#like I can just imagine how his lil snarky ass would sound

[averageapplepie]

I know Kassandra is the canon protagonist for AC Odyssey and I love her, but playing the isle of skye arc in AC Valhalla makes me miss my boy Alexios T—T

[issacballsac]

“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

[hotmesshapa]

VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin​ @jungkooksbroski​ 

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.” 

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately  both of you have been wanting to do this.

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

[duskholland]

Mob!Tom au where there’s an opening at one of his nightclubs. Y/n wears something really revealing and he tells her to change. She says no and he demands more sternly and she rolls her eyes but complies. She comes downstairs wearing sweats and is snarky and sarcastic with him and he decides to fucks her brattiness out of her and makes her spend the night at the club with his cum dripping down her leg💌

okay so I normally stay away from the whole ‘change your outfit because I don’t like it’ trope because it always reads just a bit too controlling for me, but then I read the last part of this ask and I knew I had to somehow make it work… so, I hope you don’t mind that I changed up a couple aspects! the core ideas remain the same :) // nsfw; 18+ don’t touch this if you’re a minor !!!!!!

warnings: a lil bit possessive in the dirty talk, fingering, unprotected mxf sex, a lil bit of spanking but it’s not a sesh, cum talk...? 

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“What do you think?” 

You hold your hands in the air as you slowly turn, the hem of your dress floating up into the air as you do a small spin. You’re in a new dress - a gift from your boyfriend Tom, who sits up against the headboard, stroking his chin as he watches you move. You feel amazing - radiant, eternal, serene. The dress hugs your figure perfectly, emphasising your best features, and you feel hot. 

“Wow.” 

You come to a still, looking up at Tom with a wild grin on your face. He looks good - tired, but good. It’s early evening, the blinds drawn across the bedroom window. He’s in a tight white shirt, rolled up to the elbows, and his chestnut mop lies messily across his forehead. He wears the day well, looking tired but still controlled, and his eyebrows rise as his focused brown eyes sweep your figure. You feel his gaze caress you, rolling over the rise of your boobs, the curve of your hips, the exposed expanse of your thighs. 

“Well?” You say, hands going to your hips. “You bought it for me, what do you think? Because I think it’s the perfect thing to wear tonight.”

Tonight - the opening of Tom’s newest financial venture, a nightclub across town. You think the sparkly tight dress is perfect.

“I don’t know,” Tom mutters. He sits forward, the bed creaking as he rests his elbows on his thighs. The shiny Rolex strapped to his wrist glints. “You look fucking stunning, angel, but…”

You feel your grin drop, and you tilt your head to the side. “What? You don’t like it?”

“No, no.” Tom holds out his hands, beckoning you closer. As you slip your fingers into his, he brings his lips over the knuckles of your left hand, eyes sparkling with adoration. “You look too good,” he says, voice ringing through the air. His lips curve into almost a smirk. “I don’t think the attention would be on the club if you come out dressed in this.”

Your eyebrows pull together as you look at him, chuckling lowly. “And? You got it for me to wear tonight.”

“Yes.” Tom kisses over your knuckles again. “I just think I made a mistake.” 

“Brilliant.” You step away, frown growing. Your excitement at the new dress fades, and you walk briskly over to the dresser, pulling open one of the drawers with a pout on your face. You look back at him reproachfully. “Care to tell me what an appropriate outfit would be, then, Tom?” You’re pulling out sweats and leggings, even go so far as to loosely throw a pair of your comfy sweatpants in his direction. 

Tom scoffs, turning the material in his hands. “I never said you couldn’t wear it, love,” he says, voice a little tighter. “Just that I hadn’t imagined you’d look so…”

“So what?”

“Beautiful.” Tom stands from the bed, approaching you like a lion stalks his prey. You bite your lip as his hands go to your waist, pushing you until you’re up against the bedroom wall. One of his palms goes to ghost over your neck, slender fingers pushing your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek. His eyes are like shimmery diamonds. “You look ravishing, darling. And maybe I don’t want to share you with everyone else tonight.” 

He’s close - so close you can smell his rich cologne, feel the warmth of his breaths as they come out across your face. You bring your hands up to rest around his neck, the tips of your fingers playing with his hair.

“Well, you’re going to have to, because I’m not changing.” You run your fingers through his thick brown hair, smirking when Tom raises a brow. “You bought me this dress, I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Fine.” Tom’s hands shift down, both of them curling around your figure to rest on your lower back. He teases you, letting his grasp dip down to rest on the curve of your ass, and he grabs handfuls of your soft skin as you whimper softly. “I’ll just give you something to remind you who you belong to.” He ghosts his lips over your neck and you feel your cunt clench. There’s nothing that riles you up as much as Tom flexing his dominance like this. 

“How are you going to do that, eh?”

Whilst one of his hands stays on your ass, the other shifts forwards. Tom knocks your thighs apart and weaves his fingers between your legs. A soft moan falls past your lips as you feel his fingertips brush up against the front of your panties, soaked already. He presses a very wet kiss to the pressure point of your neck, lips soft as he dips his fingers into your panties and slowly strokes through your folds.

“Gonna have you screaming my name,” he rasps, lips at your ear, “Gonna make you forget about anyone other than me. Then…” He pauses, listening to the whimper you release when he slips two of his slender digits into your hot cunt. “Then, I’m going to fill you up with my cum, leave you with it dripping down your legs all night.”

You toss your head back, your skull pushing into the wall as you listen to the sounds of your wetness being fucking relentlessly by his hand. Tom’s got his thumb on your clit, rolling the tender bud with teasing circles, all whilst two of his fingers stroke against your hot passage, knocking up against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Tom,” you say, eyes squeezing shut. You know he’ll do it - know he’ll delight in the way you shift around uneasily all night with his release slicking up your thighs. Your cunt clenches around his digits as you imagine the night ahead, the hours you’ll spend trying desperately to keep his cum inside you. The prospect of parading around in his tiny dress, all whilst leaking his seed down your thighs makes you throb. “Please.”

“Oh, you want that, hm?” Tom nips at your neck, sucking a very deep hickey to your sensitive skin. “Dirty fucking thing, eh?”

Your breaths come out laboured now, pulled tight with exertion as your chest heaves. There’s a warmth in your stomach that builds with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Yeah,” you moan, straining. “Want to know I’m yours.”

Tom slowly slips his fingers from your hot passage, swallowing your whines of complaint as he kisses you roughly. “Get on the bed, angel,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours, “Hands and knees.”

You’re unsteady on your legs as you wobble to the mattress, pulling your dress up until it’s bunched at your waist. Next, you tend to your panties, kicking them away before climbing onto the edge of the bed, shifting into his instructed position. You stay near the edge of the mattress, knowing Tom tends to take you from standing when you’re down on your hands and knees like this, and you’re rewarded by the feeling of his hands smoothing over the curves of your bare ass. 

“Perfect,” he coos. You lose his touch for a brief moment as the sound of his belt releasing fills the air, but then Tom’s caressing you again, his touch firm and warm against your skin. “Fucking perfect, darling.” 

You gasp as you feel his cock, stiff as a rod, moving through your folds. He brushes up against your clit, teasing you with a light pressure until you’re bucking down against him. “C’mon Tom,” you urge, fingers closing into fists around the sheets. “Take me.”

Tom curses lowly before burying himself between your legs, finding home in your cunt as he sinks into you in one slick thrust. You hiss, the sound mellowing into a deep rumbled noise of enjoyment as he immediately pulls back, only to thrust back into you a moment later. He’s slow at first, easing you into it, but when you start to pull at the sheets and grind your hips back to meet his thrusts, he picks up the speed.

“There you go,” Tom murmurs, letting a hand fall down over your ass. The sting of pain makes you whine, your head dropping down beneath your elbows as you gasp for breath. Pleasure rockets out from your centre, doubling each time the tip of his cock brushes up against that sensitive zone buried deep inside you. “Such a pretty thing. So pliant for me, aren’t you? You’d take anything I give you.”

You can only nod, your grip on the bedsheets slipping. He’s pounding into you, holding nothing back, gripping your hips and keeping you fixed firmly in place. 

“You want it, don’t you?” The sounds of skin against skin mix with his words. “I know you do. You want everyone to see my mess between your legs. You want them to know that you’re mine.”

“Yes,” you mutter, voice twisting around the syllable. When Tom hears the desperation in your voice, he curls a hand around your waist and brings it down to fondle your clit. The stimulation makes you clench around him, your head spinning as you feel your climax drift closer. “Fuck, I want them to see it,” you find yourself saying, voicing your innermost desires, “Want to feel you dripping down my thighs. And when it stops, I want you to fill me up again.” Your voice tapers off as a loud moan travels up your throat instead - the product of a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so close.”

“Go on,” he urges, grip on your waist slippery. “Cum, darling. Let me feel that pussy pulse for me, hm? Make me cum.”

You release a moment later, your arms shaking as your head falls against the mattress. Tom’s strong grip on your waist holds you up, and as your walls flutter around his cock, you feel him peak too. The sensation of his cock pulsing, coupled with the hand that he has stimulating your clit just prolongs the wave, and you’re writhing against the sheets for what feels like blissful eternity. 

He slows, finally, only pulling out after he’s leaned over to press a soft kiss to the base of your spine. Tom delicately helps you up, your weight shifting onto your shins until he encourages you to your feet, fingers returning to your waist. Your lips meet, and you look up into his eyes, meeting his mischievous brown orbs.

“How was that?” Tom asks, fingers going to your dress. He carefully arranges the material, pulling it back over your hips, your bum, your thighs. 

Now upright, you can feel his cum slowly beginning to drip from your hole. You clench your walls, moaning softly at the sensations. You know you’ll be doing it all night, trying desperately to hold him, and when you fail, you know he’ll bend you over in the club bathrooms and fill you up again.

You lick your lower lip, smirking up at him darkly.

“Fucking fantastic.”

[angstymarauder]

Arch Enemies {M.M}

Marlene McKinnon x Female!reader ; marauders era

summary: where two long-time rivals realize how thin the line between love and hate really are after an unfortunate quidditch incident.

word count: 3.4k ish

contains: angst, fluff, a heated kiss?, side of wolfstar,

a/n: i didn’t re-read it bc I'm lazy. Also if people could drop some wlw angsty harry potter recs that would be phenomenal.

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Marlene McKinnon has been your rival since as far back in your Hogwarts years as you can remember. Always at each other’s heads. Always a competition between the two of you. Always striving to be better than the other.

The two of you made just about everything a competition. Chess Matches. Pranking. Grades. Eating. Walking. Detentions (you almost got kicked out of Hogwarts that year.)

Anything that could somehow be made competitive, you two competed. And while you tended to beat her with grades, she often beat you in things that took place outside of the classroom.

The Marauders, apparently, have been placing bets and keeping track of your wins against one another. Lily even claims that one time she walked into their room unexpectedly and caught them writing on a poster on their wall that had both your names in big letters on each side and a series of tallies below each with dates and event names on the bottom, but as soon as they saw her one of them casted a spell to make it disappear.

This year was no different. You knew it was stupid to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to try out for the quidditch team without Marlene fighting you for the same spot. You have no real desire to be on the quidditch team, quite honestly, but your older siblings play quidditch, your parents played quidditch, your aunts, your uncles, your cousins, your grandparents, your great-grandparents.

You have a quidditch family and you do not want to can not disappoint them.

The hope that Marlene may leave you alone for this one was shattered, as you expected it to be, when you walk into the team's locker room, a bag of quidditch gear in your hand. “Y/L” Marlene spoke as soon as her eyes met yours. Her eyes widened more than usual, a change most people don’t notice, but then again, you’re not most people. You know Marlene better than anyone else, you’ve memorized the meaning of every look in her eyes, every curve of her lips, every flick of her hands. You know her brain, how she works, what she is thinking, for the most part at least because right now you found yourself momentarily confused by the surprise lacing her voice. Why is she so surprised? Did she not expect you to be there? Your thoughts are cut short when the blonde standing at the other side of the room clears her throat in an attempt to reactive her favorite tone of voice when speaking to you, cockiness, “you going for the beater position too?”

“Yea,” you respond, walking over to one of the lockers.

“May the best player win,” you continued unpacking your bag, putting on the final touches to your uniform, but you didn’t need to look at her to know that she was smirking as she spoke, you could hear it clear enough in her voice.

She awaited a snarky response from you, you know that, but you didn’t want to waste your energy on a catfight right now. Your anxiety is already through the roof, there is enough pressure on you at the moment that you feel like your brain physically cannot handle any more conflict, so you ignore her.

Her eyes burn holes into your body as you continue to pull your knee pads on. Eventually, the door opens and you listen to her steps as she walks out of the locker room, closing the door with a slam and leaving you all alone.

It’s not long before you’re 100% ready for tryouts. You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a moment before leaving. Taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. Calm your mind. It helps a little bit, but maybe not enough.

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“Y/L! Watch out!” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

The tryouts were going great, James was the captain this year and after stealing a glance at his little sheet, you could tell that you were going to beat Marlene out for this spot.

You should’ve been happier with that knowledge than you were, but somewhere deep down you almost wanted Marlene to beat you. This wasn't what you wanted and by the look in her eyes, you knew that this was what she wanted. A strange feeling arose in your chest each time she looked at you during tryouts, her eyes conveyed a message you hadn’t seen her wear yet and all you wanted to do was decode it. To understand why her eyes looked… sad? Almost. Like she knew you were going to beat her and she was upset about it. She’s never been upset before, always a team player. She took her losses as they came and just vowed to beat you next time. But for some reason… for some reason this was different.

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Marlene’s Pov:

You looked so pretty. Flyaway hairs and a look of determination on your face as you swatted away Bludgers so effortlessly. She loved quidditch, but she wasn't as good as you. Jealous, not because you’ll win whatever competition the two of you are probably making out of this, but jealous because she knows she won’t get the position she’s been working her ass off for. Lost in thought she doesn't even notice the bludger coming towards her, luckily she hits it just in time, but then… Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Marlene watched as the bludger tumbled straight towards you, “Y/L! Watch out,” was all she could get in before it hit you right in the head.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was an intense pounding in your skill that caused an unconscious groan to leave your mouth. As you increasingly became aware your head began hurting more and more. You went to bring your hand up to rub your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up when you felt another hand on yours. Opening your eyes only increased your headache, but the desire to know whose hand was holding yours overruled the pain. Their hand was soft, warm, it felt like … like home. That's the only word you could find in this pain-forsaken state to properly describe the feeling.

The blur of a person who held your hand made you think you were crazy. You found yourself blinking a few times in attempts to clear your vision, not initially trusting your eyes and barely trusting them now as you see Marlene McKinnon's hand, holding yours.

Marlene McKinnon.

Your arch-nemesis?

The one who practically hates you?

Yea… her.

What the fuck.

Why is she holding your hand… and why do you never want her to let go?

You can feel your lips curve up into an unconscious smile as you stare at the place where her hand connects with yours before roaming your eyes up to her figure to her sleeping face being held up by her other hand, elbow resting on her armchair next to your bed. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, and you wonder why you’ve never noticed how gorgeous she was before. How her lips look so soft and her skin so smooth. The way the waning gibbous moonlight shines into the room from the large infirmary windows and lights her face up in a way you’ve never seen in before and in that moment you want nothing more than to stare at her face like that forever. You don’t even notice your other hand moving up to touch her face until you hear a voice whisper from a few beds over from yours. “Oh, you’re up.” Startled, you feel like you were just caught committing a crime and immediately pull your hand back to where it was before. Marlene shifts in her sleep from your quick movements and you’re watching this moment slip through your fingers, silently begging whatever runs the universe to let you stay in this moment just a little bit longer. Thankfully, they answer and Marlene stills, returning to her peaceful sleep. “Don’t worry, Lils says she sleeps like a log.”

You giggle at these words, turning to face Remus with a smile, “yea, she does. We can never get her up in the morning.” “It’s the same with Sirius. He never wants to wake up.” The two of you giggle quietly, afraid to wake up anyone in the castle this late at night, especially the girl sitting beside you. You talk about Remus first, asking if the full moon the night before was really that bad that Pomfrey made him stay overnight again and if he's okay. He assures you that he is fine and redirects the conversation to you, “What about you? Are you okay?”

“I don’t even know what happened to me,” you tell him, “or why my head hurts so much or why M-” you pause, now looking at the girl. You’re scared of speaking the words out loud, afraid it may reveal that her presence is only a dream or a figment of your imagination and that you will sound crazy if you speak about it.

“Or why Marlene is here, holding your hand.” Remus finishes your sentence.

“Or that.” you turn your gaze back to Remus, now wishing the moon was a little darker so your close friend can’t see the blush that is surely on your face.

“Well to answer your first questions,” started Remus, “You got hit with a bludger during tryouts, Marlene and Sirius rushed u in here while I was taking a nap - thanks for that by the way”

“Sorry” you giggled

“- and then Sirius went back to practice, as for McKinnon there, she refused to leave. I think she feels bad cause she's the one that hit you. Pomfrey said you probably have a concussion which means you can’t … well you can’t play quidditch this year.” You should be focusing on the quidditch part, it was something you were working so hard for, but you can’t stop your mind from trailing off to her. Is she only here because she feels bad? Or is there more to it? You hope it's more. You’re not sure when these feelings came to fruition, but they’re there now and you’re worried about getting your hopes up because it means risking yourself getting let down.

“I think she likes you,” you take a minute to process the werewolves' words, glancing between the blonde’s head and her hand.

“You think so?” you say with a hopeful smile.

“I think she’s liked you since first year and you’re just too oblivious to realize it,” you look up with him, your confused face causing a slight chuckle to leave his lips, “I’m observant, you know that but it's not that difficult to see how in love you two are, even though you act like you hate each other. I think she knows what she feels,” you both glanced at the girl, “and I think you just figured out what you feel.”

You smile at his words. “I think you’re right,” you admit, too tired to be stubborn and reject what your heart says is a fact.

“Just wait till January to tell everyone please, I have a bet going with the boys and- “ Suddenly the door to the infirmary opens, Remus goes quiet with confusion and Marlen begins to stir from the noise. She’s really waking up this time, you immediately close your eyes, unsure of what else to do or even say to her. You can feel her eyes on your face, her hand holding yours. “Good morning sleepyhead,” remarked Remus. You curse out his name in your head as you feel Marlene’s hand immediately rip out of yours. All you want to do is look at her face, read her mind. Was she embarrassed? Ashamed? Your mind went to the worst.

“How’s the girlfriend?” marked a new voice, Sirius. Of course. Who else would come to the infirmary this late other than Sirius to check up on Remus?

“She’s not my girlfriend.” remarked Marlene, her tone sending a brief stab of pain through your own heart, “I don’t even like her,” another stab.

“Yea, okay, and Moonys not my werewolf boyfriend.” You would’ve laughed, hearing the noises of Remus hitting Sirius in response to his words, but your mind was stuck on the words of the girl who was still standing close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her body.

“I don’t like her,” she said, her words laced with annoyance and anger, “In fact, I hate her. We’re literally enemies.”

“Then why are you here then?” Remus rebutted, he probably meant to be helpful, but the words she spoke next only made your heart ache more.

“Because I’m not a monster! I hit her with the bludger and I felt bad. That’s it. Nothing else.” you were almost thankful when you started to hear her moving around, collecting her stuff, tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes and you didn’t want her to see. “I’m tired so I’m going, goodbye.” And with that you waited, listening to the sounds of her footsteps, getting quieter with each moment. You listened to the opening and closing of the infirmary door and only dared to open your eyes again once you could no longer hear the clicking of her shoes down the hallway.

“You okay?” Remus spoke first, witnessing the silent tears now streaming down your face. You wish you stayed asleep. You wish you never looked at her. Never let yourself feel something you knew she wouldn’t reciprocate. You curse yourself for believing Remus’ hopeful words.

“Fine,” you spoke quietly before turning to your side, the back facing the two boys who get to share the kind of romance you find yourself only able to dream about.

“M’Sorry,” you heard Remus whisper, before the weight of your head and your heart lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up to Madam Pomfrey's voice urging you awake. Her soft voice reminded you of your mother and made you want to curl up into her arms and cry, Marlene's words last night still resting their weight on your chest. “How are you this morning, love?” she asks, placing a plate of food on the bedside table, you're thankful that she doesn't mention the tear stains that probably made their home on your cheeks last night.

“M’fine,” you mumble, “better.”

“Good, good,” she smiles, handing you a glass of water that you didn’t realize how much you needed until the whole glass was gone in a minute and Madam Pomfrey had to fetch you a new one. “Took a big hit yesterday, that Miss McKinnon has a good arm.” You hum in agreeance, an attempt to not be rude to the elder in front of you, but hearing her name still hurts, the wound of her words still leaving scars on your heart that haven’t even begun to scab. “Speaking of the devil,” the nurse spoke, your head raising up to see Marlene's figure entering the curtain that surrounded your bed. Her hair looked so soft, messier than you usually see it, but you liked it. You couldn’t stop your eyes from travelling down her face, taking in her beauty while she was awake. Bags plagued her beautiful brown eyes, she didn't sleep much last night. Your gaze moved to her lips, the same lips that unknowingly cut scars along your heart mere hours ago. Memories from the night before that you had allowed yourself to forget for a moment returned as fast as they left, returning the heartache that accompanies them. Suddenly, you found the hem of your shirt more interesting, keeping your gaze and your hands on that. “I’ll leave you two alone,” spoke Madam Pomfrey, ignoring the tension-filled silence that laid in the air, “I’d like to keep you here for a little while longer but you should be discharged by dinner,” and with that she left the two of you alone, your breaking heart not even strong enough to look at her.

“Hey,” she spoke first, breaking the silence, but not moving from her spot where she stood at the end of your bed. “Sorry I hit you with a bludger,” she tried to joke, but the tension was too thick that it was just awkward.

“Why are you here?” you ask, a sudden surge of bravery coming from the anger that stems from your sadness.

“Wh-What?”

“Why are you here?” “Because I feel bad? Because I'm not a total bitch and I care about you?” she remarks.

“Why do you care?” your voice grows louder, angrier than you want it, but you’re too stubborn to stop speaking now. “I can’t play anymore, you got the spot on the team, didn’t you? “I mean you said it yourself we’re enemies, right? You hate me?” you continue, repeating her words from last night. “So isn’t this what you wanted? You won. You beat me. Congratulations.”

“So you were eavesdropping?” she asks, her tone attempting to stay angry, but her eyes revealing that look you’re slowly seeing more and more often.

“It’s not eavesdropping if I’m lying right there.”

“Merlin, y/n, I don’t hate you!”

“Liar.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she yells, getting closer to your face.

“If you don’t hate me then why would you say it?” You sat up, both your voices were raising, anger surging through the air.

“Because I don’t hate you! I love you,” she yelled, and then everything went quiet. She loves me? Only now did you realize how close your faces were. Her lips were inches from yours, your ragged breaths intermingled with one another, both of you already exhausted from your previous argument. You looked up from her lips to her eyes, just to find them already staring into yours.

“You what?” you whispered so low that only she could hear it.

“ I-” her eyes were filled with fear. Fear that her feelings won’t be reciprocated. Fear to express the vulnerable emotion that has plagued her heart for how long? You don’t know. So you move forward and capture her lips in yours.

After the initial surprise, Marlene began to kiss you back, her hands finding the back of your neck and your head while yours found her hips. You broke apart too soon for your liking and she rested her forehead on yours. One of your hands moved to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before speaking. “I love you too.” You watched as her eyes lit up with joy and you couldn’t help but smile. “I get a point on the leaderboard for admitting it first,” she chuckled.

“Mmhm,” you hummed in agreeance leaning forward again so your lips brushed against hers as you spoke, “but I get one for kissing you first.”

“Dammit,” she whispered, before leaning in for another kiss.

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“So Gryffindor Beater, huh?” you asked Marlene. The two of you laid together in the infirmary bed, her back pressed up against half of your chest, your arm hanging around her shoulder twirling and untwirling her hair with your one hand while both her hands played with the fingers of your other.

“Yea, James said it’s mine if I want it, but I don’t need to take it if you don’t want me to.”

“No, merlin no,” you said quickly, “I know how much you want that spot, I barely even wanted it. Was only doing it because with my family I felt like I had to.”

“Really?” She looked up at you hopefully, “you don't mind.”

“Nope.” “Promise?”

“Promise.” She gave her a peck on the lips before turning her head around again. “Plus, you’re going to look so hot in that uniform, I feel like I’ll be the real winner in this situation.” Your words earn a loud laugh from the girl in your arms and you feel like you're on cloud 9. You place a quick kiss on her temple and want nothing more than to be the one to make her laugh for the rest of your lives. Lives that you hopefully get to spend together.

Meanwhile…

“Told you so,” he whispered.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut,” the second boy groaned, placing coins into the other boy's outstretched hand.

“Yea, but look how cute they are, Moony the Matchmaker.”

“Oh shut up Padfoot,” he groaned, “I’m hungry, let's go to dinner.” “Whatever you say handsome,” barked the boy before looping arms with his lover and walking away from the two girls in the infirmary who looked utterly and completely infatuated with one another.

[the-silentium]

Quits

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 2200 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, swearing.

Requested by: Anon!

Hi!! Can i get a five x reader where the reader gets shot or stabbed or something but doesnt tell anyone and ends up passing out? Thanks!!

A/N: I’m back at my requests! Thank you Anon for this sweet lil’ idea and I hope it lives up to your expectations as it does with mine  ❤ Requests are still open!

You remember a time when you took pride in your capacity to make the right choice at the right time. When school asked you what you wanted to do in life, you chose the right one from the start unlike the majority of your friends who had to change classes multiple times and were now a happy veterinarian. When life put on your path the incarnation of your perfect partner, you decided to take it slow to see where it went. Fortunately for you, you quickly saw through his facade and kicked him out before he could create more permanent damage to your heart. 

Your life was full of important decisions that were though at the time. Sometimes you had to take some days to think about it when other times it took you hours. They were all risky shots that could end up badly for you in the end so you liked to take your time to think about it. 

This is why when Five Hargreeves, your childhood closest friend, knocked at your door one day and asked for your help to stop the fast-arriving apocalypse, you didn't think twice and immediately accepted. How could you make the bad choice by helping him save the world? If he failed you would die, he would die, everyone would die and this is obviously the bad end of the story, right?

Well, as of right now, you were starting to doubt it. After failing to stop 2019's apocalypse and after Five had time-traveled every living Hargreeves plus yourself in the 1960s, you found yourself in two precarious situations: one, you were back in your 13-year-old self and two, you were not fighting two crazy hard-ass Commissioners, but three crazy hard-ass IKEA mafioso! 

It was a miracle that you survived the raid on the Hargreeves Mansion unscathed. You had thanked your luck for allowing you to live another day, although you regret ever doing so. Clearly, you had jinxed yourself, for surviving the Swedes ambush at the Mexican consulate wasn't as painless as the raid. 

A very well-sharpened knife had managed to pierce your skin, getting in your abdomen all the way to the hilt before you managed to kick the white-haired man down a nice flight of stairs. Your medical instinct pushed you to hastily insert some absorbent tissue into your wound to control the bleed and allow you to check it later. 

Sadly, one thing led to another and you were now sitting with all six Hargreeves who were currently trying to formulate a plan of some sort while Diego was focussed on his JFK conspiracy and you were literally bleeding out. 

The once pristine washcloth you had stolen in the kitchen was completely soaked, staining your blue shirt with dark red spots. Speaking of spots, hundreds of tiny black ones were now dancing in your line of sight like dark fireflies. 

"Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" 

You lifted your hand hoping to get the attention of the others, obviously working when Luther asked what you'd done. 

"Anything yet, but would it screw the timeline if I died here?" 

You saw Five frowns in confusion, his mouth opening on a question before yelling your name when you couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell to the ground. Strong arms lifted you from the floor and you landed on a comfy cloud. You smiled in contentment, it has been a while since you had a proper night of sleep. This cloud will be perfect for a nap. 

Tiny slaps on your left cheek forced your eyes to open and meet a concerned blue gaze. 

"So pretty." You mumbled, still focussing on the blue eyes frantically scanning your face. 

Oh did I mentioned earlier that you had a crush on Five? Because you do and it is not small if after 15 years your heart still accelerates when you merely meet his gaze. 

"Don't sleep okay? Keep your eyes open!" You laughed at his command, it is the same thing you told him the day he lost consciousness at Leonard's cabin. You had a snarky remark at the tip of your tongue but it died on your lips when darkness forced its way upon you. 

………………………

Even before your mind was operational enough to create thoughts, your brain was already running full speed and relentlessly reminded you that your abdomen was on fire. The pain was a great ally into your mission to wake up and open your eyes. Maybe you would be able to ask for some painkillers. 

The harsh neon light shining over your head made you tear up the second your eyes opened to assess your environment. You tried again, slower this time, and found yourself confused by your surroundings. 

Many times in your childhood you had passed time in this room, planning pranks, doing homework, reading, or just hanging out. Nothing had changed excepted the walls that were now covered in equations and names. 

Groggily, you attempted to seat up, your abdominal muscles screamed in agony at your movements forcing you to stay on your back. The groan that erupted from your throat alarmed a passer-by who raced to the door, opening it so fast that it collided with the wall. 

"She's awake!" Klaus shouted in the corridor when he saw your wide-open eyes. He only had time to put a foot into the bedroom that a blue light appeared out of nowhere announcing Five's arrival. Your heart was beating too quickly by the time Five had pushed Klaus out of his room and slammed the door shut behind him. 

“What were you thinking?!” Five's anger caused you to frown. What did you do? You searched your mind for an answer and quickly found one in the vivid memory of a knife diving into your flesh. 

You opened your mouth to talk your mind but nothing came out of the desert that was your throat. Noticing your problem, Five caught a water bottle from his nightstand, cautiously brought it to your lips, and let you drink small sips of the freshwater. Satisfied, you coughed once to prepare your throat. 

“Now you know how it felt so we are quits.” You answered, referring to the time in Leonard’s cabin where you felt like the world had stopped when Five lost consciousness. You took care of him as best as you could despite your field of expertise being animals you had a basic understanding of the human anatomy, so with your trembling hands covered in his blood while desperately trying to not notice how much there was, you worked as effectively as you could to keep the love of your life alive. 

"This is not a game! You could have died!" You would have believed his angry eyes if only his hands weren't shaking so much. You were friend with Five for long enough to know how to read his temper and now, he was scared. 

"But I didn't." You tried to calm him down with your calm voice. You remember jumping at his neck the second he woke up that time he passed out, why couldn't he do the same instead of yelling at you? 

You watched him open his mouth a couple of times before closing it, clearly thinking through what he was going to say. When he finally chose, his voice was barely audible. "Selfish." 

You blinked in confusion at his statement. "Me? Selfish?" With each word now, your voice was raising until you reached the point where you were yelling at the blue-eyed 30 years old man. "Everything I did was to save the damn world from the apocalypse and you call me selfish?! I took a fucking knife to the gut and dealt with it for the sake of the world and you call me self-" 

"I wasn't talking about you." Now this stopped you good. You frowned in confusion, not seeing where he was going. "I was talking about me." 

Your head tilted to the side, searching your brain as to why Five would call himself selfish. All he did was for his family, he never acted for himself, so why?

"I almost let everything down to make sure you made it back alive. I almost let the world end for you because I can't imagine living another 45 years where you're not there." His words were soft, a tone that you weren't aware was used exclusively around you. His gaze fled yours, switching between the scribbles on the walls and the foot of the bed. 

Color rushed to your face for his words definitely sounded like a confession to your ears. Your childhood self had waited for so long to hear something of the type, so long that you thought the friendzone was the ultimate area that you would be welcome in. You accepted that your feelings were strong enough to be pleased by his happiness even with someone else. 

A smile formed on your lips causing Five's heart to miss a beat in its rhythmic pumping. "I-"

"Guys they are doing it!" Klaus' loud voice on the other side of the door cut you off. 

"Doing what?" Allison had joined her brother at the door, confused of his antics. 

"Admitting their undying love for each other!" At this point Five had opened the door swiftly, his murderous gaze fell on his siblings, daring them to say something more. It was at this moment that Klaus realized how scary his brother was in reality, he wasn't the little Number Five anymore, but a grown-up man who could easily murder him in a thousand ways possible. 

"Oh heck no!" The words fell off your mouth against your will, the embarrassing situation making you nervous so your brain tried to defuse the situation by stating the opposite of what Klaus wanted. From your point of view, you totally missed the way Five's eyes lost their deadly rage, instead showing his pain at your words. He was quick to hide his feelings once more, but his siblings had enough time to acknowledge his true emotion. 

Slapping Klaus behind the head, Allison got a hold of his shirt and pulled him away to let the two of you clear this out. Everyone knew you two were pinning each other when you were younger. Even when fighting the two apocalypses! It was clear as day for the rest of the family, however, it wasn't the case for the both of you. 

The door slammed back in place once more making you jump and hiss in pain when your abdominal muscles contracted. In your field of vision, you noted that Five had tensed before closing his hands in tight fists and made his way to his desk, the only place in the room you couldn't see because of your incapacity to turn around. 

You knew what you said must have hurt him, it clearly seemed like you had rejected him. Stupid defense method. 

"Five?" No answer was given, his heavy breathing being the only sound resonating in the room. "I didn't mean that." A scoff fell off his lips. 

"You think I'll believe that?" The venom in his voice told you just how much you had hurt him, squeezing your heart in shame. 

"When you disappeared 15 years ago I developed a system to protect myself from new heartbreaks. It hurt way less to force myself to believe that my feelings for you were nonexistent than acknowledge them and continue living without you, Five." Water appeared in your eyes, pooled down your cheeks, and soaked your new shirt. "I was so used to deny my feelings that-" Your voice broke when a sob forced its way out of you. 

Hands found your cheeks, drying the wet trails before pulling you into a firm chest. You managed to slip your hands around his waist and cried for as long as needed. The exhaustion of the last endless days caught up to you along with the fact that the subject of your love was very well alive and here to stay, fueling the flow of tears falling down your eyes. 

"I really didn't mean it." You managed to croak out between sobs. 

One of Five's hand went to your hair, stroking your head tenderly. "I know." Your grip onto his shirt tightened when a kiss landed on the top of your head. 

Slowly, he pulled away to lay you back down onto his bed and snuggled to your side when your anxious eyes found his. One of his arms went under your head while the other took care to not accidentally touch the general area surrounding your wound when snaking around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. 

His body heat was very much welcome, you snuggled your way into the crook of his neck in search of comfort. 

"Rest. I'll be there when you wake up." He whispered into your hair when his button-down crumpled in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. "I love you Five." You had to get it out before you let yourself fall asleep for you were scared that later would be too late. 

"I love you too." Delicate patterns were traced by his skilled fingers onto the bare skin of your waist making you shiver. Your heartbeat accelerated at his chuckle before stabilizing when you fell into a peaceful slumber.

[prettyricky187]

Consequences

Request: When you purposely try to make Hotch jealous, you have to suffer the consequences

A/N: I was a part of the secret fic swap created by dontkissthewriter for our discord server. I got dontkissthewriter and it gave me a branch out of my comfort zone. This is the result. I hope you all like it 🙂 Again, thank you to imagining-in-the-margins for being an amazing beta reader. My writing wouldn’t be nearly as good without her!

Couple: Hotch/Fem!Reader Category: Smut Content Warnings: degradation, choking, spanking, semi-public, oral (male receiving), facial Word Count: 2.8K

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‘My office. Now’

That was the message that kicked everything off.

It was quiet in the bullpen, everyone trying to get through case reports as quickly as they could in order to go home. The most recent case had been a run of the mill case for BAU standards and the team wasn’t there long. It was long enough for you to formulate and execute a plan, which had clearly worked based on the text message you’d just received.

“You comin’ lil mama?” Derek’s voice broke you from your thoughts. You look up to see him eyeing you expectantly while he shrugs on his coat.

“No, you go ahead.” You smile. “I’m going to finish up here. I have a bit more to do before I’m done.”

“Did you want my help?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No, thanks. I appreciate the offer though.”

He nods and bids you goodnight, leaving just you and Aaron left. Although you wouldn’t know it beyond the pale light filtering through his closed shades.

“And then there were two.” You mutter as you swivel your chair to face his office window.

You knew what you had done while the team was in Albuquerque. After all, you had done it on purpose, simply to get a rise out of one man: Aaron Hotchner. He had decided that he was too busy for you and that just simply wouldn’t do. So, you may have harmlessly flirted with the lead detective on the case, laying it on extra thick whenever your unit chief was within range. You knew you were getting to him as the days rolled over. His stance was getting more rigid and his words more tense. It all came to a head when he snapped on the poor detective over an innocuous mistake. You felt bad for the guy, you really did, but you smirked internally at how you’d succeeded at getting under Aaron’s skin.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for what was waiting for you behind that door. You straighten out your clothes and curtly knock on the door. You’re not entirely sure why you knocked, because you opened the door before you ever heard an answer.

“You wanted to see me sir?”

You can’t help but take in the image before you. He is able to command the room even from behind the desk. Always the stern authoritarian, his face was impassive and giving away nothing about why he called you in. You knew why, though.

“Come in.” His voice was deep and stern, and you felt a shiver run through you at the tone. “I wanted to discuss your behavior on the case.” His eyes never left you as you came to stand next to his desk, but refused to sit down.

“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head in the perfect picture of feigned innocence.

“You know exactly what I mean.” His glare was intense, and you waited to see how long it would take him to blink.

You innocently shook your head with a tiny smirk. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Practically throwing yourself at Detective Morrison.” He cut straight to the point, not even bothering to entertain your charade. His words hung in the air as you stared each other down. “You were so desperate for attention, just like the cheap whore that you are.”

You were prepared for his words and made sure to keep your expression neutral, although a heat began rising in the pit of your stomach.

“It was pathetic to watch.”

The air was tense while you both waited to see who would talk next. It would be Aaron.

“So, here’s what you’re going to do,” he begins, pushing back and creating a gap between himself and the desk, “you’re going to get on your knees and you’re going to make yourself useful while I finish these reports.”

“What?” You ask, excitement blooming through you despite your apparent objection.

“You heard me. It’s your fault this has taken me this long, so you’re going to make up for it.” He looks at you expectantly and you know better than to question him further. Last time you pushed him and questioned his order, your throat was sore for a week from how far he shoved his cock down it.

“I gave you an order.” He raised an eyebrow, signaling to you not to make him wait any longer.

It would not be enough to walk to the desk; that would provide you with dignity you didn’t deserve. Instead, you carefully dropped to your knees and crawled towards him, making sure to add an extra sway to your hips as you moved. He deserved a show, which explains why he watched as you settled between his legs and began working on removing his slacks.

You enjoyed the fact that he was already straining against his zipper, trying to act as unaffected, but his body betrayed him. He let out a sigh of relief as his erection was freed.

“Get to work.” He commanded, and you didn’t waste any time before moving forward and engulfing the tip of his dick. You moan at the taste of him and moved down to slide him to the back of your throat. You can hear a faint hiss and grunt from his mouth, but he makes no move to touch you.

Still, he doesn’t leave you completely unmentioned, his voice raspy and low when he finally spoke. “You know, deep down, he was only being polite. Even he recognized that a slut like you constantly needs attention. We both know he would never touch you.” He doesn’t touch you as he talks, let alone spare you a glance. The only inclination that he was affected by your mouth was the tensing of his thighs.

“I know what you were doing.” He continues. “Trying to make me jealous simply so that I would pay attention to you. I thought you were an adult beyond such petty games. Clearly I was wrong.”

He leans back to watch you work and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him, still in his suit jacket and tie, looking down on you sucking his dick under his desk. He pulls his cock from your mouth and begins tapping and rubbing it against your face. You moan at the sensation and he chuckles knowingly.

“You love the smell of my cock, don’t you? Such a needy slut.” He grunts as he drags his cock up and down your face. You moan as his hot skin glides across your face and the heady smell fills your senses. You want so badly to reach into your slacks and touch yourself, but you resist knowing he’d notice and leave you high and dry for the foreseeable future. It just wasn’t worth it.

“More.” You gasp, looking up at him with what you hoped would be enough to induce some pity from the man. He looks down on you and slaps your face with his dick, bringing a cheerful smile to your lips. He smears his precum on your cheek and lips.

“Should’ve known.” He mumbled.

“Aaron...” You moan, not even caring that you sound whiny. You just want him. You need him.

“What?” He snaps.

“I need more.” You pathetically beg. He was everywhere, but it still wasn’t enough.

“You don’t need more, you want more. Like the greedy slut that you are.”

You nod in agreement– what else is there to do? – and he lets out a dark chuckle.

“You should be thanking me for wasting my breath on you. For giving you the opportunity to taste my cock.” He taunts. “Sometimes you’re so pathetic I wonder why I even bother. Why I shouldn’t put you out of your misery.” His words were harsh, but they always hit in a different way and you loved it. The meaner he was to you, the more in love you fell.

“Get up.”

You wordlessly follow his instruction and look down on him as he remains in his chair.

“Take off your pants and over. Grip the sides of the desk.” He orders, knowing full well that you will comply. You watch as he stands up and makes quick work of his tie before yanking it entirely off. Your eyes widen in wonder as he undoes his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing more and more of his skin. You don’t even bother trying to hide the moan as the sight unfolds before you. You catch his tiny smirk at the sound.

“I’m waiting.” He says. You bite back your snarky comment as you slowly remove your pants and fold yourself over his desk.

“Glad you know how to follow directions.” He says, trailing his fingers across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. The gentleness of his touch is sharply contrasted by the way he roughly grabs hold of your hip, pressing you down against the desk before raising his other hand.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, his hand harshly coming down on your ass before you have a chance to answer. The sound reverberates around the empty room and the accompanying sting courses through your body, causing your toes to curl in your shoes. You want to answer, but there is no time between the extreme responses he’s causing. Each time you started to say ‘You, god, you’ he’s moving again, his anger palpable in the air. The stoic Aaron Hotchner devolved into nothing but a man hellbent on breaking you down to nothing.

“Answer me, bitch!” He snaps, slapping your ass again, his voice raising with, again, no time to respond. “I will use my belt if I have to. Maybe my hand isn’t enough for a filthy slut like you.” You know he can hear the ragged way you were breathing between the sobs, but he didn’t seem to care. When you do manage to speak, it’s more of a pitiful croak.

“You!” You finally cry. Because while you do love when he uses his belt, you’d like to actually be able to sit down after this.

“That’s right.” He says through clenched teeth with another harsh slap, “You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.” His hand was relentless, his pace and power of both words and motions increasing with each passing second. “Mine to fuck! Mine to mark up! Mine to tie up! Fucking mine!” Each sentiment was followed by a resounding slap, and you were certain there were various angry marks across your sensitive skin. You’d look at them later and fondly recall this moment. The moment Aaron Hotchner called you his.

“Fuck…” You hiss, “Aaron, please.”

“Stop begging. You don’t get a say in this. You’re nothing but a toy for me; something for me to use whenever I want and however, I want.” He snaps, rubbing his dick on your ass, much like he did on your face. “My own personal whore.”

There is a brief silence, and all you can do is wait for what he wants to do next.

“I already know what you want.” He states. “You want me to fuck you, like the greedy bitch you are.”

“Please.” You don’t even bother denying it. There’s shuffling behind you and suddenly his hand is gripping your jaw as he brings his face beside yours.

“Open your mouth.” No sooner than you do, he stuffs his tie in your mouth and drags your arms behind your back, holding them together with one hand. “Much better. Now I don’t have to listen to your disgusting voice.” He snarls.

Without another word, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. You cry out from both the pleasure and pain of his sudden intrusion, the noises muffled behind the tie. They are buried in his broken moans and curt grunts as he relentlessly pounds into you.

“Who knew I’d get lucky by hiring such a fucking slut like you? Always have to have a dick in you to behave.” He moans, his hips never stopping their movements.

“You do suck my dick so well though.” He grunts. “Always so ready for me.” He wasn’t even talking to you and you knew it. He was talking to hear himself talk, reveling in the power he had over you. The way that he could command you to hold the business end of his loaded gun in your mouth and you would do it.

“I love that you know when to shut the fuck up. When I don’t want to hear your stupid fucking voice.” He continues, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back at the same time he gives a particularly hard thrust, causing your body to fold in a way it is definitely not supposed to. Aaron doesn’t care.

“Fuck!” Your cry is muffled from his tie, but he understands what you’re saying.

“Turn around.” He orders as he pulls out of you, watching you awkwardly shuffle around until you’re on your back laying across various reports with your legs around his waist.

When he entered you next his movements were slow and purposeful. He took his time, enjoying the way your face contorted as he stretched you open. His hand trailed up your body like you were porcelain, barely touching you until it came to rest at your throat.  

“That poor detective would have no idea how to handle a filthy slut like you.” He sneered, tightening his grip around your neck before he snapped his hips forward, the menacing and pain in his movements returning with a vengeance. “You’re too bratty for him.”

You looked up at him and couldn’t help but notice how the veins and muscles in his arm were bulging under the tension. You clenched around him at the sight of how fucked out he looked. All because of you. You did this to him. Only you could.

“Fuck yes.” He hisses. “Clench around my cock like the desperate whore you are.” He moans. You continue to clench around him again and again, until his movements start to falter, and his hand tightens once again. He gives you a few more thrusts before abruptly pulling out and yanking you off the desk.

You almost fall to the floor, but manage to find your feet before it happens. You look down and bite your lip at his glistening cock bobbing between you.

“On your knees.”

The look he gave you left no room for argument; not that you had any left. Any of the attitude you’d walked into his office with, he’d fucked out of you. He’d simply fucked you into submission. On your knees, you watched as he wrapped one of the hands he’d used to beat you around his cock.

“I’m going to make you look beautiful for once in your life.”

“Please.” You beg. You love it when he marks you however he wants.  There have been countless days where you’ve had to wear a turtleneck to cover the bitemarks and bruises he’s left on your neck and shoulders. You often have bite marks so deep you can practically make out each tooth. You wished they would never fade. As he touched himself to the vision of you on the floor before him, you dropped your mouth open with your tongue presented to him, ready to take whatever he would give you.

“So, fucking good. Always so willing.” He grunted as he quickly stroked his cock while standing over you. He puts his other hand on your head to hold you steady. You continued to watch as his hand flew over his dick, still wet with the evidence of how badly you wanted him.

“Oh...fuck.” He grunts as the first rope shoots out and lands on your cheek. You close your eyes and smile as each warm shot lands on your face. The hand on your head slackens before falling away and you clear the cum from your eyes before opening them to look up at him.

“Finally,” he says smiling fondly, “you look beautiful.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. You two looked at each other for a moment before his usual stoic personality shifted back into place.

“Clean yourself up and go home. It’s late.”

You look up at him in bewilderment, your legs rubbing together and your entire body rocking as you arched your back. “What about me?”

You pout as he straightens his clothes out. He doesn’t answer at first, straightening his things like he was preparing to leave. He hardly looked at you through it all, even going so far as to open the door and turn off the lights in the room. When he did look at you, you wondered what he saw in the girl still on her knees in the dark, covered with his cum and begging for more.

“What about you?” He asked in that trademark monotone. You were going to respond, to plead your case and beg him to touch you before he left, but before the words came, he had already closed the door.

[lollytea]

I would be very happy if you talked about shagheera 👀

:0!!!! really?? you’ll let me talk bout shagheera?? COOL COOL thank you i love them and i love you 

i wrote a big long “essay” (i use that term loosely) about them once which i documented here HERE BUT it is very long and i cant imagine anyone reading more than a paragraph of it so i will try to say it in simple terms here (which will also be long but not 9 pages long) 

ok so to actually find this concept believable, you gotta be familiar with like 3 different things. please stay with me here i know im gonna sound crazy.

1.) jungle book. its only important cuz its the only place you can get a characterization of bagheera as an adult. and also shere khan in his OG form. we love them. they are good cats 

2.) jungle cubs. its a cute lil cartoon bout the jungle book characters as kids. its also the show that put this GODDAMN idea in my head in the first place like twelve years ago. it haunts me. its important cuz its the only place where bagheera and khan interacted and you can get an understanding of what their dynamic was

3.) talespin. its in a different universe than jungle book/jungle cubs but adult shagheera can only exist in the talespin-verse. it doesnt exactly end well in the jungle book-verse cuz khan tried to kill bagheera’s human nephew or some shit so they dont get along. bagheera doesnt even canonically exist in talespin but i put him in there cuz its what he deserves 

ok so it starts with jungle cubs which gives us bagheera and shere khan as childhood friends. i wanna say they had an “antagonistic” relationship but really it was just two little kids talking tough and showing off constantly cuz they were tryna seem cool. they clearly liked eachothers company a lot. 

and khan’s young personality was this cocky little bastard who was a lot faster and better at hunting than the other kids thus he thought he was The Shit. (but he loved his friends so fucking much u do not understand) meanwhile young bagheera was cautious, a little cowardly, not nearly as good at stuff as khan was but he tried so hard to be cool and tough and always tryna show in front of khan. and like. bagheera had a baby crush on khan. i believe this and i stand by this. BASICALLY 

so i took that relationship from jungle cubs and copy and pasted it into my huge ass talespin-verse headcanon where bagheera and khan were also close friends as kids. however shere khan matured past his cocky attitude in his teen years and became more of a reserved stoic type and began to consider friends something of a distraction, considering he was tryna make it in the cut throat business world and thought he had to leave all emotional connections behind. 

both of them leave their hometown to pursue their dreams, bagheera hoping to become a pilot and khan to become a business man. bagheera tries to stay in touch with khan, through writing letters. khan reads every letter but never writes back. eventually bagheera gives up writing and moves on with his life. 

if you compare bagheera as both a child and adult there is a huge difference in personality. so i like to see him as somebody grew emotionally and gained a lot more confidence in himself. he became a polite and pleasant but also hot tempered, blustering, snarky and stubborn man. 

shere khan meanwhile has iced over entirely. like watch an episode of talespin with him in it. all business, no emotion but still an amicable guy if you dont get in the way of him and his money. ALSO you ever notice that this man canonically has an entire pilot team made up of panthers. the bitch sees a panther and hires them on the spot. he misses bagheera, thats the reason i dont take constructive criticism thank you. 

so yeah after spending years traveling abroad, bagheera shows up in cape suzette looking to find a job. and who does he see but his old childhood buddy’s face all over the newspapers as APPARENTLY hes a well known business man now. and bagheera, who is not the same timid kid he used to be, knows damn well that he could march up to this bastards office, demand a job and not take no for an answer. also he wants to see him cuz he misses him. but hes also a bastard and if he doesnt give him a job bagheera WILL be throwing hands.

so he does that and shere khan straight up....does not know how to deal with this. its enough of a shock that hes suddenly seeing bagheera again after like 20 years but now hes standing up to him, DEMANDING something of him, which he never used to do and khan is at a loss. he gives him the job anyway. 

and from then on its bagheera being determined to reconnect with his old friend and khan being a tough egg to crack.

i dont know what exactly happens from there but at some point they become husbands. thank you for your time i love never shutting the fuck up 

[hello-yue-here]

fun lil yue headcanons because i am bored

in canon headcanons:

-she despises seal jerky. sokka (and katara too a little bit) are shocked and appauled.

-she was a little bit sad growing up that she wasn’t a water bender. everyone thought that she’d be able to do it because she had the moon spirit inside of her, and she felt like she was letting everyone down when she couldn’t

-whenever palace life and princess duties got to stressful, or she felt too pressured by her father and the other elders for forcing her to marry hahn, she would sneak into the oasis and meditate by the fish pond, because sometimes she didnt have anyone else to turn to

-katara was her first girl friend her age

-moon spirit yue had a lot of fun during meteor showers. if one meteor happened to land conveniently close to where sokka and the gaang were then it was purely coincidental. no moon spirit meddling here. nope. none. definitely didnt send it to him as a gift.

-if yue lived in canon, she and toph would be best mf friends. dont deny it. two girls who were sheltered by their parents their whole life and ran away to travel with the avatar? imagine the bonding.

-yue has a similar relationship with seal turtles that zuko has with turtle ducks

modern au headcannons:

-anime lover. but she has a soft spot for the fun lighthearted animes. haikyuu and ouran host club are her favorite comfort shows. (yes her favorite characters ARE sugawara and haruhi)

-fav disney princess is rapunzel. pretty girl with pretty hair with connection to a celestial body? who else would she obsess over?

-not a stoner or a drinker but if someone offers her a hit or a drink at a party she wont say no. responsibke but still fun.

-i think shes make her own clothes from scratch. the perfect bday gift for her is a gofr card to joann fabrics so she can buy stuff to make pretty clothes for herself and her friends

-psychology major. i get major psych major vibes from her.

-when she finally left home she went off the grid while travelling and no one knew where she was for six months or when she was gonna come back. when she finally returned home the gaang threw her a party because they were so relieved that nothing happened to her and yes they did lecture her and tell her that if she was gonna travel the world for a few months to bring a damn phone next time. or write letters at least.

-naturally has brown hair so dark its almost black, but dyes it crazy colors. she prefers to keep it white but every now and then dont be surprised if she pulls up with pink hair.

headcanons that could work for both:

-much like katara she is a horrendous singer but a fantastic dancer. very graceful. shes half moon of course shes graceful.

-her favorite color is lavendar

-little bit of a history nerd

-hahn used to be a childhood best friend if hers but as they got older he turned out to be more and more of a sexist ass so she stopped being his friend

-she can match sokka with sarcasm but only gets snarky with him when no one else is around and he absolutelt hates it because no one ever believes him when he says yue is just as bad as him. she thinks its hilarious. sarcastic queen over here.

-she has a really ugly laugh that only comes out if she finds something truly hilarious. shes very good at holding it in because she hates how it sounds. (its actually adorable but yue still doesnt like it. its literally her normal laugh but with some snorts thrown in)

-tall. yue is tall. so tall. tall woman. she has height. tallest girl in the gaang second only to mai who is only like half an inch taller. talllllll ladyyyyyy.

-stan yue for clear skin

[binniesthighs]

miss ro!!! ur jeongin fic was so cute that letter with all the misspellings made me cackle low-key - really can imagine 바보 빵 (fool bread(?) not sure how they render that nickname in english for him) writing it 😭 him and mc were so cute no lie

so like i swear dpr ian used to have a soundcloud that i would listen to but for some reason i can’t track down the stuff anymore ?? but equally maybe i’m getting confused bc i listen to a lot of k-artists on soundcloud (i remember the day i discovered got7 jb’s music on there and completely lost my shit lmao but that’s a diff story) i’m honestly such a sucker for soundcloud artists why am i like this 💀💀 but he literally dropped off the grid apart from his insta after his idol group disbanded and his spotify is basically empty apart from zombie pop (which is p cute it’s in the dpr archives album) and his new album. i honestly love all the tracks on it bc have been listening to the singles since they dropped but nerves and scaredy cat are my faves i think of the new ones?? i low-key suck at song recs lmao bc usually I just queue the entire album start to finish / listen to ppl’s curated spotify playlists for like kr&b/indie&chill etc while i’m doing work so i usually hear stuff i like but don’t know the titles ?? last year i was heavy obsessed with dpr live’s album tho “is anybody out there” and also ph-1’s 2019 album “halo” is still one of my faves. i can try and dig through and find specific songs i saved tho if u want!

also i’m watching the making of the album documentary now and it’s honestly spectacular (and only 13mins it needs to be longer 😭😭😭) - he goes into the back story of each song and talks about his life too and there’s clips of him filming the MVs and laying down the tracks. it’s low-key getting me v emotional especially when he was talking about dope lovers and how he had some p bad relationships bc he tends to push ppl away when he’s going thru stuff and he was recording the lyric “it was all for a kiss” and then he said “was it for a kiss or was it from a kiss because honestly, i think a lot of shit happens after the kiss” and ooft that hurttttt

british insults are honestly the best - i love them bc they’re like super snarky/get to the point but they’re not actually like properly derogatory names? like i rly get uncomfy when ppl properly swear at someone even if I like hate them with a burning passion lmaoooo

omg snow day??? we haven’t had snow for a while now :(( my friend lives in mass tho and she said it was snowing yesterday too i’m jel :(( i thrive in the night too lmao but man my insomnia’s been kicking my ass lately 🥲🥲 i deadass live my life like chan and i rly thought this would stop after uni but i guess it’s just my state of being 😭😭

i love reading ur replies they rly brighten my day 🥺🥺 i get a bit in my head sometimes lmao gotta love that anxiety/depression mix 🤪🤪 and rly worry i’m being annoying/ saying too much / blocking up ur feed for other readers also 🥲🥲 i hope other ppl aren’t getting annoyed by how long my asks are 🥺🥺 mayb one day i’ll reveal myself n we can just msg instead or sth idk 😭😭

n e ways i’m gonna dip now but i hope you have a good day/night/week too, miss ro!! my life is spiralling low-key so might be gone for a bit but in the meantime i hope things go well for u!! and do lemme know what u think of MITO !! (and honestly check out the making doc if u have time!!) -😖

😖 awe heck, my responses make your day? 🥺 that makes me so so happy!! i know how ya feel, I tend to have hot and cold weeks, and my writing is what tends to keep it at bay :) as well as talking to all you cuties! You don’t annoy me at all sweets!! however ya feel like talking is fine with me!! ;) also don’t ya worry about dipping either! life gets crazy and I totally get ya! <3 

more under the cut! 

also thank you so much about my new jeongin fic!! writing his lil letter was my favorite part actually hahahah i was trying to channel my inner awkward teen boy for that one LOLLL to suit his character being super sweet and loveable and a lil shy on the side I knew that he would make some cute lil mistakes hehe 

I’ll def listen to your recs!! I really need to listen to more kr&b tho! I have like two or three playlists that i listen to allll the time and am in dire need of new music haha the other week I discovered Kali Uchis’ new album and that’s been on repeat for me like crazyyyy recently FRICK its so good haha so that is my recommendation hehe 

That sounds like a really interesting documentary tho!! I actually really like music documentaries! hahah I watch them with my dad sometimes about classic rock artists etc. it super cool to me to hear about everything that goes into an album as well as the creative process behind it too! like when skz do their little interviews and stuff before an album releases I lovvve that haha for the same reason I love hearing about why authors write what they did too! gahhh i’m ramblin but the creative process is so cool to me! I’d love to check it out! 

whats funny abt swearing is that (oddly) even at nearly 21 years of age I am still not allowed to swear around my parents hahaha but when I’m not around them??? i will say anything and everything lolll but never at people like ya said haha i remeber a while ago I heard “bucket of fucks” and I thought that was pretty funny haha, also yay for snow days!! its funny bc I’m currently not in the state where I go to school so the weather was just fine here but there was like two feet of snow on the actual campus haha i heard that the students got together to have a snowball fight on our soccer fields (i just hope they were safe ooP) 

[dazaily]

karasuno first years using pick-up lines on their s/o

soo.. i’ve been wanting to write a karasuno head canon for ages, and i gonna write a hc which turned into a short fic that i’ll probably never finish... so this is the replacement. enjoy!!

description: so the the karasuno boiz were playing truth and dare in their changing room. and tanaka and nishinoya had dared your bf to use a pick-up line on you. 

warnings: implied nsfw. gender neutral reader. fluffy but sprinkled with swears. i was stressed writing this. long af. not proofread. 

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hinata shoyo

i’m sorry but, did u rlly expect our lil cinnamoroll to know what’s a pick up line?

he babie 🥺❤️

n e ways, it was finally his turn on their little game of truth and dare and nishinoya had dared him to use a pick up line on you.

“a pickup line??? what’s that? will it improve my volleyball skills??”

like i said a bABIE!!

nishinoya and tanaka needs to stop tainting my bbys mind.

“udk whats a pickup line??? how did u even end up with y/n.”

nishinoya is in shock.

and then the plan commenced.

their lil game of truth and dare ended up as a lil plan on getting u hinata to use a pick up line on you.

that night, u were walking home w hinata after club activities ended.

with noya, tanaka and kageyama trailing you, but we pretend they don’t exist.

“soo,, y/n”

“sup? y u acting all weird for? ur usually rambling abt volleyball by now.. u okay?”

“hoW DO THEY KNOW?? WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?? THEY TOLD ME TO SOUND NATURAL BUT THEY ALR KNOWS!! uGh my senpais are watching me, i gotta do them proUD!”

hinatas mind ran at 1,000km/h, it was insane. especially for someone who doesn’t usually use their brain.

“um, uM, Y/N! CAN U HELP ME HOLD SOMETHING?!?”

confusion.

that was the only thing u felt at the moment.

i mean u were alr infront of ur house, what’s the point of holding smt when u were leaving??

“whut”

conveniently, during ur moment of confusion, the only word u could form was “what”.

“m-m-mm-mY HAND!!”

hinata screeched at ur face

...

silence. whilst noya and tanaka facepalms in the bg

it took a moment, but ur brain finally computes what ur bf just said

“pFFFFFTT,”

ur first instinct was to release the phatest snort/wheeze. shane dawson is jealous. 

“y/nnnnnn~~ stop laughinggggggg”

hinata was now suffering from crippling embarrassment, as u wouldn't stop laughing no matter how much he pleaded.

omg imagine him all blushy and shiz akdkkoaw-- ok lets not get off topic

“ok,, okay, first of all, u could've just held my hand without asking? we’re dating? you don't need my permission to do smth we do everyday?? and, more importantly, who taught u that line u just used???”

u said half wheezing, half talking, struggling to convey wtv ur trying to say to ur bf.

lucky for u, he was strangely able to understand what u were saying, and he replies with a lengthy explanation of the entire situation. 

“ooo, so that's why noya, tanaka and kageyama have been following us,,”

“hOWD U KNOW??? NOYA-SAN OUR HIDING SPOT HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!!!”

as u left to go in ur house, he stops u by holding ur hand and gives u a peck on ur forehead. 

as he separates from u, he had the biggest smile plastered on his face, brightening the entire neighbourhood.

“goodnight y/n! i love you!”

kageyama tobio

erm, lbr this man would have 0 ideas in the field of flirting.

knowing this, our lovely 2nd year duo, decide its time for them to step in and help their junior in his dating life

despite it flowing extremely smoothly w/out their intervention

n e ways, so they forced the 1st years to play truth and dare w them.

when it finally came to tobio’s turn, the unfortunate child unknowingly picks dare which causes nishinoya to spring up.

“i have the perfect dare for you.”

commencing plan...

so nishinoya dares kageyama to say a pickup line to you, but since kageyamas a big baby in disguise, he dk any pickup lines.

bet he didn't even know any pickup lines, but that's not the point. 

so, being the mastermind he is, nishinoya told kageyama a perverted pickup line.

being the clueless innocent baby he is, kageyama decides to recite the pickup line he received from noya to u outside ur class.

“hey y/n,”

“hmm?”

“do you like dragons?”

“eh? why the sudden question? i guess so?”

“cuz i can see me dragon my balls on ur face.”

processing...

.

what the fuck.

it was like god hit the pause button on earth, like literally everyone just paused for a literal second, turning their head towards kageyama, trying to figure out who tf was the brave soul who said that. 

while still in shock, kageyama just stood there confused, as he was suddenly placed in the centre of attention for no reason. o there's a reason honey, a very good one.

“why's everyone looking at me,”

with that one sentence, the world went back to normal as if someone had hit the play button all of the sudden, leaving u to deal with the weirdly awkward situation u found urself in. 

“ummm... tobio.. do u have any idea what u just said.”

“uhh yeah, a pickup line.” 

at that moment, when he said that, it hit u.

“what did they do.”

“huh, what are u talking about??”

*insert confused kags*

“nishinoya and tanaka told u to do something right?”

“r u a psychic???”

despite being amazed at ur ‘psychic powers’, he immediately explains the situation, causing u to face palm so much ur face may be concave.

there are times where u appreciate ur dumbass bf being a ignorant qt, but times like this makes u wish he was a tad bit smarter.. 

debating ur options, u decided to explain the meaning of the pickup line he just used on u in public.

once hearing and understanding the meaning of the pickup line he used on u, his face lit up like a matchstick, shining bright red, stuttering madly, struggling to get even a word out.

“oh, um, well, im sorry for saying smtg so indecent to u in public, um ill make it up to u somehow,”

understanding him was a struggle due to the severe stuttering he was suffering from, but u managed somehow.

“nahhh, its cool, i should go lecture nishinoya for corrupting my precious baby though~~”

“b-b-b-bABY!?!?”

“hehe, yes ur my baby <3″

tsukishima kei

ugh this salty ass mfcker

honestly can't imagine him being forced into using a pickup line on his s/o

cuz, despite hw much we try to deny it, he is one smart mfcker,,,

but i think he would be curious how his s/o will react, so he would do it on his own will anyways.

umm, so this is how the situation went down.

it was another boring day, and the 2nd year duo was having none of that and decided too ensue a game of truth and dare with the 1st years.

this was how the c h a o s started.

he was trying to leave the game discreetly before he had to sell his soul to the devil. 

unfortunately for him, lady luck was not on his side, as he was chosen to do the next dare. 

“but wait a fucking minute, when the fuck did this become a game of dare or dare, when tf did freedom of choice decide to fuck off like that?”

plot convenience

so he was forced into a dare. 

the moment of dread came when tanaka stood up shouting he had a brilliant idea. and it all went downhill from there.

so tanaka dared tsukki to use a pickup line on his s/o. and his first reaction was no. 

“o come on, u never do anything romantic, i bet u haven't even held hands, sometimes i wonder how y/n’s still with u.”

“says the person who has never dated.”

tanaka shut ups. 

so somehow, he managed to get himself out of the situation. 

later that night, he couldn't stop thinking about pickup lines. he almost spent the whole night thinking about ur reaction. cuz volleyball is just a club, am i right..

he decided to use a pickup line on u tmrw, just to see ur reaction, not like he wants to use one, lmao that's lame, haha. a fucking tsundere.

the next day, during lunch, he left yams with the 1st year duo to go find u.

when he saw u, he immediately calls u. 

“hey, where's yams, u didn't tell me u wanted to eat with me today,”

“nah, i just had something to tell u.”

at this moment, tsukishimas heart was beating faster than ushijimas spikes.

“you know if u think about it we never stop tasting our tongues.”

“hmm, now that u said it ye--”

“how bout i taste urs for a change.”

since it was so unexpected, u had no idea how to react. 

as u returned to reality, u notice a slight pink on his cheeks.

u were gonna come back with a snarky comment, since it was rare he was so vulnerable(?) 

but ur plans were ruined when he glanced at u making eye contact, to check ur reaction. 

ur face bursts into the brightest red, hes ever seen. 

seeing ur extremely delayed reaction, he lets out a laugh, but immediately recollects himself. 

“it was a dare from tanaka.”

you were still bright red, but u felt the blush on ur face reducing after hearing the reasoning behind the line. 

“oh, haha, i was wondering what's up”

u said slightly dejectedly. 

he felt like he was just punched in the gut by guilt. 

“i was also curious about ur reaction, and i am satisfied to say the least.”

he leans down to ur height to whisper in ur ear, before initiating the kiss. 

ur blush returns almost immediately as u returned the kiss.

since yall were in school, he separed from the kiss after a few seconds. this is a place for knowledge, y'all nasties.

“welp, bye loser,”

after the kiss, he immediately return to yamaguchi, leaving u alone with ur thoughts. trying to escape from embarrassment.

he may be equal to the condiment on ur kitchen cupboard, but he still tries to make u happy, so appreaciate him and his efforts <3

yamaguchi tadashi

a babie uwuwuwu

pickup line what's that? hehe omf he's so cute

so how this about to go down. 

so truth and dare bla bla bla... ive written this exact thing 3 times please excuse my behaviour.

since he was bored, yamaguchi forced tsukki to join in on the fun together, a decision he would regret. 

soon it became yamaguchi’s turn, and everyone turned quiet due to the lack of dares they had or yamaguchi.

that was until the one and only nishinoya stood up. 

“hEY, u have a s/o right, how about u use a cheesy pickup line on her!!” *eyebrow raise*

while processing what nishinoya just said, yamaguchi’s face morphed into one of dread and fear, as he turns his head to tsukishima for help.

“u dragged us into this mess, i aint helping u.”

and there goes his only help, well it was his fault in the first place dragging him and his best friend into this mess. tsukishima u tsundere.

yamaguchi was on the verge of tears, thinking of excuses and ways he could get out of the god forbidden situation he brought upon himself. 

but the only thing he could think of was the worst case scenario, which was u breaking up with him.

looking at his senpais, he slowly faces the fact that there's no escape and accepts his fate. 

if this is the cause of the end of ur relationship together, it just means the gods don't want y'all together.

“idk any pickup lines....” 

this was his last attempt of escaping as he bids ur relationship farewell, already aware it was not gonna work. 

“thiS IS WHERE I COME IN, don't worry yamaguchi i am the encyclopaedia of pickup lines.”

ofc his senpais would know the cheesiest lines on the surface of this earth. despite insisting the earth is flat.

and so the dreadful event began. 

after school ended, otw to his club, he met up with u. with his senpais trailing behind stalking y'all, to see ur reaction.

“ugh out of all the pickup lines, they had to make me use the most overused one... im gonna cry,,, y/n i hope u don't leave me after this.”

well here goes nothing...

“hey y/n,,” extreme stutters that im too lazy to type out.

“hmm?”

“k-k-kiss me if im wrong,,, b-but dinosaurs still exist right?”

before he could even cringe at himself, u gave him a peck on his lips while smirking afterwards. 

yamaguchi proceeds to poof into redness after processing what had just happen, as u laugh maniacally in the background.

“u could've just asked for one, and tsukishima already told me everything so u don't need to explain,"

yamaguchi did not have the brain power to comprehend the situation at hand, as he was still affected from the kiss from earlier.

“i can't believe u think i would breakup with u because of something so trivial.. im kinda upset..”

finally coming back to reality, yamaguchi finally realises the situation he's in. 

“o-oh, i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't believe in our relationship, its just that w--”

he gets cut off by u kissing him again.

when u separate, u began to laugh again. 

“hAHAHHA, ikik, i was just joking around, don't worry ill love u no matter what, now off u go to ur club ill see u tmrw.”

not knowing what to do or how to react, yamaguchi felt the need to do smtg before u left. 

“i love u, ill call u later tonight!”

[rae-gar-targaryen]

only as alone as i wanna be | [bh]

A/N: Well instead of working on my Peter Parker writing challenge fic, Billy Hargrove won’t leave my brain alone. So here we go. 

I’ve retconned the Billy & Max relationship a bit for this, so it’s a lil au. Sorry!

Please let me know if you think I should continue!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader (I’m still trying to get the hang of writing for the “reader.” Hopefully this is vague enough that you can imagine yourself. If not, send me feedback so I can get better!) 

Warnings: Language. Passing, vague mentions of sex. Some Billy Hargrove chain-smoking. Bad writing with a jumpy plot. Seriously, I think I’m way too abrupt. Please send feedback. This one is probably doomed for a re-write. 

Word Count: 2.4k of nonsensical, self-important musical references and haphazard, fleeting feelings.

Summary: The snarky record store girl does not like Billy Hargrove. Not at all. 

**NOT MY GIF!** 

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Winter, 1984

The bell dinged above the door, a jarring interval between the wistful tones of Siouxsie and the Banshees’ Take Me Back. Prompting you to look up from your stack of records in mild annoyance. It had been such a productive day until now, and the vinyl wasn’t going to restock itself. 

Well. 

Had you known Mr. Born-In-The-USA-Bruce-Springsteen himself was going to walk in, you would’ve played something far less his taste than Siouxsie. Just to annoy him. Serves him right, right? 

He paused in the doorway of the shop, wrinkling his nose almost imperceptibly as the sound hit his ears, before striding on toward the “Pop/Rock” section of the store, thumbing his way through Motley Crue’s latest.

Figures, you thought. A man who douses himself with as much commercial-ass hairspray and cologne would like some commercial-ass garbage “metal.” Besides, you’d walked past the blue Camaro enough times in the school parking lot to hear the dulcet tones of whatever bland-ass hair metal he was currently into trying its best to blast the doors off of his beloved metal steed. 

You felt a twinge of guilt. You shouldn’t judge the customers for their musical taste so quickly– but between the old church ladies who came in for Handel’s Messiah or whatever they had heard over public radio that week, and the girls from your class riffing on Madonna, you had had just about enough. 

Hadn’t anyone experienced the true depth of Queen? Keep Yourself Alive, man!

You had been working at Hawkins’ local record store during the summers since childhood – Old Mr. Cohen who owned the place used to let you sort tapes into piles for cents on the hour until you were old enough for a real job. Immersed in the music since a young age, you appreciated the breadth and depth the shop had to offer– your favorites developing into pieces heavy on synth. Bonus points if the lyrics made you feel especially existential. You loved that moody shit. 

Now, at 17, you practically ran the place, Mr. Cohen comfortable with leaving you to your devices at the store, so long as the till was counted and inventory was properly stocked. You were grateful for the freedom– squeezing homework into slow nights and chatting about deeper portions of discography with regulars.

Billy Hargrove was not a regular. Neither did he promise a slow night, if the rumors amongst your female classmates were to be believed. Not that you partook in the Hawkins High rumor mill. 

He was a recent, but obtrusive, arrival in your high school’s social scene. Mere months into his appearance in your town and the age-in-kind female population had seemingly lost their brain cells faster than inhaling their usual clouds of hairspray could do it for them. 

Still, you had to admit, he was good-looking. The Springsteen comparison was apt. Billy Hargrove wore jeans like he was doing the denim a favor. His shirts usually two-thirds of the way unbuttoned, even in winter, which was not an unkind sight. His sun-kissed, California boy skin stood a stark contrast to the pallor of the Indiana natives you grew up with. His eyes were crystalline and swam like oceans of trouble and broken promises. 

My god. You were a moody-ass bitch. Waxing poetic about this jock-strap of a human being who you’d heard pummelled Steve Harrington and nearly drowned himself in beer and barely-legal pussy. Come on, babe. Get it together.

He strode up to you at the counter, his boots clunking against the store’s tiled floor. Shout at the Devil was clutched in his fist. 

He dropped the vinyl on the counter, eyes cast down and swiping a cigarette out of the packet in his jacket pocket and lighting up, the clink-thwip of his lighter meeting your ears before you could tell him to put it out. 

“You can’t do that in here,” you told him. 

He hummed in not-acknowledgment-acknowledgment, choosing to ignore you as he inhaled deeply.

“Seriously, dude. Old man Cohen hates that shit. Put it out or go outside and finish it. If your tits don’t freeze off. Since they’re, you know, halfway out of your shirt like that? You do know it’s December. In Indiana. Right?” You pressed, knowing full well you were being obnoxious. If only to make a point. Game recognize game, right? 

He looked up, ocean eyes meeting your own. His frown was instantaneous. 

“Fine,” he huffed. Before promptly stubbing out his cigarette on your freshly wiped counter, dropping the butt to the floor and twisting it under his booted heel.

“Ugh. Come on, man. I have to clean that now.” 

“You were so adamant about it before.” 

“Whatever man. Just the Motley Crue for you today?” You pressed. Why is he prolonging this interaction?

He rolled his eyes, his line of sight catching on the promotional sign above the counter. 

“Well, now, that says new vinyl is two for one. Which one can I get with this?” 

You dropped your head and exhaled deeply– So this was how this evening was going to go. You gestured at the New Release wall to the left of the front counter. 

“Anything from here, Pretty Boy. New vinyl.” 

Cool as you please, if you please.

Billy glanced at you, sensing your annoyance. A smirk graced his lips. He knew if he prolonged this interaction it would surely get a rise out of you.  

He held up Burning From the Inside, Bauhaus’s latest release. New, but not new.

“What about this one? Cover art is alright.” He gestured at the gothica aesthetic adorning the front jacket.

“That’s Bauhaus,” you informed him, as though that would explain everything.

“Bauhaus? What is that?” 

You snorted. 

“No, seriously. What is that? Is that like … a sex thing?” he asked, derisively. 

“It’s not a sex thing. It’s more of a not-your-kind-of-thing thing,” you stated primly. 

“And how would you know what my thing is, princess? I’m guessing by the black-on-black and torn fishnets you’d be all to familiar with whatever a Bauhaus is,” he retorted.

“Well….” You went to the used pile and grabbed Press Eject and Give Me the Tape, before putting it over the speakers. As Bela Lugosi’s Dead started to play throughout the store, Billy looked unamused. 

“They broke up last year. Gone too soon,” you explained, wistfully. You put your hand over your heart as though in mourning. 

He leaned one arm on the counter, Motley Crue seemingly long forgotten. 

“So, what is this song?”

“Bela Lugosi’s Dead? Like, Stairway to Heaven, but for goths, I guess,” you reasoned. “I’m guessing you’re more of a Scorpions kind of guy? We have Love At First Sting,” you gestured vaguely toward the wall. 

Billy quirked an eyebrow at you. 

“And how would you know what kind of guy I am, princess?” His voice lowering as he leans even further over the counter.

“Um. If the female population at our school is to be believed? Well, you get it…” you trailed off. “Plus, I don’t know, have you looked in a mirror lately? Scratch that. You probably don’t stop looking in mirrors. Should I cover the reflective surfaces in the store, lest you get distracted?” 

Billy at least had the decency to look shocked at your barb. 

But not before recovering quickly. 

“Maybe you just cover the reflective surfaces in here to hide the fact that you don’t have a reflection,” he quipped.

You were stunned. Your eyes widened.

“Was that a– vampire joke, Hargrove?”

Billy shrugged. “Well, If the post-punk bullshit shoe fits… I mean, what even is playing over the speakers right now? I’m in here enough to know Cohen lets his employees pick the music from the Used pile during their shifts. Though clearly I don’t come in often enough during your shifts.”

“Thank God for that,” you sighed. 

Deciding he’d had enough of the banter, Billy snagged Black Flag’s latest off of the New Release wall. 

“Two for one, right?” he snarked, slapping down enough cash for one album before grabbing his findings off of the counter and striding out into the wintery evening– the bell over the door clanging after him for good measure. Like an exclamation point on whatever the ever loving fuck that conversation was. Did you— offend him??

You decided, sweeping up the not-forgotten ash from his cigarette off the floor that you didn’t ever need to have an interaction with Billy Hargrove again. You were most decidedly not post-punk bullshit.

–

Billy Hargrove had never been so ruffled in all of his life. 

Throwing the two vinyl sleeves down in the passenger seat of his beloved Camaro, he slammed the door behind him.

Clink-Thwip.

Billy lit up, the chemical rush of his deep inhale-exhale instantly soothing his frazzled nerves. 

He flicked the lid of his lighter a few more times, for good measure. A nervous habit. Clink-Thunk. Clink-Thunk. Clink-Thunk. 

“ ‘Never stop looking in a mirror,’ my ass,” he grumbled, meeting his eyes in the rear-view before realizing what he was doing and looking away. 

He’d seen that girl before. She sat alone in the cafeteria most times, headphones on, reading a book. She seemed like the type to enjoy Slyvia Plath. Not that he knew enough about Slyvia Plath to really know what that type of girl was. He swore his mom owned a coverworn copy of some novel or another with that name on it. 

He drove away, tires squealing behind him, hair metal blasting from his speakers. Okay, so maybe you’d been right about his musical taste. It’s not like he’d give you the satisfaction. Besides, he’d bought BLACK FLAG, for Christ’s sake. You didn’t know him. 

But still, he couldn’t deny, there was something about your demeanor. Your witticism. Your bad type. And yeah, maybe he’d sneaked a peek at your ass when you came around from the counter to scold him for smoking. Sue him, he was only human. 

He knew there was more to you. A sweet undertone– like peaches and cream. Also maybe he liked ruffling your proverbial feathers. Just maybe. 

He had asked Tommy about you at school the next day. 

Tommy shrugged, but not before looking over at the corner of the cafeteria where you sat. 

“I don’t know man. She’s hot. But, like, in the way weird girls are hot. You can look, but touching may cost you.” 

Billy didn’t know what that meant. But Tommy was literally too stupid to insult. So he bit back a comment effectuating that he didn’t care and slammed the rest of his can of Coke. 

–

You had seen him before. From his tire-squealing entry into your town, you were certain you’d had him pegged from Jump Street. The chain-smoking, that infernal clink-twhip of his American Flag lighter. The keg stands. The raucous screaming in Steve Harrington’s face.

“Plant your feet, Harrington!”

Plant your feet indeed. Lest you be bowled over with unwanted, obtrusive thoughts of the potential depths of Billy Hargrove’s soul. If such a thing existed.

Seriously, though. Why would he buy a Black Flag album? If there was one thing Billy Hargrove was not, you decided, it was punk rock. 

You’d seen him take his sister to the arcade, and wait for her after school. Was it brotherly affection that motivated these little Babysitter’s Club moments, or was he forced to? Still, you saw the way that girl on the skateboard looked up at her seemingly cool older brother. Like he hung the stars. 

He did brush off Tina after the basketball game last week. And, he bought Black Flag. That man had never listened to Black Flag in all of his life. You were sure of it.

Could he really be all bad? 

–

The semester pressed on. Billy Hargrove at the fringe of your thoughts and your eye-line. Was he trying to talk to you in school?

You had the closing shift at the store again on Saturday. You were in the midst of carrying a box of tapes up the stairs from the storage room when you heard the ding of the bell above the door. You sighed, put the box down, and made your way toward the front to greet the customer. Upon seeing the back of Billy Hargrove’s perfectly coiffed, curly head, you were ready to turn back around and act like you hadn’t seen him. Too late. He clearly knew you were working. 

“Please don’t let it be you,” you groaned. 

“No promises, dollface.” 

You stood in front of him, hands on your hips. 

“So? What can I do for you?”

Billy smirked. “I can think of a few things, sweetheart,” he drawled, quirking a perfectly arched brow just so. You hated that you now noticed these things about Billy Hargrove’s perfectly stupid and stupidly perfect face. 

“I don’t have time for this, Pretty Boy.” 

“When are you off?” He asked.

“After close,” you said. 

“Go out with me.” Billy Hargrove said, now surely unsure of himself.

“And why in the ever-loving-fuck would I do that?” You had to hand it to yourself. You were doing a damn good job of looking like you didn’t care. Meanwhile, your insides were pudding and you were just sure he knew it, too.

“Because you want to. Because I want you to. Because– Because I want to. Because I listened to Black Flag. Because I get your whole thing, plaid skirt and all,” he stated, gesturing vaguely over your person. 

You rolled your eyes, choosing not to answer him. Instead, you diverted. Diversion is good, right?

“Where’s your usual crowd of hairsprayed hangers-on? Or are you always alone after school?”

“Only as alone as I wanna be, doll,” He drawled. 

You’d had to hand it to Billy Hargrove. He could definitely turn a phrase when he wanted to. His crystalline eyes could definitely see right through you. As the flush travelled through your body, taking in his artful smirk and powerful visage, you knew:

Billy Hargrove was going to be the death of you. Like the satisfyingly sweet pour of languid waves of syrup cascading over waffles, drowning you in a beautiful, thick avalanche of a saccharine dream. A powdered sugar kiss dusting over your better senses, coating them in the flush of dripping endearment. 

Surely you could be alone together? The crystal ball and the odyssey. 

Would you go?

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Coffees and Chill  [ Kim Namjoon ] 2/?

BTS KIM NAMJOON | 1.5K Words

Summary: College AU! BTS    |  Genre: Fluff with lil cursing? How far will you go to get that book you need for a final paper?

A.N : New chapter!! Let me know what you think! Not really proof-read to there may be some mistakes  

PART 1

Once she realized it was pointless to try getting inside the class without being the receiving end of the professor’s wrath, [Y/N] let Taehyung dragged her to the grocery store to get the free mugs, much to her amusement.

 “You look familiar, you know. I thought we went to the same high school or something.” Taehyung cheerfully commented as he picked up a black mug. He had been rambling about his life, telling her stories about his friends and his tendency to skip classes when he turned to her with an unreadable expression. She tore her gaze away from the selection of mugs and watched his face bloomed into a boyish smile. “I’ve been trying to remember where I’ve seen you from but I’m really bad with faces.”

 “You’d get straight A’s if you were this determined with your class, Taehyung.” [Y/N] joked, recalling their conversation earlier.

 “I told you I have a very important thing to do.” He pouted. She was about to come out with a retort when her phone interrupted her. She watched the screen light up with Yoongi’s name and rolled her eyes once she saw the series of notifications left by him.

 “What is it?”

 “Where are you?” Yoongi didn’t bother to answer question, sounding suspiciously happy.

“I’m gonna get some snacks first.” She mouthed to Taehyung as she walked away, phone still in her ear. “Grocery store. What do you want, Min Yoongi?”

 “You can’t even cook.” Yoongi let out a snort.

 “I’m buying snacks so I can get a free mug.” [Y/N] replied quickly, cheeks flushing as Yoongi reminded her of the time she almost burned his apartment for trying to cook.

 “I won a bet and now I’m going to treat you to pizza and milkshake. I’ll meet you in 10?”

 “30. I have to see Chaerin to get some papers from her.” [Y/N] walked back to Taehyung, who looked really happy to be getting a free mug.

 “No need. I saw her and she dumped a stack of papers on me and told me to give it to you.” She could imagine him rolling his eyes. “She’s always in a bad mood.” He continued, earning a little laugh from [Y/N].

 “She’s your sister and she loves you.” [Y/N] teased as she followed Taehyung to the register. “Talk to you soon. I gotta pay for the snacks.”

 “Boyfriend?” Taehyung casually asked once they paid for their stuff.

 [Y/N] made a gagging noise and turned to her new friend with a face of shock. “Please don’t say that. He’s like a brother to me.”

 .

 Monday late afternoon found her in the university library with her hands clasped together in front of the librarian, a woman with a piercing look and blood-red lips who wore black clothes as her uniform, much to the other librarian’s distastes. The sun still shone brightly at this hour and she could hear faint laughters coming from the garden in front of the building, a contrast to her current emotions.

 “Who would borrow the damn book?!” She groaned, slamming her forehead on the stacks of books she was borrowing. “You said you were going to keep it for me, unnie.”

 “Sorry, sweetie. The old lady didn’t give two shits about it and lent it to someone else.” The woman patted her head. “Tell you what, I’ll text you the moment they returned it.”

 “Can’t you give me the information? I’ll ask them to let me borrow the book myself.”

 “This is why I told you to finish the assignment last week, [Y/N].” Chaerin quipped from behind her, fingers busy typing messages to her brother, rolling her eyes every time he replied with snarky remarks. “Those are confidentials, [Y/N]. Just ask Yoongi to find the e-book for it.”

 Her ears perked up at the mention of her friend who minored in IT and a small smile curled up her lips at her ingenious plan.

 “Yeah, I will.”

 .

 There were millions of things in this world Yoongi knew didn’t make any sense, and his friends using bets to get him to bring [Y/N] was one of them. Jin and Hoseok couldn’t stop shaking in excitement as they entered the empty diner, opting to sit at the bigger table in the corner. Jungkook and Jimin kept asking him about [Y/N] and Taehyung was too engrossed in his phone, trying to find informations on [Y/N].

 “Is that [Y/N]?” Hoseok’s eyes were glued to the front door of the diner, watching the new customer like a hawk.

 Yoongi whipped his head and turned around to check, smiling a little at the sight of her friend, nervously walking over to their table.

 “You better behave.”

 “She’ll love us!” Jin confidently said and stood up to greet her. “Hello! I’m Jin. You must be [Y/N].”

 “Let me get the books for you!” Jimin quickly added, taking her books from her and putting it on the empty chair next to him. She startled at the sudden approach and glanced at Yoongi in confusion.

 “Uh–”

 “Do you want milkshakes? Soda? Food?”

 [Y/N]’s eyes darted between all of them, sending them nervous smile before it stopped on Taehyung, who was staring at her with boxy grin and twinkling eyes.

 “We meet again!”

 “You know her?” Yoongi frowned in confusion.

 “Yeah, the girl who destroys stuff. The one I told you about.” Taehyung cheerfully explained. Yoongi snorted as he pulled her down to sit next to him, offering her his glass of water.

 “This is Taehyung, Jin hyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook. Namjoon had to go finish an essay that is due tomorrow so he couldn’t come with us.” Yoongi explained, pointing his finger at each boy.

 “Hi.” [Y/N] smiled. “Yoongi told me a lot about you guys.” Her muscle slowly relaxed as they started to ask her questions and throwing out weird jokes that made Yoongi rolled his eyes.

 .

 Yoongi glanced at [Y/N] every few bites, eyebrows frown in confusion as he took note of her fidgeting and lip biting. He would have asked her what was wrong but there were other people around and he knew she would end up shutting up completely, so he opted to stay silent, patiently waiting for her to speak up first. And true to his prediction, [Y/N] slowly turned to him and gave him a little nudge as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

 “Can you help me track something?”

 He choked on his burger, eyes wide with surprise.

“What the hell, [Y/N]?” he hissed at her, coming up with lame excuses when his friends asked him if he was okay.

 “I need to know how the library computer works.” she quietly explained. “I just want to find out if my book is available or not… you know.”

 “What kind of lame-ass excuse is that?”

 “The kind that means, please help me check the library system and don’t ask any question.” She retorted. She tugged on his sweater sleeve and made a pouty face, the one he loathed so much and he knew she knows how much he hated it. “Please?” And there it was, the little pleading voice and beady eyes that she knew he couldn’t resist, something she found out back in first grade and still used to her advantage until now. Yoongi gave her a long, hard stare before he let out a sigh.

 “I’ll do what I can.” He finally relented. He turned back on his drink and gave her a little glare when she happily patted his back. “You owe me 100 favors for this.”

 .

 There were moments that made her feel like she was on cloud nine, like that one time in middle school where she got Chaerin and Yoongi to get along and not kill each other for a few hours because it was her birthday, or the time Yoongi showed up with Chaerin in tow, ready to beat up the guy that used her and broke her heart. This, this very moment, was definitely on her top 20 at the very least. The name and information on her laptop screen made her feel a lot better and more optimistic already. Yoongi, as curious as he was when he tried to teach her how to log into the system, had decided to ditch her even before she could put on the book code and went back home last night because, she quoted, ‘I don’t want to know what illegal shit you’re doing.’

 Which brought her to this very moment, standing in front of the all-too-familiar house, with a huge smile on her face as the stranger opened the door.

 “Kim Namjoon?” She asked.

 The guy, who was a lot taller than her, nodded. He ran his fingers through his hair, desperately trying to tame his messy hair.

 “Good. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You have my book.”