proper answer was most definitely not Oh, but I don’t want to be safe, as tempting as it was. Only, he didn’t know what the proper answer was.

She cocked her head to the side and sighed, her eyes not leaving his. “I’m sorry, I’m making you feel uncomfortable.” She started to walk back toward him. “It’s your apartment, we’ll do whatever you think is best. I’d just really hate it if you slept badly just because you were nice enough to let me have the bed. I really don’t mind if we share it.” Placing the pillow and the blanket back down on the couch, she smiled at him and then stepped back, her hand landing on his upper arm. “Sorry.”

He caught her by the elbow before she could leave, inclining his head to catch her eyes again. “It’s not that, Saki,” he murmured and tried very hard to find fitting words. “It’s just… you’re a very attractive woman and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” She blinked up at him, her mouth forming a little o as his words sunk in.

“I mean, look, lying next to you in a bed is bound to inspire some not entirely pure thoughts on my part, even if I’m pretty tired and doing my best not to get inspired,” he said, settling for honesty. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman and you’re making it hard. Really, really hard.”

To his surprise, she giggled, quickly placing a hand in front of her mouth and turning away. He’d expected a different reaction than that. Raising an eyebrow at her he tried to catch her eyes, but she stealthily evaded his.

“Sorry, it’s just…,” she said and shrugged and bit down on her lower lip. His frown deepened even as his eyes dropped to her mouth. “That hard, huh?” The moment she’d said it, she laughed and color rose to her cheeks and he blinked at her stupidly for a moment before he completely understood the innuendo.

Snorting a laugh, he leaned back to look her over. “Funny.” But yes, if you’d want to.

“Come on,” she said, her mouth still twitching, “You can’t say something like that in that context and expect me to not laugh.”

“Dork,” he muttered affectionately and shook his head, letting go of her elbow. At least she wasn’t completely scandalized by what he’d said and that in itself he counted as a win, she didn’t seem repulsed by the sheer thought.

He reached for the bed sheet again when she placed her hand on his upper arm again. “Hey, Ace?” Trying to ignore the tingles her touch sent through him he looked back at her. “I still think you don’t need to sleep on the couch. Even if it might provoke some not entirely pure thoughts.” He opened his mouth to reply, but she was quicker: “From my side, I mean.” His mouth snapped shut and he looked her over carefully, suddenly feeling a bit breathless.

“You’re not even wearing pants,” he said. “Do you have any idea how bad that is for the average level of decency?” He felt a grin form on his mouth, even as he hoped that she wouldn’t take this to mean he wanted her to put on more clothing. Would it be somewhat more decent if they indeed shared the bed? Yes. Did he want to miss the chance of seeing her bare legs for a bit longer? Absolutely not.

“They were too big,” she muttered, looking down over her legs. “I’m wearing panties, though!” He swallowed, keeping his eyes from lowering even while he wondered how she’d look like in only those. Her head swiveled up then and she looked at him accusingly. “You’re not wearing a shirt!”

Taken aback he rubbed his naked chest with a frown. “I never wear a shirt to bed.”

“Well, I never wear any-…,” she retorted and cut herself off abruptly, snapping her mouth shut. Too late for him to not know what she had meant. “Any pants,” she finished lamely, even though the renewed blush on her cheeks was a pretty good indicator that that wasn’t what she had started to say. He felt heat simmer up in him, a feeling of anticipation he couldn’t completely ignore. It must have shown because her eyes darkened as she looked up at him and licked her lips. He wondered what she’d taste like if he kissed her.

“I don’t mind, though,” she said then. “That you’re not wearing a shirt, I mean. I’m accommodating.” He watched her reach out a hand and place it on his chest, reflexively tensing up when her fingers spread over his skin. It did nothing to alleviate the tightness in the chest or his breathlessness. She smoothened her hand over the plane of his chest and took a step closer.

“How gracious of you.” His hands found her hip and he resisted the urge to pull her flush against him only barely. “You ought to be careful, though. You’re starting to make me think you like me.” His heart hammered against his rips, strong enough that he was sure she must hear it. Without realizing it, his thumbs started to draw little circles on her hip over the shirt. He was itching to feel her skin. Itching for an answer. Any answer. Should he take a step back…? Should he give in to the growing urge to kiss her…? He’d be fine with a quick kiss. A peck. Anything, really.

“Hmmm.” Her voice was quiet and she placed her second hand on his chest. “What if I told you that I do?”

His hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging lightly into her flesh, and lowered his head slightly, his eyes still on her, nervous energy making his eyes dart between hers. “Then I might admit that I like you, too.”

She shifted below his hands, taking another step towards him, their bodies only a hand’s width apart, and she tiptoed, her nose brushing over his jawline in a feather-light touch. “I might also try to kiss you,” he added, voice tight, and the feeling of her lips ever so softly running along his jaw sent blood directly south, heat pooling in his stomach and lower still.

“I think I might like that.” The words were spoken against his jaw and his breath caught. He brought up one hand and cupped the back of her neck, his eyes dropping to her lips when she tilted her head upward to him.

“Even though you’re tired? And probably a bit drunk?” he asked and didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like him to hesitate like this. But then, he’d never quite liked a woman in the same way as he liked her, and somehow that scared him a bit.

“Not that tired,” she murmured. “Not that drunk either.” She brought her hands up and threaded her fingers through the black strands of hair framing his face until she was cupping the back of his head. Ace’s breath caught in his throat as she slowly but insistently pulled him down towards her, her eyes half-lidded and her head tilted to the side. Her body brushed against his and she slowly, painfully slowly, brought her lips closer to his.

He felt light-headed and whatever had held him back just seconds before escaped his mind. He covered the last bit of distance between them and he pressed his lips against hers, running the tip of his tongue along her lower lip, teasing and stroking. When her lips parted and her tongue met his, he couldn’t help the low rumbling sound of pleasure that escaped him. He deepened the kiss and slid his left hand down over her back, pulling her flush against him and relishing in the little whimper she made. She shuddered against him and he felt his cock twitch in response, growing hard. Pulling back from her with ragged breaths, he could do nothing but stare at her for a moment, wondering why the hell he’d waited so long before kissing her.

“I do like it,” she whispered and he chuckled.

“I’m beginning to pick up on that, yes.” He ran his right hand from her neck to her cheek, running the pad of his thumb over the arch of her cheekbone. She leaned into the touch and some of the tension in him melted, onto to reform lower down. “You still think you want me in your bed?”

Her breath hitched and for a dreadful moment he thought he’d been too forward, but then she moved against him and he felt her breasts press against his chest and her hip against his hard length. His eyes drifted close, his cock hardening with each heartbeat. A detail she couldn’t possibly miss. “It’s your bed,” she said before pressing a kiss to his jawline.

“Tonight it’s yours,” he answered and then, with a tentative grin, “And it’s completely under your command.” Another kiss was pressed against his chin and objectively speaking it was ridiculous how easily a simple thing like that stoked the fire in him. He was fully aware and didn’t want to do a single thing to stop it.

“Just the bed?” A whisper against his neck, just below his ear, and a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine at the feeling of her lips pressing against his skin. His hand found her chin and he tilted her head up to meet her eyes. “I am at your service, Madame. Just speak the word.” The way her eyes darkened made his cock twitch in response.

“In that case… kiss me again.”

[feeling-weirdy]

An Accidental Moment

@jackdoe​ You asked for pre-CW scarletvision a couple days ago and I finally delivered.  Not going to lie, I had a hard time figure out how to do this at first.  That seemed...way too soon for their first kiss to me, but once I had the idea I actually fell in love with this.  My brain kind of saw it as a reason why they were so awkward together DURING the events of CW.  There’s just this intense moment that never really got resolved.  Forever hopeless idiots.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this from your secret anon.

I am absolutely trying to fill in the gaps between AoU and IW, so if you have something else you want to see just throw it my way.

Vision chuckled, leaning back against the couch as he watched the television in front of him.  Catching himself smiling again, he cleared his throat.  His eyes peered over to the girl sitting beside him who was quite obviously having a good time just watching his reactions.  While he was pretty sure an android couldn’t be self-conscious, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it felt like.

“Sorry…”  His voice was hushed, trying to keep himself quiet.  He didn’t like disturbing Wanda while she was watching her shows.  She had clearly been going through a lot the past couple of months and while he had enjoyed spending time with her, he tried to keep to himself.

“You don’t have to apologize every time you laugh; you know?”  Wanda smiled over at him.  “I told you before…you’re supposed to laugh.  It’s funny.”  

Vision nodded, focusing his eyes back on the screen in front of him.  Watching Wanda’s television programs, he discovered, had become the easiest way to learn about humans. While he sometimes had difficulty completely understanding the plots or the reasoning behind actions, Wanda had a plethora of DVDs to choose from and she seemed more than happy to try to fill him in.

This time the two were watching a show called Friends.  A sitcom that much reminded him of the interactions of his fellow teammates.  He was interested in learning more purely based on that fact alone and had become completely absorbed in it.  Or he had been anyway.

“I do not wish to disturb you.”

“You’re not bothering me at all.  Just watch the show and have fun with it, mkay?”  Wanda patted him on the shoulder, leaning against her hand as she looked back at the screen.

Vision instead kept his focus on her.  He couldn’t help but worry for her.  It had been several months since her brother had died and while she certainly seemed to be feeling better, the loss was still heavy on her heart.  Their walks and television “binges” had become a daily occurrence that seemed to be helping, but he could never be sure.

“While perhaps these have not been the perfect teaching tool to learn the ways of man, I have been thoroughly enjoying our time together.”

“It’s been a lot of fun.”  Wanda turned back to him, leaning against the back of the couch with a lazy smile.  He could still see the sadness within her even through her attempts to hide it.  Her head fell along the back of the sofa, her eyes trailing downward as she used her finger to trace the design on the arms of his sweater.  “I know I’m not the most fun to be around, but...I’m glad you’re able to bear it…”

He could almost hear the rest of her sentence despite the fact that it never left her lips.   No one else seems to be able to.  

Vision shook his head, keeping his body stiff.  He still hadn’t quite gotten used to the small physical contact that she offered him.  “Quite the contrary.  I could think of nothing more entertaining.”

Wanda hummed in approval, sighing happily as she glanced back over to the T.V.  Vision’s eyes followed, but he suddenly wished he hadn’t.  The characters Ross and Rachel were sharing their first kiss, which had been the climax of the entirety of what they had watched so far.  It was intense and passionate and something he had not been expecting.  He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.  The silence between them grew more awkward as the scene went on.  They chuckled nervously as they caught each other’s eye.

“You know...I never have thanked you.”  Wanda finally broke the silence.

“What for?”

“I just know what you’ve been doing for me and wanted to thank you.  It’s been…nice having someone around.”  Wanda scooted closer to him on the couch, now leaning her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh.  “I’m not sure how long I would have made it without you.”

Vision looked down at her, doing everything in his power to will away her sadness to no avail.  He wished there were something more he could do to comfort her.  He wouldn’t dare ask again after the heartbreaking answer he had received a month or so prior.  

“I am here for you whenever you desire me to be.”  He found his fingers tangled in Wanda’s hair, rubbing against the back of her head.  “Whatever I can do to help you heal, just name it.”

“Mmm staying like this is nice.”  Humming happily, her striking blue eyes meeting his once again.  Without warning, he felt her fingers reach up to trace the lines on his face.  He was deathly still as he was not entirely sure how to react.  The warmth flowed from her hands and spread through his cheeks causing the corners of his lips to twist at the sensation.

“Then here I’ll stay.”  His voice was soft, feeling himself getting lost in her actions.  His chest tightened. Wanda had touched him multiple times before, but this time seemed different somehow.

Vision closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of her hand resting against the cool vibranium of his face.  He could feel Wanda shifting before him but made sure to keep himself still.  His eyes finally opened when he felt the soft press of skin against his lips.  Before he had even come to realize what was happening, Wanda had trailed her hands behind his neck to pull him into the kiss.  For a moment, he could feel himself give in.  His hands having moved to her back as if he had done this action a million times.  While he certainly hadn’t, his body reacted as if it knew exactly how to proceed.

After a moment, he pulled back.  “Wanda, I’m not sure this is the best time…”  The thought of kissing her had crossed his mind multiple times by now, but this wasn’t exactly how he envisioned it.

“Just shut up, will you?”  Wanda chuckled as she pulled him back to her.  He nodded, closing the remaining distance between them.

Everything moved incredibly fast, the world spun around him as he kept his focus on her.  She kissed him hungrily, pushing him back into the couch as she climbed on his lap.  Vision’s hands settled on her hips as she moaned into his lips.

He hadn’t ever experienced anything like this before.  The softness of her lips was beyond comprehension and the feeling of her tongue slipping past his lips was euphoric.  Wanda pressed her body against him, gripping onto his neck.  Vision could do nothing but enjoy the fact that it felt like his circuits were overheating.  He gripped onto her waist, desperate for something to hold on to.

While he had no breath to steal, she had certainly run away with it.  

As Vision was about to move on to what he assumed was the next step, the voices heading toward them snapped them back to reality.  Natasha and Stark were heading in their direction.  They had to stop.  He couldn't deny it was relief that had settled in his mind.  While he wasn’t against what was happening between them, he hadn’t quite expected this to be how it unfolded.

She pressed another kiss to him, her eyes piercing through his very being.  

“Wanda…”  He whispered against her lips, releasing his grip on her.

She nodded, taking one last moment to enjoy their closeness before pulling herself off him.  Wanda took a few staggered breaths before lying down on her side, making herself comfortable as she rested her head on his leg.  She let out a heavy sigh as she glanced back at the T.V.

While he tried to put the thought out of his mind, he could still feel the heat of her lips against him.  The warm sensation sent his stomach into knots now that he was finally able to process what had just happened.

Gently placing a hand upon her head, he watched her get her breathing under control.  He ran his hand along her head, petting her slowly.  Her bright eyes flickered up at him for a quick moment, an embarrassed smile crossing her features as she grabbed hold of his other hand.

Vision forced himself to focus on the show still playing in front of them, having completely lost what was going on.  Regardless of what happened following the kiss that happened on screen, Stark and Natasha walked in none the wiser, which was for the best for the time being.  

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Pipe Down | Oscar Diaz.

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: You and Oscar broke up. You’ve decided to show off what he’s lost. Things don’t go completely as planned. 

Requested: No

Warnings: None - just a little angst. 

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Hiii! I’m new to Tumblr, a little new to writing. This is my first post and written work published online, so I apologize if it’s not the best - feel free to give me feedback. With that being said, I love On My Block and I love Oscar “Spooky” Diaz’s character even more. After reading some fanfic and imagines on here, I felt inspired to write my own. Enjoy, my loves!

It had been 2 weeks since your breakup with Oscar, and up until a few days ago, you’ve been pretty miserable. Although you were feeling better, Izzy wanted to help you get out of your funk and take you out to brunch. You’ve been declining any hangouts thrown your way lately, but you did miss your best friend. Besides, food is good for the soul and healing was very much needed.

“What to wear? What to wear?” you mumbled to yourself. 

It was summer and you were going to brunch. You had the perfect outfit. You pulled off a white, flowy tie-up top with long bell sleeves from the hanger, paired with your favorite denim shorts and lace-up heels. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror, turning from side to side to see if it looked good and it sure as hell did. It was the best you’ve looked in weeks - you looked like sex. The plunging neckline of the top only made it better, showing off just enough cleavage. 

“God, if only Oscar could see me now,” you thought to yourself as you admired your beautiful assets. Which brought up another mischievous idea. Well, maybe he can. But you couldn’t just show up without an excuse. 

You looked around the room and your eyes landed on the pile of Oscar’s clothes you neatly stacked and folded. You meant to give them back to him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself.

 Until today.

You grabbed a spare bag and put the clothes in, along with other things you didn’t want anymore, like pictures of you two together. You stared at the polaroid photos one last time before putting them in, using the moment to reminisce. You smiled sadly as you did, maybe you missed him just a little. 

You quickly shook off any bad vibes you were feeling, “No, not today, no sad bitches up in here, Y/N.”

 After glamming yourself up just a tad, you grabbed the bag and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. 

“Let’s do this, baby,” you said, winking at your reflection.

You still had time to kill before Izzy came by to pick you up, so you made your way across the street, striding in full confidence. You didn’t see Oscar on the front lawn, only two other Santos who greeted you by nodding their heads as you smiled back at them. “The rest must be inside,” you thought. You made your way to the front door and knocked. 

You felt your heart beat a little faster in anticipation, the nerves just starting to hit you. As you waited for the door to open, you tried to convince yourself you weren’t nervous. It’s just Oscar, no big deal - okay, big deal. 

You heard the door knob click, quickly tossing your hair back and pushing your breasts closer together. 

Too bad it was Sad Eyes who got the door. 

You cringed at your desperate attempt, but smiled at your friend right after. “Hey,” you greeted as he brought you in for a hug. “Hey Y/N,” he said before his eyes widened, strangely looking back into the room behind him and then back at you.

“Uh, Y/N, If you’re looking for Spooky, now ain’t a good time.” 

You raised your eyebrow at this, “What do you mean?” 

He looked down before looking behind him again, “Uh, he’s ... busy.” Typical, but that didn’t explain why he was acting so weird. 

“Oh, don’t worry I won’t be long, I’m just here to drop off some stuff,” you said before pushing past him and walking in. Your sexy ass had a mission to make Oscar see what he was missing, and you were willing to accomplish it by any means necessary. Sad Eyes tried to grab your arm to stop you, but it was too late. 

As your eyes wandered around the room, you saw a few cholos on the couch laughing, smoking and drinking. Until you caught a sight of him ... with some blonde hyna on his lap, laughing together as well. 

Now you got why he was acting weird. 

You initially felt a slight twinge in your heart, but other than that, you weren’t that fazed - good on you, sis. 

Eventually, all eyes in the room were on you, including Oscar’s. His eyes widened as he gently pushed his new friend off of him and made his way over to you. After pulling you aside, he took you in.

His eyes roaming over you from head to toe, practically undressing you right there and then as he licked his lips and looked back at you. 

“Y/N ... ¿Qué pasa? What are you doing here?” You took your eyes off of him and looked at the chick sat on the couch, who was clearly fuming on the inside, before bringing your attention back to him. You handed him the bag, “This is for you, I figured you’d want this stuff back, I know I don’t,” a trace of attitude in your tone. He slightly opened it to take a peek before closing his eyes for a moment and nodding his head. He looked hurt. 

Why do I feel bad?

“Now that you’re here, can we talk?” He asked, only loud enough for you to hear, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his as they softened. You gained back your composure, not giving in.

 “No - 1. I don’t have the time, as you can see I’m dressed nice for a reason, 2. I don’t have anything to say to you and 3. You’ve got company,” you replied quietly, raising your brow and nodding at the lady friend behind him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

This made him look down, taking in the deep plunge of your top as your breasts were slightly exposed after all. He hummed, giving you a small smile as he subtly bit his lip.

“Mm, I do see that. Still looking good, nena,” he whispered, mischief hiding behind those eyes as he stared into yours. You gulped, only now noticing how close you two had been standing as he towered over you. 

“Ahem!” You heard ‘Blondie’ obnoxiously exclaim as you and Oscar both turned your attention to the girl behind him. Oh shit. You realized that you were still in a room with other people and not in your own little world. 

The other cholos knew better than to pry themselves in your and Oscar’s business, but they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t slightly paid attention to the conversation you were having. They noticed you looking at them and quickly turned their heads or continued using their phones. You brought your focus back to Miss Whoeverthefuck. 

“Spooky, baby, who the fuck is this?” She said in disgust as she glanced over to you. You scoffed and looked in the other direction, not wanting to entertain this situation. “None of your business, stay out of it,” Oscar replied, shutting that shit down real quick. You were impressed and tried your best to keep yourself from smiling, which Oscar caught as he turned back to you. Your features hardened coldly as soon as he did.

 Resting bitch face activated. 

“You picked a real catch, hm?” You kissed your teeth. Oscar chuckled quietly, dimple on show and everything. Fuck. 

“You jealous?” He mouthed silently, just for you to read his lips. You rolled your eyes and gave him the middle finger as he turned his head down to the side, visibly trying to contain his laughter. Your lips pulled into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed at his reaction - you weren’t amused one bit, but seeing that signature smile of his again wasn’t the worst sight. 

“What? What’s so funny?” Walmart Eiza González’s bitchy self asked. Jesus Christ. You didn’t want to before, but it looked like it was time to take matters into your own hands. 

Glaring at her, you retaliated. “Listen, sweetie. Our conversation doesn’t concern you, so stay the hell out of it, mkay?” Throwing on a fake smile for extra pizzazz. Oscar watched you while you handled things, clearly amused at your reaction considering the smirk he wore. 

“Yeah? Well I don’t remember asking you, I was talking to my man.” 

You laughed at her remark. “YOUR man, right.” You sighed in laughter before staring her down as you put your hands on your hips, that feistiness that Oscar adored bursting out.

“I’m not going to tell you again - pipe down, puta.”

Blondie’s eyes almost shot out of her head, scoffing loudly. “What did you just call me?” 

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

The face she made was so punchable, but you resisted. 

“P U T A, put-“ you were cut off short as you felt Oscar’s hand cover your mouth and another on your waist, carrying you towards the front door. You mumbled against his hand angrily. 

You looked back at her. She was seething, and also being held back by Sad Eyes before she had the chance to attack. 

“Uh, Spooky?!” She yelled. 

“Cálmate, It’ll only be a minute,” Oscar said as he nodded to Sad Eyes, signaling to calm her down. He lead you out the door with a hand on the small of your back. Annoyed, you slapped his hand away once you both stepped off the porch stairs. He chuckled once again as he shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“You miss me, admit it.” 

You fake laughed and rolled your eyes at his comment, “Ha ha, as if.” 

His laughter died down and he took a few steps towards you, smiling down at you as he slid one hand down your arm. He sighed, “Well, I miss you Y/N. A lot.” A certain sadness could be heard as he confessed.

On instinct, you stepped closer and looked up at him, lost in thought. He brought a hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“What’s on your mind, nena? Hm? Dime.” 

You looked at the ground, considering to pour your heart out to him. He always had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable. As your lips parted to speak, you heard a horn blaring behind you. You jumped in shock, turning around to see who was responsible for the obnoxious honking. 

You sighed disappointedly in relief to see Izzy’s face in the driver’s seat. 

“Come on, mama, let’s roll!” She called. 

You turned back to Oscar, his face painted by the pain that hid behind those sad puppy eyes he was looking at you with. You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a sharp breath in. Stay strong, Y/N. Don’t cave, don’t cave. 

“You’ve moved on, it’s over between us,” you were lying. You knew he hadn’t moved on, he knew it too. That hyna didn’t mean shit. “Have fun with Little Miss Blondie,” you sent another jab at him, anything to distance yourself even further. He glared at you with his mouth open and brows furrowed, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“Y/N, no, that’s not tr-“

You quickly cut him off, “I really have to get going, Oscar. I’m sorry.” 

You turned on your heel, walking towards the car and hopping in. Hesitantly, you gave him one last glance. His lips were parted as he looked at you in defeat, Izzy driving off when he did.

You slumped in your seat.

Mission accomplished ... or was it?

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Spanish translations - [Correct me if I’m wrong]

¿Qué pasa? - What’s up? / What’s going on?

Puta - Bitch

Cálmate - Chill out / Calm down

Dime - Tell me

[ur-jinji]

wallflowers: part two

zuko x reader modern au

warning: sokka throws up a lot. sokka always ends up throwing up in my fics

summary: after a night at a party with the gaang and meeting zuko, you join them for breakfast and find time alone with him

a/n: i had no intention of writing a sequel & left part one off with a little bit of cliffhanger just for the fun of it but i got like two comments asking for a part two and i was like damn i feel like i owe it to yall for ending it like that,, so here you go :) i don’t really know how to feel about it

Unknown: hey :) it’s zuko

Your eyes widened at your phone in surprised.

‘He actually texted me,’ You thought to yourself in awe.

“What are you smiling about?” Katara questioned from the drivers seat of the car. She raised an eyebrow and a very smug smirk was wiped across her face.

“Uh, nothing,” You lied before turning back to your phone. You stared at the message for a moment, your fingers stuck. Why were you so nervous to text him back?

You: hey :) how’s the party?

Zuko: really boring now that you’re gone :( aang and i just went up to the guest room for bed. everyone started to leave

You smiled softly.

You: you’re so sweet!!

Zuko: i heard we might go to breakfast tomorrow. will you be there?

“We’re going to breakfast?” You asked Katara.

“Yeah, once they all rise from the dead. Sokka and Suki will probably be the ones most screwed up tomorrow,” She replied, causing you to laugh and nod in agreement.

You: yeah i’ll be there :)

Zuko: good :) see you then

You put your phone back into your pocket and could not stop smiling. Butterflies were swarming in your stomach. You eventually made it to Suki’s apartment, and you and Katara had to practically drag them inside. Once you tucked them into bed, you made yourself comfy on the couch in the living room. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw another text.

Zuko: did you make it to suki’s okay??

You: yes :) thanks for asking. we had to put sokka and suki to bed. i think theyll be out for the rest of the night so no funny business haha

Zuko: just give it a minute

Just a moment after Zuko sent that text, you started to hear a consistent creaking of a mattress coming from the other room

You: oh my god you’re right they’re going at it

You: i don’t even know how lmao they were knocked out a second ago

Zuko: i’ve suffered through many long nights in the same house as them. they always find a way -.-

You: god theyre animals lmfao

You: i’m gonna get some sleep, you should too!!

Zuko: okay, sleep well :)

You: you too :)

You awoke the next morning with a sliver of sunshine from the mostly closed curtains shining brightly directly on your face. It was sometime around noon. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and noticed a sound from the bathroom that sounded like gagging. You were suddenly very thankful you only had one drink the previous night. If it weren’t for Zuko, you probably would’ve had more.

You stood from the couch and followed the noise of gags. The door was wide open and you could see Sokka leant over the toilet. You walked towards him, concerned.

“Hey, buddy. Want me to get you some water?” You offered kindly as you placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles. He looked up at you with a look of disgust on his face and nodded slowly.

“I don’t know how Suki does it. She’s perfectly fine,” He mumbled before burping and leaning back over the toilet. Some vomit came up. Gross.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw Suki, all readied up, pretty, and ready to go.

“Hey, Y/N! How did you sleep?” She chirped. She handed you a water bottle for Sokka, already knowing.

“I slept good. The couch was very comfy,” Yoh replied with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to get so trashed last night. Did I do anything embarrassing?” Suki asked.

“Nope. Sokka on the other hand...” You responded, gaining a laugh from her. Katara appeared in the kitchen and greeted the two of you. She also looked ready to go. You felt embarrassed that you were the last one up.

“I’ll go get ready real quick!” You told them before speed walking from the kitchen. You bee lined to the bathroom and gave Sokka his water.

“Thanks,” He muttered sickly.

“I’m gonna get ready in here while you puke, mkay?” You told him. He nodded and took a long drink of water. He fell backwards onto the tile floor and stared miserably up at the sealing. You went over to the vanity and rushed to get ready using Suki’s things and an extra toothbrush she left for you. As you ran a brush through your hair, you heard Sokka scramble to get back up and upchuck into the toilet some more. You finished up getting ready and made your way out of the bathroom.

You joined the girls on the couch in the living room and chatted for a while until Sokka was able to hold down his vomit. He appeared in the living room and stared miserably at the three of you.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Katara teased. “Now let’s go. Aang, Toph, and Zuko just got to the diner.”

The four of you made your way out to the car and you somehow got stuck in the back with Sokka. He looked like he was about throw up all over you.

“Suki, I hate you for calling shotgun,” You told her. She turned around from the passenger seat and giggled.

“I’m not about to be thrown up on!” She reasoned.

Sokka grumbled something incoherent and then rested his head on the window, closing his eyes. Maybe if he does throw up, he’ll just do it on the floor? Maybe.

You arrived at the diner without any puke on you and you all made your way inside. Aang waved you over at a large table when he saw the group walk in. Your eyes landed on Zuko, who had already noticed you. He smiled warmly. He was seated at the very end of the table with Toph on the other side of him. You took a seat across from him, and Suki sat beside you. You were grateful Sokka didn’t sit by you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Zuko greeted you from across the table. You greeted him back, adding a grin. You looked over the menu to busy yourself. You felt yourself becoming very nervous again in Zuko’s presence, and feeling his gaze on you didn’t help.

“You’re lucky we’re in public, snoozles. I’m ready to put you into another chokehold,” You heard Toph say, presumably to Sokka, earning laughs from the rest of the group.

The table’s waitress came over and took everyone’s orders and then proceeded to say that it may take longer because the kitchen was super backed up. Your stomach grumbled loudly in response.

“God, I’m so hungry,” You said when she walked away.

“Me too,” Sokka said moodily from the other end of the table.

“I’m surprised you even want to eat!” Katara replied to him.

“Do you think you can wait?” Zuko asked.

“I mean, I have to,” You said with a chuckle, thinking you were stating the obvious.

“I have a granola bar in my car if you want it?” He offered softly to you, nudging your shoe with his.

“Really? I wouldn’t mind having one. I’m literally starving,” You responded, ready to jump out of your seat to get the dang thing.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Zuko said as he got up from his chair. You followed him out of the diner and into the parking lot, making small talk on the way to his car. Once you arrived at the destination, he opened the cardoor and fished a granola bar from his school backpack.

“I always have an emergency snack just in case for...y’know...emergencies,” He explained, his voice sounding anxious. You thanked him and ripped that sucker open. You split it in half and handed a half out to him.

“Please share it with me! I don’t want to spoil my entire appetite on accident,” You begged him.

Zuko grabbed the other half and then leaned against the door, munching on his half. You joined him against the door and looked up at him.

“So, did Sokka and Suki keep you up?” He asked.

“Not really. It was quickie,” You answered with a chuckle.

“You’re lucky. They kept me up for two hours once. It was awful,” He said, breathing out a shaky laugh. His nerves were becoming more and more obvious. “I’m not as bold as I was last night.”

“Well, the nickname liquid courage might explain it,” You joked.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Zuko asked with a hopeful expression. You nodded in response and the two of you began a trek out of the parking walk and down some sidewalk. The two of you spent the time sharing stories about your past and friends. You couldn’t help but notice how every so often, his hand would accidentally brush against your knuckles as you walked, causing a few blushes. You ended up at a large mural on the side of an abandoned bricked building on an empty street. It depicted the city abstractly. You looked up in admiration.

“We don’t have very many murals in my town. Just graffiti of random names,” You said to him. “It’s beautiful.”

You walked up to the mural, and as you got closer to the bricks, you reached out a hand, touching the paint gently, and running your fingers down the bricks. Zuko copied you, and his hand accidentally got a little too close to yours. His index finger lightly grazed your pinky. You both froze for a moment, taking in the rush that the contact gave. Zuko turned to you with a soft expression, which you returned.

“We should probably head back. Our food might be ready,” You said, nerves taking over you. You pulled your hand away from the bricks.

“Wait,” Zuko told you hurriedly. “I’ll regret not doing this.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, his hands found their way under your cheekbones. Zuko leaned forward and his eyes fluttered shut. His lips touched yours, causing a rush to race throughout your body. You immediately kissed him back, feeling like you’ve been deprived of his touch all your life. His lips moved quickly against yours like it was urgent. You opened your mouth slightly, welcoming his tongue, which seemed more than happy to enter. You eventually pulled away to catch your breath, both of you panting heavily. Zuko smirked and then leaned in for one more quick kiss, then another, then another, then another, pulling away for a second inbetween each one.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that since last night, but didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. I just really like you,” Zuko explained through his deep breaths. You grinned and pulled him back in for more to tell him you felt the same way. You eventually separated again, and you shared a smile with him.

“I like you too, Zuko. You replied, caressing his cheek, smiling and breathing out one final deep breath. “Let’s head back before our food gets cold.”

Zuko nodded with a small opened mouth smile. The two of you began your walk back, and he surprised you again by taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers.

As you walked back, you couldn’t help but think about transferring colleges.

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[sinner-as-saint]

Headcanons of the reader being a brat and slamming the bedroom door and locking it when Cherry!Seb is following her trying to talk to her because he told her no about something? (Also, welcome back 😌💗)

Ah, cherry!seb. Classic.

Mkay so you and Seb are arguing over something

And you decide to be a brat; so you throw some insults at him and walk away; knowing damn well he'd follow you

You hurry upstairs and walk into your bedroom and slam the door shut right in his face.

And you lock it so no matter how much he tries, he can't get in

And he's getting pretty pissed off - you can tell judging by the amount of times he pounds his fist against the door

"Babygirl," he says from the other side, as though daring you to keep acting up. "You know I'm not used to tolerating disobedience."

He pounds on the door again

"Baby open this door right now." he says out loud again.

But you don't listen, no. You're hell bent on testing his patience

At this point, the cause of the argument doesn't matter anymore, all you want is to act like a brat and see what he does

"Baby, I swear to God i will break this fucking door down" he's calm, but sounds menacing and you smirk a little

"Whatever, it's always just big talks with y-"

But you never get the chance to finish your sentence because with a few kicks, he eventually breaks the door down and storms into the room

He walks in with anger all over his face and it only intensifies when he sees you smirking - deriving pleasure out of making mad

He walks right over to your and holds you by your throat gently

You smirk, looking up at him.

"What were you saying babygirl?" you can tell, by the way he presses his body into you that this will only end up by you two fucking the frustration out of each other

And that's exactly what happens;

He throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you immediately

Perhaps he'd even restrain your hands to the headboard with his tie and have his way with you

Which is exactly what you wanted when you blew a little argument out of proportion

You wanted him to be wild and rough with you

And he was

He'd tease you with his tongue and his fingers; either edging you for as long as he could or making you cum multiple times and keep teasing you until you were super sensitive

He would make you moan and whine and fuck you so perfectly that you could feel your eyes watering more and more each time he'd thrust deep into you

"Been too easy on you, haven't I?"

"Spoilt you too much, now you're jyst being a disobedient brat!"

"Look at me," he'd grab you by the jaw and force you to look at him while he's pounding into you.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Your little slut mouth keeps running all day just because you want to get fucked like this, doesn't it?"

He'd pant, and growl and moan in your ear while he makes you scream his name - not caring about the fact that the door was down or that his guards might hear you from downstairs

He'd be a tease though, always edging for as long as possible

"No, no hold it. I like seeing how your body begs me to make you cum." he'd whisper against your lips; ramming his cock in and out of you

When he'd finally make you cum, you'd be a whimpering, tear-stained mess; trembling under him

He'd pull you into him, holding you close to his warm body

"You okay, baby?" he'd ask

And you'd nod, leaning more into his touch

He'd groan and sigh dramatically, "Why do i even put up with you?"

You'd giggle gently, your sore and worn out body limp against his. "Because you love me."

He'd hold you closer and agree.

"True. I do love you a lot, babygirl."