#shush i know i forgot the eye marks on some of them

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eeeeee! Congratulations! You deserve every single one! 🖤

Could I pretty please request:

Am I supposed to be scared now? In a Mafia AU. Vibes and item I'll leave up to your enormous, genius brain.

🖤🖤🖤

Thank you so much, Sam! 💖✨️ Hope you enjoy!

Worth the risk

Rated: E

Words: 992

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson; Mob boss Richard Harrington; Secret relationship; intrigue; Referenced character death (RIP Tommy); Blood and violence; Knife play; Blood play; Groping; Dry humping

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Nobody says anything as they make their way out of the Harrington villa, but by some unspoken agreement, they don't part ways yet. They linger in the driveway by the cars. 

Eddie knows better than to speak first. Instead, he lights a cigarette and lets the silence drag on, pretending to be brooding over the night’s events. He knows that somebody is bound to say something sooner rather than later. 

It’s Jeff who does, in the end. 

“Harrington’s losing it.” 

Gareth jumps and casts anxious glances all around himself, like he’s expecting to find the boss lurking somewhere in the shadows, while Frank shushes Jeff with a hectic gesture. 

“Shut up, are you insane?” 

Jeff shrugs petulantly, but he does lower his voice. “I'm just saying what everyone is thinking. That thing with Hagan? That was completely fucking bonkers, sending him to make that deal with the Carvers all alone. It’s almost like he wanted him to end up with a bullet through his head.” 

“Maybe he did,” Gareth says. “Rumor has it Hagan’s been making eyes at the son.” 

Eddie nods along solemnly with the rest of them. 

“All I’m saying is, it’s bad news,” Jeff mumbles. “He believes he’s invincible, that he can get away with anything. It’s dangerous for a man in his position to think like that.” 

“Then maybe he shouldn’t be.” Eddie lets the words linger, waiting until every single face is turned to him. “Be in that position, I mean.” 

Frank scoffs. “Yeah, right. Who’d even wanna do it instead? Junior seems much more interested in lounging by the pool and taking it up the-” 

“Nah,” Eddie is quick to deflect. “We’d need someone capable. Somebody younger, who knows how things work on the street.” 

“Someone like you?” 

“I wouldn’t know about that, Gare,” Eddie lies. “Just putting in my two cents on the matter.” 

Behind the garden wall, a light flickers alive, then dies again, quick as a heartbeat. Eddie grinds his cigarette under the heel of his boot. 

“Shit, just remembered I forgot something. Don’t wait for me, guys.” 

He feels their gazes on his neck as he walks back towards the house and doesn't bother hiding his grin. 

*

The hydrangeas are long past their bloom, decaying flower petals rustling under his feet. He doesn't lament their death, not when he knows that the seeds of something else are slowly taking root. 

The underwater lights of the pool bask the garden in an eerie glow, but he makes his way to the pool house unbothered. He has hardly ducked inside when a key clicks in the lock behind him. 

Eddie’s body moves on instinct and muscle memory. The key clatters off somewhere in the darkness,  and when the crimson veil lifts from his eyes, he has a warm body pressed against the wall, the edge of his knife licking at a shivering throat. A throat covered in the fading marks of his own teeth. 

“Damn, Stevie,” he hisses, retracting the blade and sliding it back into its holster. It leaves the faintest of cuts, tiny droplets of blood gathering against tan skin like dark beads. “Are you out of your mind? You can't just sneak up on people like that.” 

Steve scowls at him, face full of haughty disdain. He's beautiful in the glow of the pool seeping in from outside. He's always beautiful, of course, but something about the pale blue light rippling off his skin makes him look ethereal and downright unreal. Like an ancient deity, like a marble statue come alive.

“Excuse me?” he whispers, wriggling in Eddie’s hold. “What was I supposed to do? Nobody tells me shit, and then I overhear my dad talking on the phone about how one of his guys was killed. I just wanted-” 

“Aw,” Eddie coos. He leans into Steve’s space, scraping a toothy grin against the hollow of that pretty throat. His lips come away tasting like copper, leaving a bloody trail on Steve's skin. “Are you worried about me, honey? Why, I'm honored.” 

Steve pushes his head away with one palm against his cheek, but makes no further attempt at twisting out of his grip. 

“This isn't a fucking joke, Eddie. If my dad finds out about this, you'll be next in line for a bullet through the- Will you stop this?” 

Eddie lets Steve's thumb slide out of his mouth with an obscene, wet sound, nipping at the tender skin at its base as he goes. 

“Am I supposed to be scared now?” he drawls. “I'm not an idiot, I can look after myself.” 

“I know you can,” Steve confesses, tracing Eddie’s cheekbone with his thumb. It's still wet with his own spit, and the touch leaves a thin trail of moisture, cool in the stuffy air of the pool house. “But sometimes, I don't think you understand how dangerous this is.” 

“Believe me, darling, I’m well aware of the danger.” Eddie trails a hand over Steve’s throat, down his chest. The motion makes a drop of blood run from his neck into the collar of his shirt. He watches how it blooms on the white fabric, pretty like a flower, as he slips his hand between Steve's legs. “Good thing we both like it a little, dangerous, right?”

He gives the bulge in Steve’s pants a firm squeeze, and as always, the boy responds like the beautiful, needy little dream that he is. He rolls his hips, grinding himself into the touch, and wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck to slot their bodies closer together. Eddie bites down on that perfect, pink bottom lip and laughs against it when Steve moans. 

“Woah, honey! What happened to being careful?”

“What's life without a little risk?” Steve smiles, looking at him from under his long lashes. “And besides, you made me drop the key, so one of us will end up on his knees anyhow.” 

Eddie finds he can't argue with that.

More celebration ficlets

[quibbs126]

So I made these Warrior Cats designs today, mostly out of boredom and because I wanted to draw

As you can tell, I took some creative liberties. Which for the most part we’re just me making them more genetically accurate since I’m back on watching that cat genetic video playlist again. I kept losing focus on it as I drew though

Spottedleaf and Redtail were my first attempts, but they didn’t end up looking that great. They were also originally going to be full body, but then I realized I don’t know how to draw cat bodies, so they’re just neck up, like usual. I did a lot better with Sandstorm so I just stuck with her method

I’m pretty sure Spottedleaf and Redtail are actually calicos, not plain tortoiseshells, but shush I wanted to do it like that. Though the not full body means I can’t show off the idea of Redtail’s red being mostly around his hind and tail

With Sandstorm I made her a dilute tortie because of the whole “Redtail being her dad” thing. When I looked on the Wiki I saw that this appears isn’t the case anymore, but screw it, I like the idea and personally wanted to keep it. She originally had grey fur, but I changed it to fawn so that Leafpool could still be at least partially brown-ish

As for Firestar, I know that genetically he wouldn’t be red, since his mother was brown, but I mean his fur color being red is relevant so shush. Maybe Nutmeg is red in this universe, I don’t know. I also made him a mackerel, though I kind of want to make him a classic tabby now. But then I’d have to change Leafpool’s markings too, which is too much of a hassle right now

Also randomly I just want to add in for no particular reason, my favorite era of Firestar is when he’s a stressed as hell out deputy to a losing her grip on reality Bluestar. Don’t know why I wanted to add that but I do. I think I just want to read the books again

I decided to then make Squirrelflight and Leafpool because why not? And they’re both torties because I made Sandstorm one. Granted I probably could have left at least one of them solid, since they’re like, two thirds red and only one third something else. But I kind of like how they look, so shush

I’ve actually been editing Squirrelflight as I write this, since first I realized I didn’t change Squirrel’s black coloring after changing Sand and Leaf’s grey to fawn. Then I realized that I didn’t need to keep Squirrel’s red the same as Fire’s, since he’s a tabby and that’s a whole color thing (or something, I wasn’t paying too much attention), and then trying to make it so her cinnamon doesn’t clash with the new red. I think I got something good now?

Leaf doesn’t have much to talk about other than being a dilute tortie, but with more fawn than her mother

With Tigerclaw I just kept him basically the same as canon. Other than that, random thing but I half forgot that Tigerclaw not actually being evil and instead just being a grump is something that I made up and isn’t actually canon

Then I made Goldenflower so I could do Bramble and Tawny like I did Squirrel and Leaf. I think she’s a tabby in canon, but I took that out. Also she and Tigerclaw’s amber eye colors were switched originally, but the lighter amber clashed with the cream color

I know Bramble is supposed to look identical to his dad, this was a plot point, but genetically that isn’t accurate, he should be either red or cream from his mom’s side because fur color is sex linked. I think in a previous attempt at this I made him red, with the idea that it made Bramble actually resemble Fire, but this time I went with cream so that he’d look like his dad but with his mom’s colors

Tawnypelt is mostly the same. Her black fur’s because Tigerclaw’s a black tabby. And also her eyes are amber because her parents have amber eyes

I wasn’t sure who to do after, I was gonna just call it quits, but then I decided to do Lionheart since he was important to the first book. And as I checked on the Wiki he’s apparently Goldenflower’s brother. I feel like I made him look fruity, which wasn’t intentional, I was just trying to make him look like Goldenflower

Also Lionheart and Goldenflower look a lot like Daisy I’m noticing. Probably shouldn’t have done that but oh well

I might make more of these, probably first doing Dustpelt and Ravenpaw and then Cinderpelt’s family, maybe Ferncloud and Ashfur too, who knows?

[photmath]

Hi :) I can’t find the 4 chapter of the Reine Series. Is there any chance you can send it to me?

I really love your work!

Lol. So at this point I'm just going to repost it because I promise you are not the first one to ask. So here is the full, uncut version of Chapter 4 of Reine below.

Chapter 4: Goosebumps

Summary: You twin brother was getting ready to travel the world and what better way to send him off than a week-long get together with him and your friends in a remote town in France.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, grinding, kissing! umm i’m going to go ahead and mark this as 18+ (;

A/N: I am really just writing this story back to back, lmfao. I didn’t anticipate to release the chapters this quickly but might as well. I have nothing better to do now that I’m on break from college for the winter. I didn’t proofread/edit this chapter as meticulously as I usually do so I’m sorry if there is a tiny mistake at some point.

The rest of the morning, everyone lay in the living room playing various card games, picking up where they had left off during the first night. After talking amongst the group and eating breakfast, Theo suggested we go to the shops in Lyon and then perhaps go clubbing afterward. You weren’t too excited to go clubbing since you weren’t in a mood to drink but you wanted to visit Lyon a bit more. Additionally, you didn’t want to be the straggler who didn’t want to go.

You decided on wearing a long sleeved black dress that stopped at your thigh with a long black coat. You also put on your patterned fishnets that you wore every once in a blue moon with black boots. You weren’t going to go all out, but then saw what Lili and Simone were planning on wearing and you knew you had to be on their level as well.

Kylian had walked into the bathroom where you were applying the last bits of your makeup and leaned against the door frame. He had on a cream colored long sleeve shirt with black pants.

You stared at him through the mirror as he crossed his arms. He hadn’t spoken a word and you were content with just taking in his view. He looked extremely handsome and you couldn’t deny it. The shirt he had on hugged his shoulders and biceps poetically and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that?” He wears a smug look on his face once your eyes meet his.

You let out an embarrassed laugh, “I’m sorry, you look…handsome.”

He ducks his eyes away from yours and kisses his teeth, “Thank you, you look absolutely stunning. You take my breath away.”

You smile, your cheeks heating up, “That is corny, but thank you.”

He steps into the bathroom and grabs his brush, brushing his hair once more before cutting off the light.

“Kylian!”

“C’mon,” he says as he walks back into the bedroom. You turn the light back on with a scoff. You grab your coat and exit the bathroom. Kylian is shuffling around in his bag and you hear the shake of his keys as he stuffs them in his pockets.

“Are you driving?”

“Yes.”

“No one is going to fit in your tiny car.”

He lets out a laugh, “You and me, Reine.”

“Is that actually your car?” you ask curiously, ignoring his comment for the moment.

He shakes his head, “A rental.”

“You didn’t drive here?”

He furrows his eyebrow, grabs a white cap and places it on his head. He zips his bag back up and puts it back into the closet and then looks towards you, “That’s like a five hour drive. I flew.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh I’m sorry I forgot you have money for a second.”

This makes him laugh harder, “Shush. Are you okay riding with me? I’m not drinking tonight.”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

“Great, because I already told Laurent.”

“I am so glad you are trading my body away without me knowing,” you respond and his face scrunches. He grabs a black sweater and tucks it underneath his armpit.

“Don’t word it like that.”

You chuckle and cut off the light of the bedroom before walking out with him. The rest of the group were leaving in Laurent’s car and you two would be following them.

Kylian’s car rocks against the gravel road and you turn towards him, “I didn’t think you knew how to drive.”

His face feigns an insult, “I’ve been driving since I was fifteen.”

“Hmm,” you start, “just thought you had a driver by now.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “You keep joking about money.”

“I’m a broke uni student, I think I get a pass,” you hold your finger up in protest and his face falls into a smile.

“You can have all the passes you want,” he leans his head against the headrest and looks in your direction. You guys came to a stop and there was a long line of cars in front of you so you wouldn’t be moving for a little while.

You keep your eyes on his, entranced with how soft they seemed to be in the moment. There was a small and content smile on his face. He reached out with his finger and brushed at your chin, making your heart swell.

There was so much emotion behind his eyes that it seemed like every word he wanted to say in that moment was rushing out through his eyes telepathically.

Okay, so maybe you did like him.

The cars started moving again and he refocused on the road but now there was a thick line of tension between the two of you. It was a good kind. A suspenseful kind, but in a good way.

------

You guys had been walking through the shops for a while now, the sun had already set. Your feet hadn’t started aching but you were getting hungry and they didn’t plan on eating until a little while later.

“Ooo look there,” Laurent raises his eyebrows and points to a lingerie store. Everyone groans and you look up towards Kylian who was right next to you. His eyes drop down to yours and you let out a devious smirk.

“Want to go in?”

He winces and he lets out a disgruntled whisper, “Don’t start.”

“You can’t possibly pop a boner from a mannequin,” you tease. Your voice is only loud enough for him to hear but he is getting embarrassed and you can tell.

“Reine,” he warns. His voice is curt and it’s enough to get you to be quiet. Your eyes linger on him and then down to his shoulders.

It was hot and you wished his expression didn’t make you feel that way.

You turn back towards the rest of the group as they continue walking. Kylian is close by next to you and you can feel the heat of his shoulder. You guys stop at a corner, waiting for cars to pass, and you feel the heat get stronger. You go to turn around, but his voice stops you.

“Do you want to find ice cream?” His lips are right next to your ear coming from behind and his breath spreads down your neck. You were sure there were visible goosebumps and it made you shudder. You forced a nod because you truly were starving but there was no courage to speak.

He tugs at your arm and you slip away from the group with him. You decide to keep your hand looped around his arm as the two of you walk. The thoughts you previously held of him were back, and you can’t help but to start to feel uneasy.

It just didn’t make sense, you thought.

If he did have a crush on you when you two were teens, why didn’t he pursue it? Because he was scared and didn’t know how to, you reason. But he still has the crush? Eight years later? Nothing happened in those six to eight years for him that made him change his mind? Or was it that now that he was back in your grasp, he feels this way. Because it’s easy, you’re in reach. You’re here. He’s here. Might as well make the most out of his time. You hadn’t done anything to push him away either necessarily.

A shiver runs down your neck at the shift of your thoughts and he takes notice, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say but it comes out as a whisper. “Peachy.”

His eyes skim your face but the ice cream parlor comes into view so he turns away and grabs the door to open it for you. You enter and nod at him to thank him. You go to the girl working, who seemed to be around your age, and point at the ice cream you want. She makes it with haste and then hands the cone to you and you immediately dive into it.

Kylian laughs beside you, “Cute.”

“You don’t understand how hungry I was,” you say. Your eyes skim the menu once more before you tell the girl you’d like a small basket of fries. You thank her and attempt to pay but Kylian slides his card to the girl first.

“Kyks.”

He waves you off, “You’re a broke uni student remember.”

You roll your eyes, “This isn’t even all that expensive.”

He shrugs and puts his card back into his wallet. He grabs his vanilla cone and ushers you to a small booth in the back. He sits across from you and leans back in the chair, his legs brushing against yours, and you don’t even mind it because your legs were cold.

The two of you bask in the silence and warmth. You offer him some fries with your hands, but he shakes his head and licks his ice cream more.

“You look like you’re going to explode,” he licks his lips.

“What?” Your eyebrows crease.

“You have that face again, like you want to spill a secret. Who’s secret are you holding?” He pesters.

You play with the wrapper of the cone and then shake your head, “No ones.”

He looks at the wall behind you briefly and then back at you, “Why don’t you give me something?” Your confused face makes him continue. “You have yet to let me in and it just…sucks, to be frank. I mean you’ve seen my dick at this point, Reine.”

You choke on the fry you chew, “I didn’t see your dick.”

“You saw my boner,” he corrects. “Which is the same thing, but that isn’t the point. I feel like you still have this wall up in front of me.”

“Kylian, you don’t know me—”

“But I would like to.”

The grip on your ice cream tightens, but the two of you need this conversation to move on. You need to quiet the doubts in your head. You liked him, possibly more as a friend, and yes, it was moving fast, but at least the two of you would be on the same page.

You look back up at him, “I don’t know you that well either if I’m being honest. I feel like you’ve thought more about me than I did about you.”

“What does that even mean?”

You groan at your lack of cohesive thoughts, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to word it, but after you spoke that one night, I realized you thought about me after you were fifteen. After everything happened.”

You try to keep your voice from wavering, “When you didn’t come to my dad’s funeral, that was the turning point for me. It’s just the marker that I have in my head of where I stopped…thinking about you. I stopped thinking about where our friendship went wrong. I stopped any attempt to get it back.”

You blink away the tears that threaten to fall, “I was numb after everything happened and I can’t even remember a lot of it. I was stricken with grief—my dad was my everything, him and I were the closest and I was just so hurt. Thinking about you was the last thing on my mind and I know that sounds awful, but I didn’t even know you had a crush on me, Kylian. I had no idea and it just never occurred to me to think that. You were just so…off putting and rude that I took it as that; that you no longer liked me and didn’t want me around.”

He’s quiet. He had finished his ice cream at one point while you spoke and his hands were clasped in front of him. He was watching you intently that you had to keep glancing between his eyes and his hands to get your words out.

You set the ice cream down in the now finished basket of fries. You were no longer hungry and were nauseated by the idea of food. You look back at him, “I didn’t know what to expect on this trip, and it’s only been three days. I guess I’m just a bit overwhelmed with the idea of you having had a crush on me for the past eight years and us only seeing each other maybe a handful of times. It doesn’t make sense to me at all.”

Kylian nods his head, understanding. He keeps a neutral facial expression and it makes you cringe because he wasn’t giving you an ounce of emotion. You tried to calm down the bouncing of your knees underneath the table but his silence wasn’t helping. “Say something, please.”

His eyes fall back on you and he licks his lips, “Can you explain a little more how it doesn’t make sense?”

You shudder, “You practically hated me—”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes, “I didn’t, Reine, and I hate that I made you think that.”

You take in his words and continue, “Okay. Well, yes, you made me feel that way. After a while, I ignored it and moved on. As much as I valued our friendship—the two years I had it—I had to deal with my dad first. Losing him was just a much worse blow, and in the process of grieving, I grieved the loss of our friendship too. You coming around, hurt less. You poking at me, hurt less. Eventually I focused on school and I went to uni and I mean you left too. We have had at least four years away from each other—me in uni and you at Monaco—how could you have possibly felt the same throughout the years?”

His face is slack but his eyes are sad. You can tell and you instantly feel heat creep around your shoulders. You shake off your coat and let out a shaky breath of air.

He says, “Everything has just moved so fast in the past four years. The only time it felt like it slowed down was during the offseason, but even then I still had training to do to make sure I stayed fit. It goes by fast. Those may have felt like four years to you but not to me, maybe two years at most.”

“And you didn’t move on?”

He shakes his head and then looks down at his hands, “No.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Never serious.”

“And what, you still feel the exact same now after eight years?”

He hesitates, “Reine, I never lost those feelings. I carried around the weight of what happened between us for years. Every time I saw a post of you or the rare chance that you were with the crew when I was with them, my heart squeezed from every corner inside that I couldn’t breathe at times. It wasn’t because of what I had done, it was because I was still so madly fixated on what could’ve been if I wasn’t a prick. If I just asked you out on a date instead. If I texted you that I was sorry. And every time, your presence made my knees buckle, even after eight years.

“I know you aren’t the same person as you were when you were fifteen—obviously—but I want to find out who you are now. I want to know, and in the end, if you realize that you don’t want this, then okay, that’s it. We’ll just be friends and I’ll suck it up.”

You shake your head in despair. It wasn’t that he wasn’t understanding or that he was saying all the right words. He was. You just still couldn’t believe it. “Kylian, you’re in love with fifteen year old me.”

“No I’m not. I may have not spoken to you, Y/N, but I’ve seen who you are. I’m not oblivious. I get hints from Theo, Simone, and Ana. They love speaking about you and praising you, and at times they can’t help but to mention something that you accomplished—or something you did that made them laugh. I’ve had glimpses of it. When we would all be together, I could hear what you would say and how you acted when you’d be around the girls. I’ve tried to sneak in every whisper of a conversation I could hear just to hear your voice.”

It seemed like he had a response for everything and it made you uneasy. He had time to dwell on his responses and you had none. You suddenly felt sick and everything about this room was hot. You get up abruptly, “I’m sorry, I need a moment.”

You squeeze out of the booth and beeline towards the door, your coat in your hand, and let the cold gush of air hit you. It feels relieving and you gasp for air.

Kylian is right behind you, his face full of concern but you close your eyes to pretend that everything in this moment is fine. You needed to believe it momentarily to calm down.

“Reine,” Kylian says. His voice is calm and collected as he grabs your coat from your hand. You feel him tug you onto the bench on the sidewalk and you sit, hissing as the cold metal touches your bare thighs. “I’m sorry.”

You put your hand to tell him to stop talking but he just takes your hand in his. His other arm is around the bench behind you and he’s faced in your direction.

“I think that I do like you,” you admit. Your hand was beyond sweaty in his but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “But I need to go slow. You’ve had eight years, I’ve had three days. It’s a lot to digest, okay?”

You look back up at him and despite his white cap cascading a shadow over his face, there is a glimmer in his eyes, “Okay. We can go however slow you want, I’ll be here.”

The two of you share more eye contact before you wrap one of your arms around him and hug him. He cradles the back of your head during his hug and you let out a shaky breath, “What if you realize you don't like twenty-one year old me?”

He pulls back from the hug and his hand goes to your jaw. His hand felt so warm that you couldn't help but to momentarily relax, lost within his touch. He gives you a small smile, “Impossible.”

“What if I just want to be friends?”

He draws the hand that he was holding to his mouth, giving the knuckles of it a light kiss. It was soft and chaste, but your hand felt radiating numb. “Then we’ll be friends.”

“I want to go slow,” you repeat.

“You got it, mon amour.”

Your cheek heats up and he smiles because he can feel the heat rush to them. You break into a smile, just relieved of this tense conversation. You knew you would have to talk again but you hadn’t imagined it in public, nor at this moment. It threw you off guard.

He removes his hand from your cheek and rises to his feet, “C’mon, we got to go find the group.” He holds his hand out for you to take and he looks so handsome looking down at you that you grab his hand and stand up.

------

“One more, one more!” Theo yells over the booming music. Him and Laurent throw another shot back and you shoot Simone a sympathetic look. She was enjoying herself but you knew she would have to deal with a hungover Laurent in the morning.

Kylian still hadn’t left your side though, his hands on the dip of your waist. He had been standing behind, nodding his head to the beat of the music. He sees you eyeing him and looks down, leaning towards you, “What is it?”

“I’m debating on getting a drink.”

He smirks, “Do you want me to buy it?”

“I promise I’m not that broke.”

His lips break out into a grin, “I’ll buy it if you want it, just let me know.”

“Okay, a martini,” you make up your mind quickly after seeing a girl across the club drinking one.

He nods and gives the side of your waist a tap, “I’ll be back.”

As he walks away, Lili comes next to you with a knowing look, “Well?”

You hide the smile on your face, “Stop.”

“I fully support it,” she says. “And I have extra condoms in case he needs one.”

“Oh, God,” you groan. “Lili!”

She lets out a loud laugh, “Better safe than sorry.”

“You are the worst.”

She wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, “But seriously, I’m excited this is happening for you. After Eric, this is a major upgrade. Kylian is at least employed and a much nicer guy.”

You cringe at the mention of your ex-boyfriend. It had been almost three years since you last dated him and it was atrocious. The two of you shouldn’t have dated. He had no sense of maturity nor emotional intelligence and you stayed with him for almost five months before finally realizing that you couldn't fix him. It was a disastrous and humbling time and your judgment had been clouded from your studies.

Lili walks away from you as Kylian returns. He hands you the glass, “Thank you, Kyks.”

He nods, “You’re welcome.”

The boys were starting to take more shots and you shake your head. The small area you all were at only seated four but most of you guys were standing around the table. Simone and Lili had been the only ones sitting, but then they heard one of their favorite songs and immediately joined the dancefloor, you had followed right behind them.

You take a sip of your martini and seethe as it burns your throat, Kylian watches you. You suddenly get nervous and look away from him. He smiles to himself and takes a seat. The chairs were high so his knees touched your waist, you standing in between them.

“It feels like a sin watching you drink,” Kylian teases. His hand finds your waist again.

“Why?”

“Straight A student would never.”

“She still has them.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really? Wow, nevermind. Drink up.”

You laugh and he dips his head onto your shoulder and then picks it up. You raise the glass, “Do you want a sip?”

“You’re a bad influence,” he sneers.

“Only if you take it.”

His eyes daringly stare into yours and his hand covers yours, pulling the glass to himself, taking a sip while maintaining eye contact with you throughout. A chill runs down your spine and you feel…hot.

You turn away with a small smile on your face. Slow. You were going slow.

After you finished your martini, you drag Kylian to the dance floor after everyone else had already made their way on it. You dance alongside the girls and Kylian slowly moving to the beat of the music. He was shy and you could tell. You poked at him every now and then to try to loosen him up but he was nervous. It was adorable watching that you couldn’t help but to laugh.

But in the midst of your dancing, you hadn’t realized Kylian had strayed a little behind with Theo and Laurent, so a guy came up to you asking to dance.

“Viens, mon ange,” come my angel he motions you to dance with him, but you shake your head. You think that is enough but he grabs your hand and you pull back.

“No,” you give him a dirty look but he doesn’t care. He takes a step closer to you, but before his hand can slide around your waist, Kylian stands between you two. Kylian wraps his hands around your waist and pushes you gently closer to the girls; Theo bumps into the guy and pushes him back. The guy backs up after getting knocked down by Theo and saunters off.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

Kylian’s hands are still around you, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” your hands instinctively go around Kylian’s shoulders and you start dancing again, ignoring the guy's phantom grip on your wrist.

The music speeds up and somehow you end up turning around, grinding your hips against Kylian. You loved dancing and would dance with anyone when you had the rare freedom in uni. You didn’t go out much because you were always busy, but if there was one thing about you, you were going to grind on a complete stranger and then leave them high and dry.

Kylian’s grip gets tighter around you as he feels the music more, dancing alongside you. One hand on the back of his neck and then you lean into him. You had slowly stopped grinding by now, liking this position you were in with Kylian pressed up against your back. His arms wrap around your waist and his head dips down to give your neck a kiss and you close your eyes in bliss. His soft lips felt so good on you.

------

On the ride back to the house, you held Kylian’s hand in your palm on top of your thigh. You had traced his fingertips the whole way, his muscles twitching every now and then.

Laurent and Theo stumbled inside with their bodies draped across Simone and Lili’s shoulders.

You grin and nod towards them, “At least we aren’t like that.”

Kylian laughs and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, “Definitely not.” He gives your forehead a kiss as you two wait for Simone to open the door.

Once you go in, the two of you immediately head upstairs. Theo had gone straight to the kitchen and you could hear him throw up. You cringe in disgust.

You flick on the lights and Kylian follows closely behind you.

After you quickly take a shower, you lay in bed waiting for Kylian to finish his. Your thoughts had been swarming around your head. You hadn’t expected any of this to happen during the trip, and maybe it was a good surprise, but it made you feel like a middle school girl with her first crush. You had never felt this way about Eric and you had known it was a red flag but chose to ignore it.

Kylian lets a soft knock to announce his entrance and you watch as he walks towards the end of the bed. He had opted for a pair of black shorts and a navy shirt with the France emblem. The lamp casted half of his face with a shadow.

“Hey,” he whispers. He lays against you and then winces, “Shit, it’s cold over here.”

You laugh, “Oh yeah, it’s not fun on that side.”

He gets underneath the blanket and scoots closer to you, “No wonder you gave me no space.”

“Um, you were the one that had me wrapped in your arms,” you bicker.

“I was going to fall off if I hadn’t,” he says, his lips going into a lopsided grin.

“Right, that’s your excuse.” One of your arms wraps around his waist and you pinch at his thick cotton shirt.

“It’s the best one I had,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, “Did you have a good time?”

“The best,” he leans in and plants a kiss on your forehead. His thumb brushes your cheek with an appeased smile. His dimple deepens as his eyes soften.

Your eyes linger on his lips and you feel the thoughts in your mind go silent. It was just you and him. He was warm and inviting. He wasn’t going to hurt you. He wasn’t going to leave you high and dry. He didn’t have the time for it and you knew it. After all the pining he spent doing the past few days, you knew it too. The dandelion on the nightstand was a tiny reminder of it.

And so you go for it. You slowly push yourself closer and give him a kiss on his lips. They feel soft and he returns the kiss. He kissed back so tenderly that you were practically melting in his palms. The hand he held on your jaw remained firm and you couldn’t help but to dig your hand into his side.

You could feel the rest of your limbs go limp as he drew you in closer. You had never felt so content and relaxed in your life until now. You feel his hand slide into your hair and you let out a small moan of pleasure. You hear Kylian let out a whimper but he doesn’t let go of you. You let your mouth open a bit more and Kylian takes the hint, immediately drawing his tongue into your mouth and again you let out another moan.

His impaired breathing and whine that left his mouth were sending jolts straight down your body and you had never felt that before.

You regain the feel of your legs and move them to trap one of his thighs. You give his thigh a squeeze and he lets out a guttural moan. That sound was enough to sink your hips a little lower on his thigh, suddenly mad at yourself for wearing thick pajama pants. He moves his thigh up and you grind on him at a slow pace. A small moan escaping your mouth as you finally had friction against your pelvis.

He releases you from the kiss and his eyes look like there’s a drunken haze to them. The light coming from behind you lights up his face perfectly and you take in the moment to let your hand roam his shoulder and arm. He’s out of breath as he gives your cheek and jaw more kisses. His breath fans out on your skin that again awakens something deep in you and you let out another low moan.

You raise your knee and press into him. It takes him aback and he lets out another whimpering noise. Whatever it was, it was hot and it clouded your thoughts. You wanted to hear that noise on repeat. He squeezes his thighs around yours and scowls.

“Reine,” he mewls. His voice is hoarse underneath your jaw.

You can feel him harden above your knee and you wanted nothing more to feel it with your hands but you don’t just yet. His hand roams down the side of your abdomen and finds the hem of your shirt. He slips his hand underneath your shirt and presses it onto your back, which causes you to curl your body inwards to him at the contact, and then that’s when you feel him pressed up against your pelvis hard.

He stops kissing your neck and comes back in front of your view, waiting for you to move but you feel out of breath.

“Too fast?” he asks in a whisper. He searches your eyes as you slow down your breathing and try to get the beating pulse flowing through your body to slow down.

You give his nose a peck and nod, “This did turn really fast.”

He still wears a gentle smile and you can tell he’s still turned on but not acting on it, “I know. I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped.”

You shake your head, “It wasn’t just you.” You give him a kiss on his lips and slide your hips off of him, another groan leaving his mouth. You pull back with a smile on your face, “That noise you make, it’s intoxicating.”

You feel his cheek underneath you go hot and he hides his smile into the pillow. You laugh and draw him closer to you giving him a hug. His head rests near your chest and his other arm sneaks underneath you, pulling you closer to him.

“Are you okay?” You ask him as his breathing starts to slow down.

“Yeah.” His voice is muffled. “Just hard.”

You let out a laugh and then immediately clamp a hand over your mouth since it was a bit loud. His shoulders shake as he laughs alongside you. You kiss his shoulders once more before releasing him. You were a bit sweaty and as much as you wanted more contact with him, you didn’t want to sleep in sweat.

“Your pants are cute,” he says sheepishly as he rolls onto his back. A hand of his still on your pink and heart-shaped patterned fuzzy pants.

“Aren’t they just the perfect turn on?” You grin.

He turns towards you and laughs, shaking his head, “Very much. My guy down there seems to really enjoy them.”

--

[skkfujoshi]

I am the righteous hand of God,I am the devil that you forgot

“Huh…I never thought that the first thing I’d see in the afterlife would be an uglier version of me…”

A slap rang loudly against his cheek,helping Dazai get some clarity of mind over the terrible pain in his head.

“Ah…My bad.You must be Milton.”

The boy glared at him,sneering at him.Dazai didn’t find much value in such a boring reaction and turned to look at either side of him.

On the left was Doyle who was staring at him in disbelief,probably wondering how he was still alive.And on his right was Herbert,who was staring back at Milton.

“You know for the infamous Black Wraith,I was expecting something more…And yet the best thing you can bring is some…Wet,sad,street urchin.” “And I thought a cult leader would be better than a Hot Topic junkie.Guess we’re both disappointed.”   

Dazai grunted as presumably one of the cultists twisted his arm behind his back.

He turned back to Milton mildly annoyed.

“Shush,heathen.You are not permitted to speak…Now,what shall I do with all of you?Should I kill you now or wait until I reacquaint Chuuya with his own desires once more.” “Reacquaint…I’d hardly call mind controlling him that.”Dazai muttered “I merely allowed him to lose his inhibitions.To say and do things he was not brave enough to,but desires nonetheless!I’d never be so arrogant to attempt to control our savior!The fact you-“ “Perhaps a being of pure destruction should be controlled,lest it lashes out at you.”Herbert gritted

Milton’s eyes narrowed at the blonde.

“Killing you it is then…Let’s start with you,Herbert ,by cutting that clever tongue of yours out.You’ve had the privilege of your traitorous speech for far too long.” “That won’t be necessary.”

The four of them turned to see Chuuya dusting himself off from the rubble and debris.He was,to say the very least,unamused.His mouth was a flat line and his eyes were just slightly furrowed in a mild annoyance.

This in turn,annoyed Dazai.He wasn’t expecting psalms of gratitude,but still,a little thank you would be nice.

“This world will be gone soon.Whether he dies by your hand now or by mine later,it doesn’t really matter,does it?” “What?”Milton said

What!?

He nullified Chuuya,he knew that for a fact.So why…

It couldn’t be that what Milton said about his ability was true.Chuuya might’ve hated Dazai enough to kill him,but he wasn’t suicidal.

If he was,he wouldn’t hate Dazai nearly as much,that was just logic.So what the fuck was going on?

“I realized you were right.My life was marked by me being a tool.I don’t intend to tolerate than any further.”Chuuya said,stretching his arms above his head 

Dazai’s eyes flicked to his companions.Both men had gone sickly pale,faces almost green from sheer dread.

He wasn’t sure if he appeared much better,but he doubted it.Milton,grinned,like a child that just opened a birthday present

“Of course,I’ll go-“ “You don’t need to prepare the ritual.I can summon him all on my own.Now that I see the truth that is.”

Dazai’s blood froze as Milton ran up to Chuuya.The sight was nothing short of grotesque,with how Milton’s arms crushed Chuuya’s waist as the archbishop spun the redhead around.

And then he kissed Chuuya on the lips,hands clutching at Chuuya’s face like talons,Chuuya kissing him back just as hard…

God,he was going to die wanting to vomit.

-

“Gotta hand it to you,Chuuya…I never thought you’d be the first to betray Mori between the two of us.”Dazai grumbled as he was forced on his knees

Milton had insisted that heretics be brought to the front to see the “rapture “ up close.

Chuuya smiled and patted his partner’s cheek.

“Don’t worry,Dazai.You’ll barely even feel it.”he said,hand sneaking under Dazai’s hair

And then he pinched under his earlobe.A small,simple signal.

It had to be because neither of them particularly wanted to spend time practicing anything more complicated.Mostly because it meant needing to spend additional time with one another.

A sign to ‘listen up and pay attention,I’m about to do something and need you to go along with it ‘.

Dazai seemed to recognize it,the scrunching of his face becoming just slightly less severe.

“Esteemed brothers and sisters of the wicks of the black  flame,the day has come.Our savior has arrived,just as predicted.”Milton began,as Chuuya picked at his own nail bed

It’s just two verses,as Dazai said…He can do this.

“This moment has been a long time coming.Despite the efforts of some,it is finally here.We will be burned to our very ends to spread the pyre of our god.”

Just two verses.Just words…

“And I couldn’t be happier that I get to spread his greatness with a group of such remarkable men and women.Thank you,for believing in my vision.”

Chuuya took a deep breath.

“Chuuya,if you would be so kind.”

He gave Milton a small courteous nod and tossed Dazai one last glance.

“Don’t prove me right,bandage waste…”he thought before the fateful words left his mouth

‘O grantors of dark disgrace, You need not wake me again’

First overall AU info post

Previous fic part <— Next fic part —>

[mousetrappa]

@kenji-arts because Rat Spinel from their I am My Diamond AU is just so fun to draw.

[buckgasms]

🎀 Day in the Life 🎀

Dom!Mafia!Bucky x Sub/Little Reader

I'm absolutely indulging in my own fantasy here but I'm hopeful there are some thirsty sluts out there who this also appeals to 👍🏻

Sometimes when I can't sleep this is what I think about ❤️

------------------------🎀----------------------

This is all assuming you've been a good girl of course 😇

Bucky wakes up before you, no matter what day. His baby needs her sleep 😍

When he's all showered and dressed in his perfect suits (and the rings my god) he writes a little note for you and lays out something pretty for you to wear.

Then he climbs up on the bed and hovers over you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders. He'd probably whisper pretty things in your ear until you are giggling and kissing him.

You have breakfast in his lap, his hands smooth over your thighs, examining and squeezing all the marks he left on you the night before.

Then he kisses you goodbye, one of those kisses that will fuck you up for the rest of the day 🥵

Then you go through your list of Princess tasks for the day. Including but not limited to:

Have a nice long shower / plenty to drink / putting away toys from the night before 😈 / eat snacks / indulging / and most important "no touching babygirl"

And of course you send your Bucky pictures throughout the day so he knows what his pretty girl is up to.

Bucky invites you to join him for lunch so you head down the elevator of your apartment, to his office because of course he owns the whole building.

He had the whole route you walk carpeted so you can wander barefoot all the way from the apartment to his lap.

Anyone who crosses your path has to find a fine line between greeting you and totally avoiding looking at you because your daddy doesn't like lingering eyes on his best girl.

Lunch can be a combination of things. He makes sure you are fed and watered, checks in on your to-do list and tells you about his morning.

He might also decide to play with you, because you are such a treat and you are his to play with.

You show off your pretty outfit. He kisses you, squeezes your thighs and runs his finger along the damp line forming on your lacy underwear.

What happens next depends on what he has to do that afternoon. If he's got a quiet day or he can't be bothered, he'll fuck you all around the office, no item of furniture is safe from either of you.

If he has meetings, he'll play with your pussy right until the moment before his guests arrive. Then he'll stuff his cock in you, and tell you to keep him warm. You sit there with glassy eyes, the occasional whine slipping out, which he shushes with a quick slap to your heat or a few fingers in your mouth.

Even in your haze, you notice some of his men shifting in their seats, eyes darting to and from you to catch a quick look at you.

If you feel overwhelmed he'll tuck you under his desk, cock in your mouth and his hands softly brushing through your hair while he talks business up above.

When his work is finished he will finally fuck you, making sure people are still in the lobby outside hearing you wail and moan. Just in case they forgot who you belonged to.

He brings you back home, he might carry you or you walk with his cum dripping down your thighs. Either is good.

As you come down from your glow, he cooks orders dinner. You watch cartoons, colour, play, while you wait, always under his watchful eye.

He might get overwhelmed by your sweetness and come and sit with you.

More kisses.

So many kisses.

Sometimes he'll colour with you, or read you something. He secretly loves cartoons as well so that's always a fun evening.

Oh and I forgot, when you get back home, no panties for you, so hand them over princess.

Let's talk petnames

Sweet Ones: Princess, Best Girl, Dolly, Pretty Girl, Birdie, Angel, Sweetheart, Babygirl

Dirty Ones: Slutty Girl, Dumb Baby, Cumslut....

After dinner you might go out. He'll take you to a show, a fancy bar, a nightclub?

He's normally doing business but why not mix a little pleasure in with it?

You normally pick what you wear out, but he gets to watch. He likes when you wear makeup because he knows it'll be running down your cheeks later (hehe)

Any time you go out is an opportunity to rile Bucky up. Most of the time he does it to himself.

All you do is sit there looking perfect. Or dance a little bit. But that seems to be enough to make Bucky lose his cool.

There will often be fucking in a booth, the alley, the car, the lift....

By the time you get home you are a mess, a slave to his fingers, lips, cock. You want it all and he's more than happy to give it.

You might have to earn it, but don't worry, you'll get it.

Sloppy blowies, kissing, biting, squirting, spanking, thigh riding, spitting, fingering (the rings 😭). It's all there.

I'll write something don't worry babes

"You like being my little princess?"

"Gotta show them all who you belong to huh?"

"Daddy's gonna take such good care of you sweetheart"

"They think you're so sweet, but look at you, my little fuck toy, crying on my dick"

Mmmnh I love him

After, he runs you a bath and you get in together. He takes his time gently washing your hair, running a soft loofah over your sensitive skin.

Candles because it's less harsh on your eyes and it smells good.

He kisses your damp skin, whispering how much he loves you. How perfect you are.

After nearly all the bubbles have gone he picks you out of the bath and wraps you in a fluffy towel.

He likes rubbing lotions and potions on you, and this often leads to more sexy times because his touch is like fucking fire and you are so goddam soft and so he might just have to fuck you right there on the bathroom counter.

If you are chilly you can wear his Henley, otherwise you sleep naked, wrapped up in his arms.

SEXY NIGHT TIME SEX but that's for another day I think

Damn I lost control of that

[helpforihavefallen]

Hi! I loved your Tyler story so much! I was wondering if we could get more? a part 2 or a total different story it’s fine ^^

Part 2 of it coming right up! It’s 6am as i’m writing this so probably a lot more errors than in the first part-

First part here!

Warnings: none, not proofread

Tyler x Fem!Reader

...

A whole week passed since the pin incident with Tyler and y/n had hard time forgetting the, fleeing sweet moment. Not only has she received countless comments from the girls about her possibly liking Tyler, but she has been catching the boy himself around their group more.

It’s not that y/n minded, quite the opposite. But everytime she tried to ever so sneakily wave at the boy, he’d look away shoving his hands into his hoodies pockets again. Y/n pursed her lips. It was becoming frustrating at this point, she thought they made some progress getting away from that enemy area, but it seemed like they were stuck in a loop.

“Mei come on girl! Come to the karaoke with us tonight!” Abby yelled, letting out a frustrated groan as her friend shook her head with an apologetic look on her face.

“Temple duty, you already knew this Abby,” Mei let out a sigh but kept the smile on her face as she started to walk away, still deep in the explanation why the temple duty rules. Miriam rolled her eyes and mumbled a sentence of protest as Priya shook her head ever so slightly.

Y/n groaned, “But you never come and even i hate going but i still dooo-” her voice was whiny as she tried to plead to her friend with no success, “Your turn Mir i’m not good at begging.”

The girl stepped aside and let Miriam continue pleading to Mei. She looked around and walked away from the group to open her backpack until a very familiar boy caught her eyes. Their eyes met briefly and he pursed his lips awkwardly before motioning y/n to come closer. The girl raised her eyebrow but put her backpack back on and walked over to him, looking back as she went just to make sure that the girls wouldn’t notice.

“What’s up Tyler,” Y/n greeted him with a wide smile which seemed to to make the poor boy flustered. The girl grinned as she saw him cover his cheek just for a moment. 

“Y/n hey-” Tyler started but his voice cracked and he quickly coughed to cover it. He sighed, expecting the girl to laugh at him but to his surprise she stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish his sentence, “So uh- i have been thinking something after the...thing.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, but only nodded as she listened to him stumble with his words, “Mark me down as curious. Bit bummed you’re not wearing your Aa-” before she was able to finish the sentence, Tyler rushed to clam his hand on her mouth to stop her from talking. He pulled her closer to his face and shushed the girl. Y/n felt her cheeks burning. He was so close-

But then she realized that he was indeed holding his hand on top of her mouth and her brows furrowed. “Don’t! You know it’s a secret-” He hissed between his teeth before continuing where he previously left off, “So i was thinking that maybe we could-” he mumbled but suddenly felt something warm against his hand which he forgot on her mouth.

“DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND-”

Tyler screamed as he quickly removed his hand as y/n made overdramatic gagging noises, teasing the poor boy still. What the pair didn’t realize that the scream was loud enough for people around them to react and soon Abbys loud yells echoed through the air, “Y/n where did you go? Did she bail? Y/N!!!”

Y/n was about to turn around quickly to return to her friends but was once again stopped by Tylers disappointed expression. She sighed and turned back to the guy and patted him on the shoulder, “Sorry Tyler, but duty calls. Karaoke duty that is-” she trailed off as she saw her friends turn from the corner and she pushed Tyler behind the other corner. Not that the boy resisted it either, he was mentally running away already as he heard the girls friends come closer to them.

“Y/n i swear to 4town you move like a...vampire,” Priya furrowed her brows as they got close enough for her to hear. Y/n only laughed loudly, clearly still very much in panic as she shooed the friendgroup off, rambling how excited she was to go to the karaoke with them this instant without looking back.

Tyler slowly peeked out from the corner and saw the four girls walk forward, as y/n turned her head around and mouthed ‘sorry’ before giving her full attention to her friends. The boy let out a frustrated groan and kicked the tiny rock before him. He has to try again tomorrow.

...

Y/n groaned as she hit her head continually on her desk. Her throat hurt after singing too much. She shouldn’t have tried screamo- and if that wasn’t enough she started overthinking the whole Tyler thing which made sleeping impossible. This was not her day.

Small paper slide next to her not soon after and she raised her head to look at the sender. It was Priya. She raised an eyebrow and nodded ever so slightly towards the note and y/n tiredly opened it.

‘Are you a vampire?’

Y/n deadpanned and slowly turned to look back at Priya who let out an amused chuckle as the girl rolled her eyes, but soon wrote a reply to her.

‘Are you? We have matching eyebags it’s a sign of a vampire bloodsister’

Not only was Priya incredibly offended as she read the note, but she quickly started to write yet another note which turned into a full on note war between the friends but soon she got another note, this time from behind her. Y/n raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her classmate who just pointed behind him all the way to Tyler. Wait this was from Tyler? She quickly opened the note as her cheeks slowly but surely started to feel like they were on fire.

‘Can you see me after school?’

Y/n read the note over and over again, mentally having a full panic attack, her brains flipping inside her head multiple times. Why was she so excited about this? Come on y/n. She quickly scribbled an answer and was about to sent it back, but a large hand stopped her and in that moment y/n felt her soul to freeze in place. Maybe there was a special place in hell for her.

“What could possibly be so important that it can’t wait until the end of the class? You can surely tell it to us all.” The teacher mumbled, a tired frown on his face as he looked at the note. He handed the note back to her and stood there. waiting for her to read it out loud. Y/n wasn’t sure which one would be better, dying or reading the note out loud. Dying obviously, but she wasn’t able to just drop dead then and there but oh how she wished she could.

She heard some of  the students snicker as she stayed quiet, handing the note back to the teacher, muttering an apology to him, “This better not happen again.” He scoffed before returning to the front of the classroom. Y/n only sighed and lowered her head back onto the desk trying to hide from the embarrassment until the class was over.

Priya looked at her friend with a hint of worry and sighed. She better think of something to cheer her up and soon.

...

“SUE THE SCHOOL. BURN IT. DESTROY THE EVIDENCE.”

“Abby i don’t think that’s the solution.” Miriam interrupted their loud friend as turned back to y/n who was sitting on the bench, practically still trying to unfreeze her soul. Priya had quickly told the group what happened in the class and the break became a support group.

“No but why the teachers always has the need to humiliate us like that-” Mei groaned as she continuingly massaged y/n’s hand with a slow gentle flow, “It’s not like we are doing anything illegal.”

“Totally.”

Miriam hummed as she seemed to think of something and let out a chuckle, ”we could seek revenge.”

An excited gasp left from Priyas lips as her eyes widened, ”It’s like from the nightfall-”

“The teachers just want to see the world burn and make us suffer in the progress,” Y/n commented as the others continued their rant but soon she remembered who sent the note. Tyler. She looked around and spotted the curly haired boy walking towards the doors.

”I’m going to use the restroom i’ll be RIGHT back,” She cooed and shot up, speeding after the guy, leaving her friends behind yet again.

Tyler yawned as he opened the doors to outside but was rudely interrupted as a hand slammed the door shut from infront of him. He turned to see who the person was, already starting a line of insults but stopped himself as he saw y/n standing beside him.

”The answer is yes.”

And with that the girl left where she came from, leaving Tyler to stand there with a confused look on his face. But soon he remembered what she was referring to and he panicked. He had to prepare for this mentally...quickly.

...

“So...”

“So-”

Tyler was awkwardly kicking the ground as y/n stood infront of him with a waiting expression and a tiny smile. Damned be that smile as it made him feel all flustered. The rest of the school day went way too quickly as he was panicking and gathering courage and y/n has been planning a sweet revenge on the teacher with the girls. And before they knew it, it was time for them to meet. He finally sighed and took her hand without saying anything. Y/n raised her eyebrows, but decided not to break the tension with an usual stupid comment and waited what was about to happen.

Tyler handed her a very familiar pin of Aaron Z that he has, but it was brand new. Y/n blinked for a moment as she stared at the pin before looking at the blushing boy again, “You got this for me?”

“It’s a thanks for you know...keeping the secret and that-” before Tyler could finish the sentence he felt himself to be captured into a strong hug. His cheeks were burning as he realized what happened and he quickly hugged y/n back, “Thank you Tyler thank you! I love it!!”

The girl quickly broke the hug again and smiled wider than Tyler has ever seen her do and he smiled as well. He couldn’t help it. She quickly put the pin on her backpack and showed it to him proudly. “It’s so dope! I can’t believe you did this...I WILL CHERISH THIS WITH MY LIFE.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Tyler scoffed and shrugged but his cheeks were still burning as he averted eye contact with the girl. She only smiled as she looked down, “It’s a big deal for me.”

She sat down to the bench close to them and Tyler followed her, sitting down as well, ”Today sucked so bad i felt like i would die but this...this made my day.” Y/n smiled as she spoke before looking at Tyler.

The boy smiled back before massaging the back of his neck. This is it. ”Listen y/n. If you want we could start hanging out more. You seem cool and you know...” He shut his eyes, waiting for the worst as he was greeted by a long silence. His heart was pounding more rapidly than it was probably healthy and he felt his hands getting sweaty. Is this how friendships starts? Is it only friendship-

A sudden chuckle made him open his eyes again and he was greeted by flustered y/n, nodding before she spoke, ”I would love that Tyler.”

The pair shyly smiled at each other and y/n slowly scooted closer to him and let out a soft hum, ”you aren’t half bad you know that right?”

”I’m the coolest there ever was not only half bad,” Tyler retorted back and laughed as the girl booed and the pair continued bickering. He was happier than he would’ve guessed but...being with y/n felt natural like it was meant to be.

[noteguk]

be quiet | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. It can be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which jungkook is the best at picking the worst possible place for a quickie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, public sex (library), doing the nasty in the theology section, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mid-sex arguments, jk is a mean lil shit (nothing new), kind of dom!jk, creampie, oral (female receiving), cum eating, cum play

— words; 3.1k

— author’s note; this was requested by anon and I thought it would be a nice thing to drop before the angsty parts begin 😌 also, for time context, this happens a bit after “bad behavior”

~

You were pretty sure that Jungkook had chosen that section on purpose. Because he hated you, that’s why. 

Never once in your life had you wondered so far into the university’s library, past the known biology and chemistry shelves, and into the dusty alleyways of the humanities courses. And that was the shameful reason why you didn’t even know that there was a religious section in the first place. 

The realization was obvious if you actually stopped to think about it: there were so many classes related to theology in your university that it would be ridiculous not to have books on that. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel like the old, hardcover bible was staring at you in endless disappointment as Jungkook turned you around and threw the hem of your dress over your hips. 

“Shhhh, baby, keep it quiet,” he shushed you after a small whimper had escaped your lips, his palms spreading over your ass cheeks. “Someone’s gonna hear you.” 

Because Jungkook hated you (as previously established), he instantly contradicted himself with a loud slap against your ass. 

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you hissed, fumbling closer to him as he tugged your underwear to the side. The cold air hit your wet folds instantly, spreading goosebumps through your skin. Jungkook was an expert at noticing the most timid, basic ways that your body reacted to his touches, so the clear asymmetry between your rough speech and the shivers running through your body was enough to make him snicker. “Keep it down. This isn’t funny.” 

Jungkook chuckled behind you, the sharp noise of his zipper opening sounding like a gunshot inside that quiet building. “No. It’s hilarious, actually.” 

You sighed, praying to all the books around you that no one would stumble across that erotic spectacle. You had no idea if there was another living soul wandering around the library so late — in fact, the place was like thirty minutes away from closing and you were positive that the librarian was already dozing off on the front counter when you arrived, so she was probably balls deep in REM sleep by that point. There was no one cramming for midterms, no night owls to interrupt the two of you and, just to top it all off, it was a fucking Friday. The library was so empty that you didn’t even know why you went to that place. 

Okay, that was a lie. You went there because Jungkook had booty called you — yeah, yeah, boo-hoo, shame and disgrace — but, in your defense, you honestly thought he was just in desperate need for some extra help with his project (which was what he had initially told you). Turns out, “extra help” in Jungkook Dictionary didn’t mean the academic one. It meant that he was pathetically hard and he wanted somewhere to stick his dick in (instead of doing it like a normal person and using his hand). 

Regardless, your position was equally embarrassing. You could’ve just walked away when you realized his true intentions, and not followed him into the theology section of the library, for fuck’s sake. You really needed to start exercising some self love and put some limits in that chaotic situationship before you got yourself in serious trouble. 

Still, all those mental promises turned into silence when you felt his fingers playing with your folds, teasing their way between them. “So fucking wet,” Jungkook’s horniness dripped from his voice like honey, so soft and deep that got your knees buckling, back arching so he could reach your heat better. “Such a needy girl. Always begging for cock.” 

“I didn’t beg for anything,” you weren’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit; looking over your shoulder just so you could stare him down. Somewhere along your messy make-out session and the Bible-induced guilt, Jungkook had already moved his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, his cock standing erect and proud. His timing was fantastic when he was actually interested in something. “You’re the one that can’t keep it in your pants.” 

He scoffed. “Don’t ruin the mood.” Jungkook punctuated his sentence with the plunging of two of his fingers inside your pussy, making a surprised whimper fall from your mouth — which you suppressed a second too late. “And of course I can’t, not when you’re dressed like this.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the pleasure that started to build up at the pumping of his fingers in and out of you. “My knee-level dress is neither sexy nor an open invitation, you troglodyte.” You had chosen to wear that dress because it was a deliciously warm afternoon, not because you wanted to get railed while staring at religious texts. Jungkook, however, seemed to stare at your choice of clothing like he was looking at an “all you can eat” bouffet. You groaned. “But if you’re gonna do it, can you rush? I don’t wanna get caught.” 

It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as his digits left your heat. You knew he’d tease you endlessly if you didn’t say that, and you two were on a tight schedule. “You never do,” he mumbled. 

“Duh,” you said, watching as his hand curled around his cock, pumping it a few times. You placed your own hands on the shelves and refused to look at the books any longer. “I have a future, you know. Don’t wanna get expelled halfway through the—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted you, holding onto your hips. Jungkook aligned himself with your entrance, coating his crown with your wetness and grunting at the sensation. “Fuck. Don’t wanna talk about your stupid high marks right now.” 

Jungkook made his point clear with a swift roll of his hips, his thick length gradually entering your pussy. You bit down on your lip, closing your eyes as you marveled at the aphrodisiac sensation of his cock opening you up. “Shit,” you moaned — a whispered, breathy moan that wiped all your fierceness away. “You’re so — fuck — so annoying.” 

“I said shut up,” Jungkook hissed, his cock hitting deep inside you with a strong hit of his hips against yours. You could feel him everywhere, mercilessly pushing his way inside your tight walls and stretching them wide for him. 

Your eyes instantly fell shut, eyebrows raising as he started to set a rhythm, moving in and out of your soaked heat. The sounds of your bodies meeting was dirty and, worst of all, it was super perceptible to any one passing by — however, in typical Jungkook magic, you quickly forgot about most of your worries. “Oh my… Jungkook,” you gasped, feeling his grasp on your skin grow tighter at the uttering of his name. “Someone’s… someone’s gonna hear us.” 

But you had successfully managed to piss Jungkook off, which was a terrible sign in that specific (public) situation. “Shit, you’re always like this,” he groaned, raising the force of his thrusts. A desperate moan died on your throat at the feeling of his cock drilling in and out of you, your breath shallow. That couldn’t be good. “Can’t stop fucking talking.” 

Thinking was starting to get difficult, and speaking was even worse. “That’s not what I—”

Another whimper broke your sentence, your trail of thought long forgotten, and he used that opening to his advantage. One of Jungkook’s hands slithered from your hip to the front of your body, moving between your breasts before, at last, settling on your neck. There was no strength on his actions when he pulled you backwards, making your back press against his chest. “Why can’t you understand when I tell you to be fucking quiet, uh?” His voice was a rough growl close to your ear, filled with so much hunger that you almost lost your balance. Before you did, however, the tap of two of his fingers on your lips made your focus shift. “Do both of us a fucking favor and put your mouth to good use.” 

For the first time that night, you were obedient. Without hesitation, you parted your lips so his fingers could move inside your mouth, a deep exhale leaving his chest once you started sucking on them; muffling your whimpers. 

“That’s it, fuck,” he praised, his momentaneous anger slipping away from his grasp. You could feel Jungkook throbbing inside you every time you swirled your tongue around his digits, his length splitting you open like no one else could. “You’re so fucking tight. The only reason why I don’t stuff your mouth full of my cock right now is because this pussy is too good.” 

You clenched around him, tried to say something that sounded like gibberish with his fingers still in your mouth. Amazingly so, Jungkook understood what it was. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked, breathless. You could only nod, your body bouncing up and down with the force of his precise thrusts. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “You know, I should just leave you like this, see if you learn to shut up for once.” 

“Pfflease, no,” you struggled to get out. 

“No? Now you listen to what I have to say?” Jungkook kept teasing you, watching as your initial petulant attitude was washed away. Doing that to you seemed to be a habit that he couldn’t let go, no matter how hard he tried. There was something about the way you fumbled and whimpered under his grasp that inflated his ego more than anything. “You only listen when I have you like this. Don’t you think that’s funny?” 

Jungkook pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using that hand to press your body closer to his; tattooed arm wrapped in an iron grip around your waist. “Sorry,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing at that point; you were just trying to grasp at anything that could bring you some sort of salvation. Maybe if you tried to appease his pestering spirit, he wouldn’t be so cruel when it came to your release. “Jungkook, please.” 

“Please what?” He asked, his breath ragged against your ear; sounding like he was almost getting lost in your pussy. 

“Please let me cum, please,” you begged. You didn’t know how he managed to do it: to make your entire personality crumble down into a desperate, needy mess with little to no effort. He knew just the right buttons to push; just the right way to fuck you. It was a dangerous game that you were playing and the score clearly wasn’t in your favor. 

“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, a particularly loud moan ripping itself from his throat at another hash buckle of his hips. He was fucking your so well that you couldn’t even remember where you were for a second, all inihibitions pushed aside as your mind turned into a hazed, disconnected mess. “First, be a good girl and let me fill you up.” 

You nodded desperately, not trusting yourself to say anything else. The heat in your stomach was building up at a worrisome speed, threatening to spill over at any given second, and yet you didn’t think it would happen quick enough. 

Just as you expected, Jungkook was cumming a few thrusts later, spilling himself inside your pussy as he groaned against your shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” he was fighting for air, trying to keep his moans as quiet as he could manage them. And yet, when his mouth right next to your ear, you could hear with divine clarity the beautiful, airy sighs he gifted you as he continued to fuck you through his high. “Take it, come on. Fuck.” 

You were almost pleading for your own body to hush and allow you to cum before Jungkook pulled away but, once again, you weren’t that lucky. You were left with shaky legs as he removed himself from your heat; feeling awfully empty as he swirled you around before crashing his mouth against yours in a messy kiss. 

Yes, Jungkook fucked you like no one else could, but kissing him managed to be even more heavenly sometimes. Time and time again, he would surprise you with kisses that left you seeking for air; the slow drag of his tongue against yours matching perfectly with the way his hand cupped your cheek, thumb delicately caressing the skin. It was the eye of a hurricane, the tranquil skies before the storm hit, and you could get lost in it with such ease that it scared you sometimes. 

But then he pulled away, and the magic left you just as quickly as it had arrived. “J-Jungkook, I didn’t—“ 

“Shh, baby, I know.” Another tender kiss against your lips, and his mouth moved to your jaw, nibbling on the skin. “Gonna clean you up, princess. Don’t worry.” 

Brain too overwhelmed to react, you were left speechless as Jungkook trailed a path of sloppy kisses down your neck, sending shivers down your spine before, at last, getting down on his knees before you. A question got trapped in your throat, rapidly forgotten, when he raised one of your thighs and placed it over his shoulder. “Hold this up for me.” He signed at the hem of your dress, and you did as he requested, pulling the fabric to the level of your breasts. “That’s my girl.” 

A shivering sigh danced on your tongue as you waited for him to move, his eyes eagerly taking in the way his release dripped between your folds, mingling with your own wetness. Jungkook loved to watch his work. “So pretty,” Jungkook mumbled, as he always did; sounding like he was trapped in a daydream. Like you weren’t actually supposed to hear that. “Always so pretty for me.” 

You got lost in his praise for exactly two seconds before he was leaning in and pressing his mouth against your heat. Your hips buckled forward, barely held in place by his strong arms around your thighs. “Jungkook,” you called his name, making his dark eyes snap towards yours. His tongue prodded against your opening once, twice, teasing your pussy a few times before he licked his path up your slit, lips wrapping around your clit. “God, so good.” 

Jungkook hummed against your heat, lapping between your folds like he was a starved animal, not caring about the fact that his own cum was mixed with your arousal. You were starting to consider that maybe he had a bit of an oral fixation, because you never saw him so focused as when he had his face buried between your thighs; his tongue playing with your sensitive spots so eagerly that you couldn’t help but whine out his name. 

“Oh— Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling  as that familiar pressure started to build on the base of your spine. Your hands were sweaty, clenching onto the fabric of your flowery dress as Jungkook continued to moan and lick his way around your pussy. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Jungkook was looking up at you through the thick curtain of his messy hair, his devilish eyes sparking up in a silent dare for you to make a mess on his tongue. At the same time that he told you to keep quiet, you knew that he got off when you were loud — especially in a place like that, where the two of you could get caught. He was a fucking demon when he wanted to be, and he seriously didn’t have any trouble dragging you to hell along with him. 

The worst part was that you liked it. You liked it since the very first time he had you, liked the way he took your precious control away from you. You liked when he had you like that: a shivering, desperate mess hanging by a thread; dwelling in the fantastic sensation of his wet muscle prodding your entrance, fucking it open as he stared up at you like he could eat you whole. 

It was always the sight of Jungkook like that — between your thighs, eating you out like you were his favorite sweet — that pushed you over the edge. You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, muffling your needy cries as you finally reached your high, his tongue still playing with your clit as you came down. Jungkook groaned as a small wave of your arousal dripped on him, his mouth expertly cleaning it up, just like he had promised. 

“S-Stop,” you whimpered, a violent shiver overtaking your muscles as you started to feel the effects of your sensitivity. “Too much.” 

After a final stroke of his tongue against your slick, Jungkook tugged your panties back in place and removed your thigh from his shoulder before, finally, he moved back to his feet. Your hand, weak, let go of the fabric and allowed your dress to collapse back into place, covering the mess between your legs. 

He smirked at your overwhelmed, fucked-out state as he tugged himself back inside his pants. The sound of his zipper was once again a noisy interruption, which brought along a new wave of panic as you remembered your location. 

You grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, twisting it around so you could look at his watch. “We have five minutes until closing time.” You sighed heavily, looking up at him with your typical irritated stare. His magic didn’t last for long, after all. “Why are you always like this?”

“Like what?” Jungkook raised one eyebrow, unable to hide the entertainment in his voice as he watched your expression. He ran one hand through his dark hair, pushing it back. “Incredibly handsome? Charismatic? Good at everything? Including eati—”  

“I was going to ask why do you have the inherent need to defile religious places, but whatever helps you sleep at night,” you interrupted. “By the way, this,” you pointed between you two, “is not happening again. So I hope you had a good last time.” 

Jungkook chuckled, holding your chin with his fingers. “This is like the third time you’re saying that, baby.” He pulled you in for a quick kiss, barely a tender press of his lips against yours. “But whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

 ~

Check out the rest of the bad influence collection!

Taglist: @youurkryptonite @taehyungieskith @fan-ati--c @btstrasht @crazy4myself @sashimi-mochi @ft-multi @kooafraid @dianaaviny @ggukkieland @cryinginmypromdress @kissestothesky @imluckybitches @gyukult @jinsalpaca @0901-1230

[xbadgerbearx]

bird

word count: 1.6k

Can’t Sleep: [4] … [6]

Not too long later, Gaius Grieves revealed himself. Your little trio watched as Robert discreetly put a gun to his back and started talking. You weren't close enough to decipher what he said. Once he started moving your team got the cue to follow. However, everyone stopped in their tracks once soldiers were spotted.

"I thought Milton was supposed to be our lookout," you muttered as the soldiers started speaking Spanish to the patrons in the club.

As the soldiers got more aggressive in their search for Americans, Robert turned to Cleo.

"All right," Robert motioned to Grieves. "Take him out through the back, all right? Find my coordinates in the pad and meet me in half an hour," he ordered while handing Abner a gun.

"What?"

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Go."

Cleo hesitated before grabbing Grieves.

"Let's go."

As you were leading your small group to the back entrance, you heard Robert yell out, "Hey, calm down! There's no need to disturb everyone's night."

You could faintly hear Flag speak up as you found a door marked Solo Empleados.

"This way."

Unfortunately the door you opened was the dressing room for the dancers. You heard Abner say, "Oh, God," before a stumbling sound and a gun being handled. You briefly looked back to see Abner holding Grieves at gun pointing and ordering him to "Move it!"

Damn. That was a little hot.

Pushing your way through the dancers and out the door, you let out a small gasp at the soldier standing in front of you. Cleo, ever the quick thinker, used her device to have a rat crawl down his throat.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

You eventually made your way outside in an alley. Milton jogged over once he caught sight of you four.

"Your equipment manipulates animal behavior, clever," Grieves spoke out. "I'm working on something similar with humans."

"Be quiet, please."

"You are perceivably panicked. I'm guessing that you are not the alphas of this battalion."

"Do you want a dozen angry rodents crawling up your ass?" Cleo snapped.

"My answer might not be what you expect."

"Disgusting," you commented as Abner ushered Grieves to move.

You quickly made your way into the van. Milton took the driver's seat, Abner sat in the middle across from Grieves who still had a gun pointed at him, and you and Cleo took a seat in the back by Nanaue.

"Hello, friends!"

"Hi, yes, hello to you too, Nanaue," you said before pointing at Grieves. "Nom nom this man if I give the word."

"Okay!"

Cleo rummaged through DuBois bag before handing you the coordinate pad he spoke of earlier. Was that a picture of his daughter you saw? You couldn't get a good look since Cleo zipped up the bag. Coordinates in hand, you made your way back up the front to give Milton directions.

"Oh ho ho, what's this?" Grieves smuggly declared. You were too busy paying attention to the road to hear him.

"What's what?"

"I saw that little look you gave to your teammate."

"There was no look," Abner denied.

"Ah, but there was. How are you going to pretend you weren't just looking at their ass as they passed? You seem to have a school boy crush."

"Abner has a crush?" Cleo entered the conversation.

"No!"

Grieves laughed before answering Cleo. "You seem to have forgotten that I study people for a living, and I am very good at my job."

"Pet pet and Polky?" Nanaue piped up from the back.

"No! No Pet pet and Polky," Abner said with exasperation. However, upon looking at you and seeing how captivating you looked under the flashing lights of the street lamps, he followed it up with defeated, "Okay, maybe Pet pet and Polky."

"Dios mío!" Cleo exclaimed before she was hurriedly shushed. They both looked over to see if you heard.

"Okay, now take a right onto this street."

You did not.

"I'm happy for you, Abner."

"You seem to have forgotten you are on a mission. This isn't some little girl's slumber party."

Cleo slapped Grieves over the back of the head as Abner seemed to remember that he had a gun in his hand.

"Be quiet."

"Is- is that them?"

The team all looked at you as they looked out the window. Following your gaze, it landed on an upside down armored vehicle in a ditch.

"Of course it is, who else would be dumb enough," you sighed.

Milton slowly approached the area and parked the van. As soon as it stopped you jumped out to see if they were still there. Turns out you didn't have to wait long; the back door unlocked to reveal your three teammates scuffed but otherwise unharmed.

You wouldn't admit it but you felt relieved.

"All right," Robert grunted. "Let's go to Jotunheim."

"Nope. There's somethin' we gotta take care of first."

"What?"

Rick sighed out, "As much as it pains me to say, we gotta get Harley Quinn."

"Harley who?"

"Quinn. She was on Team 1 with me. Now that I know where she is, we gotta go get her."

"Fuck no."

"Come on, man." They made their way back into the van after you. "She's a valuable asset."

"I said no."

"Don't make me get Waller into this."

Robert thought for a moment. "Fuck, fine, alright. We'll go get 'er."

Everyone eventually got seated. This time you actually sat in a seat since you weren't planning on taking an impromptu nap—although that did sound nice. Flag filled Milton out on the details and directed him on where to go as you all got cozy. Robert and Chris were going at it again, Cleo was asleep, Nanaue was trying to get you to sit in his lap, and Abner was watching in amusement.

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"Pet pet?"

"No, Nanaue."

Nanaue put on his best pout, "Please?"

You should not have turned around to look at him. Sighing, you stood up and made your way over to him.

"Hahaha!" He sounded like a giddy kid in a candy store. He gently picked you up and placed you on his lap. Immediately he started petting you again and hummed. Your legs were cramped and you felt like you were about to fall off his lap. Without saying anything, you sprawled your legs across Abner's lap. He just looked at you with a smile before adjusting himself to accommodate you. Resting his arms over your legs, he continued looking out the window.

"How fascinating."

"Hmm?" You looked at Grieves.

"You don't happen to also control animal behavior, do you?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"Fair."

You heard a loud sigh from Chris. "Is this going to become a regular occurance?"

"What, you jealous? I'm calling it now, if we have another night during this mission I'm using him as my cuddle buddy."

"Whatever."

Although you said you wouldn't, you were almost asleep before Robert made the call for everyone to gear up. While everyone was rushing to get their gear on, you just yawned and leaned over to handcuff Grieves to a seat before making yourself at home on Nanaue again. You weren't exactly trained to fight with weapons, although you did grab a nearby combat knife to carry.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. You're gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester."

"This is coming from a guy that wears a toilet seat on his head."

"We don't leave our own behind," Rick reminded.

"You're okay with this?"

"No, but I've been around Flag when he's got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it."

"Motherfucker!"

Just as everyone seemed almost ready, you hopped off Nanaue and gently nudged Cleo.

"Come on, gotta wake up."

"All right, let's go."

Everyone—besides Grieves—exited the vehicle before Flag announced his plan.

"All right, we'll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley's still alive."

Still butthurt about what Robert said, Chris stubbornly muttered, "It's not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom!"

Everyone got into position; Peacemaker somehow scaled a building to get a vantage point, Abner was down the street looking for traffic, Rick and Robert were beside one of the walls ready to climb to the third floor, you turned into a bird (much to the amazement of your team) so you could quickly enter the window Robert would open, and Nanaue—who forgot you turned into a bird—stared at you.

"Ratatouille, what do you got?"

"Third floor hallway's clear. Abner?"

"There doesn't seem to be any incoming traffic."

"Bird."

"Nanaue, that's Mimic you meathead- and stay off the comm!"

"Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just give the word."

"Fire on three, two..."

"What're you guys doing?"

Rick looked at Harley, then DuBois, then back to Harley. "I... you- we're here to save you."

"You were gonna... save me?" Harley visibly looked touched.

"It was a really good plan, too."

"Well I can go back inside and you can still do it."

"That's patronizing," Bloodsport commented.

You saw Harley drag a big stick thing over to Flag and hug him.

"Uh, what's with the javelin?"

"I'm waiting for God to tell me."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Yeah, or Him. Or any of them, really."

You and Nanaue watched as Harley and Bloodsport had an awkward introduction.

"Never mind everyone, Harley is secure."

"What?"

"Meet me in the van so we can leave as quickly as possible."

Sighing, you morphed back into your original form. Nanaue made an audible gasp as he saw you sitting on the railing.

"Pet pet?

"Yes, Nanaue, it's me, Pet pet."

King Shark laughed as he started petting you immediately. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you swatted his hand away and motioned for him to follow you.

[hoonhrt]

EMBRASSE-MOI

: pairing — student! jay x tutor! reader

: genre — fluff, crack 

: song recc. — L’amour by Miel De Montagne 

: a/n — this lowkey sucks but I've been wanting to get work out so I'm sorry if this isn't the best :(( also I'm still learning french so if some of it is wrong pls lmk so i can fix it!! 

Jay was your school’s resident bad boy. blond hair, all-black outfits, cuts class and yells at kids that look his way. you know? the usual. You on the other hand were the complete opposite. straight-A student. A quiet kid who didn’t dare look the ways of Jay Park and his Clique™. So imagine the shock that was felt when the boy you avoided at all costs, walks up to you in the middle of the cafeteria asking for French lessons. 

“You want me to do what?” He rolls his eyes, tired of this conversation already. 

“Can you not hear? I’m failing French and I need to pass or else my parents won’t let me move to France.” He speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And you’re asking me why?” He rolls his eyes again for what felt like the 100th time. You’re just confused about how he even knows of your existence.

“Listen, all I know that you’re in my French class and that you pay attention, I’ll even pay you I just need to get my mark up.” You perk up to the sound of money. You don’t really need but it’s still nice to have some. Doing this will get you good Karma right? 

“Fine. Meet me at the library every Monday and Wednesday after class, got it?” Jay stares at you with annoyance. He really does not want to be wasting his senior year on stupid lessons but, here we are. He reluctantly agrees and watches you walk away, struggling to hold your books in your arms. He turns around and lets out a deep sigh, wondering if the hot chicks and fancy baguettes in France are really worth this

Minutes turned into hours as you waited for Jay to show up. You waited patiently for hours just for this kid to not show up. Annoyed, you start to pack up your books. You don’t know why you’d think someone like Jay would actually show up to a voluntary tutor session. You were just about to make your way out of the library when you see someone running towards you almost like the flash. As the figure got closer to your still body, you realize it was Jay. Now, bent over in front of you gasping for air with his tongue out like a dog. You stared at his limped-over figure with confusion and slight disgust. 

“s-s-sorry i was… late, i f-forgot about… this.” he manages to speak out with the little air he has in him. He stands up and evens out his breath. 

“what makes you think i’m gonna tutor you now? you wasted my time Park, i have a life too you know.” you snap at him. He stares at you for a brief second before letting out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and slapping his leg. He sees your serious expression, your eyes glaring at him like an eagle and awkwardly stops laughing. 

“Look, i’m paying you and this is only gonna last for a little while. i just need to pass, that’s it.” His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, a look that is extremely rare to see from Jay Park. He looked a little cute. You dramatically sigh and start walking into the library, Jay following behind you. 

You settle at the table you sat at prior, re-opening your book bag to pull out your notes. He just watches you do that, not making an effort to even bring out a pencil. 

“Okay, so how much french do you even know?” 

He stares into space, a little hesitant to continue. “Um, i can ask if i can go to the bathroom?” You stare at him with disbelief. You’ve been in this class with him for months and that’s all he knows. 

“THAT’S IT?” 

“Oh and i can say good morning!” you let out a loud groan that catches the attention of others around, causing them to loudly shush at you. Feeling annoyed again, you contemplate if the money was really worth it. You sigh out and start looking for your notes from the beginning of the semester. This was gonna take a LONG time. 

“... and that’s how you conjugate verbs in the past tense, aka passé composé!” You finish off the session with joy. Jay on the other hand has gone completely blank, not remembering a single word you just told him. He stares down at his notes, then at you, then back down at his notes. You can see the struggle on his face and he hasn’t said a word yet. 

“I’m never gonna pass french. This is it. I can kiss France goodbye.” he claims with despair. This already too hard for him and he barely has learned anything. He sets his head on the table and mumbles to himself about how he will never be happy if he doesn’t live his youthful 20’s in France. You sat across from him irritated with his discouraging behaviour and a little sad that you weren’t able to teach him well. Until you come up with a plan that might help him improve much quicker.  

“What if… we hang out this weekend? We can do something and we’ll only speak in French! Of course I’ll help you and all that. But like, maybe? Only if you want to of course you probably don’t wanna spend your weekend with me i dont know you know its just a plan.” you ramble on and on without stopping and Jay simply just watches you. He smirks a little before nodding. 

“How about you put your number in my phone and then I’ll text you when I’m free hm?” he slides his phone across the table towards you and eyes you typing it in. He catches a glimpse of your rose-coloured cheeks and smirks a little more. 

“Okay, uh there’s my number! Just um, text me you know, when you’re free!” you manage to stutter out. Jay just nods at you and again, watches you walk away. This time a slight smile across his face. 

A sudden notification pulls you away from your thoughts. An unknown number that you had a feeling belonged to a particular boy you didn’t think would actually text you. 

042-002-1130: bonjour 

042-002-1130: was that even right

042-002-1130: anyways I’m free on saturday if you wanna hang ig 

042-002-1130: samedi is saturday right 

042-002-1130: it is wow im such a genius 

You let out a snort at his cocky behaviour and reply back, letting him know that you were free yourself and to meet you at the school grounds at 2 pm. 

Saturday shows up as you wait outside the school gates, a picnic basket in hand. An all-black car with dark tinted windows zooms up to you. The window is pulled down and alas, the handsome boy sits in the driver’s seat, ushering you to get into the car with his hand. 

“Woah a picnic basket? Listen y/n you’re cool and all but this isn’t a date,” he speaks and notices you roll your eyes. A smug smile tugging his lips. 

“No you asshole, I have a plan with this.” 

“Tell me,” Jay begins to drive away from the school. The destination is unknown to you but extremely familiar to the boy next to you. 

“In here there is a bunch of food, in order for you to eat, you’re gonna have to say the name of the food in french.” He turns his head to see you looking back at him, a sweet smile places on your face. Jay has always known of you. You sat in the back of the classroom, handed in all your work on time and never skipped a class. You had very few friends and always seemed to be lost in a dream world when you weren’t working. Jay had never been able to speak to you personally as you always avoided him but know he has the chance to actually talk to you, and he doesn’t wanna mess it up. 

The car stopped at the edge of a giant grassy field. The greenery going miles ahead. Trees surrounding the two of you. Jay like a gentleman runs out of the car to open the door for you. You blush at his actions, thanking him silently by smiling at him. 

He directs you to a small spot under a tree. You lay out a blanket for you to sit on while Jay leans up against the tree. You tell him to sit down next to you as you bring out all the little snacks to share with him. He thinks that he could get used to this. 

“D’accord, commençons! Qu'est-ce que ç'est?” (okay, lets start! What is this?) 

You pick up a grape. He thinks for a little bit before answering. “Un raisin.” (a grape) You clap with glee and hand him over the grape. A silence falls between you both, unaware of how to keep going. He picks up a strawberry and brings it to your face. “Tu aime les fraises?” (do you like strawberries?) You eye him for a second, for someone who said he only knows how to ask how to go the bathroom in french, he knows quite a bit. You nod a little, opening your mouth and letting him feed you the sweet fruit. Your face matches the colour of the strawberry and he giggles. You pull out a sandwich and ask him to describe what’s in it. 

“Dans le sandwich, il y a du jambon, du beurre, et de la tomate.” (in the sandwich there is some ham, some butter, and some tomato.) He speaks confidently. 

“Trés bien Jay! Tu es bon en parler francias!” (very good Jay! You are really good at speaking French!) 

“Merci, mon Cheri.” (Thank you, my dear.) you blush even more before and shy away from Jay’s gaze. Jay being the very bold guy that he is, placing his hand underneath your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. You both just stare at each other as the sun sets behind you. Was Jay always this beautiful? His eyes scan over your face seeking for any discomfort, none is to be found. So he makes the move and starts to lean in. You already have your eyes closed and lips puckered out, ready to embrace a feeling you’ve never felt before.

His breath fans over your lips and just before he kisses you he asks “je peux t’embrasser? (can I kiss you?) you eagerly nod and whisper out “embrasse-moi.” (kiss me.) Jay finally places his lips on yours and everything feels right. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. You stay in this position with him for a little while before you pull back for air. Both his hands cradle your face, his thumb rubbing across the apples of your cheeks.

“I still have a lot to learn y’know?” Jay breaks the silence. You laugh out loud, falling into his lap. 

“Same time next week then yeah?” He lets out a ‘hmm’ and watches you rest your head against his thigh, playing with the ends of your hair. ‘Maybe France could wait a little’ he thought. 

[joanquill]

Sugarcoated News

Being Albert's sugar baby-- mistress? Escort? Either way-- It led to a lot of trouble, but nothing that you can't handle. Except for one morning when you weren't feeling your best.

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: I have NO knowledge in how sugar relationships work, if there's something that should be changed or removed, let me know.

Tag/s: SugarDaddy!Albert, Fem!SugarBaby!Reader

Warning/s: Suggestive, Mentions of Sex, Profanity

As you tried to move, you heard someone groan as they held you tightly around the waist.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw that you were still in the inn, Albert peacefully sleeping as he hugged you tightly.

You breathed out a smile as you turned around, hissing slightly at the muscle pain.

“It’s morning already…” you reminded, making him sigh.

“I’ll go first…” he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly got up from the bed, showing some pinkish marks on his neck down to his chest.

“Oh, shit…” you mumbled, moving closer as you touched his shoulder.

Albert looked at you curiously, seeing the problem on himself.

“And who’s fault is that?” he chuckled with a smirk, making you smack his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t worry, they won’t be seen,” he reassured as he put on the robe left on the chair.

“I guess that’s true…” you mumbled, pulling the sheets closer to your chest as the cold air hit your bare skin.

“I’ll just stay here while you leave….” you snuggled back into the bed, groaning slightly from the ache, making Albert look over at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making you nod your head.

“Yup… Just a little sore,” you smiled as you enjoyed the warmth of the blankets.

“I’ll see you next week then?” you asked, making him smile and lean over you.

“As always,” he replied as you propped yourself up with your elbow and kissed his lips.

“But be a little gentle next time, okay, Albert? It’s a bit awkward to explain why there’s a limp to my step every week,”

“(Y/N)! Good morning!” (F/N) greeted as they hit you playfully on the back, making you stumble forward.

“Oh! Sorry… I forgot,” they muttered, helping you up as you felt your face warm up.

“I’m fine…” you reassured, but the limp was still evident.

“Uh-huh…” they smirked, making you roll your eyes, “Anyways, the boss was looking for you last night. Something about a mistake in the reports?”

“What!? I already finished my reports two days ago!” you exclaimed, making (F/N) shush you.

“Don’t worry, I smoothed things over. It was just some grammar and spelling mistakes. Apparently, it’s one of the interns, and the boss just wants you to train them more,”

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose, your head already hurting with the thoughts of what the day would bring.

“Ms. (L/N)!” Anthony shouted, surprising you and (F/N) as he bowed stiffly.

“I’m sorry for my mistake! It won’t happen again!” he shouted, making you sigh.

“Don’t worry about it. I should have checked the reports more thoroughly,” you reassured, unlocking the door to your office.

“Yeah, we’re lucky Mrs. Smith was in a good mood,” as you walked in, you let out a yawn and could still feel the heaviness of your body as you leaned on the door.

“Ms. (L/N)? Are you feeling okay?” Anthony asked worriedly, making you straighten up.

“Y-Yes… Just a little sleepy,” you reassured, seeing (F/N)’s suggestive expression from behind him, but decided to ignore them.

“Do we still need to see Mr. Jones for the new prototype of the product?”

The day went on, and you noticed you kept visiting the bathroom to pee, rest a couple of minutes, or just feel queasy.

“Are you sure you’re okay, (Y/N)?” (F/N) asked, holding onto you as you both went home.

“Yes… I’m fine,” you reassured, but the grey on your face and the sunken look in your eyes said otherwise.

“I just need some time to rest…” you added, stumbling on your feet as you saw a man in a lab coat looking lost in front of your place and turning his head to you.

“Excuse me, do you know a (Y/N) (L/N)?” he asked, reading the note in his hand.

“That’s me…” you answered, raising your brow.

“Oh! Good day, miss!” he chirped, “I’m Dr. Moore. Mr. Moriarty sent me,” he smiled, making your blood go cold as he gave you his note.

“He asked me to give you a quick home check-up,” he explained, making you sigh.

“I see…” you mumbled, internally cursing the man as you made your way to your front door.

“How have you been feeling, Ms. (L/N)?” he asked, writing something on his clipboard.

“Pretty tired, actually…” you admitted, swinging your legs as you observed the doctor take some tools from his bag.

“Do you feel ill? Nauseous? Feverish?”

“Nauseous, yes… I was also going to the bathroom more often,” you added as he listened to your heartbeat through a stethoscope.

“When was your last menstruation cycle?” he asked, making you furrow your brows.

“Like… a while back…?” you answered, not really remembering when was the last.

“I see…” he muttered, taking out his clipboard, “I have reason to believe you might be pregnant, Ms. (L/N),” he beamed, making your face drop.

“I’m sorry…?” you muttered, taking it all in.

“You are with child, Ms. (L/N),” he smiled as he took your hand, “Congratulations!” he shook your hand and wrote something on the clipboard.

“Here are the recommended food and drinks, medicine for the symptoms, and my office number if you need another check-up,” he gave you the paper and fixed his tools.

“Shall I call Mr. Moriarty and share the news?” he asked, and you quickly shook your head.

“I-I’ll go tell him myself, thank you so much…” you smiled as Dr. Moore nodded his head.

“I’ll be off then,” he tipped his hat as he made his way to the door.

“Mr. Moriarty!” he greeted, making you internally freak out as you put your face in your palm.

“Dr. Moore, is the check-up already done?” Albert’s voice asked, making you mentally prepare yourself.

“Yes, and I am happy to assure you Ms. (L/N) is fine with some wonderful news!” Dr. Moore reassured you as you paced around the floor, recalling your past encounters with Albert.

“That’s good to hear. Thank you again,”

“No worries, my boy,” you heard Dr. Moore’s footsteps receding as Albert was getting closer.

“(Y/N)?” Albert called out, making you stop, “How was the check-up?”

You awkwardly laugh as you scratch the back of your neck.

“You won’t believe it…”

Part 2 here!

[piningfor-pinestwins]

Natural Attraction - Confrontations (Stan X Reader Slow Burn; Eventual Not SFW)

Yawning, you find yourself still dozing off while stretching out your legs, waiting for Fiddleford to finish packing up his tent while the twins bicker about the “correct” way to fold a sleeping bag. You smile to yourself, cracking open an eye and biting your tongue from making a comment about this being why you’d brought a quilt instead, but you keep it to yourself as you lean forward to stretch. Wincing as you roll your injured ankle back and forth, you’re reminded of the night you’d dealt with.

It ached as you adjusted your shoe on your foot, tying the shoelaces tighter to try and support your ankle a little better for the trek ahead. Ford hasn’t said much (to you, anyway--he’s still very wordy when it comes to his current argument with his brother as the both of them shove differently-folded sleeping bags away into their respective packs), but you’re certain that the day will prove to be long and tiring. Still, as you fix the tops of your socks, you have an odd sense of...hopefulness? Excitement? You aren’t sure, but the anticipation is strong.

The sensation only grows as Stan comes toward the tree you’re leaned up against. Warmth flutters in your stomach when he catches your eye, a knowing sort of smile spread across his cheeks when he adjusts his and your bags onto his shoulder. He clears his throat as he reaches his hand down to you, his smile warming you from the inside. “Hey, you. About ready to head out?” He asks, voice soft with an almost-gravelly sleepiness which makes you smile.

As I’ll ever be, you answer as you take his hand. Stan pulls you up slowly, your hand in his with his other arm outstretched to catch your side, just in case. Wincing as you put weight onto your tweaked ankle, you hold to Stan a little tighter, all the while hearing his voice whisper soft encouragements until you’re upright. “That’s it, honey--slower, slower,” he soothes. You’re unsure if it’s his words, the gravel in his voice, or proximity, but your cheeks flush at his soft urging, a flutter in your chest. His outstretched arm is closer now, that hand resting securely on your lower back to remind you of its presence, gently brushing his thumb against your hip (which, frankly, doesn't help, since the flutter only moves to your belly).

“There ya go, hon. Y’feeling any better today?” Stan levels his gaze to you, the concern knitting his brows together in a way that makes you smile, averting your eyes quickly so he can't see the tenderness there. You reach, patting his chest lightly to ease his mind when you meet his eye again, Feeling just fine, thank you.

“Kissed you all better?” He asks low, voice playful as he quirks a brow down at you. You flush as your own brows shoot upward, pushing lightly on his chest as you urgently shush him, looking toward where Ford and Fidds are chatting. The both of them quickly avert their gazes, knowing smiles still spreading their cheeks as they turn away--you almost wish you hadn’t caught them looking.

Your cheeks burn despite your smile, giving the cocky man ahead of you a stern look, Don’t be so obvious, Stanley, you tease in a whisper, your thumbs brushing lightly over the hem of the white tank top he wears, acting as though you’re smoothing down his shirt. Your hands drop away with one final pat, smiling wider when he looks at you with something akin to surprise. “Sorry, hon. Just...a little giddy this morning, is all.”

Wonder why? You hum in question, shaking your head as you hold out your hand toward him. At first, he stalls, eyeing your hand with a furrowed brow, questioning. He reaches to take your hand, a bashful sort of smile growing on his face before you motion to your bag. He coughs a gruff sound, and you only barely save him the embarrassment this time, looking down as you feel your smile at his pinkened cheeks. He releases your hand easily, trading its place with the strap of your bag as he turns to look toward the other two instead, lightly rubbing at the back of his neck. You take the duffle bag, looping your arms into the straps to turn it into a good-enough backpack for the trek ahead.

You stretch your ankle gingerly, biting into the inside of your cheek. Surely, there should be some sort of tracks for your creature somewhere around here… Moving carefully to test your first few steps, you crouch beneath a tree limb, leaving the familiar grassy space to try and find your next clues to where it may be.

“Hey--don’t run off!” Fiddleford scolds from his place beside Ford, taking a few steps as he reaches, as if to catch you in the act, “Even if it’s sunny out, yer luck hasn’t been great for the past….well, 12 hours.” You almost laugh, shaking your head, Not running off, just...trying to find where we go next, you explain. He keeps walking closer, a little smile budding on his face as he comes to join you. “At least lemme help you,” he teases, pushing away a branch near the top of your head. You look over to him and duck under it as you laugh, Thanks, Fidds.

“The last tracks we’d seen were just that direction,” He points toward the unnervingly-familiar patch from the night before, and you frown as you take a few more tentative steps. “I’m sure there’s more o’them somewhere around here....”

Fidds moves alongside you, the both of you looking for some sort of indication of the creature. It’s almost frustrating--you’re certain something had to be here, some sign of the damn thing. You finally huff, a frown pulling at your lips when you look to Fiddleford, not far off in his own search. “I can’t find anything, either--”

“Hey, uh...guys?” Stan’s voice calls from the other side of the brush, sounding almost concerned in a way that makes your stomach drop in worry. Your eyes meet Fidds’, sharing a furrow-browed glance between you as you both move toward the grassy spot once more, toward Stan’s voice.

Stan? Are you okay? You call, looking out from the brush, your question joined by Ford’s voice, calling at the same time, “Stanley?”

You spy the twin as he’s readjusting his pants, buttoning his fly and re-buckling his belt as he walks up the hill you’d been ‘attacked’ at the night before. You quirk a brow, eyes trained on his fingers at his belt before realizing what he had been doing that far down the hill, feeling a flush as you quickly look up to his face instead.

“What’d you see?” Ford asks his twin, knowing the tone of his voice well. “Well, ah...remember when she,” Stan motions to you, “had an owl bothering her last night? It was around here, right?” He asks you with a furrowed brow, hands finished with the buckle as he motions to the ground near the top of the hill. You finally look at him again, biting your lip as you nod, Right over, uh….here, you say, eyes narrowing at the spot he’s referring to. In the area you’d fallen, you can see the scuff marks of your shoes going down the hill, and a strange indentation in the grass, right in the same spot.

“...Huh,” Fiddleford hums, moving to the dip in the grass and pushing some of the longer tufts away, finding two large tracks, looking very much the same as the tracks you’d followed from the cabin.

“There’s no way,” Ford murmurs, rushing ahead closer to see the tracks, too. He looks up, toward the direction of the trees where you’d all seen the owl last night. “If these are here, that must mean, either the owl last night was much bigger than we’d all expected, or--”

“Or your big ‘birdlike thing’ came around afterward to check us out.” Stan finishes, crossing his arms. He looks almost uncomfortable, looking over you with something unreadable in his gaze before pointing the same look towards his brother and Fiddleford. “I guess it makes it easier to track, but...I dunno, I’m a little weirded out that the thing is as interested in us as we are in it.”

“Nonsense,” Fiddleford shakes his head, standing from where he’d crouched with a quiet grunt, “We don’t have all those pieces, Stanley--we can’t just assume the thing’s a menace, just ‘cause it ends up near our campsite. Maybe it’s more a sign that we just… tracked it real good?”

You shrug, I’m sure it’s just an...odd, albeit helpful, coincidence. Stan doesn’t look swayed, arms still folded across his chest. Sighing, you nod, I admit, it’s weird. And a creature my size being hunted by an owl isn’t normal by any means, but...is anything in this town normal? You pose the question toward the man, who’s still frowning down at you in uncertainty. He finally sighs, relenting, “Not at all. Alright. But if this gets freakier, I say we call it off and head home.”

Ford scoffs at his brother’s insistence, shaking his head. “If the creature is hostile, that’s even more reason to track it,” He argues, continuing, “God forbid the thing tries to come for the town.”

Stan’s brow furrows, and you can instantly tell that his brother has struck a nerve. “God forbid the thing goes after one of us again! Especially her!” He scowls, motioning to you with his hand as he takes a step closer to his twin. “The fucker’s got big feet, look,” he points down to the tracks, “If he decides to grab one of us and fly off next time one of us goes off for a piss, we’re screwed.”

Ford rolls his eyes, but says nothing more as he shakes his head. You can tell the action annoys Stan, the latter clenching a fist at his side. You reach to him, one hand landing on Stan’s arm to pull his focus back. He turns to look at you, a frown still on his face, but more relaxed now.

eI know you’re worried, you start, smile warming up, But you know...I can handle myself. You wink, putting up your fists as if prepping to fight. The action makes him scoff a laugh, shaking his head at you as he speaks, “Right--I almost forgot, you’re a killer.” He winks, a hint of the dimple at his cheek peeking out at you, even as he rubs at his face to calm down a little. He takes a breath and you release his arm, eyeing Ford and Fidds, the latter being the only one who meets your eye (and rolls his own, apparently very used to the duo’s mini-arguments).

Alright boys, you say with a smile, pushing your thumbs into the straps that rest on your shoulders when all three heads turn to look at you, I’m ready to track down a weird bird creature, how about you?

“Of course!” Ford laughs as he answers, argument easily dismissed. He moves, only struggling a little as he hoists his heavy backpack into place. Fiddleford snickers at the brunet, pulling one of the straps of the backpack up to help the man put his arm through the loop, “Hold onto yer britches, Ford--there you go.” The taller man smiles wide at his friend before nodding at you, “I’ve been ready. We’ve gotta take advantage of the daylight for as long as we’ve got it.” You smile at Fiddleford in agreement, glancing to Stan beside you with a quirked brow, surprised to find him already looking your way.

Stanley finally grins, his gaze catching you off guard in a way that makes your chest flutter, and you find yourself mimicking his smile when he reaches to clap a hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good,” Ford pipes up, instantly making the former twin’s smile falter. Ford doesn’t seem to notice, taking one last glance around at the grassy space you’d used as a resting point for the evening, just to be sure. “We haven’t got time to lose. As you so graciously found out,” He motions in your direction, peeking at you from over the rims of his glasses, “Being out in the dark isn’t quite the safest option we have, both in terrain navigation and… creature interaction, I suppose.”

You scoff a quiet, No shit, which causes Stan to snort a laugh beside you. All things considered, last night wasn’t too bad, but… bits of it were scary, to say the least. The ache in your foot reminds you to keep your eyes on the ground just as much as you’re watching for signs of the creature, though it seems the boys are doing their best to keep you on your feet, too.

--

Unlucky only begins to describe the hike of the day. After the strap on Ford’s backpack broke, and Stan had to cut himself out of a thorny bramble with just a pocket knife, the four of you were sure that the rest of the day would be a little easier.

You were wrong, you realized, when the only-slightly-cloudy sky became much more cloudy and started thundering.

“Fuckin’...” Stan grits, using the bottom of his already soaked t-shirt to wipe away the rain mingling with sweat dripping down his forehead, “Did any of you geniuses decide to check the weather before we set off to find your little monster?”

“It’s just a little rain, Stanley,” Ford scoffs, walking ahead of his brother, “Contrary to popular belief, you won’t melt.”

“Y’could track any kind of creature with your heavy machine, but you can’t even turn on the tv to look at the news once in a while? Especially when the whole damn family’s coming out on a hike?” The twin argues, and even though he’s kind of chewing you out too, you find yourself snorting a laugh. It is a little ridiculous, you can admit. It’s even more ridiculous when Ford whips around to look back at his brother in annoyance, and you see him squinting at the both of you, glasses absolutely useless as they rest atop his head, fat water droplets sticking to the lenses and rolling off to saturate his hair even more. Stan snorts then, casting a glance to you as he does, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” Despite his frustration with the weather, Stan’s voice holds no real malice, the indent in his cheek almost giving him away as he continues to follow his brother and Fiddleford.

“Dammit, if we could just...get somethin’,” Fidds murmurs, his own glasses folded closed and hanging from the collar of his button-up. “Even if it’s rainin’, there should be a sign of the creature somewhere, right?” He turns back to look at you, an almost pleading look in his eye. You jog a little, boots squelching in the muddy ground as you get closer to the front of the pack.

Surely there’s some signs, you agree, offering a sympathetic smile his way. Fidds is intrigued by this thing, you can tell; maybe even a little more than he usually is in the creatures you find in town. As you look for a sign, any sign, you step a little quicker, getting in front of the pack. Really, there should be something…

The more you look, you realize, the more you find. Whether that’s a good thing or not, you’re unsure. Guys! You call, turning to look over your shoulder at the group and finding yourself considerably further away from them than you’d expected. There are tracks here in the mud! I-I think it might have trouble flying in the rain? Your voice lifts like a question, Ford’s voice calling after you over the rain, “Wait for us! We don’t want a repeat of the last time,” he warns. You know he’s right; as it begins to storm in earnest now, the grass and earth at your feet seem to relax beneath you, steadily becoming mush at your heels.

You wait just a few moments more for the boys to catch up, hearing the muted sounds of their huffing and puffing up to you. Entranced, you stare down at the muddied floor of the forest, the tracks in the mud seeming to beckon you to follow them. If you were fast enough, you might be able to snap a picture of the prints without your camera getting too wet. It would help in tracking the creature further, and whatever research comes next…

You bite at your bottom lip as you adjust your bag onto your shoulder, rummaging through the slightly-damp insides as Fidds catches up to you, looking down at the tracks much like you had been. “Woah,” He starts, almost breathless, “These are the best prints we’ve seen from this thing yet! Lookit--you can see every segment of the thing’s foot, all the way to its claws...How big d’ya think this thing is? The whole foot’s almost as big as my hand,” The honey blond man crouches down, even in the mud, to inspect and absorb as much information as he can, stretching his palm next to the print but not touching the mud beneath.

I don’t know if that’s an accurate measurement, you tease with a grunt, turning your back to the heaviest of the rain and the other tracks, You’re a tall, lanky guy. If its claws are that big, I’m sure it may be proportionally huge, you finish with a laugh. He glances up to see you fumbling just a little, trying to block the rain from hitting your camera full force and get the footprint and his hand in the shot all at once. Fidds snorts a laugh, and you smile as you shake your head down to him, your wet hair mimicking the motion out of the corner of your eye as you scoff a fond, Shut up.

In your movement, you’ve turned to be able to watch as the other two boys make their way up to you, glancing to see the both of their bodies coming into view, smile still on your face when you look through the viewfinder to center the shot. You know you don’t have much time left to have your camera out in this rain without ruining some film or the mechanisms inside it, so you’re quick to press the button, even as you hear Fiddleford gasp at something behind you at the same moment. The flash of your camera goes off, the light similar to a strike of lightning, illuminating the woods around you in one brief second. You move the camera from your face, reaching to start and put it away despite the sound of it printing the snapshot.

Fidds, what’s wrong? You ask over the loud rain, turning your head in time to look at him, seeing…fear? You don’t have the time to think or ask anything else as Fiddleford stands abruptly and grips your arm, nearly knocking your camera from your hand as he yanks you back toward the way you came. You yell out, frightened by the sudden change in the man, until you turn your head to see why.

“WATCH OUT!” Stan’s voice bellows over the downpour, suddenly so much closer than you’d imagined. When you’d glanced up at them, you hadn’t noticed the duo were running, mud caking their shoes and the bottom of their pant legs as the twins made their way toward you and Fidds. Now they’re right in front of you, looking up and over you with something akin to fear as Stan throws something--you think a rock--at the thing.

This must be the creature, the feeling of dread in your stomach at the sight of it reminding you of the hillside incident the night before. It stands somehow taller than you’d imagined on the feet that match those prints, a mass of pitch-colored ….hair? feathers? looming tall against the trees of the forest. You’re not sure where its height ends and its wingspan begins, neither more entrancing, or terrifying, than its eyes. Big, red and almost-shining eyes watch as you’re pulled by Fidds, nearly running face-first into the chests of the Pines men. The rock Stan threw hits it square in where its chest would be, were it a man, and the creature seems to puff up more, appearing larger as its wingspan opens, remarkable and terrifying all at once even as they drip with the incessant rain.

The four of you watch up at the beast, wide-eyed. You would almost swear Ford was enamored with the thing, if it weren’t for the tightening of his grip on Fidd’s sleeve, all of you panting from either exertion or pure adrenaline-toned fear. Thinking on your feet, you push down on the camera’s shutter and point the thing at the creature, hoping for a moment that the flash would blind it as you back into Stan’s chest. In the same instant, lightning strikes, rendering your flash useless as the thundering clouds rumble loud enough to feel in your chest, the storm right atop you now. The creature rears back, then lets out a high, wailing screech unlike anything you’ve heard before. It steals your breath, and before you can react, Stan has a hand wrapped around your arm, fingers firm in his grip to you as he pants, a word stumbling from his lips in one harsh breath.

“Run.”

[underneaththe-waterfall]

Do you have to go pt2

PART 1

Mature content ahead* SMUT, fluff , light angst at the very end

summary: Jaebum was finally home for a day and his muscles were clearly in pain. You give him an oil message which leads to many other things. Somehow you still end up disappointed in the end.

You woke up feeling steady breathing on your neck and muscular arms holding your waist. You nearly forgot that jaebum had a day off today; It felt good to wake up together after such a while. You yawned and turned around facing jaebum and you noticed how ethereal he looked. His messy black hair rested on his forehead and he had a slight stubble. You loved this look on him. It made him look more like your boyfriend and not the idol that thousands of girls die over.

You laid there for a moment just looking at him so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realise that jaebum was now wide awake looking back at you with a smirk on his face. ”I know im sexy but  are you really planning to just stare at me the whole day today or...” You both begin laughing as you playfully hit his chest. After a moment jaebum pulls you close again and snuggles close to you, his nose against your back ready to go back to sleep. ”Oh no dont think your going to sleep again its already 12″ you say while moving away from him and removing the covers from both your bodies.

He groans instantly hugging himself “Its so cold can we not just stay in bed today?” You wanted to go on a whole rant about how he was never home and this was probably gonna be the only day for a few weeks you were gonna get together, and that you didn’t wanna waste it all just sleeping. But you knew if you said this it would turn into something much more serious. There was no point arguing with jaebum over something like this especially when you missed spending time with him so much. 

“Im gonna go shower and then you can go when im done and then we can head out somewhere” You wait for a response and all you hear is a mumble from jaebum saying something along the lines of ‘so bossy’ whilst wrapping himself in a blanket again with his eyes closed. You sigh whilst  heading to the bathroom and have a quick shower followed by your skincare routine. You expected to have to come and have to wake up jaebum again but he was sitting and using his phone at the edge of the bed. He got up wordlessly and headed for the bathroom once you had entered the bedroom. You put on one on jaebums loose shirts with shorts and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. 

After a while when you headed back upstairs to call jaebum for breakfast you saw him sitting on the bed holding his shoulder with a frown on his face. It was clear that he was in pain but he never liked to admit it in front of you. You walk towards him and as soon as he realises that your coming he lets go of his shoulder and heads for the wardrobe only in his towel. ”Wait, dont get dressed yet” you say while reaching for something in the drawer. “Why? do you want me to seduce you?” he says with a sexy expression followed by a laugh from the both of you .Now holding a bottle of message oil, you ushered him towards the bed. ”I’m gonna give you a message” his expression falls when he realises you saw him earlier sulking on the bed. 

“No its fine its gonna go back to normal soon anyways” he says whilst adjusting his towel which was about to drop. “Shush lay down on your stomach on the bed right now” you say while pouting and crossing his arms. He coos while looking at you and steps closer to you pressing a gentle kiss on your pouting lips. ”Okay okay you can give me a message” he says while laying down on the bed the towel still covering his lower half. You take a seat at the bottom of his back where you could see the two dimples. You apply the oil to your hands before messaging jaebums shoulders with as such strength as you could get. You went to his back after his shoulder and you felt satisfied hearing his groans. You seat yourself on his thighs messaging his lower back and eventually you were done with his back. 

“Okay turn around now” you say while getting up from his legs. He turns around and his towel lightly slips and you could see his dick , and for some reason he was half hard. A light blush covered your cheeks as you fixed the towel so it was covering him properly. When you looked up at jaebum ,he was smiling and he had a weird look in his eyes you couldn’t really understand .”So are you not gonna give me a message anymore because you saw-”.You cut him off straight away by taking a seat on his lower stomach and putting more message oil on your hands and this clearly shut him up You made sure not to make any eye contact with him as you rubbed your hands together and then began messaging his shoulders. Jaebum tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut biting his lips to prevent any sound coming out.

He had been tired and his muscles had been aching for a while now so when you gave him a message it felt too good. You continued to focus on the task at hand and before you realised it you were sitting directly on top of jaebums dick which was merely covered by the towel. You continued messaging him until you heard a really loud moan followed by “you’ve messaged me enough”, He quickly gets you of him and switches your positions so he was now straddling you. By now his towel was nowhere to be seen and he was exposed in front on you. You gulp while looking up at jaebum and you can see hunger in his eyes. He leans down and kisses you and his tongue enters your mouth straight away. He continues to kiss you and you push him away as you run out of breath.  

He looks at you also completely out of breath and straight away reaches for the hem of his shirt that you were wearing. You put your arms up so he could remove the shirt and his eyes fall straight away to your breasts. You had not worn a bra since you were at home and now you were glad you didn’t. He pushes you back down so your back touches the bed and begins to kiss down your neck. He continues to kiss down until he reaches to your breast. He fondles one of your breast with one hand while he marks the other. You let out a moan and you could feel that you were becoming restless. ”I cant wait any longer” you say completely blissed out looking at jaebum with hooded eyes. 

“Then ride me” 

He lays down and waits till you remove your shorts and panties and straddle him. His hands immediately reach to your hips squeezes them as you lean down to kiss him. He could feel your wet heat on his dick and the fast heart beat of your clit. It was driving him crazy. He pulled away from the kiss and tapped your thighs motioning for you to lift them up a bit. You held onto his shoulders and closed your eyes as he aligned his dick with your entrance. After a second you slipped down on his cock letting out incoherent sounds and jaebum tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut in relief.

It had been such a while since you had been intimate with jaebum and at this point you were both very needy. You stayed seated on him as he waited for you to adjust. It was definitely not the first time you and jaebum were having sex but since it had been a while it took you some time to adjust to his size. You felt jaebum move underneath you so you opened your eyes. You could see his hooded eyes and the way he was biting his lips and it was making you feel even needier then you felt before. You began to move and each time you moved you could feel jaebums dick drag against your walls. It felt heavenly. You slowed down your pace now getting tired and as soon as jaebum noticed this he began to thrust up into your heat. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he kept moving himself in and out of you as fast as he could.

”Im gonna-” you couldnt finish your sentence because of the knot you were feeling at the bottom of your stomach .He didn’t respond to what you said but instead moved his hand down to your clit to help your release. You let out even louder moans at the feeling of his fingers circling around your clit fast and mercilessly. And before you knew it you were coming with a loud moan followed by jaebums name. You were so blissed out that you didnt even realise jaebum had pulled out and you were now laying with your back on the bed. He inserted his cock back inside you and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pounded into you harder and faster. You felt so sensitive after just coming but you wanted jaebum to finish to. You opened your eyes to see the look on his face he always had before he was about to cum.

You watched as he sped up hitting even deeper spots inside you as he grunted. With a last powerful thrust that nearly made you scream he came inside you. You could feel his warm juices fill you up and you groaned at the feeling. He laid down and pulled you on top on him his now half softened dick still inside you. You both stayed there wordlessly for a few moments in bliss. Just as you were laying there you heard jaebums phone ring. You both just ignored it pretending you couldn’t hear it because you both were so sleepy. After it rang the second time jaebum pulled out and you let out a small groan at the feeling of all his cum seeping out of you. He picked up his phone and it was his manager. “You guys have an interview today in like 30 minutes and all the other boys are here. i dont know why your still not here i messaged you early in the morning.” Jaebum didnt make any eye contact with you as his manager spoke. He answered back calmly “Ill be there in 20 ill get dressed from home no need to get an outfit for me” 

After that you blanked out not really hearing the rest of the conversation. You watched jaebum as he cut the phone and looked at you. You were sat on the bed completely naked and your body was littered with love bites. You had tears in your eyes which you were not aware about and to jaebum you looked like a lost puppy. He came closer to you kissing you on the lips quickly and putting the covers up so your body was covered.”Im so sorry i have to go now i promise ill be home soon.” You hummed with a small smile and that clearly reassured him that you were not upset as he straight away headed to the shower. You sat there alone in bed lost in your own thoughts and in less then 5 minutes jaebum was out the shower and getting dressed. 

You watched him as you sat feeling like shit. You still had his cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bedsheets. Your body was covered in marks and your hair was a mess. With a final goodbye jaebum was out the door and you were completely alone. Again. You knew jaebum wasn’t gonna be home soon. You were right.

 Before you knew it you both were in the same routine where you would barely see each other. It was starting to take a toll on you and for the first time in your relationship you felt like a decision had to be made. You couldn’t live like this any longer. 

MASTERLIST

Okay but IM SO SORRY IF THE SMUT WAS BAD. It was a struggle to write.

SORRY FOR ERRORS BYEEE.

[honeyhenry]

A Tiny Valentine

A/N: Another little instalment of the Tiny!AU that I have been writing this month! I hope you all had a lovely valentines or galentines or palentines! Now onto my favourite little family! Please feel free to request some more about this AU or my Syverson AU because both are helping me through this month! 🥰

Warnings: none! just some sweet fluff!

Read Tiny here!

Read Tiny Vol. 2 here!

You’re awoken by the squeaks of a fussy baby, opening your eyes in time to see your husband shush the child cradled in his right arm ever so tenderly. Henry catches you looking from where you laid in the bed and grins, making his way towards you with Will in tow.

“Good morning, and Happy Valentine’s day, Mummy” his deep voice giving you butterflies still after all this time as he leans in to kiss you, 5 week old Will pressed between your chests, a warm safe haven for him as his parents shared their love on the cosy Sunday morning. Sitting up, you cradle Henry’s face in your hand, whispering a treasured valentine sentiment back, before turning your attention to your second, yet no less important valentine.

“Hello baby boy, good morning! Are you wishing me a happy Valentine’s too?”

Will now weighs in at an impressive 2.3kg, and hasn’t left your or Henry’s side in the past month. His tiny frame fits so perfectly into the crook of Henry’s forearm which is much larger than the precious child it helps to support. Somehow he’s managed to fit Will into a new, slightly-too-big onesie decorated with a large heart detailing the words “I Love my Mummy” inside of it.

“Yes, I have fed, burped, dressed, undressed, changed, re-dressed, and soothed him since 6am. He likes his early mornings but we did have a small poo-splosion. It’s been dealt with, and we’ve had a chat, haven't we Will?” Henry addresses the question to his son, who pays him no mind, other than to clench his little fist, making you laugh.

“Here, I’ll take him. I want cuddles from my littlest Valentine.”

“Oh I see how it is...maybe I’ll have to return everything I got you and only give you the gifts from Will.”

You’re about to reply that he needn’t worry, that his Valentines will come later tonight, but your jaw drops as Henry pulls a few bags onto the bed, alongside the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers that must be 10 times the size of Will, and have cost him half the earth.

“Henry!” you gasp, careful to hold Will securely as you shuffle up the bed to see the gifts he has presented to you.

“A couple of the gifts were supposed to be given just before you gave birth but I wanted to wait until now, so you’d still  get them on Valentine’s Day.”

You look at him with utter adoration, tears almost spilling over and you manage to hold it together until-

“Oh no, Henry” you cry out, immediately setting a pit of uncertainty in Henry’s stomach.

“What? Is something wrong? Is Will okay? Is it the flowers?”

You sigh and let a few tears slip out, cuddling Will close, looking down at his sweet innocent face, not wanting to meet Henry’s gaze. It doesn’t do much good, as Will truly is his daddy’s double. 

“I- I didn’t get you anything. I completely forgot, I’m so sorry” you whisper, wishing you could turn back the clock and remember to at least put some of his favourite chocolates or cologne in the shopping cart when you last went out. “Like, not even a card. I’m a rubbish wife.”

“Well that’s just ridiculous. I could’ve sympathised with you until that point but I’m afraid you’re completely wrong. On all counts.” He moves up closer to you on the bed, resting a large hand on your knee while using his other hand to gesture his points.

“First of all, you are not a rubbish wife. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. You are perfect and I really hope that these gifts will be worthy of you wearing them or eating them or just having them exist around you. They cost money, but money doesn’t light a flame compared to what you got me for all my birthdays, valentine’s days and Christmases combined.”

He keeps one hand on your knee, with the other now moving over to hold Will’s whole hand with just the tip of his finger. Wrapping his palm around the familiar pointer finger, you hear the tiniest sigh from your son’s body, feeling utterly relaxed in your arms and holding Henry’s hand.

“But he’s 5 weeks old-”

“He wasn’t even meant to be born until the end of this month, and I would've told you the same thing as I’m telling you now if that was still the case. You grew him and nurtured him and now we get to know him and love him every single day. I can never thank you enough for the gift of our child.”

Resting his forehead to yours, you sit there in that moment, soaking it up in the hopes to carry the weight of the emotions for days and weeks to come. Upon the gift opening, with Henry explaining each gift while Will lay in his arms, you realised that you truly had been spoiled rotten by your boys. Will had “bought” you a framed picture of the constellations in the sky at the exact time and place he was born, as well as a year’s supply of your favourite breastfeeding cookies sitting in a large crate out in the kitchen.

Henry had truly outdone himself, assuring you that the flowers were from him “but Will helped with his floral expertise, obviously.” He had waited to give you the last gift deliberately - a long, smooth rectangular box wrapped very delicately. Opening it, you see a note inside, setting the box down as you read aloud.

“January is represented by the garnet stone. Derived from the word “seed”, this fruitful gem keeps the wearer safe. And May is represented by the emerald to mean “rebirth”...and gives the wearer foresight and good fortune...what does that....oh Henry!”

You lift the box and remove the protective paper to reveal the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. There are small diamonds detailing it and allowing it to glint in the light, alongside a small cut of garnet and emerald woven together in parts.

“Happy Valentine’s darling. It’s mine and Junior’s birthstones. Had to send it back when he came early to swap February for January. And more can be added...whenever they need be.”

You knew the tears would start again, and before they can mark tracks on your cheeks, you leap onto Henry to kiss him with passion, careful not to knock Will in the process.

“You are the most loving, thoughtful, wonderful person in the whole world. It’s beautiful and so personal...and I know it couldn’t possibly compare, but how about some Valentine’s pancakes? We can show Will how to properly celebrate.” 

The three of you head to the kitchen soon after, cooking up a storm and dancing to the love songs playing on the radio. You even have the opportunity to feed Will again while Henry expertly flips the pancakes in the pan. He plates them up, drizzles them with your favourite topping, and feeds you while you feed Will.

One thing your son will never have to question, is the love that his parents have for each other.

taglist: @ohmygoodie​ @michelehansel​ @la-cey​ @palaiasaurus64​ @sassy-pelican​ 

request / feedback etc. here!

[adoringhaikyuu]

a christmas surprise

pairing: bakugou x reader

summary: you decide to surprise your boyfriend with some new lingerie. 

warnings: smut, slight degradation

word count: 1.6k

notes: merry christmas, here’s my first bakugou writing! him and reader are aged up like 18+ and he is out of the academy in this but try not to think of the specifics they’re not important sjfkhgds

you felt slightly nervous as you waited for your boyfriend to come home. it’s not that you thought he would hate it––you knew he loved you and thought you looked amazing in anything, even though he had a rather odd and aggressive way of showing it. and if you had bought him something expensive, he would have just yelled about how you were wasting your money on him and would have made you return it. so really, your anxieties were baseless, so you tried your best to convince yourself you were just impatient and excited.

you had spent a few moments cycling through some poses as you lied down on the bed, trying to figure out how to look when he opened the door. you soon realized that he would probably only ridicule you if you went through all the efforts of buying the set and posing just for him, so you decided to just walk around the apartment and go about your business.

you ate a snack and even did some light cleaning while he was gone, patrolling, fighting or whatever he did while he was gone. in all honesty, as you went about your day, you even forgot that you were basically half naked, walking around your home in front of the windows for anyone to see.

by the time bakugou got home, he was more than ready to see you, maybe rant about his day if he felt like it, or blow off some steam, or maybe even just cuddle until you fell asleep. 

he was honestly expecting to find you lounging on the couch in some sweats as you usually did, which he had absolutely no problem with––he’d even shouted at you that he thought you looked sickeningly cute in your comfy clothes. so you could only imagine his surprise when he came home to find you in the exact opposite. 

at first, his mouth dropped open in shock, and arousal. his eyes traced along the curves of your body as you bent over the kitchen counter mindlessly, as you scrolled through your phone. 

but then, his eyes trailed behind you and noticed the rather large windows behind you, giving practically anyone who glanced in your apartment a more than generous and undeserving view, in his opinion.

you hadn’t even heard him come in, you were so focused on your phone. but then you heard two large object clatter to the ground and the door slam shut. you looked up to find your boyfriend standing there, his gauntlets on the floor and immediately perked up, raising yourself up on your hands, unintentionally arching your back and bakugou let out an incredulous choking sound. within two seconds he was by your side and throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal. 

“are you fucking crazy?” he growled.

you pouted as he stormed off to your bedroom. he set you down near the bed. “what do you mean? do you not like it?” you looked up at him innocently confused and he cursed.

“no you––for fuck’s sake, of course i like it.” his voice softened by just a smidge, but you still noticed. “just look at you.” his eyes scanned over your body and you couldn’t help but smile. his hands tightened on your waist, “what i don’t like is you giving the whole city a free show while you’re prancing around the apartment in this.” he looked into your eyes and you gasped at the dark look in them. “only i get to see you like this, got it?” 

you nodded, biting your lip teasingly as you brought your arms around his neck, pulling him in so that his lips were grazing yours. you looked up at him, “i’m all yours.” you pressed your lips against his and he eagerly kissed you back, possessively licking into your mouth and pulling moans and whines from you as if he was showing off to an audience. 

he wasted no time in pushing you back against the bed, watching you as he hastily ripped his clothes off. just to be a tease, you looked him in the eye and slowly brought a hand up to the strap of your bra, biting back a smirk when he slapped your hand away.

he growled out, his eyes practically glowing red. “don’t you fucking dare.” 

he climbed onto the bed and your eyes couldn’t help but drift to his hard cock, standing proud against his abdomen. you were still amazed by the effect you had on your boyfriend. 

without second guessing yourself, you wrapped your hand around his base and started to pump him slowly, swiping your thumb over his tip to use his pre-cum as lube. he groaned lowly and tilted his head down to watch your movements, thrusting into your hand slightly. 

“fuck––don’t, don’t do that––”

you licked your lips, watching the way he was fighting off the pleasure, a concentrated furrow in his brows. “why not katsuki?” you picked up the pace and he cursed, his eyes squeezing shut on their own. “you seem to be enjoying yourself.” you giggled and he snapped out of it after a few seconds, slapping your hand away and leaning forward to grind his cock against your clothed pussy. 

you let out a choked moan and he smirked. “much better.” he pressed himself harder against you, spreading the wet spot on the crotch of your panties. “but you know what i would enjoy even more? if i fucked this tight little pussy.” he slipped the panties to the side and you both moaned out as his member rubbed against your wet opening. 

he slipped his tip into your opening and pulled it out, spreading your wetness onto your lips and your clit and you bucked your hips unconsciously, eager to feel more of him. 

“look at that, you’re grinding up against me like a bitch in heat. you that desperate for my cock, princess?”

you whined pathetically and started moving even faster, your eyes almost watering as you looked into his eyes, silently begging for him to give you what you both wanted. 

he held your hips down with one hand and you whimpered, but he only shushed you. “alright that’s enough of that.” he slid into you and bottomed out in one go and you both took a moment to collect yourselves, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “there we go.”

“oh, fuck––you’re so fucking warm and tight baby girl.” 

your hands came up to hold his shoulders, your fingertips digging into his skin the way he liked. “you––you’re so big katsuki.” you wrapped your legs around him and he brought a hand just under your ass, holding you close as he started to thrust into you. 

“that’s it, just take this cock while i fuck my pussy.” his eyes were entranced as he watched you, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, your nipples pebbled in the cool air, looking so inviting––he couldn’t help himself any longer, he leaned down and licked a stripe up your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. 

one of your hands came up to pull at his hair and he growled, lightly biting into your breast, leaving marks wherever he could. he always liked to mark you up, which you found kind of ironic considering he was the only one allowed to see them––if anyone even looked in your direction, he would blast them to shreds.

he pulled away from your breasts when he was satisfied with his work, paying equal attention to both and trailed his lips to your neck, smiling when you sighed and pulled his hair harder. he brought a hand down to play with your clit, his hips desperately chasing both yours and his highs. 

you held onto him tighter and let out a gasp when he hit your spot inside of you over and over, his thumb rubbing your bundle of nerves quickly. “come on, cum for me pretty girl, give it to me. give me my present and cum like the good little slut you are.”

your eyes fluttered shut as your back arched, your whole body tensing and trembling as you came on his cock, bakugou following not far after with a loud groan as he released inside of you. he slotted his lips with yours and gave you a wet, passionate kiss as you both rode out your orgasms. 

after you made out slowly and hotly for a few moments, bakugou pulled out of you and watched the cum drip out onto the sheets before lying next to you on the bed.

he draped an arm over his face as he lied there, a sated smile on his face. “merry fucking christmas to me.” 

“so you liked your present?” 

he opened an eye and turned his head to look at you before closing it again. “don’t ask stupid questions. i think the fact that my cum is still leaking from your pussy should answer that.”

you hummed, a smile on your face. “just making sure.” 

you bit your lip as you watched him for a moment, noticing his messy hair, his flushed cheeks, the sweat on his body––you wanted more. you slowly made your way into his lap and glided your pussy over his cock, making a mess and he cursed under his breath, his hands immediately coming down on your ass and kneading into the flesh. 

“christ, you’re gonna kill me woman.”

you smirked. “you love it.”

he looked up at you, a grin on his face as he slid a hand down to glide himself back into your wet hole. “you’re damn right i do.”

[spenciegoob]

How to Never Stop Being Sad

A/N: Yes, this is another song inspired fic I am OBSESSED with them. If you’ve listened to how to never stop being sad by dandelion hands, are you okay? If you haven’t and you do because of this I would like to formally apologize. Okay so I started writing this and I just want to say that every single one of you is so beautiful because like wait hold on I’m getting flustered... Anyways, everything about you is beautiful that I just got so overly flustered and hot THINKING about it. Okay that’s all carry on.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer shows Reader how to stop being sad in tiny ways.

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Content Warnings: mentions of depression, loneliness, body image issues and self deprecating thoughts

Word Count: 21K

Masterlist

____

Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing the lies is the most effective way to deal with the things you have no control over.

She sat there, for too long if she was being honest, staring at a reflection that couldn’t have been real. The mirror in her bedroom had to have been replaced with one from a carnival, distorting the image as a sick, twisted joke.

Your thighs are huge.

Your hips are too wide.

Your stretch marks are disgusting.

She had enough, finally letting the tears that welled in her eyes escape, falling down like raindrops on a window as she sat back and rested her head between her knees. She couldn’t bare to see anymore, all the early morning jogs, gym memberships and diet remedies were for nothing. 

Her body had a mind of its own, and she couldn’t control it.

But then her front door clicked as Spencer all too excitedly used his brand new key, expecting to see his girlfriend sitting on the couch he fell in love with her on. The first day she invited him upstairs, the door was opened and his eyes immediately fell to the obscure, bright purple sofa that oddly enough went well with the rest of her simplistic, white furniture. 

“I saw it once at a thrift shop and it was too perfect not to buy it,” she said, noticing the way he was eyeing the couch. He let a smile break across his face, knowing in that moment that he may just be in love.

But she wasn’t there, and when the door clicked shut, she was also made aware of the presence in her home. 

Quickly, she pulled herself off the floor, wiped the tears that accumulated under her eyes and down her cheeks, and avoided looking at the reflection in front of her.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Spencer called from the living room. She knew he was slowly taking steps that he attempted to make as quiet as possible, just in case, towards the hallway that led to her. 

“Uh, y-yeah I’m here. Just a second!” She called back, rushed and stuttering as she looked for the biggest sweatshirt and sweatpants she could find. Deciding on gray sweats and a Caltech sweatshirt, both belonging to Spencer, she took one last look at her face hoping he won’t catch what her previous activities consisted of.

When she walked out of the bedroom, Spencer saw it. He always did.

But what she noticed was the fact Spencer was dressed up, even after stopping home from the office before coming to her. They had a date, and it wasn’t that she forgot, oh no, she remembered clearly, but in her attempts to find something to wear that would be enough, her spiral had begun.

“Come here,” was all Spencer said, opening his arms for her to waltz into, and she did, slowly dragging her fuzzy sock clad feet over to the man in front of her that held both the warmth and answers that she needed.

“I’m sorry, I just... I can’t-”

“I know, it’s okay.” His reassurance calmed the nerves she had for the past hour over if Spencer would be mad that she flaked on a date. “Usually I’m the one to cancel dates. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

He wasn’t prying for answers, she knew that, and she also knew that if she said no, Spencer wouldn’t push it. That was the thing about Spencer; he didn’t need to know what was wrong, but he always knew how to fix it.

“Not yet,” she mumbled, her words muffled by his chest that she pressed her face into the moment she had the chance.

Spencer cradled the back of her head, forcing it off his chest softly to gaze down at her with a face full of worry, curiosity, but most importantly, adoration.

“Come on, sweetheart. I wanna try something,” Spencer said before grabbing her hand and leading her to the purple velour couch. He sat down first, pointing away from him with his free hand letting her know he wants her facing away.

The second she sat down, Spencer let go of her hand and replaced both on top of her shoulders.

“Spence, what are you doing?” She giggled slightly when his fingers brushed near her neck. Spencer will never quite get used to how ticklish she was.

“I’m giving you a massage, I could feel how tense your muscles were from across the room.” She knew it was a lie. He also knew it was a lie, but neither had the want to say anything about it. 

His hands caressed her shoulders before moving down to her back, his fingers resting on the sides of her body as his thumbs did all the work. She let her head lean back as a sigh left her body with the tension.

“You’re so beautiful,” Spencer whispered just loud enough for them to hear, and even though they were the only two in the room, the admission felt natural as a whisper like if he said it any louder, it may have broken the bubble they were in.

Slowly, she looked down to the left of her, watching Spencer out of her peripherals. The second her eyes started to glisten, he abandoned the massage altogether to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her directly against him.

“I’m sorry I don't know why I’m crying,” she said between gasps for air and soft sobs. Spencer simply shushed her, and held her close to his chest, brushing his fingers through her hair.

He tried to turn her body to face him, but in her stubbornness, she stayed with her back to his chest.

“Hey, look at me, sweetheart.” Spencer put a finger under her chin, delicately lifted her head to lock teary eyes with his loving ones. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I promise to remind you that every day for the rest of my life.”

And Spencer Reid kept his promise.

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you, overanalyze every single word you hear. "Was this a sign that things were going wrong?" No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them.

The couple had impulsively decided to spend their two free days together in an impromptu vacation to New York City. Spencer never actually cared for the city, but when he watched the way she lit up as she suggested they go “be one with the New Yorkers,” how could he say no?

That’s how he found himself in the passenger seat of her broken down Volkswagen beetle listening to her sing along to the words of a song he’s never heard. Most of the songs she’s played so far he hasn’t known, but after watching her get lost in music she has no shame in showing she loves, he knows every line.

And when the song changes, his ears perk up because he knows this song. Spencer is aware that it doesn’t quite conventionally fit in his usual music library, but nonetheless, it’s adored just the same as Beethoven or Bach.

But then the channel is changed, the force used to push the button on the radio much stronger than needed. It was quiet for a second before Spencer spoke up.

“Are you okay?” It was simply put enough that if something was wrong, which evidently there was, she wouldn’t feel interrogated about it, only comforted.

“Uh, yeah. Everything’s cool,” she said in what could be the most unbelievable faux cheerfulness Spencer had ever heard. “That song just brings up some bad memories.”

“Oh,” Spencer whispered. When it didn’t look like she was going to elaborate, he continued. “Do you want better ones?”

“What?” She took her eyes off the road to look at Spencer like what he just asked was absolutely preposterous. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he changed the station on the radio back. Time was on Spencer’s side this morning, because the peak of the song was about to play once he settled back.

She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a Line Without a Hook

BABY, I AM A WRECK WHEN I’M WITHOUT YOU

Spencer loudly sang along to the words, throwing his head back as he yelled and using his hands as he sang. She looked over at him with wide eyes that slowly shrunk as her smile grew.

The ice the song caused to freeze over her mind and heart slowly melted from the warmth Spencer’s love spread. Together, they sang the rest of the song, and when it was over, she still had a smile on her face.

“You’re a terrible singer, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

Stay up every single night staring at your phone either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream, or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love.

There are many reasons one doesn’t answer their phone.

She could be on the phone with another person, but no that’s not possible. Her hatred for speaking over the phone ensued she never answered anyone but him.

Maybe her battery died, but that would mean she didn’t charge it overnight. Spencer watched her plug it in around midnight, even after he’s told her the dangers of doing that.

His mind unfortunately went to a darker place, because what he didn’t know was that hers did too.

She had watched her phone on her dresser vibrate insistently all three times until it fell to the floor with a deafening crash. She hoped that it didn’t crack, but that hope wasn’t strong enough to get her out of bed to check. 

Spencer in his panic never expected to walk into her apartment to find everything in its place. Her car keys sat where they always did, in the bowl by the front door. The boots she usually found an excuse to wear with everything were sitting where she struggled every day to get them off by the couch, and there wasn’t a single sign of a struggle.

And then he walked into her bedroom to check one last time before he called Garcia, and while he found signs of a struggle, it wasn’t the one he was dreading.

It was the one she was.

They made eye contact the second the door opened, and upon seeing her safe, Spencer bit back a sigh of relief. There was no relief flooding his veins when the sadness in her eyes traveled to his, creating a sick equilibrium.

Spencer’s mind no longer cared about the missed phone calls, there were more important matters at hand.

“Hi, sweet girl,” was all he said as he shuffled into the room. “I got to go home early today, so I was thinking I could cook dinner for us.” Spencer had started to pick up thrown clothes off the floor, securing them in the dirty hamper. He was about to start putting books back on her bookshelf when she called out.

“Spencer.” It was only a whisper, because anything louder would’ve been too much work.

“I know, I know. My cooking skills aren’t the greatest bu-”

“Spencer,” she said again, much louder this time, even if it was just a hoarse excuse of his name.

He turned to her this time, stopping his cleaning. She had sat up only slightly to catch his eye. Regret filled her veins when they met, but upon gazing into pools of honey that held no pity, but an understanding, it melted.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of truly answering the question, Spencer held up the books that were in his hands. “Do you organize by last name?” When she just gawked at him, he continued, “We’ll do last name.”

She had no energy to fight him, he was right about the last name at least. Instead, she just watched him organize the book shelf in record speed, her mind clearing the fog that laid dangerously close to her thoughts.

When Spencer picked up the last book to be put away, she called for him again.

“Can you read that one to me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself, always bring your notebook, never stop writing. Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip, watch them smile as you get in your car.

She always sat alone. It was the first thing Spencer noticed about her because he too enjoyed his coffee at a table with only one chair. He would watch her every day when he got the chance to go to this cafe, so much so that his brain associated her with the place. The small mismatched couches that gave it a homey feel would always remind him of her, even if she were not sitting on them.

Who she was? Spencer did not know, but he was going to make it his mission to find out.

He always sat alone. A man like that, one with features perfectly sculpted, and an aura of comfortability so strong she didn’t have to follow the jingle of the bells on top of the door to know it was him who entered. She would look up from her notepad filled with doodles of everyone who walked by her, and comments about the day. He would always be reading, it being a new book each time. 

One day when she looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly be reading now, their eyes met. She felt herself get lost in his eyes, like running through a forest, charting unknown territory carefree with no reason to turn back. Everything about him was so soft that she feared if he came any closer to her jagged thoughts, he may find himself ripped to shreds.

For the first time in Spencer’s life, his mind seized its constant running, the relief so strong he felt his limbs follow suit. She had paralyzed him with her stare, green meeting honey, mind numb except for the begging to get up and introduce himself.

In all the times he watched her, Spencer had never seen her smile until that moment. If there was any doubt that he shouldn’t talk to her, it was quickly washed away with the realization he would stop at nothing to see it again.

“Uh hi, I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.” When she looked up at him from where she went back to writing, his heart faltered. Her gaze was so cathartic that it leaves his brain fuzzy and his heart giddy.

Spencer never believed in a god, but if there was one, she was sitting in front of him.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Giddy and fuzzy.

When his phone rings, Spencer swore whoever dared interrupt the moment he’s been dreaming of every night for 4 months was going to feel a wrath unparalleled. He reached into his pocket, and upon reading ‘Hotchner’ in bold letters, his face fell. 

“It’s okay. We’ll see each other again,” she reassured him before he had the chance to queue her in on his need to leave. She just knew, the same way she knew it wasn’t going to be the last time she saw his face.

“Until then.”

“Until then.” She smiled as she watched him leave, and once the door shut behind him, she returned to her notebook. The smile never left.

Talk down on yourself whenever possible; my life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something real bad, it’s nearly impossible for you to cry now.

It was always the little moments that Spencer let it slide. When he brought her coffee on the off chance he found a free day, and surrounded by her appreciation for his kindness was a mumbled ‘I don’t deserve you,’ he let it go. 

The time they walked by a small boutique, and a dress in the window caught her eye. It was short, purple silk loosely hanging off the collarbone of the mannequin, only to tighten at the waist. 

“I couldn’t imagine wearing something like that,” she told Spencer before the two continued to walk. He could.

Spencer thought she would look rather beautiful in it.

And now, they sat on her purple couch while Spencer attempted to pay attention to the TV show she was binging. He kept all his comments to himself, she liked to talk about what they watched after, and he vowed that this time, Spencer would actively participate in the conversation.

But when he looked down at the girl laying in his lap, he found she was no longer following the storyline, and instead looked a million lightyears away.

“Hey.” Her attention snapped to him instantly. “Where'd you go just now?”

“I was just thinking about you,” she admitted. Looking away she continued. “About us.”

She didn’t continue with that thought, but with the sadness that filled her voice, Spencer knew there was more than what she was letting on. He also knew that if she really wanted to share her demons with him, letting them dance circles around them in the dark until the sun came up, she would release them. So instead, he tried to shoo them away.

“You know I love you, right?” If reassurance was what she needed, he would be more than happy to grant her that.

“Why?” She whispered back, so softly that Spencer could’ve missed the way the room no longer just held the two of them. She could not find a singular thing she loved about herself in that moment, so what was Spencer actually seeing?

Spencer sat with that question for a moment.

“You make me smile, even when you’re not with me. When I’m away, thinking about you is the highlight of my day. You’re beautiful, it kind of knocks me off my feet for a second, and you’re so kind, even when people don’t deserve it. You’re a light in the dark. Plus you make really good cookies, but that’s just an added bonus. Does that answer your question?”

Spencer looked back down at her, finding a smile and tears, and somewhere in his mind, he knew to make a mental note of this image.

“Yes,” she whispered before reaching up and cupping his face. “But now I really want cookies.”

Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life, if they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't.

She could feel herself slowly closing off, and no matter how much she willed for the isolation to find its way out, it still crept in at night. Without care, she let it consume her, taking more and more time during the day to dissipate to inevitably crawl back at the first sign of dark. It infiltrated her mind like a parasite, latching on to the first vulnerable thought.

Spencer did nothing wrong, he was sure of it. What he wasn’t sure of, however, was the reason for his girlfriend’s abrupt distance. He knew that in relationships, sometimes space apart from one another is important, but that knowledge wasn’t enough to stop the nagging feeling.

Something else was wrong, he was sure of it.

Alone she sat staring out the window at cars that drove by and people enjoying the day in each other’s company. The sounds of the world were not enough to drown out her mind’s racing, the thoughts so loud that she could’ve missed the knock at her front door.

It happened again when she refused to move or make a sound that could inform whoever was on the other side of her door that she was home. By the third round of knocking, she grew irritated and stormed over to give whoever interrupted her self loathing a piece of her mind.

But she opened the door and there stood Spencer, and whatever obscenities she planned on yelling were forgotten. In their place, guilt flooded through her because Spencer didn’t storm in angry, or yell at her for avoiding him for a week. Instead, he just stood there, no anger, just unapologetically Spencer.

“It’s been a week,” he said, no heavy emotions in his voice, just very matter-of-factly. “I hope it’s okay I stopped by.”

No one had ever just “stopped by” before. 

“It’s more than okay.”

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love, watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it. Become a secondary character in your own motion picture.

Spencer wasn’t particularly snooping as he was curious. She was in the shower, and he spotted it. Before he even had the chance to force his eyes anywhere but the leather bound journal, it was too late. His mind was already too curious for any other decision besides to read what was inside.

It was the same journal she was so engrossed in every time he looked at her in the cafe.

The first few pages were simple sketches of people he recognized as regulars from the cafe. On the fifth page, what looked to be an unfinished drawing of a man was found with a little note next to it that read ‘My art doesn’t do him justice.”

Spencer could’ve sworn he had that same haircut 7 months ago.

Moving on, he flipped to a page with a drawing of a sunflower on it, the stem growing up the side of the page with a small flower on the top, leaning over what he suspected was a poem. It read,

with striking precision, my mind is full of thoughts

only i have not a soul to voice these nags

the episodes of Self Growth and Actualization that i long to not be

my reassurance alone.

if only my being was of a sunflower’s,

to sit in a field surrounded by those who are

Just Like Me.

Spencer read it over and over, scouring his brain for the poem’s author. He was trying so hard, his brain going into overdrive that he missed the sound of the shower turning off.

She walked out of the bathroom to find Spencer sitting on her bed, journal in hand.

“What’re you doing?” She asked, although no matter how hard she tried to sound serious and authoritative, it more or so came out joyous with the giggles that followed her question.

“Who wrote this poem?” Spencer asked, finally looking up at her. There she stood in the doorway of the bathroom, bright pink fuzzy pants and a white t-shirt on, drying her hair with a towel and she has never looked more beautiful.

“Which one?” She walked over and peaked at the page Spencer landed on. “Oh, that’s mine.”

It was so nonchalant that Spencer had to repeat it over in his mind to fully grasp what she said. 

“You wrote this?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you have more?” She laughed at his eagerness, but when she looked over at his dead serious face, her smile dropped.

“You can’t be serious. Spencer I wrote those so long ago. Eventually I realized it was going nowhere and just gave up. They’re really not that special.”

“They are to me.” The couple held eye contact, a silent standoff between the two. One of them had to back out eventually, and then the thought that no one in her life had ever told her that her art, whether it was huge painting or little doodles, long written out memoirs or tiny poems, was special. 

So she threw the competition, and sat down next to him on the bed.

“There’s another one on the next two pages.”

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness, you just needed to find a way to talk to it.

______

Join a taglist here Tell me your thoughts on this fic here Have a request? Send it in here

Taglist: @the-girl-who-writes-fanfiction @haylaansmi @masumiyetimziyanoldu @cielo1984 @rexorangecouny @username2002 @calm-and-doctor @pieceofried @mermaidshmari @everythingbutnormal @seasonfivereid @no-honey-no