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whorelaud · 3 months ago

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OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (04)

social media & irl AU !

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content suggestive !

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Rafe doesn’t know what he did wrong.

One moment, you were laughing and having a blast together, then the next, you were ignoring him, feighing oblivion to the puzzled expression that spread across his face. He played it off, ignoring the emotions washing over him everytime you fixed your attention on him, suddenly feeling his chest swell with pride as you directly flashed him a smile.

Then again, you were his best friend’s little sister, he shouldn’t be bothered by such things, after all, you had control over your own life. But he couldn’t help it, not with your change of tone over the past few weeks.

The mixed signals you sent him were killing him alive, and you didn’t even know it. At one point, he’d excuse himself earlier than everyone else, needing a moment to think his feelings through, contemplate over the sudden rush of frustration every time you’d refer to him as ‘bro’, or introduced him as your brother to other people.

He was sure that you, maybe, in the slightest bit, had interest in him, so what changed? What made you switch up in an instant, casually referring to him as your own brother when the dms you exchanged said otherwise.

It was cool, though, it’s not like you were being serious, merely messing around to entertain your friends. Besides, it was casual, you were both cool, that was all that mattered, right?

Rafe was sprawled on the couch located in your room, mindlessly scrolling through his phone while Ryan and Sarah argued from beside him, with you falling into a fit of giggles everytime Sarah roasted your brother.

The boy strived to remain calm, brushing off the glances he kept stealing in your direction, in an attempt to capture the sliver of skin peaking through everytime you lifted your arms. Hell, he wasn’t even ashamed, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, making you feel shy under his gaze, as it burned holes through your flesh.

“When will you be done?” Sarah suddenly started, dodging the pillow Ryan tossed in her direction. “Can you tell him to stop?!”

“Stop bothering her, Ryan.” You glimpsed over your shoulder, chuckling when Ryan rolled his eyes, creating a barrier with the pillow separating them. “I’m almost done, I jus’ need to touch up my makeup, and get dressed.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready, then.” Sarah shot back, flashing you a smile, though you were facing the other way. “Have fun with these two!”

“Don’t leave me with them!” You whined in protest, Sarah’s footsteps echoing through the distance.

“Fuck you.” Ryan rolled his eyes, rising from his seat. “I need to get the car started, don’t take too long to get ready, it won’t change much.”

You scoffed at his snarky comment, dismissing the boy with your arm, letting tension seep through now that you were alone with Rafe, who was mere inches away from you. The latter maintained the same position, manspreading while he relaxed against the sofa, too accompanied by his phone to pay attention to you, or the fact that the others were gone.

However, you were well aware that wasn’t the case, not with the gazes he sneaked in your direction, lingering everytime your skin was exposed to the air. And if you did that on purpose, not a single person needed to know, not Rafe, that’s for sure.

A smile tugged at your lips, finishing up your makeup with a few touches before you were ready to go. Mind you, Rafe was still there, and not only was he staring, but he fully put his phone by now, entirely directing his attention to you.

Taking advantage of the situation, you pulled your shirt over your head, the gesture causing Rafe to halt in his spot, not expecting you to do such thing. His eyes instantly shifted down your back, throat running dry when you reached to unclip your bra, letting it fall loose around your arms.

Rafe’s fingers clutched around his phone, nearly breaking it with how tight his hold was. He couldn’t comprehend it, the sight of you half naked, though he could only see your bare back, it still drove him crazy, well aware that you were doing it on purpose; for a mere reaction out of him.

A knowing grin made its way across your lips, proud of the said reaction you received from the latter, now sat on your couch with his mouth desperately parting in a sigh, hinting the temptation seizing control of his body.

With a swift movement, you grabbed your swimsuit from the counter, sliding it on with ease, holding onto the two strings you wrap around the neck. Now, you could easily do it yourself, but what was the fun in that?

You wanted Rafe to suffer, regret each word he muttered regarding his feelings for you, even if it was for a brief moment. You’ve been sending the boy signals for the past few weeks, urging him to speak, break out of the shell he created around himself, but nothing was enough, though you did everything in your watch to prove him wrong.

That was until today, of course. Your head shot in Rafe’s direction, flashing him an innocent smile as you held the spaghetti strings in your hands, feigning ignorance to the disbelief spread on his face.

“Do you mind helping me?” You started, cocking your head to the side. “I can’t tie it properly.”

“Hmm?” Rafe choked out, shuffling around as he adjusted his pants, standing up from the position he was in. “Sure, uh, what do you need me to do?”

“You could just, you know,” your eyes flickered to Rafe, as his figure filled your sight, now hovering behind you. You offered him the strings in your hold, with the latter hesitating to reach out, contemplating whether this was a good idea. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Not really,” he admitted, focusing his attention on the back of your head, as it filled the majority of his view. His hand hastily landed around your hair, faltering as he collected it in a fist, leisurely tucking it to your side. “I don’t go around tying girls’ bikini tops.”

“Is that so?” You mused, admiring as Rafe tied the knot into a bow, making sure it was firm around your neck. “Not your first time, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Why’s that relevant right now?” He whispered, words like music to your ears. His gaze locked with yours through the reflection of the mirror, causing your breath to hitch, immediately pausing in your track.

His breath fanned over your exposed back, the fraction causing shivers to run down your spine, Rafe too close for comfort. His hand burned where it laid, the tips of his fingers like feathers to your skin, tickling you as they deliberately trailed down your back, halting just above the string connected to your top.

Rafe seeked your gaze through the reflection of the mirror, searching for any sort of discomfort, continuing as he pleased when you leaned into the touch, silently consenting to the touch. Rafe saw his chance, and took it, his chest pressing to your back when his hand slid down to the curve of your waist, tracing over the flesh with the tip of his fingers, almost as if he’d hurt you if he applied any pressure.

“You could’ve easily done that by yourself.” Rafe’s voice tumbled into a whisper, tone dripping with desire, one he wasn’t aware he had within him. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You innocently shot back, satisfied with the squeeze Rafe gave to your hip in return.

His lips ghosted over your ear, a ragged breath escaping his throat as he hushed out your name. It was subtle, and if he wasn’t so close, you would’ve totally missed it. However, you heard it, the way he said it doing things to you.

“I’m surprised you know my name.” You replied, sarcasm visible through your tone.

Rafe remained silent at your statement, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he took a whiff of your scent, your aroma intoxicating his senses. He doesn’t know what overcame him at the moment, his hands moving faster than his brain when his fingers pressed down to your side, the fraction earning an inaudible gasp out of you.

A familiar voice echoed through your ears, causing both, you and Rafe to freeze, instantly scrambling to untangle yourself from his hold when Ryan’s shouts erupted through the walls, announcing that he’ll be waiting downstairs.

You cleared your throat, gaze travelling to the ground as you hid the smile forming on your lips, ignoring the way your pulse quickened from Rafe’s touch. The latter hovered from behind you, debating what his next move should be, his arms awkwardly hanging to his side.

“I need to change out of my pants,” you exclaimed, cutting through the silence, your sentence earning Rafe’s attention. “Are you gonna keep staring?”

“What?” He choked out through a breath, lips slightly parting.

“I’m asking if you could leave,” you further explained, chuckling at the way his cheeks flushed, tinted with faint redness. “Unless you want to stay–”

“I’ll leave.” He hurried to respond, “You continue getting ready, I’ll buy you some time.”

An appreciative smile tugged at the corner of your lips, observing as Rafe took off, leaving you a flustered mess while you contemplated over what just happened.

Was it not a dream? Because, no way in hell did that happen, with Rafe; of all people.

Quickly changing out of your bottoms, you threw on a shirt over your top, heading downstairs. You perked up at the sight of your best friend, accepting the hug she offered once you were in her presence.

Your families decided on eating out with, and in their words, the kids, suggesting they go to a fancy diner to blow off some steam, having been drained with work for the past few days. While staying in bed was tempting, you couldn’t deny your parents, kindly begging you to tag along.

It was a nice little catch up with the elders, they informed you of all the business they’ve been discussing as of late, which in your opinion, was boring, merely smiling and nodding to everything they said.

Rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you the whole night, taking the seat across from you, making it impossibly hard to avoid him. For a moment, you started regretting your choices, catching on the awkwardness seeping through the air, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

The boy kept to himself for most of the time, his responses short every time Ryan would speak, interrupting the thoughts clouding his head. It was extremely difficult to brush off what went down between you two, the said moment switching a button inside him.

He was aware of your beauty, finding you alluring from the moment that you dmed him, but right now, it was different. He admired you with such endearment, gaze flickering to your glossy lips, too busy chatting with Sarah to direct your attention to him.

He shook off his thoughts, peeling his eyes off of you as guilt settled in his chest. He can’t let anything happen between you two, after all, he did promise Ryan that nothing would bloom out of this, and while a hint of disappointment filled his insides when Ryan drew a line, he did everything in his will not to question it.

The ride back filled with chaos, you and Sarah claiming aux the moment you stepped in the car. Your parents snickered as you two sang along to the lyrics, creating your own karaoke throughout the drive back.

“Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Sarah questioned once each of you took a corner on the couch.

“Sure.” Ryan rose from his seat, surprisingly excited. “What should we watch?”

“I’ll pass,” you huffed, standing to your feet. “I’m kind of tired, go ahead and watch without me.”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion, puzzled by the excuse you used. His eyes shifted to Sarah as she tried to convince you to stay, merely for you to brush off her attempts with an apology, insisting they continue without you.

He didn’t question you, yet, of course he was concerned, blaming your action back to what happened earlier. Sarah played the movie, and Rafe was on the edge of his seat the entire time, itching to check up on you, find the reason behind your discomfort.

He could only handle so much, pulling out his phone when his curiosity was no longer bearable.

You perked up at the knocks erupting through your ears, eyes widening with shock, yet slight anticipation. Scrambling out of bed, you moved to approach the sound, twisting the doorknob with interest, peaking your head through the crooked door.

Your face flushed with heat at the sight of Rafe, concern washing over his face. He was slightly hovering over you, as you bent down, making him look extremely big compared to you. Rafe tilted his head, attempting to capture the rest of your face hidden behind the door.

“Are you not inviting me inside?” He asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was in sight.

“Why should I?” You scoffed, straightening your back. “Go back, they’ll be suspicious since you randomly disappeared.”

“I excused myself to bed,” he explained, hand pressing to the door. “Now let me in, I won’t take long.”

You suppressed the adrenaline rush filling up your insides, moving to the side for the purpose of welcoming Rafe in. The boy took the gesture for granted, entering and shutting the door behind him, his back pressing to the wood while his hand yet clutched to the doorknob.

“Let’s talk.”

“What’s there to talk about?” You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest. “I said what needed to be said.”

“But I didn’t.” Rafe defensively shot back, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. “Now listen to me– I’ll be quick.”

“Okay,” you nodded, skeptical with where this was going. “Go ahead.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about earlier, hell, it was stupid.” His eyebrows furrowed with pent up frustration, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I jus’ got caught up in the heat of the moment.”

Your expression softened at the unexpected words, taken aback by his concern. Sure, you were expecting some sort of apology, but the way he spoke with such a sweet tone, indicating he was afraid he did something wrong, it didn’t fail to make your heart skip a beat, too caught up in your own head to respond.

Gaping your mouth to speak, your action fell short when you heard a knock on the door, causing both you and Rafe to halt in your tracks. You hushed Rafe when he parted his lips to talk, pointing out the suspicious amount of noise seeping through the silence.

“Do they know you're here?” You mouthed, making Rafe shake his head.

“Bug!” Sarah’s voice erupted through your ears, eyes slightly widening when the girl knocked again, striving to grab your attention. “Open up, I know you’re awake.”

“Hide,” you mouthed once again, grabbing Rafe by the wrist, and dragging him to your closet. “I’ll let you know when she leaves.”

“Wait–” Rafe froze when you gestured towards the cramped space. “I’m not hiding in your closet.”

“Do you wanna get us caught?” You warned, expression washing with disbelief.

“You’re acting as if we did something,” he grumbled back, avoiding your gaze. “I’ll jus’ say I was speaking to you; it’s no big deal.”

“You told them you were heading to bed,” you started, wincing when Sarah knocked again, implying she was still outside. “What will Ryan think when he finds out you were in my room, mind you, way past ten? Ryan’s crazy, he’ll kill both of us!”

“Okay,” Rafe huffed, “But I'm not hiding in your closet, I’ll wait in the bathroom until she leaves.”

“What if she decides to use it?” You argued, considering the possibilities. “I’m not risking it, Rafe, hide until she leaves; I’ll come up with an excuse to get you out.”

Without further questioning things, Rafe entered your closet, with you immediately shutting the door behind him. You mumbled a small ‘coming’ while aiming for the doorknob, coming to a halt when you twisted it open, anything but anticipating what was awaiting you outside.

“Took you long enough!” Kiara’s voice echoed through your ears, a breath knocking out of your chest when she embraced you in a hug, soon followed with Cleo joining you, as well as Sarah, and the rest of the boys, who stood to the side and watched with amusement.

“Why did no one tell me about this?” You gasped, tightening your hold around your friends.

“It was a surprise!” Sarah muffled out.

Yeah, Rafe was in for a night.

a/n hii!! sorry these wasnt smau this chapter buttt i hope you enjoyed :) likes n reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

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nosyrobin · 5 months ago

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Inosuke!reader face reveal lol

BATBOYS/BATFAM’S REACTION TO INOSUKE!READER’S FACE REVEAL:

Your face got exposed when you were trying to fight a villain that was a super one. Not caring at least the slightest, you ran into danger. Doing anything you can with your Dual Serrated Nichirin Katanas. The boys were watching intensely, not knowing when to jump in as it seemed you handle yourself perfectly. But as the supervillain blasted you, smoke covers the scene. Batman gave the signal and the boys go to save you, worried about your safety.

But when they only saw the boar head and not your body, Jason was about to go back to his old ways and start killing as he cocked his gun while dick and Tim searched the area for you. Damian was about to join the second eldest until they heard your familiar laughter.

“NEHHEHE!”

That’s when the supervillain is on the ground, shaking as you stomped on their ribs.

“Haha! I won! I won! I’m stronger than you…uh what’s your name?” You asked, crouching down with knitted brows. The Villain felt disturbed in your presence.

“(Random villain name)” you laughed before saying the name wrong anyways. Sparkly emit from your body. The boys and Batman were shocked to see you standing still. The only problem was that your back was faced towards them. Your back muscles flexing every laugh you exit from your mouth. You tied up the villain who just laid there frowning, frowning how they’ve gotten beaten by a random board head.

As you finished tying up the foe and put your katanas back to their places, the youngest ones hugged you. Surprising you as you started to tweak out in their hold. Like a wild cat wanting to be put down as the two eldest let out a breath of relief. Batman also did too, dropping down like the badddd man he is.

That’s when you turned around that silence was even loud itself. All the boys just stared shocked at your face. Your face….was so beautiful.

“HOW IN THE WORLD—”

“Are you an angel perhaps?”

“I never expected your face to look like that.”

“Well I’m surprised.”

Lastly Bruce stayed silent, to which you noticed as the boys also stayed quiet.

“…..” Batman stayed quiet before patting your head. Only glad to see you were okay. The Batmobile was called in, and you relaxed while the boys kept staring at your angelic face.

“You should keep the boar head off, and maybe you will actually attract people you like.” Damian says, being a little shady but truthful as you just scrunch your face at him.

“No! I don’t listen to Demetri!” Saying with a huff as you put on your boar head.

The boys groaned, leaving Bruce to just laugh to himself.

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occamstfs · 6 months ago

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Man Of Your Dreams

Wallflower Dylan is gifted a new psychedelic from his friend. Used to watching frat bros from afar he finds the pill seems to affect far more than his mind.

Intended this to be plot light but so it goes! Probably going to take this week off to avail myself to other authors entering my Viral Transformation Challenge! The next story will likely be my own take on the theme so look forward to that next week alongside those from a litany of other stellar TF writers! Until then! -Occam

Dylan was fairly straight-laced, going into his senior year of university he hadn’t strayed much at all from class besides tagging along with his friend from high school to some of the more boisterous frat parties. Said friend Tony was quite more of a wild child, often invited himself because he was the source of some of the more illicit substances to be found at these parties. He’d invite Dylan whenever he’d need a more sober pair of eyes, namely if he was planning on rolling or otherwise getting high on his own supply. Despite his mild manner, Dylan always hopped on the chance, going to ragers was supposed to be part of the whole college deal right? And besides, he didn’t mind the chance to ogle brazen men he would under normal circumstances be fearful of making eye contact with.

Knowing of his friend’s meek disposition, and repressed hunger for the most vulgar of men, when Tony hears of a crazy new psychedelic on the market he has a feeling Dylan might finally let his hair loose. Reviews say the stuff makes reality feel like a waking dream. Anything seems possible and to your body it might as well be. Steamier sources swear that dreaming about sex on the stuff is even better than the real thing. Tony, never concerned about side effects of his material, gets straight to hitting up the usual channels to see what he can get and is able to scrounge up a single pill of the stuff. He wonders if he should try it out himself first before deciding he owes his friend at least first dibs.

Dylan is floored at how quickly he agreed to taking the pill. After initially being standoffish at Tony’s suggestion that he use it to fuck frat bros in his mind, once his friend started explaining what he’s heard Dylan couldn’t pass up the opportunity to really live out his fantasy. He’s not going to outgrow being a wallflower, nor is at all confident that any of the performatively masculine men would fuck him. Staring at the pill the only thing holding him back is Tony’s vapid instructions. ‘Just have a blast dude, fuck your way through those bros hah!’ Dylan’s asking about the side effects falls on deaf ears as Tony just crassly humps the air to try to convince his friend to go out on a limb. Despite his qualms and fears, and the lack of confidence inspired by Tony’s actions, Dylan feels sure that his friend wouldn’t give him something actually potentially dangerous.

Holding tight to that misplaced confidence, as soon as Tony departs Dylan pours himself a glass of water and chokes the pill down. The small tablet leaves a metallic taste in his mouth, quickly hidden by the copious amount of saliva and bile starting to rise in the back of his throat as he immediately feels the urge to vomit. Man of will despite appearances, he keeps it down and just as soon scowls as he thinks about the lack of preparation offered by his friend and prepares to tear into Tony as soon as the trip is over. Standing up he feels the room spinning around and murmurs in shock, “su- surely it’s shouldn- work this… fas-” He stumbles over to his bed and falls face down as he feels his body growing sweaty.

Before his well-practiced anxiety response can rise his mind is flooded with every pleasant hormone it’s able to produce. Every muscle in his body tenses and he feels his cock struggle to force itself erect in the awkward position he’s fallen in. Dylan moans as every sensation sends signals so intense and potent that his mind can barely maintain consciousness. Indeed he finds himself struggling to even hold his eyes open as his eyelids grow weighty. Even perfunctory bodily functions feel erotic as he begins to fade, the burning of cold air in his stretching lungs, the sound of his own heartbeat and the warmth of blood coursing through his veins. Drool immediately pools under his head as he crests into a stuporous induced unconsciousness, far too unprepared for what awaits him in his trip, and the new world he is to encounter afterwards.

Dylan is sitting in a chair across from a man he knows too well and not at all. Face to face with Ben Harrington, president of Beta Delta Alpha, Dylan has to push down the immediate rush of fear. Taking a breath he reminds himself that this is a dream, one that Tony swears he should have pretty lucid control over. As the president stands opposed, leaning on nothing he flexes his arms and the pastel button up Dylan usually sees him clad in changes into a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He smirks as he pushes sunglasses up his face and speaks in a tone intoxicated, under the influence of nothing but Dylan himself. His raspy voice sends a shiver down the meek man’s spine as he feels himself unable to retreat, “So, uhh, Dylan is it?”

Approaching enough to touch him, Ben puts an arm over Dylan’s shoulder, exposing his clearly unwashed pit. Dylan takes a deep breath and forces his eyes closed from the burning over-stimulation of this man baring down on him. Still, from the sticky breath blowing across the face it's clear he is continuing to inch even closer, “You want me do you?” Dylan gulps as the man gets even closer, Ben’s lips almost touching his own, “Or do you just want to be me?” This takes Dylan out of it as he steps back away from the imposing man. Eyes opening he tries to manipulate the scene as Tony implied he should be able to. The Ben of his mind tilts his head and tsks, “‘Fraid you’re not the one in charge here after all.”

Ben closes the gap once more and throws his arm around the easily manhandled Dylan pulling his body against his own sweat stained form. He smirks and leans in directly to whisper something into the dreamer’s ear, “and if you do really wanna fuck me, well. You’re gonna have to become something more my type. Yeah?” Dylan blinks in surprise, he’s heard of bad trips and the like but something seems decidedly wrong here. Before he’s able to come to any cogent conclusion the dream Ben reaches down his free hand into Dylan’s pants. His sweaty hand instantly wraps around the smaller man’s balls and squeeze. Dylan hasn’t a chance to scream in shock he feels himself lose control. Of his body, his mind, and the world around him as he begins to fall back.

He’s humping the air as he’s falling into an abyss. He doesn’t feel the fear that this descent should evoke. Usually nightmares that turn this way immediately blast him back to consciousness, instead it fills him with adrenaline that only heightens the delight coursing out from his cock. Sure that he’s now laying face down in a pool of his own semen in the real world, Dylan does what he can to focus on the pleasure as intended.

The sound of wind tearing past him makes him unable to hear his moaning screams as his clothes are shredded by the searing gale. Rapt in delight, the blaring gusts begin to slow. Air caresses him like a full body hug and suddenly he is deposited onto soft ground. Dylan doesn’t quite repose as his body continues convulsing. Cum begins to sprinkle down on him from the plethora of loads released during his descent and he finally finds wherewithal to paw at his crotch. Grasping at his balls he finds them unmistakably larger, “Wha?” No longer falling, Dylan opens his eyes and seems to be back in reality.

Dylan awakens and blearily rubs his eyes with clearly semen stained hands. “Oh what the, ugh- Am I awake?” His eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the lighting of a room that is decidedly not his bedroom. “Can’t be right?” Shaking the mess off his hands without a second thought he stands to his feet with a grunt and feels his cock bobbing, still impossibly rigid. His hands return to this turgid beacon before they almost happenstance fondle his balls. His sluggish mind struggles with how heavy and large they feel, nothing like the ones he has in reality. He smirks as the last words of Ben snake through his mind- “Become something more my type.” Who’d’ve thunk the president was into horndogs.”

Sniffing the air he begins to inspect the room surrounding him. Dirty clothes litter the floor and he finds a pervasive musk filling the air. Something in the back of his mind itches that there should be a can of axe around somewhere to cover it up, which he ignores for a number of reasons. He should be able to will the room to stop stinking. He certainly wouldn't do so with cheap body spray, and for the life of him he can’t bring himself to want to. Each deep breath of the stink he finds himself growing even hornier. Dylan feels his balls churning as he grasps them, he’s already cum a good number of times and yet he still craves release.

He imagines the firm ass of a frat brother and leans against his dresser he uncontrollably begins to hump once more. Something flickers at the back of his mind yet again and he rips into an open drawer. Throwing clothes onto the pile of dirtied garments already littering the floor, Dylan removes a fleshlight which he proceeds to make exuberant use of. No time for his mind to question why he’s suddenly a top as his cock fills the sex toy more with every grunting thrust.

Pubes scratch against his thumb as his crotch shifts into one that would instantly render a razor unusable. Likewise hair that has never even had to be controlled on his ass begins to thicken, growing itchy as a true jungle of curls begins to flourish on both sides of his waist. Soon enough his cock grows large enough that the toy is rendered unusable, with a furrowed brow and ungrateful grunt he tosses it to his room leaving it dripping on the floor as he somehow remains just as sexually unfulfilled as when he began, “Fuck I need the real thing…”

The real thing not present Dylan looks down at his cock and gasps as he sees what has become of his package. He doesn’t have a ton of sex but he usually keeps it clean and pretty hairless down there just for his own sake. Beyond the forest of pubes thick enough to get his hand stuck in, he covers his mouth in shock as he sees a veiny cock larger than he’s ever seen on a man with the low hanging massive balls to match. He does his best to focus up on anything besides how horny he is, but as pre continues to trickle from his hardened cock that becomes increasingly difficult. He bites his lip and looks past his throbbing cock at the floor. If he puts it away perhaps it’ll quiet of its own accord.

Dylan doesn’t pay heed to which clothes are clean or dirty as he throws on whatever best could hide his cock from his hands and mind. Nor could he notice just how far cleanliness and decency have fallen as priorities for him as he struggles to fit his package in clearly stained sweatpants. Itching at his waist as his pubes begin creeping up into a treasure trail racing to mee the spreading curls beginning to decorate his chest, his dull awareness finally notices that his whole body has begun changing. His thin arms have clearly put on powerful muscle from his mindless sessions of self-love, veins trailing down them make it difficult for him not to get straight back to masturbating at the thought of his own strength.

Similarly his eyes latch onto a chest that has somehow exploded into pecs without his knowing. Muscle that has never begun to grace his body now jiggles with every movement. He clenches his jaw hard trying to muster willpower not to give into his most basal urges, but as he feels his thighs fill the sweatpants he just threw on he wonders how long he could possibly hold out. His cluttered mind struggles to recall that he is on some kind of psychedelic trip as he fails to remember how long Tony said it would last. Instead swimming through dulling memories the voice of his, er, the frat president speaks up. “Ah god… You’re looking fucking good Big D. How’s your mind hangin’ in there?”

It takes a few moments for the words to sink in before Dylan can reply, “My, unh- mind?” His balls pulse as his eyes dash across the room while he struggles to think. God he’s been struggling to think this whole time. His cock lurches as he’s able to realize that every thought in his mind has been growing increasingly clouded. “Big D?” Dylan can’t help but smirk as his beyond impressive cock strains his sweatpants at being called Big D. He grunts as he tries to shake off the lusty delirium, “Need to chill out. Ugh. Sober up.” He hears the president tsk at him yet again, waiting with bated breath for the mans words his pecs bulge even larger on his chest. “Too late for that bro, just give in. Why have a trip into true unadulterated ecstasy when you can have a lifetime. You can finally be the man of your dreams.”

As soon as the words of Ben, his president, are spoken in his mind it becomes clear that Big D doesn’t even have the ability to fight back against the ever-present urges that now control his body. He tears off the sweatpants that were barely holding in there as he fully give himself to whatever is calling out for him, the drug, Ben Harrington, whatever. His body bulks beyond measure to become man enough to carry the vulgar package that lies in his crotch. He masturbates into the leg of his sweatpants torn asunder as his torso bulks up, evidence of his endless celebrations as a man of Beta Delta Alpha.

Bestial body hair begins to cover his torso as his beard grows thick and dark. The tangle of hair in his pits thickens and spreads enough that it, nor it’s dominating musk, could ever be hidden. Muscle bulges on his arms large enough to haul kegs and toss out fuckers that get to rowdy at their festivities. Beyond apathetic to manicuring his appearance as he knows he’ll have people lining up at his doorstep regardless of needless things like hygiene or cleanliness he rubs his thick sweat covered thighs and feels how sensitive every inch of his skin has become.

He smirks as he imagines, recalls rather, how constantly he gets to enjoy the sensual opportunities offered by his new form. He’s got all he needs dangling between his thick thighs and everyone who matters already knows it. The president certainly does. Big D smirks as he thinks of their vacations together on the frat’s dime. He puts his arms behind his head and sniffs his musky pits as he lays in repose, a thick cloud of musky sweat surrounds him as he begins to hear the sound of festivities breaking out on the floor below him and someone’s fervent footsteps racing up the stairs to his den.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Big D imagines that some couple is looking for an empty room with urgency. He paws at his crotch excited to join in on their fun. Instead he sees some nervous looking guy who freezes as soon as he sees the behemoth, fear in his eyes. “D-Dylan!? I- That drug, there was something, something s-” He stutters and his hands shake as Big D rolls his eyes and stands almost two heads taller than he should over Tony, one of their frat’s little party drug dealers. Still, he wouldn’t have come up here for no reason. Big D silences him with a finger and slams the door shut behind him. Tony’s brow furrows as he looks around the room in confusion. Even his perpetually drug-addled mind can tell something unreal, something impossible has happened to his friend. “That pill can’t have done this right?” Tony takes nervous breaths and Big D’s musk rapidly fills his lungs, distracting him from whatever petty issue brought him in. Who cares about concern when his small cock is beginning to rise from simply standing near the priapic titan.

Big D’s voice rumbles through Tony, making him weak at the knees, “You wanna have some fun don’t you?” The drug dealer can’t help but nod and swallow the drool pooling in his mouth as the bestial Adonis stands over him, cock dripping ever-ready for another round. Tony isn’t sure if he’s started tripping himself or what, but as he begins making out with the frat bro he finds himself not minding as memories of whoever Dylan was disappear. After all pleasure is the most important thing, and no one is better at spreading heady delight than Big D.

#male tf #mental change #jockification #frat bro tf #dumber #hair growth #muscle tf #masculinization #male transformation #fratification #himbofication

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islandheartprincess · 2 months ago

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into the new years ✧ r.c oneshot

summary: rafe is yours, he just doesn't know it. ˖⁠♡*⁠.⁠✧

pairing: rafe cameron x obsessed and HOT reader

c!w: swearing, no smut, only kissing rlly, reader leaves rafe wanting more, rafe is mesmerized

a/n: happy new years! here's a one shot to open into 2025 ♡

with new years coming up, there was only one person you could dream of entering the new year with. rafe cameron, kook prince.

everyone would be attending the annual new year's party at your college, including your special someone. it was a good opportunity to get out the house, get drunk with your friends, have fun. you even dressed up for rafe, for gods sake.

putting on a tight top and the shortest skirt you could find, just hoping he would even glance at you once. you should've felt a little shame, at least, but you really had forgotten all of your dignity when it came to rafe Cameron.

you had kept your eye on rafe the whole night, feeling your heart break a little everytime you saw him conversing with a girl, already imagining the flirty remarks he gave them. you had to remind yourself that he barely knew you, and he's basically been with every girl on the island.

you could've cared less though, he was yours, despite him not knowing it. the other girls you saw, putting their hands on his biceps, giggling at his slightest comments, they didn't like him how you did.

sliding away from your friends, you watched rafe through the crowd, music blasting loud into your ears. he found himself at the makeshift bar, getting another drink. that was your signal. you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way to get a drink. whilst pouring your drink, someone bumped you, causing you to spill your drink on the floor and thankfully not on yourself.

when you turned your head, you felt your stomach flip when your eyes landed on him. rafe. "shiittt, my bad," he drunkenly said, before looking at you. letting out a whistle, he signaled for someone to clean up the mess before returning his attention back to you. he eyed you up and down, letting his gaze linger on your chest for a little while longer.

"that's okay" you smiled at him, fluttering your lashes and placing your hand onto his arm. "have I met you before?" he said to you, inching closer.

"i don't think so?" you responded, letting your lips pout a little while your eyes had a look of innocence, yet still remaining seductive.

"mmmm, would've remembered a gorgeous face like yours." you knew he was drunk, but his flirtatious comments still made your heart beat. "well, now you wont forget it, im y/n"

he licked his lips, you were perfect. "names rafe. really wanna get to know you better, princess." that was all it took before you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into an empty hallway.

you pushed his back against the wall, his hands not knowing where to even start. he gripped your waist, as you began kissing his jaw. his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, "fuck you're hot" you felt his hot breath against your neck, trailing up and kissing him harshly on the mouth.

you kissed with passion, not knowing how long you'd been waiting for this. it was sloppy, given how drunk he'd been and how desperate you were. his tongue slipped into your mouth needily licking at you.

rafe's hands dropped down to your ass, squeezing you as you continued making out with him. finally, you pulled away, letting out a heavy breath. looking up, you saw rafe looking at you with desperation in his eyes, he needed you, more.

it was cute, really, how pathetic he looked. i mean, you couldn't just leave him like that, right? so, you planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him with nothing but a wink. swaying your hips, as the crowd next to you cheered, counting down into the new year.

he watched you walk away, but instead of feeling angry, he was just hypnotized. who were you and why did he need you so bad?leaving him in his drunk, and needy state only made his want for you worse.

you were his mystery girl, and he definitely wasn't forgetting you after that.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x you #outerbanks fanfiction #outer banks #islandheartprincess #outerbanks x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron blurb #one shot

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l0vergirlwrites · 4 months ago

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always, forever ; jj maybank

synopsis: after the events in morocco, you can’t help but think about how you almost lost the love of your life.

warnings: general angst themes, mentions of blood & death & weapons & alcohol, established relationship with jj, spoilers of s4 ep10

note: obx season 4 actually didn’t end the way it did btw!! this is how it should’ve ended!!

the warm night air at poguelandia was filled with laughs, cheers, & various conversations between the pogues as the radio blasted in the background. it was a pogue style celebration for getting the crown, for fighting tooth & nail, & for being a team.

while the rest of the pogues were on the upper level by the hammocks, feet pounding against the wood with each jump or dance move, you had situated yourself on the main level’s porch, your eyes trained on how the current in the marsh moved, the way the willows bent to the wind, and the fireflies floating through the atmosphere.

you should’ve felt more happy, bursting with joy with each beer you nursed, dancing by jj’s side like there was no tomorrow. but part of you just couldn’t shake the near death encounter you both experienced.

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the sand was everywhere, whipping at your bodies quickly as you ran through narrow pathways. jj’s hand was tightly holding yours as you led the two of you, his other securing the blue gemmed crown to his waist. gunshots & yelling men could be heard in the background, making you run faster out of fear.

“turn right up ahead!” jj yelled through his bandana covered mouth, squeezing your hand as a signal.

you turned, coming face to face with a wooden door which seemed promising. one minute, you were opening the door. the next, you were in the arms of a dangerous man.

groff had a knife to your neck, pressing hard into your skin as a warning of what he was really capable of. you struggled to breathe in his hold, chest rising up & down frantically as you stared at jj.

the blonde moved slowly towards you, negotiating a trade off between him & the man who’s supposedly his real father. in a swift motion, the crown was in groff’s possession & you were safe in jj’s embrace.

you remember his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, his broken voice assuring you that you were okay when your fingers dug into the clothing on his back.

however, this moment was short lasting because jj let you go so he could face groff one last time.

once you saw groff’s blade twitch in his hand, you pulled jj back as groff moved forward. his knife luckily didn’t go deep into jj’s side, & you had kicked it out of groff’s grip. soon enough, groff was kicked into a ditch below & jj had clutched his side.

the cut was easily remedied by your caring hands, ripping off some of your clothes to press into his side. you were crying by this point, being comforted by jj’s voice & hands as he slid down against the wall. your hands pressed into the wound to keep pressure on the slow bleeding, trying to remind yourself that it was mild & it could’ve been worse.

it could’ve been way worse.

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“was wondering where you went, baby”

you blinked hard, running a hand over your face before turning to the blonde. you smiled at him as he sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his embrace.

“i didn’t go far” you mumbled as you pressed a kiss into the skin on his shoulder, lips touching an old scar of his while you squeezed his knee.

jj couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your hand on his knee wearing the ring he stole for you on your ring finger. “knew it’d be the perfect fit” his thumb pad ran over the silver ring, turning his head to look into your eyes.

you didn’t say anything else, just needing to kiss him because words were too difficult. “i really love you” you breathed out against his lips, unable to hide your smile when he kissed you harder at your omission, his hand on your cheek holding you in place.

jj repeated those words back to you as he pulled away, his thumb running across your bottom lip in thought. he could tell the events from morocco were weighing down on you, he could see it in the way you looked at him.

you were scared that he might vanish somehow after coming so close to it. the thought of it weighed down on him too.

“i’m not going anywhere, you know that right?” he spoke softer now, eyes trained on yours despite his hand pulling one of your free ones to his heart.

with your palm pressed against his chest, you could feel his heartbeat beneath his skin. it made you tear up involuntarily. “i know,” you nodded, clutching the material of his shirt. “i just… m-my mind won’t let me forget it”.

your eyes drifted to his left side, where you could see some of the medical bandaging you had put on earlier peeking out from under his shirt. his cut was healing, he was okay—but you knew it was gonna leave a permanent scar.

jj nodded understandably. he himself had his own internal battles with what happened, the small injury he had sustained.

“if it weren’t for your quick thinking, i—“ he stopped himself from saying it. “you saved me, baby” jj smiled, wiping the stray tear that fell onto your cheek without a second thought.

“well, you saved me first—“ he shut you up with a kiss, brushing his nose against yours.

“we’re always gonna save each other. i know that” you whispered against him when he pressed his forehead into yours, his arm around your shoulders securing you to him—to remind you that nothing will come between you two.

“always” jj agreed, a sappy laugh escaping his chest when you hugged him, your face seeking comfort in the crook of his neck.

he melted into your touch, breathing in the scent of your perfume like a vice as he let out a few tears of his own.

“it’s us against the world for life. always, forever” & you couldn’t agree more.

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willowpains · 4 months ago

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livestream

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

“We have one last surprise for everyone watching” Drew said to all the fans commenting on the livestream.

Maddie and him were doing an instagram live, kinda celebrating the success the show was having.

During filming and still after, they continued living together.

So at the moment, they were having a blast joking with the fans and being able to interact together in one livestream, asking questions, reading theories, joking around, talking about funny experiences on set, some scenes that didn’t make the cut, etc.

They had already spoken with Nick and JD at the beginning of the live, and you had absolutely forgotten the text Maddie sent earlier on your group chat where she invited everyone to join.

The one you had agreed to be on, saying you’d be ready to make an appearance.

And of course, the one you had forgotten.

In all honesty, you don’t know how it happened.

One moment you were watching asmr clips on tiktok and the next you were asleep with your phone still on your hand.

Damn asmr ladies.

You had just woken up from your nap, the reason?

The sound of many texts hitting your phone.

Trying to open up your eyes properly, you squinted at your phone screen.

“Shit” you groaned as you barely read over the messages Maddie was sending you, quickly answering with a short: joining now!

You sat on your bed, quickly fixing your hair and your shirt, as you opened the Instagram app.

As you clicked on Drew’s Instagram icon signaling that he was live, you quickly sent an invitation to join, not even daring to check yourself before putting your face out there in front of thousands of fans watching.

The high of waking up with the feeling of almost missing out on the promise you had made to your friends had you not thinking straight.

You probably should’ve taken a minute before joining.

In that moment, the screen split up in half, and your face appeared below Drew’s.

“Y/n is here everyone!” Drew said with a smile.

“Hi guyssss!” You said to your phone with a groggy voice, as you waved and smiled to your screen, seeing how sleepy you still looked.

Maybe no one would notice.

“Were you asleep?” Drew asked as he leaned into his phone and squinted his eyes.

Awesome.

You tried to act like he was talking nonsense as you furrowed your brows.

“Who? Me?” You said as you cleared your throat pointing at yourself.

Suddenly, Maddie appeared on screen besides Drew as she pointed at you through the screen.

“Oh my god! That’s why you weren’t answering my texts!” she said as she dramatically gasped.

You started shaking your head with a determined look, trying to play it off.

“I was not sleeping, I just didn’t hear my phone!” You say trying to defend yourself, even though it was proving to be useless.

Drew let out a laugh.

“Y/n, you have pillow marks on your face” he said as he pointed at you through the screen.

Your smile faded as you looked at the side of your face on your phone screen, seeing that in fact, you had marks that proved that you had just woken up from a really good nap.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Maddie and Drew continued laughing as you covered your face with your free hand.

“I’m sorry, I was watching asmr and fell asleep” You said embarrassed, as you still protected your sleepy face from thousands of fans to see.

Drew tried to calm himself but failed as he bursted out laughing again.

“You almost abandoned us!” Maddie spoke into the phone as she faked hurt.

You removed your hand from your face as you pouted at the screen.

“Showing myself on the internet like this is enough punishment, trust me” you said, as you sat up straighter in your bed, and tried to fix your messy and sleepy hair.

Drew chuckled as he leaned on his phone, reading some comments.

“Everyone’s saying you were not fooling anyone” he said as he continued reading.

You let out a soft laugh as you suppressed a yawn.

“I had to give it a try” you answer, sipping water from your bottle on the nightstand.

Maddie left the screen as she walked off to do something else.

“We miss you a lot!” She screamed to be heard from somewhere in their apartment, as you giggled softly.

You smiled to your phone.

“I miss you guys too” you said making a sad face. “It’s been a few days and I wanna go back already”.

A couple of comments caught your attention.

“Yes! I was with everyone when we watched the show premiere” you say, answering the question where fans wondered if you had been there.

Drew shaked his head with a smile.

“She left us right after” he said looking at his screen.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Oh I’m sorry to travel HOME” you say accusingly to Drew.

Maddie squeals from somewhere in their apartment.

“Please say hi to your parents for me” she says appearing on screen.

You giggle as you nod towards her.

“You know you guys are welcome to come anytime you want” you say raising your brows to the camera.

Maddie nods through the screen.

“What do you guys think? Should we take a trip to Mexico?” She asks looking at the comments.

Drew leaves the frame as he walks away.

“I do miss your dog” he says from what sounds to be the kitchen, as you hear the fridge door close.

A scoff leaves your mouth.

“What about me?” You ask faking offense.

He reappears on screen with an apple on his hand and a smirk on his face.

“Nah you’re fine” he says biting into his apple and laughing.

Your jaw drops as you look at him through the screen.

“You’re not welcome anymore” you say with a serious look.

Maddie and him start bickering while you start reading some comments.

omg have they been to Mexico?

when did they visit you?

PLS BE TOGETHER AGAIN

is she going back to Charleston?

I need you to tell me you’ll go back

“Yes! They did came once, we took a quick trip in between filming, I didn’t have time to show them much, so they definitely need to come back” you say, remembering the time they flew back home with you for a couple of days when you all had a small break in between filming the show.

Drew nods at the camera while finishing his apple.

“Such a beautiful place” he says. “We had so much fun exploring y/n’s hometown” he points to the screen.

Maddie nods happily.

“The food was to die for as well” she closes her eyes at the thought. “I have dreams about going back” she giggles.

You clap excitedly at the memories.

“Don’t worry guys” you pause looking at the camera dramatically “I’ll plan a trip for everyone to come back”.

Maddie does a little dance while she leaves the frame again, saying something about checking their food.

“How are you seeing things after the show release?” Drew asks as he leans to read more comments.

“It’s been insane” you answer, getting serious for a second. “I’ve tried not to be too much online, because it’s been crazy” you say looking at your screen “But I’m so happy to see people have been liking it!” you finish smiling.

He smiles back at you.

“Right? I feel like none of us expected it” his eyes looking straight at his camera, almost feeling like he truly was looking at you.

“It truly blows my mind” you say moving your hands around your head “I’m loving it, and I’m so grateful to see a lot of people commenting, and making theories, and dressing up like our characters!?” You pause, moving your hands to cover your face.

Drew laughs as Maddie comes back into the screen.

“I’ve seen those videos!” She says excitedly. “They’re so cool for that”.

You nod happily at your screen.

“I literally cannot believe people have liked our show so much to do that? And like our characters?” You put your hands over your heart. “Honestly means so much to us guys”.

Drew gives Maddie an unfazed look.

“I haven’t seen anyone dress as Rafe” he says acting like he doesn’t care.

You giggle again the screen.

“He’s not as cool as Sarah and Luna” you say, giving him a petty look.

He laughs deeply.

“I’d honestly be worried if someone dressed up as him” he says reading some comments.

Maddie nods at his words.

“Yeah me too” she agrees.

The live went on for another 10 minutes.

Where we continued talking about things we saw online after the show premiered, some theories, memories on set, scenes we had filmed and that hadn’t made it to the screen, etc.

After many efforts, Maddie and Drew finally had finished cooking their food and were about to sit down and have dinner.

And you were also going to join your family for lunch.

“Thank you so much for inviting me to your live guys” you say smiling into the camera “Sorry I almost missed it, but you barely even noticed my slip up” you giggle as you make a funny face at them.

Maddie laughs at your words.

“Thanks for waking up for us” she says making a heart with her hands.

You mimic her.

“Yup, we really appreciate it y/n” Drew says looking at the screen “And we do miss you, so come back soon” he says pointing at you through the phone.

You blush slightly as you playfully cover your face with your hands.

“Stop it you guys, I’m blushing” you giggle softly. “I’ll be back pronto, I promise” you lean closer to the camera showing your pinky to the live.

They do the same and you all laugh after your little moment.

“Thank you guys for watching the show and giving it so much love, we appreciate it a lot” you say smiling at the camera. “Y ahora en español” you giggle as you look at your friends smiling from their side of the screen “Mil gracias por estar viendo nuestro show y darle tanto amor, de verdad significa muchísimo para nosotros y lo apreciamos demasiado” you clap your hands together showing your gratefulness.

Maddie squeals at the screen.

“I love it when you speak spanish” she says fanning herself with her hand.

You laugh at her reaction.

Drew smiles big at you, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding at Maddies words.

“Sounded good, so whatever y/n said” he smirks.

Heat rises on your cheeks and you hope nobody can tell.

“Love you guys, I’ll see you soon!” You wave to the camera, saying goodbye to the fans watching and your friends.

They wave back smiling and leaning into the camera.

“Love you so much!” Maddie says making a heart with her hands.

You smile at her.

“Take care y/n, we’ll be thinking of you” Drew waves smiling at you through the camera.

You exit the live with a big smile and a warm heart while watching your friends finish their stream thanking the fans, your friends, and you.

As you watch them bid their goodbyes, you read the last bit of comments before the live ended.

their friendship is so cool

they need to give them a season 2 NOW

y/n is so pretty, like wtf she had just woken up???

am I trippin or Drew looks at her in some way?

this live was the best thing ever!

noooo don’t go:(

what do you mean rafe and luna’s tension was actually DREWS AND Y/NS

You smile as your heart flutters on your chest.

What were people on about?

oh how I miss that time where the show had just came out and they were feeding us with content:(

I’ve been trying to build the story and their relationship from day one! we’ll eventually reach today soon, so I hope you’re enjoying this trip down memory lane<3

let me know if you like it or if there’s a specific scenario or something you wanna see or know about latina actress reader!

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robolvrr · 4 months ago

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I love love looove the way you write!! I'm 22- and i wanted to ask about your Headcanons for a bi bumblebee.

He's always been proud of looking good, so maaaybe you could give him an opportunity to show off? A car show, or maybe a car wash could be fun.

hot motor oil ☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

hahaaa fffkxzkdk. bet! you speaking my language, anon.

bumblebee x gn! human headcanons.

warnings: suggestive/nsfw. exhibitionism, praise, voyeurism.

bumblebee when on earth at his prime is cocky, playful and a thrill-seeker.

while the inability to vocalize is a sore subject, he's never been insecure about his appearance. he's considered very attractive wherever he goes, cybertron and otherwise.

much to optimus's disapproval, he takes the time to find the newest speedsters to scan regularly throughout the decades.

while he's particular with what automobiles he claims, there's a clear taste for flashy, fast horsepower.

he adores weaving between traffic, secret drag races, because the racers and humans react. it's either anger, frustration, awe or jealousy. makes his chassis get all warm knowing that just being in his alt-modes gains attention without applying much effort.

the thing is though - he does. constant buffing. avoids mud like the plague and never gets insects stuck in his grills. his bumper never gets scuffed and he might have found a car wash or two with easy on the optic workers who gladly accept fat tips and rub between his panels and exterior with feather light touches.

they don't look too much through his tinted windshield or question the pink fluids collecting near the drain when he zips off.

when he meets you, he's almost shaking when he learns of your hobbies.

a mechanic? and you spend hours in your garage just.. fixing up cars?

his spark stutters one day relaxing in your detached shed, as you mumble under your breath with your ungloved fingers coated in oil with the popped hood of an '99 ferrari, tongue licking sweat off your top lip so slow he has to lock his tires not to accidently skid the concrete.

"mmm, there ya go. shiny and just as gorgeous. bet i could go on a real fast ride with you now, huh?"

"kkkrrtt! my chick do stuff that your chick wish she could — chhhtk — krrrz!"

"oh my god, bee, please — hey! do not leak in my garage baby."

he has never made his attraction for you quiet.

it's difficult to course through radio signals in regular conversation but you always look so charmed when he chirps out song lyrics you know, so chatting you up during repair sessions is frequent.

once his leash has been loosened some and you're teetering ripping back the veil of platonic and more, you let him know the other aspect of your interests.

he stares at the shiny poster in your hands, watching you animatedly explain just what a "muscle car show" was. his brow ridge raises. okaay, you got his attention.

while you didn't expect to win (which he rolled his optics to because really, this is him you're talking about), it'd be fun. it would only last a few hours. all he has to do is sit still and look pretty.

look still and look. pretty. his flaps flutter, proud. damn straight he's pretty.

when you roll him to the flat plain one saturday afternoon, his wheels look brand-new and his hood has signature, thick black accents.

even has that "new smell" to him, rubber flawless and paint with that glittering coat.

fancy little bastard managed to get some butterfly doors. you coo between his engine revving he's being such a little show-off.

what he didn't expect was the constant attention to be so distracting. it's warm and there's an internal message to start blasting his cooling fans because his temperature is starting to up a tick.

there's so, so many cars. yet he's fully in the center, which means at times he feels like he's being surrounded.

bumblebee takes a gander while he plays some old rock softly to cover the fizzle of his motor, eyeing the classics and more modern bodystyle frames.

almost beeps when you bend down to show a man his chrome mufflers. your hands run along his rims and he's starting to feel.. funny.

"damn. how'd you get such a sexy car?"

"ahh... magician never shares their tricks. wanna feel the inside?"

cue the radio shorting out, because suddenly his doors are unfolding and men and women alike start to crowd him, cooing and taking pictures.

the sensory overload from curious palms smoothing over his dash? you lean into him to adjust his mirror and cheekily grab the clutch. his engine roars.

"you know. i never thought i'd say i fuck a sports car but jesus, you've outdone yourself... oh, cmon, how much you selling for?"

"my bumblebee? girl, i ain't ever putting him up for sale. he's my sweet stallion."

his processor is humming. angles his frontal mirrors as you keep teasing him, even going as far to spank his bumper slightly before bragging about the genuine leather interiors and letting his admirers lounge inside, encouraging them to ask questions.

exhaust slips from pipes as he tries not to let the electricity cloak his frame suffocate when you press a silky smooch on his window. the kiss-mark looks like it's been left behind on foggy, shower glass.

is it a shocker you win? nope. easiest $5K of your life.

there's a final round where you get to drive him around a lap so motor-enthusiasts can gander a final time. he's almost thankful the announcements echo because you're leaned over the wheel, chest pressed up near the horn.

"you like that? you did so fucking good."

"tcccthtt -- whoa, baby you're killin' me! "

"aww, don't get shy. there's a warehouse four miles west from here. take us there. i wanna thank you."

his speedometer breaks when he drifts right out and down the highway, wind zipping back your hair as your laugh cackles out ajar windows.

pure nsfw.

the golden-black charger rumbles down the highway. it's minimal interference, though the turn signal never flashes and it's difficult to see any drivers or passengers inside.

pebbles pluck up and ding the exterior, which is such a shame, because it's such a pretty car!

however, that isn't on anyone's mind at the moment.

bumblebee tries not to hydroplane, because it'd be stupid dangerous and it's not even raining. but you're a tsunami, a distraction of disastrous proportions. your hand is shoved down your shorts and you trail down your tummy before the straps of your underwear twist.

it's a wildly salacious position. your right leg is hiked up on his - your - dash. your left hand rubs vigorously while the right squeezes his clutch and rubs the silver button positioned at its knob.

his engine snarls. his radio glitches and you can hear the rhythmic churn of metal buzzing and gurgles that suggests he's trying to speak.

"yeah? yeah? such a pretty speedster, bee. f-fuck. you're so hot. you're the best."

"breeep!"

"awww, haha -- nnf, did you just honk?!"

the opening to a dilapidated hanger lingers on the horizon. he bulldozed through gravel and rolls up his windows fully to avoid any flying in your face. your hair is messy and both of your feelings are floundering, the beat of your heart loud in your ears.

he can't erase any of this. those wet cries have his intake salivating with lubricant.

there's a wet spot on the driver's seat and he's almost mad that he can't lick it off.

transforming mid-kneel, you're gently shoved out and his servos snatch at you like a toddler with a toy. his bright, blue gaze edged needy when he's pawing off your clothes and manhandling you to get up on his lap.

his pedes scratch against the concrete for purchase. he's whipped. he's so fragging on edge. all the compliments, all the comments, all the touching - he's gonna overload.

let's just say you two aren't getting back to base for the night. especially not with that wry grin on your lips, before you rub down his body like melted rubber.

robolvrr 2024.

#first contact au #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee #maccadam #transformers #transformers idw #transformers bumblebee #/nsft #/nsfw #valveplug #WHOOO. do i think cars are sexy?#headcanons

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phant0mth1ef · 8 months ago

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more of bakugou x support course reader!

after you’d fixed his gauntlets, he realized just how much you’d improved them as he was training in class one day, noticing how they’re able to withstand his blasts as if nothing had happened, and noticing that you etched the word dynamight onto the rim of the silver at the bottom of the grenade shaped gauntlet.

he found himself in the support course work room once again, looking aroundbto see if he could find you to, well, somewhat thank you and ask if you had any other recommendations to add to his costume.

his shoes hit the floor as he was able to fully see the room during the day, watching as the students shuffled around and didn’t just casually cater to someone standing in their doorway, they were too engrossed in their own projects.

he grabbed one’s shoulder as they tried to speed by him, almost dropping the poor boy as his items fell on the floor.

“where’s extra #1?” he asked, his eyes squinting at the boy who just wanted to grab his things and go.

“who?” the boy squeaked.

“extra #1!” he whisper shouted as the confusion on the boy’s face never faltered.

“…”

“l/n.” he finally gave up, realizing the boy wasn’t gonna understand what he meant.

“oh! she’s currently over at mirko’s agency! she designs support gear for her y’know! she’s so talented.” the boy gushed as bakugou swore he saw a slight blush on his cheeks before pushing him forward and letting him go, walking out the door.

he normally wouldn’t do this. but oh man did he really need that support gear today! the boy was walking around town looking for the number 5 hero’s agency, even stopping some people on patrol to ask!

he was outside the doors, watching with anticipation as he looked inside, watching power loader scold you, a sheepish smile on your face.

bakugou opened the doors, a soft music playing in the background as he caught the end of your conversation with the teacher.

“and get your grades up or i’m taking your keys to the lab!”

you put a hand behind your neck as you looked towards who had just walked in the door, a look of confusion on your face as you spotted the blonde hero in training.

you had grease on your face and dirt covering your arms up to your elbows, and yet he didn’t find himself completely repulsed, just fascinated.

“bakugou? what’re you doing here?” you spoke, a large screw in your hand as you waved him over.

“i, uh, i need your help with something.”

you nodded.

“d’ya have anymore recommendations for me? like to add onto my hero outfit? i liked the way you messed with my gauntlets.

“you came all the way over here to ask me that?” your tone was questioning, and your face wasn’t having any of it.

“listen! i’ve got a mission soon and if you do have anything to add i want it on by then! got it, extra?!” he got defensive quick.

“are you forgetful or do you just like to piss me off?”

he was stubborn, you were stubborn.

the perfect match for one another!

“tch. y’know what i don’t even know why i bothered coming out here! clearly you’re just an egotistical asshole.” he turned around.

“fine! then go! i’m not exactly asking to design your support gear anyway! bitch.” you said with pride, although you whispered the last part.

as the door jingled, signaling his exit, you could hear footsteps approaching from behind you.

“well well well, seems like we’ve found someone with enough spunk to finally match yours!” mirko clapped, announcing that out loud to everyone who was sitting in the lobby.

“tch. he wishes.”

“i dunno, the way you were talking to each other, i’d say there’s some romantic tension there, aren’t i right akari?” she turned to her assistant who nodded.

the next day bakugou showed up to the lab, just sitting there waiting to be acknowledged, although you blatantly ignored him the whole time he was there, going on with your day while people from his class walked in and were instantly assisted, even deku.

he would sit there and wait. and that’s all he’d do. day after day for a whole week before you finally begun to notice him sitting there.

“alright i can’t focus with you huffing and puffing in the corner over there!” you dropped your tools, clanking against one another as they hit your workspace.

“i don’t want to help you. but you’ve got persistence. i’ll give you that.” you said as you grabbed some things from a drawer, shoving them into his chest.

“what’s this?”

“a mix of different things. smaller compact grenades that pack a bigger punch than your other ones, these are ear plugs that’ll allow you to hear without damaging your hearing further, this is a roll of tape. for you to shut up.” you gave a chesire grin at the last one.

surprisingly, he chuckled. he didn’t think he’d ever find someone who… “matched his freak,” as mina would describe it.

he also found himself liking the feeling of sitting there and watching you in your element, so much that he begun to come in after classes just to chat with you while you worked.

you weren’t as bad as he thought, he wasn’t as bad as you thought.

you could get used to this.

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #myheroacademia #boku no hero academia #bnha

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 1 year ago

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Secretly Mine

Summary: Spencer and Reader have been seeing each other for a while without the team's knowledge

Category: Fluff

Couple: Spencer/BAU Fem!Reader

Content warnings: None

Word count: 1.5k

Eight months have passed since your arrival at the BAU. You’re an integral part of the team. Hotch has been sure to let you know. You’ve stood out with your eye for detail at certain crime scenes, outshining even some of the team’s more seasoned members. Luckily, the academy’s rumors about the Quantico team’s bond have rang true time and time again, so competition and jealousy never became an issue. It only made them respect you and even open up to you.

One person who has particularly opened up to you is the genius of the group, Spencer Reid. The secret you learned: he’s a gentle kisser. Almost childishly chaste, but nothing seemed more fitting for his personality. What was surprising was the setting of your first kiss.

New York City police invited the team to investigate the terrorist cell killing random people across the city. Their attacks grew more volatile by the time you all arrived, placing bombs on government vehicles. One of these bombs hurt Hotch, and SSA Joyner did not survive the same blast. The results could have been worse, considering.

Your team faced the problem of uncertainty regarding who (if anyone) had been injured at that moment. Spencer was with Rossi at the police station while the rest of you were on the ground. That damn terrorist organization interfered with signals and transmissions all the time, and this was no different. You, by your luck, were the most difficult to get in contact with, despite being safe at Federal Plaza. You met with the team when it was safe to do so and all targeted areas were cleared. Most of you sighed in relief. Garcia even held your face, as if to make sure you were real, alive and, breathing.

Spencer held your face too, but not in the same way. You both took refuge by the water cooler, surprisingly where no one was present in a once-crowded New York City police station. You talked about what happened, Hotch’s current condition, and how long to expect these nerves to last. Your nerves didn’t settle, though, when Spencer’s knuckles brushed your cheek as he said, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You didn’t blame these nerves, though, when you leaned into the touch, looking up at him with a smile. “I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

Spencer was cute, obviously, but workplace relationships are highly unprofessional and even a liability, if the case they just survived wasn’t enough proof of that. You’d think (well, you knew actually) Spencer of all people would know this. He knows everything. When you had a case in Baltimore involving the Ravens, he told you their name came from Edgar Allan Poe’s most famous poem. Then he explained the detailed theories surrounding his untimely death. Spencer believes it has something to do with cooping, whatever that means, you dared not to ask. There’s nothing he doesn’t consider.

So, Spencer must have considered all the odds of professional behavior in that moment by the water cooler since his lips delicately brushed yours. It was barely a kiss at first, until he leaned in for another, to where you could feel the warmth of his mouth and felt that he could do with some lip exfoliant. The last part you didn’t care about because it was practically over before it began. Neither of you said anything about it. Instead, you stayed there for a while, not touching or talking. Then Morgan told the team to pack up and get ready to go home.

Throughout the past month, you and Spencer have shared many kissing sessions. Not at work, though, because you both still have some sense. Kissing Spencer, though, tends to not leave you with much sense. His gentleness is not a front. His touches are tender and he’s never pushed you beyond your limits. It’s a good thing then that he’s a gentleman, so he earned kisses through dinners, movies, and day trips. It was something to look forward to in between grueling cases.

And it wasn’t even off work when Spencer would bring joy to you. There was a case recently in North Carolina that shook you more than you cared to admit. You didn’t want to mention what specifically, as it’s something you haven’t spoken about in a long time, but the team picked up on it quickly. They checked on you and even asked if you needed to sit out. You powered through and came to a satisfactory (for lack of a better word) conclusion. Afterward, Spencer invited you to ice cream. It was a welcoming change of scenery, despite the ice cream place being called Jack the Dipper. It was hilariously fitting, so it really wasn’t an issue. Spencer didn’t ask about what happened or what made you feel so disturbed. Throughout the night, he just made sure to ask if you were okay.

You haven’t been okay for a while. Not because of that case, but because it’s been three months now and you are still running around with Spencer without the team’s knowledge. The team might feel cheated (and Hotch might be pissed) because they are not aware of this information, but the uneasiness of all this was starting to settle in. The fear, the worry that this might just be all for nothing. Outside of the office, he shows that he cares. He knows things about you that you haven't revealed in some time. And apparently he has done the same. Bruises from harsh kisses around your bodies linger under work clothes from a weekend in, and the team has been none the wiser. And you’re not sure if you’re as okay with it as you thought you were.

The team went out to the bar on a Thursday, celebrating a government holiday the night before (i.e. a three-day weekend). The team took shots, bet money, threw darts, and Emily ended up with the most by closing. You would’ve coughed up more cash throughout the night if you were confident in your bets.

Spencer barely looked at you. Didn’t brush your hand or even stand near you for too long, like you had the plague or whatever Poe died from. It didn’t help the feeling in your core, and neither did the walk home. Morgan drove Garcia home, Hotch with Rossi, and J.J. with Emily. And of course, Spencer with you. When J.J. drove away after boasting about avoiding a ticket on an expired meter, Spencer didn’t hesitate to reach for your hand. It was nice, and as the weather grew colder, it was a welcomed warmth. But how could it not feel at least a little sour?

His apartment wasn’t far from here, so you walked. Your hands were laced the entire time, but he didn’t breathe a word and you couldn’t tell if that should make you feel better or worse.

It wasn’t until you climbed the steps to his door that he asked, “Are you staying the night?”

You swallowed. Unlike Emily, Garcia, and Rossi, you were on the side of tipsy rather than in dire need of a toilet to bury your head into. “Sure.” You said. “If you want me to.”

“Yeah,” He said, fiddling with his key and lock. “Of course I want you to.”

He finally opens the door and turns on the living room light. You barely had time to put your purse down before his lips were on yours. They were still chapped like the first time, except you could forgive that because of the growing cold outside. His hands hold your waist, they creep to your back. You couldn’t help but lean in, away from the door he pressed you into. It was when Spencer moaned in your mouth that you broke away. Catching your breath, you try putting together a sentence. But breathing is difficult right now for both of you. Spencer’s eyes are lazy and his breath still lingers with a scent of the mint gum he spit out when he showed up to the bar.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you think it’s the start to an actual apology. “I was trying to stay patient.” He kisses you again, softly. And you kiss him back still. He moans again. “I want you.”

You swallow again. Your throat is so dry. “Spencer, I—”

“I want to tell them.” He interrupts.

You blink, it quickens as you take in the words. “What?”

His hands cup your face. He brushes the messy bangs from your forehead. “I want to tell them. About this. About us. I just…” He trails off. That is not something you’re used to seeing. “I want more time with you.”

As Spencer’s words sank in, you felt a mix of apprehension and longing, wondering just what could go wrong. A lot, in fact. But you have to believe he’s being honest. Why wouldn’t he be?

And with a soft smile, you reached for his hand and met his gaze. “I want that too,” you said, feeling the weight of it finally being lifted off your chest. “I’ve wanted that for a while.”

“I know. And I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you about it earlier. I was being selfish.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“But I would. Because it’s true. But that changes now.” The look on his face, the fully sober look on his face. He’s all in. “I will tell them you’re my girlfriend.”

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holyblonded · 8 days ago

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chipotle bag | stargirl

pairings: vicky lopez x platonic!reader, alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you get a tattoo behind alexia’s back

warnings: mention of needles, implied illegal tattooing?

notes: this is based off a a real life experience 😭

“Are you sure about this?” Vicky asked as the two of you jogged behind the group during training, keeping your voices low to avoid being overheard. She looked at you with skepticism, her brows furrowed.

“So sure, man. I’ve begged Alexia, but she keeps saying no. Olga’s more open to it, but even she can’t change Ale’s mind,” you muttered, glancing ahead to where Alexia was leading the pack, her focus fully on the drills. “I’ve tried everything. Sweet-talking, pouting, even doing extra chores. Nothing works.”

Vicky sighed, shaking her head as she dodged a stray ball. “And you really think this plan of yours is going to work?”

“It has to,” you said, determination tightening your voice. “They’ve got date night tonight and are staying in Madrid. I’ll have the car all to myself. This is my only chance.”

Vicky rolled her eyes but a smile played on her lips. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

Your face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Just be ready by seven. I’ll pick you up, and then we’ll get the supplies. After that, it’s game on.”

Vicky’s eyes widened, a laugh escaping her. “You? Driving? This might be my last day on earth. I didn’t know Alexia even let you near her car keys.”

You scoffed, feigning offense. “I’m a great driver!”

“Sure you are. Just last month, you almost took out the trash bins,” Vicky teased, dodging your playful shove. “This better be worth risking my life.”

“It will be,” you promised, a spark of excitement in your eyes. “You’ll see. It’s gonna be epic.”

“You’re so—” Vicky’s retort was cut off by the sharp blast of the coach’s whistle. “Enough chitchat! Let’s see some pace back there!”

Both of you straightened, picking up speed to catch up with the rest of the team. But the grin on your face didn’t fade, and neither did the anticipation bubbling in your chest.

The sound of your car’s engine hums low as you pull up in front of Vicky’s apartment. Vicky is already standing by the door, her excited energy almost radiating off her as she waves you down.

You roll the window down and lean over the passenger seat. “Ready to break some rules?”

Vicky grins, hopping into the car. “You bet I am. Let’s do this.”

As soon as she shuts the door, you floor it, the engine roaring to life, and the two of you take off, heading toward the tattoo parlor. You turn the music up loud, blasting a random playlist of 90s hits to set the vibe.

“So, uh, you have the address, right?” you ask, glancing at her.

She shrugs confidently. “Of course I do.” She pulls out her phone, tapping it a few times. “It’s just, uh, down the street… or wait, no. It’s like, off a weird little alley or something? Okay, yeah. Turn left after the second roundabout.”

You frown. “Vicky, I don’t think that makes any sense. There’s no second roundabout on this road.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “Just trust me. Turn left, then take the first right after the… uh… well, you’ll see.”

You’re already halfway through the intersection, trying to figure out where “the first right” even is. “Okay, you’re gonna have to be more specific. Are we looking for a big sign? Anything that looks like a tattoo place?”

Vicky squints at her phone. “Hmm, no, I don’t think so… Oh! Wait, maybe it’s on the street with the coffee shop that looks like it’s from the 80s?” She gestures vaguely out the window.

You glance at her, your grip tightening on the wheel. “Vicky, that coffee shop was four blocks back. What are you talking about?!”

Her eyes widen in a mild panic. “Okay, okay, don’t freak out. I know where it is! Just… keep driving straight. Maybe it’s on the next street? No, the one after that! Uh, no wait, I think I missed it. It’s fine, we just have to go back.”

You groan, hitting the turn signal for the third time. “We’re lost, Vicky.”

“No, we’re not!” She insists, trying to stay calm. “We just need to find the place. You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Is it next to a pharmacy? Is there like a… giant neon skull or something?” You’re about ready to pull over and Google it yourself when she shakes her head.

“No, no skulls. But I think there’s a place that sells leather jackets nearby? It’s kind of like… vintage-y.” She sounds less and less certain with each word.

You slam on the brakes, and she nearly hits the dashboard. “You think?! We’re literally driving around in circles.”

“I swear, I know the area,” she mutters, her eyes darting around, trying to spot any signs of the tattoo parlor.

“You don’t!” you exclaim. “Vicky, you’re killing me right now.”

“Okay! Okay! I got this,” she says, suddenly pulling out her phone again and tapping furiously. “I’m looking at the map, I just need to—”

“Do you know how to read a map?!” you ask, half-laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I’m an expert at Google Maps. Trust me!” Vicky declares, but then her phone starts buffering. “Wait, no. Why isn’t it loading? Why isn’t it loading—”

A few more circles around the block and a couple more near-misses with pedestrians later, you finally spot a familiar coffee shop on the corner. Vicky shrieks triumphantly. “THAT’S IT! THERE! It’s right past the alley!”

You make an abrupt turn down the alley, heart racing. You can’t believe you’re actually following Vicky’s instructions. The car bumps over uneven cobblestones, and you finally pull into a parking spot, nearly knocking over a trash can.

“Well,” you sigh, throwing the car into park. “At least we’re here.”

Vicky’s face lights up in victory. “See? Told you! We made it!”

You smirked and looked at your best friend, “Let’s go get my tattoo.”

You sit in the tattoo chair, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, trying to keep your hands still. The buzzing of the needle fills the room, and you can feel your stomach flip with every faint pulse of electricity that hums in the air. You try not to look at it as the artist preps, but Vicky is already hovering over you, her face twisted into a mix of awe and disgust.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” Vicky’s voice is high-pitched with disbelief, her hand clutched to her chest as she watches the needle touch your skin.

“Yep. Gotta represent,” you mutter, flashing her a grin. You’re trying to look casual, but your leg is already bouncing nervously.

The artist, a heavily tattooed guy with a sleeve of intricate designs and a steady hand, raises an eyebrow at your nervous fidgeting. “You alright, kid?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quickly, shifting in the chair, trying to act cool, “It’s just a tattoo. I’ve had worse.”

Vicky looks like she’s about to faint just from watching, her eyes wide and her hand gripping the edge of the chair like she’s preparing for a battle. “Nope. Nope, nope. I can’t. I can’t even watch this,” she says, turning her head and looking away dramatically.

“Oh, come on,” you laugh, trying to act like it’s no big deal, even though the needle is digging into your skin. “It’s not that bad.”

Vicky’s eyes snap back to you, but only because you let out a small, involuntary hiss of discomfort. “See?! You’re hurting already!”

“I’m not hurting,” you grumble, attempting to act all tough while your fingers dig into the chair’s armrest. “It’s just a little sting.”

The artist grins, clearly enjoying your internal struggle, as he starts outlining the numbers “113” on your wrist. It’s a big, bold move, representing your club and your country, but in this moment, you kind of wish you could be anywhere else. Maybe on a beach. Or in your bed, watching a movie, wrapped in blankets. Something comfortable.

Vicky snorts. “Little sting, huh? Your face is turning pale. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m fine,” you insist, trying to give her a steady look. You grit your teeth, feeling the needle trace the curve of the “1” on your skin. It’s sharp. It’s… a lot sharper than you anticipated.

“Uh-huh, right,” Vicky scoffs, her eyes flitting between you and the artist like she’s watching a horror movie. “That’s why you’re squeezing the life out of the armrest. I swear I saw your eye twitch.”

Your whole body stiffens as the artist begins shading in the numbers, the buzzing filling the room again. It stings. A lot. You try to act like it doesn’t bother you, but then you let out a little yelp when he goes a little too deep into the shading.

“See?! Told you!” Vicky points at you, her fingers trembling as she gestures to your squirming body. “You’re going to need a break in a second. I just know it.”

“I do not need a break,” you insist, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m… I’m fine.”

Vicky grins in that sarcastic way only she can. “Sure. Sure you are. I’m just waiting for you to start crying out in pain, like some kind of dramatic soap opera star. You know, when the tears fall and you scream ‘¡Ay, por favor!’—”

“Vicky,” you growl, “shut up. Please. I’m trying to be tough here.”

You feel your leg trembling. The artist leans over and starts on the cursive “Mi estrella brillante” beneath the numbers, and you have to hold back a whimper as he glides the needle over your skin. It’s definitely not getting easier. You swear, if you weren’t in public, you might just break out into a full-on sob.

Vicky, of course, is no help. She’s practically holding her nose now, scrunching her face like someone just hit her with a wave of terrible smells. “Why does it sound so squishy? Is that… is that the blood? Do tattoos make you bleed?”

“No,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as the needle continues its maddening pattern. “That’s just… the ink. You know, the stuff that actually makes the tattoo. We’re good. This is fine.”

Vicky makes an exaggerated gagging sound and turns away, dramatically clutching her stomach. “I’m going to be sick, I swear. Someone hand me a bucket.”

“Stop acting like you’re the one getting tattooed,” you snap, but you can’t help the small laugh that slips out.

“I don’t need a tattoo,” Vicky says, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “I’ve got my own ways to show off my style. Like… my hair. Or my shoes. Or…”

You groan in frustration. “Why are you still talking?”

She smirks at your pained expression. “Because it’s fun to watch you suffer,” she says, leaning in closer to you like she’s watching some kind of dramatic slow-motion action scene. “You’re doing great, though. Keep pretending you’re tough. You’re almost there.”

“I’m tough,” you mumble, though you’re pretty sure you just made a weird, high-pitched noise when the needle hit a sensitive spot on your wrist.

After what feels like an eternity of needle-poking and you acting like it doesn’t bother you, the artist finally pulls away, revealing your finished tattoo. The numbers “11:13” are bold and clean, the cursive script of “mi estrella brillante” curling gently below, a tribute to Alexia and everything she’s meant to you. You blink at it for a moment, letting the reality sink in.

You look at Vicky, who’s still half-turned away, but peeking through her fingers. She gives you a thumbs-up. “Not bad, not bad. You didn’t pass out… though I was really hoping for that. Would’ve been hilarious.”

You flip her off weakly with the hand that’s now sporting the tattoo. “Yeah, well, you should try it sometime. You might survive it.”

“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head vehemently. “Not me. I’m gonna stick to my ear piercings, thank you very much.”

You roll your eyes, but a grin sneaks across your face. You’ve got the tattoo, the number, and the phrase that represents you, Alexia, and everything you’ve worked for.

The sun is just starting to rise, the warm glow filtering through the trees, but you’re already at the pharmacy, standing in front of the aftercare aisle like it’s a battlefield. You’re trying to focus on the lotions and creams, but the reality of having a tattoo is starting to hit. It feels weird—like, really weird. It’s not sore, but there’s something about it that feels… permanent. And a lot more real than you anticipated. You don’t think you can look at it much longer without getting a little too emotional, so you’re just going to grab the essentials and get out of here as quickly as possible.

You reach for a bottle of ointment, eyeing the label as you feel a pair of eyes on you. You glance to your left and freeze.

“Well, well, well,” Alba grins at you, leaning casually against the aisle like she’s been there for hours. “I knew I’d find you here.”

You panic for a second. “Alba, what are you—”

“Oh, please. You think I didn’t notice the whole ‘I’m sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to get a tattoo’ vibe? Plus you accidentally butt dialed me yesterday,” she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I might not be a tattoo expert, but I know what a sneak looks like. And you, Estrellita, are definitely a sneak.”

You try to act casual, but you’re pretty sure the constant fidgeting is giving it away. “It’s not that big a deal, Alba. I just wanted a tattoo to, uh, commemorate some things.”

Alba smirks. “Uh-huh. Sure. And you picked 11:13 because you just randomly picked numbers out of a hat, right?”

“Stop it,” you groan, but it’s too late. Alba is already snapping her fingers like she’s won a prize.

“You got the numbers AND the mi estrella brillante part, didn’t you?” She laughs, pulling the bottle of aftercare lotion from your hand and reading the label dramatically. “How adorable. You’re a walking tribute to Alexia. I love it.”

You groan, leaning against the shelves for support. “Why does this feel like such a big deal now that you’re here?”

“Because you’re a rebel now, Estrella,” she says, crossing her arms. “You’ve joined the dark side. You can’t just get a tattoo and then expect to go back to your regular life. You’re officially one of us now.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to turn away and grab some bandages, but Alba is quick, blocking your path with her body.

“Uh-uh, no way,” she says, grinning. “You’re not getting off that easy. I’m following you home, and I’m definitely gonna be there when you show it off to Alexia.”

“Please don’t,” you say quickly, your face going pale at the thought. “She’s already going to be mad at me for getting it in the first place. She’s going to lose her mind if she knows you were involved.”

“Too late,” Alba chirps, clearly pleased with herself. “I’m in this now. And there’s no way I’m missing this show.”

You take a deep breath and try to focus. “Fine. But just… please, don’t let her freak out too much, okay? Please. I don’t want her to flip.”

“Relax, Estrella. I’ve got your back,” Alba says, giving you a thumbs up as she grabs a bag of bandages and a bottle of ointment. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t throw a fit… or I’ll at least try.”

The two of you walk back to the house, Alba chatting about random things while you mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable explosion when Alexia finds out. You’re so focused on preparing for her reaction that you almost don’t realize when you walk through the door.

That is, until you hear the familiar sound of Alexia’s voice.

“¿Estrelleta?” she calls from the kitchen, and you freeze, eyes wide as your heart starts pounding.

“Hide it,” Alba whispers, pushing you toward the living room as she steps in front of you, blocking your arm from view.

“Alba, no,” you hiss, your stomach twisting in knots.

“Relax,” she whispers back, a mischievous grin playing on her face. “I’m gonna do some expert blocking. You’ll be fine.”

Alexia enters the room just then, her eyes flicking from you to Alba suspiciously. “What’s going on here?” she asks, arching a brow. “Why is she acting so weird?”

Alba steps in front of you with perfect timing, her body perfectly positioned so Alexia can’t see what you’re hiding. “Oh, nothing,” Alba says casually. “Just making sure Estrella is getting some proper care after her… uh, minor surgery.”

Alexia looks at her, confused. “Surgery? What are you talking about? Is everything okay with Estrella?”

“Yes, yes,” Alba says, acting like this is all perfectly normal. “Just… normal stuff. You know, you don’t have to worry about her.”

Alexia narrows her eyes. “What is she hiding behind you? Estrella, what’s going on?”

You instinctively move your arm behind your back, but Alba shifts so her body is blocking every angle. Every time Alexia takes a step forward, Alba steps with her, perfectly positioning herself so Alexia can’t get a good look at you.

Alexia, now thoroughly suspicious, moves closer. “Seriously. What is that about? What are you hiding?”

You keep shifting uncomfortably. “Nothing! Nothing, I swear!”

“Estrelleta,” Alexia says, her voice dropping to a more serious tone, “Stop hiding. What’s going on? Show me.”

Alba is still in full blocking mode. “You don’t need to see it,” she says, her voice overly casual. “It’s nothing. Just a little… thing. A secret thing. Nothing that should concern you.”

Olga enters the room just then, raising an eyebrow at the weird tension in the air. “What’s going on?”

Alexia takes a step forward, trying to peer around Alba. “I don’t like this. Estrelleta, why are you acting so weird?”

“Seriously,” Alba mutters under her breath, taking a step forward and blocking Alexia’s path once again. “It’s nothing, Alexia. Nothing to see here. Move along.”

But Alexia isn’t letting up. Her eyes narrow, suspicious. “Enough, Alba. Move. What are you two hiding from me?”

“Fine!” You finally snap, knowing you can’t keep this charade going forever. You pull your arm from behind your back, revealing the freshly inked “11:13” and “mi estrella brillante” in delicate cursive.

Alexia’s jaw drops, and Olga’s eyes widen. There’s a long, charged silence.

“What the hell? You got a tattoo?!” Alexia asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“I… um… yeah,” you mumble sheepishly, looking down at the tattoo as if it might vanish. “I thought it was a good way to… you know, commemorate everything.”

Alba immediately steps forward, clapping her hands. “You see? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a little ink. She’s not hurting anyone.”

Alexia glares at you. “You went and got a tattoo without telling me? After I told you no god knows how many times? Do you know how permanent this is?”

“I—I didn’t want you to upset you,” you say, voice shaking slightly as you try to explain yourself.

“This isn’t just a tattoo, Estrella. This is something that’s going to stay with you forever! Forever!” She takes a breath, clearly struggling to stay calm, but it’s not working. “Do you have any idea how much I worry about you already? And now this? Do you have any clue how scared I get when you do stuff like this? You’re sixteen! You shouldn’t be getting tattoos on a whim!”

There’s a long pause. Finally, Alexia takes a deep breath, calming herself, her voice softening. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, you’d be in deep trouble right now.”

“I’m… I’m sorry?”

Olga just laughs, shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s… a nice tattoo. I like it.”

“I’m still not over the fact that you went behind my back,” Alexia says, arms crossed.

“I didn’t want to get a lecture,” you mutter, feeling like you’re five years old again.

Alba shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. “Hey, she’s her own person now. Let her live.”

Alexia sighs, glancing at your tattoo one last time. “Fine, but don’t think this is over.” She points at you. “We’re talking about this later.”

You nod meekly, knowing there’s no escaping the conversation that’s coming.

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space-cowgirllll · 5 months ago

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Die With A Smile

Outbreak Day with ex-girlfriend Abby?

a/n: idk what lady gaga and bruno put in this song fr. I should have been studying for an Ochem exam but here we are lol.

"Government officials met today to discuss the recent spikes in hospitalizations all across the globe over the past week, with talks of setting up government run quarantine zones in all major cities."

You perk up from your spot on the couch, trading the carton of ice cream in your hands for the TV remote. The local newswoman's voice fills the quiet space as the volume increases. You immediately recognize the hospital in the background.

"Hospital staff everywhere are overwhelmed with the influx of patients coming in with symptoms of this mysterious virus. For the time being it is highly recommended that any travel plans be postponed. International flights have started being cancelled, leaving hundred of people stranded. The CDC advises everyone to remain calm and continue to follow your city's imposed emergency curfews as they work towards finding the cause."

The face-mask you'd slathered on earlier hardens as she lists off the symptoms to look out for: sudden mood changes, muscle spasms, and slurred speech. You can't wrap your mind around a simple virus causing all this. Your stomach sinks in realization, this is definitely more serious than anybody was letting on.

Without even thinking you reach for your phone, quickly scrolling through your contact list until you land on the one person you've been avoiding. Abby, your ex girlfriend of six months. Your finger hovers over her number, wondering if this was worth breaking three months of no contact when loud screams come from the television. You look up just in time to see the blast of an explosion before the screen goes blank. Static stares back you.

Your finger mashes down on the touchscreen with zero hesitation as you run to the sink, hands desperately scrubbing at your face while you wait for her to answer. You don't even stop to consider you might be blocked.

Please pick up, please pick up, please.

"Hello?" Abby's panicked voice sounds through the phone.

"Oh my god Abs. Are you okay?" You ramble. "I just saw the news and I- there was an explosion."

"I had to home to change. " Her voice is shaky, turn signal clicks faintly in the background. "I was still close enough to- OH MY GOD!" The sound of tires screeching drown out Abby's curses. A loud boom sounds off outside, this one feels closer. "I'm....to...you" Is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead.

You throw the phone across the room, a string of curses leaving your mouth. The open window of your living room lets you hear the chaos outside before you can see it. Helicopters fly overhead and sirens sound off in the near distance. One by one, porch lights come on as your neighbors step out of their homes, confusion etched on their faces.

The sound of a door slamming open catches everyone's attention. Out of the corner of your eye you see the outlines of two people moving towards the road. Your neighbor, Claire, yells as her husband chases after her. His movements far too quick and erratic for someone his age.

Everyone watches in shock as he catches up to her, mouth attacking the side of her neck, effectively silencing her screams. The sight is gory. You stand frozen as some of the braver ones try to help, only to be met with a similar fate before he runs off into the middle of the road, searching for his next victim. Chaos quickly ensues, people run off back to their homes, garages pop open as some try to make a quick escape. You stagger back, knocking into the side table beside the couch. A picture frame falls over, shattering loudly on wood floor.

To your absolute horror, his head snaps to your window. For the first time, you're able to catch a glimpse of him up close. Gone was the sweet old man who would help you with yard work in those first few months after Abby moved out. The skin of his face is molted, almost as if something was eating away at it. Once sparkling blue eyes are completely glazed over. The bloodthirsty look on his face sends you reeling.

His mouth parts open letting out a loud screech, ready to lunge through the thin window screen when a familiar black truck slams into him. Abby hops out, mouth moving quickly as she shouts something at you. Between the ringing in your ears and the loud screams outside you don't register what she says. Your eyes blink rapidly, hoping the sight of your elderly neighbor under her front tire is just your imagination. In your peripheral you see the front door swing open, Abby's keychain hanging from the lock.

Strong hands grip you by the shoulders, shaking you out of your stupor. "Baby what are you doing? We have to go!"

Her woodsy scent envelopes you as she scoops you up and carries you out bridal style before tossing you in the passenger seat. Fingers clench into the leather as the truck reverses, disturbing the once perfect lawn. Your flowerbeds and mailbox becoming casualties in the process too.

You peel your eyes off the dash, looking out the window as she flies through residential neighborhoods. More and more people are starting to trickle out from the safety of their homes. Some running with only the clothes on their backs, others quickly shoving personal belongings in their vehicles.

Your voice is shaky when you finally speak up. "What's going on Abigail?"

She exhales heavily, looking exhausted. "I don't know."

"Are they all like that?"

Her jaw clenches. "The ones I've been treating are in the early stages of their symptoms, but beds are full. We've been told to turn people away to recover at home." She huffs. "I don't even wanna know how many of them are out there running around like that."

You hesitantly rub her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, slowly pulling back when she tenses. Her throat clears and the skin of her knuckles turns white as she tightens her grip on the wheel.

"So what are we doing?"

You're shocked when she shrugs her shoulders. Abby always had a plan. You wrack your brain, trying to think of something.

"My parent's cabin up north! We could go there." You suggest. "Y'know until everything settles down."

She makes a sharp right, following the signs pointing her to the nearest on ramp. Her fist slams against the wheel when you pull up to the main highway just five minutes later. It seems like everyone had the same idea. Cars are honking, people are screaming. Nobody is moving. The thought of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic right now doesn't sound like a smart idea.

"My apartment's in the city." Abby suddenly states. "They were setting up barricades when I left for work this morning. Flyers talking about a quarantine zone."

She doesn't wait for your approval, sending the truck speeding towards her place. The closer you get to the city, the more erratic Abby's driving becomes. It's clear your little suburban bubble was late to the news of the outbreak. Downtown Seattle is absolute madness. Everywhere you look there's something happening. Those infected chase people up and down the streets, tackling the ones too slow to outrun them. Shops that you can remember being there your whole life are now ablaze.

You grip onto the handle above your head watching wide eyed as Abby plows through debris in the street. Bile rises in your throat when you realize she most likely driving over the dead bodies left behind.

The truck slows to a crawl. Concrete barricades were placed closer together here, making it impossible to get through. She silently curses at the fact that you're gonna have to leave the safety of the car and make the rest of the journey on foot. She grabs your face between her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye.

"Get ready to run baby."

Your hand is on the handle when something crashes into your door. A scream gets caught in your throat as the infected bangs on the glass of your window before setting it's sights on the blonde. She's halfway out of the truck when she gets tackled to the ground. Her hands shoot out using all her strength to keep it from attacking her

"Abby!"

She screams at you to run. Her arms are getting tired of holding this ridiculously strong freak back. Her hold is quickly slipping. Accepting her fate she screws her eyes shut bracing for the inevitable. A loud whack and she doesn't realize there's no longer any weight holding her down until your panicked voice is in her ear.

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?"

You crouch beside her, a bloody metal pipe in your hands. Keeping a watchful eye on the body laying just inches from hers. She slaps your hand away, wincing when she gets up on her own.

"Why would you do that?!" She whisper yells, unsure whether to kiss you for saving her or punching you for putting yourself in danger. "I told you to run!"

"I could never just leave you like that. You're welcome." You say through labored breaths. With a roll of her eyes she grabs your hand, sprinting in the direction of her building.

You're thankful it's a short run from the car to her place. The two of you able to successfully hide from any other infected. It doesn't take long for either of you to realize that their vision sucks.

The stairs up to her place are a feat of its own. You huff and puff up to the nineteenth floor, legs on fire when you finally walk through the door.

Her apartment is spotless, because of course it is. Floor to ceiling windows give you a clear view of what seems to be the end of the world.

"Oh my god." You stand in the middle of her room, watching in horror as explosions go off in my the distance. The ground beneath you shakes as they get closer and closer.

Abby shakes her head in disbelief clearly putting two and two together.

"It's so heavily populated here. They don't see the point in trying to separate the healthy from the infected." She whispers. Tears well in her eyes watching a plane purposefully fly into the ground off in the distance. The large blast setting fire to everything around it. There are more right behind it. "We're so fucked."

You watch as the fight leave her body. Your throat locks up, unable to scream at her. Wobbly legs pace back and forth in the small space trying to think of something that might work. Deep down you know it's pointless. There's no way you'd make it out of the city alive. Soft sobs wrack your body at the realization that this really is the end.

Her shoulders slump as she sits on the bed. She gnaws on her lower lip to keep from crying too loud. "Can I hold you?"

You nod, legs feeling like jelly. Abby reaches for you, pulling you up towards the headboard. The two of you lay beside each other breathing heavily with your hands intertwined. Tears stream down her face and onto the pillow under her head.

She reaches over and kisses you, her shaking hand plays with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. "My biggest regret was letting you go."

You watch face as she continues talking, lips moving against yours. "I had to stop myself from driving past the house every single day." She laughs. "Would have sat outside your door until you took me back."

"I wish you would have." You admit through a watery smile.

"I never stopped loving you. I just want you to know that." She whispers, lips moving to kiss your temple.

"I should have never left." Your lips meet the skin of neck tasting the salty tears that have pooled there. "I love you too Abby. So much it hurts."

"I can't believe this is what it took for us to realize how stupid we were." She mumbles into your hair. Your face burrows into the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm glad you came for me." You tell her, but you know she doesn't hear it.

The walls start shaking, sending everything tumbling to the floor. You're no longer able to hear anything over the sound of a loud engine approaching. Her arms tighten around you, the two of you curl into each other.

There's a jarring beeping in your ear just as it all goes black.

You shoot up in bed, heart in your throat. The sound of your heavy breathing almost drowns out the harsh beeping of your alarm. Reaching over you rip the cord from the wall sitting in silence for a moment while your heartbeat returns to normal.

The sun is shining outside, laughter from the kids across the street flows in through the small opening of your window. A lawnmower goes off in the distance.

Shaking hands fist the cool cotton of your sheets. The soft material grounding you. You look around the small room. Everything looks just as you left it. There's an empty bottle of wine on the dresser and you roll your eyes at yourself.

That explains it.

You're okay.

It was all a dream.

You jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom before taking the stairs two at a time almost snapping an ankle. The entryway table shakes when you snatch the keys from on top of it. The warm August breeze that hits you when you walk outside makes you feel renewed.

The quiet neighborhood looks as it always does. A couple of people are out watering their lawns while some head out for church. Claire sits on her front porch drinking a cup of coffee, giving you a little wave when she spots you pulling out of your driveway and it's a miracle you don't burst into tears. Using muscle memory you quickly punch in the number you know by heart, waiting with bated breath for an answer. "Hello?"Your shoulders drop in relief at the sound of her voice. She's okay.

"Where are you?"

"At home," she pauses "why?"

"Perfect." You hang up before she can reply. Tossing the phone on the passenger seat you press your foot down on the gas.

You make it to Abby's apartment building in record time, parking haphazardly by the curb. There's a ninety nine percent chance you'll come back to a parking ticket stuck to your windshield but you don't care.

There's a moment on the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor where you second guess yourself. Aware of how ridiculous you look in mix matched pajamas going to try and win your ex girlfriend back. You steel your nerves reminding yourself of how horrible those last few seconds of your nightmare were. If she kicks you out you can at least say you tried.

Abby answers the door looking mouth watering in a black tank top and gray shorts, her messy hair pulled back in a low bun. "Alright, how many traffic laws did you break on your way over here?"

"You don't wanna know." You pant, throwing yourself into her arms.

She catches you with a soft grunt, hesitating for a second before wrapping her arms around you. The familiar scent of pine engulfs you.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Her teasing tone makes your face heat up. "I don't think random house visits on a Sunday at 8 AM fall under no contact." She quips.

"I love you!" The words are out before you can stop yourself. "I love you and I don't want to go another day without letting you know that walking away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I regret it every single day."

Abby leans back against the door with her hands still on your hips. There's a tiny grin on her face watching you spill your guts, you’re too worked up to notice. "I know we're both at the peak of our careers. I know we're busy, and there will be days we don't even get to see each other, but I'm tired of living like this. I miss you."

You sniffle pathetically into her chest. "The world could end tomorrow and I don't want to regret never telling you how I felt." Thumbs wipe gently at your tears. "And if you don't feel the same way I underst- mmph!"

Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, hands wandering under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. Neither of you make a move to deepen it, content to take it slow.

Abby pulls back first. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she stares down at you. It suddenly hits you how much you've missed her. She brings her forehead to rest against yours.

"Took you long enough baby."

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson angst #abby anderson x female reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x you

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morallygreyyn · 1 year ago

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Can i pls get some clingy ass illumi x reader who hasn’t seen them in days because of his missions?

Have a nice day!! Make sure to drink water💓

miss me? (illumi zoldyck x reader)

description: illumi has been gone for a week and when he returns, he seems slightly off. it didn't take you long to realise that he wanted attention, namely yours...

authors note: another super old ask but i love this one with all my heart and soul. illumi? stunning. clingy illumi? immaculate. seriously there is nothing i love more than illumi so this is how i think he would be when he's clingy and wants attention! have a lovely day anon and i really hope you drink lots of water! (seriously i've just found out how important this is so pls everyone drink lots of water to flush out that bacteria) 💗

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

requests are open! please read my rules!

You hadn’t seen Illumi Zoldyck for the better part of a week. While you were used to the assassin leaving often for work, usually you were in a position to follow him. This time, however, was one of the rare occasions where you had to stay home at your apartment, all for that blasted electrician who kept cancelling on you. If he called you one more time to cancel, while you stayed home when you could have followed your boyfriend to a sunny location that you would have treated like a holiday, you swore you would hire the Zoldyck yourself to track him down.

As though he had heard your silent threat, the electrician came and went, and your kitchen appliances were once again fully operational. Happy that you could finally restock the fridge, you left to get groceries. You couldn’t admit this out loud, but your apartment often felt too empty without the assassin occupying it too. While he didn’t own the space where you lived, he stayed there often enough that he may as well share it with you.

It had surprised you when you brought up the offer of living together and he didn’t reject the idea immediately. Illumi actually seemed contemplative, as though it was almost a pleasant thought. That was what you assumed anyway, you could never truly tell what he was thinking most of the time.

By the time you returned home, you knew something was different immediately. For one, you were certain that you had locked the door. Cautiously stepping into the apartment, you coiled and prepared to strike whatever or whoever was lurking. Despite not being an assassin, you were still a qualified Hunter, and those licences did not come easy.

It turns out that you needn't have bothered as, when you approached the living area, Illumi was sitting calmly at your kitchen island watching you.

“Oh, Illumi!” Setting down your bags, you ran to him, throwing your arms around your boyfriend as you held him tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“No signal.” He said simply as he let you hug him, hands gingerly settling around you. You had to fight tooth and nail for him to learn how to hug properly, and even now he still hadn’t quite managed to perfect the act. Despite this, he still tried, and that was good enough for you.

Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile. “How was it?”

He shrugged, a clear sign he was disinterested in the topic. “Simple.”

Nodding, you stepped back to put the groceries away, not wanting them to rot on the floor. Illumi sat back down, fathomless eyes locked on you while you completed the task you had set for yourself. You liked to think that you knew the Zoldyck rather well, and that included when something was bothering him.

Turning around, you raised an eyebrow as you met his gaze. “What?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“Why are you pointing that out?”

“Because I’m wondering why.”

“I stare at you a lot.” He stated, tone very matter of factly.

“I know, but now it seems different.”

“It isn’t.”

“If you say so, darling.” You rolled your eyes and finished putting the food away. Once you had, you turned to face your boyfriend once more, looking for an explanation.

“You forgot something.” Illumi said, and while his voice was the usual light and expressionless one, his eyes still bore into yours.

Looking around, you couldn’t see anything out of place, and you had certainly left nothing on the counters. “What did I forget?”

Illumi didn’t answer, only continued to look at you expectedly. Now you were really confused, and slightly unnerved by his odd behaviour. Illumi rarely acted like this.

With no answer to give you clarity, you grinned in feigned annoyance, kissed his cheek and whispered you were happy to have him back before you left to head into the room you used as an at home office.

Sitting down at your desk and opening your files, you stared blankly at the screen while you mentally observed Illumi’s behaviour. There was something amiss, and you couldn’t put your finger on what. He wasn’t usually the expressive one; well, he was never the expressive one. All physical, verbal, and emotional affection fell on your shoulders to deliver. While this may seem one sided to most, you didn’t mind as you knew Illumi was not able to express much by way of love. Despite this, you knew he loved you, in his own way. He had threatened to kill the electrician for you when you complained about the situation to him, and that spoke millions. Not only that, but he also allowed you to be as affectionate as you are with him, and he accepted it whereas anyone else wouldn’t have a chance in hell of even approaching him, let alone the things you did together.

What was bothering him?

Just then, you saw a shadow move in your peripheral vision, and your heart dropped to your ass. “Fucking hell, Illumi! At least knock!”

He ignored your outburst. “What are you doing?”

“Working.” You said as you willed your heart to calm down.

“Oh.” Illumi stayed standing behind you, hovering ominously.

Then it clicked, Illumi was being clingy. This was how he acted when he wanted attention. Unable to control yourself, you laughed loudly at the realisation.

“What?” He asked, watching you stand from your seat to face him.

Your smile was incredibly smug as you approached, wrapping your hands around his waist. “Did somebody miss me?”

Naturally, he didn’t respond and it might’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to relax under your touch.

“I think I know what I’ve forgotten.” You captured your lips with his own, smiling as you did so. It was moments like this that made you realise that Illumi did in fact love you, and that he was quite attached to you. Even if he didn’t show it much, his hands resting on you, the slide of his lips against your own, the way he seemed unwilling to let you go spoke for him.You pulled away for a moment, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. You had the Illumi Zoldyck as your lover, and no matter what anyone said, he loved you. “Miss me?”

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