#so she just grabs a pair of scissors one day and cuts it extremely short

[pepperquinnartz]

Had a dream during a power nap the other night where Jazz cut her hair extremely short (due to her constantly pulling it out bc of stress) so I had to draw her with it before I forgot all about it lmao

I proceeded to draw Danny afterwards to compare him + his hair to Jazz's and also because I wanted to update how I drew him since I wasn't really vibing with the mullet anymore. I'm much more satisfied with this style!

[brokebuckkmountain]

I'm gonna bitch under the cut cause I think I met an actual evil nurse today and I've been in pain for hours

I've had an ongoing medical issue for months. Been to the doctor and ER a ton of times, today one doc even expressed concern over how many CT scans I'd undergone in such a short period of time and how much blood I've had drawn. I've just moved, so I've been going to ER's until I can get in with a primary care physician.

A few days ago, the doctor at the clinic near my home had to cut open and clean out the part of my body where I've had ongoing issues. That's about as vague as I can keep it. They numbed me, gave me morphine, and told me even with all of that, it would be a super painful procedure because of how sensitive this area is and they were really sorry. I kind of teared up but toughed it out because I have a thing about crying in public.

Today I had to go to a different location for my check-up. Everything went well, but it was the end of the shift change, and the nurse helping me told me her coworker was in a massive rush to get home and kept stopping her from being able to do my paperwork. This guy comes in the room and says he needs to re-pack my wound. I told him my OG doctor said I didn't need to re-pack it (she actually said "with this sort of thing, normally you have to re-pack every few days, but I won't have you do that, that's just cruel, this is such a sensitive part of the body"). He said I had to do it anyways and I "was tough enough to handle it", reclined my seat and started immediately (first nurse was literally still in the middle of removing my IV).

I cannot describe to y'all how painful this was. I had told them about the morphine and numbing shot last time, but he kept insisting I'd be fine. This was the second most painful thing I've ever experienced (real ones know when a surgeon left a cotton swab inside of my face after a surgery 11 years ago). I was full body shaking and crying uncontrollably, the original nurse dropped what she was doing and ran over to hold my hand and tell me to breathe and try to talk me through it. My brother was in the room watching and holding my other hand; he agreed this guy was being extremely aggressive and just shoving the shit under my skin. He used significantly more of the gauze than the last time and just kept fucking shoving. Then he stood there holding the gauze and going "I don't have scissors, go find me scissors", talking with his hands and thereby yanking the gauze around inside me and causing even more pain. He grabbed a pair of pliers and said he would just twist the gauze with them til it broke, the other nurse went "NO!" and darted off to find actual scissors. Then, as they were bandaging the area, he starts asking my brother "how did they do it last time" "what material did they use" "does this like right to you". Like he- doesn't know how to dress a wound? Every time I could catch my breath I was apologizing for crying so much and the other nurse was really sweetly trying to cheer me up while this dude just stared blankly at me. The weirdest part was, even after I was done and all packed up, at random points he would walk up and just shove on the gauze to really pack it in I guess? And I would have to stop talking mid-sentence (answering discharge questions) because the pain was so overwhelming. At one point he mentioned how some of the gauze has to be left out, and I half-heartedly joked to my brother "oh I have a tail again huh?". This man flicked the gauze "tail" and went "yup". This was around the point I forced myself to stop crying because every part of me was thinking "this sick fuck is doing this on purpose". I don't know if he was, or if that's just my past experiences rearing their ugly heads up, but I refuse to cry in front of someone who's getting off on it. Finally the dude looked at me for the first time, and really coldly said "wow I guess that really hurt you. sorry" with a shrug. Just very insincere, like he thought it was funny.

My OG nurse was super sweet, kept throwing compliments at me and trying to cheer me up, and I just tried to wipe away with mess of tears off my face and went home.

This was weird, right? Like, maybe the guy wasn't intentionally causing me as much pain as possible, and he really just wanted to up and go home, but he was still so unnervingly aggressive. Even my brother was really upset at how unnecessarily rough it was. I don't know what to even think. I've been in physical pain for hours and I also feel just, emotionally drained. Like I've always been kind of freaked out with doctors offices and dentists and this just made it so much worse. Like, am I overreacting or does this seem like really bad practice. Idk.

[parkerslatte]

Lazy Day In

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Y/N and Spencer enjoy a day off from work.

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Y/N awoke to soft kisses being placed across her neck and shoulder. Opening her eyes, Y/N turned her head to be greeted with the sight of her boyfriend. Turning in his arms, she placed a kiss on his lips. His hands cupped the side of her face gently while she held onto his wrist, rubbing her thumb across it lovingly. 

“Good morning.” Spencer mumbled against her lips. 

“Morning.” Y/N mumbled back, reconnecting their lips. 

The time was eleven in the morning. It was extremely novel for the young couple to stay in bed for as long as they have but they had been granted with a day off as their last case was longer and more grueling than originally anticipated. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Y/N moved to the side of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. She could hear Spencer mumble for her to come back, causing Y/N to let out a small chuckle. 

“I’m going to make some brunch, you coming?” Y/N asked, leaning over and pecking Spencer on the lips. He however, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. 

Y/N pulled away with a smile, “We can do a lot more of that later, now I need food, I’m starving.”

Spencer sighed before lifting himself off the bed and put on a t-shirt discarded from the night before. Walking out of their bedroom, Spencer made his way to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, burying his head into her shoulder. 

“What are you making?” Spencer asked, his lips brushing the side of Y/N’s neck.

“Toast, it’s quick and simple.” Y/N answered, putting the bread into the toaster. 

Once the toast was ready, Y/N and Spencer sat at the dining table and ate in a comfortable silence. As Y/N was eating, an idea came to mind and she gasped, gaining the attention of Spencer. 

“What?” He asked.

“You know you said that your hair has been annoying you for the past couple of weeks?” Y/N said as Spencer nodded, “Can I cut it for you?”

“Y/N, you know that I trust you with my life but I’m not letting you cut my hair.” Spencer said, taking a final bit of his toast.

“Why not? It’ll be fun.” Y/N pushed.

“For you maybe.” Spencer stated.

“I promise I won’t cut it too short, only so it doesn’t keep brushing over your shoulders.” Y/N said, giving Spencer a look that he couldn’t resist no matter how hard he tried. 

“Fine,” Spencer said, “But if you do a bad job, I get to cut yours.”

“You have such little faith in me Spencer Reid.” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before clearing away the table. 

Y/N made Spencer sit at the dining table as she cut his hair. She was sad to see it go as she loved running her fingers through it - it calmed her. But she knew that it was bothering Spencer. Taking one bit of hair, Y/N cut it off without warning Spencer.

“Y/N!” Spencer said, twisting his head around to look at her, “Warn me before you cut my hair.”

“I only did that so I know you won’t back out,” Y/N said, “Now will you let me finish?”

“Okay.” Spencer said, turning back around so Y/N could cut his hair.

What Spencer didn’t know about Y/N was that she used to cut her entire family’s hair so she knew what she was doing. Snipping off his hair pieces at a time, Y/N finished. His hair wasn’t too short, it was still long enough for him to run his fingers through it (and her but she wasn’t going to admit that).

“And I’m done!” Y/N said, placing down the scissors and comb, she picked up the mirror and held it in front of Spencer, “What do you think?”

Spencer looked at his hair in the mirror fiddling with it. It was different but he liked it, “I like it,” he said standing up, “Thank you, my love.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

“You’re welcome, my dear,” Y/N said, brushing off his hair from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, “Now, what do you say we clean up everything and watch a movie?”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Spencer mumbled as he stepped away from Y/N and began clearing up the supplies while Y/N swept his hair up and discarded it in the trash.

After everything was cleared away, Y/N and Spencer found themselves cuddled on the couch. Y/N’s legs were resting over Spencer’s lap while his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her close to him. The two watched the movie in a comfortable silence before Y/N began to feel Spencer’s lips kissing down the side of her neck. At first she tried to ignore him, keeping all of her attention on the film. However as one of his hands moved to rest high up on her thigh, she finally turned her attention to him.

“Are we ever going to get through a movie?” Y/N mumbled.

“I don’t think so.” Spencer mumbled before crashing his lips against her own. 

Y/N moved so she straddled his hips and gently grinded her hips down causing Spencer to let out a small moan. Using one of his hands, Spencer picked up the remote and switched off the television. Now the only sound was the noise of their heavy breathing. 

Placing his hands under her thighs, Spencer lifted Y/N up, causing her to let out a high pitch giggle and grip onto him slightly. Spencer smiled before carrying her to their bedroom, Y/N pressing kisses down his neck the entire way there. 

Placing her down on the bed gently, he lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. Crawling onto the bed, he hovered over Y/N. She reached up to connect their lips once again, only parting to pull her own shirt over her head leaving her in her bra and shorts. 

“You’re beautiful.” Spencer mumbled, placing sloppy kisses down her neck until he got to her bra. Reaching around her back, he unlatched the clasp, letting her breasts free of their restraint. 

He continued kissing lower and lower until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Lifting her hips up from the bed, he allowed her to pull them down her legs, along with her underwear. He stopped for a moment to admire her body, “How did I get so lucky?”

Y/N propped herself up on her elbows, “The question is, how did I get so lucky? Because you, Spencer Reid, are a gift to humanity.”

Y/N reached forward to tug him forward by his pajama bottoms before sliding them down his legs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them to the side. Now they were both fully exposed to each other and both of them loved every second of it. 

Y/N tugged Spencer down and pressed her lips to hers hungrily, pressing her body hard against him, causing him to groan. Letting his hand run down every curve of her body to the area where she needed him most, Y/N threw her head back and let out a quiet moan. She moved her hips against his hand as the tension began to build. Kissing down her neck, Spencer found the most sensitive part before biting down making Y/N moan out his name. Moving his fingers at a faster pace, Spencer smiled as a string of curses left her mouth. 

Removing his fingers from her, Y/N let out a whine of protest before his fingers were replaced with something else, making Y/N moan out in delight. Thrusting into her gently, Y/N bit down on Spencer’s shoulder. He was gentle at first before he built up a pace. The sound of Y/N’s softer sighs and Spencer’s deeper moans filled the room. Y/N’s legs wrapped around Spencer’s hips bringing him impossibly closer and deeper. 

The sensation within Y/N began to rebuild again as her moans became more breathy as the pleasure increased. Each thrust of Spencer’s was becoming more sloppy as he was drawing to his high as well. One of Spencer’s  hands travelled down and rubbed over the most sensitive areas of Y/N’s body, allowing the pleasure to build up, almost tipping her over the edge. Rutting her hips up to meet his, Y/N began panting his name over and over again. 

Kissing along his neck, Y/N felt the wave of pleasure become too much as she was pushed over the edge. The tension snapped within her as pleasure rippled through her body and she cried out Spencer’s name one final time. 

One last thrust and Spencer’s was pushed over the edge, allowing the same pleasure that flooded Y/N to course through his own body as well. The two stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment longer before Spencer rolled off the top of her breathing heavily. 

Y/N turned her head to Spencer who had his eyes closed, catching his breath. She shuffled closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his collarbone. Looking down at her, he smiled. Her hair was a complete mess but she looked beautiful. 

“I’m going to clean up but after that we can just cuddle all night if you want?” Y/N offered. 

“I’d love nothing more.” Spencer said, smiling as Y/N stood up with slightly wobbly legs. 

Once she was finished cleaning up, the two got changed into a clean pair of pajamas as they knew there was no point in getting changed into anything else. Climbing into the bed, Y/N flopped down into Spencer’s arms. Her head buried into the crook of his neck as she breathed in his scent that she had grown to love. 

“I love you so much.” Y/N mumbled.

“I love you as well,” Spencer replied, “More than you can possibly imagine.”

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[thirstyforcharacters]

Bar Fight (Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x fem bounty hunter! Reader)

Part 1 of 2 of The Bounty Hunter and the Mandalorian

Summary: When a bounty hunter attempts to get her quarry, the ensuing battle with a mysterious stranger takes an unexpected turn.

Notes: Hello! This is meant to be the prequel to Rendezvous, (which you can find here) it's the scene that was briefly described in one of the beginning paragraphs. It can also definitely be read as a standalone, though! I know my updates definitely haven't been as frequent because finals are getting close, but I'm still trying to write because it's one of the only things keeping me sane. Hope you enjoy this Mandalorian story! PS: Thank you for 50 followers 🥰 I know that doesn't sound like much, but I honestly didn’t think that anyone would actually read my content, so thank you for giving me serotonin! (use of she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! a bar fight (duh)/canon-typical violence, finger-fucking, hand jobs 

WC: 2.8 k

Another day, another bounty. That’s what you were thinking to yourself as you flew Freya, your trusty ship, back to Nevarro. Solonoe Carslit apparently owed some money to the Hutts, and of course, being one of the best bounty hunters in the guild, you were able to get the job done. Dragging Solonoe back to Tatooine wasn’t much of a problem once you knocked him unconscious and froze him in carbonite, and the Hutts payed you well, giving you enough money to make a much needed repair to your hyperdrive and get enough fuel to last you for a few weeks. You even splurged on a new pair of boots, since your old ones were torn to shreds. Now, you were headed back to Nevarro; Greef Karga said he would have some more jobs by now.

You touched down on the planet, landing in the open space just outside of town. You strode your way down the streets, and most who were in your way practically leaped to the side as you brushed past. You usually had this effect on people, your stoic expression, dark and practical clothing, and the blaster rifle, which you took off the body of a Stormtrooper, slung across your back, the blasters hanging from your belt, and the knives tucked snugly in their thigh holsters usually intimidated those who weren’t like you. You swiftly entered the cantina in which you knew Karga would be located.

And there he was, sitting at a booth, tucked in the corner of the bar, glancing around for anyone interested. And interested you were.

You sat in front of him, folding your hands on the table and giving him an intense stare.

“Ah, you’re back,” he acknowledged, “I’m sure the Hutts paid you handsomely.”

“You could say that. But I want a little more.”

He chuckled, “Always on the move, you are. You’re lucky, I think I have something for you.”

He took one of the familiar pucks from his pocket and turned it on. A human woman appeared on screen with bright green hair, which was shaved on one side, and eyes to match.

“Isahei Haradde is the name. Apparently, she stole a sizeable sum from a rich Imperial family. Rumor is that she’s hiding out somewhere on Bespin. They’re offering a pretty sizable reward for the one who catches her. In beskar.”

“Beskar?” your eyebrow raised, “that could be enough to buy myself a new blaster. Or make some new armor.”

“Indeed. I’m sure you’re up for it, you’re one of the best we have. Though, I will tell you, there are multiple other bounty hunters gunning for her as well, given the size of the reward,” warned Greef.

“I can handle it,” was your short reply.

Karga wished you good luck as you snatched the puck and jumped up from the table, eager to move to your destination. You made your way back to Freya. You were quite proud of her; she was an old, beat up Republic gunship you found in a scrapyard that you had fixed up yourself. The heavy armor and multiple guns you had rebuilt meant that almost no one could take down your baby. You had gotten her pretty beat up a couple times, but you always made sure the dings and bumps were taken care of.

You punched in the coordinates to Bespin and off you went. You launched into hyperspace and put the ship on autopilot, choosing to focus your attention on the job instead. Bespin was a mining planet, which mostly appeared clean from the outside. But you knew where all of the shady spots were, the seedy bars, the dark alleyways, the mine shafts that were used as hideouts for criminal masterminds, etc. Knowing the type of personnel you usually had to deal with, you figured you’d probably start in one of the bars.

Before long, you had arrived on the planet. You landed on one of the landing strips more on the outskirt of the city so that you could be a bit more inconspicuous, and wandered through the city until you found your destination.

Cloud City Cantina wasn’t exactly a creative name, but the drinks were cheap and there was plenty of activity not meant for the faint of heart. You could already hear some commotion from the inside when you approached the door and peaking inside confirmed your suspicions. Four people were standing by the bar, one you immediately recognized as your quarry. The other three were a Togruta female, Rodian male, and someone dressed head to toe in beskar armor, so you couldn’t tell exactly who he was, but you recognized him as a Mandalorian. Though you couldn’t see his face, he was alluring; while the other two were arguing loudly, he just stood there, observing through his helmet. He was casually leaning against the bar, one of his hands propper up his head, and the other was holding his blaster. The trio were obviously bounty hunters who were “discussing” who was going to get the bounty. You decided that you would decide for them, and you strode over to them.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you snarked, clearly not sorry, “but I’ll be taking that bounty.”

Before any of them could react, you swept the Rodian’s legs out from beneath him. He squawked in surprise and the other two lept into action. The Togruta shot at your head, and you managed to duck just in time. During the confusion, Isahei sprang from her seat and made a run for the door, but the Mandalorian launched a whipcord from one of his vambraces (which you didn’t see coming) and it wrapped itself around her, causing her to topple to the ground. The Rodian staggered up from the ground and threw a punch at your head, which you skillfully deflected. You reached behind you and grabbed a beer mug and promptly smashed it over his head. He dropped to the ground once more, definitely at least unconscious. You turned your attention back to the Togruta, who shot at you again. You took out your vibro-knives and ran at her, slicing first at her blaster wielding arm, then at her face. She jumped back, expecting the charge, but you still managed to clip her arm, making her hiss in pain. She brought her elbow down and slammed it into your stomach, making you groan in pain. You slashed back at her in retaliation, and blood soon tinged her thigh from the deep cut you inflicted. She dropped to the ground as well.

You looked around for the Mandalorian, and barely saw him dragging the quarry through the crowd. Without really thinking, you hurled one of your knives at him and it sunk into one of the gaps in his armor, jst above his elbow. He dropped the quarry with a grunt of pain and whipped around while yanking the knife from his arm and throwing it on the floor. You assumed he locked eyes with you, making you smirk triumphantly.

“Couldn’t let you get away with that,” you called to him, stepping through the crowd, which parted for you, “I’d like that reward.”

“Well, you’re not getting it,” came his reply, which was sort of staticky through the helmet.

Even so, the deep timbre of his voice made a strange flipping feeling make itself known in your belly. Being attracted to your competition wasn’t going to help you in this situation, especially seeing as you were now practically face to face.

“Really? I beg to differ.”

“I’m the one who restrained her. That bounty should go to me.”

“Well, I’m the one who started the fight in the first place, and you wouldn’t have been able to restrain her without that. So technically, you couldn’t have done it without me.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You thought that maybe you had gotten to him when he suddenly took his rifle off of his back and swung it at you. You ducked out of the way and took out your own. You were in too close of quarters to be able to shoot at each other, so you used your rifles as bludgeoning weapons while Isahei, your quarry, just layed there.

After a long bout of fighting, it became pretty clear that neither of you was more skilled than the other. You both leaned against the bar, out of breath, staring at each other. You were sure that his stare was meant to be intimidating, if his body language told you anything. But yours was also a bit more of a sensual nature. You couldn’t help it; he was a strong fighter with a sexy voice. You could tell that there was muscle upon muscle underneath his armor, and you were able to see the way his pants hugged his massive thighs. You did your best to be subtle, but that was kind of difficult in such close quarters.

“I saw we just do rock, paper, scissors and call it a night,” you joked.

He chuckled, “I think I have a better idea, especially since you can’t keep your eyes off of me.”

You flushed slightly at being caught, but hoped that the dim lighting of the bar covered it up, “I’m just trying to be intimidating. This usually works.”

“Yeah, because staring at my thighs is extremely intimidating.”

Oh. Well, you couldn’t play it off anymore.

“To be fair, I can’t say I’m entirely innocent in that regard, either.”

Oh. He was attracted to you, too. That was news.

“I see. So what’s this idea of yours?” you questioned.

He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “Whoever makes the other come first gets the bounty.”

Your eyes widened comically. He was asking for what you had been thinking, and in pretty explicit terms, too.

The soft laugh near your ear sent shivers down your spine, “At a loss for words? Or are you not up for the challenge?”

“No,” you said immediately, “I’m up for it. I like to think I’m pretty good with my hands.”

“I’m sure you are,” he murmured, picking up your knife and tucking it back into your thigh holster, purposefully brushing his fingers along the inside of your thigh, “but so am I.”

The two of you dragged the quarry to a small, unassuming inn and snuck into one of the empty rooms. You left the quarry outside of the room, attaching the cord to a bannister, knowing that it was a very small chance of her escaping. Once you closed the door, the game was afoot. Almost immediately, he pushed you onto the bed; you should’ve known you were fighting a losing battle then, but you were determined to get this quarry. He draped himself on top of you and teasingly pinned your hands above your head.

“That’s cheating,” you snapped, “how am I supposed to get you off if I can’t use my hands?”

“Get creative,” he replied while his hips slowly began to grind into yours.

Though he was playing it cool, you could feel how hard he already was through his pants. Maybe you had a shot at this, as long as he didn’t know that you were already dripping. Every grind of his hips against yours made it more and more difficult to keep the moans that were threatening to spill from your lips at bay, but you managed to keep them in. Until one of his hands travelled from you wrists down your torso to the small strip of skin showing between your now-untucked shirt and your pants. His fingers slipped under the band of your pants and somehow almost immediately found your clit, rubbing vigorously. You couldn’t help but moan softly at the feeling.

“Maker, you’re dripping. Sure you’re gonna last?”

That was enough for you to spring into action. You pulled your wrists out of his one-handed grip and trailed them down his armor-clad torso. You removed the armor that was blocking your path downwards; though it was difficult without his assistance, you managed. You were about to dip your hand under the waistband of his pants when he ran one of his fingers through your slit, making you whimper and temporarily forget what you needed to be doing.

“Shit,” you breathed when his finger pushed into your dripping cunt.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmured, “bet you’re gonna cum soon with how wet you are.”

With all of the self-control you could muster, you grabbed his wrist to still his movements and used your other hand to finally reach into his pants and grab his rock-hard member. A soft groan crackled through the helmet, causing you to finally see through his put-together facade.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” you crooned, starting to move your hand, desperate for him to cum before you.

You saw him nod jerkily, then he used his free hand to pull your hand from his wrist and begin his movements in earnest.

“It does,” he started, “but I need you to come first.”

“Not a chance,” you said through gritted teeth, twisting your hand around his dick, “that bounty is mine.”

Only moments after you said that did he add another finger, making you clench around him. He curled his fingers inside of you, making a soft “fuck” fall from your lips as you continued to jerk him, brushing your thumb across the tip. He cursed as you brought your thumb, covered in his precome, to your lips and sucked.

“You taste divine,” you whispered, batting your eyelashes enticingly.

“Glad you think so,” he snarked, “Maker, you’re just gushing around me, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny it; this was the wettest you had been in a long time. You knew that you weren’t going to last much longer; your legs were trembling and you were barely holding back your orgasm, making you redouble your efforts. You increased your pace, making him moan out in pleasure. Just when you thought that maybe you had him, his thumb rubbed against your clit, and you were done for. Your orgasm washed over you and you whimpered as he fingered you through your high. You tried to continue to jerk him through your orgasm, but you lost your grip on him as the pleasure overtook you.

You came down from your high and you could almost feel him smirking.

“Guess I won.”

“Guess so. You may have won the bounty, but I could just leave you on edge with no way to get back down. Not much of a winner now, are you?” you sassed back, pulling your hand out of his pants.

In a flash, his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it back in, “Now that would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

“So is taking my bounty.”

You attempted to pull your hands away, but he grasped them both in his own. You knew that he was stronger than you, but you tried to break free anyway.

That is, until you heard him whisper, “Please.”

You looked into where his eyes would be in the helmet and you felt your resolve break. You knew you couldn’t just leave him high and dry, even if he did just take your bounty.

“Okay,” you replied, and he released your hands.

Your hands returned to their former position, wrapped around his dick. Now that you weren’t worried about getting off, you focused your attention on him. His dick was pretty, hard and absolutely leaking. You knew he was close. His body language was tense, like a bowstring that was too tight.

“Cum for me,” you purred, “I can tell how close you are.”

A sound akin from a whimper fell from his lips as one of your hands moved to toy with his balls. It wasn’t long before the bowstring snapped, and the white liquid covered your hands. You wiped off his release on the inn’s sheets, knowing that someone would probably clean it sometime. You both got off of the bed and got yourselves together. You exited the room and the Mandalorian took hold of the quarry. Disappointment began to settle in at your lost bounty, though you tried not to show it on your face.

You must’ve failed though, because he meandered back over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, “You’re a really good fighter. You’ll get another one.”

“Thanks,” you replied softly, though you were still pretty frustrated.

“At least you got a pretty decent orgasm out of it,” he remarked.

A small smile spread across your face at that, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Here, give me your holo,” he requested.

Your quirked up your eyebrow, but handed it over. He punched something in and handed it back to you.

“If you ever want to do something like that again, let me know.”

He dragged the quarry behind him then, and before long, he was out of sight. When you couldn’t see him anymore, you took out your holo and glanced at your contacts.

Mando.

That’s what he had saved himself as. Your small smile grew wider. Perhaps you’d be seeing him again. For now, though, it was time to get your next job.

[shannygoatgruff]

Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan...

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr​

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax​ for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

A/N: This is a fic I started 10-years ago for another fandom. I never finished it, but I loved the concept. I have an idea of what I want to do with it - hopefully, I’ll finish it this time around.

Part i - Train Wreck 

It had taken forever to get the subwoofer out of the Challenger's trunk without damaging the cords. However, it was done with such skill and precision, it appeared a surgeon had removed it. The tricky part had been hooking the stereo back up to the factory-installed speakers after the subwoofer had been removed, and making everything look nice and neat, so the car’s owner wouldn’t be aware.

It had taken longer than usual, but it was well worth it. Whoever installed this particular unit, did a really good job. They were so meticulous with their installation, right down to the intricate wiring system – not that straight out the box shit that comes with aftermarket speaker setups. It had proven to be a tedious job, but not impossible.

No matter how daunting the task of removing the subwoofer had been, it wasn’t half as difficult as hooking it up to the old iPod without the benefit of a stereo. It had been a painstakingly slow process. One wrong splice of the cord and the mp4 player would short out. But tenacity always paid off. The result looked raggedy, with cords kept in place with electrical tape, the iPod balanced on its side, held in place between two books, and a huge metal subwoofer vibrating next to it. It was ugly, but it worked.

The volume on the iPod was cranked up to the highest level. It was so loud that the walls shook with each kick of the bass drum. There was no reason to ever use a speaker that powerful in a room this size, but the song demanded it. All good music demanded to be blasted at the highest of decibels; this song in particular. It had been playing on repeat for the past hour. One song. One constant beat. One melody, and one voice screeching over that amazing guitar riff. Listening to it on anything lower than the max was the true definition of insanity.

The people staying in the room next door disagreed because they had already done everything to get her to turn it down. They had yelled, banged on the walls, kicked her door, and even called the manager. It didn't matter. The fucking neighbors could eat a dick. Even if they called the National Guard the volume wasn’t changing. This song wasn't "noise", it was destined to be a fucking classic – in her room, if nowhere else. If it was possible to play the song any louder, she would have.

These fuckstick neighbors. They were the only ones that didn't understand how places like this worked. The rule was, there were no rules – that was the beauty of it. That's why this particular room was the best choice. It was on the second floor, around the back facing the alley instead of the highway. There was nothing else on this side of the building except the five rooms on this level, garbage dumpsters, the on ramp, and a peeling billboard. What in the hell were they expecting? If one picked a shit motel, with a shit room that offered no view, why would they think it would be quiet?

Anyone could stay in a two or three-star hotel. But, a bed-bug infested No Tell-Motel? People stayed here because they wanted to get away with whatever dirt they were trying to do. That's why these places charge by the hour and not by the night. Most people wouldn't even want to stay for the entire night. Dirt didn't take that much time to commit. For the most part, the only people who stayed in places like this only needed the space for about 20 minutes…a few hours tops, if they had a lot of stamina. It was don't ask, don't tell…don't listen, don't knock. These assholes should know that. 

Annoying ass neighbors aside, the room was comfortable. The thick smell of stale cigarette smoke clung to the air was reminiscent of home. The smoky air coupled with a heavy bassline made it feel like a rock video. The only problem with the room was that it was hotter than a crack whore's crotch.

The air-conditioning unit in the sole window did little more than blow the smoke rings further around the room. It provided a nice buzzing sound that served as background noise and as a reverb for the music. There was also a burning smell that came from the window-unit being cranked up to full blast. It had been a little hard to get used to, at first, but two packs of cigarettes later, it was no longer noticeable.

The roaches sure didn't seem to appreciate the extra heat in the room. They constantly ran in and out of the vents of the air-conditioner like they were trying to find a cooler climate. Or maybe they were just hungry. The box of half-eaten pizza on the dinette table not only provided a suitable temporary home but also a hardy meal. They gathered there, grabbing their lunchtime snacks before running off to other wall cracks to share in a meal with their friends and family.

Most people would have found the place a disgusting, germ-infested, death trap. But, Torren wasn't most people. She didn't seem to notice anything in particular about her living conditions. She had other things to focus on. She had already paid for this week, and next, so what did she care? The place had all of the essentials; electricity, toilet, running water, a bed, and a TV.

Granted, the electricity was spotty, to the point that she couldn't have her flatiron and blow dryer plugged in at the same time. The toilet was so soiled that it still hadn't been determined if there were rust stains in it, or if it just had never been cleaned…ever. The water ran brown when it rained and a cloudy gray the rest of the time. It didn't get hot either, but it did get tepid if she let it run for 10 minutes, but not hot. Not hot enough to sanitize your hands, or to take a bath in.

But, it was already hot in the room, so a cold shower wasn't so bad. Besides, the tub was indescribable. If someone told her that a family of six had been murdered, and dismembered in that tub, she wouldn't be surprised. It just had that horror movie slaughter look, and the stains to prove it.

The bed was hard and lumpy and judging from the DNA left behind from past guests and holes in the sheets, they probably hadn't ever been changed. The TV was small, but at least it was in color. Hell, the room even came with its own pets, and it was only $50 for the week! There truly wasn't anything to complain about.

Torren Sykes sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, surrounded by ripped out, stolen magazine pages and color copies of photos she’d downloaded and printed at the library. She rocked her head and shoulders in a slow sway to the beat of the song playing. Haphazardly she flipped through the pages until she found a suitable picture and smiled. Picking up the scissors, she licked her lips slowly and ferried her brow, as she started the task of cutting it out.

"Goddammit!" She yelled before slamming the paper down on the bed. Stomping angrily toward the door, she pulled it open and narrowed her eyes at the man standing there. "I swear, if you knock on this door again, I'm gonna slit your fucking throat," she cringed, narrowing her eyes and pointing the shears at the man's neck.

The motel manager was taken by surprise at the half-naked woman holding shears to his neck. Standing before him was a beautiful brunette, with dark features. She had a creamy, light coffee-colored complexion – these days it was hard to judge a person’s ethnic makeup, but if he had to venture a guess, he’d think she was bi-racial. She had perfectly shaped large, almond, brown eyes that gave off nothing but a vacant stare, and a heart-shaped face. The soft dimple in her chin, and the one just at the curve of her mouth, gave her an almost angelic look. She was considerably shorter than him, about 5'5", and well built.

She wouldn't have been considered thin; she was far too curvy for that – the term slim thick instantly sprang to mind. She had thick thighs, extremely pronounced hips, and presumably a large ass. Yet, her waist was small, and her stomach flat, and big breasts. Not too big, where one would sprain their thumb trying to hold them, but they were big enough to keep any man occupied.

The manager wondered if she had some work done to get a body like that. It wasn’t uncommon for women around her to have a little nip, tuck, and a whole lot added to try to look like a vid-hoe, these days.

She was wearing the smallest pair of underwear he'd ever seen. And what was the purpose of wearing a cut off top that stopped just under her nipples? She might as well not be wearing a shirt at all. He could see the curve of the lower half of her breasts because the shirt failed to cover the lower half of her chest. If she raised her arm any higher he would have gotten a full-on nip-slip.

She glistened with a fine sheen of sweat all over her body; her long hair clung to her cheeks and neck, with it. It was almost like her hair was beating as quickly as her pulse was. He could feel the rush of heat come out of the room, as soon as she opened the door. It was like she had just opened the door to an oven. She was hot and sweaty, yet she still wore long tube socks that came up to her knees.

If she hadn't been assaulting him with a deadly weapon, it would have looked like something he’d recently seen on Porn Hub.

He had been so taken aback that he couldn't think of anything to say to her. Instead, he took a step backward and watched as she slammed the door. The entire encounter took about 5 seconds. Long enough for her to open the door, threaten him, and slam it again in his face. He wasn't sure what he was more surprised by, how she answered the door almost naked, the temperature of her room, the level of her music, the anger in her voice, or the scissors that had been pointed just inches below his throat. The whole scene was just wrong and it scared him.

In the 20 seconds that he continued to stand in front of the closed room door, he thought about what scared him the most. It was the look in her eyes. Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were intense. They were concentrated. They had absently stared right through him. Something about those eyes wasn't right. Had she even seen him? He would never admit it, but he hoped like hell that she hadn't. He hoped that she didn't remember what he looked like. He didn't want any trouble, and he could tell that she definitely was.

Stomping her way back to her bed, Torren resumed her aforementioned position, picked up the copied photo, and started to sway to the music again. She smiled a little taking a second to run her fingers over the image on the page before she resumed cutting. Scraps of paper fell to the bed and the floor, some even stuck to her sweaty legs.

She clutched the cut-out to her chest, before falling back on the bed. Settling on her back, she held the picture up to the light. With tenderness, she brought the piece of paper down to her lips. She kissed it...him, with such passion, before sticking her tongue out of her mouth, and letting it rest on the computer paper - where his lips were, her wet tongue instantly wetting the page and smearing the ink. Planting her feet on the bed, she lifted her waist from the mattress and started to thrust upward with the beat of the song.

Seductively, she flipped over on all fours, laying the picture down on the pillows. She whipped her hair around her head, before letting it hang over her shoulder. She scooped her neck down and began kissing the picture again. As she did, she started to grind her hips hard against the balled up blankets.

She let one hand travel down her torso, toward her panties and smirked at the picture as she did. She braced herself on her left knee and elbow, before lifting her right leg out, then up. Roughly, she took her fingers and plunged them deep inside of herself. She bit her bottom lip, hard; she could taste the coppery blood on her tongue, and when she leaned down to kiss the picture again, she managed to get a nice bloody lip print on it. She twirled her hips and moaned loudly as she pleasured herself. Her eyes never left the picture. She removed her fingers, only to trace the dampness on the image before placing them in her mouth. Her taste was incredible. It always turned her on.

She had to have him. She needed him.

She flipped over on the bed, this time grabbing a magazine cover she had torn off from one of the stacks she found in the library. This one had him on the cover.

With a sense of urgency, she smoothed the waxy page down her body, before stuffing the picture along with her hand inside her panties. She closed her eyes. She felt his tongue running over her; she felt his fingers inside of her. The pillow next to her, the one covered in taped photos of him was now on top of her to simulate his body on hers, as her hand and the magazine continued to work. She couldn't get enough of him. She would never get enough of him.

In the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, that happened to coincide with the best guitar solo ever created, blasting from the speaker, she managed to yell one word, "IVAR!" Then she flopped back on the bed in hysterical laughter.

She straightened out the magazine cover and picked up her bloody cut-out from the pillow.

Wordlessly, she stuck them both to the wall with her juices; amongst the 50 other printouts of him that hung just over her headboard. After giving him another kiss, she finally turned down the volume on her makeshift stereo, picked up a piece of pizza from the box, shook it off, then headed into the bathroom for a cold shower.

Part ii

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"How did you manage to break a pair of scissors?” - Mercedes

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GOOD, GOOD! MORE DIMITRI FOR LITTLE BYLETH TO BOND WITH

Thanks for the asks anons, I hope you enjoy!

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A Hairy Predicament (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

child!Byleth Professor AU

Byleth’s hair has become a problem, embarrassing him in the worst way possible. With all the girls who know about hairstyles and fashion being busy, there is only one person he can go to...

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Byleth walked through the dorms, thoroughly embarrassed. He could not believe that his hair of all things would be the one to bring him to his knees in terms of losing his cool.

It had been growing a bit out of hand for his liking, but he didn’t particularly care. It’s not like it was causing problems on the battlefield.

Now, back at the Monastery? That was a completely different story.

At first the students mistook him as Byleth’s long lost sister until he turned around.

He didn’t really know how to cut hair, but at this point he still didn’t care.

Until Flayn went to talk to him.

“Oh, you must be the professor’s sister I’ve heard so much about! I’m Flayn!”

Byleth’s blood ran cold as he slowly turned around to Flayn who was smiling, so excited to meet another family member of someone so beloved to her.

...Only to realize it was just Byleth.

Byleth didn’t say a word as his eyes were extremely wide, and his face beginning to turn red.

Flayn’s smile quickly dissipated and started spewing out apologies. She was only making the situation worse.

“O-OH! BYLETH! U-Um, I didn’t mean you looked like a girl! T-The hairstyle really makes you pretty- NONO! I MEAN-”

Byleth sighed and began his walk of shame while Flayn stood awkwardly, twiddling her thumbs.

Because of that, he figured to get his damn hair cut.

All the girls were busy at the moment, and Ingrid sure as hell didn’t know how to even��‘girl’ to begin with. But...he did recall that Dimitri went to Mercedes on how to cut and sew...so maybe that would work?

Knock knock knock!

Byleth had went to the second floor of the dorms, quietly waiting for Dimitri.

“Coming.”

Once he opened the door, Dimitri smiled.

“Professor, what can I do for you?”

“Um...do you know how to cut hair?”

....

“...W-What? You want me to cut your hair?”

Byleth explained the situation to Dimitri which made him laugh nervously.

“Ah, I see...Well, take a seat professor. I can’t promise it will be clean but-”

“That’s fine. Just make this problem go away, I don’t care if I go bald.”

Dimitri started sweating. With how he handled scissors, that would be the best case scenario...

Once Byleth sat down, Dimitri began looking through his belongings for the kit Mercedes had given him.

“You know professor, I wouldn’t be too embarrassed about the situation with Flayn!”

“Ugh, you think so? I don’t feel like I can live that down. I saw Knights laughing so much that they fell over and their armor couldn’t make them get up...”

“Well, you are aware that Edelgard and I grew up together, right?”

“Hm.”

“I cared very much for her, and so the day I learned she was leaving, she was already on her way! No one had told me, and I panicked. I wanted to give her a nice gift, but there was no time so...”

Dimitri cringed everytime he remembered what he did.

“I uh...gave her a dagger.”

“...You what?”

“Surely you’ve seen that dagger on her waist, right? It’s...mine. I thought that was the best gift for her...”

“A dagger? Really?”

“L-Listen, it was the heat of the moment! There was nothing else around!”

Byleth had never heard thought it was possible to combine the emotions of embarrassment, anger, compassion, and pain at the same time, yet Dimitri replicated it perfectly.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as Dimitri finally found the kit he was looking for.

“A-Anyways...THAT’S why you don’t have to worry about the hair. That can be taken away in an instant but that dagger...the fact she still has it will serve as a grim reminder...”

“Hah, I guess that’s true.”

“See? Now then, childhood trauma aside, let’s-”

CLANG!

“...Dimitri, what the hell was that?”

“That...would be the scissors.”

“...What?!”

“Well, I um...have a bad habit of breaking scissors.”

Byleth turned around in confusion, and he had split the entire thing in half.

“You...you just grabbed it, right?

“Hang on, I have spares for this!”

Dimitri picked up another pair, and was about to test it out until-

CLANG!

...He had somehow snapped it just snipping it once.

“By the Saints, Dimitri! Are those made out of string?!”

“Agh, I thought I would stop breaking them!”

He took out a third pair of scissors and snipped them again, albeit far more carefully.

Byleth sighed and looked forward, standing still for him to begin cutting.

“Well, ready when you are Dimitri.”

“Right. Let’s get this hair fixed up, my tiny professor.”

And so, Dimitri carefully took a strand of his hair, and began to clip

CLANG!

Byleth barely felt a hair clip when he heard that pair break.

“...Dimitri, let’s just wait for Mercedes.”

“...A-Agreed...”

[bxcksdoll]

Hello! Please could I request an imagine where it’s either platonic between Peter and the reader or them two being shipped together, and just kind of a head canon about them being the youngest avengers? Like playing on pranks on the other avengers, and even though they all get mad you see how soft they are towards the two kids? Thank you if you can:)🐝

Parker Pranks

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N are best friends. They’re the youngest of the avengers and love to cause mischief by pulling pranks on the others.

Warnings: swearing??

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, Anon. I am in LOVE with his idea so it was great fun to write! I hope this was what you for hoping for and if you ever want another imagine written please let me know in my ask :D

“Morning, kid, where’s your boyfriend at?” Sam smirked as you walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

“Excuse me? My what now?” you asked, extremely confused.

“You know, your boyfriend. The spider-kid,” Bucky chimed in, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Ha ha, very funny you guys,” you rolled your eyes and opened the fridge.

“So when are you gonna ask him out, huh?” Sam winked.

“Wait, you’re actually gonna ask him out?” Bucky nearly spat out his coffee in excitement.

“God no! We’re just friends. Can’t a boy and a girl be friends without the thought of a relationship?” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

At least once a week you got asked if you and Peter were in a relationship by another avenger. It was driving you mad. You needed to do something about it.

“Good morning, all,” Tony greeted as he entered the room. “Wow, Y/N, you’re up early. I thought you’d still be in bed after probably spending all night on your phone.”

“Actually, I went to sleep early last night, for your information. Not all teenagers are glued to their phones, Tony,” you chuckled.

A few seconds later, Peter entered the room, his phone inches away from his face. He didn’t even look up to say hello, just stumbled across the room and landing on a sofa.

“You were saying?” Tony quipped. “Teenagers? More like screen-agers.”

“That’s possibly the worst pun I’ve ever heard,” you stated, walking over to Peter.

“Hey,” you whispered, shaking him. “I have a plan on doing something, are you up for it?”

“Well that depends,” Peter answered. “What kind of thing?”

“Follow me.” You yanked him up and dragged up out of the room but not without a comment from Sam: “Where you off to, lovebirds?”

“Right,” you said as you finally let go of his arm when you reached a quiet room. “We should do some pranks!”

“Pranks?” Peters eyes went wide with excitement. “Who on? What for?”

“On everyone! And for fun. But, first, let’s start with Sam and Bucky,” you gave a mischievous grin.

“Okay...why them in particular?” he asked.

“They’re always making comments about us being a couple and I’m sick of it,” you answered.

“Well, in that case, of course we’ll start with them. Do you have any ideas of what we could do?”

“Oh, I have a few...”

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That night you and Peter snuck into Bucky’s room. You kept as silent as possible, scared he would wake up at the sound of you breathing.

Neither of you talked but instead mimed in case he woke up. You noticed that Peter had his phone out and was filming your prank.

Great, you thought. This is going to be hilarious to rewatch over and over again.

In your hand you carried a pair of sharp, metal scissors; the plan was to cut Bucky’s hair. You moved closer to him as he slept, being careful not to touch the mattress or his face as you lifted some of his hair up.

As you began to snip the hair away, a snigger was heard from behind you. Lightly, you hit peter on the arm and motioned for him to be quiet.

You carried on cutting Bucky’s hair in a most gentle fashion, being extra careful. Occasionally he would breath more heavily than usual and you’d sit back for a second but he never did wake up.

After you’d finished cutting the left side of his head you wondered how you’d cut the other side - which he was lying on; you hadn’t thought this all the way through. But then, you thought, it would be funnier for him to wake up and have half of his hair long and the other half short.

You and Peter then left Bucky’s room quietly and made your way to Sam’s room. Luckily, Sam was a heavy sleeper so you didn’t have to be as cautious as you were with Bucky.

“You film this,” Peter insisted, passing you his phone.

This time, your plan was to stick a fake goatee and fake bushy eyebrows onto Sam with super glue.

“This is gonna be hilarious. He’s gonna freak out!” Peter exclaimed, giggling.

He began to squirt the super glue into the fake eyebrows and sticking them onto Sam. Afterwards he stuck on the goatee. After he was finished, the two of you had a laughing fit - trying not to be too loud or else you might wake him.

“Alright, let’s go prank the others.”

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“BUCKY FUCKING BARNES!” came a booming voice through the compound.

Oh shit, you thought. Now is the time when everyone will discover they’ve been pranked.

You and Peter were sat in the lounge room when Sam burst in; fake eyebrows and goatee standing out from a mile away.

“Have you seen that mother fucker?” Sam sternly asked.

You and Peter couldn’t help yourselves but burst out laughing. Sam’s face got madder and madder.

“Don’t you laugh at me, kids, this stick on shit won’t come off! Now, where is he?” he demanded.

You shrugged your shoulders and seconds later Steve walked in. His shirt fitted tight against him but with two holes cut into them where his nipples were. Again, you and Peter couldn’t control your laughter.

“Hey, Sam could you keep it down a bi-oh my god what happened to you?” he chuckled.

“Me? What about you and your moobs?!” Sam argued.

Steve squinted his eyes in confusion. “My wh-” he looked down. “Hey, who ruined my shirt?! This was my favourite one...and I don’t have moobs!”

“It was Bucky, that’s what he did to me with this shit!” Sam grumbled, pointing to his face.

“Well, that explains a lot,” Steve laughed. “I was beginning to think you used some kind of weird product to help you grow hair...”

Moments later, Natasha strutted into the room with a full head of bright green hair. Everyone burst out laughing until she gave you all death stares.

“Alright, which one of you morons did this, hmm?” she interrogated, the look of murder in her eyes.

“We think that Bucky did it,” Steve answered.

“He is dead meat when I get my hands on him,” Natasha grumbled.

“Help!” came a voice from down the hall. You all peeped your heads round the corner to find a flustered Thor. “Someone has stolen my eye!”

“You’re what?” Sam asked.

“My eye!” came the God of Thunder. “You know, my fake one! I don’t want to go back to wearing an eyepatch.”

“Bucky probably stole it. He’s pranked all of us” Natasha stated.

“What?! Oh, just you wait. I will steal his metal arm and see how he likes it!”

“Hey, you guys,” a voice was heard from the other end of the corridor. As you turned, you saw Bucky walking down, rubbing his hands over his eyes, with a ridiculously hilarious hairstyle. “Could you keep it down? Some of us want a bit of peace and qu-”

“Get him!” Same shouted and tackled him to the ground. “You think it’s funny to glue fake hair onto people’s faces? Well think again, Barnes. I’m gonna make you wish your sorry ass was never-”

“Sam, wait,” Steve stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Look at Bucky’s hair. He’s been pranked too.”

“Oh god damn,” Sam sighed, getting off Bucky. “One of these days, Barnes, you watch. I’ll have an excuse to beat the crap out of you.”

“Jesus Christ, what’s going on?” Bucky shouted.

“Someone has been playing pranks on us,” Natasha told him.

“Wait, Steve, what did you say about my hair?” Bucky found the closest mirror. “Oh, my hair!” he exclaimed and looked like he was about to cry. “Who did this?”

You and Peter exchanged a look as if to say ‘oh shit’.

“Well, to me, it looks like the work of the kids,” Tony Stark’s voice was heard from behind you.

“W-whaaaaat? No way! It wasn’t us, right Peter?” you rambled.

“Y-yeah. Totally not us,” Peter agreed.

“It so obviously was, you can stop your lying,” Tony laughed.

“Oh, it was you guys, huh? Well I guess that’s just a bit of teenage fun, right?” Steve smiled.

Thor laughed along with him, “yes, I suppose so. They were very funny pranks.” He patted you both on the back. “I suppose all will be forgiven if you two would be so kind as to give me my eye back...”

“Of course, Mr Thunder,” Peter smiled, talking the eye out of his pocket.

“Hmm, now that I know it was you two I can see that it was a pretty funny prank. Nice work, kids,” Sam, surprisingly, said.

“You better not speak of my hair to anyone. Or else,” Natasha warned.

“Oh, don’t worry, Natasha, we won’t,” you laughed.

Bucky was still looking, depressingly, at his hair in the mirror.

“Buck, do you forgive Y/N and Peter?” Steve asked him.

“...yeah I do,” he murmured, sadly.

“Nice job, kids,” Tony praised. “And thanks for not pranking me. This is why you two are my favourites on the team.”

“You’re welcome, Tony,” you laughed. “But watch out in future...” you and Peter gave each other a mischievous look. “You might be next.”

[theundercovermarvelfan]

(Trying to get back in to writing by catching up with the Whumptober Challenge for @whumptober2019!)

Day Twenty-Three - Bleeding Out

Phil wrenched the door open, searching the darkness beyond desperately. Just a moment later two figures came limping out of the night and Phil quickly moved out of the way to let them through. He shut the door and secured the locks before turning to his agents. 

“What’ve we got?” Phil demanded as he hurried over to them. 

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” Clint gasped. “She’s fading, we have to do something now.”

Clint had one of Natasha’s arms thrown over his shoulders, but she wasn’t helping at all with making their way across the safehouse. Phil rushed passed them to Natasha’s cot, ripping the blankets and pillows off of it and tossing them thoughtlessly to the floor. Clint threaded his free arm under Natasha’s knees and scooped her up so that he could place her on the cleared cot. 

Phil got his first real look at Natasha, and it was so horrifying that Phil’s knees suddenly felt weak. She was pale as a sheet, her breaths fast and shallow and her eyes half open but unfocused. Clint had wrapped a makeshift bandage -- at a glance Phil could see that it was Clint’s sleeve -- around Natasha’s shoulder and upper chest on her left side.

The worst was the blood. The blood that soaked Natasha’s shoulder, that dripped down her side that coated her left arm and hand. And it didn’t stop there. Clint’s hands were saturated, blood also coating his side. 

“It’s not mine,” Clint said breathlessly, reading Phil’s mind. His eyes were wide, panic brewing within them. “It’s… it’s all hers.” 

“Shit,” Phil hissed. 

Then he snapped into action. Phil hurried over to the table where he had left the med kit he had pulled out when Clint had called to tell him that Natasha had been shot. Clint had dragged over a side table next to Natasha’s cot for Phil to dump out the supplies. As Clint untied his makeshift bandage Phil sorted out the supplies that he needed. Phil grabbed a pair of scissors and quickly cut away Natasha’s shirt around the wound. Then he went to work quickly and firmly packing the wound with bandages. 

“Is that gonna be enough?” Clint asked anxiously. 

Phil sighed heavily as he carefully assessed the situation. Natasha had lost an extremely dangerous amount of blood and they still had several hours until the med evac that Phil had called got to them. 

“She needs a blood transfusion in order to have a chance,” Phil admitted. He looked at Clint. The mission obviously hadn’t been easy on him either. Bruises were starting to color his skin, he was pale and still a little short of breath. He hated that this was their only option. “I’m not a match for her, but your blood type is O-negative, which is the universal donor.”

Clint was already rolling up his sleeve. “Let’s do this.” 

“Go grab a stool,” Phil instructed as he sorted through his medical supplies again. It had been a long time since he had been told how to do this… but he was pretty sure it would work. 

Phil grabbed some IV tubing, two catheter needles and medical tape. He worked quickly as he attached one of the IV catheters to one end of the tubing and then cut the other end of the tube that was normally meant to attached to the IV bag. Then he carefully taped the other IV catheter to the other end, making sure it was sealed. 

“Put that there and sit,” Phil said quickly as Clint reappeared with the stool. Clint immediately did as he was told. Phil grabbed an antiseptic wipe in order to clean Clint’s arm. He found a vein in the crook of Clint’s arm and placed one end of the IV. He allowed the tube to fill with Clint’s blood before he placed the other end into Natasha’s arm. Phil sighed. “You have to stay on that stool so the blood runs down the tube. You can flex your hand to help with the flow.”

Clint nodded vaguely, opening and shutting his hand at even intervals. 

Phil shifted his focus back to Natasha for a minute. He checked her pulse. It was weak and thready, but it was there. Her breathing was still fast and shallow, hitching every couple breaths, but at least she was still breathing. 

He sighed heavily as he sat back. He had done all he could for Natasha for the moment. It was time to change focus again. He looked up at Clint, who was blinking heavily and swaying a bit on the stool. The adrenaline had apparently worn off and it looked like shock was starting to set in. 

Phil pushed himself up and headed across the safehouse. He grabbed a hand towel, filled a pot with warm water and then poured a glass of orange juice. He tossed the towel of his shoulder, grabbed the pot and the glass and then went back to his agents. 

“Here,” Phil said gently, handing the glass of juice to Clint. “Sip on that.”

“I’m not thirsty,” Clint said, his voice hoarse.

“You need to keep your sugar up in order to give as much blood as Natasha needs,” Phil told him rationally. That got Clint to take the glass, mechanically bringing it to his lips. Phil took that as a win for now. “I’m going to clean you up a bit, okay?”

Clint nodded, though he didn’t look at Phil. In fact, he wasn’t looking at Natasha ever, but rather was staring out to the middle distance. Phil could only deal with one thing at a time though. For now, he wet the towel in the pan of water and then set to work washing Natasha’s blood off of Clint’s hands and arms the best that he could.

“You okay, Clint?” Phil asked into the awkward silence as he finished up. When there was no response, Phil looked over at Clint in concern. He had only drunk a little of the juice and was still staring off blankly. Phil felt a spike of fear, wondering if he had missed an injury. “Clint?”

“It was my fault,” Clint said quietly. “If I had been faster she wouldn’t have--”

“No,” Phil cut him off firmly. “No, don’t do that to yourself, kid. This kind of shit happens in our line of work, you know than and Natasha knows that too. What matters is you got her back here and we’re doing everything we can to keep her going until the med team gets here.” Clint swallowed thickly and gave a small, unconvincing nod. Phil reached over a put a hand on Clint’s shoulder, drawing his attention. “Drink your juice, kid. It’s going to be okay.”

Clint lifted the glass again and took another sip. 

Phil went to grab another stool to bring over so that he could take a seat next to Clint. He felt bad, the kid looked exhausted, but there weren’t any chairs that were tall enough to keep Clint above Natasha. Phil coaxed Clint into finishing the glass of juice and then allowed Clint to lean against him heavily. 

Phil checked his watch. A half hour after he had started the transfusion, Phil shifted in order to stop it, knowing that Clint had likely transfused almost three pints at that point, which should be enough to keep Natasha stable until the team arrived and was also pushing how much Clint could safely give.  

The movement caused Clint to stir from where he had begun to doze with his head on Phil’s shoulder. 

“I can give more,” Clint mumbled as Phil began to detach the transfusion. 

“You gave plenty,” Phil assured him. “I need you to drink some more juice and then I need you to get some rest.”

“She’ll be okay?” Clint asked, blinking blearily down at Natasha’s still form. 

“Yes, she’s going to be okay,” Phil said firmly. “She’s going to be okay because of you. You did good, Clint.”

A ghost of a smile crossed Clint’s lips. Phil helped him over to his own cot, keeping him up long enough to drink another generous glass of orange before he allowed him to drift off to sleep. 

When the med team finally arrive, they found both of Phil’s agents resting comfortably, Clint sleeping soundly and Natasha still hanging on. 

“Your first aid skills are impressive, Agent Coulson,” one of the medics said as they carried Natasha out on a stretcher. “You know, we could use you in our department.” 

Phil smiled and shook his head. “No thanks. I’m right where I need to be.”

[iamnotbrianmay]

hey ho (here he goes)

Hey boys! So i have this short fic i am currently working on and I wanted to share it with you! Hope you enjoy! 

Brian has never in his life thought about murdering someone.

Not when Freddie had sold off half of his closet to buy himself a new pair of shoes. Not when Roger dumped a pot of coffee on his notebook, halfway through revision for his semester exam. Not when John had drunkenly thrown up in his room and then decided to let him perish from the smell.

But everyone is bound to break eventually, and it's no surprise that the first person Brian May wants to murder is an underaged child.

The gremlin in question is currently sat crying at the other end of the sofa, scissors in one hand and half of Brian's hair in the other. The guitarist has a hand hovering over his head. Close to the place his locks used to be. Space which is now empty.

He hasn't had the time to check at himself in the mirror, but he knows it's terrible by the sheer amount of hair, and the worrying amount of length, his little cousin is holding in her pudgy fists. He stares at her horrified, as she weeps her heart out, wailing about how she didn't know that snipping his hair with scissors would make it shorter.

His heart aches for the little runt. Yearning to hold her close and tell her that everything is going to be alright. It's just hair, nothing they can't fix. But his brain is going at a hundred miles per hour screaming about how his head feels wrong, wrong, wrong and it's only when he runs his fingers through his hair, and he feels how extremely short it is, that Brian's reality comes crashing down on him.

He bolts out of the living room and into the closest bathroom. His family members scream after him, worried about the fact that their boy just ran past them, shoving every person aside. He bursts into the bathroom and stares at himself in the mirror, doing his best not to cry. He is a twenty-eight-year-old man, in a rock band, with a best selling album which has been topping the charts for almost three weeks now. He can't start crying because of a hair cut.

But oh god, is short an understatement.

It's curling around his face in an unruly fashion, framing his face like a fucking cloud, and making him look ridiculous. One half of his hair is long a pretty, the other half looks like Brian's worst nightmare.

His mom bursts into the bathroom then, worried and with her hands covered in onion and mince. And as she sees her son, she lets out a soft gasp and covers her mouth, "Oh no, Brian, baby, what happened to you?"

Twenty-eight years of experience and hardships are not enough to keep him from bursting into tears the second after the words leave his mother's mouth. To Hell with it, he thinks, rockstars can also cry.

His appointment at the hair saloon went as incredible as anyone could have expected. Meaning it went like shit. Not only was his usual hairstylist, Gema, away for the holidays, but he also had to endure MTVs top fifty songs of the past ten years. List which contained an ungodly amount of Queen songs. Usually he would have been thrilled at the prospect, but at the moment it seemed like the world was laughing at his face as the video for Killer Queen (and his beautiful hair) was shown in the large television on the wall.

They tried to salvage as much of his hair as they could, which wasn't much, and sent him home with a bag of chemicals meant to help with the growth of his hair.

Everything felt so wrong now that he didn't have his hair. His neck had become so extremely sensitive to temperature, and he felt so naked with his ears out in the open. The one good thing about the whole ordeal was that absolutely nobody stopped Brian on his way home. Something that hadn't happened to him since before the release of A Night at the Opera.

The threw open the door to his house, glad to be happy for the first time that day, and rushed to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, hand coming to tug at his now criminally short curls. God knows how long he stayed like that. Mouth agape, eyes wide, and hands running through his locks, tugging at them every so often.

Brian was so distracted by the turn of events he completely missed the sounds of his door unlocking and bickering. Everything seemed a thousand miles away, and he was only brought out by the sound of glass smashing. He turned around and stared at the offender, only to find his three best friends looking at him with wide eyes. Shards of the broken glass had flown everywhere, and by the position of Freddie's arm he could guess who had been holding it.

Brian thanked the gods for the fact that he had decided to wear a hoodie, and quickly scrambled to cover his hair, even if he knew it was of no use. They had seen it. They had seen what had happened and probably were thinking about how horrible he looked now. He looked like a little boy. Like one of those old pictures his father had of him scattered all over the living room. He must have looked like he had when Roger had first joined Smile, all afro and lack of confidence.  

Oh god, he had returned to being a teenager, hadn't he?

The first one to snap out of it is Freddie, he takes a step forward, mindful of the glass, and reaches out to Brian, "Oh darling, it looks amazing."

Brian nearly punches Freddie, "Of course it doesn't look amazing! It looks like shit! I look like shit. I want my hair back."

Yeah, he definetly is throwing a tantrum. John's expression softens, and just like Freddie he takes a step forward, "What are you talking about? You look cute, Bri. I promise."

"It was really brave of you to change your hairstyle after all this time."

"Not brave," Brian mumbles, tugging his hoddie even lower. "I didn't want to change it."

"What was that, darling?" Freddie asks, "I couldn't hear you."

"I wasn't the one that cut my hair," Brian repeats himself, then launches into his story about how his cousin had been playing with his hair. How she had been braiding it and 'making him pretty' and then how she had cut a chunk of it out. Nothing he could do about it, not a choice he made. Freddie and John looked like they were seconds away from wrapping Brian in a gigantic blanket and helping him plan his cousin's murder. Roger on the other hand was still staring at him dumbfounded.

Was it really that bad? Had his cousin messed up so badly that now Roger, person who Brian had slowly but surely tried to woo, thought he looked hideous. He buried his head in his hands, no longer wanting to see the incredulous expressions on his friends' faces, or Roger's disgust. Because, of course, Brian May hardly ever did something half assed. If he was going to look ugly, he might as well look ugly enough for Roger to realise that Brian wasn't worth his time.

John and Freddie grabbed Brian and lead him out of the bathroom, making him sit down in the living room and bringing over a glass of water while the guitarist wallowed in hate and pity. He watched as they fussed around the house, bringing him blankets, food, his laptop and some crappy movies. Everything to make him feel alright. But nothing was working. Not really.

All he could see were Roger's eyes, and imagine as his best friend took him to a restaurant and very gently let him down. "I'm sorry Brian. I know we have been flirting for a few months, and I know that we had even considered becoming something but I don't think we can do this anymore."

That was his inevitable fate, wasn't it? He was going to lose everything he had worked so hard to get because of a fucking haircut, and dear lord he might actually go insane if that does happen. He is so lost in thought he doesn't notice the small fight John, Freddie, and Roger have, or when the brunettes leave, he only gets pulled out of his head when Brian feels a callused hand touching his cheek, and when he looks up, he is met with two beautiful baby blue eyes. They look large and bright eyelashes framing them. He trails his eyes over Roger's features, his button nose, his lovely lips, and finally his beautiful, long, blonde hair.

Roger is so unfairly pretty that it felt like someone had punched the air out of him every time he gets to look at the blonde.

"Hey," Roger pressed their foreheads together, "you got lost in your head again."

Brian swallowed, "Sorry."

"Don't be," the blond answered, "what happened to you must have felt horrible." Brian nodded, making his nose bump Roger's. The younger boy giggled, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about," Brian shrugged, "I just guess I'll have to deal with looking like this until it grows back."

"I think it's cute."

"Roger."

"I mean it!"

"I look like—" he stopped himself, unsure of what he looked like exactly, "I look horrible."

"No you don't." The blonde insists, "You look like you did when we first met."

"That's why."

There is a second of silence in which Roger is looking at him like he can't quite understand what Brian is saying. Then he pulls away. He feels Roger shift until the younger boy is basically straddling him, then he feels Roger's hands on his cheeks again, "Brian May, are you telling me that you believe you are not the prettiest person alive?"

Brian made a face, "What kind of question is that? Of course I don't think I'm the prettiest person alive."

"Well, that has to change."

Brian can't help but feel like he is a teenager all over again with Roger in his lap. They are both pouting and being silly. Two internationally recognised rock stars, on the couch, acting like love struck teenagers. He feels Roger's finger slide from his cheeks to the nape of his neck and Brian has to suppress a shiver.

"Can I take this off?"

Brian stares at the drummer for a few seconds, trying to find the tiniest amount of mischief in his eyes. Trying to see if Roger would laugh as soon as the hood was out of the way. But the blonde was looking at Brian as if he had hung the moon and the stars. As if he is the prettiest creature on earth. The guitarist nods hesitantly.

He feels the soft fabric of his hood uncover his face. Feels the air of the room hit the back of his neck. And sees as Roger lets out a sigh at the sight of Brian's curly hair, "Beautiful."

Maybe Brian's disbelief shines in his eyes.

"You are beautiful, baby." He presses their foreheads together again, "Absolutely stunning."

The kiss is unexpected, but most certainly not unwelcome. Brian is frozen for a couple of seconds before he lets himself be kissed.

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Official Artwork for this fic is this lovely piece made by my girl rose ( @riveter-rose), go give her some love! 

[ooops-i-arted]

15 Day SWTOR OC Challenge

15. Free day. Anything you’d like to talk about that wasn’t covered goes here. Fun facts? Not-fun facts? Go wild. I don’t own you.

A bunch of random tidbits about my OCs??  Don’t mind if I do!

Avei

Avei is right-handed but can use her left hand well enough in most situations to be somewhat ambidextrous.

She makes many jokes about how good she is with her hands.

She smol, about 5′2″.

After Corso gave her Flashy and Sparkles she uses them exclusively.  She always wanted cool modded blasters but could never afford them, so she treasures her pair and keeps them in top condition.

Avei loves to tinker with stuff and does it to calm down or soothe herself.  She feels the same about ship maintenance and if she’s stressed will just open a random panel and tune up everything inside.

Her favorite place in her ship is the cockpit.  She loves to sit and just watch the stars.

She got her fancy blue dress one night when Avei went home with a Coruscant socialite for fun times, her dad came home early, and Avei grabbed the wrong set of clothes on her way out the back door.

When Avei was about eight, an Organa noble’s kid snuck on board Atr’ii’s ship.  He wasn’t very useful - more enamored with the ~glamour~ of a rogue’s life than any of the reality - but he was a convenient babysitter for Avei so Atr’ii let him stick around for a few weeks.  He would teach Avei all sorts of fancy noble mannerly things to entertain her and she went through a princess phase for a while.  As an adult she finds it useful when she does a job smuggling for a more white collar client.

She also went through a Jedi phase as a kid.  When she met Skye she was immediately excited to have a cool Jedi friend.  (Skye took a while to warm up.)

Avei can be charming and suave for short periods of time but if you get to know her at all the fact that she’s huge dork is revealed.

She loves puns.  The worse, the better.

Her idea of seducing her husband is “Hey farmboy, let me ride your tractor, I can drive stick hurr hurr”

Avei thinks hair is weird af.  Obviously she’s used to being around humans and everything, but it’s still weird to her.  If drunk enough she will play with people’s hair.

She will dance sober but dance even more enthusiastically if drunk.  She will only sing when drunk, and when she does it is loud and terrible.

Avei’s favorite song is the Star Wars equivalent of Uptown Funk.

If you make slave girl or dancer comments to her face, she will shoot you, most likely in the junk.

She hates the Hutts and the Cartel because of their enslavement of her people.  When she needs a girl’s night, she, Risha, Akaavi, and sometimes Skye will go rob some Hutt business or another.

She is not an animal person.  At all.  She was incredibly salty about Risha putting the shanjaru on her ship.

There are NPC lines about statues being built of your PC.  At least one of Avei gets built.  Avei has a holo of her touching her own butt.  She then made Corso pose for a holo of him touching her butt.  They are framed and displayed in their house.  Avei is very proud of them.

Kiva refuses to bring her first girlfriend home because of them.  Corso ensures the holodisplay is mysteriously not working when needed for her sake.

Avei suspects she knows why the holodisplay keeps mysteriously going out but she likes tinkering with stuff too much to really complain.  Also she makes the picture bigger each time.

She prefers fruity sweets over chocolate.  Her favorite is a specific brand of sugared shuura fruit imported from Naboo.

Illivrin

Illivrin, being raised in a poor subsistence farming community and then being a slave, has a very low-grade education.  In American terms, she probably wouldn’t have even graduated high school.

She has poor reading and writing skills.  She struggles to read at more than a slow pace, and her handwriting is rough chicken scratches.  She completes everything she can digitally.

This is how Sali’ra manages to turn Illivrin’s base against her; Illivrin gives Sali’ra more and more paperwork over the years so Sali’ra gets more and more intel and can start manipulating Illivrin’s underlings accordingly right under her nose.

Also due to this she will eat anything.  If she gets it and it looks vaguely edible and she’s sure it’s not poisoned, she will eat it.  Her diet is terrible.

She is extremely paranoid about poison being hidden in richly flavored dishes, and avoids fancy foods.  Her diet mainly consists of ration bars, some vegetables, and crappy roasted meat.

Illivrin is right handed.

Like Avei, she pretty smol.  About 5′5″.

She is incredibly strong in the Force.  The Anakin Skywalker of her day.  I don’t give a rat’s ass what KotFE canon says about Vaylin.

She is hardcore introverted, and is honestly happiest wandering in the depths of a Sith tomb alone or with just Khem, looking at weird artifacts.

Unlike Bioware I did not forget about the Silencer.  Illivrin will take any excuse to whip it out and point it at an enemy.  It’s like Life Day for her.

She isn’t a fan of music, and prefers quieter recordings of obscure classics from Imperial and Sith cultures if she does have to listen to something.  Generally things that sound like quiet wailing to the untrained ear.

She doesn’t like to wear things heavier than a scarf on her face or neck because it reminds her of her slave collar.  She still treasures the Mask of Kallig, but it’s the only exception.

For this reason she keeps her hair short until she is exiled, when she doesn’t have a way to cut it regularly.

She didn’t trust anyone with scissors near her neck and had a barber droid, which she mindwipes regularly to avoid tampering.

She kept bangs grown out on one side because she is self-conscious of the burn scar on her face.

Illivrin’s Force powers manifested while she was a slave in the form of a Muggle Repellent charm-type thing.  Any slave overseer getting ideas about the nearest female slave got hit with a massive, uncontrolled “STAY TF AWAY” wave from her through the Force; all they knew was that they suddenly got a horrible headache.

Because of her days as a slave, Illivrin enjoys killing slave owners and...the slaves.

She kills the owner first in a horrible, horrible painful way ofc.

But then because her mindset is “I would rather die than be a slave again” she kills the slaves too, because slavery is a fate worse than death and as far as she’s concerned, she’s saving them.  The slaves do not see it this way.

Illivrin’s final end is when Kiva reverses the binding rituals, frees the Sith ghosts Illivrin bound, and in turn binds Illivrin to an eternal prison in a tomb on Yavin 4.  She is trapped there, separated from Khem Val, the only person she ever cared about, for all eternity.

It is a deeply beloved and self-indulgent headcanon of mine that at some point Anakin Skywalker finds her prison tomb thing and she fries his bitch ass.

[bbwoulfc]

Instincts Sucks - Ch. 4

A/N:  I'm going to add a WARNING to this chapter. There is unwanted touching and what can easily be considered sexual assault occur in this chapter. It's nothing extreme like I've seen in some fics, but I wanted to offer a warning before those who read this fic. I don't know what triggers people now a days, so I want to cover my steps.

After three days of enduring the most tension building experience of his first rut, Adrien was finally glad to have the experience officially over.

To say he wasn’t appreciative of the amount of care that his parents gave him would be a lie.  He greatly appreciated all the work and effort that his parents, Nathalie, and Arthur did for him.  It was because of them that his first rut went off well enough to have survived it.  Though that issue with feeling relief became an issue, it was miracle that he managed to receive it after many failed trails within the first two days.

However, even though things went as smooth as they could have gone, only one thing still penetrated his mind.  

THOSE. DAMN. MARINETTE PHOTOS.

Even after a day Adrien couldn’t get those images out of his mind.  Those legs, that body, that sexy gleam in her eyes.  He wanted to know how they convinced Marinette to partake in doing those photos in the first place.  

Did she want to take those photos?  

Did she want to do those photos because she wanted him to see a side of her?

She had to have love him enough if she agreed to doing the photos, right?  The thoughts continued to swim through his head as he continued to replay the entire magazine images.  Gods, he’d do anything to have the chance to see Marinette in those outfits in person.  Then another thought came to play.   ‘How the hell am I going to face Marinette in a fews hours?!’

That simple thought halted him dead in his tracks.  In just a few hours, Marinette and all his other friends and fellow co-workers would be arriving to the mansion for his eighteenth birthday bash.  

Other than your typical sweet sixteen birthday, your eighteenth birthday was the greatest moment to experience.  It was the marking of your maturity, the beginnings of reaching your full presentation stage.  The time where you can officially marry and live with your mate.  A huge milestone in a person’s life.

A moment that Adrien knew his parents were extremely proud of and excited to see their son begin the new chapter in his life.  And one that he gets to share with his closests friends, aside from others due to his current employment.  The best part about this large gathering is the change to spend it with his wonderful omega.

Looking around his bedroom, Adrien notices some disorganized messes scattered around the large space.  His movie collection thrown about with movie cases scattered lazedly about along the tv stand and shelves, his bed undone from being transported to the heat room during his rut, and clothes scattered along the floor.  Noticing the mess, Adrien hums in thought as he thinks and considers that he shouldn’t have thrown his clothes lazedly in the room and actually walked to his dirty clothes hamper.

Seeing the mess put a small hint of red on his cheeks at the embarrassment of his own unorganized self.  That alone pushed further thoughts about others seeing his room like this.  One in particular.   ‘What if Marinette wanted to come up here?!’

What if he and Marinette wanted to kiss?  

Adrien slapped a hand over his eyes, groaning at the thought.  Could you blame the young man?  The thought of Marinette and him sharing a kiss was wonderful.  If he had to wish for one thing to come true for his eighteenth birthday, it would have to be the chance to have his first kiss with his beautiful omega, Marinette.  Call him crazy, but nothing would be more perfect than that.  

And if that moment were to arise, knowing Marinette as well as he did, she would want a nice, quiet place to share a loving moment.  

Sliding his hand down his face, Adrien glanced around his room again and calculated.  There was still five hours before his party and his parents, along with the staff of the house, were busy decorating and handling all the catering.  Plenty of time to clean his room and reorganize.  

He had a lady to impress.  That gave him at least three hours to make sure his room was clean and at least two hours to get ready and prepare for his party.  He’s got this.  He can totally do this.

Peeking glances around his room he knows he’s got his work cut out for him.  The things he does for his lady.

                                                     ******

Across a few arrondissements, at the Tom and Sabine boulangerie, Marinette is sitting along her chaise with discarded fabrics, scissors, assortments of beads and other fabric decorative items scattered around her.  Assortments along her chaise and scattered on her bedroom floor, it was clear that Marinette was in her prime and space of fashion.  And she had a goal of finishing her last minute design for a special occasion.

Since the past three days after Adrien’s unfortunate, unexpected approaching rut cycle, Marinette planned a special outfit for her alpha.  A tingle circulated through her body at the thought of calling Adrien her alpha.  Though it was fairly new of her to take such action, something inside of her was convinced that if Adrien was going to refer her as his omega, then why not refer him as her alpha.  And if she were being completely honest with herself, it felt magnificent calling Adrien hers.

After being asked to participate in a private photoshoot to model and dress in Agreste clothing for Adrien’s benefit, Mme. Agreste offered Marinette a shirt design that was to be released in their next catalog.  She was ecstatic to say the least when she was gifted with this item, but it offered Marinette design inspiration to create a full outfit with the new shirt given to her.  And once she received a text from the Agreste about Adrien’s party being held Saturday, it offered Marinette a perfect opportunity to show off and impress her alpha.

With Adrien’s party being today, she couldn’t wait to prepare and dress in the outfit she had been planning since receiving the text.  And even though she and Adrien never planned on showing much affection other than the typical cuddling and contact of touch, a big part of her was feeling that he wanted a little more just like her.

Ever since he kissed her, well, on the corner of her lips and cheek, she’s never wanted anything more than to fully kiss the young man fully on the lips.  With it being Adrien’s eighteenth birthday today, a large part of her wants to give him a special gift of giving them their first kiss.  And if she truly thought about it, Alya and Nino were right.  Her and Adrien shouldn’t wait and rely until they were both eighteen and rely on the possibility of the 'destined' mate.  If they were able to be happy without even knowing now, they’ll still be happy even after knowing then.

Hopefully, those photoshoot images was enough to give Adrien the hint that she was there for him whether she was in person or not.

Stitching the last glitter disc shape piece on the lining of her red stain jean shorts, Marinette finally completed her outfit for Adrien’s birthday bash.  With two hours to spare it was time for her to get ready and dressed for the party.

Standing from her chaise, Marinette gathered all the mess of scattered fabric supplies and cleaned up.  Placing leftover fabric and other small pieces from being cut into her basket of fabrics, organizing accordingly so the leftover cut strips of fabric didn’t mix with the unused fabrics.  Securing all her sewing utensils into her sewing box, Marinette set her finished product on her chaise.

Heading to the closet, Marinette retrieved her new shirt gifted to her by Mme. Agreste and brought it to her chaise to set beside her red jean shorts.  Bending down, she reached under her chaise and grabbed her black converse shoes to wear with the outfit.  Satisfied, Marinette grabbed a towel and headed to her bathroom to get ready for Adrien’s birthday.

                                             ******

Stepping out of her bathroom forty minutes later, wrapped in a fluff pink towel, she strolls to one of her drawers and picks out a lovely black lace bra and panties.  Sure she thinks it might be unnecessary, it always felt pleasant to feel sexy.  That, and she wants to use it as a confidence builder when she arrives at the party and interact with her awaited alpha.

Dropping the towel, Marinette put on her black lace bra and panties; feeling the comfort of the lce and soft fabric hug her body.  Strolling back towards her chaise, Marinette reached for the red shorts and pulled them along her legs and secured the button closed.  Glancing in her mirror, she smiled at the glimmer and reflective surface of the red bedding shining from the light of the window and room lamp.  Turning back to her chaise, she reached for her new shirt and threw over her head and slid her arms through the sleeves and spun back around to look in the mirror.  

Her smile grew as she looked at the outfit.  The shirt gifted to her was a light grey hue in color that ran from her sleeves and down towards the bottom hem of her shirt, though gradually fading in gradients along the way down.  In the front of her shirt, a light sepia, mixed with gradients of red and pink, was an image of the Eiffel Tower stood near the left side with some Parisian buildings running across the other side, the Champs Elysees taking place in the background behind some of the buildings.  In the bottom right corner was a small image of red heeled, styled shoes and a pair or pink rings.  The center of the shirt with perfect cursive text that said Paris, France.  Finished with black and white zebra patterns blended towards the bottom to the end of the shirt.

In all, the shirt and shorts fit perfectly against the curves of her body.  She couldn’t feel more proud of her comforting attire.  And she couldn’t wait for Adrien to see her show up and admire the design.  Even though the shirt wasn’t hers, the rest was created by her and designed to match along the Agreste original.

Turning to look at her cat, Tikki, lying in one of her cat hammy, the blue-eyed calico watched in comfort as her owner prepared for her mate’s party.

“What do you think, Tikki?  Does it look good to you?” Marinette asked her calico.

Lifting her head, Tikki gave a pleasant and agreeable response, a smile running along her muzzle; tail swaying side to side in happiness and content.

Moving away from the stand alone mirror, Marinette heads to her vanity and reaches for her hairbrush to begin styling her hair.  Looking into the smaller mirror of her vanity, she gazes at her raven hair and decides on a hairstyle.  Her hair grown out through the previous years, passing a little further from her shoulder, almost reaching mid shoulder blade.

Brushing her hair straight, Marinette grabs the top half of her hair and ties it up in a small ponytail.  The tail end resting and nearly blending with the lower half of her hair.  Grabbing her flat iron, Marinette curled the ends of her hair until they flipped up, the different layers flipping in different lengths to offer volume.  Then finally, she styled her bangs to one side, using hairspray to hold everything together.

Applying a light touch of blush, soft rose eyeshadow, and clear glitter lip gloss, Marinette was finished and ready for Adrien’s party.

Heading back to her chaise, Marinette placed a pair of grey socks and her black converse shoes on.  Tying the laces, Marinette jumped up, giving a twirl in excitement, and headed to her desk to retrieve her gift for Adrien.  Giving Tikki a pet goodbye, she headed downstairs and down to the bakery where her parents were finishing the last touches of Adrien’s birthday cake.

Once the decision was announced that Adrien’s birthday bash was scheduled for today, Gabriel and Emilie called Tom and Sabine about making a five layered cake for Adrien.  The Dupain-Cheng’s happily accepted, agreeing to make other treats for other party goers.  Besides, Tom and Sabine would take any opportunity to make something for their future son-in-law.  It was pretty clear to both set of parents that their children were bonded to the end.

Finished with the cake, Marinette helped her parents with the pastry, holding the large box as her parents picked up the five layered creation and set in carefully inside the box.  Securing it closed and tapping the ends shut, Sabine and Tom removed their aprons, both already dressed in nicer clothing for the party.  Hanging up the aprons, the family of three locked up the bakery and exited through the back of the bakery’s kitchen the family’s car, a silver Peugeot.  Placing the cake in the back of the trunk of their car, all three enter the car and drive off towards the Agreste home.

                                                ******

Back at the Agreste Mansion.

Adrien was standing in front of his large bathroom mirror, finishing the last minute touches before heading down to his party.  Grooming his hair and styling it in his familiar, but the sides combed back more, and his bangs flipped and flowing closer.  Shaving and trimming his jaw line, leaving a small stubble of blond facial hair.  Though it’s not thick and still early in the growth process, Adrien couldn’t help but leave the new development of his growth.  If he’s lucky, maybe Marinette would find it attractive.

Shaved, hair styled to his liking; Adrien takes a few steps back to get a better look of himself in the mirror.  Standing tall, Adrien wore a green t-shirt, similar to the color of his eyes, with three gold stripes running across his chest.  A thin black jacket over top his shirt with neon green trimming and interior, smokey grey fitted jeans, and green converse with his parent’s logo on the sides.  And finally, Marinette’s lucky charm bracelet on his left wrist.

Hearing the doorbell of the mansion ring, all the guest begin arriving signaling Adrien to head down stairs.  Grabbing his phone from his desk, he places the phone in his back jean pocket and turns to his bed where Plagg is lying and staring at him.  Adrien stares back at the cat with a warning glare.

Pointing a finger at his cat, “Don’t get into anything, Plagg.”

Plagg raises a brow, questioning the boy before laying his head down on the bed.  A huff escaping the cat as he flicks his tail.

Adrien closes the door and mutters, “Damn cat.”  

Heading down the hallways and main stairway, Adrien comes into view of the entire entry way and side rooms where classmates and fellow models from his job begin crowding and filing in.  Reaching the bottom of the steps, Adrien begins greeting everyone who’s arrived.

All greeting Adrien in return, Kim gives a playful punch into his shoulder, giving him a side hug afterwards.  

Max coming up next to pat Adrien on shoulder, wishing him a happy birthday.  It was still weird seeing Max at the same height as him, but was a great change when playing basketball with the others at school.

Alix came forward next, giving Adrien a quick hug, wishing him happy birthday, before giving a more forceful, playful punch to his shoulder, opposite of the one Kim punched.

Following the three came Juleka and Rose, both giving Adrien a hug with Rose becoming all gidding.  Nathanael and Chloe following after, offering him birthday wishes and congratulating him for reaching his alpha maturity.  Thanking them, the couple head off towards the food catering table for refreshments.

Ivan and Mylene following close behind after a few minutes, giving their greetings and heading off to refreshments table.

With others trickling in, Adrien moves aside and begins roaming around for his closest friends when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hey, bro!”

Turning around, Adrien catches Nino and Alya approaching the blond with smiles.  Entering a three group hug, Nino is beaming when he looks around at all the decorations, foods, and refreshments set up.

“Damn, Adrien, you’re parents went all out from this party.  It’s insane what you all have set up.  Even the DJ they hired to play in the small hall over there is actually good.”  Altering his features, Nino gives Adrien a glare, a playful gleam flowing within, “Though I’m hurt you didn’t ask your best friend to DJ for you.  My heart crumbled when I saw that a DJ was hired instead of me.”

Chuckling, Adrien pats his friends shoulder, “My apologies, Nino.  You know if I had any say in this, I would have most definitely hired you as the DJ.  Unfortunately, my parents planned this all during my previous situation of being housed and spending majority of my time in the heat room.  Though I will admit my parents did a pretty good job with this.”

“I’d have to agree with you sunshine.”  Alya spoke up, “This is probably the most lively party of yours you’ve had.  But I won’t mark it against you since you’re parents planned this one.”

“Thanks, Alya.”  Adrien returned.  “Did Marinette arrive with you two?”

He hadn’t seen his love anywhere amongst the crowd in the rooms.  He would have thought his lady would have arrived by now.  He wanted to be near her and hold her.

Adrien lets out a frustrated whimper, Alya and Nino laughing at his behavior.

“Calm down, lover boy.  Mari should be here shortly.  Be patient, Adrien.”  Alya said as she tried to calm the blond.

Releasing a sigh, Adrien looks at Alya, “I’m sorry.  I just haven’t seen her in...three days?  I just feel like I have Mari withdrawal.”

The sound of whooping and clapping began echoing through the first floor of the mansion as Adrien, Alya, and Nino walked towards the entryway to see the commotion taking place.  Reaching the entryway, all three peaked their heads up and watched as Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng entered through the front doors holding a large box.  His mother and father walked forward and guided them towards a circular table standing in the middle of the foyer, right in front of the main stairway.  No doubt his parents placed it there moments ago.

Walking towards the table, Tom and Sabine carefully placed the large box on the round table.  Cutting the edges of the box where the tape resided, the couple pulled apart the sides of the box to reveal the five layered birthday cake.  All the party goers were in awe at the intriquent and carefully crafted design of the five layered creation.  Adrien himself was blown away at the creation, still amazed by the steady hands of the bakers.  People took out there phones to take photos of the intriquent cake.

“Do you like it, minou?  They worked really hard on it.”

Hearing the familiar voice from behind, Adrien spun around and came face to face with the love of his life.  However, he wasn’t prepared for the gorgeousness that is his lady in the breathtaking spunky attire that she wore.  The shirt being recognized from his parents next line and her red shorts hugging her hips and lower thighs wonderfully.  But what caught his breath was the way her hair was styled.  Beautifully framed around her face, and curled at the ends, the little amount of makeup breaking out her features further.

The entire image of Marinette standing before him brought back those distracting, enchanting, lovely photoshoot pictures.

OH FUCK.

Gods, his omega was going to kill him.

Her giggling broke Adrien out of his hormone induced brain to find her smiling up at him, her cheeks tinted in a soft pink.  Wait.  Did she know what he was just imagining?!

“Do you like it?”  Marinette asked, taking a hand and flattening her shirt.  “I specifically designed this around the shirt.”  She looks up and moves closer to Adrien, resting her left hand on his chest.  The heat of her touch could be felt through his clothing and it felt wonderful.  “I wanted to make sure I impressed my alpha.”

Adrien’s green eyes bugged out a bit.  Was he hearing things correctly?  Did his omega just call him hers?!

Taking everything in, he watches Marinette slightly lean back, biting her lip in that adorable fashion that always drew him in and glancing towards her lips.  Witnessing her saying he was her alpha ignited a spark of desire, possession, and relief.  All the stress he built on himself had finally dissipate.  A long waited breath leaving Adrien.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Adrien pulls Marinette towards him until she was flat against his chest.  Eliciting a giggle from Marinette, she leans against him without hesitation and rests her head against her alpha’s chest.  Neither of them thought they’d break away from waiting til they were both eighteen to wait to grow more physical.  But, if they were being true to themselves, they were thrilled to have broken that promise.  

Both desired the closer physical contact.  Whether it was for instinctual purposes or relationship purposes, Adrien and Marinette would gladly take the new bond as is.  And to think, all it took to push the contact and relationship (one they will have to talk about) further was an unexpected early presentation cycle and the self confidence of a photoshoot for a mate.

“Your alpha, huh?”  Adrien asked, looking down at Marinette.

Pushing her head up, leaning her chin in his chest, she gazed at Adrien, looking into those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his and simply smiled warmly back at him.  “I figured since you keep referring me as your omega, I should return the favor and begin referring you as my alpha.  I thought it only be fitting that we called each other ours.”

Suddenly feeling sheepish, she asks, “Is that alright with you, Adrien?  I didn’t stop to consider to ask your feelings on this.”

Adrien’s heart burst further with affection for this amazing young woman in his arms.  She didn’t have to worry about him feeling anything against this new development into their new bond, this new, dare he say it, relationship.  He’s waited for so long to claim her as his own and he’s not gonna risk losing her now.

“I’ve waited four years to call you mine.”  Returning the smile, “As long as you’ll have me as your alpha.”

Standing on her toes, Marinette leans up to rest her forehead against Adrien’s, him leaning down to accommodate the height difference.

“Yes.”  Marinette replied.

Leaning away from from Adrien, Marinette unwrapped herself from his arms and handed him her gift for his birthday.  “Happy birthday, minou.”

Taking the gift from her hands, Adrien pulled the ribbon wrapped around the decorative box, tossing the ribbon to the nearest side of the room, and opened the lid.  What he saw inside pulled him into awe and warmth to burst into his chest yet again.  He recalls all the gifts his parents had ever given him through his entire childhood growing up, but he couldn’t recall the last time he ever received a handmade gift.

People may question how he would know this gift was handmade, but if there was anything he knew about Marinette, and he knew a lot, was that she always created handmade gifts.  So when he saw two handmade knitted scarfs in the box, he was breathless.  Even without touching them, Adrien could see how comfortably soft the fabric was and no doubt how warm they would be upon wearing them.

Slipping the top of the lid underneath the bottom of the box, Adrien reached in to pull one of the scarfs out, rubbing his thumb along the fabric and knitted patterns, completely admiring the craftsmanship and dedication stitched into this gift.   It felt incredibly soft to the touch, almost like he was running his fingers against silk.  The creativity in this family never cease to amaze him.

“These are incredible, Mari.”  Marinette watched the sincerity in his eyes as they gleamed in adoration.  And Adrien indeed was worshipping these scarfs.  A Marinette original.  “Thank you.”

“Your welcome.  I wasn’t sure about colors at first, but I thought blue would look rather charming on you, especially with your eyes during certain seasons or whenever it got cold.  I also thought green would look gorgeous on you as well, since it would really go along with your eyes.  So I decided to do both to save trouble.  Figured you could wear whichever you preferred or whichever goes along with a certain outfit of yours.”

Wrapping his arms around Marinette again, Adrien draws her in and nuzzles his head against hers, leaning to to leave a kiss against her temple.  A small tingle shooting throughout both their bodies from the contact.

“Alright everyone!  Let’s get this party in motion!”  Shouted Mme. Agreste.

Finding Nathalie, Adrien asked her to place Marinette’s gift up in his bedroom for safe keeping.  He didn’t want to risk losing her gift amongst the others or risk someone stealing them.

Thanking Nathalie, Adrien reached for Marinette’s hand and walked her across the foyer to the other side of the house, opposite of the food and refreshments side.  Making their way to the right side of the house, Adrien and Marinette arrived to the dance room.  

Others were already dancing amongst each other, stepping to the bass of the beat from the music.  The DJ dancing at his spot near the mixing soundboard as lights danced and glowed along with the bands being played.  The current song featuring Adrien and Marinette’s favorite, Jagged Stone.

Stepping onto the dance floor, Adrien positioned Marinette in front of him, both facing each other as they begin dancing and swinging to the music.  The beat moving their bodies as everyone attempts to match the tempo.

Grasping Marinette’s hand, Adrien twirls her around and spins her away and pulls her back in.  Both falling in sync with each other and matching step for step.  Following and repeating the same motions and movements.

As rock and pop instrumentals blend to a slow musical beat for the first slow dance, Adrien and Marinette moved in sync, as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, his wrapped around her waist.  Pulling her closer, Marinette rest her head against his chest a second time today.  The current moment being shared between them becoming one of their favorite memories.  Yes, they’ve danced previously in the past, but to them, this is the first time officially bonded and within the realms of a relationship.

For Adrien this day couldn’t get any better.

As the slow song switched to a more upbeat song, Adrien and Marinette leaned back from each other.  Small streams a sweat beginning to gather along their foreheads from the heat encased in the room from the amount of bodies scattered along the dance floor.

“Would you like a drink, my lady?”  

“Yes, please.”

Agreeing on a refreshment, Marinette informed Adrien that she’ll step aside by the wall on the right side of the dance floor.  Waiting for his return with the drinks.  Nodding, Adrien exits the dance area and heads to the other side of the foyer to retrieve their beverages.

For Marinette, she found an empty space along the right wall of the dance floor, gazing out to the floor and watching others continue dancing amongst the music.  

Following some of the dancers, she managed to find Alya and Nino amongst the other dance goers.  Dancing and swinging freely with one another as the duo swerved along the other dancers like professional dancers; in complete flow and in sync like water running through various rocks along a stream.

Watching her two friends dance gave her happiness.  She was happy for those two as they were always in sync.  The two of them always there for the other, always supporting one another and their dreams.  She couldn’t wait herself to finally begin a life with her bonded mate.  To have the happiness as a whole from both halves like Alya and Nino do, as well as Chloe and Nathanael.

Caught in her own thoughts of the hopeful future for her and Adrien, Marinette failed to sense the unpleasant presence of another body standing beside her.

The pheromones and energy growing heavy, it was enough to snap Marinette out of her reverie and twist her head over her shoulder to greet the other person standing beside her.

Standing beside her stood another young man, though based on the physical features, she was able to pick that this guest was older, if anything him at least two years older than Adrien.  Though, she did not recognize this young man.  Nothing about him offered a sense of recognition.

Marinette will acknowledge and agree that this young man was indeed attractive, pleasant features along his face.  Light brown hair, styled with strands slightly spiked but with softness rather than hardness, probably held by a medium textured hair paste.  Eyes coated with hazel, almost like honey itself was trapped within when striked by the right angle of light.  

His physical body presenting muscular in every way.  Nicely toned chest, small ab details seen from his smokey grey muscle shirt, arms built to perfect that common jock appearance.  Overall, this young man screamed alpha.

Even with everything about this young man appeared attractive and perfect, nothing stood out more than the overall aura of this alpha that made Marinette feel uncomfortable and on defense.

Maybe it was due to her bond with Adrien and her complete devotion to him, but her instincts never strayed her the wrong way when an un-tameness sort of energy approaches and swerves around her.

Marinette watches as the man leans against the wall on his side, leaning in closely towards her.

“Hello, beautiful.”  The stranger introduced, a slight hungry growl mixed within.

The simple greeting set alarms ranging within Marinette’s body.  All sense of discomfort flowing around her as her instincts send brain signals to move away from this alpha.  To leave this spot and search for the safety of her alpha.

As Marinette attempted to lean away from the wall and walk around the alpha, she was halted in her steps as the alpha stood in front of her and leaned into her space, his arms falling along her sides against the wall, trapping her in a small cage.  Her omega senses increasing with the threat of this presence in front of her.

“Let me go.”  Marinette demanded, a small snarl escaping as she glared into the young man’s eyes.

“Come now.  Why the rush.  Don’t you want an alpha to be claimed by.”  The alpha lent further until he was face to face with Marinette.  “I can give you all that your heart desires.  I can even make it a wild ride and fun in the bedroom.”

The grin that he gave was nothing but predatory.  Nothing came good from an alpha who bared an aura like the one he’s giving.  And that grin all but sent shivers down her body, and the young man took that reaction in a completely different way.

As the alpha did seconds ago, he moved closer, until he pushed himself against her body.  Her’s stuck between his and the wall, nowhere to move or go.  

The last thing she expected was his head leaning against the space of her neck, the touch his nose running along the structure of her neck.  Her body electrifying from the discomfort and assault.  It was all wrong; everything about this man and his actions against her was assault and she wouldn’t stand by this.

Throwing all the strength she possessed as her current omega form, she shoved the alpha’s arms away and shoved the man’s face away from her neck.  However, her actions were for naught, as the alpha grasped her wrist and slammed them against the wall, pinning her body between his and the wall.  

He snarled at Marinette, anger and amusement seeping off the alpha.  Looking up, she could see the alpha’s eyes bare gold, canines elongated as he bared his teeth at her.  His grip tightened around her wrist.  All she could do was snarl back, her own canines elongating, her eyes shifting to a light white-silver.

“My, my, we have ourselves a fighter.”  He chuckled as he gave Marinette’s wrist a squeeze.  Pain beginning to tingle along her skin.  “I’ll make sure to break you from that.  Can’t have that running through your mind and body.  I need you as the submissive type.”

He moved her arms above her head, freeing one of his hands.  Taking the free hand, he ran his fingers along the bare skin of her legs.  The unwanted touch sending wrongness throughout her body.  He wasn’t meant to touch her.  She wasn’t his to touch, he wasn’t meant anything when it came to her body.  The only person who had the right and privilege to touch her body was her alpha.  Her Adrien.  And she’d be damn that anyone else touch her.

“Get your hands off me!”  Marinette snarled out.  Her shouts falling short from the overbearing music overhead.  She knew her strength wasn’t an equal match against him.  She wasn’t in her maturity stage yet, but damn it she wished above anything that she hit her maturity age.  That way it would have been an even playing field.  But until then, she was vulnerable to him.

“I’ll release you once I claim you.”

“I’ve already been claimed asshole.”

The alpha jackass had the audacity to laugh in her face.

“Even if you were, my dear.  The markless skin of your neck says otherwise.  And as long as an omega has a bareless, markless neck, she’s all fair game.  And you’re too gorgeous to escape.”

Her eyes widened when the facts displayed in her head.  He was one of those alphas.  He was one of those that felt privileged; felt that he could enforce any being below an alpha rank.  This asshole where amongst the few who believed an omega is free for all as long as they bared markless on the neck, be damned if they had a destined or current relationship.  If they desired an omega they had their sights on, and they were unclaimed, they were up for bid in their eyes.

To them, omegas where nothing but to cater to the alpha needs.  Anything from catering their food, cleaning, and any sexual cravings and activities that the alpha desired.  In their eyes, an omega was nothing but to please and cater to their every whim.

Unfortunately, some unlucky souls of an omega or even a beta who captures the radar of one of these alphas, are broken until they become the submissive partner.

She was not going to end up like those broken souls, not while she has a chance or say about it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”  His grin displayed his canines as she shut her eyes, praying for any miracle as she felt him lean closer.

But as soon as she felt him lean towards her, the weight and grip on her wrist vanished.  A breeze brushing against her, a loud bang echoed throughout the entire dance room causing her eyes to snap open.

And standing in front of her was the miracle she dearly hoped for.

                                                ******

Entering the other side of the of the foyer, Adrien walked towards the refreshment table and grabbed two plastic cups.  Waiting patiently, he filled the two cups with ice from the ice bowl and filled the cups with fruit juice mix.

Weaving around the other party goers, dodging some of the large groups and fellow Agreste employees, Adrien crossed the foyer and re-entered the dance floor, glancing over to the far side of the wall for Marinette, only to come face to face with an unpleasant site.

Standing before him, across the wall, Adrien watched as young man, an alpha based off his pose structure, pressed himself against his omega, his princess .  And worse, he saw the disgrace of a man and alpha as he touched her without her consent.  He dared touch her against her will.

Seeing the alpha raise his lady’s arms above her head, taking his free hand and running along her bare legs set Adrien off.  If there was one thing to piss him off more, it was another alpha, an unwanted one, touching his omega.  Anger and rage began running though his body, his green eyes switching to a fiery gold as he glared at the alpha.

When the alpha grinned at Marinette and bared his teeth, leaning towards her to mark her, everything inside Adrien snapped.  Instincts taking over as his canines elongated, dropping the drinks, and running to his omega’s aid.

Running at top speed, Adrien reached the two in a few strides.  Gripping at the alpha’s shirt, Adrien honed all his alpha strength and flung him off Marinette, throwing the alpha across a few feet into one of the sound systems.  The dance room falling into complete silence as all the guests halt in their movement and snap their attention towards the ruckus taking place near the entrance of the room.

For some of the party goers, manly friends of the two in the midst of the ruckus, all eyes were on the three.  Alya, Nino, Chloe and Nathanael being one of the top few who were stunned and startled at what was taking place before them.  Though out of the four, Chloe and Nathanael were able to figure out what was occuring based on the aura and mood taking hold amongst Adrien, Marinette, and the other alpha.

With all eyes on Adrien and the other alpha, none of the surroundings Adrien paid attention too.  His focus was purely on the alpha in front of him.  An alpha he had the displeasure of working with at his parents company.  

Markus Blanceux.  A fellow model at Agreste company.  A fellow model and alpha with a disrespectful behavior and attitude amongst his fellow peers.

“Agreste.”  Markus snarled, “She’s mine.”

A growl escapes through Adrien’s clenched teeth as he launched himself at Markus, slamming him against the marble flooring as both alphas began brawling against one another.

Both males snarling, each letting out a loud roar of rage.  Tumbling and throwing each other across the space of the room that was given to them from the other guests.  None wanting to speak up, fearing to intervene whatsoever.

The audience gathered stood speechless and in awe as they watch two alphas battle against each other.  Amazed by the strength from Adrien as he landed fist after fist into Markus’s jaw and nose.  A loud snap and a pained growl coming from Markus, his nose broken from one of Adrien’s punches.

However, Adrien hadn’t escaped any injury either.  Markus managed to land a few punches at Adrien’s face, landing the Agreste’s jaw, nose, and eye.  Resulting the Areste model with a busted lip and bloody nose.

Falling on his back, Adrien blocks another punch from Markus when he uses his feet to kick the alpha back, launching him against the marble flooring.  

Before Markus could attack again, strong, bulk arms encased the young man as he turns to find the Agreste’s bodyguard holding him back.  A glare engraving into the model.  From behind, Gabriel, Emilie, along with Tom and Sabine come from behind.  Hearing the noise and chaos coming from the room, the parents rushed in with the bodyguard rushing into duty.

Approaching the teens, Gabriel looks upon the situation and shoots a glare at Markus.  Very familiar with the model from his and his wife’s company.

“Remove this man from my home.  Keep him outside as I would like a word with him.”  Gabriel demanded, his alpha voice seething through as he watched, with pride and pleasure, that Markus wilted at his employer's glare.

Turning back at Adrien, he saw the blood from his busted lip and nose.  “Are you alright, Adrien?”

“I’ll be fine..for now anyways.”  Came Adrien’s reply.

Lips thinning, Gabriel turned to Marinette, her body still stunned from the event.  A inkling of a feeling of what occurred based on the scene.

“Marinette, will take Adrien up to his room and treat his wounds, please.” Gabriel asked.

Without any hesitation, Marinette removed herself from the wall and rushed to Adrien’s side.  Helping him up to his feet as she walked beside him and headed up the main stairway towards his bedroom.  Leaving the guests in silence from what occured, they’re friends worried about Adrien and Marinette.

Once the two were out of sight, Gabriel and Emilie requested the music continue and the guest mingle until Adrien and Marinette were able to return.

                                                    ******

Up in Adrien’s room, Marinette set him on his bed as she ran into his bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit.  Knowing where exactly the box was, Marinette returned with the kit in hand.

Sitting beside Adrien, Marinette handed the blond a cloth to hold against his nose, while she removed a disinfectant wipe and began wiping away the blood around his cut lip.

Feeling the comforting silence, Adrien placed his left hand on Marinette’s knee, rubbing his thumb in circular motions along the joint.  The touch from Adrien felt soothing and welcomed for Marinette.  The contact from him felt safe and protected.

“Thank you, Adrien.”  Adrien turned his head to look at his lady, her movements to cleaning his lip stopping as she returned his gaze.  “Thank you for saving me.”

Adrien gave her a smile full of warmth, “I will always be there for you, Mari.  I will never let anyone harm you as long as I live.”  He reaches for her left hand and brings it forwards towards his lips, leaving a kiss against her knuckles.

Both chest warming from the contact, Marinette leans forwards, removing her hand from his grip and places it along his cheek; her body leaning in as she presses her lips against his, igniting their first kiss.  Adrien lent into the touch.  Wrapping an arm around Marinette as he embraced her against his body.

Breaking the kiss, they rest their foreheads against each other, both gazing lovely into each other’s eyes.

“Happy birthday, Adrien.  I love you.”  She said as her lips brushed against his.

“I love you too, my lady.”  Adrien returns before capturing her lips for a second kiss.    

[luxexhomines]

DR1 Cast Post-Killing Game AU

This is a request from @princeasimdiya12​ on an AU of the Danganronpa 1 cast’s life after their killing game if the killing game was fictional and they were actors or willing participants. I’m sorry that it took me so long! 

The link below leads to the NDRV3 fanfiction the idea is from:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13574421

I was unfortunately ultimately unable to write for all of the characters, but I wanted to write for characters outside of just the survivors, so I did half the cast. They all somewhat vary in length and most characters are extremely different from their canon characterization–some, almost opposites. This was my first request, so it’s somewhat special to me ♡♡♡ Thank you for requesting from me! It was a thought-provoking prompt. 

It includes Touko Fukawa, Kyouko Kirigiri, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Byakuya Togami, Celestia Ludenburg, Sakura Oogami, Aoi Asahina, and Yasuhiro Hagakure. However, there are mentions of other characters in a few of them. There are vague mentions of spoilers for DR1. Minor swearing for last one.

resolute

Touko stands in the bathroom, hands on the counter, staring at the girl who stands opposite of her in the mirror.

She’s decided.

Bearing a pair of scissors–although they make her shudder so when she considers the implications of her fake past when in the killing game–she grabs the two long purple braids, so long that they drag on the white, too-white tiles of the floor, and cuts them both close to her scalp.

Admittedly, it took a lot more effort than she initially had predicted to cut them, but, not surprisingly, she didn’t feel any kind of sorrow or remorse at getting rid of them.

Walking to the garbage can beside the toilet, she lets them fall into the plastic bag like long ropes, ropes she’s decided not to hang herself with and let herself be bound by to her time in the game long after the season ended, even though she knows the pain will remain until she’s stopped breathing.

She went in there resolved not to kill anyone in the game, despite her backstory as one of a serial killer, and came out resolved not to kill anyone, even if it was herself that she so desired to kill.

rejection

It happened one day as she was on her way out to buy groceries. She made eye contact with that man. She averted her gaze and side-stepped into a dark alleyway, hoping he wouldn’t attempt to follow her.

Kyoko had never liked Naegi.

Maybe never liked wasn’t quite the right phrase–rather, their element simply did not mix.

That’s why that time she had been forced to save him from the garbage disposal where he belonged following his supposed execution, trying to act like she had even an ounce of sympathy and affection for him when it was exactly the opposite, had probably been the most difficult course of action she had ever been requested of in the show. Except perhaps for their required weekly appearance together in the public when she was required to make a show of affection and love toward him.

After that, Naegi seemed to unquestionably believe in her and even–god forbid–love her.

He was like a hopeless little lovesick puppy, and probably the only person in the killing game whose personality stayed true from his usual demeanor in real life, and couldn’t see the difference between the cold facade she put up in the game and the coldness of which she reserved a special place for him in her heart.

It was sickeningly predictable, boring and hopeful that of all people, the protagonist was the one who kept their real personality.

And Kyoko hated it.

ready to let go

Ishimaru was tired.

The first few drops of rain were coming down, staining his black suit, and he knew it'd escalate into a full-on downpour soon enough. Yet, even knowing this and having brought an umbrella that hung on his arm, he had no will or energy to open the umbrella, much less lift it above his head and keep it there.

It made for an odd sight, a young professional strolling down the street as the clouds gathered over his head and conspired to make rain and drown him in their fluids, an umbrella loosely hanging from his arm, folded and with no signs of use nor the intention of being opened.

But then again, maybe it was all just what was coming to him. Back when he'd been a part of the killing game, too, he'd quietly accepted his fate of being killed off—perhaps too easily—letting whatever was coming his way simply come.

He was tired, though. The way he saw it was that there was nothing to be done about it—or anything in this world, for that matter. When he thought back on his self-righteous words about working hard regardless of talent, he scoffed. He hardly got to where he was today with hard work. Without his talent, he just as likely would have rotted away in some corner of the world, unknown and forgotten, without the motivation to live and ascend from the depths of such despair.

Ishimaru walked in his house and closing the door behind him, undressed sloppily, leaving his entire formal wear on the wooden floor near the entrance,  sopping wet, and wrapped a black bathrobe around his naked body. He was too tired to do anything else anyway, even to wipe his body dry, and collapsed on the couch, ready to pass out, but sleep not willing to come to him.

The rest of the evening, he was plagued with the artificial memories of his time and brotherhood with Mondo, another facet of his character that had been completely made up. After all, Mondo was just like him—too tired to deal with the bullshit of life—and in reality, the two of them only made for a depressing pair that made minimal effort. Yes, their relationship could be labeled as friendship. But being the kind of people they were, they barely had the motivation to meet up or keep in touch when they were exerting all their effort just doing what was required of them to stay alive. So they had drifted apart over the years.

Ishimaru's head hurt from all the thinking. Why couldn't he take a break from thoughts, too? If he was so tired, why didn't he just go rest eternally?

But he already knew the answer to those questions, too.

He was too tired to arrange a way to die either, so this was just going to be how he went about the rest of his uneventful and tiresome life. Alone and exhausted, day after day, until, hopefully, he'd die peacefully.

Ishimaru hoped that day came soon. He was ready. He had been ready for a long, long time.

twisted strength

Byakuya Togami sat on an armchair near the fireplace, leg crossed over the other elegantly. His suit was right in place, not a single wrinkle out of place, and he sipped a cup of coffee.

It was funny how so much was wrong even though he looked exactly the same as he had in the killing game. The trials and tribulations he’d gone through with the rest were going to stay with him forever, still had their imprint irritating his daily, normal life. He had to go to the therapist at least once a week. Once a week. And it had been years since the season had ended. That was time that he could be using to further his career, and–yes–the Togami corporation, which was not fictional.

He set down his coffee cup as he felt an onset of shivers and his heartbeats racing faster and faster. With the quickening pace of his pulsing heart, his breath became more and more shallow, and he struggled to keep control, placing his hands on his knees and squeezing tightly.

Even though he knew in his mind that this fear was irrational, seeing as he was no longer a participant–albeit willing–of the killing game, he could not calm himself down in the slightest. He gripped his elbows in a tight hold over himself as he shook uncontrollably, trying to prevent himself from hyperventilating.

All those years in therapy after the event. And he still couldn’t shake the fear that sometimes arose from within and consumed his ability to function like a normal human being. Sometimes he thought it would’ve been better if he had ended himself before he even went into that game. Now, nearly a decade after the fact, ending his life would be a joke in comparison to the suffering he went just to live.

No, Byakuya was not going to die. He was determined to live, even if he knew he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

a modest life

Celestia took a heavy box from the cart of items and stocked the shelves slowly, jar by jar, box by box. She knew it was slow going like this, yet she couldn’t bring herself to move any faster. She was just so tired. She didn’t know why she was still doing this kind of work, day after day.

Not that she wanted to be sitting on a throne with butlers serving her--no, no, that was only the dreams that had dissipated into vapor the moment they left her lips, the dreams that she had never truly held in her mind’s eye. She preferred the quiet, homely life here, hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in a simple red polo shirt and khaki capri shorts.

There was nothing to want for or chase after here. Nothing to make her want to act in unspeakable manners. Even if it had been fake, she shuddered at the thought of possessing the capacity to murder someone, take their life from their beating heart as they lay vulnerable to her every whim, or having the ability to manipulate others with such deadly accuracy and with such brutal ways.

No, the simple life here was all she’d wanted and all she’d ever want. Having such power in her hands again could only lead to disaster. She’d stay here, working at the grocery store each day, living a plain, uneventful life as much as possible until the day she died, which would be a similarly plain event.

physical reminders

Sakura had rolled up a sleeve and had been staring at her scarred arm for the past–oh, hour or so. It was just another memento of her time with the others–something that she had done to herself for the sake of the killing game. Looking back, she’s horrified and disgusted she had seen the killing game as such a momentous event that she would need to commit atrocities to herself in order to fully curate the most believable, scintillating experience as possible for both the viewers and herself.

But then she feels a smaller hand rest on her own, and she turns to face the girl beside her. It was Aoi, and she was looking at Sakura with eyes that drooped with sorrow and true empathy.

Sakura rolled down her sleeve on her tan, marked skin and took Aoi into her arms, who let her head fall on Sakura’s chest lovingly and stroked Sakura’s back silently. There were a lot of places she could be right now. But she didn’t want the killing game to be one of them. She’s made a real effort to focus on the present and face forward, after all, even if memories of what was still liked to make an appearance now and then.

inadmissible dreams

Aoi didn’t talk anymore. She had learned that her mouth only led to more trouble for herself and the people around her. That’s why she let all her actions do the talking. It was so much easier this way, so much better–or was it really? Maybe she had just convinced herself that it was better this way. Because it was definitely easier this way. No more having to worry over her words, choosing the right ones, phrasing them the correct way–because she no longer had to say any. Actions were simple, straightforward, and would never lie to you, would never cause misunderstanding. Turning away or walking toward someone spoke every and any language needed, provided they could see you or hear your footsteps.

She leaves a note for Sakura before she heads out, so Sakura doesn’t have to worry and call only to receive a silent answerer on the other side.

She walked on the pavement briskly and passing a bakery, stopped and did a double-take. Of course, the sweet, glazed rings of dough were present. She started walking again. Never again would she eat one. They were a symbol of her yearning, childish fantasies and hopes in the face of insurmountable grief and pain. She wouldn’t let herself harbor such naive hopes again in this bleak world in which it seemed the only source of comfort and camaraderie was Sakura.

reliability

He wondered if the only source of stability in this world was the shitty things that happen in life. As far as he’d come, he’d never found there to be anything he could truly rely on–not himself, not the goodwill of others, and much less the fluctuating market or weather. There were some things he could control, but so much would always lay out of his hands.

Thinking back on his supposed fortune telling rates, an actually rather remarkable rate of thirty percent, he laughed. If only even thirty percent of this world could be predicted or relied on.

As he sat at the table, sipping cold tea that had been steeped in the leaves for too long, he ran his weathered fingers across his newly shorn locks, which were cut dangerously close to his head. It was much easier to manage.

He tipped the cup as he tilted his head back, swallowing all that remained in the cup but the tea leaves. Upon setting down the cup, he stared at the tea leaves for a moment, only to laugh. An image of a car was vaguely eminent, supposedly approaching wealth in that language. It was ridiculous. Yasuhiro stood, scraped the leaves into the trash, and set the cup in the now-full dishwasher.

The only thing you could count on in this world was the shitty things. To think otherwise would only lead to a gross misunderstanding of life and a feeling of being wronged when it was just the way things were.

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Noona, You’re So Pretty (with Wonho of Monsta X)

Details: One Shot, Smut (18+), Monsta X story Characters: Wonho, Monsta X members, unnamed noona (older woman) Synopsis:  Minhyuk has found Monsta X the perfect noona. She cleans when they're away on tour, plays video games with them, drinks with them and just is a ton of fun. Every member enjoys her company, except one. Wonho always tries to get her attention but the other members always seem to get it first. Will he finally be able to get her to notice him?

Chapter 1

"Hey can you help me with this?" Minhyuk called, trying to blow up a balloon.

"Heh, what's all this for?" Wonho asked, taking the balloon. With a quick strong breath he filled it the whole way.

"Did you already forget? It's Noona's birthday!"

"Ah..." Wonho looked surprised. "Yeah..I forgot."

Noona had been hanging around now for about a year. Minhyuk became friends with her by frequenting the coffee shop where spent most of her time studying. She was living abroad and teaching English, but would spend her free time writing down Korean words and practicing speaking to those that would listen. Soon they became best friends, always exchanging words and sharing sweet treats along with their coffees. One day he brought her to the dorm and everything changed. The other members often started to hang out with her, so much so the manager just accepted her as the group's unofficial housemate. She'd show up when they were away on tour and would clean for when they came back. She'd often be called over to play video games with I.M or cook with Kihyun; she just became a close friend. She was a bit older than everyone, so they looked up to her in a certain way. That was everyone, except Wonho.

She sparked something in Wonho that couldn't be explained. Her matured, curvaceous body was always tempting him. She'd always wear low cut shirts and bend just the right way, revealing all she had to offer. She'd hang out late at night and fall asleep on his lap without realizing the frustration she was causing. Yet anytime he'd make a witty pick up line and wink, she'd be completely oblivious or possibly ignoring it. He couldn't be sure. She always seemed to pay the others more attention and it drove him crazy.

"Where is everyone else?" Wonho looked around the room.

"Mmm..Kihyun and Jooheon went to pick up groceries, Shownu is picking up the cake, Hyungwon is getting more decorations and I asked I.M to grab the gift I ordered from the Post Office and then pick her up."

"Why are we having the party here?" he whined a bit.

"I wanted to take her out to the club but she said she rather just be around friends. Besides we can drink and not worry about traveling. It will be fun!" Minhyuk set up the table and hung up a large 'Happy Birthday' sign. "Could you do me a favor and pick up in the living room?"

"I guess so," he reluctantly responded.

Over the next hour or so they finished decorating. Hyungwon came and made some finishing touches, adding glitter to just about everything. Kihyun returned and led the cooking while Jooheon acted as his sous chef. Eventually Shownu came back with the cake and a half eaten pastry that he couldn't resist. They waited patiently for I.M to return with their guest of honor. Finally, their buzzer rang. Minhyuk quickly grabbed the door.

"Noona!!" he excitedly hugged her.

"Hey!" she giggled at his excitement. He took a step back to let her move into the room. Everyone's eyes were ogling her. "Sorry if you were waiting long...my roommate gave me a makeover for my birthday."

"Ahh..I can see that," Jooheon winked. "Noona is sexy." The rest nodded in agreement, even Shownu giving an approving smile. Wonho's jaw dropped to the floor.

She stood there in a rose colored miniskirt and fishnet stockings. Her mesh jet black hung loosely accompanying a black bralette and revealing an almost risque amount of cleavage. She wore a choker to fit the theme and a pair of silver dangly earrings. She slipped off her short black boots and looked down at her feet, feeling embarrassed from all the compliments.

"You're sorta like.. sexy vampire style," Hyungwon commented.

"Yeah I told her that on the way over," I.M laughed.

"Wow your makeup is really on point," Kihyun gave her a thumbs up.

She brushed her brown hair back and looked up. Behind her thick glasses, her silver eyeliner was almost as fierce as her red lips. Wonho's extreme expression caught her eye for a moment. He swiftly looked away.

"It's like she knows she's torturing me," he thought.

"Wow, you did all of this for me??!?" Her eyes sparkled as she glanced around the room. Streamers and balloons lined the outsides of the living room. She could smell the delicious food from the kitchen and see the large cake on the counter.

"Well of course!" Minhyuk pleasantly responded. "It's my best friend's birthday." She squeezed his hand gently.

"Uh.. we should probably eat soon," Shownu's stomach rumbled softly. Minhyuk led her to the living room table as everyone besides Wonho headed to the kitchen. He set down a pillow for her to sit on. She carefully lifted her miniskirt as to not reveal anymore of her skin as she sat.

"Ah, I need to grab something," Minhyuk ran off. Wonho was the only one left standing in the room. She smiled up at him.

"Hoseokie!" She waved. She always called him that. He both despised it and loved it.

"Yeah?" His throat got a bit scratchy. He tried to stand there and look tough.

"Come sit by me." She patted the ground beside her. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

It was partially true. He'd hit the gym when she came over. That was the only way he could work out his frustration. Sitting close to her would be a dangerous feat. Still, it was her birthday, so he had to oblige. He reluctantly took the seat beside her. She wrapped herself around his right arm. It took him aback.

"Omo you were always strong but you got even buffer lately." She admired his hard work.

"Well I uh.." he smirked a bit, "I've been you know..preparing for our tour." He could feel her breasts pressed against his arm and a chill rode up his spine. This skinship was already too much. He flexed while trying to sneak from her grasp. Suddenly Minhyuk reappeared and popped down to her other side.

"Birthday girl needs a birthday tiara." He playfully accessorized her.

"Mmm.. I'll only wear it for you," she played along.

Everyone began carrying out the food. A variety of side dishes were placed around the table, including three types of kimchi, bean sprouts, seasoned tofu, and her personal favorite, baked sweet potatoes. Jooheon placed a bowl of rice for each person as Shownu followed along already starting on his bowl. I.M brought out a few bottles of soju as Hyungwon followed with a pitcher of water. Kihyun carefully brought out his pride and joy, the main course, marinated short ribs. He set it right in the middle and found his spot next to Shownu. The aroma filled the air and excited everyone's taste buds. Kihyun sharply nudged Shownu to stop picking at his rice so they could say a prayer. They bowed their heads for a short moment, then jumped right into the feast. Minhyuk quickly served her first, giving her a healthy helping of everything.

"This all looks so good," she complimented. Kihyun anxiously watched as everyone tried his food. She made a lettuce wrap with the meat and finally tasted his efforts. It was amazing. She lit up. "Oh my God, this is so good." He took a sigh of relief. Her sincerity was all too real.

"Ah, good." The rest of the members nodded and piled up their plates.

"Here I'll get yours noona." Minhyuk was being extra affectionate. He grabbed her plate and loaded it with her favorite side dishes. Wonho stuffed his face with meat while glaring at Minhyuk in jealousy. "He always spoils her," he thought. He reached for the bottle of soju to pour for her but I.M beat him too it.

"Ah, the soju." I.M shook the bottle then popped off the cap. He poured her shot first then continued around the table.

"I'm so happy you're hanging out with us for your birthday," Jooheon commented.

"Kihyun cooks better when you're here," Shownu joked. Kihyun smacked him.

"We should have a toast," Hyungwon suggested. They all raised their shot glasses.

"To the most amazing noona in the world," Minhyuk smiled. Wonho scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Cheers!" They all finished their drink.

They continued to eat, drink, and enjoy each other's company. Everytime Minhyuk spoke to her, Wonho tried interjecting. He'd laugh loudly and make a comment, but her attention would always end up back on Minhyuk. Eventually he gave up and went back to eating.

"Ah, I forgot I got your favorite wine," Minhyuk said. He got up and headed to the kitchen, At that moment, she looked at Wonho and poked his side to say hello.

"Sorry about that," she apologized. "We had a lot to catch up on."

"It's no problem," he responded cooly. "So, I meant to tell you earl-"

"Here we go!" Minhyuk interrupted, pouring her a glass of wine. Wonho sat there blankly.

"Oh thank you!" She said. "Uh, sorry Hoseokie, what were you saying?"

He pouted a bit. "It's nothing." His eyes were like darts shooting at Minhyuk.

"Ah...okay," she awkwardly looked away. Wonho sighed.

Eventually, all the food was finished. The empty bowls sat on the table as the seven members each waited for someone to clean them up. After a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, Minhyuk and Hyungwon cleaned as Kihyun went to get the cake. I.M happily covered it with candles and lit the fire as Jooheon grabbed ice cream. They sang a rather energetic rendition of 'Happy Birthday' then she blew out the candles. Kihyun dispersed the cake and it was enjoyed by all. After the dessert was finished, Minhyuk grabbed a large wrapped present from his closet. She opened it and revealed a large brown teddy bear. She gave it a hug then set it beside her as she opened the other presents. Wonho sat with his arms crossed the whole time, feeling guilt ridden he was the only one that didn't give her a gift.

"Hyung, where's yours?" I.M asked. Wonho shrugged.

"I uh.."

"He forgot it was her birthday today," Minhyuk quietly said. Wonho looked down.

"It's okay," she reassured him. "I feel so spoiled by everyone today.. I'm just really happy you're here." She patted his hand. He couldn't just leave things this way.

"I got you something, don't worry," he lied. "I just can't give it to you yet."

Everyone sat there in awkward silence for a minute. Quickly, I.M grabbed the video game he gave as a present.

"Noona, let's go play Mario Party." He helped her up and dragged her to the living room. Jooheon and Shownu quickly followed. The other three started cleaning again as Wonho sat in silence. He felt as if he missed his chance. He poured himself a glass of wine from the already opened bottle and drank it all in one gulp. He watched as she played video games with the members. She seemed so happy with everyone else. He poured another glass and drank it just as quickly. He knew he couldn't just sit back. He observed the sitting arrangements, trying to find a way next to her. She sat right in between Shownu and I.M; he knew the easier target. As the round wrapped up, he swiftly made his way in, pulling I.M out of the way.

"Yah you should let your elders sit," he teased. I.M smacked him with a pillow but found a spot on the floor.

Wonho wanted her to notice but her focus was on the game. He sighed again. "I need a drink," he said, mostly to himself.

"Hmm that's an interesting idea," Jooheon responded. "What if everytime someone loses a mini game, they need to take a shot?"

"Yeah!" They all said in unison. He grabbed a few more bottles of soju and readied the glasses. Wonho snuck a bottle for himself. He uncapped it and started drinking from it, hiding it under the couch pillow. He watched as they continued the game.

With shots on the line, each of them took the rounds more seriously. The rules changed as they continued, sometime doubling the amount of shots being taken. Noona seemed to purposely be playing worse than the others, giggling each time she lost. It was apparent the punishment of liquor was all she wanted. Each time she took a shot, Wonho secretly took a shot of his own.  With each passing drink, he gained confidence. He'd shift just a bit closer and she didn't seem to mind, moving into the new crease of the couch cushion. As she became more inebriated, she leaned on him to regain her balance.

"I got you," he said, putting his arm around her waist. She gently held onto him.

"You're so sweet," she blushed, hiding her face.

"You can call me Wonhoney," he laughed drunkenly, feeling his own face blushing. She suddenly kissed his cheek and his heart felt as if it had stopped.

"It's your turn noona," Jooheon called. Her attention quickly turned back to the game as Wonho's face went blank. He tried to process what was going on. He looked back at her, watching as she took her turn. She suddenly became even more beautiful than before. His eyes would barely blink as he didn't want to miss a moment. She finished her turn and looked back at him; her eyes meeting his. She still smiled, unaware of his thoughts. He had to taken this opportunity. Slowly, he leaned in for a kiss when-

"Noona!!" Minhyuk suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind the couch. He just finished cleaning and was oblivious to the situation. "Are you enjoying your birthday?"

"Uh.." her mind went blank. "Yeah..it's the best."

Wonho was shook. His drunkenness seemed to instantly melt away. He couldn't take it anymore. He immediately stood up and grabbed her hand.

"I have to see her alone," he boldly stated. Minhyuk let go.

"Oh, okay," he seemed a bit surprised. "Be careful, she seems a bit drunk."

She shook her head. "I'm fine." She stood up and passed on the controller. "Can you play for me?" she said. Minhyuk nodded. She brushed off herself then let Wonho lead her to his room. He locked the door behind him. She glanced around the room.

“I’m not in here much,” she said. “Usually Minhyukie takes me to his room.” Wonho scowled.

“Yahh what is Minhyuk to you?” He got frustrated. “Hmm?” she fixed up Hyungwon’s bed. “Are you and Minhyuk dating..” He muttered. “Ah, no. He’s just my friend,” she smiled. “He does get a bit clingy but I think it’s cute.” “So…” Wonho scratched his head. “Just friends?” “Just friends. Why do you ask?” She sat down on the edge of his bed. Her legs spread just enough to reveal her panties. Wonho began to sweat. “As long as that’s true,” he deviously smirked, “then..”

He stood in front of her, his eyes, ready to devour. She smiled innocently, seemingly unaware of his dirty thoughts. “Are you giving me my present?” she joked a bit. “Present?” he thought. “Ahh… well.. If you want it to be.” He stripped his black t-shirt off. Her eyes lit up. “Oh my God, birthday striptease is the best present!” She got so excited. He laughed.

He put his hands on her shoulder and rolled his body. She bit her lip and rubbed his chest. He slid between her legs, rolling her skirt up a bit and danced for her. He dropped to his knees and slowly rose up, keeping his eyes on hers. She seemed to love the show. “Hoseokie, you’re so sexy,” she egged him on. He felt himself become braver. He wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed her further onto the bed. Her hands moved up around his neck as she laid back. He kneeled over her, his hands holding him up plank style above her. His black hair dangling in his face. “You’re really dedicated to this performance aren’t you,” she teased. “Thank you for the present.” “Present?” He felt a little disappointed. “You think I’m just doing this for your birthday?” “What do you mean?” She looked puzzled. “This was you wanted to give me right? I see why you couldn’t give me this earlier.” “Ah..that,” he remembered. “Aish, what do I have to do to make you notice me?” “Notice?” She sat up a bit and played with his hair. “I do notice you.” “I’m sick of the other guys always stealing your attention. Now I can finally have you to myself.” Her eyes widened. “To yourself?” He took off her glasses, looked deep into her eyes, and he couldn’t hold back. He slammed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. Her head landed against his pillow as he slipped his tongue inside and danced it around in her mouth. He separated to take a breath and noticed her stunned face. He sat up, feeling like a major mistake. She finally smirked up at him. “So that’s what you meant,” she giggled. Her eyes were becoming as fierce as his. She reached for his shoulders and pulled him back down. This time she kissed just as aggressively; her tongue slipping into his mouth as well. He sucked on her lower lip then began kissing down her jawline. Her chest heaved in and out as she felt her body getting hot underneath him. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as he continued his lips down her neck. He smirked as she already began making little moans.

“I haven’t even started,” he smirked. “You’re already excited aren’t you.” She nodded, biting her lip.

His right hand fondled her left breast as he traced his lips along her collarbone. He played with her breast through the mesh shirt and bralette, trapping her nipple between his middle and ring fingers. He worked his other hand to her other breast, exposing her breast out of the bralette. His tongue danced around her nipple, licking through the mesh material as he began sucking on it. She fidgeted, trying to shift the fabric off of her but couldn’t budge. His eyes staring straight up at her as he sucked harder. “My poor shirt,” she whined, tugging at his hair. “I’ll take it off for you.” He popped her nipple out of his mouth. “You look hot like this,” he responded, then went back to work. He pinched the other side, feeling it getting as erect. He fully slipped off her bralette now exposing both breasts through the mesh. He began sucking this side as his fingers massaged the other. She giggled and began tracing his nipples, pinching them playfully. He gasped, surprised by the feeling. “You’re sensitive too,” she teased. He pinned her arms over her head. “Noona, I’m in charge,” he smirked. He let go and continued kissing down her tummy. She kept her arms up and gripped the headboard. He unzipped her miniskirt and slid it off her curves onto the floor. He admired her body only being covered by a mesh shirt, some fishnets, and a black pair of panties. He pulled her hips closer and kissed her again.

“Why is noona so sexy,” he whined, spreading her legs and massaging her lady bits through the cloth. She moaned at his touch. She couldn’t stand her top anymore and stripped it off along with the bralette. It excited him more. “Fuck,” he breathed out, devouring her breasts again with his tongue. He nipped at both nipples again, biting ever so lightly making her arch her back in pleasure. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties. He couldn’t to play.

“How expensive were these tights?” he asked, slipping his fingers through the holes. “Mm..” she thought, “about 15 dollars?” “Ah..I’ll buy you new ones.” He ripped them right at the crotch and slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. He licked his lips and smirked. “Let’s see how noona tastes.” He moved further down the bed to position himself to play. He slowly grazed his tongue up her opening, making eye contact the entire way. He wanted her to know her Hoseokie was the one making her tremble. Her hands gripped the headboard tighter as he flicked his tongue against her clit. She moaned louder as he spread her opening and slid his middle finger in. “You’re already soaked noona,” he chuckled, covering his finger in her wetness. He slipped in another finger. “Don’t tease me,” she whined, throwing her legs on her broad shoulders. Her thighs gripped his head as he sucked her clit. Another finger entered as he slid in deeper, wanting to make her cum from foreplay. His fingertips running along her most intimate parts, making her body become more sensitive. Her knees became weak and slid off his shoulders. His tongue took the place of his fingers as he licked every bit of her opening. She tugged his hair hard as he tongue fucked her. “Ah..Hoseokie,” she moaned, begging for him more. He was pleased, feeling her pussy pulse around him. “You taste amazing,” he smirked, licking deeper. Her body started to fight against him. “This isn’t fair,” she pouted, closing her legs a bit. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly. She sat up. “Why am I the only naked one?” He laughed. “Ah I see.” He stood up and unbuttoned his belt. She crawled over to him. “Nononono, I’ll do it.” She quickly unzipped his pants. “You seem so… restricted.” She stared at his huge bulge. He blushed. “It’s because you’ve been driving me crazy all night. It always makes me jealous when the others get your attention.” “It’s not my fault everyone wants to spend time with me,” she teased. “I’m sure Minhyuk is wondering what I’m doing.” “Well he can stay annoyed,” he sneered. “I want to be the one touching you that much for now on.” “Eh..?” she looked up. “You heard me.” He kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed. He stripped his pants the rest of the way off and kneeled in his boxers. She tugged at the waistband with her toes, begging for him to continue. He loved watching her yearn for him. “You’ll only let me do this to you right?” She anxiously nodded. “Good.” He took off his boxers, revealing a huge hard cock. Her eyes widened at the size. “Omo.. you’re bigger than I thought,” she blushed. “Aish, I’m afraid to ask what you thought before,” he said, nervously scratching his head. She crawled towards him and playfully licked the tip. He gasped. “Noona..” he stuttered. “It’s still your birthday so let me do all the pleasuring tonight.” He reached in his drawer for a condom and slowly slipped it on. She shifted so her ass was in front of him and that she was on all fours. She spread her legs a bit to make the access easier. “Ah..so this is your style.” He kneeled and guided his cock to her opening, poking the tip inside just a bit. Her sensitive pussy already reacting to his touch. “Are you ready?” he asked, rubbing her back. “Yes..” she breathily responded. Enjoying every bit, he slowly inched his entire cock inside her. She let out a squeak. He gripped her hips and started thrusting in and out, increasing his pace each time. Her walls tightening around him giving him a euphoria he hadn’t felt before. He leaned down more, wrapping his hands around to squeeze her breasts as he nibbled he back of her neck. His hot breaths making her moan louder as he pounded her hard. “You’re so tight noona,” he whispered in her ear, feeling his cock already seeping. She twisted her neck to bite his lower lip and beg for kisses. Her knees began to shake and made her lose her balance. He quickly supported by pulling her hips closer to his lap. As he continue to slam his cock into her, their moans both got louder. The pace of their breaths began to match each other as they continued to connect. She felt so amazing he could barely take it any longer. “How close are you, noona?” he begged for an answer. “Ah..” she tried to speak but only moans escaped her mouth. “I..” Her body was out of her control has her orgasm took everything over. She was louder than ever as her pussy squeezed his cock. As he tried to reposition to reach his own limit, there was a sudden series of knocks at the door. Panic struck. “Nooonnnaaaa…” they could hear a drunken Minhyuk calling. She shoved her face into a pillow to stifle her moans.

“Yes?” she weakly responded. “Whatcha doin?” He leaned against the door. “I uh..” she squeaked. “Hoseokie and I are playing together.” Wonho winced, trying not to cum. “Aww…” he whined. “I.M finally went to bed so we can play the Switch now.” She squeaked again. “Oh...kay. Let’s do it another time.” She couldn’t stay like this anymore. “Okay..” he sadly responded and walked away. Wonho quickly came. He moaned hard as he slid out of her. Her juices dripping out as she fully collapsed on the bed. He took off the condom, tying the end then laid down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her soft kisses, from her forehead to her lips. He leaned on his arm and admired her beauty as her body still tingled with sensations. She nuzzled into his chest.

“Hoseokie,” she giggled. She felt so cozy beside him. “I hope you know that I always liked you.” His heart fluttered as he held her. “I always thought I was your least favorite,” he remarked. He kissed her forehead again. “I’m happy I finally get to spend alone time with you.”

She snuggled into her arms until she fell asleep. All the liquor and passionate sex hit her all at once and wore her out. He snuck around to find one of his old t-shirts and slipped it over her head. He covered her up then dressed himself and unlocked the door. He walked to the living room and found his roommates both passed out on the floor. He felt a bit bad for hogging the room. He saw Minhyuk sitting at the kitchen table, half falling asleep. He glanced at Wonho. “Is noona still awake?” he asked, yawning after his words. Wonho shook his head. “She fell asleep in my bed.” He tried to hide his smile. “Well, I happy you two are getting along finally.” He stretched out his limbs. “You didn’t seem too excited before when I said she was coming.” Wonho laughed. “Don’t worry. I think we’re closer than we’ve ever been before now.”

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[darklydescended]

7. (angel, jade), 12. (michael, jade, carmilla, angel), 2. (angel)

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS // ACCEPTING ( MOSTLY FOR MY OC’S )(SPECIFY MUSE )

ily for sending them to my main babies lmao

7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

ANGEL //  She, for the most part, perceives herself as positive. Will she kill somebody in an instant? hell yeah. but she doesn’t see herself as a negative person. 

JADE // she sees herself having a chaotic nature - often pushing people away that she cares about most . but she would easily consider herself a neutral person. she is negative and hurtful when she needs to be but she can also have a kind and soft heart.

12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

michael // ( okay so these will be mostly AU but here we go ) //

michael loves his bike as much as his life. out of everything he brought from his old life this is the most important to him. hes always spent time fixing it up and cleaning it. it is one thing that brings him joy.

michael enjoys weight lifting. he is by no means a typical california muscle beach meat head but he likes to keep himself in shape.

he is ready to take on any challenge and prove himself. he hates being looked down upon due to how his father figure was. dare him to do something- he is likely to do it. hell, he almost ran his bike off of a damn cliff.

in his vampiric life - michael often staves off his thirst as long as he can. this has a negative effect on the vampire and he will often bathe in the blood of his next victim - enjoying every last drop in a gorey mess.

although he wasn’t at first - michael is extremely loyal towards david and the boys. they have become his new family and he would do anything for them. 

JADE // 

she loves scissors. not a single day goes by where she doesn’t have a pair on her. 

her favourite pair of scissors was broken by Cat on accident ( in a story with @bibbleobsessed , specifically ) . they were an actual prop from her favourite horror film.

jade’s favourite horror film is THE SCISSORING. and no. it is not a lesbian porn, okay.

she is EXTREMELY talented at staying in character. one time she grabbed a PIPING HOT cake pan from the oven and gave herself third degree blistering burns on her hands and she STILL didn’t break character.

take Jade’s coffee away and you will find yourself on the wrong side of her scissors. trust me. it’s like the one thing she loves. besides cat.

CARMILLA KARNSTEIN // 

she can turn into a panther. an odd ability, but one that has proven to be useful. so if you want a giant black house cat / like sookie @vampirecrack / there you go.

carmilla LOATHED every minute she was forced to spend inside that blood filled casket, forever mourning the death of her beloved ELL.

her maman is satan incarnate. she would literally pick a hot date with satan over spending one day with Lilita like ever again.

carmilla hasn’t had a single night’s rest since she felt the betrayal of her sweet Ell seeing her as the monster she was.

feeding from Ell all those nights was her biggest regret. if she could go back then she would gladly change the outcome.

ANGEL // 

angel LOVES reading comic books. her favourites are dark horse comics. but she has been known to own an issue of batman that is  e x t r e m e l y   rare when she was human. 

she always wore a single black leather braided cord bracelet - up until she gave it to STAR. her sister hand made it for her when they were little and it meant the world to her. some days she regrets giving it to star, other days she is happy because it was a tie to her old life.

she was raised in a CATHOLIC family. they sent her to private school as long as she can remember and she  h a t e d   every moment of it.

s o m e b o d y   always seems to steal her clothes and knives. but she’s cool with it. she’d never try to get them back anyways - unless her siouxsie sioux signed shirt or the cure tour shirts happened to disappear.

angel would KILL to go to a misfits or sex pistols show live. she always used to secretly watch them on TV back home behind her parents back.

( and another for shits and giggles ) Angel cut her hair short when she was fourteen while her mother and father were out of town at a conference. when they returned her father beat the living hell out of her literally telling her it was the devil’s haircut. oddly enough they didn’t say a SINGLE thing to her sister ANNIKA when she damn near shaved her head bald not long after.  

2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc. // angel

the majority of the upper left side of her face is scarred permanently. she received it as punishment by her ex-coven leader Billy when she disobeyed an order to kill Star. instead she helped her and michael escape their clutches - no matter how much she hated michael for gaining star’s heart. angel is EXTREMELY self conscious about the scars and if she finds that somebody is staring at them she will just look away and towards the ground, staying silent. they serve as a permanent reminder to her to remain loyal to those closest to you. though she will answer any questions when asked about them - to an extent. 

[thedailywritings-blog]

Prompt- Define a word with a short (personal) story.

Define Content

Earlier today, I sat across from my friend of seven or so years. He looked average, though a bit too concentrated on the poster in front of him. His expression peaked my curiosity and I felt drawn toward him, like a weak magnet. It was weak due to the fact that I was not sure if I truly wanted to get up and walk over to him. Eventually I decided that the poster, that he was staring at must have something interesting on it for he did not let his eyes wander. When I went over, his demeanor completely changed and the poster, that I now know was something he was looking at when he spaced out, was bright orange and had a few words wrote on it. On the poster there were a series of statistic and pictures but my curiosity followed my friend. After walking up to him, he made small quick eye contact before asking for my help. It was strange, and I agreed because why not? He looked over at the drawer located to his left and smiled, like he knew that God had come down personally and blessed this tiny drawer.

“We’ll need this” Hr said throwing duct tape at me.

“And this” A straw.

“And this” An abnormally long toothpick.

“And….. this” A small, yet fully packed, bag of zip ties.

After throwing these strange, unrelated, materials at me, he demanded I follow him over to the front table in the classroom. The front table was an extension of the teacher’s desk and on it was thousands of papers. There were staplers, tape, gum wrappers, hair bows, heads (biology class, don’t ask) and a Pre-Calculus book that looked as though it had escaped the grasps of hell, but barely. Now my friend grabbed this weirdly, misplaced textbook, that was located in a pile of other weirdly misplaced objects and said:

“Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to bind together a perfect union. The people who we must bind today are, in fact, this book and the cover that lays on it.”

The book was a true, totally complete struggle. It looked as though the cover and the book were on their 15th year of marriage and were in serious need of marriage counseling. I laughed, quietly and to myself. This man, who when I met him was a boy, was the strangest person I have yet to meet. He reached for the duct tape and thrust a pair of scissors in my direction.

“Now” he said, “this is a very serious job, and it requires your utmost attention and delicacy. This book was bestowed upon me by a mean witch who curses any who returns the book slightly damaged.”

I looked at him during his short monologue, then down at the book, and then back at him. “Slightly?” I thought to myself. If this was slightly damaged then I'm not sure I want to see what extremely damaged was.

My friend grabs the tape and pulls and pulls and pulls the tape until it is the size of a 5 year old’s leg.

“Annnnnnnnd, cut it NOW!”

I laughed and did as was told. He quickly set to fixing the book and smiled occasionally as though the book had told him a funny joke. Or perhaps one of the uncomfortable jokes your mutual friend tells you and you fake laugh and smile but on the inside you feel yourself dying. After fixing with book with the extension amount of tape, he looked down at the other supplies that were lain down on the table.

“I don’t actually need these materials, I just wanted to sound cool when I was getting them out.”

From across the room, came a quiet laugh. There was a girl in this classroom with us. She sat alone, and I had taken notice to her when I first entered, but somehow she had slipped my mind while I was watching my friend play operation on his math book. She looked up at us and I felt an earnest attraction. Me and this girl, we were not friends, just acquaintances, yet in this moment I have never felt closer to someone than I now felt with her. We had shared an experience, a small insignificant experience that a few days from now would slip both of our minds and cease to exist, but for now it was there and present. Living, loudly and proudly, and I felt for once that this was life. Life, something filled with strange, unusual situations where often times the person sitting next to you is experiencing the same thing in a completely different way. At first I did not understand why I felt it necessary to write down this experience, but further along in my writing the meaning came forward. This whole experience defined to me the word content, I had never before felt so calm, tranquil and at ease. It was blissful, and beautiful, something that is hard to describe and understand, but now I do.

[meshugana1]

Could you do a story for me where a hot college girl wishes for an even hotter figure and sex life, but ends up a gorgeous sexy lady who stays home all day because she has too much fun masturbating to leave her house? And she’s so embarrassed by her new like pervyness that she becomes super shy with other people?

Tess walked through the parks brightly lit knolls and hills on her way to her dark apartment. She didn’t get why she was always alone. She was hot, funny and had a bright personality. Her dates just never seemed to go anywhere and she hardly ever got a second or third one. She really was beautiful. She had slender short legs that lead into a nice pert bottom, a pinched in waist and respectable firm breasts. Her blonde hair framed a loverly face and her wardrobe made her standout particularly well with plenty of exposed flesh.

She noticed a few of her friends had gathered around one of the old fountains that dotted the park. She checked her make up and adjusted her top to maximize her cleavage and walked on over, sexualizing her steps as best she could. “Hey guys. Anybody mention me yet?” She said with a soft chuckle.“Oh hey Tess, I didn’t know your classes had gotten out yet.” Athena said. Tess and Athena had know each other since their room assignment had made them friends in their freshman year. Despite her namesake Athena was a plain looking girl, but in the arena of the mind she did the greek goddess proud.“I decided to blow them off. It was nothing new today anyway. So any fun plans? Are we finally going out clubbing?”“Sorry but we were all going to Adam’s house for an over the weekend study party. You’re welcome to come with.” Tom said. Tom and Athena had been an item for a month now and things seemed stable if a little bland for Tess’s tastes.“Why don’t you come with Tess. I’d love to spend a weekend away with you.” Nora said. Nora was Tess’s biggest obstacle. It wasn’t a secret that Tess played for the other team but she didn’t go around advertising it either. Nora did however and it was almost like she taunted her with flirting and passes that she brushed away as jokes. She was insanely hot too with full tits that cried out for attention and an athletic figure and a subtle tan that made her seem an amazon.“Yeah, maybe later.” Tess was a master at getting in her own way. She also had a bit of a shyness issue. If she were hotter this wouldn’t be a problem.

“Well as you wish then. We best get going before it gets too dark. See ya later.” Athena said, accompanied by ‘goodbyes’ and ‘later’s’ from the group, and one wink from Nora that produced a rosy color on Tess’s cheeks. She sat down on the bench and chided herself for her lack of courage. She looked up at the circular fountain and admired its intricate design. The park was old, built soon after the campus was in 1904. There were over a dozen fountains and each one had stories built around it. It was said that it you kissed your sweetheart near the one in the center you would be forever in love. Another one was supposed to help you pass any test as long as you drank the water from it. If Tess remembered right this one was the traditional ‘wishing’ fountain, toss a quarter in and get a wish but it always came with a terrible and ironic price as wishes normally get you.

Tess reached into her pocket and produced a handful of loose change. “Why the heck not?” she said and tossed all the change into the still water. She clasped her hands and spoke aloud “I wish I had a super sexy body and had a way better sex life.” Nothing seemed to happen, no ‘wish granted’ or pillar of light enveloping her body. Not that she expected much but somehow she always had a sliver of hope that something would happen when she made a wish. Tess returned her hands to her pockets and continued her walk back to the empty dormitory. Along the way however she suddenly felt just a little sick. She raised her hand to her forehead and felt a fever and her stomach was going summersaults.

She just crossed the threshold of her room when she began to feel bloated and off balance. She took off her coat and tried to remove her thin tank top but found it stuck in place. She quickly realized why as she saw her modest chest had grown in size! She had a respectable pair of C’s but now they were passing the double D range. She stood shocked at what was happening. She hadn’t eaten anything and didn’t have any allergies she knew about that could do this. She was snapped out of her contemplating by the straps of her top digging into her shoulders, and a similar sensation in her pants. She quickly mover to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the offending straps, but her melons had grow too large and were now being crushed inside the small piece of clothing.

Her ass felt like it was also being crushed inside her jeans but before she could move her scissors to free her new flesh  her clothing had lost its battle with Tess’s expanding ass and seems popped and stitching tore, ruining her expensive designer pants. She hardly cared though as all the felt was a sense of relief at the absence of crushing pressure on her ass. Her breasts were still in peril though and she without a thought began cutting down the center of her abused top. The cut wasn’t even halfway when the fabric finally gave way and split apart, sending Tess’s new tit flesh spilling out in front of her. Tess stared in awe at her breasts, they were larger than any natural pair she’d ever seen.

She had no time to enjoy them though as more pain filled her body. She fell onto the floor and rolled onto her back. She looked between her cavernous cleavage and saw that her legs were growing longer and her thighs thicker. Her tummy, which had just a slight bit of fat from the holidays had flattened and become taught and smooth. Her hair, which she kept ironed and straight, had become curly and wild and a vibrant shade of autumn red. Her neck became delicate and swanlike and her face though pretty before had shifted into a sultry and deeply beautiful image and was dotted with faint freckles. Her eyes had shifted into a sea green and suddenly all the pain and discomfort stopped.

Tess gingerly stood on her new shaky legs. After finding her new balance she walked to her closet mirror and inspected the damage. She was stunned by the image that greeted her. The woman in the mirror was over six feet tall and had breasts that put any stripper to shame, Tess reached up with her hand to probe one and was rewarded with an intense sensation coming from her pussy. She couldn’t help her other hand as it explored her other boob and felt her orgasm building immediately. She had no idea breasts this large could be that sensitive, or was it just her? She gave it no more thought as she continued to fondle her big boobies nearing more and more to an explosive orgasm.

One of her hands left her breasts and dived straight into her waiting, overheated pussy and she was instantly at the threshold of a brutal orgasm. She did her best to control the momentum and make this incredible feeling last and she was quite successful. She used whatever objects she could find in her dorm to pleasure herself and jilled herself off for literal hours until finally she allowed the orgasm to roll over her body and send her to heights of pleasure she had never even imagined.

The all night session was so intense that she remained motionless, just letting the remnant of her orgasm ripple though her body for hours. It was past lunchtime when she finally stood up and tried to find clothes that would fit her new sexy body. She dug into her closet, at first finding nothing, then she happened upon an old halloween costume she once wore. It was a habit for a nun, she just thought it would be funny, but now the outfit just slack enough to make a wearable outfit. She slipped it on and took a moment to appreciate the irony of her incredibly sexy new body in an outfit created for modesty. Her breasts tented outwards and left little to the imagination, her ass did the same and the dress ended just below her knees. Man, she thought, Nora would love this. Then it hit her. She was a super sexy dynamo now! She could easily seduce the pants off Nora. She immediately hit the streets and began the walk to Adam’s place.

At first the walk was like any other, but then Tess began to notice the stares she was drawing to herself. She initially chalked it up to her sexiness but then another thought creeped into her mind. Did they know? Could then somehow tell she spent the whole night masturbating? She didn’t know how the could but the thought just wouldn’t go away. Everybody was staring at her and it was starting to embarrass her. How could she have done that? It was such a pervy thing to do, she even used her roommates pillow to help jill herself off. Oh god people can totally tell.

She did her best to remain inconspicuous as she approached her friends home. She knocked on the door and looked behind her to make sure no one was staring. Adam opened the door and was in awe of the incredibly sexy woman before him. “Whoa! Who are you?” He asked. Tess remembered that she looked totally different and did her best to scramble up a cover story.“I…I…I’m…uh, HimynameisTeresaI’mTess’sfriendcanIstudywithyouguys?” She said all in one burst. Her face as red as her hair.“Um…sure?” Adam said, growing more confused at this woman by the second. Tess let out a deep sigh of relief, so happy to be back with her friends. As the two walked back in Adam introduced her as Teresa and everyone said hello, except for Tess who had clammed up at the sight of so many people. She weakly waved and took a seat at the very end of the large couch trying to will her tall body into a smaller shape. She didn’t make a peep for hours, to nervous to talk to her former friends afraid they might ask what she did last night.

It was Nora who finally got a word out of the shy sexpot. She sat about three feet away from Tess, extremely too close for the nervous girls comfort. She said nothing she reached over and patted Tess’s thigh just above the knee, not in a sexual manner but more as an assurance of friendship. This was far too much for the new Tess and she stood stock straight and said “ThanksforhelpingmeIgottagobye!” and quickly stepped out and ran back to her dorm. She slammed the door and immediately began another masturbation session crying out “She touched me! Nora Touched me!” This would last well into the night, and come the next day Athena entered her dorm room and was immediately greeted with the smell of sex and found Tess on her bed, still in the throws of orgasmic bliss.

The end. Be careful what you wish for!