#let me know if you want me to add a pen name! -V

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

duties of the local hotel manager lesbian, plus one very desperate snake man

Sir Pentious: "PLEAAASSSSSE!!!"

Vaggie: "Ugh.” (reading clipboard) “Not now."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSE HELP ME!"

Vaggie: "I'm busy."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSSe? I will do anything! I, ah, I will do ALL the THINGSSS!!"

Vaggie: "I'm not giving you dance lessons! Do you know what my job here is?"

Sir Pentious: "YES! You are the expert in the loving of women!!"

Vaggie: "I'm hotel manager, and it's one woman singular-"

Vaggie: "Hostia! Let go!"

Sir Pentious: (clinging to her ankles) "I AM BEGGING YOU!"

Vaggie: "And what did I just say? No!"

Sir Pentious: "Help me, purple female! You're my only hope!!"

Vaggie: "Stop calling me that." (starts walks)

Sir Pentious: (still clinging) (getting dragging) "Forgive me! I will call you anything you want, anything you desssire!"

Vaggie: (glaring) (dragging him) "How 'bout my name."

Sir Pentious: "Your... name??"

Vaggie: "That thing I have that no one other than Charlie ever bothers to use-"

Vaggie: -just like the fucking hotel doormat."

Vaggie: "Alright WHO TRACKED BLOOD AND GUTS IN HERE AGAIN!?"

Charlie: (distant) "Not it!"

Sir Pentious: "I'm alssso innocssssent!"

Vaggie: (at charlie)"I know it wasn't you, sweetie! You like the brushy sound the mat makes too much NOT to use it." (at pentious) "And no shit it wasn't you, Pentious. You don't have legs."

Sir Pentious: "And I alwaysss wipe my tail!"

Charlie: "Speaking of wiping, can we add some more disinfectant to the shopping list? I think I'm about to use all ours up..."

Vaggie: "Sure thing. Use it up on what though?"

Charlie: "We-lll..."

Angel Dust: "Hey don't look at me like that, Cheery'O! Not my fault ya walked in without knocking first!"

Charlie: "Angel." (deep breath) "The library is a common area..."

Angel Dust: "Any common area can be a CUMming area if ya jerk at it hard enough~"

Charlie: "VAGGIEEEE! Disinfectant?!"

Vaggie: "On it." (scribbling on clipboard) "No problem."

Sir Pentious: "SSORDID SSSALASCIOUSS SPIDER! Sssee? Aren't I a better guessst than he isss? Perhapss dessserving of one, ssssmall favor?? I do not befoul the hotel with my bedroom bodily fluidsss!"

Vaggie: "No, you just keep blowing holes in it."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhh! Blowing!"

Sir Pentious: "Aha! Not thiss week I haven't!!!"

Charlie: "Angel, not that I don't appreciate the help but, could you maybe not lounge right on the shelf I'm trying to look through-?"

Vaggie: "Really? No major property damage in seven whole days?"

Angel Dust: "I'm finding the perfect book for ya, Charlie chip. Here, look!"

Sir Pentious: "Oh ah, welll, there might be a sssmall hole sssomewhere.."

Charlie: "...you know Moby Dick is about a whale, right?"

Vaggie: "I guess it's still improvement."

Angel Dust: "And gaaaaaay shit yeah."

Charlie: "I'm kinda looking for a bedtime story..."

Sir Pentious: "Improvement yes exsssactly! Jussst has my DANSSCING could be improved!"

Angel Dust: "Two dudes share a bed an' everything in this and ya share one with Vaggity Fair. Perfect fit, I tell ya."

Vaggie: (groaning) "Not this again...."

Charlie: "...I guess.. she does like nautical things like ships..."

Charlie: ".. hey why are some pages stuck together OH ANGEL DUST EW!"

Angel Dust: "That's a five star review right there ain't it?"

Charlie: "I mean I GUESS so but UGH!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? Content warning for the book- the whale kills Ahab at the end."

Charlie: "He WHAT!? No!"

(thump)

Charlie: "BUT- but they're FRIENDS! BESTIES!"

Vaggie: "Not when your dad isn't reading the story sweetie, sorry."

Charlie: "Nooooooo...!"

Angel Dust: "Eh, nothin' some porn without plot fic can't fix. You can be the whale mermaid, V Gal can be the broody crazy ship captain, an' by the third paragraph someone's getting harpooned reeeeeal good and deeep-"

Charlie: "Stop helping me, please."

Angel Dust: "Nah. I'm too booored. Ya place is booooring, Charlie chip."

Sir Pentious: "I disssagreee! WHOLEHEARTEDLY!"

Charlie: "Thanks, Pen!"

Sir Pentious: "YOU ARE MOSSST WELCOME!"

Sir Pentious: (stares up at vaggie hopefully) (tail wagging)

Vaggie: "Pentious...." (sigh)

Vaggie: "Look. How the fuck do you even expect me to teach you dancing stuff when all you have is a tail? Do I look like I know how to do tail dances?"

Sir Pentious: "I DO NOT KNOW! I have no expertissssse in dancssssing! That issss why I sssso dessssperately require your help, oh wissssse and fearful hotel manager!!"

Vaggie: "Still not my name."

Sir Pentious: "PLEEEEEEEEESE-"

Vaggie: "Hold that thought. TO THE OTHER NON-CHARLIE IDIOTS LIVING HERE! Why won't you use the fucking doormat? What the fuck kind of first impression are you trying to make the hotel have!?"

Husk: (slumped over bar) "If we were aiming for a fucking honest impression, we'd need more blood and shit in this place."

Niffty: "Ooooh~" (puts two bugs and some ice in cocktail shaker and shakes) "Blooood."

Husk: "Case in fucking point you little creep."

Niffty: (GIGGLES)

Sir Pentious: "I! I think thisss isss a fine and upssstanding essstablissshment!!"

Husk: "Then you're a dumbass."

Sir Pentious: (HISS) "Ssslander! I DO NOT EVEN HAVE AN ASSSS!"

Vaggie: "Ignore him. Go back to sleeping off the hangover, Husk. You're still shit company right now."

Husk: (grumbles) (curls up under wing)

Niffty: (drapes washcloth over him and pulls out needle) "Blooood..?"

Vaggie: "No Niffty, whoever did this should deal with it this time. You go, uhhh- go catch and juice some more cockroaches or something-"

Angel Dust: "DID YA SAY JUICY COCK-"

Vaggie: "ROACHES YOU MORON! Bugs! Small unsexy creepy crawlies! And so help me you'd BETTER be unsexily helping Charlie decontaminate the library or I sWEAR-!"

Vaggie: "Wait I know those stupid dancing shoe tracks- maldita sea-!"

Vaggie: "ALASTOR!"

Alastor: (oozing from shadows) "Yeeees~?"

Vaggie: "These your shoe marks?"

Alastor: "Indeed they are! And I am TOUCHED you know me so well!"

Vaggie: "Wipe your feet next time. Or do I need to grab you by the scruff of your neck and rub your face in the mess you've made?"

Alastor: "Oh that won't be necessary my dear, even if you WERE capable of it!"

Vaggie: "So you know how to use a doormat?"

Alastor: "Of course~ I am QUITE skilled-"

Vaggie: "Great. Then wipe your feet."

Alastor: "..Now?"

Vaggie: "Now."

Alastor: "......"

Sir Pentious: (tugging at his pants leg) "Do asss sssshe ssasys, pleasse! I need her in a good mood!"

Alastor: "Hm..."

Alastor: (steps out of each and onto the mat) (whips shoes)

Alastor: "Satisfied?"

Vaggie: "Getting there. Now clean up your mess before Niffty has to."

Alastor: "Oh I wouldn't want to DEPRIVE her! All that fresh blood and viscera? You know how much she adores-"

Vaggie: "Then she can go out and clean the streets of hell in her free time for all I care but in this hotel she is not gonna waste her time picking up after you just because you can't be bothered to show her, or the HOTEL, a little fucking respect. You clean this up. Got it?"

Alastor: "You know, my dear." (shadows looming) "I'm not entirely certain you yourself 'get' wHo you ArE tALkINg TO....."

Sir Pentious: "AHHH!" (cowers behind vaggie) "SSSAVE ME MOTH WOMAN!"

Vaggie: (at alastor) "Ohh. Terrifying."

Vaggie: (at pentious) "Also not my name."

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Charlie!"

Charlie: (distracted) "Listen to Vaggie, Alastor! She's hotel manager for a reason- Oh EW what oh shit-"

(cRASH)

Vaggie: "Babe?"

Charlie: "I'm okay, I'm fine!!! We didn't need that glass cabinet anyway, not after what Angel Dust did all over it yesterday!"

Angel Dust: "SIX TIMES bab-y!"

Vaggie: "I don't want to know." (points at alastor) "You heard her."

Alastor: "I.. did."

Vaggie: "Then get cleaning."

Alastor: (sweeping bow as shadows start cleaning) "My pleasure my dear! Anything to stave off the inevitable FAILURE of this quaint little venture and so prolong your DAILY SUFFERING~"

Vaggie: (checking clipboard) "Uh-huh whatever."

Vaggie: (heads for door) (stops)

Vaggie: "Pentious. Let. GO."

Sir Pentious: "But-! Danssscing???"

Vaggie: "No."

Sir Pentious: (wailing) "Mercy, spear wielder! Take pity on meeeee!!!!!"

Vaggie: "Spear wielder? Seriously? Are you allergic to my name?"

Sir Pentious: "H-how could anyone be have an adverssse reaction to ssssomething sssso marvelousss ass-"

Vaggie: (crosses arms) "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Errr..... it???"

Vaggie: "My name."

Sir Pentious: "Oh! OH YESSS your NAME of coursssse!! Which issss lovely, but ah. Ah- that would be too- it would be too INFORMAL! Yesss! I am not worthy!"

Vaggie: "You don't know what my name is do you."

Sir Pentious: "I DO!!! Obviousssly!!"

Vaggie: "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Um..."

Vaggie: "Say my name, one time, and I'll pencil you in later for dancing tips."

Sir Pentious: "......that'ssss very.. generoussss... yesss, thank you...."

Sir Pentious: "...Erm...."

Sir Pentious: "....Miss... Morningsstar'ssss mate?"

Husk: (SNORTS)

Alastor: "Well I DO suppose that one COULD say~"

Vaggie: "I'm leaving." (pries pentious off) "Don't follow me."

Sir Pentious: "AH NO! NO I KNOW IT!!! Your name isss- VAGELISS!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? I'm heading out now, okay babe?"

Sir Pentious: "V- VIGILANTY???"

Charlie: "Okay! Love you, kissing you, missing you already! Be safe!!"

Sir Pentious: "VIRGINA! No ah, no wait-"

Vaggie: (blows kiss in charlie's direction) "Love you too sweetie~"

Sir Pentious: "You are VIRGINITY!!!!"

Husk: "HA."

Angel Dust: "Is she?!"

Charlie: "Noooope!"

Vaggie: "My name's a lot less ironic than that. Life didn't shit on me that hard." (heading out the door)

Sir Pentious: "NooooOOOOO!" (wiggling after her)

Sir Pentious: "Sssweet lesssbian, ssspare me! I would be on my kneesss if I had any! SSCION OF SSSSSAPPHO I IMPORE YOU- APHRODITE HASSS SSSTRIKEN ME WITH LONGING FOR A PYROTECHNIC HAZZZARD!!!!"

Vaggie: (stops)

A bug: (scurries by frantically) (pursued by cackling niffy)

Vaggie: "...you know Sappho's stuff?"

Sir Pentious: "Yesss? Ssshe isss, one of the greatessst loversss of women in hissstory! Asss a fellow lover of women, I admire her greatly!!"

Charlie: "Oh my dad- my dad and mom did to!!! Neat!"

Vaggie: "Hmm. I... guess..."

Sir Pentious: (eyes huge) "You, guesssss..?"

Vaggie: "Fine. I'll trade help with the shopping bags for a couple of dance lessons tonight. Fair?"

Sir Pentious: "Yess? YESSS! Mossst fair!" (claps hands) "MINIONS-!"

Vaggie: "No minions. You want the lessons you carry the bags."

Sir Pentious: "Ma'am!" (salutes) "My noodlessssque armsss are at your sssservissce!"

Vaggie: "I guess they're also gonna be what we mainly focus on in dancing."

Sir Pentious: "Oh- isss the bag carrying, for practicess then??"

Vaggie: (flexing shoulders) (wincing) "Uh, sure."

Sir Pentious: "P-practicesss for dipping my dansssce partner, or for getting dipped???"

Vaggie: "Whatever floats your boat. Ship. Whatever."

Sir Pentious: "Then I sssshall do my besst! Anything for HER!!"

Vaggie: "That's the woman-loving spirit."

Sir Pentious: "Ssssweet victory ssshall be mine at lassst! By the way, what ISSS your name?"

Vaggie: "You were close. It's very gay."

Sir Pentious: "You are miss Very Gay???"

Vaggie: "These days? Yeah. I sure am."

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Maths genius (Michael Gavey x Reader)

synopsis: You ask your class mate for a tutor session under the guise of desperately needing it. To his surprise he gets something much better than having to try to teach a girl maths.

warnings: flirting, smut, a bit of dry humping, p in v sex, afab reader

word count: 2.7k

taglist: @fan-goddess @hopelesswritergall

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A/N: Writers block still has me tight in it´s clutches, but I´ve watched Saltburn for the first time today and I didn´t want to write on this for another week so here you have my first Michael Gavey fic.

As you walk into the otherwise quiet library the clicking of your heels fills the room. Prompting a few students to turn their heads and look. You don't think much about them as you take a book from the large shelves and spot a person from your lectures. Michael Gavey. So you decide to sit down close to him. You had always thought him to be rather cute. Even if nerdy and slightly off putting, still.

You focus back on the book in front of you. However, in a matter of minutes however your confident posture crumbles to a confused expression.

It takes another while for you to look up from the book in frustration. So you miss the way he avoids eye contact at all costs. Yet you search it out nevertheless.

"Hey, you are Michael Gavey, right?" You speak quietly as to not disturb the other students.

“Uh yeah” His tone is nothing short of standoff-ish and at the same time surprised. It is clear that he wasn’t expecting to be spoken to.

It takes you back slightly, but you continue nonetheless. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you, but we are in the same class."

“Oh, we are. I don’t remember your name though.”

You offer him your name with a small smile. You understand that he hadn't had the easiest time connecting with your classmates, so you made a point to be different from them.

"Say, you are like a certified maths genius. Do you do tutoring?" You switch seats to sit right across the table from him.

A not entirely recognizable spark lights up behind the glasses as you do so.

“Uh… I don’t tutor or anything. Are you having trouble?” His tone softens ever so slightly.

"Yes. I have been falling behind ever since we started the new topic. I just don't get it. At all." You play with a strand of your hair and lean forward a bit in the hopes to make him say yes.

As soon as he identifies your flirting you can see he draws a blank. It's honestly kinda cute.

“Well, m-maybe you want to come over to my place later..." When he realizes that that could sound weird taken out of context, he quickly adds "So I can teach you.”

"That would be just great, but I thought maybe we could meet up at my dorm?”

You take one of your fingers to trace small patterns into the back of his hand. You know you are laying it on thick, it´s visible in the uncertain spark behind the nerdy glasses, lighting up his piercing blue eyes.

“Yeah, of course! Let’s do your room. What building are you in?” The way Michael nods so fast you are scared that his glasses fall off, makes you hide a giggle behind your hand.

"Gimme your hand." You grab a pen and pull his hand towards you.

When you write your room number onto the inside of his wrist, Michael´s eyes lock with yours like a deer in headlights.

“Got it. I’ll be over at 7:00. Will that work?”

"That works perfectly actually. I'll see you then." You give him a wink and strut away with what Michael believes to be a bit of a spring in your step.

“Um... yeah... see you then.”

His eyes follow your retreating form until you are out of sight, before he looks down at your note again, while you smile to yourself. There is only one more lecture separating you from your little `date´.

One lecture and one clothing change later, you are just about to freshen up your lipgloss when a faint knock can be heard from the door. Right on the time that you agreed upon. Michael looks down to his shuffling feet on the ground when you open the door to him, which gives you the advantage of seeing his full reaction to seeing your clothes. Bit by bit his blue eyes wander up over the thigh high stockings, pausing at the pleated skirt and over the oversized sweater until they come to a halt on your face. Instantly any sound of your name dies on his tongue.

“I um… I’m here for the… the math lesson.” He mumbles. It's almost comical how his face reddens as he pushes the glasses up his nose.

The reaction elicits a giggle from you. It is obvious that there will be a lot done tonight, but studying wouldn't take up the biggest part of it.

"Come on in." You take a step back to make way for his tall figure to enter your room.

He nods once as he does so. His gaze getting drawn back to you as he tries to maintain eye contact.

“You look… uh…”

"I look...?" It's kind of fun to see him struggle like this.

“H-hot. You look really hot and it’s distracting.” He quickly looks down so as to avoid your gaze again to hide the worsening of the blush. "So, where do we start?”

"At the beginning, maybe?" You smirk.

“Yeah… good point.” He sits down at the desk while you lean over him.

As he opens your book and begins to explain to you the foundations of the topic you let your breasts graze Michael's back and arm deliberately every now and again to put him off. It's not a hard task, with every brush of your sweater against his shirt, he stumbles over his words. It is palpable that no matter how hard he is trying to concentrate on the work in front of him, your body pulls his eyes away from the book again and again. At one point you even think you can see his length twitch underneath the cargo shorts. Letting this go on for as long as you can, you eventually put on a seemingly concerned and innocent face and lay a hand on his forehead as if to feel his temperature.

"My... You are so warm. Are you feeling well?"

Behind his eyes the wheels are turning in a desperate attempt to think of a clever response, but at this point it is just impossible. As soon as you placed your hand on Michael's forehead, all that comes out is “I-I… uh… I… “

"Come, sit on the bed. I think we should take a break from studying." You gently take his hands in yours to lead him over to the edge of your bed.

A lead without even thinking about it. The urge to just give himself up to you is building rapidly by the second.

“S-sorry. Uh… I mean I… “

"Shhh." You lay your finger under his chin to keep his gaze locked with yours. "Is this your first time?"

"Yes." Michael breathes out.

"Stop me if I go too far..." You murmur against his lips, closing your eyes just before you lean down more for your lips to meet in a feather light brush.

A shiver went through his previously relaxed body and his hot breath hit your lips harder as he kissed back. Your hand that currently holds him by the chin wanders upwards to cup one of Michael's cheeks. His hands begin to slide down the outside of your thigh, suddenly pulling you onto his lap. As he does so, the fabric of the skirt bunches at your waist. The action provokes your breath to falter and to press your body as close to his as possible. Instinctively your lips open further, to allow for a more intense kiss. One of Michael´s hands wanders behind your back to support you on his lap and then, finally, he moves his lips to your neck, giving it a soft bite.

"Oh, Michael." You whimper as his teeth graze your skin. Grinding your core against his lap as a reaction.

His hands wander further up under the fabric of your sweater, cold skin caressing warm skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Don't stop kissing me, please." Your words are barely a shuddering whisper.

His mouth leaves your neck and moves down your body to kiss your chest through the thick sweater. Sucking on your nipples until there are two wet spots staining it. The bundled nerves standing hard at attention, but your sweater is in the way of what you are doing, so his hands wander from just under your ribs further up. With a tingle running down your spine you lift your arms up in aiding him to throw the piece of fabric to the side. Not caring where it lands. You are all too glad to lose it. He too doesn't waste a single second and litters your breasts with kisses and nibbles. This time though, you feel a tug at the hem of your skirt.

The sensation makes your desire for him grow incredibly high. The zipper on the side  gets opened fast and in a swift motion you lift your body off his lap just long enough to kick it aside. There is no time or need for words.

"Your body is incredible." The words hit your skin between heavy breaths as his hands run over your stomach, rubbing tight circles into the soft skin before continuing to wander down to massage your thighs. Michael's lips wander further down your body as well to follow suit. His warm tongue traces down your middle from the valley between your breasts down to just about your belly button. Your reaction to his teasing came instantly in the form of a quiet moan. Which got followed by a knock at your door. Assuming it was just your friend that forgot something the other day, you don't make an effort to stop what you are currently doing. She needed to learn eventually after all, a notion which gets you an uncertain look from Michael beneath you.

But you only place a finger on your lips in a sign to be quiet.

"Shhh" You whisper to him and then thread your hands into his short hair to guide his face right in front of your exposed chest. Something he willingly allows, attaching his lips to nibble at your bosom. Littering it with bite marks and hickeys, tracing every little curve of it. The ministrations get you to completely forget about the knock on the door just a second ago and also the one rule you set after it. Yet at his needy nibbles and licks you can't help being unable to hold back the squeal of enjoyment that sounds through the room.

In a hurry Michael moves his mouth away from your chest and covers your mouth with one of his hands.

“Shhhhh... Your friend will hear us.” His palm lays snug against your face, so as not to let any sounds through. Something that you allow until you get a better idea. Unbothered if the two of you can be heard any longer, you warp your lips around Michael´s long, slender fingers to swirl your tongue around them teasingly.

A shock of warmth goes through his body, making itself noticeable by the way his face burned. When you feel like he had been teased enough, you let his hand free with a wet `pop´

Immediately they get replaced by his lips once more as they catch yours in a searing kiss, at which you let out a most sinful sounding moan.

“Fuck…” Both of you curse under your breaths simultaneously.

By now he has done a great job at making you desperate for more and so your trembling fingers move down to work at the buttons of his shirt. It takes a while, but eventually and with a bit of teamwork, you are able to throw it to the ground as well. Just then Michael leans all the way back until his back lays flat against the mattress. The new position makes it easier for you to grind against him, a chance you use immediately by running your barely covered cunt over the tent in the blond's pants.

"I need more..." A tiny whimper passes Michael's lips. "Need to be inside of you."

At his words your hands stop caressing his body and come down to fumble open the button of his pants. Though you don't entirely grant him his wish yet. The moment is too good to not stretch out. His pants and underwear get pulled down barely as far as they need to, before you grind on his dick again. As you do so, his member twitches up to tease your covered clit, which makes your head fall back and mouth open to make way for steadily heavier growing breaths.

When you lean forward to lock your swollen lips with his again however you move your hips a bit too far. So as you move them backwards again you only have a short moment to process the fact that his cock had slipped past the lace panties and entered your fluttering, wet heat.

“You´re so tight.” Michael can´t fight off or quieten the loud moan any longer, but the complete lack of stimulation after what you had done previously began to get to you.

“Shit. Michael I really need you to move or else I´m going crazy.” Though it wasn´t an ask from your side it also wasn´t a command, yet the blond followed it instantly. His hands gripped your hips tightly and set a slow rhythm by guiding your movements to meet his thrusts.

Both of your moans, groans, whines and whimpers fill the room along with the wet slapping of skin against skin.

”Feels so good, Michael. Feel so good inside of me.” You lean back and prop yourself up on his thighs, allowing you to fasten the movements of your hips.

“I´m not going to last much longer. You´re so wet and perfect.” He mumbles as the flush on his cheeks darkened and spreading over his face until it reached the tips of his ears.

His cock twitches inside of you as if to underline that statement. So you lead one of his hands away from your hips to your throbbing clit. Picking up on your actions Michael's thumb rubs small, tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Reveling in the way your walls flutter even further around his length, bringing him closer to the edge as your noises become even more urgent and high pitched.

“Come for me.” You say when you feel yourself get close as well. It is a whisper at first, but with a little concentration from that hazy brain of yours, you are able to repeat it a little louder. “Come for me, now.”

The blond´s eyes roll back into his head, one last whimper leaves his lips and then the feeling of warm ropes of cum filling your core floods your body. His hips stutter in their movements, but yours are from done. Continuously and relentlessly they drive you up and down on his cock. Soon after Michael you get overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, forcing you to sit back in his lap as your legs and hips shake from the climax. Swaying back and forth on top of him for a while, before you are able to catch your breath and think straight again.

“Shit…” You hear Michael whisper beneath you.

Looking down at him, you can´t conceal a giggle at how entirely fucked out he looks. His hair is mussed and his glasses sit slightly crooked on that sharp nose. It´s almost comical.

The two of you take some more time to come back to reality and get dressed again.

“I better be going now.” Michael croaks, lingering close to you for a second. Uncertain if he should say what he was thinking. “But um… If you would like to have another study session some time… I wouldn´t be opposed to that.”

“I wouldn´t be opposed to it at all either.” Followed your flirty response.

It surprises him visibly, though he manages to sort himself out rather quickly.

“Do you mean that?” He inquires.

“I surely do. Give me your number and I´ll call you.” It is more of a suggestion, but he gives you his number so fast you almost have trouble catching it the first time. Snapping your phone shut after saving it, you turn to look back at Michael.

“I can´t wait to see you again.” You wink and give a small, alluring wave.

[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 2: Double Penetration

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 802

Prompt: Double penetration

Warnings: smut (p in v), double penetration, fingering, oral (f receiving), swearing, pet names [baby], praise

my masterlist | kinktober masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary

Bucky presses you down on the mattress, the bulk of his body covering yours as he kisses you passionately. “You really think you’re ready?” You nod, eyes twisting shut as his hands roam over your body.

“She seems to think she’s ready, Buck,” Steve whispers, running his hand along Bucky’s spine. “Why don’t we let her show us.”

Bucky is on you in a flash, kissing and nipping along your neck and collarbones. Steve’s hands drift over your body, squeezing and massaging. The two men work you up until your head is spinning with need, just the way they like you.

It doesn’t take long for metal fingers to trace along the seam of your panties, cool against your heated body, and you gasp at the temperature difference. Bucky grins down at you, loving how responsive you are.

Together, Bucky and Steve work your panties down your legs and begin to take you apart with their fingers and tongues. It overwhelms your senses, feeling so much all at once, but the two men keep you grounded in the moment with words of praise and love.

You can feel nervousness and excitement in the air. The three of you have been working up to this for quite some time now, and you can tell they’re eager. They work hard to bring you to the edge, heat tightening in your belly.

“Please,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in Steve’s hair. “Please fuck me, Stevie.” He moans against your pussy and smiles, circling your clit with his tongue. Bucky’s fingers curl to hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back, and the band in your belly snaps. Steve pulls away and watches you come undone, clearly pleased, before guiding Bucky away.

You hear shuffling and the tearing of wrappers, and a moment later, Steve helps you into the position he wants you in. He lays down and guides you on top of him, and you line his cock up with your entrance. Bucky kneels behind you, kissing the soft skin of your shoulder.

“You’re gonna look so fucking pretty taking both of us,” he whispers in your ear. You grin, sinking down on Steve’s cock. He groans, gripping your hips with his big hands, guiding your movements.

Bucky slides his fingers down your body, feeling where Steve is pumping inside of you. You shiver when he adds a finger alongside Steve’s cock. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this to you, stretching you and getting you used to the feeling, but you know this time will end differently.

You take deep breaths while Bucky adds another lubricated finger, and Steve helps you through it by sliding this thumb over your clit, gently teasing it.

“I think she’s ready,” Bucky says to Steve, the two men exchanging a heated glance. Electricity thrums through your body, anticipation thick in the air. Bucky removes his hand, and Steve steadies you, halting your movements.

You rise up until just the tip of Steve’s dick is inside of you, and Bucky lines himself up, biting down on your shoulder. Four hands grip your body, easing you down. The stretch burns, and you screw your eyes shut, but those hands tease and graze over your clit and nipples, bringing you pleasure right along with the pain.

Bucky and Steve both hold their breaths, holding themselves back while you adjust to the feeling of taking both of them. You release a loud moan when they’re fully inside of you, and your whole body shakes at the sensation.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Bucky rasps, thrusting his hips with each word. Steve groans, biting his lip to the point where he draws blood. They work in unison, pumping into you with measured thrusts, but you can tell the longer it goes on, the more their control is slipping.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, your mind melting into a puddle of pleasure. You’re putty in their strong hands.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Steve praises. “Look so perfect taking both of us.” Their careful pace stutters, and as if a switch has been flipped, they both begin to rut into you with deep, hard thrusts. Your body hums, succumbing to an orgasm that takes you by surprise. It drags you under, stealing your breath, and all you can do is hold on as Steve and Bucky follow you under.

The two men ease you onto the bed before they dispose of their condoms. You suck in deep breaths as you come down from the high. Bucky and Steve lay down, one on either side of you, and press kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose. They hold you close, warming you with their bodies and whispering to you how proud they are, how much they love you, how perfect you are for them.

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[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Let me hit (document your feeding habits)

In which Cathrine does what she has to in the name of science and Edward gets a more than tasty meal out of it.

Warning;spicy;blood drinking; aphrodisiac kind of? Full pen

It is touch grass Saturday today hope you enjoy-

“Are you sure about this?🫢😳😏”

His hands caressed her sides as she straddled him, she was scribbling in her notebook as she quickly nodded in agreement. She wasn’t looking at him as she had pure concentration on ensuring she wrote down every little thing Ed did.

“Hmmm…I don’t think you are Cathrine 😟😞😜”

He gently grabbed her by the chin lifting her head up to meet his gaze, she was blushing slightly as she quietly placed her book to the side. He rubbed his thumb against her bottom lip watching in amusement as her eyes widened at his actions, he pulled her closer pressing her against him as his hand squeezed at her waist in assurance, sighing softly as he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.

When she proposed this research into the effects of drinking her blood, her intrigue in how her slowly transforming anomalous blood might affect Ed. He eagerly agreed warning her that she might get affected by him, not that she didn’t already know this. It’s something that adds to the appeal of it all, she could see the affects of the vampire bite in real life, the books she read always went more in the raunchy side instead of anything else more comprehensive to delve into.

Though she could see why…

He pressed another kiss and then another, trailing down to her neck as one of his long finger traced the vein on her neck. He told her they’d need to get into the mood before jumping to his drinking session, he needed to ease her into it.

She was wearing an oversized red jumper and a short black skirt, Ed hastily used his other hand to help yank her Jumper off, licking his lips at the sight of her dark red lacy bra. Her blush went even deeper as he started pressing kisses around her breast instead, she fluttered her eyes as her hands slid inside his shirt ghosting her fingers against his chest before getting distracted when she realised he had V lines, she slowly traced over them watching herself in a slight trance as she did.

“Does being a vampire always mean you’re in good shape?”

Ed trailed his kisses all the way up to her ear, relishing in the light gasp that escaped her as he nipped her ear.

“How about you take it off and find out my flower?”

He lowered his voice breathily whispering it in to her ear, causing Catherine to shiver, letting out a light moan as she followed his instruction. He leaned back giving her a chance to swiftly undo everything, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and lust as his perfect form was revealed to her, she begun once again tracing over his body following his ab lines all the way to his v lines, Ed just watched in amusement trying to not let her delicate touches drive him mad as a deep want started to build up within him.

Her fingers kept dipping lower before going all the way back up, a slight smirk on her face as she did so enjoying the way she had Ed at her mercy beneath her.

But deciding he can’t handle it anymore he grabbed her hand stopping her movement as he pulled her neck closer to him; keeping a hold of it he gently guided her to tilt her head back giving him move access as he littered her neck with kisses before he begun to lick at where the vein was in her neck, his hands moving away from keeping her head in place as they started to explore the rest of her body.

Wandering hands carressing whatever he could get his hands on as he sucked hard at her neck, Cathrine wrapped her arms around his neck again as she tried to hold back her moans, slightly embarrassed at how easy it was to get her to fold.

That all ended when she felt the graze of his Fangs, her breath hitched as she waited for him to bite into her. Instead, he gave it another chaste kiss enjoying the way Cathrine frowned as her anticipation was drowning in slight disappointment. He chuckled against her neck as he placed more delicate kisses around the bruising area. He let out a groan as he felt her squirm against him, dragging his teeth against her neck once more as a moan escaped her.

He leaned back once again making her let out a small whine, his hands travelled to her back, deftly taking off her bra as he tried to stop himself drooling at the sight of her breasts spilling out.

He brought her closer once again, kissing her neck once again with more fever, he let out another groan as he pressed his fangs into her, he felt her let out a loud gasp as she clung onto him, she felt a sharp pain before pleasure started to spread out throughout her, has he pushed his fangs in harder she couldn’t help the loud moan that came out of her, it felt so intense as the heat spread throughout her.

He licked up the blood that tried to run down her neck before he started to drink her, eyes rolling back as the taste hit him, itd been so long since he tasted blood. He licked and sucked as he felt her start to lose herself, she dug her nails into him as she tilted her neck further given him more access as she grinds against him, letting out a string of moans as the effects started taking over.

He started trailing his kisses down biting randomly and groaning as she grinded directly onto his clothed dick, the blood and the pleasure driving him crazy.

He couldn’t handle both at the same time…not right now.

He flipped her onto her back, chuckling at the squeal she let out as she looked up at him with half lidded eyes. She brought her hands to his face rubbing circles against his cheek with one as he turned his face into the other giving it another kiss.

“My love… there are other things I can feed on as well.”

He hand dragged down her body ensuring to trace over her nipples before finding its way under her skirt, slowly torturing her as he rubbed excruciatingly slow and long circles around her clothed clit her underwear already soaked making him drool, he grinned maniacally as she squirmed against him.

“Ed-“

She bit her lip trying to hold back the loud whine she could feel making its way out, her hand quickly went to grip Ed’s wrist as he put more pressure into it.

He leaned down capturing her in a passionate kiss as their tongues danced with eachother, her moans escaping into him as she dragged him closer to her. He bit her bottom lip and smiled into their kiss as she let out a yelp, he could taste her blood seeping into the kiss as he sucked st her lip, when he pulled away he felt his nonexistent breath get taken away.

Doe red eyes looking into his in pure lust as her bruised and bleeding lips shone, she had a blush dusted across her face and her neck was covered in bites and bruises, his bites and his bruises, some still slightly bleeding. He started licking up the escaping blood feeling her get more wet as he did, he hissed out as he slid his thumb under her panties bringing it up to her mouth for her to taste, she moaned at the taste swirling her tongue around his thumb as she bucked desperately into the air. He kindly brought his thumb back down to where she needed it most.

When a vampire bites into their meal they can use certain…assistant methods to help the pain be easier for their person; the aphrodisiac can take a while and affects both vampire and their chosen person.

He started kissing around her chest, he licked from her chest bone to her nipple, sucking and nipping as she arched herself into him. He kissed just above her nipple, sucking hard before biting down once again, she whimpered as she felt his thumb slow down.

“Please…”

She whimpered out her hands clutching his hair as she tried to grind against his thumb, trying to get any sort of relief as he completely stopped touching her clit, he just left it resting just above where she so desperately needed him to touch.

He moaned moving onto her other nipple this time dotting small bites all around it as she continued pleading.

His hands gripped her waist as he pulled her back up into a straddling position, watching in pure delight as she grinded hard into him almost immediately.

“My my someone’s feeling desperate…”

She kissed his again, nails racking against his scalp as he grinded against her unable to resist the delicious feeling, his hands resting at her waist as he closed his eyes getting lost in the kiss as Cathrine felt herself go absolutely feral.

Her hands started trailing down to grab at his belt but Ed just grabbed at them pulling away as he smiled at Cathrine.

“You don’t want to?”

Cathrine asked nervously.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! Don’t feel any pressure Ed we can st-“

He laughed openly and loudly at her as the usually distracted and cold Cathrine was trying to comfort him. They both wanted this, it’s why he easily agreed to her experiment why she proposed it in the first place he supposed-a combination for her need for him and her thirst for knowledge easily satisfied in one swoop.

He sighed arms snaking around her as he leaned closer to her, sneaking a kiss as she looked at him self doubt invading her eyes as she looked at him for reassurance.

“That is the complete of what I want my love…it’s just I’m still quite hungry and I was wondering if I could have dessert?”

She looked at him wide eyed as he whisper that against her lips, he grinned at her as his hands slid underneath the straps of her underwear, rubbing circles around her hips squeezing randomly as she let out light whimpers eyes fluttering as she tried to collect herself.

She gulped as she felt the heat pool between her legs as he uttered those words, he felt rock hard underneath her as she slowly rocked herself against him, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath as she tilted her neck towards him, she grinned at him causing her lip to bleed again and he watched as it trickled down her chin getting more turned on at the sight before he lapped up the blood pulling her into another kiss as he undid his belt.

“That’s not what i had in mind my love.”

He kissed her once again, distracting her as he unzipped her skirt, she pulled back and got off his lap as she slipped it off.

Ed pulled her back onto his lap, unable to cope without her touching him in some sort of way.

“Fuck Ed…I didn’t realise how much-“

How much her insanity was taking her over as she needed to feel him touching her, kissing her anything he’d do to her, she’d welcome it, her experiment pushed to the far corner of her mind.

“I’m so thirsty my love, I need you to help me please…please my love”

He was breathing heavily, his voice coming out whiny and breathless as he gripped at her waist in an attempt to ground himself.

“What do you need?! I’ll give you anything you need…”

Fuck she knew how vampires got their victims so easily.

He threw his head back groaning as he ripped at her panties, the lacy pair falling to pieces as Ed couldn’t hold himself back.

“I need to taste you.”

It was guttural as he growled out those words, he guided her off his lap once again as he laid down onto his back.

She straddled him once again looking down as he tried to pull her up.

“Cathrine, your place is here-not there”

He pointed at his face as he dragged her forwarded, she let out a giggle as she leaned down to kiss him, dotting kisses all around his face.

He pouted resting his hands on her thighs rubbing light circles on them.

“Cathrine…”

He whined out, his voice light and airy as he breathed heavily. She kissed him once more before pulling herself up, Edward eyes widened at the sight before him as she hovered over him, he was practically drooling as he saw how wet she was, she was dripping as she nervously looked down at him.

“I…I’ve never done this before…”

Ed thought he was going to combust, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his hands caressed their way to her waist.

“It’s okay my love, I’ve got you.”

He sounded strained as he gently pulled her onto his face, sighing in relief as he finally got a taste. He heard her let out a light gasp as he slowly took his time making his way to her clit, he was making sure he tasted every part of her.

He felt around for her hands finally finding them balled up on either side of his head, he grabbed one guiding it into his hair and tapped at her arm for her to do the same with the other. She gripped onto his hair and he returned his grip to her waist.

She let out another sharp gasp as he begun feverishly ate her out, slurping at her as he drank her juices, both of their moans echoed throughout the room, he shook his head relishing in the way she wailed in pleasure eyes rolling back as she slowly lost herself.

The grip on his hair was delicious as she started becoming more comfortable as she practically melted in his hold, she started slowly grinding against him as his tongue fucked her, she rolled her hips catching his nose on her clit making her let out a cry, she couldn’t stop herself after that.

Her hips rolling over his face as he flattened his tongue against her; she used her grip on his hair to anchor herself as relentless moans escaped her, Ed’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself become completely drunk on her, letting out a mantra of growls and moans as he devoured her.

She was breathing heavy, her legs shaking as she looked down at Ed, his pupils blown as he hungrily looked at her, sucking at her clit as he swirled his tongue around her maintaining eye contact as she trembled in his hold.

Her eyes rolled back as she went rigid in his hold, he held her in place as she let out a high pitched moan, he drank her up a lunatic starved as she cried out at the assault. Shaking erratically she felt the wave of pleasure overtake her as she relentlessly rode out her orgasm, Ed never stopping as he switched from fucking her hole to focusing on her clit erratically.

He moaned as he licked at his lips swirling his tongues inside her as she heaved out heavy breaths coming down from her orgasm as she tried to pull back.

“No.”

Ed demanded leaning up to lick at her again causing her to let out a broken moan as her hold tightened in his hair.

“Good girl…my good girl stay there for me nice and pretty…”

He was babbling now as he continuously licked stripes of her pussy as he become more drunk on her, groaning at her moans that sung to him, a mantra of his name breaking through them as he pulled her back down onto him as he started to devour her again.

Tears built up in her eyes as the overstimulation sent her into overdrive, wailing as he held onto her tears fell as the pain quickly turned to pleasure. The grip on her hips bordering the painful to pleasure line as Ed dug his nails in her, breaking skin and driving him more into a frenzy as blood slightly dripped down her waist, she grinded harshly against his face covering it in her juices as she drooled all over him, he shook his head once again hearing her let out a squeak as she completely shook in his hold, arching her back against him as she felt herself become close, she was arched pulling at Ed’s hair to bring his closer as she grinded against him, he nibbled at her clit as he sucked hard at her.

“Fuck Ed”

She screamed as she lost the small ounce of composure she had left.

Her eyes rolled as she came hard once again, Ed at least gave her a moment of reprieve as he pulled away. Allowing her to catch her breath as she released her hold on his hair.

He started biting and licking at her thighs cleaning up the mess that escaped him. She was shaking in his grasp, he chuckled at her whimpers as he pulled her back so she was now back to straddling him, leaning heavily onto his chest, he tucked the fallen strands of pink hair behind her ear gazing as she looked at him with half lidded eyes overwhelmed from the world breaking orgasms.

He leaned up pushing her back onto her back as she looked at him in surprise.

“Oh…?”

He grinned down at her, his fangs poking through as something else poked at her as well.

“It seems you’ve given me enough spirit my love~ will you be able to continue…”

He chuckled once again at her wide eyed gaze, he did seem more lively, his cheeks flushed there was more colour to his skin and as he excitedly caressed her thighs, her legs, her breasts. Leaning down to her hips as he licked her the blood that trickled down, licking his lips as he leaned back over to her face as he feverishly kissed her once more.

She didn’t know if it was the extra bites to her thigh or just the energy of the room or just her needing him but she could feel herself wanting more, despite feeling like her soul had been slightly drained at the previous action.

She brushed a hand against his cheek, giggling as he leaned into it endearingly as he looked at her with hopeful eyes.

“I’ll be able to continue…”

She breathed out, slightly embarrassed as the words left her. He kissed at her cheeks as he guided her legs into a mating press guiding her hand to hold onto one of her legs as he kept his grip on the other.

He pulled out his cock and her breath hitched as she caught sight of the girthy length, he was huge probably the biggest she’s ever had which she she didn’t know if that made her more turned on or more nervous-she decided more turned on as she soaked up the sight of his pre cum running down his cock as he gave it a few pumps, he rubbed the head at her slit rubbing his percum all over her before bringing it to her clit enjoying the sight as she let out a loud moan as he rubbed circles his eyes fluttering as he groaned at the pleasure, he had to have her now, he let out a sigh as he started to pressed himself into her.

He was being torturously slow as he ensured she felt every inch of him slide into her, sharp gasps and whines echoed throughout the room as her arms locked around him gripping for dear life as he stretched her out.

He waited until he bottomed out, slowly grinding into her before pulling all the way out, he did this a couple of times enjoying the way she cried against him begging him to go faster as she dug her nails into his back. He grabbed one of her hands pulling it back to her leg her knuckles went white as she gripped hard at it.

He could feel her twitching inside he could feel how warm she was and how it literally felt like he was going to melt inside of her, he let out a low growl as he started to fasten his pace delighting in the way her tits bounced as he begun rub slow circles on her clit.

He could hear how wet she was, feel how wet she was as her cum clung to him with every thrust, with every movement the sound of squelching followed as she clung to her leg for dear life as Ed brought his leg up to where her knee was being held down to pound deeper into her.

His pace was getting meaner and rougher as he pounded into her, Her moans filled the rooms as he used both hands to hold her legs down, keeping her completely at his mercy as he started whining and whimpering so close to cumming as he watched her eyes roll back.

“My love let me fill you up please, please be a good girl and take it nicely.”

He pleaded with her feeling himself get so close as he hid his face into the crook of her neck.

“Ye-yes please please please I need it I-fuck ple-“

She was creaming around him, she was so tight and warm and her tears rolled down her face as she came uncontrollably on his dick, it only took a few more thrusts for him to come completely undone as he pressed himself close to her emptying his load in her as she babbled into his ear, a mixture of pleas and praise spurning him on as he bit hard into her shoulder, moaning as he heard her cry out and tighten around him.

He kissed the spot as he kissed up her neck.

“Please just once more, I need one more…”

He released the hold on her thighs as she shakily wrapped her legs around him.

“Yes…please Eddy…”

The nickname set something off in him, not that he was holding back before but that control was gone as he begun to get addicted to the feeling of being inside of her.

She whined against him as he feverishly started his thrusts again, this time he couldn’t handle slow he needed to delve in right away, something Cathrine agreed with as she clung onto him for dear life. He pounded into her as the two of moaned in tandem as he continuously thrusted into her, the antique chair creaking as the legs tried to withstand Ed’s mean rhythm, much like Cathrine who was seeing stars as Ed leaned up using one arm to prop himself up and the other hand to wrap it around her throat.

His mean strokes combined with being gently choked sent her into overdrive. His pounding got more erratic as he felt himself about to cum again, she felt like she was about to explode as he tightened his hold against her neck slamming into her as she let out an strangled wail as she gushed all around him without any pre warning, the pleasure seeming to strike down on her like lightening as her eyes rolled back as wave after wave of her orgasm wracked through her body as heat exploded within her.

“Fuck that’s good my love that’s good I’m gonna fuck-“

She had never heard Ed swear like that before and in her blissed out state it sounded like an angel singing as he sloppily thrusted into her, his high whines echoing throughout the room as he pulled her close to him cumming inside and groaning as he felt her pussy swallow it up, he must’ve came too much as he felt some drip down his onto his base as he continuously pumped her with cum.

Both were breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breaths, covered in sweat as Cathrine tiredly dropped her legs from his waist as he collapsed on top of her nuzzling into his neck letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

He was still inside her, feeling her twitch as she tightly held him inside.

“My love…just once more…”

He murmured against her neck, he could feel the energy quickly slipping away from him as he devoured her, she let out a sleepy giggle as she kissed the side of his head. He wanted to use whatever was left on her, needing her to stay his even if it was just for a little while.

“Of course-let’s go again.”

Her voice came out croaky as she brought his head up guiding it to face her as she leaned up to kiss him, the two sharing a passionate sweet kiss as he desperately clung to her.

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“Hey hey-wowza you two sure had fun! Done with your experiment then?”

Rui strides into the room glancing around at the clothes thrown around the room, the antique chair whose legs were now broken nearly completely destroyed as the back was also cracked in two, before meeting eyes with Ed. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of having to clean this later, maybe he could try to convince Ed…

But It was 7am and way past Ed’s bed time as he laid cuddled against Cathrine in his bed. Rui had just received the text that it was safe to come in now, blessed that Lyca jumped at the chance to stay with Subaru for the night as Cathrine and Ed told them they’d need the house for their so called ‘experiment.’

He watched in curiosity as the insane gremlin herself was immersed at whatever Ed had put on his iPad. She was wearing one of his fancy robes a plethora of bites decorating her neck and from what he could see peeking out she had a small army of them on her chest too, she briefly looked up at Rui greeting him with a tired smile before leaning more onto Ed as she clicked onto the next video.

They both looked exhausted, Ed falling asleep but attempting to stay awake as though Cathrine will disappear if he fell asleep in that moment.

He spotted her notebook splayed open filled with an insane amount of writings and a filled out table with a shakily added section at the bottom.

“Soooo…did you come to a conclusion for your ‘experiment’?”

He rolled his eyes as he peeked at her findings eyes widening as it turned out she was very descriptive in her research notes.

“Hmmmm maybe, but I may need to look into it more…if that’s okay with Edward.”

She cautiously turned to look at him, slightly wincing as she did, he looked up at her pure adoration in his eyes as put the iPad on the bedside table and playfully pulled her into a laying down position as he snaked his arms around her once more and snuggled into her, sighing happily to himself.

“That would be wonderful☺️😳🥰 my flower 🌺❤️‍🔥🥀🥵😘”

[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

1. Two Full Days

"UZI, WHAT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD WEAR FOR SCHOOL????" N asks me.

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"I don't know, whatever is fine. You don't need cool clothes to make friends anyway." I mumble tired.

I got almost no sleep, it's the first time I had three other people in my room. And it's very weird.

"Uzii~ Can I kill-" V starts saying.

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"NO YOU CAN'T KILL ANYONE. YET." I yell at her, slapping my face.

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"Nah do whatever you want V, it's not like she can do anything to you." J says.

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"UGHHHHHHH Why did I let you all sleep in my room?" I start rumbling.

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"Because I asked you?" N says confused. I nod, then start banging my head on the dresser repeatedly.

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"Uzi you're going to break the closet." I hear mom from the doorframe. I groan loudly.

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"CAN ANYONE SHUT UP FOR FIVE MINUTES, I JUST WOKE UP, I CAN'T DEAL WITH ALL THIS SHIT SO FUCKING EARLY!" I yell at everyone. Never had more than 2 people directly talking to me and this is getting annoying.

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"Oh, sorry!" N tells me with a sad voice. I jump to give him a pat, but I think it felt more like a hit-

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"Awwww you're so cute toghether, it would be a shame if someone killed both of you right now! :3" J says.

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"... J, if you keeps saying you're sorry, DON'T FUCKING MESS WITH ME." I yell at her. "Or mom. I actually don't recommend that since she managed to slap Cyn out of me. Literally." I mumble embarrassed.

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"OF COURSE, NO DAUGHTER OF MINE IS GOING TO DATE ONE OF THOSE THINGS." Mom starts saying.

V is blowing bubbles... In this situation. For some obvious reason.

"Mom you married dad. You cannot say anything about my FIRST relationship." I tell her.

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"Ohhhh someone's having the first fight with her mother!~" V says sarcastically.

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"BITE ME!" Me and mom yell in the same time. Maybe me and her aren't that different, both of us like a lovable idiot.

N is trying to say something but he is still on mute. "N, you can talk now, I got energized enough." I laugh.

"You should hurry guys, it's getting late." My mom says.

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"OH FUCK YEAH SCHOOL, FORGOT ABOUT IT." I yell, packing my bag in a hurry.

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

I am spinning around a pen, bored and kinda sad that I didn't get to sit next to N. Not being at school for the past week showed it's mark. I forgot how BO-RING it was.

"By the way, we have three new classmates. I don't know their names, and I don't care about that." The teacher says exiting the room. I chuckle a little.

"Uzi, how are you going through this every day?" J asks me bored. She had to sit next to N, since V was already sitting next to Lizzy. And N was the only one actually paying attention to the lesson. So he had no time to talk with anyone. I saw her banging her head on the table. The whole lesson.

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"Don't ask me, I'm already missing the times when I haven't met you three, I actually had something to daydream about." I mumble. I am not mentioning that I was planning the extermination of Disassembly Drones and humanity. "Now I'm stuck in this bunker since the sun now kills me and there's nothing to do outside." I add.

"UZI UZI UZI, SCHOOL IS SO FUN!!!!" N comes and intrerupts me. Literally everyone is looking at us, and the teacher trough the windows.

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"MOTHER FUCKER, THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!???" J is yelling at him.

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"But it was fun..?" He responds disappointed.

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"Well, I'm glad that you like it but PLEASE don't forget the fact that I hate this." I tell him.

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"This Was, So Boring. Let Me Out. Let Me Out. Let Me Out." We all suddenly hear. V is going gun mode.

"I TAUGHT THAT CYN DIED????" She yells.

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"BOSS YOU'RE BACK???? Not like I want to be bad anymore but.." J mumbles.

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"School Is, Boring. I Don't, Like It." I hear from behind, specifically, from my tail.

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"UHHH GUUYS DID MY TAIL JUST TALK!?" I yell looking frightened at the now yellow eyed creature on the tip of my tail.

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"What." We all look at my tail surprised.

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"Holy shit it talks." V mumbles.

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"HEY THAT WAS MY LINE!" I yell at her.

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"I Am Now, Stuck Here. I Want My, Body Back." Cyn talks again.

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"... I did not expect that my tail would talk now." I rumble completely ignoring her.

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"My condolences." V tells me.

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"But nobody died- Oh..." I say as I get the joke. "Yeah, RIP my sanity." I laugh.

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"Hey. I Am Not, That Bad." Cyn says.

Silence. Then J starts laughing. V too. Then all of us are laughing except N, which is looking at us confused.

"Okay now let's get to our lockers, I am not staying in this classroom anymore." I say, rushing out the door.

I open my locker to check if I still have one book there.

"Whatcha doing?" I hear from behind.

I turn back, expecting V or J or Thad or anyone in general.

"AGHH! Oh it's you... Warn me before talking, how are you so silent when you walk?" I ask N, that sneaked from behind.

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"Padded feet. Exceptionally good for surprise attacks." He responds, responding quite literally. I smile. His personality is so cute.

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"Oh. And to answer your previous question, I have a present for you." I tell him, finally finding an edge of that book I've been searching, hidden by magazines and two random limbs.

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"Ta-dah! A How-To-Draw-Anime book!" I say handing it to him.

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"What's an anime?" He asks me confused.

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"WRONG MOVE, NOW YOUR FATE IS SEALED." I hear Lizzy talking to N from the other end of the hallway.

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"Ohh boy..." I laugh. He doesn't know what he asked  >:3

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"... I still don't get it." N says at the end of school.

Me, V, J and Cyn are complet speechless.

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"HOW THE FUCK YOU STILL DON'T GET IT??? I ALREADY KNOW EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN WORD SHE SAID!!!" J is yelling at him.

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"I'll show you an anime tomorrow, I don't have time today, I got that homework to do." I tell him.

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"Cool, anyway, I'll be with V and Lizzy walking around the bunker." J tells me and N, leaving the room with V.

"... I  guess we're alone now??" N says surprised. I laugh.

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"No, we're going home. I will make that homework. And if there's free time we'll maybe hang out." I say, taking his hand walking out of the class with him.

Wait I'm holding his hand???? OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!!

"Uzi, are you alright..?" N asks me after we get out of the school.

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"... What do you mean- OH FUCK!" I yell, feeling warmth coming from my screen. I try to hide my blushing face with my hands.

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"How much have I been blushing..?" I ask him embarrassed.

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"Not much, but you weren't looking as confident as usual." He says.

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"OHHHHHHHHH... You're absorbing my rebellious angsty teen confidence, give it back!" I yell at him playfully.

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"Nuh uh, it's mine now." He plays along.

We both laugh, then I notice some drones pointing at N and whispering things. I suddenly go from happy to mad, but N is still laughing. I try to distract myself from this, so I decide to play a game.

"LAST ONE HOME IS GOING TO HAVE TO LISTEN TO CYN FOR THE NEXT HOUR!" I yell at N, bringing my wings out and starting to fly towards my home.

Cyn comments something about this but I don't actually listen to her.

"OH YOU STARTED BEFORE ME, THAT'S NOT FAIR." He yells behind me then he says something I don't understand. He catches up to me, and I slow down.

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"What was the last thing you said?" I ask him amused. He doesn't look amused. He looks confused.

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"Uzi, your wing-" He says.

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"Huh?" I ask him, then I stop to look at my wings. "OH MY ROBO-GOD I LOOK SO BADASS!" I yell happily.

N laughs too.

"Now let's do it fair, and only by running." I say, sprinting towards the door to my house.

I've always been the fastest in class, despite my height. But N quickly catches up and I remember he's so much taller than me.

"Aw fuck." I say when I finally get to the door of my house, looking at N happily jumping.

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"I won!" He keeps repeating. I chuckle, unlocking the door.

"Daaaaad, mooooom, I'm baaaaack!" I say, going straight to my room. But it's locked. Dad comes to me.

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"Not today, me and Nori decided for our first family gathering!" He says.

Mom is running towards us (not too fast, the little legs don't really help).

"We can let that for TOMORROW, she got homework you dummy." She tells him.

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"OH THANK YOU MOM!" I say, unlocking the door with my ~mAgIc~

"You seem a bit annoyed." N tells me.

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"Yeah because dad doesn't know how to parent well and mom has missed most of my life, but I can't blame her for that." I rumble.

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"I never had a family other than Tessa..." He whispers.

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"Awww don't worry, you are my boyfriend now, I'll make you feel like you are part of a family now." I try to say as sweet as I can.

He starts cheering quietly.

"Now let's get to work... The subject was 'a slice of life' I think... I can write about how we saved the world an all?" I whisper to myself. "N can you please get my phone from my backpack?" I ask him, booting up my laptop and preparing to load some images to make the MOST ELITE HOMEWORK!!!!

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"Here it is!" He says, throwing it towards me. I catch it and immediately conect the head buds wires to listen to music.

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"What song it is?" N asks me innocently.

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"No idea, I just put some random nightcore playlist." I say, typing aggressively.

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"Can I listen?" He asks.

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"Oh sure, but my phone's volume is really loud, I warn you." I respond, taking out one wire and giving it to him.

He's being quiet for the next five songs, and I write the rest of the homework. Now all I have to do is to load the images!

"How's the music?" I ask him before I take an USB cable to load up the images.

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"Huh..? Oh it's pretty cool!" He answers.

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"Good because you're going to have to listen to this for basically the rest of your life." I laugh.

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"I Think, It's Okay." Cyn says.

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"OH FUCK- Oh yeah you're able to control my tail now, I forgot. But thanks for liking it." I rumble. "Okay now I want you two to be quiet, I'm doing some more important work now." I tell N and Cyn after I plug the cable in the laptop.

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"Okay!" N says on a happy voice.

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"WE'RE HOME BITCHES!!!!" I get woken up by J's yelling from the entrance.

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"SHHHH Uzi's sleeping!" N tells them whispered. I still keep my eyes closed, I want to see where this is going.

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"Okay and?" She asks him bored.

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"J, give her a break, she barely had any sleep this night. And yesterday was a tiring day for all of us." V scolds her.

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"WE DIDN'T HAVE ANY OF THIS." J yells annoyed.

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"J, that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve this! She is letting us stay here too!" N tells her.

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"We can as well sleep like we always did. Outside." She complains.

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"And be loved by nobody? Be outside society? Just get back to having no friends? I am not doing that." V says confidently.

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"I approve with V." My boyfriend says.

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"Uggghhhhhh, if you wanna stay, I'll stay, alright... I don't like this though." V rumbles. "Anyway why's that sentient toaster sleeping on her table and not bed?" She asks.

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"School project." He responds. "I didn't know what to do so I let her sleep there-"

I try not to laugh. He's so cute and innocent!

"... UZI WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GO SLEEP TO YOUR OWN BED." J yells.

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"GIRL GO TO FUCKING HELL!" I yell at her slapping her in the face.

V is laughing loudly and N is a little confused, but smiling.

"YOU BITCH!" J says.

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"You yelled at me, I got startled so I hit you. My actions are justified." I tell her.

"Hey Uzi, you hungry?" V asks me.

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"OH YEAH!!!" I tell her. I didn't even realize that I didn't eat any oil for the entire day!

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"Alright, I saved you an arm, say thanks." She tells me, giving me the limb from her backpack.

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"THANKS A LOT." I say, drinking the oil from it until only the rough metal can be chewed. "Wait did you kill someone?" I ask her surprised.

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"No, I found someone already dead. OF COURSE I DID SO, WE GET HUNGRY, YOU KNOW?" V answers annoyed.

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"It was some random guy that Lizzy had beef with." J says, using her claw hand as a toothpick.

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"Kevin?" I ask V.

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"Yes, Kevin, that motherfucker." She responds.

"Uzi can we see an anime?" N asks me.

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"OH YES!!! I already have a video saved, do you two want to see it?" I ask the two other drones.

V nods, but J isn't as happy about this.

"Can you three just sleep?" She asks us, already hanging from the ceeling.

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"NO. >:3" I respond like the little goblin that I am."

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I find myself in a white space.

Doll teleports in front of me.

Wasn't she dead though?

She tells me something.

"Привет, Узи. Давно не виделись, да? / 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚄𝚣𝚒. 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝??"

"How are you here?"

I ask her.

I hear no answer, and everything turns to black.

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"Uzi? Uzi!? UZI ARE YOU OKAY!?!?!?" I barely hear. I open my eyes tired.

N was shaking me, trying to wake me up.

"Good morning to you too N." I mumble. I take my blouse from my chair and put it on.

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"Uzi, you weren't waking up and I taught you may have died and-" N tells me panicked.

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"He didn't belive me when I said you're alright." V says bored. "Now hurry up you lovebirds, class is almost starting and Thad already got in a figth with someone." She adds, looking at her phone.

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"N, go to school for the first class without me, I have to run a quick virus scan." I rumble.

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"UZI IS EVERYTHING OKAY????" N asks me worried. I chuckle.

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"Yeah, it's just that I had a weird dream..." I say amused.

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"Bitch we can't dream." J says coming from the kitchen.

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"EXACTLY!!" I yell, it's obvious. "So please go without me, tell the teach that I'll be late." I tell N, heading to my chair and getting ready to have the virus scan.

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"Okay... Take care!!!!" N says leaving, still on a worried voice.

I am now alone in my room, and I adjust my chair to get ready for the virus scan.

"Uzi? I couldn't help but overhear you..." I hear from my door a second before I start it.

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"Yes mom, what's with it?" I say bored.

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"Let me tell you a little something... That may have not been a dream." She says.

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"Well YES? THAT'S WHY I WANT TO RUN A VIRUS SCAN." I yell. I am so tired and do not ready for today.

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"... I don't mean it as in a virus... You know I had some prophecies a little while ago, I think your dad told you." She says whispered, closing the door.

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"Yeah, yeah, 'bEwArE tHe CoMiNg SkY dEmOnS!', I've seen the closet where he keeps your stuff." I mumble bored. "Can you say what you want for once so I can get the scan going?" I ask her annoyed.

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"THOSE 'DREAMS' ARE FUCKING PROPHECIES." She says back.

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"Oh fuck-" I say, remembering the details. "I'll still run a virus scan." I add.

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"And I have taught that my daughter was a bit more understanding... What was it about?" She asks me.

I sit quietly. And try to explain.

"So uhhmmmm... You know, Doll died, but uhhmm... In the dream she was back, and she told me 'long time no see.' and it's a bit worrying..." I explain.

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"Well Nikolai teached Yeva a lot about programming and mechaniscs, they might actually be able to restore her, you know?" She says.

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"Mom, you know they're dead, right? V got her hands on them-" I tell her surprised.

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"WHAT!? I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO STOP DATING A FUCKING MURDER DRONE." She starts scolding me.

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"Mom he's actually an angsty rebel like me but that's unrelated. Doll's house is a bit worrying, you might need to see it later, but I am going to school now." I respond annoyed, running out the door and trying to get to class on time now.

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"AND NOW I CAN DO THIS!!!!! >:3" I yell, seeing everyone yell in fear to my wings and absolute solver powers.

"YEAH GO UZI GOO!!!" N is yelling from the back. J is commenting something about our relationship but V is slapping her.

"Uzi, are you aware that I said a 'slice of life' and not an essay about a superhero." The teacher tells me after he's finished with banging his head on the table.

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"ISN'T SAVING THE WORLD GOOD ENOUGH???" I yell at him annoyed.

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"Actually no. Solving your crippling daddy issues is worth one point of the rubric, but that romance is actually taking two points. Miss Doorman, your essay is a -1 point." He says.

I look at him annoyed, then I go back to my seat. I look back at N, and he's giving me thumbs up.

"You did such a great presentation!" N tells me after class.

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"You're right, the teacher was so wrong- WAIT WHERE ARE MY BOOKS???" I yell seeing that the chemestry and math and physics books that I use to climb on to get to my locker properly.

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"What's the problem?" He asks me confused. "I CAN'T GET TO MY FUCKING LOCKER, WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOOKS?" I yell on the hallway.

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"I can help!" N tells me.

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"Huh, what do you meAAAN! OF FUCK LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN" I yell at him because he picked me up. He puts me back down and I turn back at him.

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"Oh... Sorry..." He says disappointed.

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"Hey, I'm not angry, please just ask before doing things, okay?" I explain to him. "I also didn't expect to be lifted up. But if you really want to help, can you plase give me the manga from the top shelf?" I ask him smiling.

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"Sure! I love doing anything!" He says smiling, and he hands me the book.

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"How are you even that tall?

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"Oh, I was made for ground attacks, so I am bigger, that making me faster and it's harder for me to fall." He explains automatically.

I laugh. "Well my COOL AS FUCK RAIL GUN was no match for you. >:3 " I say to annoy him. Then I think at how I shot J and the weird worm-

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"Well I don't regret not killing you." He smiles.

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"What?" I ask him jockingly.

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"That idiot means that he doesn't regret being a bitch and rebelling against the company." J says, passing us.

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"N will you let me kill J pretty please-" I beg him.

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"No, you gave me a chance, she deserves one too." He responds firmly, but half of his sentence is covered by the ringing bell.

"OH FUCK WE'RE LATE, HURRY!" I yell, dragging him to our class.

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"Hey Uzi, did you finish your homework? Nori wants to go see Doll's house apparently. She wants to check out her doors, can you belive this!" Dad says entering my room.

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I roll over my eyes. "Yeah dad, I am ready. N is coming too." I say.

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"NO HE'S NOT, THIS IS A MOTHER-DAUGHTER MOMENT." I hear mom yelling from the other room.

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"Ughhh okay!" I respond annoyed. "N, will you, V and J be some good drones and not kill anyone? There's oil in the fridge and there's paper with crayons on my desk." I tell them, going outside with my mom.

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We two walk quietly half the way until Doll's house.

"How was Doll?" Mom asks me at one point.

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"Well... She was Lizzy's best friend. One of the popular girls." I mumble.

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"Wall aren't you popular too?" She asks me amused.

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"AW HELL NAW!" I yell. "I'm the weird rebel teen, not the popular preppy girl." I tell her. "Plus most people hate me anyways..." I add whispering.

We're not saying anything for the next minute.

"You know... Me and Yeva were very good friends. She would worry too much about the future and I wouldn't worry about anything." Mom randomly tells me.

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"Well all that Doll did was try to kill V. I mean she has some pretty good reasons but we grow, forgive and forget." I say.

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"And kill humans?" She adds to my sentences.

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"I also had my 'kill all humans' phase. They're shit. And then we are the ones ending the world." I roll my eyes.

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"Not all of them. I kept hearing one of your friends talk about some human in their sleep." She tells me bored. "A bunch of good things. But that's keeping me out at night. How can you even sleep?" She asks me.

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"I don't know, I'm tired all the time. And this is becoming much more of a bigger problem every day." I mumble.

That's the last thing I say before arriving to Doll's house.

It looks... The same. But it looks like nobody entered in a while.

"It's locked, good thing I can destroy the door-" Mom says but I pick her up.

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"Not today. I have the key, no solver needed." I tell her, before putting her back down. It's weird to hold my own mom.

I unlock the door. The house is all dark, except the millions of eyes that are looking at us. I turn of eyes that are looking at us. I turn on the light, and the red fills the room.

"SHE LIVED LIKE THAT-" Mom asks surprised.

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"I'm telling you that I almost died here because of a murder attempt. Twice." I rumble. "And here's also where my solver powers first activated..." I say a little more quietly.

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"Well this seems promising- OH ROBO-GOD WHAT'S THAT!?" She yells after she sees the bunch of bugs climbed on Doll's parents' bodies.

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"... Uhh... This is your old friend I guess." I tell her, approaching the bugs to scare them away.

The bodies of Yeva and Nikolai are still sitting there, the same way they did two weeks ago. Mom is speechless. Then she goes in another room.

"MOM WHERE ARE YOU GOING????" I yell.

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"I need to see their computers." She says from the other room.

I enter where she went. It's a room I didn't actually notice existing. It's full of computers and laptops, and they seem... Quite new. Mom boots up one of the laptops. I move my hand to try to help mom do things easier.

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"DO NOT touch anything!" She yells worried. "Knowing Yeva's hacking knowledge, every single device in this house can get you a pretty nasty virus." She adds. I now try to be more careful and to not even touch the floor if possible.

The screen to the laptop mom turned on lights up, and it asks for a password. I hear her mumble something, then she types 'игрушечный_пистолет', and it was right????

"MOM HOW DID YOU KNOW HER PASSWORD???" I ask her.

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"We were friends. Wow, you really need to socialize more." She responds amused.

I groan, but watch how she navigates on the laptop.

"What are you doing?" I ask her.

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"Searching for a backup program. I am pretty sure Yeva would have done something like that, or at least would have teached her daughters how to make one." She responds. "Okay, it doesn't seem to be on THIS laptop, we only have to check the rest... 29 devices!" She adds annoyed.

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"Uhhmm... I'll leave you the key... I am going back home, dad must be going crazy with all those crazy people inside my room." I say, and I run out the door.

But before I get out of the house, I see something sparkle in the kitchen. I go there, and I see a phone light up from a call. It looks a lot like Doll's broken phone, the one she had before she changed it. An unknown number is calling it. The vibration is annoying me. Then it stops. I guess the caller ended- NO THAT MOTHER FUCKER IS CALLING BACK.

"OH DEAR ROBO-GOD JUST CLOSE ALREADY!" I say, picking up the phone from the table, and trying to end the call. It doesn't work. "Ughhh go to fucking HELL." I yell, throwing the phone into the wall.

The next second I get a notification on my screen.

File Download Starting

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Force Stop | Close Notification

"Oh fuck. FORCE STOP FORCE STOP FORCE STOP-" I yell, trying to chose force stop but it doesn't work and it automatically chooses close notification.

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"Everything alright Uzi?" I hear mom asking me from the other room.

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"Uhhmm... Uh yes, I just left the key on the counter!" I lie, putting the key on the table and leaving to go home.

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"UZIIIII YOU'RE BAAACK!" N runs and hugs me when I enter the room. I chuckle.

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"Yeah, did you guys behave?" I ask the three drones.

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"Mhm." V says, texting on her phone.

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"Yup. N yapped about that anime you you three watched yesterday. He finally shut up. Thanks." J responds annoyed.

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"Yeah, thanks- Wait you alright?" V adds, but then she looks at me, and she looks worried.

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"What do you-" Is all I get to say before collapsing down. I put my hand on my face, trying to get the heat to calm down. N is looking around scared, but he finds a can of oil and hands it to me.

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"Take this." He tells me. I drink it, and relax, chilling down. "You should start drinking oil more often, you overheat faster than us!" He warns me.

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"I know, I know, I am still getting used to having to keep Cyn inside my head." I mumble. But that's not what I'm worrying right now.

"Wanna see what I drew?" N asks me, trying to get me out of my taughts I think.

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"Sure!" I smile. He takes a piece of paper from the table and shows me a dog. It looks like all his other drawings but I can't say he's bad at drawing, he's going to learn one day!

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"Very good drawing N!" I compliment him.

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"Kill yourselves." J says. "I'm out, at least Lizzy knows how to not be gross." She adds, leaving the room.

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"Soo, what are we doing now?" V asks us bored. "And no N, no anime." She adds the second N opens his mouth to talk.

I hear the door unlock, and I guess mom came back.

"How about we have some time to find more about all of us?" Dad asks me. Mom is shaking her head in disapproval behind him.

"Oh, sure mister Khan!" N says happily. Me and V exchange glances. We both know we're already fucked.

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End of Chapter 1!!! I hope you liked it. I have wrote a bunch of stories before (that aren't finished yet) but I decided to try to do something different, to make the dialogue stand out more. If you liked the fanfic, or if you want to leave your opinion, coment on the fanfic, or write me on my Tumblr or Pinterest.

[the-writer-of-spells]

What is Numerology?

Numerology is a pretty old technique that uses numbers to assess the character and destiny of any given person. It can also be used to check the nature of a new pet, business, and anything else with a name and/or a start/birth date. This can also be paired with a simple form of astrology for more accurate predictions, or used on its own. A simple search on the Britannica website for ‘numerology’ will give you an extremely short article. But, I pulled the following quote from there: “The theory behind numerology is based on the Pythagorean idea that all things can be expressed in numerical terms because they are ultimately reducible to numbers.” 

However, numerology was practiced in Ancient India (in the Vedas) and China (in the I Ching) which were, coincidentally, before Pythagoras/the Pythagorean Brotherhood’s time. But, since the way Pythagoras taught his method of using numerology seemed to have truly stuck with most other cultures around the world, this way of numerology is the most accessible. The ancient Greeks, Romans, and Hebrews also used number systems based on the letters of their alphabet; but the numbers we have today came from the Arabs.

Let’s get to the fun part!

How do I use Numerology?

So, Numerology in my opinion, is the absolute easiest form of divination. Just remember to take notes as you go, and you’ll be fine! 

Or, you can reach out for help from someone you trust that knows numerology; or you can reach out to literally anyone on the internet willing to teach this, but be careful with that one… I believe knowledge should be free, but that’s not the case with a few other people, I’ve heard. So if they ask for a payment, make sure you’ve truly looked at their blog/page. If their vibe doesn’t sit right with you, don’t do it. Money can make good people funny. And not in a good way.

Okay! Let’s get back to this topic. How do I/you use numerology? Super easy. There are two SUPER common types of numbers, and they are usually the first thought in people’s head when they think about Numerology as a whole. They are the Destiny and Life Path numbers!

The difference between these numbers is that the Destiny number shows your life’s purpose and the pattern by which you’ll achieve that, and the Life’s Path number is usually used to make forecasts about one's future. 

I’ll make a separate post on what the numbers 1—9 mean, because that’s what we’re going to be working with for right now; but in the meantime, let me explain what you’ll need to figure out your numbers!!

Materials:

Your Full Name

Your Date of Birth

Pen/pencil

Paper

Calculator (optional)

It’s not a super complex mathematical formula that we’ll be using, just some basic addition!

Also!! If you are transgender, or nonbinary; or you’ve changed your name for any reason—PLEASE use the name YOU HAVE CHOSEN for yourself! If you’re comfortable with it too, you can also use the old/dead name to compare the potential outcomes of your life! If you’re not too comfortable with that, don’t sweat it!

Okay, so you’ve got your materials; cool beans, now what? You’re now going to assign the letters of the alphabet numbers!

Instructions: 

Write the numbers 1—9 across the width of the paper. So you’re going to write out:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9, making sure they’re spaced out enough to write in columns beneath them and not have things overlapping. For ease of reading!

Put the letters beneath the numbers in the order I have listed:

A,J,S under 1.

B,K,T under 2

C,L,U under 3

D,M,V under 4

E,N,V under 5

F,O,X under 6

G,P,Y under 7

H,Q,Z under 8

I,R under 9.

Now, spell out your FULL NAME!! 1st, middle (if you have it), last and anything after that! You’re now going to add up the numbers! I like to keep my number in three separate rows, so my first name has one, middle the second, and last the third line.. Just for the sake of keeping things readable/not too overwhelming.

My numbers, just because I don’t want to give my full name out on the internet; are:

24, 29, 29. But! We need one number between 1 and 9. If you do 24+29(2)=82, you can then simplify my numbers to: 8+2=10, 1+0=1.

What we did here was we found our Destiny number. Pretty neat right?

Let’s do our life path number as well.

Get your birthday written out, it doesn't matter if you use the UK, US, or any other style of writing out dates, because they will always add up to the same number!

Mine is: 12/20/2003. I’ve got it pretty easy, because there’s a bunch of 0’s in mine and I’m working with small numbers.

1+2+2+0+2+0+0+3=10, 1+0=1. And BOOM! We have our life path number as well. 

So, before this post gets crazy long; I hope you have a wonderful day, and I’ll be posting the meanings of the numbers 1—9 with three posts; because I have a lot to say! Bye!!

Further Reading/my Sources:

Britannica, The Editors of Encyclopaedia. "numerology". Encyclopedia Britannica, 25 May. 2023, https://www.britannica.com/topic/numerology. Accessed 1 October 2023.

[angsty-prompt-hole]

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I decided to make a semi-fancy writeblr intro. I don’t know how to do the fancy fonts and I refuse to learn, but I made a neat graphic and organized stuff a little nicer. I will try and updated the image ID as I find better ways to describe it.

PEN NAME: Creek, or Cass.

BRIEF BIO: I am the Yeehaw Goblin and local cryptid, originally from Wyoming, now living in an undisclosed liminal space in the woods somewhere. I am an adult with an interest in wildlife biology and management and a severe hyperfixation on horror movies, heavy metal music, alternate reality games/unfiction, and Wyoming history. None of this knowledge is very useful in my real life, but it sure does help me make weird stories on the internet.

GENRES: Horror, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Unfiction (see @creek-cryptic​ for more information on unfiction and my unfiction project).

COMMON THEMES: Fate, destiny, control, persevering in the face of great darkness, the relationship between man and nature, the importance of connections, explorations of the grotesque shapes that grief and trauma can take, what it means to be human, explorations of what it means to be an outcast.

RATINGS AND WARNINGS: I write for adults, typically new adults, so there will be adult themes in most of my work, and all works are rated R for any combination of the following: language, body horror, cosmic horror, unreality, gore, abuse, self-harm, suicide, and sometimes cannibalism. If there is something that I don’t tag that you need tagged, please let me know.

CURRENT WIPS: See here for a complete list and links to WIP intros (mobile friendly version here). Intros are a work in progress. Ask to be added to/removed from taglists, or fill out the form linked here. Links to the stories themselves will be linked in their WIP intros as I start posting them.

              FANWORKS: I also write fanfiction alongside my original works because I get super bad brainrot sometimes. You can view a complete list of those works here (mobile friendly version here). I don’t do taglists for these, but I will be posting all of them on AO3 if you want to keep track of them. Feel free to ask about these though! I am more than happy to talk about them.

CHARACTERS: See here for links to character intros (mobile friendly version here). Characters are usually grouped together for easier reading and organization. The WIP they belong to will be listed at the top of their introduction. Introductions are a work in progress and I sometimes update them with new character references or information.

              ROPLEPLAY CHARACTERS: Some of my characters inhabit a universe I share with some friends of mine. Those friends frequently add on to my posts about those characters, and sometimes background on their characters is necessary to have context for some of my characters. There are over ten of them so I will not tag them all, but be aware that they do invade my blog and add on to my stuff.

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Please do not provide critique on my writing unless I explicitly ask for it.

I enjoy whump content and frequently reblog it/create it. Would not recommend following if you do not enjoy that sort of content.

[plantdaddyguerin]

Independent, private, selective, canon + headcanon based Michael Guerin from The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico. || Penned by V. I’m older than most of you 30+.

Currently on iPad / app mode because my laptop is dead and I cannot get one for now. ICONLESS REPLIES for the time being. Please don’t let that hinder your opinion of maybe interacting with me. I love Derek and I want to write him again.

Basic rules:

No godmodding.

Shipping is open to anyone but must be built upon.

Replies are slow because I work a full time job and I’m always tired.

Triggers will be tagged as - insert name here - tw.

I don’t mind personals following me, hell I know half of you OOC. You can reblog my headcanons and stuff I reblog, I don’t mind but please please please DO NOT reblog my thread posts. That shit gets lost with all the notes and then it’s a pain to find the replies. That’s all I ask of you. Thank you.

These will be updated as I remember to add them.

[artificialqueens]

Pressed for Time (Branjie) - Anonymous

A/N: This is part of a larger verse I cooked up in order indulge my love of all of the most cliched tropes in existence. All you really need to know right now is that Brooke owns a burlesque club and Vanessa is a college senior. There will probably be more of this verse, hopefully some backstory coming soon! I just have a habit of skipping to the porn. Helps me get the feel of the world.

This whole thing is a direct result of the fact that Brooke refuses to stop calling herself mommy on Twitter. Does she know what that’s doing to us? Does know she’s killing me? Does she care?

CW for mommy kink, D/s dynamics, public sex, and mild exhibitionism.

This story is also on AO3, if that’s your preferred viewing method: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19069117

—

“Hey baby girl.”

Vanessa starts at the voice in her ear, but quickly relaxes as Brooke’s arms slide around her waist.

“Hiya hot stuff…”  Vanessa says, craning her head back to plant a kiss on Brooke’s jaw. “You looked good up there.” Brooke didn’t perform much nowadays; the day to day operations of the club are more than a full time job. It’s nice to see her on stage, though, in her element. It’s where she belongs.

Vanessa turns, stepping back to give her a once-over. The purple caftan with the gold bikini is always a crowd pleaser. She looks like an actual goddess in it, the chiffon flowing behind her, her body moving like water, absolutely commanding the attention of the room. Vanessa doesn’t get out to the club as much as she’d like anymore, but it’s fun, sometimes, to sit in a room full of people who are equally as captivated by Brooke’s every move as she is. It reminds her that she’s not insane; Brooke really is that good.

With Vanessa in her scuffed up Converse and Brooke in 5 inch stilettos, Brooke towers over her, even more than normal. It makes Vanessa feel tiny, makes her wish Brooke would maybe move a little closer, maybe press her back against a wall, cage her in, pin her like a butterfly… she catches herself chewing on her lip, breath quickening in the space between them.

Twirling a strand of long, white blonde hair in her fingers, Brooke purses her lips knowingly, eyes twinkling.

Stepping closer, she reaches out and curls her long, slender fingers around Vanessa’s hips, pulling her in so Vanessa has to crane her neck to look at her.

“How much time you got before you’re up again?” Vanessa asks, her whole body heating up. She’s already turned on and Brooke hasn’t even done anything.

Brooke shrugs, “Long enough to get you off and maybe answer a few emails.”

Vanessa’s breath leaves her in a gust, “Not gonna take me long.”

Grinning, Brooke takes her hand, pulling her down the hallway towards the back exit.

“You gonna fuck me in the alley?” Vanessa says, confused, “Let’s go to your office.”

Brooke shakes her head, “Nina’s using it.”

“So? It’s your office!”

“Not when I’m dressed like this it’s not,” Brooke says. “She who runs the show gets the big desk.”

Brooke pokes her head into the main dressing room to grab her phone and tell the other performers that she’s going for some air.

“Let’s go get into trouble, huh?” She smiles, taking Vanessa’s hand and tugging her down the hall, through the heavy metal door and into the dark alley.

The space behind the club is no stranger to a spot of public indecency, so Vanessa is relieved to see that the conveniently located alcove next to the door is unoccupied save for the omnipresent empty condom box and the pair of red panties that have lived there for the past 6 months.

“Now,” Brooke says, her voice taking on that low, stern-edged tone that always makes Vanessa’s knees weak. “Mommy’s got some emails to catch up on, but that’s no reason for you to be ignored, right?” She backs Vanessa into the brick wall, using her height to box her in.

Gasping, Vanessa feels a hand gliding up under her frayed denim skirt, her legs parting almost unconsciously, opening herself up for Brooke’s touch.

“There’s my good girl,” Brooke says with a smile, studying Vanessa’s face as she runs her fingers over the damp cotton of her panties. Vanessa has to bite her lip, trembling, barely able to keep her hips still. She wants to grind down against Brooke’s fingers, but she knows better than to try to dictate the pace.

“Did you get a little hot in there, baby? Did you like watching mommy dance?”

Vanessa nods, a breathless whine escaping her as Brooke starts to stroke her through her panties, fingers playing over her clit, the most infuriating tease.

“You looked so sexy, mommy…” Vanessa says, scraping her nails over the brick behind her, grasping at the last tendrils of her self-control.

Brooke glances at her phone, “Fuck, I’ve got like five minutes.” She says, pulling Vanessa’s panties to the side and pressing two fingers against her clit, rubbing in circles. “Tell mommy what you want, baby,” she scrolls through her inbox and selects an email, then turns her eyes back to Vanessa’s flushed face. “Do you need to be fucked?”

Vanessa’s whole body burns at the question, at the thought of Brooke’s fingers inside her, at how much she needs it. The fact that she’s soaking Brooke’s hand should be answer enough, but she knows it’s not.

“Yeah,” she starts, her voice low and breaking. She clears her throat, “Yeah, mommy, I fuckin’ need it so bad… please?”

Brooke’s eyes are on her phone again, but she smiles.

“Good girl,” she says, as two of her long fingers plunge unceremoniously into Vanessa’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Vanessa whines, clenching around the sudden intrusion and then quickly melting into it, rolling her hips against Brooke’s hand. Brooke wastes no time, pumping in and out at a pace that makes Vanessa’s head spin, the slick sound of it amplified in the small space.

“So wet for mommy,” Brooke murmurs, eyes on her phone and a smirk on her lips. She gives a particularly deep thrust, wiggling her fingers and causing a full body shudder. “You were a good girl today, huh?”

Vanessa nodded, heat pooling in her belly. They don’t have any permanent rules, mostly because Vanessa can’t remember to follow them, but Brooke did like to forbid her from touching herself every now and then, when the mood struck her. Never more than a few days, but that’s a lifetime for a girl like Vanessa. She’s got needs.

“Mommy’s good girl,” Brooke says, and there’s the wooshing sound of an email being sent, and then Brooke tucks her phone into the strap of her bra, turning her full attention to Vanessa. She’s opening her mouth to speak when the door swings open.

“Brooke?” Comes Nina’s voice, an edge of panic there that only a stressed out stage manager could possess.

“Over here!” Brooke calls cheerfully, and Vanessa groans, burying her face in Brooke’s neck. She knows she’s all but invisible behind her, but she’s also acutely aware of Brooke’s hand between her legs, which has barely slowed, fingers still thrusting, that obscene noise still echoing off the alcove walls.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Brooke!” Nina exclaims as she rounds the corner. “I need you in costume for the next number in three minutes or I swear to god–”

“Oh, this won’t take long,” Brooke replies, smiling over her shoulder at Nina. As she speaks, she presses the heel of her hand against Vanessa’s clit, and it’s all she can do to keep from screaming, rolling her hips against the pressure, fucking herself that much harder onto Brooke’s fingers. “See?”

Nina gives a longsuffering sigh and turns back towards the club. “Have fun, Vanjie,” she calls as the door closes behind her.

Brooke turns back to Vanessa, meeting her eyes with an intensity that makes her feel like she’s paralyzed. Being the focus of Brooke’s full attention is dazzling, even overwhelming at times. She has the ability to reduce Vanessa to incoherency with nothing but a look in her cool grey eyes, a quirk of her beautiful lips, a twitch of one perfectly arched brow. Vanessa couldn’t be more smitten if she tried.

“Mommy’s got stuff to do,” Brooke murmurs, running her fingers through Vanessa’s hair with a gentleness that belies the fervor of her other hand, fucking Vanessa so hard and so fast she’d be a puddle on the ground if Brooke wasn’t pinning her to the wall. “You almost there, baby?”

“M'gonna come…” Vanessa whispers, nodding, voice quaking, hands coming to rest on Brooke’s shoulders, gripping the delicate chiffon as hard as she dares. “Oh, fuck, mommy, fuck–”

She has to snake her arms around Brooke’s neck for support as her orgasm hits, rolling over her like a tidal wave, tearing a rough-edged cry from her throat.. Brooke fucks her through it, meeting every jerky motion of Vanessa’s hips, flicking at her clit and smiling when Vanessa lets out a whine, hypersensitive but still eager.

It feels like literal minutes pass before her muscles relax, aftershocks still buzzing through her as she feels Brooke’s long fingers leave her body.

She almost blacks out as she watches Brooke bring her fingers to her lips, sucking on them one at a time, eyes closed, sighing in pleasure.

She opens her eyes with rueful grin. “Well that was just a tease,” she says, grazing her eyes down Vanessa’s body like she’s actually trying to calculate if she has enough time to eat her out before she has to be on stage.

The door creaks open again.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes, if you’re not in that fucking leotard in thirty seconds you’re going to have to hire a new stage manager.”

“And you know how much I hate interviews,” Brooke says over her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to Vanessa’s cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. She swipes her thumb over Vanessa’s lips, pulling the bottom one down, smiling when she flicks her tongue out at it. “Mommy’s sweet girl.”

With that, she turns and heads back into the building. Vanessa hears her heels clicking down the hall until the door closes with a bang, and then there’s nothing but the relative silence of the alley. She tries to push herself off the wall, but finds her knees can’t support her.

She’s gonna need a minute.

[sealwomyn]

Separatist Lesbrarian Post

As if my Goddess research book pile isn't big enough.. I've decided to make a post of my work-in-progress separatist booklist; there's essays, feminist sci-fi, lesbian novels, all-female societies, herstories, etc. Some I've read but most are TBR on the Storygraph. If any women know anything that would be a good fit, or praise or criticism of anything here, feel free to add suggestions.

Fiction:

Sultana's Dream by Rokeya Sakhawat Hossein (only 11 pages and I love it so much)

The Wanderground: Stories of the Hill Women by Sally Miller Gearhart

Womonseed by Sunlight

Daughters of a Coral Dawn trilogy by Katherine V. Forrest

Return to Isis trilogy by Jean Stewart

Journey to Zelindar, Hadra Archives series by Diana Rivers

Ammonite by Nicola Griffith (this one made me want to go to the all female planet so much!)

The Demeter Flower by Rochelle Singer

The Gate to Women's Country by Sheri S. Tepper

A Door Into Ocean, Elysium series by Joan Slonczewski

*Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (I read this, cw for shameless racism)

Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled of Light, and Houston, Houston, Do You Read?, by James Tiptree Jr. (pen name of Alice Sheldon)

When Women Were Warriors trilogy by Catherine M. Wilson (too many men in last book, some weird scenes but good otherwise, would reread)

*The Stars Are Legion by Kameron Hurley (read this, overall liked it but for the love of Goddess check reviews for content warnings bc idek how to warn for this)

The Carhullan Army/Daughters of the North by Sarah Hall (read, off-putting scenes esp gross het scene but interesting other aspects)

Banner of Souls by Liz Williams, added by suggestion! This looks interesting.

Sister Light, Sister Dark by Jane Yolen, thanks to @violetssunsets for the addition! unfortunately was warned about het content but also a society of warrior women.

Celaeno series by Jane Fletcher, thanks to @unified-multiversal-theory for the suggestion! Has an all-woman society so I need it in my life.

Herstory and Nonfiction:

Separatism and Women's Community by Dana R. Shugar (got this recently and excited to read this herstory)

Lesbian Land by Joyce Cheney

Sinister Wisdom #98: Landykes of the South: Women's Land Groups and Lesbian Communities in the South (have this, many listed are of the past)

La Luz Journal by Juana Maria Paz (actively seeking this one atm, racism and esp colonization issues wrt women's spaces on occupied land are something I want to see addressed)

Country Lesbians: The Story of the Womanshare Collective by Sue Deevy, Nelly Kaufer, Dian Wagner, Carol Newhouse, and Billie Miracle. (Billie gave me a copy of this when I visited Womanshare a few years back)

Weeding at Dawn: A Lesbian Country Life by Hawk Madrone

Amazon Acres, You Beauty: Stories of Women's Lands, Australia, edited by Sand Hall

Circles of Power: Shifting Dynamics in a Lesbian-Centered Community by La Verne Gagehabib and Barbara Summerhawk

For Lesbians Only: A Separatist Anthology, edited by Sarah Lucia Hoagland and Julia Penelope. (70 essays! I haven't finished it but I'm trying)

Wild Mares: My Lesbian Back-to-the-Land Life by Dianna Hunter

*Herlands: Exploring the Women's Land Movement in the United States by Keridwen N Luis (language in synopsis seems to favor male invasion of Female Sovereign Space so my expectations are low)

If any women here have read any of these please let me know your thoughts! I don't have anon on but I’ll redact asks if you want to write in anonymously, just say the word. Hoping to find more knowledgeable lesbrarians on our beloved hellsite than myself :)

[spencersawkward]

omg I’m so excited you’re on here and taking requests!! do you think you could do something like baby Spence losing his virginity to a close friend & it’s like adorable, goofy, fluffy smut bc he cannot get over the fact that he’s actually having sex with someone

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-- TURN IT UP!!!

on a serious note, i'm so glad you asked for this one bc i really wanna add a scene like this in the fic i'm working on rn. i'm v excited.

summary: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him.

word count: 5.6k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Spencer Reid

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fluff.

masterlist

hanging out with the team is easily the best part of the week. after spending days in Arizona with our focus entirely on the most recent case, my mind is practically ready to snap. I feel like I've been running on fumes, and when Penelope suggested we take the evening to hit our favorite bar, I was practically already out the door.

so now I'm sandwiched between JJ and Emily as we throw back our first shots of the night. my skin is already flushed with the elation of laughter, the pleasant thrum of conversation that surrounds us.

"that's bitter." JJ makes a face when she slams the empty glass on the table. I screw up my nose.

"why did we pick vodka?" I hate vodka.

"it gets the job done." Emily laughs. I shudder at the aftertaste that sits on my tongue.

Morgan wanders over, Pen on his arm while she totes a brightly colored pink alcohol. they're flirting as usual, but she pauses in her witticisms to grab my arm.

"we're playing truth or shot in that booth over there." she says to me, then gets the attention of the other two women. I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"truth or shot? like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"Reid, is that you?" Morgan says sarcastically. I slug him in the arm with a pout.

"be nice." but I'm giggling. he loops his arm through mine and we head back to the table, Penelope already starting a new conversation with JJ and Prentiss as they follow. Spencer is sitting in the booth with an Arnold Palmer, sipping from the straw like it's his job. I slide into the spot next to him.

"hi, you." I smile. "I haven't seen you at all tonight."

he holds up his glass. "I don't really drink."

"that's fine," I wave it off. "I just meant I wanted to hang out with you."

"oh." he smiles a little. "sorry."

"no big deal. you're here now." I shrug and turn to Pen as she calls my name.

"I'm gonna order a bottle. that okay?" she points to the bar with a mischievous smile. glancing once at Spencer and his slightly awkward position between Morgan and me, I make a snap decision.

"you know what? I think I'll just have a lemonade."

"you sure? Jayge said you spent the whole plane ride back talking about getting wasted--" Penelope's words cause a blush to spread over my face. I cut her off.

"I'm sure. thanks, Penny."

she nods. "of course, sweet cheeks."

I focus back on Reid, who is looking at me gratefully. he would never say it out loud, but I know he feels a little out-of-place sometimes. it's hard enough for him to come out with us to bars; the least I can do is be a sober friend. I open my mouth to start a conversation about an article I read the other day when Prentiss speaks.

"okay, so... who's ready?" her voice, always so certain, carries over the table. all of us make enthusiastic noises of assent, and she grins as Penelope returns with an armful of glasses. Derek gets up to grab the actual alcohol, and then when we're all settled in, the game begins.

"the rules are simple: you tell the truth, or you drink!" the tech analyst explains. the stakes for Spencer and me are lower, but that doesn't really matter. I'm excited to hear the team divulge their secrets.

"I'll start." Prentiss doesn't even hesitate before she looks at Morgan. "Derek, are you still sleeping with that one woman from sex crimes?"

Morgan raises his eyebrows at the question, irises flitting between Emily and the rim of his drink. there's a slight smirk on his face; he knows what a player he is and he's okay with flaunting it.

"Ally? no." he sighs. "things didn't end well between us."

"what? why?" I ask, eyes widening before I look around at everyone. "who is this woman?"

"cool your jets, sparky." Morgan teases me. "only one question per round."

"I'll tell you later." Prentiss raises her drink in my direction and winks.

"uh, no no." Morgan attempts to stop her, but JJ interrupts him.

"speaking of things not ending well," she says loudly. "Pen, why did you and Sam break up?"

"well," Penelope sticks her tongue between her teeth as she thinks it over with a devilish smile. her lips are a ruby red tonight, bright against her pale skin and big eyes. "to be completely honest, he just wasn't... doin' it for me. you know?"

"like--?" Emily glances down at her lap. Pen nods quickly and I snicker. JJ looks awestruck.

"I thought it was going so well."

"it was, but..." Penelope seems to genuinely think this over before she speaks. "if it's right, it just clicks. and it never clicked with Sam."

"profound." I compliment, high-fiving the high-energy blonde. we giggle before she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

"oh, do I have a plan for you," she smirks. "tell me, Y/N: if you had to sleep with one person on our team, who would it be?"

"women included?" I clarify, my cheeks suddenly on fire. how come everyone got easy questions except for me? I'm really just biding time.

"of course." she nudges my shoulder. I mull this over for a minute. I could say the truth, but I don't think that would be the right thing to do. however ironic that is. given the situation, I do something which I have never been good at and which I don't enjoy doing: I lie.

"although all of you are catches," I preface. "I think I would probably pick Emily."

Prentiss almost chokes on her own spit as her head snaps to see my face.

"me?" she asks.

"low-pressure fun." I shrug, the stress of the moment rolling off my shoulders with the ensuing laughter of my team members. Spencer takes a sip of his drink and peeks at me from his spot before I focus my attention to JJ.

we go on like this for a while, our original plan of "truth or drink" really just turning into a game of "truth and drink." as our laughter gets progressively louder, our questions and answers get progressively more provocative. we get into risky territory towards the fourth round, and I can practically feel Spencer's discomfort radiating off of him. thank god everyone has been taking it easier on him with their questions.

that is, until Morgan hits about five shots and decides to throw him to the wolves.

"so, Reid," he asks. there's no malice in his tone and I'm sure he's not meaning to embarrass the boy genius, but the question makes me wince anyways. "have we made any progress on the virginity front?"

it's like a fucking pall over the table. Reid goes rigid in his spot, and JJ's protective eyes dart between him and Morgan. Penelope's jaw drops.

"wait, Reid, you're a--?" her voice is tender, not judgmental, but Spencer's cheeks turn pink and he looks at Derek with a hurt expression.

"not cool." he says, body shifting in my direction. his eyes communicate everything; without a word, I know what he wants. I scoot out of the booth, letting him slip by me to walk outside.

truly, I'm speechless. we all stare at his lanky frame push through the door, but nobody talks until at least fifteen seconds pass.

"what the hell was that, Morgan?" JJ asks.

"I thought everyone knew--" he throws his hands up. "I swear I wouldn't have said anything if--"

"why would everyone know that?" I feel myself get angry for Spencer's sake. "that's an incredibly personal thing, especially to him."

"that wasn't you, my love." Penelope's voice is soft, sobered by the incident that just occurred. the playful air at the table is officially ruined, and we keep glancing at the doorway like Reid will come back in and everything will be fine. he doesn't.

"I'm gonna go apologize." Morgan starts to get up, seemingly beginning to realize the weight of his words. it's one thing to ask about Reid's sex life in general; it's another to point out specifically the entire absence of it. Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered by most things, but this is different. my heart hurts.

we watch Morgan go, the women all looking at each other with worried expressions.

"I feel bad." Penelope says.

"y'know, Spence never told me that." JJ observes.

"he really trusts Morgan." Prentiss says what we're all thinking. Morgan has always been like a big brother to him, and being embarrassed in front of your co-workers like that can't be a pleasant feeling.

we sit in a relative silence for about five minutes until Morgan walks back into the bar. he pulls out his wallet and pays for the drinks, then walks over to us.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. do you need me to call you all cabs?" he asks. those dramatic brows are drawn low over his face, emphasizing his regret. I look between my friends and clear my throat.

"it's okay. I only had one shot about an hour and a half ago. I can drive everyone home."

"okay," Morgan sighs, his head turning briefly to the door before focusing back on us. "drive safe, ladies."

and then he's gone.

"you guys ready?" I start to shrug my jacket on. they all nod and we get ready to go.

...

sitting in my apartment later that night, my head is swimming. even though it's none of my business what happens in Spencer's sex life, I wish I could tell him that it's okay. nobody cares at all if he's a virgin or not. but I know it's still embarrassing.

I hate that I lied earlier tonight, too. I wanted to say Spencer's name when they asked who I wanted, because I meant it. we're close, and I will always love him as a friend. but I've also always wanted more.

nobody, not even any of the other BAU women, know about my crush. I didn't want it to get in the way, or for it to come out and ruin my friendship with Reid. he doesn't like me like that, and that's fine, but what's not fine is not having him as my friend.

he was the first person I really connected with when I came here, and I feel a little protective over him, too.

once the clock hits eleven, I consider calling. he’s definitely not asleep yet. Spencer is a night owl. normally at this time he'd be curled up with a huge book, reading impossibly fast.

when he picks up on the third ring, the air leaves my lungs.

"Y/N?" he asks, more surprised than anything else.

"hey, Spence--" I hesitate, suddenly not sure what to say. sorry Morgan told everyone you're a fucking virgin? “do you wanna come over?"

maybe if I see him face-to-face, I'll be able to collect my thoughts better. the words hang in the air, festering over the line until I'm just about to take them back, before he replies.

"y-yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

my hands are shaking at my side when I open the door for the tall genius. he's still wearing his outfit from earlier, hair slicked back like normal. I've settled for my usual sweatpants and t-shirt winning combo. it's not like he cares.

"hey." I smile, trying to read his micro expressions. there are two possible outcomes here, knowing him: either he's going to be totally, completely over it, or he'll be able to write a War-and-Peace-length book on why he's upset.

"hi." he gives a wan smile and I let him into my apartment, closing the door behind him and gesturing to the couch.

"I missed this place." he says absently, looking around at the mess of decor and case files. I snort as I recall the last time he was here. he wanted to borrow a book that I had, and we ended up watching an entire docu-series about homing pigeons. it was surprisingly interesting; mostly because his commentary is both informative and funny.

"it missed you." I anthropomorphize my living space, but the phrase hangs heavy. I'm worried about him. I'm always worried about Spencer. he turns to look at me, opening his mouth to say something. I brush past him and walk into the kitchen. "coffee?"

"sure." he follows me like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter while I pull out two mugs and get to work.

"hey," I pause for a moment to look him in the eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-- about what happened... tonight."

"oh, that?" he scoffs, waves it off unconvincingly. "it's fine."

I raise my brows the slightest bit, never breaking eye contact. he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want to talk about it. he cracks easily.

"it's just embarrassing, you know?" he says, staring out my kitchen window to alleviate his own nerves. I gesture for him to follow me back into the living room and I sit down criss-cross applesauce on the couch. he mirrors me, kicking off those cute black Converse.

"I don't think the fact itself is embarrassing, but I totally get why it feels that way. he shouldn't have said anything." I nod.

"like, that's personal. a-and--" he hesitates a moment, gesticulating wildly now. "and it's not like he's got any right! at least I don't go around with so many girls that I forget their names."

the thought of Reid sleeping with that many women is a little bit funny, but it also makes my stomach twist with jealousy.

"did he apologize?"

"yeah, he did. and he was drunk, I know." he rolls his eyes. "I'm overreacting."

"no, really, you're not." without thinking, I scoot closer to him and place my hand over his, which is sitting on his knee. I remember that Spencer is usually pretty averse to touch, but when I move it back to my lap, he seems a little disappointed. I wonder if he gets lonely.

"is it weird?" the question sounds raw, like he's mustering a lot to hear my response. I shake my head immediately.

"well, for one, Spence, I would never judge anyone based on their sex life, period." I chuckle. "and two, no way! if you aren't into having sex at this point in your life-- or ever-- that's totally your choice and you're entitled to it."

his eyes meet mine, pools of honeyed hazel that swim with a slightly amber shade. his face is so pretty, it's sometimes unbelievable to me that he doesn't get more action. bone structure that would make a sculpture envious.

"that's the thing," he licks his lips nervously before averting his gaze again. "I am interested-- I just don't-- well, I don't--"

"don't have someone to do it with?" I suggest with a slight smile. he nods, then clarifies.

"girls don't really seem to be interested in me."

I let out a laugh, unable to contain myself. his head jerks up to frown in confusion. I’m quick to amend myself.

"Spence, that's not true at all. you're such a catch! you're sweet and funny and way smarter than anyone I know. not to mention that you're adorable." I compliment, letting some of the thoughts I've been keeping to myself bubble to the surface. "any girl would be beyond lucky to be with you, sexually or not." Spencer blushes at my words, but the squirming in his spot tells me that it makes him feel warm inside. he smiles a little.

"you think?" it's genuine. he appreciates being praised, and it makes my heart flutter when he gives me that expression like I've made his night.

"I know." more of what I want to say rolls around my mind, unsure of whether or not I should admit it. but I think that right now, it'll only serve to make him feel better. "actually, I should tell you something."

"what?" he's curious now.

"when we were at the bar and Penelope asked who I'd be with... on the team... I lied."

"okay." he nods, somehow not connecting the dots. I guess it doesn't matter if they've got enormous IQs; boys are still clueless.

"I was gonna say you." the truth presses from the inside out, lifting a weight off my chest now that it's out there. even if he doesn't return that feeling, I'm suddenly glad that I told him.

"me?" he gestures to his narrow chest. I nod.

"yeah. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable or embarrass you in front of our friends." I explain. he breaks into a grin.

"thanks." like I've given him something. I feel myself smiling as well, and then we're just looking at each other. tension that neither of us is willing to break. as much as I'd like to take him right here right now, he hasn't said anything about actually having sex or even about being attracted to me. for all I know, he could be completely indifferent.

"listen, Spence--"

"would you be willing to--" we speak at the same time, both of us stopping and laughing awkwardly.

"sorry, you go first." I offer, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"would you want to... um..." he scratches the back of his neck before his eyes meet mine. "try it?"

"sex?" I raise my eyebrows. he nods. I try to find the right response. that’s more assertive than I expected. my pulse is fast, daring me to tell the truth. "I mean-- yes, I would love to-- but are you sure you want it to be with me, Spence? what about a girl that you like?"

"you are a girl that I like." he says this like it's matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. my heart stops in my chest before it starts to hammer.

"really?" a smile makes its way onto my face.

"I thought you knew."

"no." I laugh. my chest is full of sunlight.

"well, you are."

there's a brief silence where I try to get myself back on track. he likes me, too.

"are you sure you want to do this?" I glance at the space between our bodies, which has grown steadily smaller over the course of our conversation. Spencer is watching my every move with an intensity that tells me he's nervous.

"yes." he's unwavering.

"okay, well, you've kissed girls, right?" I inch closer. he nods.

"one."

"oh, Spencer," I sigh contentedly. "I have so much to teach you."

right after I say this, Spencer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it's only then that I notice his hand covering his lap, the erection that's forming beneath his pants. my eyes flick up to his hungrily.

"sorry." he apologizes.

"don't be." our faces are inches apart and he's practically holding his breath. "I'm gonna kiss you. is that okay?"

"yes." he replies immediately. I place my hands gently on the side of his face, admiring the softness and sharpness of his jaw when I pull him to me, kissing him with a suppressed desire. his mouth is soft against mine, a little anxious to move. after a moment, he starts to relax.

his lips part and I deepen our contact, tilting my head and keeping it mostly mild at first. I don't want to shove my tongue down his throat. our knees are touching and his hand hesitantly finds my waist, the other going to run through my hair. I sigh into him, his fingertips a new sensation that I adore.

Spencer begins to give in a bit more to himself, asserting himself in the kiss and slipping his tongue over my bottom lip. I almost laugh at how quickly he gets the hang of it. he reads my body language effortlessly, not even skipping a beat when I climb into his lap and lace my arms around his neck.

"is this okay?" I pull away momentarily. he nods.

"you're so pretty." an unrelated response, but appreciated nonetheless. I laugh and peck his nose.

"thanks." and then we're back to making out, his hands resting on the small of my back. it's nice. I could stay like this forever, just pressed against Spencer while my fingers thread through his soft hair. he's cautious with me, and it's innocent.

I can feel his boner, can feel from the eagerness of his kisses that he's trying not to bring up the fact that he's literally just throbbing in his pants right now. in order to give him a little of what he wants, I start to rock my hips against his.

Spencer whimpers into my mouth. I stop and look down at him.

"do you want me to stop?"

"no, god, no— never stop." he's mindless in his reply, already grabbing my hips greedily and trying to regain that friction. I shake my head with a chuckle, then resume my actions. he starts to rut up against me, groaning into our embrace while his hands get more adventurous.

I withdraw, breaking the kiss to straighten up. he doesn't stop the microscopic pushes of his hips. I bite back a smile, enjoying the friction, too.

"do you wanna take my clothes off, Spence?" I ask softly.

"y-yes." he replies, gingerly taking the hem of my top and beginning to lift it over my head. when he places it on the couch beside me, his eyes immediately fall to my bra. slender fingers run up my bare waist, his watch glinting in the candlelight. when he doesn't immediately reach to unclasp my bra, I grab his wrist and guide it to the clasps myself. he moves with a surprising ease, unsnapping the thing and grazing over my skin as he slides the straps down my shoulders. I can tell that he’s shaking a tad, but it doesn’t hinder him.

the second that he's discarded the lingerie, he looks up at me with moony eyes.

"can I... kiss you?" he looks at my bare chest. "here?"

"of course, Spence." I nod. he presses his lips to the space between my ribs, drags them up to the valley between my breasts. lingers, then attaches himself to one of my nipples. I sigh, throwing my head back at the way he moves intuitively, sucking and running his tongue over the peak. he squeezes the other breast, plays with the nipple and starts to acquaint himself with the curves of my body.

the whole time, he's straining against my core, rutting helplessly in pleasure. it feels heavenly, with that sweet face of his so devoted to making me feel good, that I nearly stray from the purpose of the experience.

"Spencer..." I breathe. he moans at the sound of his name, then looks up at me from his place sucking on my tits. his teeth graze of my skin and I buck into his lap, causing him to groan appreciatively. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

"Y/N," he pulls away from my chest, his lips making a soft popping sound. I gaze down at him, a bit lost in the fantasies running through my head. he's a natural. "can we, um-- like, expedite this process a little?"

"expedite the process?” I repeat back to him, giggling at his formality.

"what?" his voice goes up an octave, but he's smiling. "you know what I mean."

"I really do." I lean down, pressing my thumb into his jaw and angling his face up to mine to kiss. while his hands curiously move over my body, I start to push down the waistband of my sweatpants. I break contact just for a moment to peel them off, and he releases a quiet whine. it's cute.

"come back." he says softly, watching as I slide the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in my panties.

"I'm back." I peck his cheek, climb into his lap again. "can we take off your clothes, too?"

"mhmm." he nods. his lips part when my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a torturous slowness. I can feel his eyes on my face the whole time.

"what?" I chuckle, peeking up at him for a moment before I pull his shirt open and run my palms up his chest, over his shoulders. he nearly shudders at the sheer touch.

"I just can't believe this is actually happening." he smiles in that way of his, like he's suppressing the depth of his emotions, with his brows slightly raised. I take the opportunity to enjoy the sight of him before me, his rapidly rising and falling chest, the smoothness of his skin.

"honestly?" I start to unbutton his pants, and he jerks up into my hand, blushing once he realizes the earnestness of his actions. I smirk encouragingly. "me, neither."

before I pull down his boxers, my eyes flick to his. "is this still okay?"

"Y/N," he groans. "if you don't do something, I'm gonna cum too early." he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when my hand moves over his clothed erection, like he's holding on. "please."

"sorry." I release him from the confines. it hits his stomach and he waits for my reaction, as if he's afraid that I'll change my mind right now. but I'm definitely not going to. "holy fuck, Spencer."

"what?" he panics slightly, sitting up more. "is it not enough?"

"not enou--" I stutter, almost laugh. "no, it's plenty. I had no idea..."

"oh." he hides the pleased smile on his face, blush spreading over his pretty throat. in the interest of "expediting the process," I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and gently pump him.

Spencer's stomach tenses and he grabs onto the cushion of the couch with a tight fist, sighing.

"mmm..." he doesn't try to word his emotions, but I know. and I like that I'm making him feel this way, sharing this experience. Spencer and I are such close friends, I never thought we'd actually have sex. my assumption was that I'd watch him grow into himself, find a nice girl and treat her like a queen.

but here I am, spitting into my hand before jerking him off to prepare for what’s next. he’s throbbing, sounds coming from his throat.

"I'm gonna sit on it, okay?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. he touches my waist, my neck, kisses a random spot on my chest in the waves of pleasure that I'm giving him.

"o-okay." he mumbles, waiting for me to actually do it. and there's a moment of tense anticipation between both of us, when I sit up and pull my panties to the side. Spencer watches like I'm the only thing in the world, saving the memory of my body on top of his for later.

I run the head of his cock along my entrance, soaking him in the wetness between my thighs. I didn't realize how turned on I'd already gotten, and he lets out a quiet whine when he feels the evidence of how much I want him.

our eyes lock when I sink down. it's a new feeling for him, and the shape of his member as it stretches my walls causes me to bite my lip to withhold moaning too loudly. he whimpers, neck tensing and fingertips digging into my hips.

"o-oh." he sucks in a breath as I reach the halfway point. he's so big, I have to go slow in order not to overwhelm myself. but it feels good, too. like... unbelievably good. I grip onto his shoulders and my head falls forward into his shoulder.

"Spencer, holy shit." I moan.

"does it feel nice?" he asks, concerned for my own pleasure. I feel my chest flutter at the thoughtfulness of the boy wonder even when he's in the midst of losing his virginity, and I lower myself onto the rest of him.

"mhmm," I rest for a moment. "how do you feel?"

"like--" his breath hitches when I begin to rock back and forth on him. "like I've been missing out."

I can't help the giggle that slips past my lips, but then it quickly turns into a longing moan when he starts to thrust up into me like a helpless thing. Spencer is brilliant, but his brain cells go out the window when he throws his head back and begs me to move more.

I nod, raising and lowering myself until we reach a special pace. it's not fast or slow, just the two of us trying to stay in the moment while we hold on tightly to each other. I can feel the cool metal of his watch when he splays his hand out over my spine, the warmth of his breath while he pants against my shoulder.

he hits my g-spot over and over. my moans are torn from my throat by the burning of my lungs. it's like I can't breathe because I'm so focused on chasing the orgasm building in my stomach. and Spencer... I can tell he's almost finished.

the erratic nature of his jerking body tells me.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans into my neck. "do- do you want me to pull out?"

"no." I arch my back and throw myself into the friction of our bodies. he stares up at me while I ride him, the merciless grinding of my hips because I just can't help myself. "oh my god, Spencer."

he notices how close I am and, in a surprisingly deft move, slides two fingers over my pussy to find my clit. the ensuing noise from me tells him that he's found it, and he begins to rub in quick circles. it's rough and hard, but that's exactly what I need right now.

"cum for me, Spence." I breathe. his free hand grips onto my thigh and pulls me over him, his own words unintelligible within the sounds of absolute pleasure.

"please." he begs for something I don't know, spills his seed inside of my pussy and holds onto me like I'm an anchor to this world while he peers into the next. the feeling of him spreading through my stomach, along with the reckless movements of his limbs and the way he looks at me while he rides out his orgasm, sends me over the edge.

"oh my fuck!" I collapse, grabbing his shoulders tightly and rolling myself down while he removes his fingers from my body. it's jarring, the intensity, like my normal functions can't respond correctly. all I can process is the tightening of my stomach, the pleasure between my legs, vision going slightly fuzzy at the edges. he moans when my cunt flutters around him, the muscles trying desperately to hold him here with me forever. I take deep breaths and slow down, my forehead dropping again while I start to remember my own name.

neither of us speaks. I think I'm still too in shock about what just happened, but in the best way. he keeps running his hands over my skin, then wraps his arms around my torso so that I'm pulled against his chest. I smile, kissing his ear before I finally break the silence.

"hi."

"hi." he's got a satisfied tone.

"do you need anything? water?" I ask, exhausted but realizing that this is still new for Spencer and it's my job to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. he nuzzles his nose into my clavicle and squeezes me tighter.

"stay here with me." there's a slight edge to his words. he's afraid of me leaving. I snuggle down, perfectly happy to remain. heat radiates from his skin, and I like the way it feels.

"of course."

we linger in each other’s arms, both of us coming back into the real world and holding on in an attempt to soften the blow. I just had sex with Spencer.

"thank you." he whispers into my hair.

"for what?" the smile on my face is lazy.

"for doing this."

"well, I really wanted to." I laugh. "so, I guess, thank you, too."

"you're quite welcome." his response is cheerful and then we're both laughing, the sound rumbling from his chest. "can we do it again at some point?"

"I would be happy to." I beam. the contented sigh that leaves his lips, followed by a slight sinking of our bodies down the couch in collective exhaustion, fills me with a joy that's quiet but obvious.

“I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” he says. I can practically hear the blush in his cheeks.

“you did amazing, Spence. don’t worry about it.” I press a few stray kisses to him.

I'll need to go clean up, soon, but it can wait a few more minutes. this is my favorite place on earth.

[marbleheavy]

I did Nico so here are some Will Solace headcanons that have bouncing around my brain for a while now

He goes through a sweater phase where he wears almost exclusively slightly too big, brightly colored, knit sweaters with thick collars and cinched sleeves

He read that fact about how if your tongue sticks to a rock it’s actually a bone, and now he licks every rock he finds because “What if it’s the bone of a dinosaur? What if I’m licking part of a T-Rex right now?” (and Nico just lets him do it even though he knows they aren’t bones)

REALLY into pinkie promises. Like, he takes them so seriously. Pinkie promise > swearing on the Styx

He takes a lot of chaotic self timer pictures and always ropes everyone else into them. They always end up looking like an album cover and he looks like he’s the lead singer. It’s not even that he’s always front and center, it’s just the way that he’s holding himself in every picture. When he gets his own apartment or house or whatever, he makes a collage of them all and he has every one of his friends choose a picture and write what the name of the album would be on it.

Going off of that, he is really into crafts but specifically memory crafts (does that make sense???). He makes keepsake boxes and friendship bracelets and so many things because he feels like it doesn’t matter if those things actually look good because the most important part of them is the memory attached.

He uses either 🤠 or ✨ (sometimes 🤪) in almost every text and uses them to convey any emotion. Rachel is the only one who ever understands exactly what he means.

A million friendship and bead bracelets just all the way up his arms. Probably some silly bands too.

He carries a backpack with him almost all the time and it somehow holds every possible necessity but always looks nearly empty. Obviously a first aid kit, but also like snacks and a hat and sunscreen and a million pens and the list goes on and on. It’s kind of in a mom friend way but more of a thing where someone sees “i need x item” and Will just hands it to them wordlessly without even stopping his sentence.

He adores the face masks that are supposed to make you look like an animal but they’re mostly just scary. They make him giggle like a toddler. (Imagine him and Nico with the fluffy headbands with the ears and then the face masks and Will just absolutely losing his shit)

Hozier!! Will loves Hozier!! Also country music (but he has a whole spiel about new age, american exceptionalist pop country because he h a t e s that). Also, and this is the really important one, 80s music but the really synth-y stuff (see my 80s cover band au for more details)

His ideal outfit is a chunky sweater, a jean jacket, jeans that don’t match the jacket, and rain boots. He loves rain boots. He’s got multiple pairs and at least one of them have frogs on them. If he can’t wear rain boots, flip flops in the summer and vans in the other seasons (He’s definitely got a pair of these yellow Vans)

He dresses like a dad but a dad that was born in the 80s and is also three years old

Will has at least three flavors of chapstick on him at any given time

Will Solace with a gun is wonderful, truly. I would like to add to this by introducing the concept of him wearing the side holsters on either this legs or his arms. He wants to go on quests so he can live his dreams of being a cowboy with thigh gun holsters and a hat and boots and all of it. (Also, Nico with knives strapped to his thighs and Will with guns) (Also, also, there’s a Cards Against Humanity card that says “Shooting a wizard with a gun” and that screams Will Solace)

Will is very much a “Let’s not resort to violence” person but in a way where like, Person A tries to punch B and Will is like “hey, we can talk this out” but then B doubles down and says something really out of line and Will just backs up and is like “You know what? Never mind, you do what you need to do” (And also in a “Let’s not fight… except for Nico because isn’t he so pretty with his sword?)

speaking of pretty, Will l o v e s to be called pretty. It makes his sweet summer child heart go brrr

He is obviously very into nicknames and terms of endearment but calling someone “Hon” or “Sweet pea” is always passive aggressive (that’s less of a Will thing and more of a Southern thing)

I would like to bring up the licking rocks thing again because I really do just believe it with my whole heart

For a while, the idea of Will’s grandparents (obviously Naomi’s side) being French has been bouncing around my head and I really do love the idea of Will speaking French fluently but not at all formally. It’s a lot of slang and has a Texas drawl mixed in with it but it’s definitely French (and it definitely makes Nico melt). He will just deadpan look at someone and go “Quoi?” and he counts the infirmary inventory stock in French but only up until sixty, then he switches to English (soixante-dix can suck it, sorry if you’re french but like, just make a new word. there’s no need for me to have to do math while already counting. don’t even get me started on anything in the 90s. quatre-vingt-dix-sept?? excuse me??)

Will and Persephone being buddies!! They just get along well and very much understand being summer people in love with anti-sun people and just, ugh, family dinners in the Underworld and Will always, always brings a gift for her. Will and Nico come in and anyone can hear Persephone yell “Is that Will? Is Will here?” and Will just grins and calls back “Yes ma’am, and I brought you some brownies from my Mama and some of the flowers from her garden”

Also, Nico knows all the deities and Will brings them cookies because they’re a team like that

He either plays soccer or lacrosse but either way he’s very good at it and it’s honestly intimidating (jock will solace <3)

Not to say Will isn’t his fair share of chaotic, but he’s friends with a lot of very chaotic or at the least eccentric people (Cecil and his pranks, Lou Ellen and her pig balls, Rachel and herself, Nico and himself, etc.) so he’s very good at turning on the Southern charm and just smiling his way out of any situation so he can get himself and everyone else away without any consequences

I think that’s all for now!! If you have any additions, please feel free to add them on, I love seeing other people’s ideas!

[mrs-gucci]

Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)

warnings (what you see here is what you’ll get!): smut. the enemy of my enemy is my ally (with benefits). p in v sex. protected sex. rough oral sex. cum- swallowing.

(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex.

word count: 3.2k

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Two Years Ago.

“Y/N...she fucking did it again.” Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone. “She got the fucking TV gig.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.

“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.” He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands. “There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”

She sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”

Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch. “C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”

Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”

Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” He calls after her. “I love you.”

She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her. 

Present Day.

It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade;  just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.

The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry. 

Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.

Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.

The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice. 

God, this was going to be a long fucking day.

-

You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole. 

Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.

It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.

Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.

You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...

So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.

Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”

After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”

The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.

“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.” You purr.

He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.

“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.” His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman. “Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”

You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.” Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine. “I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response. “See you soon, Miss Y/N.”

You offer him a nod.

“Looking forward to it.”

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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.

When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.

He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.

“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.

“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”

He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.

“You’ve got the part.” Charlie says with a small smile. “You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”

You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips. “I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”

“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.” He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.

“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”

You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly. “I believe I do.”

His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you. 

“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”

You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him. “Just kiss me, will you?”

He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.

“Couch.” His voice is soft but husky.

“Unzip me first?” You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.

The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.

Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.

His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh. 

A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck. “I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You smirk, running your hands through his hair. “Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”

He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused. “Is that a challenge?”

“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”

Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“Brat.”

Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.

His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.

“Do you have any, um, protection?”

You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest. “Indeed, I do.”

He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.

His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.  “S-Shit.”

“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.” He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move. “I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”

You nod, softly. “It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”

Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips. 

“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”

You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in. 

He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.” His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.

Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Ooooh, Charlie.” You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.

“God, fffuck I love this cunt.” A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony. “Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”

Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.

You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough. 

The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length. 

His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”

You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.

“Good. Now, on your knees.”

He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.

“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”

You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth. 

Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna--”

You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.

“Ah, fffuuuuck.” His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.

Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs. 

Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same. 

“Mind zipping me back up?” You ask, turning around again. 

He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

A soft smile grazes your lips. “No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”

He laughs quietly.

“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”

“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?” Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He laughs again, blushing a bit. “Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”

Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.

You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.

“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”

Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets. “I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.” You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest. “See you soon.”

He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.

“Can’t wait.”

[ailelie]

strong

It starts when Jirou overhears a conversation between Aizawa and Present Mic that could be flirty or not. This leads to a lunchtime discussion of flirty vs. friendly and whether or not the two teachers are each other's types. This then spins into a conversation about "types" in general.

Lunch ends before Todoroki is forced to answer with his own "type."

Class is a special lecture on heroism and psychology. This brings up the cycle of abuse and Todoroki's mental "no."

After dinner, the conversation lazily turns back to types and Todoroki gets called out for not giving his before. "Strong," he says. He gets teased for not giving more--hair color, sense of humor, hobbies, gender--and he's like "those aren't important." Likes? Dislikes? They push. Then he thinks and shakes his head. Strong encompasses everything important.

Eventually the conversation circles back to the instigating situation: Aizawa and Present Mic: Flirty or Friendly? The students start to scheme and this draws in Mina who pulls in the rest of the squad.

Bakugou thinks the whole thing is stupid. Todoroki is surprised to agree with him. Bakugou also points out that even if they are, maybe they don't want anyone to know. And, besides, what does it matter? (Secretly Bakugou knows he isn't straight and he'd hate to be outed by nosy idiots).

Next day, they're assigned a project. They can work in groups. Groups form and discussions, but the project conversation keeps slipping back to the schemes. Todoroki accidentally makes eye contact with Bakugou and it seems he is just as exasperated. Then Bakugou asks the teacher if they can change up groups if they want to do something else for the project. Teacher says "yes" as long as they finalize groups by the end of the period. Then he asks if he can work alone. That is a "no." So Bakugou considers his options (Yaoyorozu’s group would be focused, but he does not want to work with Iida, etc) and ends up approaching Todoroki who is looking about as miserable as his face allows at his own table. Bakugou confirms he isn't in on the scheme yet and says they should work together instead. Todoroki agrees, much to the surprise and dismay of his friends. He just wants to get the project done.

Near the end of the period, Shinsou drops into a chair by them and says they have to be less annoying than Aoyama's group. And then asks why they peeled off from the others. Bakugou says the rest are too focused on whether or not the teachers are dating. Shinsou suppresses a smirk and says "They aren't." "Like I care?" "We're not talking about that," Todoroki says, pulling them back to the project.

They hash out a study schedule for the project. They've got a month to pull it all together. Finding a quiet place to study is difficult, though.

There is training. Todoroki watches Bakugou finish up a set and comments, "You're strong." Bakugou a bit high on endorphins and beating his personal best just says "No shit."

When their study spot is basically invaded for the third time in a row, Shinsou groans and says he might have somewhere they can study instead. He just has to ask first. Bakugou frowns because that reminds him of an option, too. So, until Shinsou can figure out whether his idea will work, they decide to try working on their project at Bakugou’s house.

Todoroki sees how Bakugou and his mother interact, which reminds him of the lesson on cycles of abuse. On the train back to UA he asks, out of nowhere, “Do you think all kids end up like their parents?”

Shinsou and Bakugou immediately answer “No.” Todoroki is like, “But your mother…” / “But nothing. That’s just how we talk. What’s the point in sulking around or hiding what you mean?” The two then glance to Shinsou who’s just like, “My parents abandoned me. I hope I can clear that bar.” / Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit at that, but he only says, “Yeah. We decide what we’re like. Not them.”

And for the second time that week, Todoroki thinks strong.

A few days later, Shinsou announces he has a place they can study, but it is top secret so they can’t tell anyone. The other two agree. (Bakugou’s house isn’t bad, but it isn’t super close either. Walking distance is much better than a train). So after classes, he walks them away from UA, into the nearby neighborhood, and to an apartment.

Inside the apartment is Present Mic with his hair wet and down, frowning over some papers with a grading pen in his hand. He glances up when Shinsou flicks on the hall light. Shinsou signs something and Mic replies and gets up. “Wha--” Todoroki starts to ask quietly and Bakugou replies before Shinsou can, “He’s going to put his hearing aids back in.” “You sign?” Shinsou asks, surprised. “I’m probably going to be deaf by the time I’m 30,” Bakugou replies with forced nonchalance. “I figured I should learn before I had to.” “You should talk with Yamada.” Bakugou raises his brows. “You live with Yamada?” Meanwhile Todoroki is looking around the room and notices the photographs. “And Aizawa?” he adds. Shinsou just smirks again. “You’ll see.”

Present Mic returns with his hair pulled back. “I didn’t realize today was study day,” he says with a bright smile. “Why don’t you take your friends to the table, Hitoshi? I’ll put together a snack.” He does just that and then returns to the living room and his grading. The whole thing reminds Todoroki of Bakugou’s mother when she and Bakugou weren’t arguing. And he asks, carefully because he knows he misses social cues, “Is Mr. Yamada your father?”

This, of all things, is what flusters Shinsou. “Adopted,” he says. “He and Aizawa.” Bakugou laughs. “So that’s why they’re not dating. They’re married?” Shinsou confirms this and reinforces the secrecy.

At some point Aizawa returns to the apartment and Hizashi invites Todoroki and Bakugou to stay for dinner. Then Aizawa offers to walk them back to UA before he goes on patrol. “We won’t say anything,” Todoroki promises; he knows the value of secrets. Then, after a long minute, Bakugou adds, quietly, “But maybe you should? It’d have been nice to know sooner it wasn’t impossible.” Aizawa only nods. He walks them to the gates and tells them to get to bed.

On his way to his room, Todoroki realizes the implications of what Bakugou had said and once again marvels at his strength. Speaking out against a teacher and professional hero, revealing something about himself like that--compounded with his self-confidence and drive and physical fitness…

Todoroki sinks onto his bed and thinks oh.

Once the thought is there, he has trouble not paying attention to Bakugou. It is a Problem.

He is not subtle. Bakugou calls him out on it and Todoroki answers honestly, “I want to understand you.” Like Bakugou is some kind of complicated puzzle.

Really, the only thing keeping Todoroki from becoming the center of attention as everyone tries to understand why Bakugou is the center of his attention is that the flirty v. friendly now duelling schemes are still on. By this point the teachers know. Yamada is having fun with it. Aizawa is ignoring it.

And Todoroki and Bakugou have dinner at their apartment about twice a week. The project ends (and they ace it), but this routine persists.

It is strange watching the two teachers interact with Shinsou. Todoroki even watches Aizawa and Shinsou train one afternoon and is again resentful about his father and own training. And it builds. They go to the apartment and everyone is so nice and family like. And the teachers ask Shinsou about his grades and tease him over his crush on some girl they never outright name. And it is this fury building. He knows how to swallow back his anger, all of his emotions really, but he’s been letting his guard down more at UA and apparently he’s forgotten the trick of it when he has this much going on inside of him (because it isn’t just the fury; it is also his confusion about Bakugou, his worries about his mother, etc). And on the way back to UA, he quietly demands to know why Aizawa never hurt Shinsou during training.

Why didn’t he hurt him? Why didn’t he insult him? Why? He’s crying but doesn’t realize it. Bakugou is frozen. And then Aizawa is hugging him and suggesting that they return to the apartment and talk instead. Todoroki is calming but everything is still spinning around him. Aizawa asks if Bakugou can return to UA alone and Todoroki surprises himself by saying “No. He can come.” Because Todoroki has no idea what he feels about Bakugou, not really, but he knows the other boy is strong and right now he needs strength.

They return. Yamada sees them and murmurs that he’ll make tea. Aizawa takes Todoroki to the couch. Shinsou signs to Bakugou asking what happened. Bakugou replies that he has no idea. Icyhot (and yes, Todoroki’s name signs are that combination) just started crying. Aizawa interrupts the conversation by asking Bakugou to join Todoroki on the couch. Yamada brings in tea and Aizawa starts asking questions. Bakugou isn’t sure what he’s doing there until he feels Todoroki lean very slightly against his shoulder. A cat jumps into his lap. His voice is basically a monotone, but Bakugou realizes he’s still freaked out. And, as he listens to what he’s saying, he realizes why. Shinsou sits on the floor on Todoroki’s other side and leans his shoulder against Todoroki’s knees.

And after the talking is done and Todoroki is staring down at his cold, undrunk tea and the teachers are in the kitchen talking silently. Bakugou says, “You will never be your old man, Icyhot. I’d kick your ass if you tried.” For some reason this makes Todoroki huff a small laugh. “Good.”

The teachers return. They have extra futons. The boys will stay the night and they’ll discuss everything in the morning. They move the couch and lay out the futons. Shinsou sleeps in his own room, so it is just Bakugou and Todoroki.

Todoroki can’t sleep. Now that he’s calmed from his earlier fury and breakdown, panic is setting in. He can’t believe what he just did. Bakugou notices and, instead of insulting him, asks if he wants to learn sign language. They spend about an hour going through the alphabet and basic words until Todoroki is tired enough to sleep.

In the morning, Todoroki refuses to press any charges against his father. The teachers say that they’ll arrange it so that he spends all of his holidays with them or at the school. And say that he has to start meeting with Hound Dog once a week to talk. Todoroki does not like the mandated counseling, but accepts it as his punishment for letting his emotions get the better of him.

The signing lessons continue. Each night, about an hour after curfew, Todoroki slips down to Bakugou’s room and learns sign language. Kirishima knows the sneaking is going on and that Bakugou is giving lessons, but he’s just so proud of Bakugou making friends on his own that he helps cover for them. (He doesn’t know why Todoroki is learning sign, but he doesn’t ask).

The flirty v. friendly schemes are ongoing and yielding mixed results. The debate is annoying. It has been a month, but the growing mountain of contradictory evidence is keeping the conversation alive. Izuku points out that this is the kind of thing Todoroki would normally be all over, but he doesn’t know how to make himself care. He doesn’t care about other people’s romances. He barely cared about his own before Bakugou.

Because that is definitely still a thing. After Bakugou didn’t make fun of him for his breakdown. After he started teaching him sign language every night. He just wants the other boy close. He doesn’t understand his own impulses beyond that. It is enough that he’s even eaten lunch with the Bakusquad a few times.

Meanwhile, Bakugou is opening up to the teachers a bit more. After seeing how they handled Todoroki’s breakdown, he finally takes Shinsou’s advice and mentions his own hearing loss and how it probably wasn’t going to get better. Then one night he brings up what he’d hinted at before. It’s been weeks since then, but he talks about how annoying the schemes have gotten and asks why the teachers don’t just tell everyone and then says that he’s gay and if they’re too cowardly to let little kids know they aren’t alone and anyone can be a hero, then he’ll just do it himself.

On the walk home, Aizawa tells him he’s right and that they’ll think about it. During sign language practice that night, Todoroki tells Bakugou that his friends had asked him before what his type was and that he’d said “strong.” And then he says, “You’re the strongest person I know. I like you.”

And Bakugou is like “you can’t just say something like that” and Todoroki’s just “why not? It’s the truth.” He maybe quotes or references Bakugou’s comment from over a month ago on the train about being direct. So Bakugou asks if they can talk about it tomorrow and Todoroki just nods and asks, “Do you mind if I eat lunch with you tomorrow? I like being close to you.” And Bakugou feels like he’s about to explode of something, but he agrees and all but pushes Todoroki out the door.

Kirishima is returning to his room after staying late in Kaminari’s room playing games. He checks the time. “Lesson end early?” he asks. Todoroki says, “I told him I like him.” Kirishima’s brows raise--”That would do it.”--and he wishes Todoroki a good night. As soon as he’s out of sight, Kirishima lets himself into Bakugou’s room, knowing his friend is not going to be able to process this on his own.

The day happens and isn’t particularly notable. Todoroki has eaten with Bakugou’s friends before, after all. That night, Bakugou says, “Okay. Let’s try this.”

Kirishima, good bro that he is, provides gossip cover by publicly confessing to Yaoyorozu. He wanted someone unlikely who would definitely not return his feelings and who no one in the class would expect. (She accepts. It is a Thing. They go on a date and he explains. When she looks upset, he says that he does admire her; he just never thought of her that way because he figured he didn’t have a chance. He asks her if she wants to try this while also using their relationship to draw away as much attention as possible from Bakugou and Todoroki. Todoroki is her friend, so she agrees. And thus begins their farce covering a real growing friendship and relationship during which they both gain confidence).

Meanwhile Todoroki and Bakugou go on a date. It goes rather well. Except Todoroki still wants closer.

They start cuddling during their nightly lessons, which somehow remain mostly lesson still. Todoroki curls against Bakugou like a cat, mimicking his gestures.

Bakugou talks with Kirishima about things. Todoroki talks with Shinsou. (He’d like to talk with Midoriya, but even he realizes that wouldn’t be the best idea). On weekends, when other students head home to see family, Todoroki stays with his teachers and Shinsou instead of staying in the dorms like he used to. He sleeps on a futon in Shinsou’s room and tells him about dating Bakugou and wanting more, but not knowing what that “more” is. Shinsou suggests kissing. (And maybe privately teases Bakugou about it but Bakugou just flushes and gets agitated and blusters about being careful. And Shinsou, for the first time, calls Todoroki his little brother (actual ages do not matter) and tells Bakugou not to hurt him. Bakugou is both insulted and relieved by this. As if he would).

So the next night Todoroki asks Bakugou to kiss him. So Bakugou, blushing even though (thanks to Shinsou) he’d known this was coming, does. Soft and chaste. He pulls back and Todoroki blinks slowly and says “Again.” Bakugou smirks or grins and kisses him again. This one is not nearly as chaste.

At some point Bakugou tries to be nice and use ‘Todoroki’ instead of a nickname and Todoroki is like ‘I don’t like all of the nicknames, but I like that you don’t use my family name.’ And Bakugou gets it, but the nicknames start getting nicer. Less ‘halfie’ and more things like “strawberry swirl.”

The first time he does this in front of others, Kirishima glares at him and is trying to figure out how to draw the attention away when Yaoyorozu suddenly calls for him using his given name. The whispers shift immediately. And Kirishima, when he recovers his senses, thanks her for her quick thinking.

But such attention drawing doesn’t last forever, especially as Bakugou and Todoroki start gravitating toward each other during school hours (and the lesson portions of their evenings grow shorter and shorter). Then one day when everyone is starting to question them about it (maybe they fell asleep on the couch together in the common room?), Aizawa enters the room and sighs and says, “I hope you’re not concocting another scheme to harass my husband and me.”

Pin drop.

But at least no one cares about Bakugou and Todoroki being friends (or napping together) anymore.

But people will find out soon (and Bakugou is kinda itching to come out now that Aizawa and Present Mic have; it feels too much like backing down if he doesn’t), so Todoroki and Bakugou talk about what they are and what they want. And for Todoroki it is simple. He just wants to be close. And maybe he mentions also not wanting to be his father and that Bakugou reminds him that he doesn’t have to be, that he can be strong. And Bakugou wants to date. He wants to do all the shit people assume he wouldn’t be interested in. And he wants to do that with Todoroki. Plus, Todoroki’s belief in his strength is good. He feels calmer with him around. (So, basically, they’re each a rock for the other; two strong people making each other stronger by reminding each other of their own strengths and believing in one another).

It isn’t love. But it is something.

So, later that night, Bakugou sneaks down to the kitchen and makes a bento for Todoroki. The next day at lunch, when Todoroki is with his friends, he goes over to them and rolls his eyes at the inevitable takeout lunch. “Don’t eat that crap,” he says, pushing it aside and dropping the zaru soba bento in front of Todoroki. “Made this for you.” Todoroki smiles and thanks him. Bakugou kisses his cheek and is pulling away when Todoroki catches his wrist. “Again.” Bakugou laughs and maybe calls him “insatiable” or something and kisses him on the lips before returning to his own table.

(Kirishima and Yaoyorozu were not briefed on this. Their eyes meet in wide panic because they can’t beat that. They’re plotting across the room when Bakugou notices and waves them off.)

And Todoroki’s friends aren’t sure what just happened, so they ask. Todoroki smiles. “I figured out my type,” he tells them. “Bakugou.”

[bakusdumptruck]

Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

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Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV 

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.  

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars 

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out 

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.” 

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

 Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

 This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session. 

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first 

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT,  I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

 This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like 

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE  

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT 

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype 

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good. 

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked 

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted 

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in 

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp. 

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.  

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up. 

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked. 

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

[artificialqueens]

🙋‍♀️ Happy Pride (Rosenali) - Anonymous

a/n: This is for the Pride Bingo Challenge, for the joy prompt.

summary: Denali and Rosé meet at their first pride.

Denali was so excited for pride this year. She’d just officially come out, and her best friend Kahmora insisted on taking her.

She walked through the whole thing with a huge smile on her face, feeling at home and comfortable in her skin for the first time in a long time. It was freeing to see that there were so many other people just like her, and that she could finally be her true, authentic self.

Denali loved every moment of it. But if she had to choose a favorite part, it was when she met Rosé. They literally bumped into each other when Denali was lining up to buy a new pin, and she was immediately enthralled.

Rosé was gorgeous, with her awesome pink hair and her smile that lit up her whole face. And when they started talking, after each apologizing profusely for bumping into the other, Denali found that they had a lot in common. It was Rosé’s first pride too, and they were each trying to buy the same pin.

“Denali! There you are! Who’s this?” Kahmora asked once she found them in line chatting together. That was when Denali realized that she hadn’t even gotten her name.

“I’m Rosé,” she supplied, sticking her hand out to shake. “I was just talking to…” she paused. “What was it? Denali?” Denali nodded her confirmation, realizing that she hadn’t introduced herself either. “We were talking about our coming out stories.”

“Fun!” Kahmora said. “I’m gonna go save us spots by the stage for the drag show later. Text me and I’ll tell you where I am. And Rosé, you should join us! If you want,” she added before leaving Denali and Rosé alone again.

“That would be really cool if you joined us,” Denali said, wanting to spend more time with Rosé.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

They bought their matching pins and went off in search of Kahmora. Rosé texted her sisters, Jan and Lagoona, and they met up with them too.

The drag show was amazing, but Denali spent half of the show sneaking glances at Rosé. Each time she was looking back they shared a small, private smile, and it warmed Denali up from the inside out.

Pride went even better than Denali could have imagined. When she and Kahmora left that night, Denali had a huge smile on her face and her heart was bursting with joy. She’d had the best time and she’d left with a beautiful girl’s number.

~~~

Rosé was so excited for pride this year. It was her second time attending since she’d told her sisters that she liked girls. And she knew that this year would be even better. Because this year, Rosé was attending with her girlfriend Denali. She’d met Denali at pride the year before, bumping into her and noticing her deep brown eyes, pretty smile, and dimples. They’d easily hit it off and just as easily started dating after they exchanged numbers.

Now they were sharing their first pride as a couple. This time, as they stood in line to get new matching pins, Rosé wrapped her arm around Denali’s waist. This time, they walked hand in hand amidst other happy couples. This time, as they waited for the drag show to start, Denali stood in Rosé’s arms and pulled her in for a kiss. This time, she finally knew what pure joy felt like.

“I love you,” Rosé told Denali after she pulled away, gazing into her eyes and smiling.

“I know,” Denali replied with a mischievous smirk.

“Uh–” Rosé spluttered with a startled laugh.

“And I love you, too.” A genuine smile spread across Denali’s face before she pulled Rosé back in for another perfect kiss. “Happy pride, Rosie.”

“Happy pride, baby.”