#pretty boy noises refer to my stomach growling just saying

[pampulonad]

had a moment where brain was being mean and didn’t want me to eat and immediately my partner grabbed my stomach and went

“dont you want more squish for me to have?”

“there will be more to kiss”

“besides you can make all those pretty boy noises”

and i think i died and went to heaven wtf im fucking YELLING

[titsuya]

# RANDOM SMUT HEADCANONS

this NSFW headcanon includes short drabbles of my fave Hq boys

STARRING ➫ AKAASHI KEIJI, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SUNA RINTARŌ all w/ f!reader

warning: cock warming, praise, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cunnilingus, face fucking, mild degradation, creampie, mild daddy kink, squirting, mild dumbification, shitty writing! MINORS DNI 18+

wc: tbh idk sorry

a/n: this used to have hentai pics as reference… but i literally nearly lost my acct so im sorry 😿

SEND REQUESTS or THIRSTS or TALK TO ME — im out of ideas 😣 likes n reblogs appreciated as always !!! <3

part two

➫ AKKASHI KEIJI

“keiji… please fuck me,” you pout, on your knees as you sit next to him typing away at his computer. probably working on some manga panel for work— you could care less.

“doll, i’m busy, it’s gonna have to wait.” he says with a gruff voice, evidently exhausted.

you whine, pawing at his thigh, “please, keiji, ‘s not gonna happen again, please just this once.”

akaashi knew that was a lie, but he’ll entertain the idea just this once since he knew it’d help him blow off some steam.

“alright, angel, how about this,” he scoots away from his computer and looks at you, a small smile on his face. “you come sit on my cock till i finish working and then i’ll play with your pretty pussy when i’m done?”

you smile, brightly, nodding your head vigorously at the idea. “yes! thank you, keiji, thank you!”

you quickly stand to your feet and straddle his waist, lining his pretty cock up to slip into your dripping cunt.

you both let out a quiet moan as you sink all the way down, bottoming out.

“you’re tight, baby,” he grunts, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, looking up at you.

you sigh, content with the full feeling and hum out an, “mhm,”

“let me finish this up, real quick and i’ll help you out, alright?”

“okay, keiji.”

“good girl.”

➫ BOKUTO KOUTAROU

“kou! feels good!” you moan out as he laps his tongue at your clit, two finger scissoring inside of you.

he’s eating you out like his life depends on it, lewd noises of him slurping and smacking. it turns the two of you on more though.

“mmph! you taste so good,” he moans into your drenched cunt. the vibrations of his words and moans make your body shake.

you take one of your hands to fist at his hair and her groans loudly at the stimulation.

bokuto is rutting into the bed at the taste of you, cock nearly rubbed raw at the friction he receives from basically fucking the bed.

you throw your head back when his fingers hit that spongy spot inside of you.

you throw your head back, eyes following as you cry out his name, “kou! right there! don’t stop!”

“l-look at me, baby,” he growls, curling his fingers in you. “look at me while you cum all over my face.”

you arch your back and try to keep your eyes on him as you feel the tight knot in your stomach snap.

“fuck!” you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut.

he licks you clean and growls loudly, “next time i’ll fucking tape your eyes open.”

➫ MIYA ATSUMU

“didn’t know you could take cock this good, baby! should’ve told me a long time ago,” he praises, voice lilting as he throws his head back.

you gag as you feel his length hit the back of your throat, letting out a muffled moan.

“fuck, just like that, mhm,” he hums, holding the back of your head down to take more of him. “such a tight little throat, yer so good baby,”

tears stream down your face as your trying to not to choke, but his dick is just so big— there’s no way you can’t.

when atsumu feels your tears hit his the thigh, he pulls you off with a fistful of your hair. he smiles at you as your panting for air.

“aww,” he coos. “pretty little whore couldn’t breathe when her mouth’s stuffed with cock?” he giggles. “you can take it, baby, go on.”

he forces you back down and you whine loudly around him, he even lets one out at the sound of you.

“‘m gonna cum in yer slutty mouth then ‘m gonna fuck ya nd cum inside of ya, you got that?” he grunts, fucking your face at this point.

“mhm!”

“good.”

➫ IWAIZUMI HAJIME (he’s an ass man, guys)

“haji!” you yelp as soon as he slams you down his cock.

he grunts loudly, his grip on your waist near bruising, “not my fuckin’ name, princess, try again.”

“sorry daddy!” you all but moan, feeling the way his cock slips in and out of you.

iwaizumi can’t stop. the way you ass bounces in front of him while you’re riding his dick.

he pulls and grabs and squeezes the plush fat of your ass while also leaving spanks, just watching the way it jiggles leaves him a moaning mess.

“ah! daddy!” you yelp again, whining at how the soft skin burns due to his heavy hand.

“mm, baby, your ass is so fucking pretty,” he moans, “gonna make me cum so quick, it’s embarrassing.”

you cry, throwing your head back, bouncing faster, hopelessly, trying to get yourself off before he does.

“‘s alright, pretty girl, i’ll just have to keep cumming till you can’t do it anymore.” he grunts. “you just keep bouncing on that cock like a good little girl.”

“i will!”

➫ SUNA RINTARŌ

“go on, look at the camera,” suna smiles, at you, but you’ve just gotten fucked dumb.

suna’s fat cock just pounding into you while he thumbs at your clit, not letting you catch a break.

“rin,” is the only thing you have to left to say. “rin!” the only thing left that your brain still knows.

“that’s me,” he hisses. “aren’t you just so glad i’m catching this all on film? me turning you into a dumb little cocksleeve? letting me use this pretty little cunt?” he whispers, his own words beginning to slur.

he’s pumped 2 load into you already and you can’t even count how many times you’ve cum. even still, he drills into you like he’s just started.

you’re eyes roll to the back of your head for the nth time of the night when the tip of of his cock bump your cervix.

“rinrinrin!” you slur. you’re gonna cum, but you can’t find the words to tell him.

he understands, completely. all those nights hes fucked you absolutely stupid, he knows when you’re gonna cum. he’s learned how your body works.

“go ahead, baby, ‘m right there with you.” he moans. “so pretty, even when you’re being a stupid little whore.”

you cry out weakly, cumming nd gushing all over his toned abdomen and flushed cock. you might just pass out.

“that’s it, there’s my girl, yeah, gonna take my cum, right?” he asks, but doesn’t even wait for a response when he gasps, moaning your name softly.

“r-rin…love.” you mumble.

“i love you, too, pretty girl.”

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[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

AO3 Mirror

Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

[notgalaxii]

Hello! I hope you are well! I wanted to know how the 7 demon brothers would feel first hearing a GN!MC with the most bubbly, adorable laugh (they even snort a bit).

I'm doing pretty okay anon! Thank you! I hope you enjoy 💕

Pride

'Twas a long night for Mr. Lucy; he had a lot of paperwork to take care of; Mammon had run off on another escapade to get rich; Leviathan barely even got to school cause he stayed up all night playing a new game release; Satan had tried to pull yet another prank on him with some obscure spell; Asmodeus was throwing a fit because someone had interrupted his beauty sleep; Beelzebub almost destroyed the kitchen because Mammon at his custard AGAIN; and Belphie was Belphie... On his bratty shit.

It wasn't often he was like this, but due to his frustration he was ever so slightly flustered

Lucifer had been pacing around his room and accidentally bonked his head on a shelf, causing you to laugh your ass off after making sure he was okay i hope

Completely forgetting about his newfound migraine, his full attention is on your laugh

Why are they so cute??

Are humans really capable of emitting such adorable noises?

Why is my face hot?

He didn't say anything out loud about it but he definitely felt better after your godsend of a laugh

Greed

You and Mammon had just finished pulling off some absurd scheme and won quite the Grimm off of it

But Lucifer was walking down the hall

Fuck

When you're asked about where you were, you told him that you had forced Mammon to go help out at Akuzon with you because you were tired of him "borrowing" money.

And Lucifer believed you or he let you think so

The moment he was out of earshot, you let out the cutest little laugh Mammon had ever heard in his thousands of years.

The tsundere shield went right up

angry blushing intensifies

And if you ask why he's blushing, he'll probably say something along the lines of "You think the GREAT Mammon would blush over a dumb human? Pfft. Think again."

"That doesn't answer my question, Mammon."

In the back of his head he's trying to come up with a way to make you think he's the funniest demon in the Devildom so he can have all your laughs.

Envy

Leviathan had invited you over to his room to help him stop dying in this damned dungeon play a new release with him!

As you guys had finished the boss battle, he made a really funny reference to an anime that the two of you watched together once, which causes you to laugh

Poor guy didn't know what to do

Not only was your laugh the most precious thing he's ever heard, but he was the one who caused hit

Earth to Levi???

Oop. He's broken.

Like Mammon, after he hears it he tries a bit too hard to make it happen again.

Wrath

Satan had invited you on yet another excursion, this time he was showing you the different restaurants in the Devildom because he felt like getting dinner

"That right there is Beel's favorite restaurant, there's Beel's favorite restaurant, and here's Beel's favorite restaurant," Satan joked at least you think so as he pointed to the different buildings

"What about that one?" you pointed to what seemed to be a butchers shop

"No, he doesn't like the cooking there. They burn the food a bit," Satan shrugged

"Doesn't like the cooking? I've seen him eat a painting! Is he really that picky about burnt food?" you retorted

"Well, was the painting burnt??" Satan quizzed, a smile creeping onto his lips.

Before having the chance to bite back, a laugh slipped your tongue

Satan didn't blush or get flustered, his smile only grew wider.

Being the blunt boy he is, he definitely told you he liked it

"You have such a nice laugh, it's quite innocent."

Lust

Oh Asmo, sweet boy. Not to be dramatic but I'd die for him.

Pretty much EVERYTHING he does makes you emit a giggle

But the first time, he had been flirting with you, as he does.

Asmo was in your room with you after you had just picked out an outfit, showering you in compliments

"Oh, MC! That looks so perfect on you! Showing just enough skin to be sexy and modest at the same time, the color works so well, oh and those shoes! They pull it all together!!"

This makes you giggle, whether it be out of nervousness and embarrassment or flattery.

Asmo doesn't waste a second to comment on it

"You're so CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!! Ah! I could just eat you up, but I'd rather nibble on you, make you last longer~"

He indeed tried to nibble on your ear after saying this.

Gluttony

Puppy Boy

This fine evening, you were in charge of food and it was just you and Beel home, so of course you made his favorite foods for dinner

He had come into the kitchen to grab a pre-dinner snack, as one does, just to marvel at the mountain of his favorite meals

You immediately heard his stomach growl and saw his mouth begin to water, which is what made you start too laugh

At first he was too confused at why you were laughing to appreciate it, but soon he reacts with a smile like Satan

He thinks that you're the most precious thing in the whole world

In fact, he thinks you're the most precious thing in all three worlds

Will still tell you that he doesn't understand why you're laughing at him

Sloth

You were just hanging out with Belphie in his room and talking, asking hypothetical questions, questioning your place in the universe of course

This man managed to fall asleep in the middle of telling you a story

That's one you haven't seen before

You laughed at this, and it was actually loud enough to wake him up

Initially he was a bit annoyed, but then he slowly came to realize how sweet and adorable it was and the annoyance began to drift away

A small smile paints his lips, a smile of content

"Was it that funny when I fell asleep, MC?"

He doesn't react as drastically as the other boys do, but he absolutely enjoyed every last second of your joy... Every last second he was awake for

[dracosaurusrex]

The Unraveling

Part 2 to Notebook!

Summary: Where house rivalry begins to crumble and attraction begins to bloom

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!reader

A/N: I just want to say thank you so much to all those who’ve shown support for the notebook! I didn’t really expect much from it, but it makes me so happy to know that it was enjoyable :) It seems that there will be another part to this, so I’ll definitely be brainstorming. Hopefully this one is just as good as the first. Once again, feedback is very much appreciated!

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Prior to meeting you, Draco only knew you by face--small glimpses of your face, that is. Your name had been thrown around here and there, but it was never enough to conjure any thought or interest within him. You were merely another student at Hogwarts who so happened to be in Gryffindor. Nothing more, nothing less. It was never in his mind that he’d ever become so intrigued by your presence, making the boy recall the first assignment you’d ever work on together.

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The duration of your transfiguration class was coming to a close, and by now everyone was chattering amongst their friends, allowing the information that had been taught to slip away. McGonagall drew their attention once more for a final announcement.

“Before you leave today, I will be partnering you up for a group assignment: An essay on vanishing charms. Please listen for your names! Once I call you, you may go!”

The professor was going through her list swiftly. You faced Ginny in hopes that you’d be paired up with her, however that was dashed when McGonagall associated her name with Seamus’s. A frown was plastered on your face, ‘Damn. Who could my partner be?’

“Draco Malfoy, you’ll be working with Y/N Y/L/N.” You immediately felt your mood fall even more. With disappointment, you slung your bag over your shoulder, stood up, and took a brief glance at your partner before making your way to the door. You didn’t know what to expect out of this experience. You were aware of the boy through the eyes of your friends, but you never actually engaged with him before. Because of this, your first impression of him leaned towards the more negative side.

You weren’t thinking about anything except getting to your next class until you heard a shout, “Y/L/N! Library! Lunch!” Turning to the boy, you signalled an “ok” and gave a forced smile before walking away again. Draco stared at your figure as it grew further and further away down the hallway.

“Blaise, do you know anything about Y/L/N? She has quite the attitude doesn’t she?” He asked, slightly annoyed with your nonchalant behavior.

“Oh her? Pretty sure she’s friends with Potter and his bunch. Also known for being bloody good in transfiguration and DADA within our year. What’s it to you?” 

Draco shrugged, “Never heard of her before. We’re paired for this essay.”

“Are you bothered that she's not giving you much attention as her other friends?” Blaise retorted while Draco scowled in response.

“I’ve got to be really desperate to want attention from someone like her.” 

He made his way to his own class with Blaise following him shortly. He was confused by how indifferent you were to his presence. If you were really a part of the Gryffindor bunch, then surely you would have the same views as them when it came to him...right? Deciding to assume so, he continued on with his day without giving it too much thought.

You were released from your class a little earlier before lunch started, so you made your way to the library, hoping to get started right away on the research. Once you got there, you were met with an empty hall and the scent of old books--a comforting scent, really. 

You weaved your way through countless shelves until you found yourself in the reference section. With your focus concentrated on your essay topic, you selected books you thought would be useful. Unknowingly, you’ve begun to accumulate a stack of books, so much so that you weren’t aware of the presence of a particular platinum-haired boy. 

Draco cleared his throat, “You really think we’re going to need all that?” The suddenness of the occasion made you jump and stumble backwards as you held your hand over your chest.

“Merlin, Draco! Give me a warning, won’t you?” You closed your eyes. You were so startled at the moment that you didn’t realize how easy it was for you to say his name. You made a mental note to watch yourself more carefully. To your surprise, however, the boy let out a light chuckle (oddly enough, he liked the way it sounded from you). When you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but notice how warm he looked. It was different from his usual demeanor, but you welcomed it, giving a slight smile.

“Well we can’t get any work done if you plan to keep sitting there, Y/L/N” Scratch that. There he was.

“Well maybe if you helped me carry these books instead of standing there, we’d get to a table faster.” You said sarcastically. You handed him two of the texts and stood up with the rest. It didn’t occur to you how close he was until your eyes were met with his due to the small proximity. ‘Silver, how pretty’. The both of you felt a weird heat flush against your cheeks, a slight skip in heartbeat, and a certain difference in the air around you. To abolish the awkwardness you cleared your throat and apologized, starting to look for a table that was available. You settled for one that was near the window. The sunlight that shined through it looked really beautiful from afar.

Without any hesitation, the two of you settled. Draco sat himself in the seat next to yours, while placing the books in the space in front of him. You imitated his actions and went to work right away. Once you opened the covers, you were absorbed into your own world. With a piece of parchment resting beside you, you took your quill and began taking your notes on pieces of information that you felt were important. You were so concentrated that you didn’t notice the gaze that the boy had fixed on you.

Draco had only known you through brief passings in the hallways. He’d known you as a classmate, as a Gryffindor. But today--with the way the sunlight was casted on your hair and facial features--this was the first time he actually noticed you. The sight of your focused expression was enhanced by the way the sun illuminated your cheeks, how it graced your eyelids, even the way it softly landed on your lips. You looked ethereal, beautiful, far beyond than he expected. That moment was only for his eyes. He took a mental picture of it.

He also took notice of the way your hair was falling in front of you. He then mindlessly reached out to you and tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, making your eyes go wide. A blush threatened to spread across your cheeks again. 

It took Draco a second before realizing what he had just done. Keeping in mind his reputation, he straightened up, struggling to string words together.

“Don’t get me wrong Y/L/N. That random strand was itching to be pulled back.” He turned his attention to the book in front of him. 

“Ah...thanks. I guess.” Your hand gripped your quill a little tighter as you tried to process what the heck just happened as well as why you were getting so impacted by his actions. Both of your hearts were pounding now. 

Perhaps it was because of the fact that the way he acted just now didn’t seem like the same person who would mercilessly bully others, let alone your friends. No. Instead, he was warm, and it shocked you. You definitely did not expect this from him. In fact, you wanted to question why he was acting like this, but you knew that deep in your heart you actually liked it yourself. Coming to the conclusion that the question was just a waste of energy, you shoved it in the back of your mind.

A few more minutes of writing had passed, and you took a look at the parchment, proud of the progress you’ve made so far. Out of nowhere, your stomach let out a huge growl, inducing a smirk coming from Draco. 

“It seems that someone’s hungry.”

“Well what do you expect? It’s lunch and I haven’t eaten all day. I was kind of looking forward to the menu today, y’know?” You cradled your stomach, trying to shush it from making any more noise. The way your lips formed into a pout made the boy’s heart flip. He thought to himself, ‘What the hell is going on with me?’

Suddenly remembering the cookie he snagged from breakfast that morning, he took out the small form of sustenance and chucked it to you.

“There. Hope you like chocolate chip.” This topped it for you. You were practically stunned by how sweet this boy was at this very moment.

Without thinking you asked him anyway, “Why are you being so nice to me? I’m not really familiar to this side of you.” 

He glanced at you and plainly stated, “You’re weird that’s why.” 

‘Well gee, thanks.’ You thought. You rolled your eyes and smiled at his kind gestures. It was awkward and clumsy, but it slowly untangled the first impressions you had of the boy. You decided to tease him because of this.

“Draco Malfoy, soft? I’m not used to it, but I think it suits you.” You said smiling at him. It was different from the forced smile you gave earlier. He never would admit it, but at that instance he felt the desire to keep that smile in his life. 

“Don’t get too used to it, Gryffindork.”

“You have my word, Slytherin.” You raised your right hand before unwrapping the cookie and breaking it in half. “Here, you must’ve been waiting to eat it.” You said, offering his piece to him. He took it with a small smile, and you two basked in the moment.

There was a first for everything, and without giving the scene any more thought, the both of you had begun noticing one another from that point on.

part 1

A/N: So, what’d you think?? My goal for this chapter was to portray Draco in a way that was slightly closer to his portrayal in the movie. I personally feel like if he wants to show kindness then he would. Maybe not in the way that is typical, but rather in his own Draco kind of way. IDKKKKK aha. Well I hope you enjoyed!

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[never-fully-lucid]

[Un]Subtle Signs

Pairing: Abed Nadir / Reader 

Summary: You’re caught off guard when the boy you’ve been [not so] sneakily admiring just straight up asks you about your feelings. No Y/N used.

Word Count: 1.3 k

“Do you like me?”  

The words seem to echo in the silence of the empty street, and it takes you a few seconds to process the loaded question. How you’d gone from discussing the quality of visual effects in Inspector Spacetime to Abed dropping this fucking conversational bomb was a mystery. The two of you had offered to buy Troy some medicine for his current cold, and had been making your way back to their apartment while casually discussing the show. Seemingly out of nowhere he’d popped the question, in the same tone you’d use to discuss the weather, and now you’re stuck waiting for your brain to stop making fax machine noises.

Once your brain has sufficiently rebooted, you realize that you’ve stopped walking and take a few strides to make up for the distance between you. Abed- now also standing still- is looking at you expectantly, clearly awaiting some form of reaction.  

Deciding to tread cautiously, you respond, making sure to keep your tone light-hearted,

“Of course I do, Abed. I consider us good friends.”  

Friends, you repeat to yourself. Just friends.

Instead of taking your answer at face value and resuming the trek, Abed studies you. You hope that the one theater class you took when you were twelve is paying off right now. As his silence stretches for a beat too long, you feel yourself growing a little flustered and more than a little stressed.

Could he know how you feel about him? You’d been so careful! Taking care not to stare at him for too long during study sessions, making sure not to ask him too many personal questions despite wanting to know him better. After all, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable around you; you’ve been known to come on a bit too strong in order to compensate for your own awkwardness.

Finally, he speaks up;

“I know that we’re good friends. But that isn’t the kind of “like” that I’m referring to, and I think you know that.” he says, and your stomach sinks a little, blood rushing to your face.  

Shitshitshit! He knows! Or at the very least, suspects!!

“Hah- hah” you laugh weakly, meaning for it to sound lighthearted but coming out slightly choked off. Alarm bells ring in your head and you scramble to do as much damage control as possible, your brain working on overdrive trying to salvage your cover. For all you know this could cost you your friendship with the boy in front of you.  

“Not that you’re not a good-looking great guy,” great start, real smooth, “but can I ask why you’re asking me of all people?” you manage to pull off a small perplexed smile as you speak, which proves hard to do under his intense stare.

Without a pause, Abed launches into his seemingly prepared explanation:

“I'm a perceptive person- I observe those in my close circles, and we’re around each other pretty often. I know that you look at me more than you look at others in the group. At first I simply accredited that to our placement at the table, but there were other signs.”

Uh oh.  

He continues;

“When our eyes meet, you look away and usually flush shortly after. You smile a lot when I’m talking, even if it’s about references that you don’t get. You try to be open about your feelings when we talk so that I don’t have to decipher what you really mean. You look at me the way that you were looking at me minutes ago: your eyes crinkle at the edges, you lean forward; your lips curl slightly upwards- you look... ‘soft.’”

Nonono.  

Your heart is racing. Palms sweaty. Knees weak. Arms heavy- you know; the whole shebang.

“Plus, on the rare occasion that I wear tank tops, I can basically feel you burning a hole into me with your sta-”

“I get it!” you interject, cutting him off rather abruptly. You’d been rapidly growing redder throughout his speech, and by this point you’re sure that all the blood in your body has flooded to your face. You wonder if you could faint to avoid this conversation, and contemplate holding your breath to better those chances.. 

Oh well.

A sigh escapes your mouth. “I thought I’d been so sneaky,” you admit a little dejectedly. There’s no point in trying to deny it now, not after all the surprisingly detailed examples that clearly pointed out your infatuation. Abed’s brows raise, a little surprised to see you acknowledge it so quickly.

“You did your best, and I don’t think the others know,” he points out, seemingly to offer some consolation.  

His words don’t make what you need to say next any less painful, but you know you have to put your feelings aside:

“I’m really sorry if my attention made you uncomfortable. Our friendship is really important to me, not just on the basis of being study-group friends. To be honest, ever since the whole trying-to-set-you-up scenario, I was nervous to ask if you were open to dating, let alone admit my growing feelings and ruin our friendship,” your palms are sticky with sweat, so you wipe them on your shirt.

“I really did try to ignore them. My feelings, I mean. Regardless, I really hope that this doesn’t affect our relationship, and I’m willing to just forget that this talk ever happened, and I promise I’ll try to stop reacting to you the way I d-”

“Don’t.”  

This time it’s Abed who cuts you off, which has you blinking up in surprise at him. Which part does he not want you to do? Before you can ask, he continues,

“Don’t pretend this didn’t happen. And don’t try to change the way you act around me.”

Your eyes widen a little as his gaze moves away from your face, almost self-consciously. A flicker of hope ignites in your chest, and with baited breath, you ask:

“Why not?”

Abed takes a small step towards you, still looking away. 

“Because we share similar interests. Because you always try to think of others, even when being scatterbrained. Because you find happiness in the small things in life. Because I like spending time with you. I’m drawn to you in the same way that you’re drawn to me.” He’s looking at you again, that intense gaze directed at you, with a small smile gracing his lips.

Your flicker of hope is now a burning flame that’s spread throughout your body, and you can feel your mouth stretching into an ear splitting grin. Almost in a dream-like state, you take a small step towards him, looking for any sign that he doesn’t want you so intimately close. Seeing none, you proceed to wrap your arms around his waist, and lean your head into his chest. He smells like soap and some kind of laundry detergent, mixed with a scent that’s just uniquely him. As he returns the embrace, wrapping his larger arms around your frame, a strong sense of comfort washes over you; a feeling you didn’t know you were longing for so strongly prior to this very moment.

The two of you stay standing in the middle of the street, simply basking in your newfound closeness, until the moment is punctured by a deep growl coming from Abed’s stomach, making you giggle against his chest and unwind your arms from his torso. 

“We should get back to Troy, he’ll get mad if we leave him waiting,” you suggest, voice hushed due to the lack of space between the two of you. Before you can move to step back in order to walk beside him, Abed reaches out and takes your hand, studying your reaction. Your grin returns tenfold, grateful that he’s considerate of your response, and you lace your fingers through his larger ones, pulling him in the direction of his and Troy’s street. 

You know there are still things left to be discuss, feelings left to share; maybe friends left to tell, but right now the warmth of his palm against yours is your primary focus, as you walk hand in hand down the empty street, debating the special effects budget of your favourite Inspector Spacetime episodes. 

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A/N: This is my first fic in a while, so I’m a little nervous posting it,,,  If anyone actually sees this, I’d love some feedback / criticism- my knowledge of appropriate tenses, character writing, and all syntax went out the window. 

[I struggle with expressing physical contact, which is why there’s a lot of making sure that both parties are comfortable with what’s happening!] 

Abed deserves all the love 🥺

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Thick Thighs, Teary Eyes, Baby Blue Lies

Words: 4k

Warning: Language, Minho has a hyung kink, Changbin calls Minho his kitten (no actual pet play) and Minho refers to himself in third person as kitty, Changbin refers to himself as master a few times, minor cross-dressing, Minho is whiny and needy, Changbin is a little rough and possessive but nothing too major, kissing, marking, love bites, begging, degradation, both high-key have praise kinks although it’s never mentioned outright, name-calling i.e. whore, slut, Changbin fucks Minho’s thighs, cumming untouched, cum play/marking, Minho cries a lot, dacryphillia, nipple play, cock stepping but with a knee instead of a foot (cock kneeing just doesn’t sound right lmao), anal fingering, finger sucking, anal sex, condoms aren’t even mentioned (practice safe sex, y’all!) bc they’re in a devoted relationship with each other, Minho asks permission to cum, Minho squirts/pisses/whatever you want to call it, Changbin cums inside Minho, Minho is very shaky and disoriented and crying a lot afterwards, super sweet aftercare, Changbin is an angel and takes wonderful care of Minho, they take a bath together and it’s v soft and sweet, dom/top Changbin, sub/bottom Minho, light dom/sub.

A/N: hello! I’m back with another member x member fic! the idea barged into my head and wouldn’t leave so I had to write it! plus if you know me, you know that I bias both Minho and Changbin and Minbin is my favorite ship in Stray Kids so this was an absolute pleasure to write hehe I hope you enjoy reading and as always, please let me know your thoughts!! I love hearing from y’all ❤

Changbin was absorbed in a drama when Minho called him from the living room doorway. “Binnie?”

“Yeah?” The younger man mumbled and didn’t even glance away from the TV screen.

Minho huffed and shuffled into the room, raising his voice slightly to try to snap Changbin out of his TV-induced stupor. “Bin-ah!”

Attention unwavering, Changbin nodded in affirmation that he was ‘listening’ if Minho was trying to tell him something, “What, babe?”

The elder childishly stomped his foot, balling his fists at his sides and pouting as a dissatisfied noise bubbled from his throat. A smile twitched at the corner of Bin’s mouth, but Minho was too busy pouting to notice. Changbin stayed focused on his show as Minho softly padded further into the room until he was right in front of the younger man.

Faster than Bin could take in the sight of him, Minho plopped down into Changbin’s lap, thick, bare thighs on either side, and placed his still closed fists on the younger man’s chest, waiting. Changbin reached for the remote to switch the TV off; he could watch the rest of the drama another time.

He turned his attention to the man in his lap, "Aw, is my kitten needy?"

"Shut up!" Minho half-whined, half-shouted, looking away in embarrassment.

Changbin tapped Minho’s hip roughly in warning. "Now, now. Is that any way to speak to your master?"

Still unable to make eye contact, the elder slumped forward and buried his face in Bin’s neck. "No," he whispered ashamedly against his skin.

"No, what?"

Minho sighed and nuzzled further into Changbin, whining apologetically, "No, kitty was bad. Kitty is sorry, hyung."

"That's my good boy," Bin praised, petting Minho’s hair with one hand while the other traced patterns over the back of the oversized hoodie, the only article of clothing aside from briefs the elder was wearing. Changbin was pretty sure it was his hoodie, considering how big it was on Minho -- the hemline reached just about the middle of his thighs. The fact that it was his hoodie only served to make Changbin’s body feel hotter.

“This mine?” He asked as he gently tugged at the hemline. Minho nodded into his neck. “Mm, I love it when you wear my clothes, babe.”

Bin could feel the elder smile against his skin, “I know you do.”

“Yeah, and you usually wear my clothes when you want something because you think it softens me up or some shit, right?” Changbin chuckled as he felt Minho’s grin widen.

Minho sat up straight and looked down his nose at the younger man. “So what if I do?”

Bin rolled his eyes playfully and smoothed his hands over Minho’s bare thighs, causing the elder to shiver in his hold. “Alright, what do you want then, babe? Try me.”

Smirking, Minho flattened his palms against Changbin’s pecs before snaking his arms around his neck and leaning in to brush their noses together. “Maybe I just want you.”

Changbin swallowed thickly and unconsciously tugged the elder closer, “That can be arranged.”

“Well, that was easy,” Minho mumbled under his breath. It earned him a slap across the right side of his ass which, in turn, urged a pitiful whimper to pass his lips as he sank into the younger man again.

“Beg properly, or you won’t get what you want,” Changbin growled in Minho’s ear. “We both know I can easily hold out. And we both know you’re the needy one in this situation. So, beg, kitten.” He paused to yank the elder back by his hair with one hand, causing Minho to let out a strangled yelp, while his other hand gripped tightly at Minho’s jaw. “Tell me exactly what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Minho took a shaky breath and did what was demanded of him, “Please. Kitty needs you. Needs you to fuck him with your cock so he can’t sit down for days.” The elder let out a wanton moan when his eyes slipped closed and his imagination ran wild. “Please, hyung,” he whispered, inadvertently grinding his hips as a particularly vulgar image of Changbin roughly fucking him flashed in his mind.

Bin loosened his grip and leaned forward to mouth at Minho’s ear. “Good boy,” he praised, loving how the elder shivered again in response. He reached down to smooth over Minho’s pretty thighs once more, sliding his palms up to grasp at his hips as he continued to nip and suck at the elder’s earlobe. Minho melted at his touch, pleading sweetly for more when Changbin fluidly rolled their hips together.

The younger man smiled against the delicate skin under Minho’s ear, leaving a kiss there before the elder gave in and turned his head to finally kiss Changbin’s doll-like lips. He sighed blissfully as soon as their lips met and tightened his hold around Bin’s neck.

Changbin couldn’t disguise how much he loved kissing Minho or how desperate it made him. He pulled the older man in closer by his clutch on Minho’s hips, grinding up and driving another sweet moan from Minho which he eagerly swallowed as their mouths moved together hotly.

Chests plastered together and Minho’s fingers tangled in the strands of hair at the nape of the younger man’s neck, the two kissed for what felt like hours, only finally pulling away and resting their foreheads together to catch their breath, lips bitten red and beautifully kiss-swollen.

“Fuck, I love you,” Changbin whispered between heaving breaths. Minho smiled brightly at him, chuckling as the younger immediately moved to mouth at his neck, sucking shades of claret and sanguine into his skin. The elder sharply inhaled when Bin found a particularly sensitive spot and bit down on it. He lapped at the mark he left. “Love that you’re mine,” Changbin mumbled between kisses over the branded skin. “Mine.”

“Yes, kitty’s yours, hyung.” Minho whimpered as he rolled his hips yet again, “All yours!”

Changbin smirked against him, “So needy for me, baby.” He dipped his hands underneath the hoodie to ghost his hands up and down the heated skin of Minho’s sides but came across something unexpected before he could do so. “What’s this?” Bin pushed the elder to sit up straighter and lifted the front of the hoodie just enough to expose the lower part of his stomach. There, where Changbin expected a normal pair of briefs to be hugging Minho’s hips, Minho’s hard, leaking cock was trapped behind baby blue lace. The younger man stared at the way the delicate material clung to him, pre-cum already seeping through the holes of the dainty floral pattern.

“God, you’re needier than I thought! Pulled out all the stops to try to get in my pants, didn’t you?” Bin taunted, smirk still evident on his smug face as he slowly dragged his gaze up to meet Minho’s eyes. Or at least he tried to. Minho had brought a sweater paw up to his face, staring off at an apparently very interesting section of wall, blush high on his gorgeous cheekbones. Changbin scoffed at him, “Dressed like this,” he paused to gesture at the man in his lap, “and you can’t even look me in the eye.” He heard more than saw Minho gulp in trepidation.

Changbin grabbed the elder by the hips again and tossed him onto the couch next to him. Minho squeaked in surprise, covering his face with two sweater paws instead of one. “Hiding, huh?” Bin prompted. “Is my whore too ashamed of himself?”

Minho whined pathetically behind the fabric of the hoodie. Changbin tutted, “Greedy, greedy kitten. Only wants my cock.” He leaned over him and unceremoniously yanked Minho’s hands away from his face by his wrists, sneering at him, “Filthy slut wants so much attention, but as soon as he gets his way, he can’t even look at his master’s face!”

Changbin languidly dropped Minho’s hands and sat back on his heels. “Pitiful. Such a disappointment.”

The second that word left Bin’s lips, Minho scrambled to sit up in front of him, wide eyes all watery and pleading. “Hyung, no! Kitty’s sorry! So so sorry! Only want hyung. Love hyung. So much. Please, kitty’s really sorry!”

Bin gripped Minho’s jaw once again and raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “It won’t happen again, will it, kitten?”

Minho tried to shake his head in Changbin’s grasp, “Kitty promises!”

“That’s my good boy. Now lay back down,” Bin motioned towards the cushions and Minho quickly obeyed.

“Is hyung gonna fuck kitty now?” Minho questioned, curious eyes blinking rapidly as he laid down comfortably.

“No.”

The elder protested, whining and wailing, but Bin cut him off, “Ah, ah. If you’re a good boy for hyung and do as I say, maybe.”

“Yes, hyung,” Minho laid back on the sofa cushion and waited.

Changbin moved to lift Minho’s hoodie but he paused, “Any more surprises?”

The elder shook his head, “No, hyung. Does hyung not like kitty’s surprise?”

“Oh, baby,” Bin softened immediately. “Hyung loves it. My kitten looks so beautiful. Your cute little cock looks so pretty in lace, baby!” Changbin bent down to press a few gentle kisses over Minho’s clothed cock, urging giggles and little moans to pass his lips.

“Thank you, hyung.”

“Now,” Bin sighed as he sat back up, palming himself through his sweats. “Hyung is going to fuck these pretty thighs of yours and cum all over his kitten’s lovely surprise. How does that sound?” Minho looked like he was about to protest again but Changbin lifted a brow and he contented.

Bin moved to untuck himself but the elder reached for his hand to stop him. The look he received for his sudden disobedience chilled him to the bone but Minho quickly explained himself, “Kitty thinks hyung is really pretty, too.” His cheeks reddened and he glanced away shyly before looking back up at Changbin, big eyes shining wetly. “Can kitty see hyung, please? Wanna see hyung’s muscles while he fucks kitty’s thighs.”

“Fuck!” Changbin growled and lunged forward, smashing his lips onto Minho’s and kissing him roughly. He wrapped his arm around Minho’s small waist and squeezed tightly while his other hand harshly gripped Minho’s jaw, guiding him in the kiss. The elder panted into Changbin’s mouth, whining as the younger man sucked and bit at his lips. “You can’t just say things like that, baby! You drive me fucking crazy!” Bin groaned against Minho’s mouth before pulling away to pull his own shirt over his head. “Better?”

Minho stared at him with wide eyes, gaze dancing over the curves and lines of Changbin’s muscular torso. He nodded dumbly, mouth agape and lips still glistening from the heated kiss they had just shared. The elder hesitantly reached up to just barely trail his fingertips over Bin’s heated skin and the younger man couldn’t help but shiver under the light touch.

Changbin stood up from the couch to remove his sweats and grab the lube from the drawer in the end table before kneeling on the cushion and positioning Minho’s legs how he wanted them. “Ready, kitten?” Minho bit his lip and nodded again, eyes fixated on the space where his thick thighs met each other, waiting for Bin to thrust between them. The younger man hissed as he coated his angry red cock with lube. He lined himself up, Minho’s calves resting on his shoulder, and slowly pushed in while the elder tensed his muscles without being asked to. Changbin let out a long groan and his eyes fluttered closed, “Good boy.”

Preening at the praise but unable to look anywhere but where Changbin’s cock was peeking out between his thighs, Minho moaned right along with him, craving friction on his own aching cock. Bin began to thrust, slowly at first with long, drawn out strokes. He kissed and bit at Minho’s legs, clutching them to his chest as he quickened his pace. Minho watched him in awe - fascinated by how his muscles tensed and relaxed, how his face contorted in pleasure, how his noises became more high-pitched the closer he got to release.

“Gonna cum,” Changbin breathed. “Gonna cum all over your pretty cock and your pretty stomach. You want that, baby?”

Minho nodded energetically, “Yes, please, hyung! Use kitty to make you cum!”

Changbin moaned wantonly as he rapidly thrusted into Minho’s thighs, throwing his head back, “Fuck!” He quickly took one calf in each hand and spread Minho’s legs, giving himself a full view of Minho’s pretty, lace-covered cock. Bin held one leg down by gripping the meat of the elder’s thigh while his other hand tugged at his own cock. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, the younger man whispered the Minho’s name just loud enough for him to hear as he covered his lower half with his cum, stripes of white splayed over the baby blue lace.

Minho’s own dick twitched and he whimpered as he came untouched, staining the dainty fabric. A few spurts spilled out of the thin material, mixing with Changbin’s cum that covered his lower abdomen. “Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby! And I didn’t even have to touch your cute cock to make you cum!” Bin praised, dragging his fingertips through the mess and smearing it around, ruining the pretty lingerie even more.

The elder blushed and looked up at Changbin expectantly. Bin smirked knowingly as he leaned over Minho to brush the hair from his eyes with his clean hand. “Does my greedy kitten still want more?” Minho pouted and reached up to throw his arms around Changbin’s neck, dragging him down for another kiss.

“Please, hyung. Want you!” Minho whined against his lips.

Changbin feigned confusion, “You want me? I thought you just wanted my cock!”

Tears began to well up in the elder’s eyes as his desperation got the best of him. “Want hyung! Want you, hyung! Kitty wants hyung, please! Kitty needs you!”

Minho wrapped his legs around Changbin’s hips in an effort to bring him closer. The younger man gently collapsed onto him, essentially trapping their dicks between themselves in the sticky mess they had created. A choked sob mixed with a moan passed Minho’s lips at the friction on his sensitive cock. Bin let out a huff at the contact but rolled his hips against the elder’s.

“Still so needy, aren’t you, baby? You say you want me,” Changbin paused, shaking his head. “But I think you want my cock, too.”

“Please,” Minho blubbered, a single tear falling as his lower lip quivered.

Changbin swallowed a growl, hand reaching up to trace Minho’s cheekbone, breaking the track the tear had left on his skin. “So fucking gorgeous when you cry,” he spoke, barely a whisper. “My beautiful baby.”

He captured Minho’s lips in another heated kiss. Snaking a hand under the hoodie, Bin brushed his fingertips over one of Minho’s very sensitive nipples, taking the opportunity to suck on the elder’s tongue when he gasped into his mouth. Changbin smirked at the older man’s reaction.

Suddenly needing him out of the article of clothing, Bin broke the kiss and sat back on his knees, lifting the hoodie over Minho’s head when he obediently sat up. Minho reached to take off the lingerie but Changbin stopped him, coy smirk playing upon his lips, “These stay on a little longer.”

Minho pouted and mumbled something about them being “uncomfy” but he didn’t put up a fight. The younger man’s hands found Minho’s ribcage and he brushed his thumbs over the elder’s pert nipples as he leaned in once again, kissing him with a desire to eat him whole. Minho mewled softly, arching into the touch, hips canting in search of more friction. After a few muttered pleas, the elder wailed loudly, throat tight with unshed tears, “Hyung, please fuck me! Please!”

Changbin sneered as he repositioned himself, kneeling on the couch cushion between Minho’s legs. Hands covering Minho’s own knees, he switched his weight to one leg and nudged at the elder’s sensitive cock with the other. “Are you sure you want to be fucked, or do you just want to cum again?” He punctuated his words by grinding his knee against Minho’s dick. The older man howled in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Because I can make you cum again.”

The dam broke and a flood of tears flowed from Minho’s eyes. He sniffled and sobbed, cock twitching under Changbin’s weight as Minho thrusted against his bony knee. Chasing the friction and thrashing around on the sofa, Minho begged as best he could for the younger man to fuck him but he could only form a few coherent words. “Please! Hyung, please! Need fucked, please!”

“Look at you, so pitiful!” Changbin mocked, poking and prodding and pressing Minho’s cock, dragging more and more sobs and whines from him. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck the tears right out of you. You look so pretty when you cry. Don’t you want to look pretty for hyung?”

Minho nodded eagerly, still crying and canting his hips as Bin leaned forward to kiss him again, putting even more pressure on Minho’s trapped cock. “Perfect, pathetic whore,” he whispered against his lips. Changbin tugged at Minho’s lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, sitting back up and planted both knees on the sofa. He reached for the lube he had tossed behind himself earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

“You look too gorgeous in these,” Bin sighed as he pulled aside the lace to expose Minho’s twitching hole. “They’re staying on while I fuck you.” The younger man circled Minho’s rim with his slick fingers before plunging in a single digit past the tight ring of muscles. The elder gasped loudly, immediately shoving two of his own fingers in his mouth to quiet himself.

Changbin scoffed, “Greedy slut needs his mouth filled, hmm? I’d fuck your mouth and make you choke on my cock,” he paused to shove another finger in without warning. “But I’d rather fuck you right here.” Bin punctuated his words by massaging Minho’s prostate, having found it with no trouble considering he had memorized every inch of his body with ease.

“Ngh, hyung!” Minho cried, words muffled by the fingers in his mouth. Changbin smirked at him and pumped his digits in and out, scissoring them frequently. But Minho was impatient. He removed his own fingers from his mouth and whined for Changbin, “‘s enough! Want hyung!”

Bin shook his head but took his fingers out nonetheless, knowing Minho loved a little pain anyway. He slathered more lube on his cock and used what remained on his hand to smear on Minho’s hole. “Ready for hyung’s cock, kitten?”

“Please, please, please…” Minho begged as the younger man lined himself up. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Changbin plunged into him, filling him up just how he adored. “Yes, yes, yes…” the elder chanted, whimpering and sobbing as Bin pounded into him quicker than he expected.

Changbin’s pace faltered as he untucked Minho’s cute, pink dick from its messy confines. The older man blinked up at Bin, more tears falling from his eyes, and jutted out his bottom lip. Changbin’s countenance softened and he couldn’t help but smile slightly. He reached up with his free hand to thumb away some of Minho’s tears while he pumped his cock with the other. “My pretty baby.” Minho choked out a sob and threw his head back when Bin dug his thumb into his slit. “Does my kitten want to cum?”

Minho sniffled and clutched at the couch fabric, taking a shaky breath before looking at Changbin again. “Can I, hyung? Please?”

The younger man gently caressed his cheek before bending down to kiss him firmly. “You asked so sweetly, of course you can, baby!” Changbin whispered against his lips, moulding their lips together again and swallowing Minho’s pretty moans as he brought him closer to the edge.

Bin tugged at the older man’s dick a few more times, kissing him roughly. “C’mon, kitten. Cum on hyung’s cock?”

A shudder ran through Minho when Changbin gave him permission. He kissed the younger man harder, one hand still fisted in the sofa material while the other tangled in the strands of Bin’s hair. Minho came with a shout against Changbin’s lips, tears running down his cheeks while Bin helped him ride out his orgasm, pumping his spurting cock and kissing tenderly at his mouth and face.

“Thank you,” the elder whispered when the aftershocks calmed.

Changbin straightened up, a soft smile on his lips. “A little more so hyung can cum. Be a good boy for me, hmm?”

Minho nodded and maneuvered to hold both of his legs up by the backs of his knees, “Use kitty to make hyung cum.”

Bin wasted no time in picking up the pace of his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he neared his own climax. The angle was causing him to hit Minho’s prostate with every stroke. It punched whimpers and moans from the elder’s throat as his spent cock twitched in renewed interest.

Fresh tears flowed from his eyes as he sobbed out a scream, “Hyung! Feels funny! Don’t wanna cum again! ‘s too soo-” Minho grit his teeth and threw his head back -- the veins in his neck looked as if they’d burst at any moment. “Shit! Oh shit, fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.

Changbin groaned loudly when Minho clenched around him, almost restricting his movement. He gripped Minho’s cock with one hand and circled his other palm over the cockhead. Minho thrashed, cursing and bawling, overwhelmed with pleasure as clear liquid gushed from his abused cock. Bin found it overpoweringly hot and his orgasm hit him like a truck, out of nowhere. He pumped Minho full of his cum as the elder’s cock continued to dribble.

When they both had somewhat caught their breath, Changbin, who was much more coherent than his counterpart, gently pulled out of Minho and leaned over him. Minho was sobbing even harder than he had been and Bin quickly set about aftercare.

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s alright. I’m here. You did so well for me,” he reassured the older man as he brushed the sweaty hair off Minho’s face. Minho’s entire body was shaking so much, he was practically vibrating. Changbin held him close and whispered praises against his temple, “My perfect baby. You did so good. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much, baby.”

A few minutes later, Minho’s crying had reduced to sniffles and his shaking had calmed down immensely. He clutched at Changbin as blinked away the haze in his mind, trying to return to reality.

“We have to clean up, babe,” Bin reminded after a little while, sensing the gross stickiness between them. “Do you think you’ll be ok while I grab a wet washcloth and start a bath for us?” Minho nodded, blinking slowly, and Changbin thought that there was a good chance he would be asleep by the time he returned but he promised to be quick anyway.

It didn’t take long to get the water running and a warm rag for the fast cleanup and Minho was surprisingly still awake when Bin returned to the living room. He carefully wiped him down, mindful to avoid spending too much time on the sensitive areas -- they would relax and soak in the bath to clean the rest. Once he had finished and Minho had given him a lazy smile of approval and thanks, Changbin rushed off to get a glass of water for them both.

When Minho had downed the glass, Bin gathered him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, delicately placing him in the perfectly warm bathwater. He slid in behind the elder and pulled him to his chest, relaxing back into the tub. Bin ran his fingers through Minho’s hair as Minho turned to lay his head on Changbin’s chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe him.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish your drama,” Minho murmured after a while, a tired smile curving his lips.

Changbin, who had sworn the elder had dozed off, burst into laughter, “I love you, babe!”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“SECRETS”.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reyes younger sister!reader.

Anon asked: what do you think about writing a bishop losa x reader, where you are angel and ez little sister and you are in love with him and he’s in love with you, and you two start dating secretly because you don’t want your brother to find out just yet.

Thanks to my beta reader: @chibsytelford 💘

Word count: 2.5k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif credits to @thedevilsmoonshine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @arvedua 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

It started with some random texts. Bishop got your phone because he was needing some meat from the carnicería for a party. He also invited you, but you had to decline it because you should work the next day. Even so, that night you kept talking about how everything was going in your life for hours till you fell asleep with a ‘good night, sweetie’ from him.

After a few weeks, the texts became more constant, even you found some excuses to visit the clubhouse and share a beer with the guys. You knew that it became something more serious the night you kissed.

You went to the clubhouse because your father gave you a bag with clothes that Angel asked for. The place was empty, going inside in silence. You left the bag on the bar and took a seat on the nearest sofa. Whenever you were bored, you used to read the last messages that Bishop sent you with a goofy smile, disabling the wifi to avoid being hunted.

“SWEETIE!!!!!”

The phone flew off of your hands, hearing the loud laughs of Bishop. When you saw your phone with the screen down, you frowned at him.

“If it's broken, I swear I'm gonna kick your old ass”.

“If it's broken, I'll buy you a new one. Dammit, (Y/N), you should have seen your face”. He teased you in laughs, while you were bowing to take it back. Nothing happened to it.

“You're like five years old, Obispo”. You growled when the man took a seat next to you, leaving an arm on your shoulders.

“Yeah, but you like it”.

Whenever he was close to you, you couldn't avoid to getting nervous. You've never had a boyfriend before, and he wasn't, but he seemed so. He gave you a kiss near your lips on purpose. He knew about your zero experience with men. You kissed three guys before, but that was all. He thought, and told you, it was lovely to have some innocence around.

“You know that Angel and EZ are coming, right?”

“Yea', but we're not doing anything. Are we...?” He raised an eyebrow joking on you, looking at your lips for a moment.

You left a heavy sigh, rubbing your eyes before laying your head against the back of the sofa. He got closer taking your chin with two fingers, approaching to kiss you. You turned your body a little to be more comfortable under his arms, while your lips moved as if they were dancing. It was a slow kiss, enjoying the moment, taking your time with no pressure. Till you heard the engine of Angel's motorbike.

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The MC have been out of town for almost two weeks. Bishop was texting you the whole time, whenever he got some free minutes. So, when he told you they're gonna have a party when they arrived, you got a little mad. Your idea of spending that night with him went to the trash when you read the message. But you were invited, so at least, it was something.

With a tight black dress, a comfy pair of shoes and a leather jacket, you drive to the clubhouse parking the car at the beginning of the alley between the car scrapping and the front yard. EZ is the first that notices you, running towards you holding you in the air in a warm hug.

“Look at you! You got pretty to see your brothers, uh?”

“Of course!” You leave some loud kisses on his cheek, before you hear Angel's angry voice.

“Hey, hey! It's my fockin' sister too!” He says frowning, till he's able to punch EZ's arm. He hugs you harder as the good older (and jealous) brother he is. “I missed you, pain in the ass”.

“I missed you too, assholes. My life without saving your shitty asses of pops is kinda boring”.

They laugh and tousled you, before going back to the clubhouse. It's cold outside, so the warm place seems like it's receiving you with open arms. The same place that gets loud with whistles and the uproar of the crew, who always is joking to you 'cause they feel that you're their little sister too. Especially Coco, who knows you since ever.

“Did you miss us?” Taza hugs you, giving you a kiss on your temple.

“Of course not! I came to see if someone kicked your ass, so I could laugh”. You replied, looking with your eyes for Bishop. “Where's the prez, hm…?”

“Warehouse, doing god-knows-what.” Tranq says falling on a couch.

“Ok. I have a lot of beer in my car. You take it, and I'm going to the bathroom in the meantime”.

It's not your best excuse, but it's enough to have some intimacy with the man. You surprise him counting the guns they took for the past weeks. He forgets his task after he turns to you. Supporting his waist against the table cross-armed, he licks his inner lip.

“You like what you see?” You ask raising both eyebrows, opening the jacket and turning on your feet to give him a complete look. “I bought this dress yesterday, thinking that maybe my boyfriend could enjoy taking it off. In his bed. Before showing me what he is capable of. Because I felt so lonely those days you were away and maybe… just maybe, I thought it could be the perfect moment to fuck me for the first time”.

“You're the fucking devil”.

“Oh, no, no, no. My boyfriend is the devil. 'Cause he thought it would be a better idea have a par…”

You can't finish the word, when he lifts you up, forcing you with his arms to put your legs around his waist. Your back against the wall, and his lips devouring yours with need and despair. Even after seven months being secretly together, every kiss feels like the first. The same nervous feeling in your stomach, the same illusion when you're close.

He's hard, very hard actually, and you can feel it between your legs moving his waist slightly. You drown some moans in his lips, biting yours with some fury.

“So… you touched yourself thinking it was my hand…?” He asks you against your mouth. You nod in silence with your eyes on his. “What a ba…”

“THE FUCK YOU DID?”

Angel, EZ and Coco are still at the door. Your oldest brother's face flushed, and an incredulous gesture on the other's faces. You put your feet on the floor slowly with a “it's not what it seems” in your trembling throat. “I can explain it”. You add.

“THE FUCK YOU'RE GONNA EXPLAIN? ARE YOU FUCKING BISHOP? ARE YOU FUCKING MY INNOCENT AND BABY SISTER, MAN?”

EZ pushes Angel away to avoid a fight, but what has to happen, happens. The oldest Reyes punches him with all his strength focused on his right fist. The president of the Mayans defends himself, punching him back. You start to cry, trying to hold Angel's shoulder and the guys, alerted by noise, come to the warehouse.

Finally they put them away while you run next to Bishop to see if he's ok.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Angel?!” You shout at him with anger and tears in your cheeks.

“With me?! You're the one who is fucking my boss! Almost thirty years older than you! Could be your fucking pops!”

“You did what?” Taza asks raising an eyebrow crossing his arms.

“WE DIDN'T”. You reply. “Yet”.

“Watch your mouth, boy. I'm not gonna let you talk to her like that”. Bishop points Angel with a finger, breaking free.

“Are you fucking telling me how the fuck I should talk to my sister? How many times you've been betraying me, ah?”

“Angel…” You walk towards him.

“TELL ME”.

“We will talk at home”. EZ interrupts, offering you a hand. “Lets take your stuff, we're leaving”.

You can't look at Bishop, nodding just one time while you hold his hand like a beaten dog and your head down.

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It's been five minutes since you sat down in front of your brothers in silence. You're not sure what you can say and it's killing you.

“How did it started?” EZ is the first one to talk.

“The fuck, man?”

“Shut up, Angel!”

“He asked me for an order for a party, eight months ago”.

“Shit, man…” Your oldest brother frowns laying on the couch.

“Could you please shut the fuck up? I'm fucking virgin, asshole. He respects me!” You reply a little bit louder than you actually wanted. “We were texting for almost one month, then we… simply started a… kind of relationship. That's all! I'm twenty-three, I'm not a fucking child”.

“Well, you look like”. Angel's attacks opening his arms to highlight every word.

“Angel, stop”. EZ gives him a fist on the shoulder. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Seems pretty obvious, EZ”.

“Ya' know what? Fuck this shit, man!” Angel walks outside, while the other tries to stop you to go after him.

“Baby, please…”

“I have to talk with him”. You shake your head before following his steps.

He is in the backyard smoking a cigar. He hears your steps, but doesn't turn. You swallow looking for the strength you need to walk closer.

“Angel…”

“Leave me alone, (Y/N)”.

“Please, listen”.

“What? What I have to listen, uh?” Then, he turns at you. He's furious and disappointed. “The fucking Bishop, (Y/N)? Really?”

“It just happened”.

“You know why I am more pissed off? 'Cause you didn't tell us before. It's supposed there's no secrets between EZ, you and me”. Here it is. The problem isn't your boyfriend. This is what he was referring to when he said you betrayed him.

“I was scared. I told Bishop to keep it a secret because of you, Angel”. You make the confession walking another step closer. “I'm sorry”.

“I thought you were different, you know? Mi pequeña hermana. But you're like everyone else”.

“Angel, please…”

“Go to see your fucking boyfriend. He needs you. I don't”.

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It takes him only two seconds to open the door, 'cause he knew it was you. You're crying and when you see his face your tears turn more unconsolable. He sighs leaving you some space between his body and the door to let you in. You don't even know if he's mad at you.

“I'm sorry, Bish…” You try to say a bit choked, raising a hand to the cheek it that wasn't kicked. He holds it with another one, leaving a kiss on the back of it with his eyes on yours.

“I'm fine, mi amor”. He shakes his head, closing the door before hugging you wanting to comfort you at all cost. “'You ok?”

You don't know what to say, shrugging in silence while the man cleans your tears with his fingers, giving you some kisses on your forehead. The last months he has been an anchor, your best friend, your confidant. He heard you every time you got angry with pops, EZ or Angel. And also gave you some advice when you needed it. Felipe used to talk with the ashes of your mother, and your brothers don't talk and also they're not at home mostly. So, you were practically alone. Bishop saved you in some way.

“I love you”. You whisper with your eyes closed.

“I love you too, querida”. It's the first time you two pronounce the magic words. And it worth every punch Angel gave him earlier that night, because now he really knows what you feel. “'Wanna stay here tonight, uh?”

You nod with pursed lips, 'cause there's no place you want to stay in more than Bishop's house. He gives you one last kiss, walking towards his room to find some shirt you can wear instead of the dress you bought for him.

You fall asleep between soft laughs and loving kisses, remembering the first text you two shared, with Obispo's strong arms around your body pushing you into his. But when you wake up he's not in the bed. You watch the time on your phone being sleepy. Twelve in the morning. You've been sleeping for almost ten hours. Unbelievable. And you have the feeling that he has gone to talk with Angel. EZ is not a problem. He would accept you even if you try to kill him.

You hear the front door being opened and closed. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you drag your bare feet on the floor towards the living room. Your face and hair are a mess. Your eyes are a little bit swollen and you have some red freckles around your cheek and nose because the effort when you were crying last night. Raising your face you find Angel next to Bishop. They fought again. Your lips tremble and you're about to cry again.

“(Y/N), it's ok. We were in the ring, fixing things as Mayans do. Now, we're gonna talk, baby”. The last word your brother says makes you feel better, nodding, doubting about if you can hug him or not. He sighs, opening his arms and moving his fingers for a moment trying to tell you that you're allowed to do it.

So you practically run next to him, colliding with his body and making him walk away one step. He hugs you instantly, supporting his chin on your head. Angel is more taller than you, so his hugs have always been the most warmest.

You take a seat on the sofa by Angel's side and Bishop in front of you. The oldest Reyes is holding your hands, looking for the correct words to say.

“I'm… ok if you're happy, pequeña”. He starts, licking his inner lip nervously. “You know… That shit ain't easy to anyone… Little sister, older brother… Shit, seems like it was yesterday when I first held you in my arms. And now you… you… Well, you know what I want to say”.

You know Bishop is trying not to laugh, and you're about to punch him in the face.

“I'll only have two rules to let you continue with this creepy-dirty-old-man”. You smile for a moment, looking at the oldest while he shrugs. “First one. No touching in my presence. No kisses, no hugs, no nothing. It's fuckin' weird and makes me wanna puke”.

“Ok”. You nod. God, your trying hard not to laugh.

“Second one, and most important…” Angel highlights every word gesturing with a hand while he talks. “I'm the most fucking important man in your life. You love me more than him.”

“Ok, weirdo…”

“No, no, no”. He shakes his head, Bishop laying against his chair covering his eyes with a sigh. Angel's jealousy will always be a pain in the ass for him. “You have to say it”.

“It isn't…”

“For fucking god's sake, say it, (Y/N)”.

“Sweet Jesuchrist… You're the most fucking important man in my life. And I love you more than Bishop”. Angel's proud smile turns to his boss.

“You heard her? She loves me more than you. Don't forget it”.

[spidercakes]

How about Mob Boss!Tony sees pretty boy Peter being harrassed and decides to protect him? Maybe with soft dom Tony and praise kink?

Oh, I love this shit! Nothing gets me like some mob boss stuff. Trope-y as hell but I’m here for it every damn time. The praise kink and soft dom stuff is way more subtle, but its a little bit there!

Warnings for some references to abuse, age difference, and feminization of Peter (which at this point like... duh lmao).

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It isn’t that Tony has a conscience, really. He doesn’t, never really has outside of his own self interest and the interest of the few people close to him but he doesn’t suffer abusers lightly. Fucking scum of the earth, they are, and Tony has no problem killing them off if given the opportunity. As it is this one is lucky he’s in public or he would have pulled the trigger a long time ago. Bastard has the balls to look pissed off about being interrupted too, and the poor kid behind him is clinging to his suit jacket for dear life.

“I suggest you fuck right off,” Tony tells him, tone leaving no room for debate but this asshole just doesn’t seem to know when to leave well enough alone.

“Oh fuck off, if you were going to pull the trigger you would have,” the guy says and Tony shakes his head.

Fucking moron. “Yeah, not true,” he says and lowers the gun. “I was just avoiding this because I don’t like cops,” he says and he shoots the asshole in the leg. Behind him the kid jumps, letting out a small whimper as, presumably anyway, his boyfriend lets out a loud shriek. “Yeah, not so tough now are you, asshole? Now get the fuck out of my sight before I shoot you in the head,” Tony tells him. Fucker makes a pitiful attempt to crawl off but Tony’s got no time for that so he turns around to check out the kid.

Poor thing looks terrified and Tony sighs. “Hey, its okay,” he murmurs softly, reaching out and the kid presses himself back into the wall of the ally they’re in. Tony doesn’t have much time so he’s got to solve this problem fast. “Relax,” he tells the kid, “I’m not going to hurt you. Only hurt him because he didn’t much leave a choice, wouldn’t have left until I did.”

The kid is still wide eyed and terrified but he’s calmed a small fraction so that’s improvement. Not enough, but something nonetheless. “Wh- why’d you help me?” he asks and oh, perfect opening.

Its not that he likes revealing personal information about himself, but as far as personal details this is his worst kept secret. Anyone who’s spent more than ten minutes with him knows how much he hates his father. “My father was an abusive piece of shit. I’ve got no patience for that and no qualms with giving people like that a taste of their own medicine,” he says, shrugging. He knows the kid believes him, probably because its hard to fake the kind of venom that coats his words and the kind of pain that always makes it to his features no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

The kid unflattens himself from the wall so there’s that. One step down, one to go. “Will he be okay?” Peter asks, looking around the dumpster for his boyfriend. Tony will give him this, he has made it quite a distance.

“Probably,” he lies. Wound like that he’s going to need to be looked at soon, but if he dies its going to be slow. Fucker earned it, treating what looks to be a soft, perfect kid like this one up. Though he supposes he’s not much of a kid, young for sure, but in his twenties if Tony were to guess. He’s got a baby face though, looks a bit younger than Tony suspects he is.

“What’s your name, kid?” he asks, nickname slipping out.

“Peter, and I’m twenty three. Why does everyone always assume I’m a kid?” he mumbles more to himself than Tony.

“Tony,” he says and he reaches out, carefully tilting Peter’s head to the side and sighing. “He did a number on you, hmm. Why don’t you come home with me, let me clean you up?” he asks.

He fully expects the kid to say no but he nods slowly. “Okay,” he murmurs, hands wringing together and Tony sighs.

“You too afraid to go home?” he asks and Peter nods slowly.

Well, that solves that. “Okay. Come on, you can go home when you feel safe,” he says. Its kind of a lie kind of not. Tony doesn’t want to have to keep the kid, he’s not much for kidnapping people who aren’t pieces of shit or people who aren’t blocking his business, but the kid has seen too much to let go and he knows Nat and Pepper will fight him on letting him roam free. He might be able to talk them into it though, and the kid must be some fucking scared to take going home with a stranger who just shot his boyfriend over home. Makes Tony hate the fucker crawling down the alley more but he suspects Peter wouldn’t be impressed if Tony shot him in the head anyway.

*

Peter is sitting with a cup of hot tea in his hand and he knows that Tony is dangerous, no one shoots someone with that little hesitation who isn’t dangerous. But he’s gentle as he wipes the blood away from Peter’s split lip, fingers brushing lightly against his cheek as he examines Peter’s face. Its not too bad this time, he’s dealt with worse but he still feels sore and battered. Tony carefully presses a cotton ball to his lip and he winces, hissing lightly and Tony lets out a soft sigh. “Shh, you’re doing so well. I’m almost done,” he murmurs, fingers moving softly across his cheek again and Peter relaxes some, sitting still as Tony continues to clean him up.

When Tony finally sits back Peter feels exhausted. The adrenaline rush has fallen and he just wants to sleep even if his brain is ringing alarm bells. So this guy is a probably psychopath, at least he only seems to have a thing for shooting abusers so Peter isn’t really in any danger.

Well, okay, that’s not really how anything at all works but Tony has been nice to him this whole time so shooting Quent aside he’s actually an improvement over his previous home life. Peter thinks that’s sad, that some random guy who shot someone is better than Quent. And Peter doesn’t even like guns, never really had but especially not since his uncle got killed in a robbery gone wrong. What the hell has his life turned into?

“You want to go to bed?” Tony asks, guessing at his thoughts and Peter considers it for a long moment before he nods. On one hand this is bound to go horribly, Tony shot someone earlier. On the other hand Tony hasn’t shown any signs of shooting him so maybe he’ll be able to at least get a good night’s sleep before its back to his regularly scheduled nightmare.

“Hey, shh. Its okay Peter, I’m not going to hurt you. Come on,” he says, offering his hand. Peter debates on not taking it but he does maybe out of curiosity or maybe something else. He’s never really been good at making not shitty life choices, his friends can attest to that. Tony carefully pulls him up, allowing Peter to move at his own pace as he leads him down the hall. When they get to the room Peter supposes he’ll be sleeping in he’s surprised at the size of the bed. He shouldn’t be, the whole house is massive, but it still throws him off. “Go on, its okay,” Tony tells him, giving him a gentle nudge forward. “No one is going to bother you in here.”

Peter takes a few steps in, grip on his tea a little tighter before he turns around to face Tony. “Thank you,” he says softly.

Tony shakes his head, “its nothing. Get some sleep,” Tony tells him.

*

When Peter wakes up the next day he feels more refreshed than he has in a long, long time. Probably the fact that the bed is so comfortable. He debates on staying there longer because he’s not stupid, he walked right out of one lions den straight into another and he doesn’t know what Tony’s deal is but he watched him shoot someone. He doesn’t think he’s allowed to just go. Not, he thinks, that he wants to right now because if Quent managed to make it to the hospital he’s some pissed and Peter doesn’t want to deal with that.

But he should at least deal with something so he carefully pulls himself out of bed and pads his way to the door. He pauses there for a moment before he takes a deep breath and exits the room. Nothing seems particularly amiss minus the smell of food and Peter’s stomach growls, reminding him that he hasn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. He hopes he’s actually allowed to eat because whatever that is smells good.

He follows his nose to the kitchen and finds Tony there with a spatula in his hand and its such a weird contrast to his suit. Its a nice suit too, the kind that only people with a lot of money can afford. “Hungry?” Tony asks, brown eyes alight as he looks over at Peter. The tension in his body leaves and he pads closer to see what Tony’s cooking. “Hope you’re not a vegetarian,” Tony says, looking down at the food. “Or a vegan,” he adds, eyeing the eggs.

Peter laughs a little, “nah, I’ll eat pretty much whatever. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who knows how to cook,” he says and Tony makes an offended noise, pressing his hand to his chest in mock offense.

“I will have you know- actually you’re pretty much right. I’m Italian, so food is pretty important to my family, but fuck it took me like ten years to figure out how to boil water without blowing something up. My grandfather told me I was a disgrace to my culture at least twice a week until a friend of mine pointed out that cooking is just edible chemistry and I’m good at that,” he says. “Seemed a lot less daunting after that and I do fine now.”

Yeah, so Peter can smell. “Hmm. I never really had a hard time with it,” he says. Cooking came easy, baking came easier not that he had much of a choice. May had to work plenty and if he didn’t know how to cook that either left him to figure it out or starve.

Tony smiles a little, “bragger,” he says, eyes crinkling at the edges and Peter knows he shouldn’t think he’s as attractive as he is but he’s only human and he’s got eyes. Tony is gorgeous, if clearly hiding a dark side. Kind of like all those colorful frogs in rainforests, they’re really pretty to look at but poisonous. Which is exactly Peter’s type and he really should examine why he has the worst taste known to man in men. Women? He has better luck there even if they tend to have insane fathers to low-key try to kill him like that one time with Liz. To be fair she wasn’t impressed about that either, hasn’t spoken to her father in years. But he doesn’t seem to have the best luck in finding people he thinks are attractive and also aren’t some kind of fucked up or related to someone who is some kind of fucked up.

“Just saying, some of us don’t somehow manage to blow up water,” Peter says, teasing a little and he kind of hopes he doesn’t get shot about it. Quent doesn’t really take any kind of teasing well but damn well expects to be able to say whatever the hell he wants to Peter.

Tony doesn’t react like that at all though, he laughs and shakes his head. “Someone isn’t as creative in the kitchen as me. I take it your feeling better, then?” he asks and Peter nods.

“Your bed is really comfortable.” The softest thing Peter has ever slept in, that’s for sure and after an absolutely insane night it was nice to have somewhere to crash.

He gets a small smile from Tony before he’s shooed to the island in the kitchen with a plate of food. Peter all but actively vacuums it off his plate, unaware of just how hungry he was until he started to eat. “Wow, little young even for you,” someone new says and Peter frowns, mouth full of food.

“Oh shut up, Nat. He’s twenty three,” Tony mumbles, rolling his eyes at the stunning redhead who has just entered the kitchen.

She looks him up and down, “did you verify that on his I.D?”

“Oh my god, I don’t even look that young!” Peter says, annoyed. He doesn’t, he looks his own damn age people are just rude.

“You look like you’re twelve,” the redhead, Nat Peter supposes, says.

Peter glowers, “maybe you should get your eyes checked,” he mumbles and Tony lets out a loud snort, earning a glare from Nat.

“What the hell did you bring home and what did you do to him?” she asks.

Peter doesn’t expect the sudden mood change as Tony whips around to give Nat a vicious look. He lets out a small noise of surprise involuntarily and Nat frowns a little, confused and a little concerned but evidently not afraid. Peter thinks she should be with the way Tony is looking at her. “I didn’t do anything to him,” he snaps, “that’s the condition I found him in.”

Its obvious that Nat clues into something Peter misses and if he thought that story about his father being abusive was fake, which he didn’t, he extra didn’t now. Its pretty obvious Tony didn't appreciate the accidental comparison, if he’s generous about describing Tony’s reaction. “You can’t just bring home strays,” Nat tells him.

“Well I did and he’s fine. He’s pretty funny actually, and he’d probably be a lot prettier if his shit stick of an ex didn’t bruise his face,” he says, sparing Peter a soft glance and he needs to get his god damn head checked because he shouldn’t feel a small bit of pride at that. God, has living with Quent for so long really left him this starved for positive attention? Peter kind of hates him, for just a moment, before the spark of anger fades into general dismissal. He’s just too tired to give a shit about Quent anymore.

“Put him back where you found him,” Nat tells him.

Tony flips her off instead of responding.

*

Its not exactly like Tony really meant to keep Peter, its just that he never really went home and someone had to buy him clothes because he couldn’t walk around wearing dirty alley clothes forever, and obviously he needed new shoes, and Tony genuinely didn’t intend on keeping him around. He’d sort of expected to have some type of moral dilemma in which he had to figure out what the hell to do with him given that he can’t reasonably let him go and he wasn’t about to keep Peter against his will either but that’s not what happened.

Instead Peter takes to him nicely and Tony’s always been a real sucker for the curious ones. Pepper tells him he’s always wanted someone to worship him but that sure shit isn’t true, if it was they never would have been married for seven years but she claims they divorced because she’s not exactly the worshiping type. Neither is Peter but he doesn’t feel the need to fill her in on all the quirks of Peter’s personality that he doesn’t show to anyone else. He likes having what feels a bit like secret access to Peter’s life and its clear Peter gets a thrill out of it too.

Like first of all he’s so not as sweet and innocent as he looks and that’s probably his favorite thing about Peter, the way he seems to be able to hide so much behind a pretty face, a face that looks young. There are drawbacks though and Tony is trying his best to not be annoyed with Peter at the moment because he’s decided to sit in his lap in an outfit that should be illegal while he toys with Tony’s tie and he knows that Tony’s neck is sensitive.

He tries to shoo Peter off but Peter smacks his hand, giving him a dirty look and the little fucker. Tony presses his phone to his shoulder to muffle the noise and sighs. “Peter, be good,” he says. Its usually enough to get him to stop his shit, Tony figured out pretty early on that he’s got a thing for praise and Tony has always been fond of handing out compliments, assuming the person he’s handing them to has earned them.

No such luck this time though as Peter leans in, hands wrapped around his tie and Tony isn’t usually fond of mint green as a color but it looks pretty on Peter’s nails. “No, you’ve been in here all day,” he says, whines almost and Tony shouldn’t find that endearing either. Usually he finds that kind of thing irritating as hell, he doesn’t really do high maintenance but he can’t help but love Peter, has almost since he first saw him.

“I have things to do, you know that,” Tony tells him, free hand settling on his thigh.

Peter huffs, “yeah, me. I’m stuff, hang up,” he tells Tony, tugging at his tie a little. 

Oh, that’s more than a little tempting but Tony actually does have shit to do. He doesn’t exactly like dealing with Rogers, never has on account of he finds the guy to be a pompous self righteous asshole but they do have a problem with HYDRA attempting a quiet attempt to squeeze them both out. And if there’s anything they hate more than each other its fucking Nazis. They might actually land higher on Tony’s shit list than abusers so he’s not fucking fond of finding them all over Manhattan. 

Rogers seems to be finding them at alarming rates in Brooklyn too and he’s got less patience for Nazis than Tony, which is almost a little impressive. So they figured they might as well make a temporary agreement, get rid of the fuckers once and for all and Peter, for all his temptation, is not quite as pressing as this. But he also happens to know when Peter’s in a mood, little brat, he won’t just go away.

So he figures he’ll bargain. “Peter,” he says, hand sliding a little higher on his thigh. “If you’re good we’ll do whatever you want, just us,” he tells him.

Peter’s eyes light up as he leans in, “can we go a week in Italy?” he asks and its the largest thing he’s ever asked for. Usually he hesitates to ask for even the small things and fuck sakes, Tony can’t say no to that, Peter will never ask for anything ever again.

He squeezes Peter’s thigh, “sure. If you’re good,” he says and presses the phone back to his ear. Peter releases his tie and squirms a little on Tony’s lap, earning a look for it but Peter shrugs innocently like its a total accident that his ass is right over Tony’s dick. It isn’t and they both know it but Peter settles in, remaining still with Italy on the line. Nat and Pepper so won’t be impressed with him ditching them with HYDRA but Natasha has never minded killing anyone Nazi or not and Pepper is probably more competent with the business side of things than him anyway, he figures he’ll leave things in good hands and if Rogers whines he knows he’s all about family. Can’t possibly complain when Tony’s taking time for his without looking like an asshole about it.

[redex-writes]

For the anon that requested a WereLion!Leo fic! I wasn’t super clear on the whole concept, but after some clarification from another anon, I whipped something up that I hope is accurate to what you wanted. Thank you for the suggestion, I never write Fantasy AUs and it seemed like a good fit, and was really fun ^^

Fantasy/Medieval AU, Briefly mentioned period-typical homophobia 

Finding out that his boyfriend could turn into a giant cat probably should’ve fazed Vincent a lot more than it did. It probably said a lot about his life with how little it affected him, but he decided not to think about that too hard.

Strangely enough, it actually put some things into context. The more he thought about it the more he realized that Leo did have some pretty catlike tendencies that he hadn’t noticed until now. His affinity for napping in the sunny patches of his garden; the litheness and agile way he moved, sometimes startling Vincent by appearing by his side without making a sound; how Vincent would wake up on the mornings after he slept over with Leo’s head tucked under his chin, and watch him practically preen when Vincent ran his fingers through his hair and down his back.

It was Leo who’d seemed more surprised. When he’d told him that night, sitting on his rickety stairs with mugs of cider, he’d said it as if it were a death sentence. Vincent had paused for a few moments as he absorbed the information, then nodded and replied with a nonchalant, “Okay.”

Leo had looked at him as though he’d grown a second head.

“‘Okay?’ What do you mean, ‘okay?’”

Vincent had raised an eyebrow. “Did you want a different reaction?”

“No, no--I’m glad you’re so, uh...cool with it?” Leo was stammering, fingers tapping restlessly on his mug. “I just figured, you know, we’re getting kinda serious--I mean, I guess I shouldn’t assume, I don’t know where exactly you are, but--”

He’d relaxed markedly when Vincent leaned in to shut him up with a kiss, which was a win in Vincent’s book.

Despite the revelation (and the lengthy conversation that had followed about trust and boundaries), it wasn’t until weeks later that when Vincent first witnessed the change himself.

He’d been away for a few days, almost a week, lending his services to a convoy that’d been passing through the city. One of their men had been wounded in an attack the day before, and though he was on the mend, he was still in no shape to fight if the need arose. Vincent had offered to fill in his place, escorting some important dignitary to the next city over, secretly grateful to get away from the humdrum of the city guard. The trip had gone smoothly, but by the time he returned, he was entirely worn out. It made sense that he would be out of practice, but the thought sat heavy in his stomach all the way back home.

He had just handed his horse off to the tired-looking stablehand, already thinking about his warm bed back home, when a muffled crash from outside snapped him to attention. He glanced back at the stablehand, but they were already leading the horse back into the stables and didn’t seem to have heard. Curious, and maybe still jumpy from his trip, he made a split-second decision and followed the noise.

Slowly, as quietly as he could, Vincent crept around the side of the stables where he’d heard the noise. There was another crash, louder this time, followed by a low muttering that he couldn’t quite make out. Suddenly, three figures appeared from behind the stable, and he quickly pressed himself against the wall to avoid being seen. He couldn’t make out who they were, but two of them seemed to be pushing the third along, talking in low tones as they hurried past the stables and down the dirt path leading into the forest. Heart in his throat, Vincent waited for a moment before following at a safe distance, hand on his sword.

He lost sight of the trio a few times around the winding trees, but they were speaking more clearly now in the supposed privacy of the forest. He recognized their voices but couldn’t put faces to them, and could only make out snippets of their conversation as they travelled further into the trees.

They stopped suddenly, forcing Vincent to quickly dart behind a thick oak to keep his cover. He couldn’t see what was happening from this angle, but he heard a distinct thump and a muffled yelp, followed by a barked order to “keep him there.”

After a few moments of rustling, the man who’d given the order grunted.

“Alright, let him talk. I’d like to hear what he’s got to say for himself.”

The other person chuckled. There was a brief pause, then:

“You assholes better untie me right fucking now, or else!”

Vincent’s heart dropped into his boots, eyes widening. Leo’s voice was full of rage, and he grunted as he supposedly thrashed against the tree.

“Cut that out,” the first man snapped, and Leo fell silent.

“Now,” the man said in a cold, calm tone that made Vincent’s skin crawl, “would you care to elaborate? We ‘better untie you right fucking now, or else’...?”

Silence. The man laughed, and whoever was with him joined in.

“That’s what I thought. Not so tough now without your bodyguard, are you?”

Leo made a dangerous noise that sounded startlingly like a growl. It took Vincent a moment before he realized with a start that they were referring to him.

As if confirming his statement, the man spoke again. “You’re like his little lapdog, aren’t you? You think that because you’re all cozy with a guard, we’d just forget about your debt?”

“Harvey,” Leo growled, his voice gritty and low.

Harvey cut him off before he could continue.

“You’ve certainly been elusive without him around. What’s changed, Leo? I don’t remember you being such a coward.”

The other man snickered, but Leo said nothing.

There were a few beats of silence before Harvey spoke again.

“Ray,” he said, addressing his cohort, “do a quick patrol around the area. I’m going to have a little chat with Leo.”

“Got it.”

The sound of footsteps reminded Vincent that he was in a very, very vulnerable position right now. His hand tensed on his sword as he readied for a fight, but luckily, Ray seemed to have chosen to check the far side of the clearing first. He breathed a silent sigh of relief, but kept his ears peeled.

“Let’s cut the shit, Leo,” Harvey said, breaking Vincent’s train of thought. His voice was much quieter, but there was a tone to it that Vincent really didn’t like. “You and I both know that you could get out of this right now, if you wanted to. I’m the only one who knows. No one would believe me if I told them your little secret, would they?”

Leo stayed silent again, but Harvey wasn’t done.

“But that isn’t the secret you want to keep under wraps, now is it?”

There was a sharp inhale, like Leo had sucked a breath through his teeth. Vincent could hear the grin in Harvey’s voice when he spoke.

“You’ve got no self preservation, we both know that much. But what would happen if that other damning little secret came out? It wouldn’t just hurt you, Leo.”

“Harvey,” Leo warned. His voice was different, but Vincent couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was.

“I wonder how the people would react? How the guards would react?”

Harvey’s voice lowered to a hiss, but Vincent heard it loud and clear. “I wonder what the Crown would do if they found out that their golden-boy soldier was fucking a man?”

The thrashing sounds started up again, louder and more violent than last time. When Leo spoke again, his voice definitely had a deeper, rougher quality that made Vincent’s hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t dare--”

“You underestimate me.” Harvey sounded like he was smirking. “I won’t hesitate to inform the Crown’s court about your little friend. He’ll be ruined, cast out, maybe even killed; and you’ll have only yourself to blame.”

Several things happened at once. Vincent glanced to his left just in time to lock eyes with a startled-looking man, already holding his sword at the ready. Ray opened his mouth to call out to Harvey. There was a great snapping and creaking and, just as the shout left Ray’s throat, it was swallowed by a great, thunderous roar.

Vincent and Ray both stumbled back in shock at the sound that seemed to shake the trees around them. Vincent recovered first, regaining his footing a split second before Ray, and launched himself forward just as he was beginning to turn. He drew his sword mid-step and skillfully knocked the other one away, sending it flying into the brush and leaving his own blade hovering at Ray’s neck.

He couldn’t look away in fear of the man escaping, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see a large shape lumbering into the moonlight in the centre of the clearing. Harvey sounded panicked, leagues away from his previous cocky tone.

“W-wait--Leo, back up--”

Making a split-second decision, Vincent grabbed the front of Ray’s shirt and hauled him forward into the clearing. He shoved him down towards where Harvey was on the ground, trying to crawl backwards away from…

Despite the situation, Vincent’s breath caught in awe.

Instead of Leo, a large lion was stalking towards the men cowering on the ground. Sleek tawny fur shone in the patches of moonlight, the light reflecting off snarling teeth. 

Managing to shake himself out of his shock, Vincent turned to the men and drew himself up to his full height.

“If I were you,” he said coldly, “I would get my ass out of here. If you speak a word to anyone of what has happened tonight, it is not the lion you will have to be worried about.”

His words were punctuated by a growl from the lion. With gaping mouths and eyes full of terror, Harvey and Ray pulled themselves up and turned, stumbling over each other as they fled the forest.

Vincent let out a long breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, the lion--Leo--was staring up at him. His eyes were so similar it was almost startling, but the emotion was clear. Vincent smiled warmly.

“That’s one way to welcome me home,” he teased.

And, though he knew it was impossible, he swore that the lion rolled his eyes.

[maxbradley]

Back Into the Fray

Quiet students filtered through the criss-crossed paths, heads bowed low, peering into parchment. Some read while others took notes. A couple of professors, one stout and one tall, indulged in Tchaikovsky within their noise-cancelling padding at the music appreciation booth. The only sounds were of that of the flipping of pages and the skritch-scratch of ballpoint pens and mechanical pencils, and the occasional click of the due date stamp and stapler. Underneath the high ceiling roof of the mundane conundrum, the college library was having one of its better days. A shady area housed three individuals, two hunched over their homework assignments upon the long desk while the other laid back in the cushioned armchair reading the latest issue of Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition. "Look, Bobby, you're just as behind on your work as I am—and you haven't missed a single class!" "Wassah?" The dog took a gloved hand and lowered his blue-tinted shades, as if he never knew. "Don't play dumb!" Max hissed, keeping his voice low enough to not disturb the study of others. PJ looked away from his notebook and nodded his head in agreement before speaking, "At this rate you might as well get kicked out." Bobby groaned and covered his face with the 2-page pin-up of a voluptuous lady clad in a polka dot bikini, "But it's so boring, Economics." "At least get the first five chapters and then we could hang out at the café— "Or go out to the club— The black dog let out a smirk, "That works too, but hurry it up—I'm starving!" "Fine!" The magazine lay on the cushion as the lazy boy rummaged through his pack to take out the crumpled packets. … "Oh man—Peej, did we have to get that book too?" "Yeah. Go look for it in the Reference Section and make some photocopies; here," handing Max a five-dollar bill. He was about to protest when his best friend raised a hand, "use it." "Thanks, Peej.." ***** Goof Boy sighed as he browsed through rows upon rows of dusty covers, trying to find that book assigned for the class to buy weeks earlier. He would have stuck around for those classes, if it hadn't been for that "little incident" in the locker room… "Just my luck," through grit teeth. It had been a month after they crashed together. All Max could remember before fainting from exhaustion was being laid out on the narrow wooden bench, feeling himself clothed by the man that nearly killed him. He was able to catch a glimpse of the crimson liquid as it flowed down the metal grill, but was too tired at the time to feel sick to his stomach— And his voice. So gentle— "Max." Too familiar. Breathing stopped for a millisecond before the boy wheeled around and glared into sapphire orbs. All of a sudden the dust in the air smelled of musk. Maximilian caught himself in the last second before shouting out an obscenity, biting his tongue down.

Never did Bradley realize that they were practically the same height. It was hard to look down on the naïve individual—this supposed "good kid" on campus. Already a tinge of envy flushed his cheeks, showing red. Max felt something catch in his dry throat. Both had to look away at a wall, shelf or something to distract from this awkward first encounter after that strange afternoon. Painful seconds went by before the white dog looked down in front of the kid and cleared his throat, "How've you been?" "Terrible." "You sure about that?" "Positive." Brad growled, "Can you stop answering in one-word sentences??" "No." Deadpan look. The jock furrowed his brows closer together and raised shaking fists before shutting his eyes, and taking a good, long breath. He swore he heard a chuckle from the other guy's throat, only augmenting his frustration, "Max." as the hot air escaped him, "I just want to know if you're doing better. That's all I need to know. If you don't want to talk, I understand! I'll leave you alone— "Then why the hell are you here?!" Louder hiss— "Actually, Max, I want to know, if… " Bradley trailed off on his words as a classmate of theirs strutted by, the girl's hips swaying—She wasn't alone. The dark-skinned chick was followed by a couple others, equally attractive. Max couldn't help but follow Brad's gaze, but was left in his spot as the senior caught up to the chatter and began to work his black magic. In a matter of minutes the students were giggling madly, blush attacking their cheeks. Bradley didn't even have to touch them. His gentlemanly demeanor made them putty in his hands, "Why don't you all come over to the Gamma House tomorrow night? We're holding your typical frat party. Bring some more of your friends along, won't you? You lovely ladies~" He slipped them his personal business card and both males stared after their departure. Brad turned around to catch Max leaning against the shelf, mouth hanging wide open in astonishment, "How--? You just—Heh??" loss for words, The guy laughed aloud—"Shh!" from the other side of the towering wall of books—"Jealous much??" Max just looked at him, dumbfounded… "May… be?" "Well, ha, don't be. You're not a chick, are you?" "I'm not a chick!" Max's face flared with pink when his stomach doubled over and growled. Lunchtime wasn't too far off. Grateful that the ice was broken, Bradley chuckled into his loose fist and got straight to his offer, "Do you want to hang out later, tonight?" Goof was taken aback by this brash approach; the pink went a couple of shades darker before he felt a twinge within the denim cover, throwing his cheeks into a red color. And still hungry. "I, gotta go." Max was about to run away before he groaned, "I couldn't find the book I was looking for dammit!" Holding up a slip of paper in his rival's face. A thumb and finger ripped it away from his grasp and before the boy knew it he had a weight thrown into his fumbling hands. Pages fluttered before the cover slammed the hard thin carpet. "You're welcome." The senior whirled around and left him there kneeling to pick up the required Economics text. When Max knew that the man had exited the scene, he began to pant wildly, quietly. His arms shook violently, and he did everything in his power to control the blood rush flowing through his being: A bead of sweat rolled down his damp forehead, and he wiped it off just as quick. So maybe he wasn't feeling oh so terrible, after all. "Max-a-million! Where'd you die off to??" The glove brushed through the black hair; the boy regained all sanity and smiled sheepishly at his friends, "Don't worry guys— It took forever to find this stupid book!" ***** "Do you want to 'hang out'?? What the hell… " Max echoed to himself and felt a chill go down his spine on this early September night. Homecoming wasn't too far off. "Whatever." Taking his gloves and rubbing his bare arms for warmth, slowly shifting his weight forward on the dark Frat Row street, sneakers kicking loose pieces of the cracked asphalt. The crunch of gravel was almost soothing as he attempted to filter his downright stupidity for even thinking to walk around these parts of the college town. Max Goof felt guilty for cutting his party with the guys short, telling them through the booming stereo and the strobe lights that he had, apparently, more homework to do. They won't be back at the dorm anytime soon. The house loomed over him in a black silhouette, the full moon glaring down on its peaked roof. Like some haunted mansion. He shuddered. The wooden planks creaked with each careful step. He held his breath as he faced the slab separating him from his living hell. The unsure hand curled onto itself. Max took a breath as if diving into a pool, shut his eyes and tightened the fist. Then, the weight came down. "Don't bother." The silence shattered. The boy almost cracked his neck to see a flash of red that disappeared within the orbs and darkened features of his predator, "So, you really want this, don't you?" A devilish smirk. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" The other hyperventilating. "Aren't you a little young to have that?" "Shut up!" A practical yell. Bradley burst laughing in good health, "If we were friends, I'd say you're the funniest one I've had!" What is wrong with this freak?! A manly pat on the back took on a firm grip, "Come on in~" The door opened with ease; practically open. Maximilian took this precious time to scan the whole house; they walked at a normal pace. He spotted a billiard table, an unlit fireplace and mantle, a mirror, their coat of arms. Everything was coated in thick shadows; no one seemed to be here. Eerie. The path separated into two hallways. The boy lost his sense of direction. Pretty soon the two went up a flight of grand stairs, scarlet and velvet and a shine of pale yellow in the moonlight, "Is this gold?" Gloves ran a finger on the railing as he whispered in awe. "Easily impressed—like a child, I see." The dog blushed in embarrassment, "I'm not a child." "Don't lie to me, kid—you might have gone nuts the last time but I can still see your innocent self," "What?" Max frowned, "I don't remember that." Bradley seemed a little confused himself, "Well, yeah, don't you—?" he coughed violently as if erasing over what he just said, "—Does your head still hurt, Max?" " . . . It's fine." A heavy silence hung over their heads when they reached the end of the bedroom hall, in front of dark double doors, etched with a plethora of carvings—symbols. Thousands of eyes stared the couple down from the thick wood. Columns on both sides of the door touched the ceiling, frilling out at the top in the form of wings—intricate, and overpowering. The largest eye radiated with the glitter of gold dust with elegance, a menace. Above everything . . . "This is…” - hating to sound feminine as the boy's eyes drank this work of art in, "beautiful." "Dangerous." Two strong hands pushed the barrier open. Bradley didn't even wait for the doors to close—Grabbing a rough hold around the boy's waist, the other hand thrust into Max's shirt and rubbed up, down his sides, back, chest— The nipples hardened through the black fur, "Bradley!— "You're mine." A deep growl—dark and sensual; Max jolted with ecstasy despite his mental protests, "stop—!" Already sweating, the jock removed his thick sweater and began to unbutton a crisp, super-thin work shirt with such fervor, "Take it off!—"What?!" "Off!" Going into the sophomore's neck and taking a forceful tongue to the shoulder blade, within— "Brad”—a playful bite, "Bradley!" he breathed. Panting wildly, Max saw bare fingers exposed when his personal enemy removed the glove. Ebony took the bottom of his pale red top and raised it up and over his head while the other, shirt open, began to suck mercilessly on his collarbone, letting his own hands run rampant across the boy's damp chest, down his abdomen.—"Oh!" growling on his own. Bradley grabbed his ass before raising his legs against the closed door and let his kisses travel wherever bare flesh resided; the deepest kiss within Max's navel—Calloused hands thrust onto the jock's head and pulled at his hair in tight fists pushing inward to his skull—All at once Max heard a crazed voice within him, Crush it. Before the command carried out, he let out a groan when something pressed against the bulge in his jeans—The young man bit through the rough material at something hard and quivering— "F—Fu—!" Max couldn't even finish his cursing—The man under him began to suck harder through the denim, "Moan." "Godda—"Do it!!" "No!" Max bit his lip and belted out a scream—"I said do it—kid!" "NO!" Bellowing and letting a fist slam onto Brad's head— The senior convulsed in rage and tore away from the wall, letting the kid take a hard fall on his rear end— "Ow! Brad, what the hell—!" Shoulders pinned against the wall, "Max. You wanna have a good time? You play nice. And I'll give you a good time." The boy glared at his contorted expression; throat scratched to gather up enough saliva to spit in the leader's face—"You play, breaking the rules, and I'll give you a rough screwover—You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Last couple of words a harsh whisper. Max paled and choked a bit on the mouth's acid as he swallowed it down. " . . . I don't. I-I'll, play”—hating himself for saying this—"nice." Brad removed the shirt completely, "Good." A sudden smile escaped his lips and the other shuddered—being carried up in fleshed strong arms like a woman to bed— A woman. Max's dignity shot to the ground—"Stop that! Let me go—Brad!!" Flailing arms fisting his chin trying to crush the jaw— "Dammit, Max!" Eyes wild—"You're not making this easy for either one of us!" "Well then I guess this is a good thing!" He spat. The jock grit his teeth madly and rather threw him into the sheets— Blood red, luxurious, silken sheets—"Max! You're such a bitch!" Yelling at his face, which reverted back to that deadpan look, "That makes two of us." Lip curled. The white dog leered over the other, who sat himself up to maintain equal eye level—Both glared into each other's pupils, one with damaged pride; the other with a latent wrath… Minutes trudged on in the muck of their hatred for each other… Yet, at the same time… "You're such a stubborn bitch." "Thank you." letting out a sigh. Bradley's eyelids closed halfway, taking a hand through his own hair, and then brushed though Max's, fingers smoothly running down that floppy ear. The fingers cupped his chin, gentle. Silent. Their frowns stayed in place; but then slowly loosened—relaxed, even.  As lips moved closer together Max had to look away, behind him, embarrassed. The lids of both males drooped filtering out any light, the dim light cast upon them in an ominous glow. Their world went black when tissue made contact, softly. Max didn't know why, but he felt almost safe in this isolation. He kissed back, holding on to Bradley's bottom lip— The jock felt a hot rush to his cheeks and tilted his head, twisting his neck to get past the muzzle and into the crevice… The enemies could not restrain themselves any longer—"Max!" The senior took a deep breath of oxygen and thrust his tongue within the boy's mouth, he doing the same—both faces flared with scarlet. The dog leaned forward, dragging Max up the bed—pressing his leg right on the crotch, bending it even more to rest upon the stomach. The boy let a hand rest within the sandy brown keratin, his own hair tousled, while the other rested at his side, leaving Uppercrust to do whatever he wished. The kiss ended. Max finally opened his eyes to a sane man, who was blushing all the while as the saliva gooped down his chin. He wiped it off and, breathing shallow, planted a small peck upon his compromised lover's forehead, beading with sweat. Tan fingers trailed down the boy's face, aching neck, breast and navel and upon the zipper—Max let out a shaky sigh as he heard the fabric being pried open, "Unbutton it for me." Goof Boy did just that. "Now mine… unzip. Slip 'em off as far as you can." If it hadn't been for the threat earlier, the black dog wouldn't have been so subservient. Bradley suddenly pulled the jeans down, underwear and all, peeled them off Max's ankles and feet and threw them off the king-sized mattress— "Hey!" Careful not to raise his voice as he saw himself exposed to his rival, who licked his lips hungrily. Pink burned the other dog's cheek, "Brad…" A long, thin finger stroked the length of the throbbing organ, down the sacs, and back up again, with the whole hand petting the tamed animal down, "Bradley." Biting his lip to suppress a moan. The stray appendages went lower, closing in to that familiar entrance—"please stop." A tiny whimper as Max dug his own fingers into the bed sheets, controlling an emerging aggravation. "I'm such a tease!" Giggling to himself, the young man finally took off his own pants and boxers. That last time, Max never bothered to check out his "friend's" package—Blushing madly, he had to look away and cough into a woven fist—Everything about his rival's body was arousing, perverted. Hanging around with PJ and Bobby for so long, he forgot what an ideal man looked like; to not have an ounce of fat in his anorexic gut. Brad could write an entire ode—an essay—on the boy's wide hips, at the same time sporting a lovely, slender waist and toned, strong legs. Had he not known any better, he would have thought that he was about to fuck a girl! He had to stop himself from coming at the very idea. The face he made the boy giggle, "pfft! Ha haha!”—delving into his dad's famous chuckle— Agh! "goddammit!" Sweat flew a mile's radius as he clamped his mouth shut! The senior got startled at first, then broke into a good humored smile, laughing at his new friend's blunder, "Cute!" "I'm not cute!" "You're sexy, then!" "What??" It took them a whole minute to calm themselves down. As they controlled their breathing Max had sat up and leaned his head onto Brad's shoulder. This surprised him; he expected a tight wound fist. Unsure of what to do next, an arm hesitantly raised itself, curling and uncurling fingers until they hovered over Max and rested on the side of the neck. "What now?" Goof Boy asked. The dominant nature of the young man returned. He twisted his neck in the direction of the voice and gave Max a kiss on the cheek, "Make a wish on the Morning Star… and close your eyes."

[reminiscing-writer]

Spencer Reid x Reader where she confesses shes always loved him while held at gun point like jj did?? Thank you baby ❣

YES OKAY *clears throat*

WARNING:

References to rape, being held hostage, violence

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You were shaking, not from fear, but from the cold of the freezer you were being held hostage in.

Your captor played with the revolver in his hands, and put it to his bottom lip, as if he were thinking, “I’m bored! Come on! Give me a good one!” He exclaimed loudly, his voice booming in the closed room.

“David, there are agents en route, there’s no use in dragging your game out.” Spencer, your fellow partner and captive, spoke up. He was hunched over from a previous fight between him and the unsub, his left eye black and blue, hair disheveled, and cheeks bloody with scratches. Both of you had your hands tied behind your back, and were sat to face one another.

“But, you see,” David Bryce said with a tsk, “the game is what makes the killing even more fun.” He pointed the gun to you, “Tell me a secret.”

You rolled your eyes. You had it with his bullshit game. For the past hour he had just been having you and Spence reveal petty things about yourself. He wasn’t getting anything that satisfied him, and you planned on keeping it that way.

“I’m an alien,” you said, looking at him cocking your head, “bite me.”

Bryce wasn’t having at your smart remark, and hit you with the butt of his gun. Aiming the revolver back at you, he rolled the cylinder and pulled down the hammer, making the bullets make a noise as one fell into the barrel.

“I said,” he growled, “tell me a secret. And make it good,” he walks towards Spence, taking the gun off you. He hits him with the guns butt, causing your friend to fall to side, groaning, with a bloody nose, “or Pretty Boy gets it.”

“Spence! You asshole!” You growled, pulling at the restraints holding you back. He pulled his leg back to kick Spence, when you yelled out, “Fine! I’ll tell you!”

He grimaced at your surrender. Looking at you expectantly, he walked towards you.

“Tell your Prince Charming here about that time in college.” He smirked to you.

Your eyes widened at him, “W-What?” You breathed out quietly.

“You remember, don’t you? With that party girl phase.” He looked at you like a predator with its prey. You could tell he was happy to have stricken a nerve.

You felt as though a wall you had built up around you had crumbled in a matter of seconds. “Please,” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“We haven’t got all day,” he played with him in his hands, “Party Girl.” He smirked.

You clenched your jaw, trying to play a strong character, “It was nothing. I was in college and got wasted at a party.” You avoided eye contact with both your captor and your best friend. Spencer had no idea what you were talking about. He looked at you with confused eyes.

“Oh, come on!” David come towards you, “Don’t make me push it out of you.” He threatened, grabbing your jaw roughly.

You had tried for years to bury this memory, and here you were, at gunpoint, having to relive it, in front of your friend.

You gulped, “I was in college,” you started off quietly, “I was at a party, and had a few too many drinks. My- my boyfriend at the time said he would take me home, but,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, and blinked twice as you felt your chest tighten, “but, instead him and a few of his friends took me into the basement of the house we were in, and they took advantage of me.” You quickly spit out, running through your sentence, like it burned your tongue.

David peered his eyes at you. He squat down in front of you, “How many guys were there?”

You avoided his eyes, “Four.” You whispered. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you.

“Did they take turns?” He pryed. “Or, just go all at once with you?” You could see a smile on his lips.

“Leave me alone.” You whispered again, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“I bet your boyfriend didn’t even feel bad about it, did he? He probably knew you liked it.” David wouldn’t budge from in front of you. You clenched your jaw tight, “You did like it, didn’t you?” He grabbed your face to look at him, “You’re just a whore, you probably loved it.”

“Hey!” Spencer called for David’s attention.

You gathered saliva in your mouth, and spit at him, “I said, leave me alone.” You growled.

He slapped you, and grabbed your jaw tightly, “Leave her alone!” You heard Spencer struggle against his restraints.

“You told the police, didn’t you?” David started again, his face inches away from yours, “But they didn’t believe you.”

You stare back at his cold eyes, memories coming back to you. The party, the incident, the pain and betrayal.

David let go of your face, and started to unbutton your top, “Stop,” you pleaded, scooting yourself back, only to have him pull you back front by your collar.

He undoes your bottons, ignoring Spencer’s pleas to leave you alone. You sit completely still, looking down in shame. He runs his hands over the top of your breast, tracing a scar.

“Your boyfriend do this? Because you didn’t want his friends to touch you?” His cold touch stung you.

“When I was twelve, in high school, I was tricked by a girl I liked, to strip down in front of the whole school and I was tied to a goal post!” Spencer cried out, getting David’s attention, finally. “When I was ten, my father left my mother and I, and I’ve been caring for her since.” He starts spitting out secrets, in attempt to drive David away from you.

He fails, as David turns back to you, kissing your neck. You turn your head as far away as you can, and feel your bottom lip quiver, “Please,” you tremble, “leave me alone.”

He backs up, looking at you, eye to eye, “Tell Dr. Reid the one secret you were never planning on revealing.” He wise thriving off your pain and fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even sure when you started crying.

“Tell him you love him.” He whispered quietly, so Spencer couldn’t hear.

You looked down, crying harder at your exposed chest. You knew exactly where this was going. David was satisfied with breaking you, and now, it was the end for you.

You took a shaky deep breath, “Spencer,” you looked at the broken man before you. He had shed a few tears along with your story, and his bloody nose had dried, “I love you.” You admitted sadly.

His hair was matted down to his sweaty forehead, “Y/n, don’t do this, please.” He shook his head.

“I mean it,��� You chuckled softly, “I do love you. I have, for a long time. Even though you don’t believe in love at first sight, I think that’s what it was.” You smiled small. “I loved you when you wore your big nerdy glasses, to when you got your boy band haircut. And, I love you now.”

Spencer looked at you dearly.

David came up behind you, and leaned down to your ear, whispering, now loud enough for Spencer to hear, “Do you love him enough to die for him?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “No,” he whispered in disbelief.

“Yes,” You answer, looking at nothing but Reid.

“No! No, y/n! Don’t!” Spencer cried out, pulling against his ropes.

“Say it.” David said, pulling his gun back into view.

“Yes,” you breathed, “I love Spencer, and I would die for him.”

“Y/n! No! David, please! Stop!” He cried desperately, pulling at his hands with no prevail. You felt the cold barrel of the gun touch the back of your head. Defeated, you shut your eyes, and felt tears run down your cheeks. Spencer was screaming in the corner, also crying, seeing his best friend about to be executed.

There was a thumping on the freezer door, and with a loud bang, simultaneously, the door flew open, and you felt a sharp pain in your chest. You felt yourself fall, face flat, and rolled onto your back, groaning in agonizing pain.

Looking down, you saw two holes in your abdomen. One right by the scar on your breast, and one to the side of your stomach.

You curled into a ball, hoping to ease the pain, but that was useless. The blood ran everywhere, covering the floor beneath you. The team had all entered the room you were in, and Derek and Emily took away a resistant David, while JJ untied Spencer. He ran towards you the instant he was free.

Falling beside you, he took your head into his lap, “Y/n, oh god, y/n, please.” He wiped the hair away from your face, the blood all on his hands, as well as your face. “Just hang on, the medics are here, Hotch is bringing them in.”

Your hands were still tied behind your back, but you nod to his bloody nose with your eyes, “Sorry,” You cough, “that’s on me.” You chuckle lowly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling your shirt, to cover your exposed chest, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been able to talk him down, I-” he rambles.

“Hey, I’m going to be fine, don’t worry.” You say, your eyes dropping. You feel tired, and even colder than before.

“Damn right,” he nodded, sniffling, “You have to. You can’t just die on me after confessing your love like that.” He half smiled.

You copied his crooked smile, “Yeah, you have to make me your girlfriend after this. I took a bullet for you.” You try laughing, but it comes as a cough making you wince in pain.

The EMT comes in, and Spence and the medic undo your bindings and help you onto the stretcher. They get Spence and you into an ambulance- him insisting on staying with you. They sedate you, in order to see the situation and stitch you accordingly.

As your eyes begin to close, and your breathing slows, Spencer takes your hand in his, as an EMT works on a cut on his cheek, “Hey,” he calls for your attention. You turn your head to him, barely nodding, “I love you too.” You shut your eyes, a smile taking its place on your lips.

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Lol wat was that lmao that was different than expected

[megan-is-mia]

One Night Only Chapter 1 (Poly! Giomis w/ Artist! Reader)

(more reposting, reader’s nickname is ember)

((the gangbangers names are a reference to the three stooges))

“This is nice” (Y/n) said to herself laying on the floor with her sketchbook open and a pencil in her hand. Her phone was unlocked and was displaying a picture she’d taken that morning. There was a light knock on her apartment door that was then followed by the handle being turned as her boyfriends let themselves in.

“Shit it’s been a long day” Mista groaned kicking off his shoes and tossing his hat and coat on the couch before sinking into the floor next to (Y/n).

“Hang your coat up Guido, at least be a courteous guest,” Giorno said clicking his tongue, he hung his coat up and put his shoes away before joining his lovers on the rug in front of the couch.

“Nope, too tired” Mista replied slumping back and using the couch as a back pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. (Y/n) let out a chuckle as she blew a kiss at her boys before returning her attention to the sketchbook.

“Whatcha drawing?” Giorno said leaning down to squint at the few lines of graphite already on the paper before glancing at (Y/n)’s phone for context.

“Don’t look! It’s not ready yet!” (Y/n) protested trying to swat him away. “It’s supposed to be a sketch of the Veiled Christ, but I’m having some trouble with drawing the fabric,” she said glumly. Giorno let out a soft hum before pressing a kiss to the top of (Y/n)’s ear.

“I think it looks nice,” he said with an affectionate purr that was answered with a light punch from the girl who’s face had turned pink with a blush.

“Oh shush, how would you know? You say that about everything I draw, you know flattery will only get you so far” (Y/n) mumbled with a serious expression despite her flushed cheeks.

“Oh? How far will flattery get him, Ember?” Mista chimed in his eyes dropping down as the pet name left his lips and he grinned at (Y/n). She rolled her eyes and sat up closing the sketchbook with a sigh.

“Maybe a kiss or two. Anyways it doesn’t look like I’m not gonna get any work done until you idiots go home” (Y/n) said getting to her feet and putting her sketchbook away in her bedroom. When she returned, Mista was still sitting on the floor but Giorno had moved into the kitchen and started preparing dinner in her brief absence.

“Since I told you what I did today, mind filling me in on what shenanigans my gangstars got up to since I last saw you?” (Y/n) said sitting down next to Guido and leaning against his shoulder. (Y/n) had learned that Giorno and Mista were in the mob very early into their relationship.

To be honest, it kinda bothered her, but she understood why they did what they did. Between the choice of having them in the mob and having them behind bars for their crimes... she’d always chose the former without a second thought. (Y/n)’s only rule was that they were as honest as possible with her about what they did as mobsters.

“Nothing much ran from the cops, shot some drug dealers. You know the usual” Giorno provided nonchalantly as he mixed something in a pot as a pleasant aroma began to permeate the apartment. When he was finished cooking he called (Y/n) and Mista to the table so they could eat.

Halfway through the meal (Y/n)’s phone began ringing loudly. With a bemused expression, she rose from her seat to answer it, walking to her bedroom so she could have some privacy.

Giorno and Mista exchanged looks, shrugged before continuing eating. They stopped eating upon hearing a mournful cry from the bedroom. Rushing to the door and peeking in to watch (Y/n) pacing back and forth with the phone pressed to her ear.

“Summer’s in the emergency room? She was shot ten times? In the head and spine?! The surgery’s been going on for two hours? Is she gonna be okay?! Yes, I want to see her! Yes, I’ll be over soon!” (Y/n) said before hanging up and shoving her phone in her pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, lock the door when you leave. I love you!” she said throwing a passing glance at the boys as she went. Running as fast as she could down the street before hailing a taxi to speed her the rest of the way to the hospital.

Bursting out of the cab and sprinting to the front desk, (Y/n) slammed her hands down on the counter in front of the receptionist. The woman to her credit did not jump and instead looked calmly up at the frantic girl.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The woman said smoothly in a tone meant to put others at ease. But (Y/n) was not at ease as she panted furiously trying to catch her breath so she could speak.

“Which room is Summer O’Reilly in?! I’m her sister (Y/n), O’Reilly! I want to see her as soon as possible!” She babbled out still a bit out of breath. The receptionist, with a smile still on her face, looked down at her computer screen and typed something in. A few moments later she looked back up to address (Y/n).

“Officer O’Reilly is still in surgery but I can direct you to which room she will be taken too once the operation is complete,” the lady said helpfully and wrote down on a sticky note the location of Summer’s room before handing it to (Y/n) who uttered a quick thank you as she rushed towards the elevator.

Waiting for and then riding the elevator felt like an eternity to the girl who spun around impatiently. Once on the correct floor, she dashed to the room to find it mostly empty. The only person present was Summer’s patrol partner Officer Arabella Aramina who was slumped in a chair by the window.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up kiddo” Arabella said barely gracing (Y/n) with a glance. She kept her face neutral even though on the inside she was seething with rage and sorrow.

“The hospital just called me but they didn’t tell me much. Only they Summer had been admitted to the emergency room with multiple gunshot wounds” (Y/n) said dragging a chair over to Arabella and sitting beside her.

“Yeah gunshot wounds that’s putting it lightly,” Arabella said with a derisive snort. “It was more like those motherfuckers were trying to turn her into human Swiss cheese” she added with a growl. (Y/n) gave her an inquisitive look and she sighed deeply.

“Let me give you the facts before anybody tries to feed you shit. It wasn't supposed to get nasty yah hear. Me and Summer were scoping out a drug deal undercover. We were gonna find the perps and arrest them no pain no foul. But then a third party decided to show up. Turns out the deal was just a set up by Passione to clear out the bottom feeder drug dealers on their turf” Arabella explained her eyes darting around the room trying to avoid making eye contact with (Y/n).

“It turned into a firefight and Passione’s men slaughtered the dealers in a matter of minutes. I managed to get to cover but Summer didn’t and took the worst of it. Weird thing is they quit shooting after her sunglasses came off. And one of the thugs said something about them getting killed for injuring the Don’s member or whatever” Arabella said finishing her story and leaning back in her chair.

“What do you mean the Don’s member? And were they talking about Summer?” (Y/n) said more questions forming in her mind as she proceeded the details of Arabella’s story.

“I don’t fucking know, I couldn’t tell what they were saying! I was hiding in an alleyway. Though if I had to make a guess, I think they mistook Summer for a member of their Don’s inner circle” Arabella said with a sigh. (Y/n) felt her stomach twist into knots as she slumped down into the chair.

About half-an-hour later Summer was rolled in on a gurney and transferred into the hospital bed. Leaping out of her chair (Y/n) was by her sister’s side in an instant hugging the older girl lightly and crying.

“Sumi! You’re okay!” (Y/n) babbled using her sister’s childhood nickname as she pressed her head against the other’s chest. Summer raised a gauze-covered head to weakly ruffle the younger girl’s hair.

“Yup I’m okay, sorry for worrying you Emby” Summer said using her childhood nickname for her little sister in an effort to calm her. It didn’t help much as (Y/n) continued to sob against Summer’s hospital gown. The sisters remained embraced for a long time neither speaking until Summer began drifting off from all the drugs still in her system.

(Y/n) didn’t want to leave her sister’s side but the night-nurse kicked her out after about an hour. She began walking home to jittery to call a cab, her eyes darted mistrustfully down every alleyway she passed as she balled her hands in her pockets.

“Well, well, well what do have here? A little lamb wandering out in the night all by her lonesome” a creepy man’s voice said as he sidled up to (Y/n). His grin was rotten and half the teeth were missing from his mouth.

“She’s a real cutie ain’t she? What’s a fine young thing like you doing with a frown on your face?” Another man had snuck up on (Y/n)’s other side also grin unpleasantly. He had more teeth than his friend but his face covered in scars and bumps from brawls.

(Y/n) kept her head down trying to ignore the men, she even tried to walk faster to shake them off but they easily kept pace. The men (Scars and Smiles is what she decided to call them in her mind) were soon joined by a third man who walked directly behind the girl.

“Did your boyfriend dump you, sweetheart? I could be your new boyfriend sweet cheeks” this third man said, (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder and shivered at the sight of the man’s heavily tattooed skin.

“S-s-sorry, I’m not interested. I already have boyfriends, but thank you for the gracious offer” (Y/n) said her stomach flipping like a fish. She quickly dubbed the third man Tattoos as she tried to get away.

“Aww the little lamb is so flustered she can’t even think straight” Smiles groping (Y/n)’s ass and chuckling cruelly when she let out a squeak.

“I bet that pretty mouth of hers can make lots of other cute noises when it’s wrapped around my cock” Scars growled and smacked his lips loudly before grabbing at (Y/n)’s ass as well. Unlike Smiles though, he didn’t let go and continually squeezed the girl’s rump like a stress ball. Without thinking (Y/n) swung her fist and slugged him in the jaw. Scars released her ass to grab his face while Smiles and Tattoos stared dumbly.

Not wasting a moment (Y/n) began running as fast as she could. If she could make to her street she’d probably be safe but that was eight blocks away and the men chasing her were closing distance fast.

One of them took the lead and threw himself on top of her slamming her to the cement. Her hands were torn up by the friction of the concrete against her flesh and her nose was broken on impact.

“Gotta now you little bitch” Tattoos hissed and leaned down to lick (Y/n)’s neck having been the one to tackle her as Smiles and Scars finally caught up.

(Y/n)’s head had hit the ground pretty hard so it was understandable that her ears might be ringing a bit and her vision might be cloudy as a black limo pulled up to the curb beside her.

“Well, what do we have here? If I’m not mistaken it’s Liario, Elmo and Ricci~” A familiar voice said as the limo window was rolled down. “Weren’t you three already warned that the Don won’t tolerate this behavior anymore” the man in the limo went on in a bored tone.

“Help me! Please!” (Y/n) croaked spitting out blood that had trickled down from her nose into her mouth.

“Shut up bitch the men are talking!” Tattoos snarled slamming (Y/n)’s head back down against the ground. She let out a howl of pain which was answered by the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Please don’t shoot me! I don’t wanna die! Please, my sister’s in the hospital!” (Y/n) blathered the blood running into her eyes now as the limo door was opened and the man inside stepped out before slamming the door shut behind him.

“I told you to be quiet!” Tattoos roared bringing his hand back to strike (Y/n). She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the hit but when it didn’t come her eyes popped open in curiosity. The man from the limo had grabbed Tattoo’s wrist mid-swing before pressing a pistol against his temple with a grim expression.

“I wouldn’t hit her again if I was you Ricci” the man from the limo said coldly. “I really wouldn’t, do you know how many times you just insulted the Don just now?” the man said in a low tone his eyes dropping down to look tenderly at (Y/n) before returning to gazing at Tattoo with an icy gaze.

“What the fuck is going on?” Scars muttered massaging his still sore jaw as the man from the limo clicked his tongue.

“By my count that was two acts of physical assault and two acts of verbal abuse against the Don’s property,” the limo man said his brow furrowing in annoyance. “Of course it had to be four, absolutely unforgivable” he added which rung a faint bell of recognition in (Y/n)’s pain-addled mind.

“I don’t think you even deserve a second warning for this heinous crime. No one disrespects the Don of Passione or his prized Ember” the limo man said firing a bullet through Tattoo’s brain killing him instantly. Scars and Smiles received similar punishment even as Smiles tried to run yelling “Please Capo forgive us! Have mercy Capo Mi—“ but he was dead before he could finish the plea.

With all three thugs dead, the limo man pulled (Y/n) up from under Tattoo’s corpse and off the pavement into his arms. He opened the limo door and gently placed the girl inside before sliding in himself. Blinking weakly (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat as she realized there was a second man in the limo.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to get out to scold them Guido, or kill them for that matter. They must have really ticked you off and—” the second man whose voice had been causally bored came to an abrupt stop when he looked down at (Y/n). The girl felt herself blushing under the blood on her face and tried to sit up but the first male put a hand on her chest to keep her laying flat. The second male gently cupped her face in his hands with an expression of concentration.

“Stay still Ember, this is going to hurt but please bear with it” the second male said his golden curls of hair resembling an angelic halo to the bewildered girl’s unfocused gaze. A moment later sharp pain shot through (Y/n) and she began moaning out in pain. The first male had taken up petting her sides and mumbling encouraging words while his partner fixed up her wounds.

The shock of the fix-up was too much for (Y/n) to handle and she passed out before it was over. When she next woke up somebody was dabbing a wet towel against her face. Her eyes flickered open to see an unfamiliar girl with a determined expression dipping the towel back into a bowl of warm water and continuing to clean up her face.

“I’m Shelia E” the girl provided before (Y/n) could even open her mouth to ask. “The Don and his right-hand man brought you in about an hour or so ago” she added answering the second question (Y/n) had planned on asking as she looked at the room around her: it was a very ritzy looking bathroom.

“You were covered in blood and your clothes were filthy so they were throw out” Shelia E went on moving the towel to clean behind (Y/n)’s ears. At the mention of clothes the girl’s eyes darted down and she blushed when she saw all she had on was a silk bathrobe. Even her bra and panties had been removed making her shift uneasily as she became aware of the sensation of the air on her nethers.

“Hold still, I’m almost done. I had to cut part of your hair off because of all the blood and dirt. Hope you weren’t too attached to it” Shelia E said sternly as she finished cleaning (Y/n)’s face and surveyed her work with a satisfied nod.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Shelia E said pulling (Y/n) to her feet and herding her out of the bathroom into the small sitting room attached. (Y/n) sank into a large comfy looking loveseat that took up a quarter of the room trying to process what was going on.

“Wait what? Why do I have to get dressed?” (Y/n) said confusedly as Shelia E dropped a large box with a bow on it in her lap.

“Well I don’t want to judge but I think you need a little more clothes than just a robe. I don’t think the Don would like want your first introduction to his underlings to be so racy... but hey that’s your decision, not mine” Shelia E said with a shrug. Blushing vividly (Y/n) opened the box to find a beautiful red dress made of crushed velvet. Lifting out it out of the box, the bottom of the dress fell to the floor and the shoulder straps tied behind the neck.

“Where are the undergarments?” (Y/n) said turning the box upside down with a perplexed expression, a throng dropped on her lap but there was no matching bra. Shelia E shrugged and gave (Y/n) a nonchalant look.

“Great he’s a pervert just my fucking luck. I hope my boyfriends never find out about this, they’d never let me hear the end of it” (Y/n) grumbled and untied the robe dropping it on the floor. She slid the panties up before letting Shelia E help her into the dress which zipped up the back and fortunately had a build-in bra so her boobs were under control.

She refused Shelia E’s efforts to style her hair or put makeup on her face. Tying her hair back into simple braids that wrapped around her head like a circlet before joining into one braid that ended at the nape of her neck. Then applying some light make-up before turning back to Shelia E with a nervous smile.

“Okay, I’m ready to meet the Don... I guess” (Y/n) said allowing Shelia E to lead her out of the sitting room and down a set of carpeted stairs into the bustling club below. (Y/n)’s heart pounded and she kept her eyes down as she was led through the crowds of people talking, drinking, and laughing.

Until a familiar laugh caught her ears and made her head shot up to look for the source: Giorno. Once her eyes locked on him it was like everyone else in the room faded away as she sprinted towards him. She bumped into people and almost tripped in the stupid shoes she’d been forced to wear but it didn’t matter.

“GIORNO!” (Y/n) squealed and threw herself at the blonde. Giorno barely has time to react to his girlfriend launching herself into his lap but he managed to wrap his arms around her even as his chair tipped and toppled under the sudden movement.

The Don’s guards hadn’t been able to react in time to the girl throwing herself into the Don’s lap and knocking him over but they quickly swarmed in ready to remove the intruder. Giorno put up a hand to signal there was no need to act even as his face was covered in kisses by (Y/n).

“Hey don’t I get some sugar too?” Mista said squatting next to (Y/n) and Giorno. Without a single word (Y/n) eases her waist off of the blonde so she can tackle-hug the brunette and shower him with the same intensity of affection.

“God I’m so happy to see you! I was hoping I’d have a chance to... before I had to go see the Don and his lieutenant and thank them for saving me from some thugs” she said half-laughing and half-crying from the stress. Her head dropped to press against Mista’s chest as the laughing devolved into just crying.

“I’m a fucking mess aren’t I?” (Y/n) said between sobs. “Summer got shot by mobsters and I think she might have accidentally gotten involved with Passione’s Don because.... because” she was too distraught to speak as Mista scooped her up and carried her into a quiet drawing room with a couch at the back of it. He sat down on the couch with (Y/n) curled up in his arms like a puppy.

Giorno followed after his boyfriend and girlfriend into the drawing-room shutting the door behind them. He placed a hand on (Y/n)’s back petting lightly as he sank onto the couch beside Mista.

“Start from the beginning, all we know so far is that you left your apartment in a hurry and ended up on the bad side of town,” Giorno said in a soothing tone as he continued to pet the girl’s back.

“You’ve met my sister Summer right?” (Y/n) began and received affirmative nods. “And you know she’s a cop...” again she paused and again she was given the go-ahead to continue speaking. “Well while she was on a stakeout for a drug deal there was a firefight lead by Passione. And they stopped after hitting her cause they didn’t want to get in trouble for killing the Don’s member. She’s at the hospital now and in critical condition” (Y/n) managed to say without falling back into sobs.

“And then on my way home from the hospital I got jumped by gangbangers but a limo stopped and I guess the man erm men inside were the Don of Passione and his right-hand man. So now I owe a debt to the Don for saving me and I need to make sure my sister won’t be attacked by anyone while she’s in the hospital” this time she fell into sobs and Giorno and Mista let her cry until she regained control of herself.

“You look nice” Mista offered trying to lighten the mood. He hated seeing his girlfriend cry and he hated seeing her stress over things even more. He was hopeful that the flattery would trigger the normal response of brushing-off the words yet secretly accepting them as well.

“Don’t you even start Guido! I didn’t pick this monstrosity! Apparently, the Don had my old clothes thrown out and left this red eyesore as my only choice of attire” (Y/n) irritable said before Giorno’s nose pressed against the nape of her neck under where the dress was tied.

“So you don’t like the dress?” The blonde commented nuzzling absentmindedly at her neck. (Y/n)’s cheeks turned almost red as the dress as she let out a nervous giggle.

“Well okay, I guess calling it an eyesore is a little strong. It’s just... this dress must have cost thousands of lires. It’s too expensive for me and I’ve got practically nothing on underneath this thing” (Y/n) admitted quietly, noticing with some secret satisfaction that both boys looked hot and bothered now. Giorno has started kissing down the expanse of her bare back and Mista’s face had burrowed into her bosom to motorboat.

“Stop it! I still need to look presentable for the Don! I’ll come find you after my appeal and—“ (Y/n) was cut off by Mista’s head popping up from her boobs to crush his mouth against her lips playfully.

“—Nope, your appeal is happening right now” Mista said pulling back briefly then sticking his tongue in (Y/n)’s mouth and reaching around to untie the straps of her dress. Giorno has taken hold of the dress zipper in his mouth and began pulling it down. The drawing room’s door opened as Shelia E poked her head in. Both boys paused while (Y/n) scrambled to make herself presentable again.

“The car is ready and waiting out front Don Giovanna,” Shelia E said neutrally before shutting the door. (Y/n) stared blankly at the door before beginning to laugh nervously.

“Funny, that’s funny I could have sworn she called you Don just now” (Y/n) said still laughing uneasily when Giorno and Mista stared at her calmly her laughter began to fade into silence.

“Y-y-you’re the Don of Passione?” the girl said incredulously. When she received only cool nods, she felt her stomach twisting and her limbs became wobbly. If Mista hadn’t been keeping her on his lap with one arm around her waist, (Y/n) was sure she would have fallen onto the floor.

“I think I’m gonna faint” she mumbled as Giorno and Mista led her to the limo the blonde sliding in first before (Y/n) was set in his lap and the brunette sat beside them slamming the car door shut as he did. (Y/n)’s brain struggled to put all the pieces together but when it all came together her face fell into a grimace.

“Summer’s going to be targeted for being my sister isn’t she?” she said numbly. “I’m entwined with the mob now and that means I’ve put her in danger just for sharing blood” (Y/n) tearfully melting against Giorno’s chest desperate for the stability he usually brought.

“Don’t worry about your sister, I’ll have some of my men sent over to the hospital to watch over her. Nobody will lay a finger on her except for the doctors until she’s at full health again” Giorno soothed running his fingers up and down (Y/n)’s sides in a calming matter.

“Really? You’d do that for me? Th— How much will I owe you Don Giovanna?” (Y/n)’s tone warped halfway through her response going from cheerful relief to cold resignation. Giorno felt a painful pang in his chest at hearing his title leave her lips.

“There’s no need to call me that Ember. Giorno or GioGio will be fine” he said nuzzling her forehead and kissing her. “Nothing’s changed, I’m the same person I was a few hours ago” he added pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s chin.

“But I’m not! A few hours ago I was just (Y/n) O’Reilly. Now I’m Don Giovanna’s hussy!” (Y/n) said as a troublesome thought started worming its way into her mind. What would happen when Giorno and Mista grew tired of her? Surely they wouldn’t have her killed right? But the memory of how Mista had coldly executed the gangbangers was still fresh in her mind and she shivered in silent terror.

“Don’t worry so much, everything will be fine. Believe me” Mista murmured into her ear reminding (Y/n) that he was present and slipped his hands under her dress, pulling at her panties so they slid to her ankles. “We’ll be home soon so we can resolve some unfinished business” he added with a purr and kissed her bare shoulder.

Despite these words sounding like there’d be a brief respite for the girl, the dress was already on the floor of the limo before the three reached their destination. (Y/n)’s shoes had also been lost somewhere in the car amidst the passionate chaos.

Mista took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around (Y/n) making her decent enough as he lifted her up into his arms to carry inside the mansion and upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Giorno. The girl hid her face against his chest which made his heart skip a beat excitedly. Once in the seclusion of the bedroom he set (Y/n) on the bed and began smooching up her neck before making hickies. However, he didn’t get much further before the sound of light snoring ruined the mood. Somehow, someway, (Y/n) had fallen asleep despite the romantic attention.

“Heh guess somebody’s too tired to get freaky” Giorno commented yawning and stretching as he began to undress. Mista threw him an evil look but also began changing out of his suit. (Y/n) continued to sleep sprawled out naked as a babe until one of the boys’ finally manned up enough to grab an old tee shirt for her to wear.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to talk business tomorrow then, maybe she’ll finally agree to move in with us” Mista mused as he tucked (Y/n) under the covers before sliding in beside her and pressing his face against her chest. Giorno made himself cozy against the girl’s back kissing her shoulders lazily a few times before resting his head on a pillow. Tomorrow would be a new day, and a new dawn would rise on the story of the Don, his Lieutenant, and their Artist Ember...

[creambunnie]

Cookie

ONEWE - Kanghyun

you sighed and sighed as you rolled around your bed.

it was a Saturday and you were bored to death. your parents left earlier for their wedding anniversary trip. so you were alone at home for 3 whole days.

you didn't feel like going out but you were just sooooooo restless not doing anything. you tried reading some books but you were just not feeling it.

you decided to just make some food for yourseld but the whole cooking and eating process onky took like 45 minutes.

you still had a long day to go. you quickly sat up on your bed when you thought of an idea.you reached for your phone to text your childhood friend!Hyungu.

well, Hyungu was one of your close friends because he was actually your neighbour who lives right next to your house . cliche bla bla but it was true.

your rooms were right opposite of each other so you could see each other through your room windows. sometimes you would secretly peek into his room and giggle to yourself.

yes you had a tiny little crush on him. Hyungu was always reading a book or playing his guitar when he was in his room. you really admire Hyungu when he was focused.

To : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- heyyyyy , you there? im kind of bored :(( --

you hit send and waited for a few minutes. you frowned and sighed. Hyungu was the only person you could think of right now. but he wasn't replying to your text anytime soon.

you went to the window and tried throwing some balled papers to knock his window. this was normal, the two of you would sometimes knock on each other's window to talk.

yeah phones exist but face to face interactions were just more precious. and also, because your windows were quite far and your voices would always be drowned together with the street noises, you and Hyungu had telephone cups.

yes the thing where you connect 2 cups to communicate .

you could call and text each other like normal people but the two of you were just used to this as you started since you were children.

again, there was no response from Hyungu's side. you sighed and plopped down on your bed, disappointed. *maybe he is not at home*. you thought.

you decided to entertain yourself by rewatching Harry Potter ; Prisoner of Azkaban. that was your favourite movie out of all the movies. because Harry looked extra good there.

anyways, halfway into the movie, you finally got a message notification from Hyungu. you swore you've never sat up from your bed so quickly before.

From : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- oh my, sorry for the late reply! i was making something earlier. if you're still bored, you wanna come over ? --

before you could reply his text, Hyungu texted you again. his message warmed up your cheeks as you read it.

From : ☆Kang Hyungu☆

-- no actually, i want you to come over. --

you quickly went to the washroom to wash your face and freshen up a bit. you know it was just a normal hang out but you just wanted to look presentable to Hyungu today.

you wore your favourite red sweatshirt and patted down your hair before leaving your house and heading to Hyungu's .

"y/n! come in!". the door opened, revealing Hyungu who was wearing an apron, all dusted with flour.

you scanned his 'outfit' which earned you a little giggle from Hyungu.

"don't worry,i didn't set my kitchen on fire. Harin helped me bake some cupcakes earlier. he already left because he had other plans.". Hyungu explained with a cute grin.

you nodded in understandment and smiled widely. "soooo, you want me to taste the cupcakes?". you anticipated.

Hyungu chuckled and nodded his head as he told you to wait at the dining table while he took the cupcakes.

salted caramel cupcakes.

"your favourite!". Hyungu chimed as he nudged his head towards the sweet treats , allowing you to taste some.

your eyes widened in excitement as you quickly reached for one.

"mmmmmmmm!". you let out a satisfied sound as salty sweet caramel flowed into your mouth as you bite into the soft cupcake.

Hyungu grinned at your reaction. all those naggings from Harin were worth it. Hyungu was glad you loved the cupcakes he made.

"aren't you eating?". you asked as your cheeks were full with the fluffly dough.

Hyungu chuckled again and ruffled your head. he leaned down to your eye level and poked your cheeks.

"hey don't talk when you're eating. you could choke. i ate some already so you can have them all.".

you blinked at Hyungu's actions and the close distance between the two of you. you felt your face warmed up.

you quickly swallowed the food and looked away. "o--oh tha-thankss..". you stuttered.

after a few minutes, everything went back to normal as the two of you chose a game to play .

"Dead or Alive!". you exclaimed.

Hyungu sighed and nodded. "that's like the ONLY game you always want to play.".

you pouted and flicked his forehead.

"noo i do play the games that you choose too!". you defended yourself.

Hyungu scrunched up his nose and turned on the said game. "okay okay, i understand that you sometimes have to let out the violence in you,". Hyungu teased.

you rolled your eyes and hit his arm. "i can just let it out on you!". you replied as you stuck your tongue out at Hyungu.

Hyungu chuckled and ruffled your hair again as he sat next to you and started the game.

you and Hyungu played for hours and only stopped when your stomachs growled.

"you have anything ?". you asked Hyungu.

Hyungu tapped his chin as he thought of the stuffs he had at home.

"i guess we have some pasta. you wanna fix some for dinner?". Hyungu asked.

you nodded and went to the kitchen as Hyungu cleaned up the game station.

Hyungu was right, they had some pasta. there was also some seafood . since both your stomachs were growling like mad, you decided to just go with something simple and made some aglio olio. simple but delicious and filling.

Hyungu was currently living alone in his house. his parents had some business overseas so they had to stay out of country for a few months. hence the two of them didn't have to worry about finishing up all the food.

"ahhhh that was great! thanks for the food,". Hyungu thanked as he volunteered to wash the dishes since you cooked.

it was getting late, you thanked Hyungu for the day and was about to excuse yourself when he stopped you.

"wait wait, i made a cookie for you . eat them right when you reach home okay?". Hyungu said as he passed you a medium sized fortune cookie that he packed in a paper bag .

you were confused but nodded as you got ready to go home. the usual 5-second trip took 3 as you were excited to eat the cookie Hyungu made you.

you were curious why he told you to eat it right you reached home. you knew fortune cookie always had a note inside.

and something in you hoped it was something good. something that would make you smile widely.

you went into your bedroom and unpacked the bag before taking out the cookie.

~ dear y/n.

you might find this lame and all, but i really like you since middle school. i am not sure of what more to say but, will you be my girlfriend?

☆Hyungu☆ ~

the printed words on the paper read.

blink

nani

blink

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH". you squealed into your pillow.

you really didnt believe your eyes. your crush has a crush on you? this is like too good to be true.

you want to believe it was just a prank but knowing Hyungu, who rarely expresses his emotions, he wouldn't play about these things.

of course you hesitated for a bit. Hyungu was a good guy but do you really deserve him? probably not but it doesn't hurt to try, right?

you quickly went to your window and threw your balled paper to attract his attention.

a few seconds later, a shy Hyungu appeared at his window as he opened it. you threw over a cup for him to listen to the things you wanted to say.

"yes. over.". you said.

Hyungu blinked and quickly held the cup to his mouth.

"yo-you mean , yes ? you want to be my girlfriend? over.". he stuttered.

you chuckled and replied though the cup.

"yes Hyungu. i like you too and i would love to be your girlfriend. over.".

Hyungu smiled widely and could not help but chuckle happily.

"then can i come over ? it feels cold here after you left. over.". your boyfriend!Hyungu asked cutely.

you scrunched up your nose and chuckled.

"grr you clingy boy. it's night time already! come over tomorrow okay? i am kind of tired and i want to go sleep. over.". you answered.

you could see Hyungu's deep pout as he got his answer.

"alright then... goodnight! over.". Hyungu bid.

you smiled and nodded as you waved at him. he threw back the cup to you . you caught the cup and quickly gave him a flying kiss before closing your window and running back to your bed.

Hyungu chuckled at your actions and held his chest.

"damn, the things you do to my heart...". Hyungu mumbled as he too got ready for bed.

Hyungu have had feelings for you since middle school. he realised this when boys started asking you out. well, you were a pretty girl after all.

but he didn't like you just because you were pretty, he loved your personality. although the two of you often argue with each other, it just made you two closer than ever.

Hyungu realised he had to make his move when you started dating some boys during highschool. he knew you didn't really like those boys but you dated them just so you don't hurt their feelings.

now that you're both in college, Hyungu was really determined to make you his.

he decided to ask help from Harin to teach him how to bake. you really love sweet stuffs and he really wanted to make you something you love.

although Harin nagged and scolded him a lot, Hyungu thought it was all worth it. because at the end of the day, he made you smile. and of course, you became his girlfriend.

it was really the best day of his life.

.

.

a/n : in case you can't imagine how the whole scene took place, here's a reference ! yeap , i was inspired by this anime called 'Tamako Market' .

hope you guys love it! stan ONEWE ! stan ONEUS! stan WEUS!

[nightowlfandom]

The King’s Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 5- Yoongi 1

REQUESTS FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

READ PART ONE | READ PART 2 (NAMJOON) | READ PART 3 (JUNGKOOK) | READ PART 4 (HOSEOK)

Since no one had a name for Y/N’s pet lion....I guess I’ll have to choose and shame on you.....

We’re gonna name the lion Carmen. Gotta problem? Good.

LEGGO! (i’M NOT GETTING RID OF THE LEGGO IT’S STAYING FOREVERRRRRR)

WARNING! There will be certain themes in this...uhhh read at your own risk. This is for you guys who like getting treated like pure trash...I don’t know just read.

Leggo!

...

“Have you been up all night?” Rina stormed into the library where you were hiding. 

“I’m focusing. I’m trying to keep myself busy.” you waved her off, only to have whatever book you were trapped behind taken away from you.

“You are tired, I can see it.” she sighed. “Bed. Now.” she pointed out the door. 

“I’ll be fine.” you yawned.

“Bed!″ she huffed. “You can finish what you were doing in the morning!”

“Okay okay!.” you stumbled to your feet and made haste for your room. 

You were so tired, but you had spent all day looking for books on how to take care of Carmen (please refer to part 4 for insight). How else were you gonna deal with a pregnant lion. Geez, this was just one big mess.

You stumbled, almost hitting the door. 

“Ouch.” you said flatly, even though you weren’t in any real pain. You didn’t even bother to turn on the light, you just walked straight for the bed. It was along more sturdy than you remember and the sheets felt and looked different. Either it was the dark playing games with you or Rina changed your bed sheets. 

You plopped on the bed, letting out a long sigh. You didn’t bother to change out of your day clothes. Yes, skirts were way too uncomfortable to sleep in, but you didn’t really care. At least not that this point. Why was this so difficult. Juggling between getting prepared to be a queen to a miserable kingdom it seems like worrying about your pets, you haven’t even heard from your family back home.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You mumbled aloud. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” you groaned. “Of course I really should naturally know how to do such a thing. “you mused. “...but how can you tame that beast telling you that you’re going crazy and just take the plunge and do what you need to do for the sake of not going completely insane.”

Poor thing, she was suffering. She would be giving birth soon and you weren’t ready! You weren’t sure. You were human and Carmen was...well a giant 400+ pound lion. There was a tad bit of a difference.

You stared at the ceiling only to notice something was off. You sat up in bed as stared at the dimly lit fireplace which was just beginning to go out. The rug wasn’t the same color it was in your room. Instead of flowy ivory curtains in your room, you saw velvety black curtains. You also took the time to notice the white grand piano. You looked up, even the canopy bed looked diff-

Fuck...this wasn’t your room

“Hm...Pray tell...what beast are you exactly trying to tame.” you heard from behind you. You slowly turned your head to see Yoongi glaring at you. “Hm, finally decided to pay me a visit.” You felt his fingers trail up your spine. “About time.”

“Yoongi! I uh-HMM!” You tried to protest as Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth. You could only hear your own muffle screams. You were suddenly pinned down onto your back. Yoongi’s hand was still over your mouth. He hovered over your body, a smirk painting on his lips. Him dark eyes bore into yours, setting a fire straight to your mind...or core..whichever made you look less helpless.

“You make it really hard to not do something to you.” he chuckled in your ear. “Unlike my other comrades....I don’t hesitate when it comes to striking my prey.” he spoke, right in your ear. His hand, still over your mouth. “Instead, had I gotten my hands on your first, the other boys wouldn’t even be able to recognize you. Imagine being marked and scratched to your heart’s content...how exciting.”

Thrashing wouldn’t do much, he was way stronger than you. 

“I’ve been waiting for time to strike.” he chuckled, trailing his fingers under your skirt. “You’ve just opened yourself up to me. ”

“Hmm.” your leg trembled as you felt his knuckles brush against your clothed heat. 

“I’m not about that teasing shit.” he huffed. “In fact, teasing pisses me off...oh I’m sorry, were you trying to speak?”

You quickly nodded, which prompted him to slowly removing his hand from your mouth. “I didn’t mean to come in h-here.” 

Yoongi didn’t cease his movement, pressing his thumb against your clit. In fact, it chided him to carry on even more.

“Hm....don’t lie to me. You should know the route to get to your room well enough by know.” he chuckled.

“I got really sleepy....I-” you trembled. “Fu-” Your legs trembled beneath his touch.

“You’re foolish. I’m a man Y/N....Do you know what that means?” she cocked an eyebrow. “It means I’m hungry.” he growled. “And since I finally have you all to myself...I’m gonna rip you apart.”

“Rip me apart!?!” you squeaked. “What do you-” 

Yoongi watched with a smug grin on his face as you sat up and scrambled to your feet. He partially expected that to happen, it only made him chuckle. Like he said, he was hungry and he finally had his turn to go after his prey.

“Now now...don’t run away from me, pet.” you froze in place. “....Hm..Come here.”

Hearing those words made you freeze. He sounded so authoritative. 

“That’s right...come to me. Bring that pretty ass over here.”

You didn’t even notice your feet had started to move. You instantly stopped in your tracks. 

“Alright...why don’t I come to you.” Yoongi threw the covered off and stormed up to you, pushing you against the nearest wall. “See what happens when a slave doesn’t listen to her king?” 

He grabbed your leg and hooked it around his hip, all while pinning your arms above your head. “Now...let’s play together, pet.”

... (Time Skip)

“NO!” You ran away from Rina. “I REFUSE!”

“Breakfast is ready! If you aren’t at that table in the next ten seconds, then they’re gonna question ME!” she pulled your hand. “Why are you so afraid all of a sudden.”

You didn’t want to face Yoongi. If you were being honest, he scared you the most. 

“No reason?” you squeaked. You didn’t want them to blame Rina for your antics. “Let’s just...get this over with.” you grumbled, following her into into the dining hall. You were almost certain you weren’t ready to face them...or him.

Rina practically pushed you into the seat, the only open seat, which was away from the exit...which just so happened to be right next to Yoongi. She gave you a weird look. You didn’t blame her, she really didn’t know about the incident.

“It’s about time you showed up. How bad did it get last night?”

“What?” you looked up in horror at Namjoon’s words. “I beg your pardon!?!”

Was he insinuating what you thought he was insinuating?!?!

“With your pet?...Pregnant Lion? Almost half a ton giant animal?”

“Oh....”you crossed your arms. “She’s fine.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Yoongi who was casually eating. He was acting as if nothing happened! You could only stare at your food, you didn’t dare look up or join in whatever useless conversation the other men were having. 

“You seem off today, Y/N....I hope all is well.” Yoongi got your attention.

“...I’m fine.” you clutched the fork in your hand.

“Are you sure....I wouldn’t want you to be...troubled..”

You felt his hand on your thigh, which made you freeze. “If anything is wrong, my schedule is free today.”

You could feel his fingers inch closer and closer. His digits scratching against your clothed heat.

“I’ll be fine!” you instantly jumped to your feet. “Well I can’t keep Carmen waiting, you know...pregnancy...and stuff...” you didn’t say another word before you bolted for the animal stables.

....

Well, Carmen was doing just fine. Her due date was approaching but you were positive one more visit to the library would have you all set, so that’s exactly where you went.

“Come on.” you sighed. “I gotta get Billy out here and soon!”

Billy was your other lion, Carmen’s lion mate or whatever it was called. You were hoping to convince them to let you bring him, poor thing was probably so confused and sad when he saw Carmen on the carriage.

“Hm...” you mused, walking back to the book shelf. “What if I-”

Suddenly you felt something cover your eyes and tighten at the back of your head. “Hey!!” you began thrashing, but your captor had grabbed your wrist before you could move. 

“Easy now-” you heard Yoongi snarl in your ear. “You make too much noise and we might get caught.”

“W-what do you want now?!” you tried your best to move. “Are you tying my hands behind my back!??! Hey! Stop that!”

“Since you walked out on me so rudely, yesterday, you’ll have to make up for it.” you felt your bindings get tighter and tighter.

“Make up for-....” you repeated. You felt his breath brush over the back of your neck. “Is this because-”

“You so rudely left me without so much as a goodbye...you must have been really caught off guard.” he chuckled. “You’re free to try to leave...but you can’t leave.” he cooed like he was talking to a baby. “Because you can’t even see.” he chuckled.

“Y-yoongi, listen. I know you’re very hands-on.....”

“I didn’t get a chance to have a taste of you yet, Y/N.....That isn’t fair.” you could hear the fake pout in his voice. You felt his fingers trail down your stomach. Yoongi kissed down your neck, trailing his soft lips up your flesh. 

“....I said I went into the wrong room.” you shook in your shoes.

“...Hm....Sure you did, Y/N.” he sighed. “Just be a good girl and do what your king tells you to.” he grabbed the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up. His fingers creeped under your clothes, trailing down your warm skin. 

“Hey! That’s not even fair.” your voice wavered.

“Since when did a king ever play fair?”

....

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Stella and the Wolf - Chapter 1

Stiles Stilinski is trying to juggle homework, high school, stupid dumb crushes on unattainable people, and werewolves. Keeping the supernatural secret from his dad is hard enough, but when it comes to Stella, his eight-year-old sister, it turns out it’s impossible. 

You can find the Tumblr Chapter Index here, or read here on AO3. 

CHAPTER 1

“Dad!” Stella yells as she comes thumping down the stairs. “Stiles let a werewolf in the house!”

Stiles freezes for a second, his pop tarts burning his fingers as he grabs them from the toaster. Then his brain reminds him that this hurts, and he swears under his breath as he juggles them onto a plate, spinning around to see what their dad’s reaction is going to be.

“Did he?” Dad asks mildly as Stella storms into the kitchen. He doesn’t even look up from whatever message he’s reading on his phone. “No werewolves in the house, son.”

“Right,” Stiles says, and smirks at Stella. “No werewolves in the house.”

“It’s true!” Stella bellows. “Dad! It’s true!”

Stella’s eight. She has a vivid imagination, and she can stick to a lie for weeks. Dad probably thinks this is just like the time that she claimed she ate twelve donuts in one sitting, or that Mrs. Sanders from across the road is really a bank robber, or that she punched a zombie so hard that its head fell off.

Stella Stilinski is a lying liar who lies.

Stiles makes a face at her, his heart thumping wildly, and escapes with his pop tarts to the living room.

“You’re not eating pop tarts for dinner, are you?” Dad calls after him.

“Of course not!” Stiles yells back.

Stiles Stilinski is also a lying liar who lies.

It runs in the family.

***

Dad has been on night shift this week, so Stiles has to get Stella to bed. They used to have a sitter, Mrs. Levinson, but she moved to Florida a few weeks ago, and even before that her knees weren’t great, so Stiles usually ended up taking Stella upstairs and putting her to bed anyway to save her the trip. When Mrs. Levinson retired, Dad made noise about hiring someone else, but Stiles is sixteen now, and it’s not like he’s incapable of looking after his sister at night, right? Also, this way Dad could up his allowance.

Except werewolves. Werewolves are a thing that happened. And werewolves and all their related supernatural fuckery do not respect the fact that Stiles can’t just go gallivanting around town at night anymore. Not that he should have been doing any nocturnal gallivanting in the first place, but, well. Stiles and impulse control have never been in a working relationship. When Mrs. Levinson was snoozing in front of the TV downstairs it was easy for Stiles to climb out his window and escape—hence the night he dragged Scott into the woods and Scott got bitten in the first place—but now? He can’t leave an eight-year-old kid alone in the house, and if he tells Dad that maybe they should look at getting another sitter after all, Dad’s going to want to know why. And Stiles doesn’t have an answer for that. At all.

So he stays in, and he locks the doors, and werewolves still happen.

Persistently.

Werewolves do not respect locked doors.

At least, Derek Hale doesn’t. He just uses a window instead.

Which is how he turned up last night, bleeding from somewhere underneath his ridiculously tight shirt, making vague threats about Scott having to stay away from the Argents—ha! As if Stiles or any power in the universe can stop him!—and generally growling and flashing his eyes and his fangs. And then, in the middle of bleeding all over Stiles’s floor, he’d suddenly stopped, winced as he’d straightened up, and said: “Who’s that?”

And Stiles had turned around to find Stella standing in his bedroom doorway in her My Little Pony pajamas, a teddy bear shoved under her arm, and a very suspicious look on her very suspicious little face.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles had said.

“I’m Stella,” Stella had announced. “Are you a werewolf?”

Derek had looked at Stiles.

Stiles had looked at Derek.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles had said again.

“You said a bad word,” Stella had informed him. “Twice!”

So werewolves are a thing, which Stiles has known for weeks, but now Stella also knows. Sometimes Stiles thinks his life can’t get any messier, and sometimes the universe laughs in his face and tells him to hold its beer and watch this.  

Stiles finishes his pop tarts while sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. He can still hear Stella thumping around upstairs, probably still pissed because Dad didn’t believe her. For an eight-year-old, she can hold a grudge.

That’s probably genetic too.

Stiles grabs the remote control and channel surfs for a while. He looks up when Dad appears.

“I’m off,” Dad says. “Try to get to bed before midnight, huh?”

“Oh, totally,” Stiles lies. “Have a good shift, Dad.”

Dad shows him a tired smile. “Stella? I’m going to work!”

Stella comes thumping down the stairs again, flings herself into Dad’s arms for a hug, and then, when Dad leaves, sits down on the couch beside Stiles and glares at him.

“Go and have a shower,” he tells her. “It’s almost your bedtime.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she grumbles, and then sighs, and her little body slumps into the couch cushions. “Will you come and read me a story?”

She’s still holding that grudge, Stiles knows, but story time is sacrosanct.

“Of course,” he tells her, like he’s dying to find out what happens in the next chapter of Matilda and isn’t just humouring her.

Although, who is he kidding? He actually is dying to find out what happens next. Matilda is awesome.

Stella grins at him, and goes upstairs to shower.

***

There’s a framed photograph in Stella’s bedroom. Dad took the picture. It’s Mom, with Stiles sitting on one side of her, and baby Stella—weird and new and squishy-faced—in her arms. It used to sit on the desk in Dad’s office, but he put it in Stella’s room after Mom died. On the frame, in beautiful cursive lettering it says, ‘Claudia, Agnieszka & Mieczysław’. By the time he was eight, Stiles was already calling himself Stiles. By the time Stella arrived, he was already calling her Stella, because Mom and Dad told him as soon as they found out that he was getting a little sister, and he wanted her to have a name that sounded like his.

Their nicknames both kind of stuck.

His Mom used to call him Mischief.

He wonders what she would have called Stella, but by the time Stella was already a few months old, some days Mom didn’t even remember she had a new baby.

She went downhill very fast, from diagnosis to death within the year.

Sometimes Stiles worries that there’s a time bomb inside his skull, and inside Stella’s. He sometimes worries that when he forgets something simple, or stumbles over a word, that it’s happening, that it’s already too late.

He looks away from the photograph, his throat aching, as Stella bounces into the room. She’s wearing Stiles’s old stud muffin t-shirt, which she’s stolen and claimed as pajamas even though it still fits Stiles, thanks very much, and a towel bundled around her wet hair.

Stiles sighs and picks up the comb from her dresser. If it were up to Stella she’d go to sleep with it like that, and wake up in the morning with a cross between a rat’s nest and a beehive. Stiles has learned this from bitter experience.

He sits down on Stella’s bed, shifting back so she can plant herself in front of him, and starts the work of getting the tangles out.

“Stiles?” she asks after a while. “Are werewolves a secret?”

Stiles’s stomach clenches. “Yeah. A big secret.”

“Dad says secrets are bad,” Stella reminds him. “That if grownups ask you to keep secrets, it’s not right, and you’re supposed to tell Dad or Mrs. McCall or a teacher.”

Stiles exhales. Yeah, Dad is the sheriff. He knows all about the secrets some adults ask kids to keep. Secrets are bad. Surprises—like Stiles’s thirteenth birthday party—are okay. Stella hadn’t known that at the time, and tearfully spilled the beans at breakfast the week beforehand. In the Stilinski household there is now a firm line drawn between secrets and surprises.

“That’s true,” he says.

“You’re almost a grownup,” she says, twisting around to face him. “And you want me to keep a secret.”

Sometimes Stiles wonders if she even knows how much she can punch him in the gut with just a look.

“Most grownups don’t know about werewolves,” Stiles says, working the comb carefully through her hair. “It would be very dangerous for werewolves if they found out. People might try to hurt them.”

People already have. The Hales are a testament to that.

Stella makes a small noise. “Is that why that boy was bleeding?”

“Yeah.” Stiles thinks of Derek’s bloodstained shirt, pulled tight across his abdomen, the tears in the fabric revealing an expanse of already-healed skin. A part of him also registers some amusement at hearing anyone refer to Derek Hale as a boy, instead of the chiselled-from-marble specimen of manhood that he is. But the less said about that, and the uncomfortable levels of arousal he feels whenever Derek is in his vicinity, the better. “There are people who hurt werewolves. Hunters. So that’s why we keep them a secret.”

“Oh.” Stella is silent for a moment. “Like how if you know who a superhero is, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Right.”

“Superheroes aren’t supposed to be real either,” she points out. “Is Batman real?”

“I’m pretty sure Batman’s not real.”

“That makes sense,” Stella decides. “If he was real and trying to be a secret, anyone who reads the comics would know he’s Bruce Wayne.”

“That is a good point.”

Stella tilts her head. “I won’t tell anyone about werewolves then.”

“Good. That’s good. It’s really important that nobody finds out.” Stiles pauses for a moment, and hooks an arm around her for a quick hug. Then he finishes combing through her hair, and plaits it into a loose braid. Stella holds up her hand and he tugs the hair elastic off her wrist to finish up. “There. All done. Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yep!”

Stiles pushes her away gently and stands up so that she can climb under her comforter. “Are we reading more Matilda tonight?”

Her dark eyes light up, so Stiles picks up the book from her nightstand and settles in to read.

***

Stella’s bedtime is eight, so once she’s in bed Stiles heads downstairs to grab a snack. Then, a can of Pringles wedged under his arm, he goes back upstairs to his room to work on his homework. Homework and babysitting. That’s his life. And to think Stiles had started this year with a plan to become popular! The allowance his dad pays him puts gas in his Jeep, which is great, but also, now he has nowhere to go. He likes to think that if he didn’t have to spend so much time looking after Stella that he’d have a bunch of awesome parties to go to, but who is he kidding? He’s not that popular, and nobody wants to invite the Sheriff’s kid to the fun parties anyway.

Homework and babysitting and werewolves.

Jesus. His eight-year-old sister knows about werewolves, and Stiles has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do about that.

He falls asleep in front of his laptop and his half-finished English paper.