#sucked all the colour out of his closet

[ratatatastic]

HELLO MISS DOOM AND GLOOM

[tteokdoroki]

nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives. 

your cat. 

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it. 

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable. 

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly. 

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed. 

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival. 

so be it. 

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side. 

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response. 

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.” 

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…” 

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance. 

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex. 

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you. 

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door. 

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.” 

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?” 

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls. 

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies. 

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough. 

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal. 

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you. 

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon. 

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly. 

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…” 

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working. 

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.” 

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

[holybibly]

Hello my favorite bunnies. I won't let you relax for a minute.

These are my unholy thoughts

The Park twins were definitely something very special.

When you first met Seonghwa, it was hard to believe that he could be the twin brother of someone like Hwaseong, and vice versa.

They were the hottest topic in the office, and as the children of the CEO of the company you were working at, they were frequently spotted around the office.

Seonghwa was the cutest person on the planet. God, you could have sworn there was an angelic halo around his pretty head, and those big innocent eyes… Damn it, all you wanted to do was ruin him. There was something so sweet about him that it made your teeth ache with the desire to sink into that delicious caramel skin of his.

At the same time, Hwaseong was his complete opposite - brash, belligerent and vulgar to the point of disgusting, you couldn't be around him for more than a minute without your panties getting uncomfortably wet. And unlike Seonghwa, you were desperate for Hwaseong to destroy you.

You never thought that you would be in the middle of it when the boys started their internship at the company. Mr. Pak was personal request that you take care of them and help them in any way possible.

And as it turned out, "all their affairs" also included the satisfaction of their insatiable libido.

It was a bit of a push-pull for you three. The desire to push Seonghwa into a dark closet and show him what heavenly blowjob meant became stronger and stronger. Especially when he looked at you with those sparkling eyes and batted his long eyelashes.

At the same time, you wanted to smother that arrogant bitch face of Hwaseong with your own pussy. The whole situation made you feel as if you were between heaven and hell at the same time.

Neither of you dared to make the first move, despite the intense tension and the almost painful sexual desire between you.

Everything changed at a company dinner. Seonghwa was lightweight and quickly got drunk, getting clingy and overly tactile with you, while Hwaseong seemed to get even cockier, starting to touch you unprofessionally and not innocently.

You had to drive them home before Hwasung performed a striptease on the table. God, he was literally five minutes away from taking his clothes off. And Seonghwa started to whimper about how much he wanted to go home to his soft bed. The boy was literally the sweetest creature that could have ever existed in the world.

But you were a damn fool to fall for their blandishments and take them home. And you were an even bigger fool to think that they believed that their typical behaviour characterised them in the bedroom.

Things did not turn out as you had hoped when Seonghwa literally fucked the life out of you in the middle of the hallway of their luxurious penthouse and Hwaseong obediently sucked your fingers while waiting for his turn. The huge innocent eyes were black as night and full of lust, while the bold lips that had curved into a devilish grin had become soft and gentel.

The night was going to be long, exhausting and hot, judging by the eagerness with which they tried to get enough of you. Biting, licking, kissing, scratching and fucking you as if their lives depended on it. For you, the morning came just as suddenly as the change in their behaviour last night, but what drove you even crazier was how gentle Seonghwa was with you again, and the way that annoying arrogance once again coloured Hwaseong's beautiful features.

Anyway, you were right about one thing - the Park twins really were something special.

[sunlightmurdock]

you don’t have to be a star | bob floyd

hey, hey, hey lover, I love you just the way you are.

in which after being outshone by his colleagues, Bob takes a moment of reflection with his soon-to-be wife before bed. For @ohtobeleah’s Galentine's Day Special <3

warnings: Bob being a little insecure, Jake being a little shit, kissing and allusions to sex. Adults cuddling and touching each other, nothing that isn’t PG-13. WC: 2.1k

…

Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin is a force of nature, and has been for as long as anyone can remember. For some, he’s intolerable. For others, he’s irresistible. People rarely fall in the middle when it comes to their alignment with Hangman — devotion or despisement.

For you, he’s someone that you will always be indebted to. If it wasn’t for Jake, you would have never met the love of your life.

Two summers ago, you had been at a small gathering for a friend’s party in one of the bars in the Coronado Beach area, and apparently you had caught the eye of the troublesome blonde.

You hadn’t noticed him feigning for your attention with his steely green gaze, or talking about you coolly with his buddies. No, your first experience with Jake was him sauntering up to you, leaning one elbow against the bar and hitting you with a sloped grin. “How’s your night treating ya, sweetheart?”

But, if it wasn’t for Jake Seresin trying his hardest to get into your pants that one night in August, you never would have met Bob.

You would later learn that other people didn’t have quite the same problem you did. As Jake had swept you over to his corner of the bar for a game of pool that he was hoping would lead to much more, you just couldn’t help but notice the man sitting by the window.

His hand curled around a root beer bottle, thin wire-rimmed glasses sitting across the bridge of his nose, and a single chestnut coloured curl dangling onto his forehead.

The routine way he would roll those pretty, Disney-blue eyes, and scoff against his root beer at each smooth line that had rolled off of Jake Seresin’s tongue. Just like you, he knew Jake’s game, and didn’t find it a particularly engaging one to play.

Long after the sun had set and right about the time last orders were called, Jake still hadn’t seemed to give up on the idea of taking you home — and he was being nice about it — but your mind had been made up a long time before.

You had just sunk the eight-ball, and Jake was calling for a rematch. Your lips had just quirked softly, hoping that he would take the hint after this one. “I think I’d rather look for a more worthy opponent.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake had grinned to you, heavily amused by the idea of there being anyone in this bar more worthy than himself. “Like who?”

Bob remembers bashfully how you had turned to him, cocked your head and smiled. God — he probably looked like such an idiot, all shocked like that. He could have been so much cooler, could have answered faster when you had asked,

“How about you?”

But the sheepish nod he had given you seemed to do the trick. He left that evening with your phone number, and now, two years later, he’s wandering through your house in his socks calling your name.

“Damn,” You pop out from the closet a few paces behind him, making him flinch and suck in a sharp breath. “The government name? — What’d I do to deserve that?”

He softens into a smile as he turns around and reaches out for you. Happily, you step out from the closet and let him wrap his arms loosely around your waist.

“Well, the first twenty times I called, you didn’t answer, so,” He leans in real slow, tilting his head to the left and pecks softly at your lips. “Figured I’d try something new, honey.”

“Right, well,” A smile tugs at your lips as you reach up to wipe the transferred lip gloss from his mouth. “What can I help you with, Mr. Floyd?”

Not long now until he gets to call you by that name too. By the end of the year, you’ll be Mrs. Floyd and he still can’t quite believe that he’s so lucky.

“Can’t… figure out this damn thing, d’you think maybe you could help me?” He asks, gesturing down to the unfastened black bow tie around his neck. It makes you smile wider.

All of the wonderful, incredible things that Bob Floyd can do, and he just can’t figure out a bow tie.

“Sure thing, handsome,” You tell him, hands already getting to work with evening out the sides around his collar. “If you’ll reach up on that top shelf in there and grab my shoes once I’m done.”

Ah, so that’s why you were hiding in the closet. Bob hums. “Sounds like a fair deal.”

As you fasten the black silk into a uniformed bow, Bob glances down at your dress, and then back up to study your face. “You look beautiful.”

“Yeah.” You answer playfully, plucking at the bow to test its sturdiness, and dipping in for another kiss. Firm and longing — giving you an idea of exactly how he’s planning to start getting you out of that dress later tonight.

Tonight is Bradley Bradshaw’s thirty-sixth birthday party, organized by his wife. She pulled out all the stops and required a black-tie dress code. Her events are always good fun and tonight is no different.

A buzzing garden party with string lights and music — some of it provided by Rooster himself. Photos of Bradley through his adulthood and adolescence are strung up around the party, reminders of how loved he is by the people around him.

It’s an incredible night. You have a blast, laughing and dancing with the people you have grown to love over the course of your relationship with Bob.

But, on the drive home, you can’t help but notice that something seems to have rattled your soon-to-be husband. He’s quiet in the car. Once you’re home, he sulks inside and kicks his shoes off in the hall, shaking off his bow tie and heading straight for the bedroom.

Curious, you follow behind him with furrowed brows.

“Hold it right there, mister.” You tease him, making him stop in his tracks. You follow him into the dark bedroom, crossing over the carpeted floor and positioning yourself right in front of him. There’s a stern look on your face, peering up at him.

“Robert Floyd, are you bored of my company or something?”

He scoffs weakly, fingers curling around your waist, then tugging you into him. He nuzzles the tip of his nose into your hair and revels in the smell of your shampoo.

“Lieutenant Commander Robert Floyd, baby.” He reminds you. You jab him playfully in the ribs and he chuckles under his breath. “‘M just tired, is all.”

It’s not the truth. Really, Bob has known throughout your relationship with him that you could have done better. Jake wasn’t the only guy after you the night that you met.

Sometimes, it just plays on his mind that maybe you settled when it came to choosing him.

Especially on nights where Hangman shows up in the honeymoon phase with some new girl and makes that everyone else’s business. This wasn’t the first girl he has dangled under your nose, reminding you of what you could have had — playfully, of course. To Jake, it’s all good fun.

To Bob, it’s something different.

You squint up at him dubiously, then reach forwards and untuck his shirt from his pants. His gaze falls, watching you start to unbutton it for him.

“That’s it?” You prompt him, smoothing your palms across his bare stomach and up his chest, pushing his open shirt back off of his shoulders. He curls his fingers into the material of your dress, quiet. Your lips press softly to his clavicle, dragging down the warm skin of his pec.

He closes his eyes and breathes.

“Just… wonder if I’m enough sometimes, I guess.” He rushes out with closed eyes and a firm hold on you, like you could be gone when he opened them again if he couldn’t feel you.

Eyes open, you pull away from his chest and look at him.

“Enough?”

His cheeks grow hot. He starts to bite at his lip, his eyes shifting to the carpet. He’s always messing up with what he says. There’s always a better way to say it, and he never realizes until after.

You can see his brain working away, battling itself as he criticizes his behaviour.

“I’m not — showy.” He stumbles for the words and sighs, leaning his head back. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say… I’m trying to say that I’m sorry that I’m not the kind of guy to sweep you off your feet in front of everyone.”

Oh. This is about Jake. Jake showing off on the dance floor with his new girlfriend, throwing her around like she was weightless and kissing her like he was about to fuck her right then and there.

Your lips quirk at the idea.

He’s quiet as you lean in again, starting at the divet between his collarbones and kissing your way across his shoulder.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want to be swept off of my feet in front of everyone?” You ask him, pulling the leather of his belt from the buckle and unfastening it softly. Bob watches you, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“No, maybe not, but — y’know, you deserve to be… shown off like that.” He mumbles, letting you undress him. He steps out of his slacks and turns you around, gently pulling down the zipper of your dress.

As it hits the ground and you turn to face him once more, he’s surprised to find you smiling at him. Grinning, almost.

“What?” He whispers.

“Sit down, cowboy.” You answer, nodding towards the edge of the bed. He frowns, but complies, perching on the edge of your shared bed. You drape your arms across his shoulders and straddle his hips, humming as you kiss him.

“If I wanted to be Hangman’s trophy, I could have been,” You shrug calmly and your fiancé wrinkles his nose at the thought. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He swallows, letting his open palm flow along the length of your back and down onto your ass.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I want you with me, but I wish… I wish I was more, for you.” Your wedding has been playing on his mind a lot recently — an entire day where all eyes will be on the two of you. You deserve someone who will shine as much as you do.

Kissing his mouth, his jaw, then his temple, you squeeze your arms around his shoulders and rock yourself just slightly in his lap.

“Do you want to know why I said I would marry you, Bobby?” You ask him, stroking a curl back off of his forehead. His arms hook firm around your waist, turning you swiftly and planting his weight on top of you. Mm, he hums.

You smile softly as he leans in to kiss at your neck, tenderly stroking your hair out of the way.

“You’re wonderful, and kind and handsome,” Is a relatively strong starting point, but doesn’t do much to sway him. He keeps on kissing. “Animals love you, which I love. You let me sit on your lap when you play the drums, which is really hot. Your handiwork has saved me from almost electrocuting myself so many times.”

He chuckles against your chest; that one is true.

“You remembered my coffee order the first time that you heard it. You still get scared when I sneak up on you. You took the time to teach me about the things you love, and learn about the things I love.”

Bob glances up at you from your navel, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, his palms smoothing along your thighs.

“You’re the last person I think about at night, and the first person I think about in the morning,” You tell him, stroking your fingers tenderly through his curls. He sits up and covers your body with his once more, kissing your mouth. Inches from his face, you lift your palm and stroke your fingers across his cheek. “You’re funnier than anyone I know, and I love that our inside jokes are just ours. So much of our life is just ours.”

He nods his head, his nose brushing your cheek.

“Doesn’t all of that sound like enough?” You ask him.

He leans in for another kiss, soft and slow, rather than answering you.

“You don’t have to be like those guys for me to love you, Bobby,” You decide, secure in the decision and equally secure in the ring that sits on your finger. His lips quirk softly as your legs wrap around his waist. “All I want is the way that you love me, and understand me, and all of you — for the rest of my life.”

Smiling finally, he nudges the tip of his nose against yours and kisses you deeply, pressing you down into your shared bed.

“That sounds like a fair deal.”

…

[melodramaslut]

drew being all over reader at obx premiere and he couldn’t wait until they got home so they sneak off and get caught by one of the cast members😫

you were too caught up in the way drew's fingers felt to realise the noises that were falling from your mouth, head thrown back as you stabilised yourself on the shelf stacked with cleaning products. each thrust of his pointer and middle finger had you spiralling, your dress hiked up as it sat bunched on your hips with your underwear dragged to the side.

"you gotta' be quiet my love..." drew drooled, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh of your neck. lips clamped together you swallowed back the groans of pleasure that were rumbling in your throat — it was all too much.

this was never on the agenda for the night; the premiere was meant to be filled with laughter and posing for photographs with drew's cast members and fans. but here you were — stuffed into a cleaning closet with drew's fingers knuckle deep inside of you as you struggled to keep yourself together.

it was the dress that had done it for him. the material hugging every part of you deliciously, the colour complementing your skin in a way that made you look ethereal. innocent touches quickly turned to ones that were hungry, drew's voice low and smooth as he ordered you to follow him. you knew deep down that you wouldn't be able to wait until you were home: the slickness between your legs had become hard to ignore as you followed your boyfriend dumbly, chewing the inside of your cheek as your brain fogged with the idea of what was going to happen.

the pad of his thumb was relentless against your clit, rubbing circles and figures of either against the bundle of nerves as he watched the way you came dangerously close to coming undone. you wanted more — your hips rutting in rhythm to his hand as you desperately sought the feeling of more.

his fingers didn't stop even when you heard people outside of the cupboard. nor did they stop their attack on that soft spot inside of you as you barely heard his name being called out, the beating in your ears deafening as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. and he definitely didn't stop as he wrapped his other hand at the base of your throat, incoherently spurring you on to cum — to make his fingers a mess.

it was only when the door handle jiggled and the sound of fists against wood echoed through the thick aired cupboard did he stop his movements altogether. a groan threatened to escape his mouth as he breathed shallowly, your ear tickled by the hot air that escaped his parted lips as you both awaited for the disturbance to pass. but it didn't.

"drew? c'mon, we know you're in there..." in your hazed daze you failed to recognise who it was on the other side of the door, your boyfriends fingers still sucked between your walls as you clenched. once, daringly, before he bit down on your shoulder, his tongue swiping across the thin layer of sweat that had clung to you during your filthy detour. neither of you said anything, not one word, as you listened to the shuffling outside, "we go in in ten minutes— don't be late."

it was a demand more than anything, your chest heaving as you whimpered at the feeling of drew's fingers dragging out of your cunt. you had been so close, vision still blurred as you tried to rearrange your dress in an attempt to hide what had just taken place. with his two fingers pressed between his lips he sucked the remnants of your pleasure, eye's seeking yours as he shot you an apologetic look, seeming somewhat awful at not being able to get you over the finish line. but you didn't care — your thumb stroking the beads of sweat that sat above his brow, giggling at the idea of actually being caught mid-act.

[bunnyhugs77]

Bittersweet Summer

Pairing: Jungkook x Original Character

Word Count: tbd

Content: head of operations! jungkook, emotional attachment, oc is the granddaughter of the founder, unlabelled fwb, suggestive themes, jungkook is the main character, heartbreak, vaping, mommy issues, toxic relationships, insecurities, indecisive oc, brief guitarist! Jk, they have a special spot :( love at first sight? implied that oc is a woman of colour, no toxic masculinity here!!, sexual themes, landscaper! Jin and head of hospitality! Namjoon support group, jealousy, oc is thicc, sneaky links, manipulation, oc has her tongue pierced.

Other Content: multiple smut scenes, switch! jk, lots of making out, overstimulation, jk cries? switch! reader, slight brat! oc, size kink, sm praise, body worship, jk is so pussy whipped, minor spanking, hair pulling, closet sex, skinny dipping, oc is bold, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), begging, hickeys, outdoor sex, jk risks it all for some kitty, minor choking, finger sucking.

Under the golden midday sun, the golf course sprawled out before Jungkook in a picturesque panorama of lush green fairways and shimmering ponds. It was an ordinary day on the links, with golfers in their crisp attire moving about, but something extraordinary was about to unfold.

As Jungkook concentrated on his task at hand, the rhythmic clinking of golf balls echoed around him. He'd been working at the Hamilton Hills Country Club for quite some time now, but today was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he heard the distant hum of a golf cart approaching.

Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened, and time seemed to slow. There, gliding gracefully on the golf cart, was the sexiest, most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Your sun-kissed skin gleamed like polished bronze beneath the vibrant rays. Your long, buoyant curls caught the sunlight, casting a radiant halo around you.

You were a vision of elegance and allure, your attire a perfect blend of sporty and sophisticated. As you rode beside your father, who was concentrated on the path ahead, you exuded an air of effortless confidence.

Jungkook's heart quickened, and an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. The golf ball fell forgotten from his palm as he watched you, mesmerized. The world around him blurred, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just him and this captivating woman whose stolen his heart from a single passing.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated not only by your beauty but by the grace with which you moved. It was as if you held the secrets of the summer in your being. The very smile you flashed his way before passing him left him intoxicated. His heart was sweetly poisoned.

As your eyes briefly met, a rush of emotions coursed through Jungkook. It was a mixture of awe, admiration, and a tinge of nervousness. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure on this ordinary golf course.

In that brief, stolen moment, as you glided past him, Jungkook's world had shifted. The memory of that encounter would linger in his mind, setting the stage for a story he could never have predicted, a Bittersweet Summer.

Coming Soon

[valentinetypewriter]

Pleasant Intrusion

Wolfstar x reader

Main Masterlist // marauders era masterlist

Y/n catches Sirius and Remus messing around in her room and rummaging through her closet

Warnings: implied smut, making out, perverted teenage boyfriends. Also I suck at naming fics, and writing anything explicit or intimate

Word count: 1,989, this is just a short fic

Sirius and Remus had finished their last class of the day when they decided to head to their girlfriend's room. Upon entering they found it empty, which seemed odd to them since Y/n would always be up here on Thursday's, having finished her last class almost an hour before them. Remus was planning on leaving to go and look for Y/n when Sirius had decided to take a seat on her bed "Let's just wait for her here, she shouldn't be too long" Remus just shrugged, taking a seat next to the black haired boy. He grabbed one of the few books on Y/n's bedside table to busy himself as he waited. Though Sirius was not one to wait, he started to get fidgety after sitting for only 5 minutes.

So he took it upon himself to start rifling through his girlfriend's stuff. "What the hell are you doing?" Remus questioned, watching his boyfriend pull out a pair of lace underwear from their girlfriend's closet "just taking a look, that's all" as much as he tried to be convincing in his tone, Sirius didn't do much to hide the fact he was shoving the panties into his back pocket. The tall Werewolf just sighed at his actions "she'll be pissed if you get caught" Sirius just laughed and shook his head, continuing his search through Y/n's stuff "you see darling I don't plan on getting caught" he made eye contact with Remus before throwing a matching lace bra at the sitting boy. The tall boy's face burned red as he held up the bra. He had seen Y/n in it before, it was the matching set she wore when she was planning for an intense night with the two boys. It was a dark red colour with black lace and a small heart bead in the centre. Remus threw it onto the bed next to him, trying to ignore the blood that's starting to rush downwards.

He looked around the room to distract himself and his eyes landed on an enchanted photo on the bedside table. It was a photo taken about 4 months ago and it was of him, Y/n and Sirius celebrating their 1 year anniversary. The three of them were smiling brightly, Remus stood in the centre with his arms wrapped around his two partners as they both shoved their faces into his own, smothering his face in kisses before looking back over at the camera. Remus gently picked the frame up and smiled at the photo, gently rubbing off a slight layer of dust. Sirius threw himself behind Remus and lent over his shoulder to examine what the boy was holding "you know that's my favourite photo of us" remus looked back at his boyfriend seeing a familiar glint in his stormy grey eyes "I especially like how red you face gets" his voice softened as he lent in to kiss Remus on the cheek. The boy's face instantly started burning up, the thing about Remus was that he was incredibly easy to make blush, especially when it came to his partners.

Sirius continued kissing over Remus's face before leaning into his lips. They deepened the kiss as Sirius's hands wrapped around his boyfriend's waist, gently pushing him down against the bed. The raven haired boy leant over Remus as he straddle his legs, sliding his tongue into the young Werewolves mouth. The two started moving against each other for friction, but neither dared to stop and undress. Maybe if he wasn't so caught up in the taste of cinnamon and smoke from Sirius's mouth, Remus would've heard the approaching footsteps or the door being gently opened and quickly closed.

"What the hell are you two perverts doing?" The voice of their beloved girlfriend rang out snapping both boys out of their trance as their heads shot up. No matter what they said there was no denying how perverted they must've seemed to their girlfriend. Sirius was sitting on top of Remus, lace underwear still sticking out from his back pocket for y/n to see. Remus on the other hand was burning red, his hair was a mess and his lips seemed swollen, a bra laying next to his head that just so happened to match the underwear in the stormy eyed boy's pocket. Sirius was the first to speak up "oh hello princess, we were just keeping busy while waiting for you to get back" a wolfish grin on his face, y/n looked between her two boyfriend's, the lace panties and the matching bra "Yes I can see that" her face reddening at the thought of the two rifling through her underwear draw then making out on her bed. "Care to join us, love?" Remus' voice had a whispered edge to it, still slightly dazed from Sirius. "Yeah ok, I guess you two depraved pervs deserve some company"

[percyjavksongf]

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 �� 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑’𝟐𝟏𝟑

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.

’𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞...𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬’

- 𝐋.𝐌.𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲

𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜

It’s been three months since Percy came back from camp and it’s getting harder to avoid him. At first when he messaged you off Sally’s phone, you had replied relatively calmly, telling him you were glad he was home safe and that you’d see him soon (a lie). Your first mistake was deciding to distance yourself from Percy the day before his birthday, making some lame excuse to avoid going to visit him at his apartment, you were sure the place was decorated a beautiful blue thanks to Sally.

You knew this whole plan would’ve backfired if you had gone, one look at his gorgeous sun kissed skin thanks to spending the Summer away at camp, his azure blue frosting coloured cheek after having his face playfully shoved into the homemade birthday cake. You knew that as soon as he looked over at you, smiling sweetly and beckoning you over with a false promise of not smearing your face with an equal amount of cake, that all that work you’d done over the Summer to finally get over him would be crushed.

The disappointment in his tone when you had explained that you’d agreed to babysit your neighbours kid was obvious, and it ate away at you the entire day you decomposed in your bed, but you convinced yourself you had to do it, you needed this to be done with. It was so overwhelming, one look from him sent your heart racing, romaticising every little interaction you had with him to the point that you’d convince yourself that it was real, his feelings for you were real. Until you’d stare up at the ceiling in your room deep into the night and pick apart everything little thing, until you’d finally decide that you were definitely over thinking everything and Percy saw you as nothing more then a friend.

“November 16th, 3 months” you whispered to yourself, sweeping away at the spilled coffee that currently painted the white tiled floor of your work, being a waitress at the coffee shop sounded super cute in the beginning but after a few weeks the novelty wore off, and now that the festive season was upon the city there was never much time to stop and breathe. You didn’t mind the rush sometimes, it kept your mind off everything going on in your life, but when you were on the closing shift, the strung lights and dazzling Christmas decorations covered the store in enchanting colour, it really gave you time to think and damn it sucked.

This time of year was always so special to Percy and you, you had made a tradition of having a joyous stroll around the city and pointing out all the best festive decorations, eventually ending up back at his apartment and over on his couch, laughing about whatever crazy shit had happened in the city that day. You sighed and tossed the mop bucket back into the cleaning closet, wiping your hands against your dirtied apron, moving towards the front door to lock up for the night. The sight of Percy standing outside your work ripped a gasp from your throat, he was standing with his back towards you but you’d recognise him with your eyes closed, you had briefly though to sneak out the back door but as if he could read your mind, sea green eyes met yours when he turned around to face you, giving you a small wave, one you weakly returned.Fuck,you were not prepared for this, you could still leave out the back, yeah it would be mean but the anxiety of having to face him after three months of no contact would be so much worse.

Sucking in a deep breath, you unlock and walk out into the frosty Manhattan sidewalk, quickly turning around to lock the door behind you without looking at him, you could feel his gaze on your back and it made you shiver, for as much as you didn’t want to see him right now, it felt so good to know he was standing only an arm reach away. Stuffing the keys into the pocket of you apron you turn to face Percy, it felt like all the air had left your lungs when you made eye contact with him, his dark curls had grown out slightly, tucking around his ears and falling into his eyes slightly, he was wrapped in a black puffer jacket accompanied by a knitted green scarf that covered his chin, you swear he got even more handsome since you last saw him, six months ago.

“do you have a coat?”

you blinked out of your daze and shook your head, shoving a small laugh out “no, I, um, I forgot one this morning. Running late you know-oh!” you should’ve known Percy would do this, throwing a spare coat of his over your shoulders before you could finish your sentence, he was aware of your inability to leave your apartment on time.

“thank you” your voice felt so weak, so unsure on how this evening was going to go, was he really going to ignore what you had done the past three months? The guilt was starting to eat you alive.

“s’ all good”

you move into a familiar routine and begin walking towards your apartment, which was only a block away from his. You could feel the quick glances he’d send your way and you selfishly prayed to the gods that he would ignore what had happened between you two, well, more what hadn’t happened between you two for the past half a year.

“so are we going to talk about it?”

there it was.

“about what?” you internally cringe at your response, totally the right thing to say, idiot. “what did I do? Please just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix this.” the slight crack in his voice felt like a stab to the chest, you’ve only seen him look so hurt back when you were kids, back when you’d console him during the aftermath of a fight with Gabe. But never had you expect to receive that same look. You stuck in a tight breath and stare over at Percy through your lashes, eyes pleading with his to understand, but why would he? You’d gone no contact for three months without even giving him a good reason why, you wished he was mad, even furious with you, you know it would hurt your heart so much less then the look of betrayal he was giving you.

“you haven’t done anything wrong Percy” you speak earnestly, it was the truth after all. It wasn’t Percy’s fault he didn’t return your feelings.

“then why have you been avoiding me? I keep coming up with all of these excuses like you’re busy with work or college but it just didn’t make sense, I- just, please. Tell me what I’ve done wrong so I can have you back”

The tears dancing in your waterline blur your vision for a moment, before your quickly wiping them off your chilled cheeks and blinking back the tears that threaten to spill again, this isn’t what was supposed to happen, he was meant to move on and pretend that this never happened, you were just a childhood friend who he hasn’t spoken to in awhile, nothing serious. You were foolish to believe this wouldn’t happen, Percy’s fatal flaw is literally loyalty, of course he’d come searching for you.

You rip the coat off and shove it back into his arms.

“I can’t do this right now Percy, I’m so sorry” your voice trembled as you let go of the coat, refusing to look Percy in the eye you spin on your heals and make haste towards the familiar path to the subway

“hey, wait! Please just-” you’re down the steps and far away enough to block out his voice, you know he won’t follow you, why? Because he’s Percy Jackson, a man who’s always known when to respect your need for space. You can’t help the ugly noise that escapes your throat when the tears come, this was all so stupid, stupid you for falling in love with a man like him, stupid, stupid, stupid. You let yourself cry into the apron of your uniform for a couple minutes before stepping onto the subway, you’re aware that with your swollen eyes and red nose that you probably look insane but you don’t care. None of it mattered, you’d lost Percy for good and that was that.

You rotted away in your room for the next few days, attempting to complete assignments and, again, staring up at the ceiling, who seemed to be your personal therapist at this point. You’d received dozens of missed calls from Sally Jackson, which was really Percy, each one you ignored. You knew deep down how dramatic you were being over all of this, it’s not like Percy would be disgusted if you told him how you felt, he’d put on a kind face and tell you he’s sorry but he doesn’t feel the same, but for some reason that sounds so much worse. You don’t want him to pity you.

Eventually your apartment became a bore and you wrapped yourself up in layer upon layer before shuffling out of your front door, to do what? You weren’t sure, anything to get your mind off of him.

The evening darkened quickly and your only source of light was the street lamps and festive decorations, you walked around Manhattan for what felt like years but must’ve been only a few hours, breathing in the chilly air and watching your breath come out in a dainty fog. You made your way to Central Park and strolled through the snow covered land, passing the Balto statue before settling on a park bench, you knew it wasn’t exactly the best idea considering how dangerous it could be after dark but you just wanted a few seconds of peace away from the hectic streets.

you leaned back on your hands and looked up to the sky above you, it always amazed you how it was being held up by one person, you remember how long it took Percy to convince you that it was true, and that he had held up the sky himself, motioning to the streak of grey hair that was now long gone from his dark hair. You decided to search around for a star, which was hard to do considering all the light pollution New York has to offer.

“you know, it’s dangerous to be out here alone”

your head snaps towards the voice and you let out a sigh of relief before sucking that panicked breath right back in.

“you stalking me?” you manage to squeeze out

Percy chuckles and shakes his head, you can tell his laughter is forced and it hurts your heart a little.

“nah I was just in the area, guess we both has the same idea. The, um, decorations are good this year, huh?” Percy stays the few feet away from where you’re currently sitting and you let your gaze drag over him, he was dressed in his favourite pair of baggy dark blue denim jeans and what looked like a good few layers of hoodies and jackets Sally had definitely forced onto him, his skin was still a delightful tan but was now accompanied with a red flush across his cheeks from the wicked chill of the night air. And in that moment for a reason you can’t pin point, maybe it was the familiarity that you missed, the way he still had the habit of picking at the loose ends on his jeans when he was nervous, or the fact that after all this time of you pushing him away and leaving him completely in the dark that he still manages to find you, and have nothing mean to say at all.

You don’t realise you’re crying until Percy’s rushing over to you, kneeling before you and squeezing your hands tightly in his glove covered ones. Apologies are flying out of your mouth but you’re sure it doesn’t make any sense, you keep going until you feel one of Percy’s hand cup your cheek and wipe away the tears that race down it.

“shh, hey, hey. it’s ok, come on beautiful I need you to breath for me, ok? It’s alright” he’s whispering to you and it’s making you sob harder because after every shitty thing you’ve done he’s still looking after you, you finally settle down after a few more minutes, you can only imagine how red your face is after all that. Percy’s moved now so that he’s sitting beside you on the bench, his hand still holding yours. You manage to wipe your face before turning to look at him, his usually optimistic gaze was now laced with concern. You can’t run away from it now, you figure, best to just try say something to him, he deserves it after all.

“I’m sorry for missing your birthday” you sniffle out

Percy looks at you in shock for a moment before squeezing your hand tighter, turning to face his body towards you “is that what this is about? You know I’d never be mad at you over something like that, besides you said yourself that you were minding your neighbour’d kid-”

“I lied”

Percy shut up quickly at that, but stayed silent long enough for you to know that he’s waiting for you to continue.

“I lied about not being able to go because I couldn’t face you, not after spending the whole summer trying to not think about you, I tried so hard not to think about what you were doing, if you were safe or if, if you were thinking about me too” your tears were long gone but the evidence was still evident in your voice, “I spent the entire summer trying not to think about you and it ended up being all I did, because I was so scared- you make me so scared you know? You have this whole other world that I know I’ll never be apart of but it frightens me because I know how dangerous it is and how much it targets you and-” you let your voice crack for a second before continuing, “I just- I don’t know” your voice trails off and all confidence that you had mustered was now gone, you sat in silence and stared down at Percys shoes, noticing the green hue of his shoelaces.

“you know I thought about you everyday that I was at camp” you look up at Percy now, your intertwined hands now resting on his lap “I thought about you every single day, I kept thinking about what you could’ve possibly been doing, what you might’ve had for breakfast, did you still love that song you told me about before I left. I swear your name rolled around and around my head all the time, and with every fight I went in thinking, as soon as this is done I can go home and tell you all about it, but more importantly I wanted to know how your day had been, simple stuff that sounds normal but mean so much to me, because I hope that you’re answer is positive every time but I also selfishly wish you say that they could’ve been better if I was with you. Because that’s how I’d answer it, everyday this summer would’ve been so much better if you were in it.”

you continue to stare into Percy’s eyes, still in disbelief at his confession. Never would you have thought he’d come out with something like that. Percy had begun to grow nervous under you stare, his flushed face taking on a darker red, his eyes flickering between yours and your connected hands

“you know we have these strawberry fields? I know I’ve told you about them a billion times but when we had scarce few days off from training I’d go sit in them and think about taking you there, I know you’d really like it. And the amphitheater we all go to in the evenings, the Apollo campers sing around the camp fire and all that stereotypical summer camp stuff, I always thought you’d enjoy it”

you still hasn’t said a word when Percy finished his expressing his thoughts on taking you to camp half blood, the though of it made you feel calm, you knew it wouldn’t ever happen, only in the false reality of your mind could you ever visit camp half blood, but knowing it was something that if possible Percy would want to share with you, made your heart warm.

“I would’ve enjoyed summer a lot more if you were there, Percy” you whisper back to him, a slight fall of snow had begun around you and you swear the flakes of snow made Percy look more gorgeous than ever.

“you’re an angel, you know that?” the confidence is back in his deep voice and a shiver runs down your spine.

“I don’t know if I really deserve to be considered an angel after all of this” you laugh weakly, using your free hand to tuck away from your face.

“you’ve always been angel to me, I don’t think you could ever say or do anything to make me stop believing that” you take quick notice to how your bodies have subconsciously edged towards each other, the feeling of his knee pressed against the outside of yours felt heavenly. Percy’s hand was now free from the wool glove and was once again caressing your chilled cheek, his thumb trancing delicate patterns across the skin there

“I don’t love that song anymore, I have a couple new favourites” you copy the grin that spreads across Percys face, you shuffle closer to him and your practically face to face

“I guess we both have a lot to catch each other up on” he jokes back and you hum in agreement, lost in the way his usually bright green eyes are darkening quickly

“I avoided you because I’m falling in love with you” the confession comes quick and almost surprises you, but it felt right to say, it had been bashing around in your chest for to long and your heart needed a break. You don’t break your gaze with Percy, the only difference made however his hand hand sliding to meet your waist.

“I should start being more grateful to the gods, maybe they haven’t been as cruel to me as I previously thought, because I’m already in love with you”

his warm lips press against yours with no protest from you, the pull of his hands against your waist bring you toppling onto him and you laugh into the kiss, and despite the freezing weather that was most definitely going to make the two of you bedridden, the warmth of your bodies finally being reunited after all this time made it all worth it.

a/n: ok y’all i got a burst of energy and decided to finish this a couple hours before i gotta wake up for school💀 anyways hope you enjoy it, not my best but whatever im living for the winter romance trope rn, hope you all have a good day!! ❤️❤️

[dried-mushroom]

Omg can you please write about Lee Russell being mean to you in front of Gamby as like a power display or something but then when y'all get home (y'all are like Secretly dating since you're just a teacher) he's all nice and romantic to apologize?

YIPPEE I found another lee Russell lover! don't judge please I'm Australian so I have little concept of American education. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Lil angsty and implied sex

Be mean to me

Lee Russell x reader (well Christine sucks so she's not in this story)

Life was pretty peachy as a history teacher in North Jackson high school, you were stuck teaching from a range of boring topics to your either half asleep, barely listening or teacher pet students, except you were sleeping with the vice principal, Lee Russell. You couldn't resist that southern charm radiating off his tongue when he spoke those words on your first day as a teacher, in the parking lot.

"Mornin' Sweetheart, are you lost? The names Lee Russell, Vice principal of this very high school and you're way too fuckin' pretty to be a high school teacher."

After taking a good look at the lanky man who called himself the vice principal, you couldn't help yourself, and after promptly introducing you to your fellow teachers, he briskly walked you to the janitors closet where you both spent all morning. Obviously, you both knew this had to be kept a secret, boss and employee dating is a no-go, although that did not stop you both from being affectionate when no was watching, sharing a peck when you went to visit him at his office or the grasp of his hand on your thigh under the table at meetings or after work, where it was safe to be yourselves and you could lay together watching borderline cheesy romcom movies whilst Lee critiques his heart out.

You sighed contently as the bell for seventh period rang, the mingled voices of your 6th period ancient history class rushed out the door to their next useless class and you could finally relax and start lesson planning for the next 45 minutes. You let your hands run down your thighs, smoothing out your new dress (this but more teacher appropriate). You brought this specifically for Lee, you knew of his love for colours, hence his usually eccentric clothing choices, you knew he'd love the pattern on you. You couldn't help but smile giddily and walk out of the classroom, you knew you could easily finish the planning later and you'd rather spend the last of the school day with Lee.

You swiftly walked down the hall to administration, smiled sweetly at Swift, because you knew how rude Gamby was to her for no reason, and she didn't deserve that, like Gamby seriously needs a reality check in your opinion.

"Afternoon Miss Swift, I hope you're doing alright and Gamby isn't giving you a hard time, I was hoping to see Mr. Russell, I had to discuss long service leave with him."

"Oh, thank you miss l/n, vice principal Gamby is albeit rude, but I think he's getting better, and of course let me get the door for you."

You knew she wasn't stupid, and you assumed she knew about you and Lee secretly dating, but it was better to come up with an excuse and be safe rather than sorry. Smith quickly opened to door and shut it behind you.

"Well, hello there honey, I was expecting you- and what's this? isn't this a pretty thing?"

He shot up from his desk chair and sauntered over to where you stood, he placed his hands on your waist and whispered in your ear.

"I can't wait to rip that off you gir-"

Suddenly the door swung open, and Lee jumped away from you, 'of course Neal Gamby, you had to come fuck everything up." you thought to yourself, now awkwardly fiddling with the hem of your dress.

"Russell. We need to talk. Why the hell are you here Miss. l/n? I thought Wednesday 7th period was your planning lesson."

Before you could reply to Gamby, Lee interjected,

"Exactly, Scram Miss l/n, I don't need nor want you here, I have better shit to do, plus what the fuck are you wearing? you look like a fuckin mess, pick a goddamn colour."

Your heart sank, an uncomfortable tightness sat in your chest as your face flushed in embarrassment. You knew Lee being a dick to you was only a ruse to throw off other teachers and admin but, fuck it hurt, it hurt so much to have him speak to you in that way. You nodded your head and headed to the door,

"Open or closed Mr. Russell?"

Gamby responded for him, responding in a curt 'Closed.' leaving you to silently shut the door behind you. You walked out of the administration office before your eyes welled with tears, but you waited until you reached your classroom until you broke, sobbing quietly at your desk. You just wished you and Lee could act like a couple instead of the cold shoulder act he'd be giving you. With the mixed signals and nausea swirling through your brain, you grabbed your left-over paperwork and bag before leaving. Usually, you and Lee would leave at the same time, but you couldn't bear to see him at the moment, all your hard work, making yourself pretty for him and resulting in him publicly humiliating you was just too much.

The short drive home eased you a little but when you had to walk up those steps of your shared home, it just brought back that sickly tension. You unlocked the door and set your handbag down (another reminder of Lee since it was an anniversary gift). You kicked off your heels and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. You didn't bother to change and slumped into bed, fresh tears coming to your eyes, you didn't care whether you were quiet or not, sobbing yourself till you couldn't keep your eyes open.

Lee's POV:

He regretted the words as soon as they came from his mouth. He saw the hurt on your face, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot. He hated being a dick to you, hated it so much he hated himself for doing it. He realised he went way too far this time with you, and he really didn't want to lose you and couldn't help but fidget with his hands whilst blatantly ignoring whatever bullshit Gamby was bitching about.

"Sorry Gamby but I gotta run, not like you'd know what that is though. We'll talk about Brown tomorrow, now get the fuck outta my office."

Neal sighed, muttered some regurgitated insult but ultimately left. Lee rushed to grab his belongings and ran out the door, Smith tried to ask where he was off to in a rush,

"Sir, you can't just leave! where are you even going???"

When he pulled into the driveway, 'Thank God' he thought as he saw your car parked there. He got out, left all his belongings in the car, not a care. You were more important; you were the most important thing in his life. He opened the door and called;

"Shut the fuck up Smith, I can leave whenever the fuck I want and its none of your business where I am going."

Smith squeaked a reply, but Lee was already down the hall, he went to your classroom and groaned when he noticed a lack of you and your belongings. He ran to the parking lot, got into his car as soon as he didn't saw your car, without a doubt it was always parked next to his. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, he shakily exhaled, he knew he had fucked up and was hoping you were at home.

"Y/n baby, where are you? I'm so sorry about what I said."

The silence was nerve-racking, so after checking all the other rooms for you, he headed to the bedroom to check. There you were, peaceful and asleep, he couldn't have been happier. He walked across the room to the side to the bed you were facing, and sat gently on the bed, softly stroking your hair.

Your POV:

You slowly awoke out of a dreamless slumber to someone touching you. You flinched when you realised it was Lee, and you remembered everything that happened today. He felt your reaction and immediately pulled his hand away. He saw the tear streaks on your face and sighed,

"Y/n I am so fuckin' sorry; I should have never had said those hurtful things to you, you didn't deserve that, God, I don't deserve you. I didn't even mean them, I need you so much, and you do so much for me, and I take that shit for granted, please forgive me y/n, I love you."

You saw the raw emotion across his face and sat up, you could see the tears in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wipe the one away falling down his cheek with your thumb. You smiled softly and leaned into him,

"I forgive you Lee, and I love you so much. I don't think you meant it but what you said really fucking hurt, and this hiding our relationship is really hurting us, so please can we finally go public and not have to worry and hide anymore?"

"Thank you so much and fuck it! who gives a shit if you and I are together? whoever doesn't like it can suck my dick, I can't lose you honey."

You smiled, finally knowing you'd and Lee would finally be able to be yourselves without having hide and sneak around.

"You aren't losing me Lee; I wouldn't do that to you. Now kiss me, you idiot."

He didn't hesitate a second before crashing his lips into yours, your hands finding his neck before climbing into his lap. His hands sneaked around your waist bringing you even closer, you could feel his erection under you, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth. He broke the kiss to whisper,

"Well now how about I make do of my promise from earlier?"

The End

I hope this was good! please leave comments or asks if you enjoyed :)

[achilles-rage]

For Buck: 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

i love this prompt!! i'm so excited to write it<33

number 7 from this post: "finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)"

you're standing at the front of the room, holding your small glass of champagne between your hands as you look out at the crowd.

your father does these parties often; says they "help bring in more business." as one of the most important and rich men in the city, this is extremely important to him.

you're dressed in a long, silk dress, the perfect colour to match both your skin tone and your eyes, and your makeup is perfectly done.

you've never found these parties even remotely interesting, but at least there's good food and lots to drink.

when buck walks up to you with a smirk, you're slightly stunned. people usually come to these parties for your father, not for you.

"nice party." he says, letting his eyes travel down your plush figure, drinking in all your dips and curves on display in your dress.

you smile, nodding slightly. "yeah, i guess it is."

you're not sure how your conversation led to buck dragging you to the balcony that had been deemed off limits to the rest of the guests and pushing your dress up around your waist, but here you are, his hips thrusting into you at a relentless pace.

"wonder what your father would say if he saw you right now? taking my cock so well." he rasps into your ear, pushing your back harder against the wall as he holds one of your legs up to rest on his hip.

the only reason your father had invited buck was because he had been called to your father's work for a small fire, and your father had felt extremely grateful that nothing was damaged too badly.

"i think he'd probably kill you." you whimper, nails digging into the fabric covering his broad back as his fingers come down to lazily circle your clit.

"then we'd better be quick, shouldn't we?" he says in a teasing voice, his hips slamming into your as the head of his cock taps your cervix.

all you can do is nod in response, and you tilt your head back as he lowers his head to nip and suck at your neck.

you both fall over the edge quickly; the added risk of being caught adding to the pleasure. since this balcony is technically off limits to partygoers, you both know the only person that could possibly catch you is your father, and this has buck feeling animalistic as he fucks into your needy pussy.

he makes sure you cum first, rubbing at your clit sloppily until you're clenching around his cock and cumming with a loud whimper.

"where do you want it?" he asks in a low voice, and you look up at him in a daze, trying to focus on his words.

after a moment, you push him away, then drop to your knees and stick your tongue out.

he lets out a muffled moan as he begins to fist his cock, hit bottom lip firmly held between his teeth as he takes in the sight of your waiting for his seed so eagerly.

it doesn't take long until he's cumming on your tongue, watching you with cloudy eyes as you greedily swallow every drop of his release.

when you finally stand up and pull your dress back down, he smiles lazily, lifting a thumb up to wipe a bead of cum from the edge of your mouth and then bringing it to the centre of your lips. you lick his thumb clean with a soft hum, then give him a soft smile before bringing him in for a chaste kiss.

"we should probably go back inside before my father notices i'm gone." you whisper.

he nods, not wanting to let you go.

"yeah, we better go."

[hollowbait]

Started watching Bleach again as an adult because I saw a 100k+ fic and decided that in order to read it, I needed to understand the canon. Once I actually got into the canon I fell immediately in love with Urahara and got sucked into a totally different ship. This is that ship. And since I'm a firm believer that once you read over 100 fics for a ship in less 3 months, you need to make a list of your favouriters, here we are!

@uraharaichigo's current top 25 URAICHI FIC.

breaking and entering is a crime, you know (but i'd forgive you of anything) by Excalis | T, 4k | “Why do you keep breaking into my house?” Ichigo complained, in lieu of a proper response. It was best to not feed Kisuke’s ego. “I was sexiled from my own home,” Kisuke sighed.

Your Humble Offering (In The Mouth Of This Abandoned Church) by RayShippouUchiha | M, 10k | Ichigo, the man who took Kisuke’s crumbling self into both of his hands and pressed the pieces back together with a gruff sort of gentleness, dies.

the shore at dusk (there you'll find my heart) by Starsilver | M, 5k | Ichigo dreams of the heartbeat pounding of the waves and the taste of brine on his lips.

Alchemy by athena_crikey | G, 22k | Shiba Ichigo leads a boring, blameless life as head administrator for the Shiba Clan. Until one day, a mysterious repair shop moves in next door.

Brightest by athena_crikey | T, 8k | “You fill your life with colour and noise and friendship, Kurosaki-san. It’s a very impressive trait. You turn enemies into friends. I… I turn friends into enemies.” Urahara’s still smiling; bitter, brittle.

Madness of Monday by NotLonelyJustAlone | G, 7k | How… how… how? How do you explain ‘I’ve either gone mad or I’m reliving the same week and I don’t feel mad and everything happens the same but I remember it all and I can’t can’t can’t keep doing this please help please please please because even if I’m not mad already I can tell the road there is definitely shorter today than yesterday?’

Standing Over Him by NotLonelyJustAlone | T, 10k | “And you, Kurosaki Ichigo, are mine.” Ichigo without his powers, but not totally alone.

Bureaucracy Hell by Aliendel | G, 8k | Reizei Ariko was considered old for a shinigami. Useless in a fight, she’d been relegated to an administrative position at the Academy. She was content with her mostly monotonous life dealing with arrogant nobles and stupid brats. Until an orange-haired young man barged into it and turned her life upside down like he had so many others.

Fashion Faux Pas? by celestivian | E, 20k | Ichigo has a big party to go to, and nothing to wear. Out of desperation, he seeks out Kisuke for help. Kisuke, of course, delivers.

You Don't Have a Soul, You Are a Soul (You Have a Body) by FeelingFredly | G, 2.6k | Kisuke has a disregard for his own safety a mile wide and it's enough to drive Ichigo mad. This time he finds the shopkeeper unconscious but not alone, and the woman with him has some very interesting things to say.

Car by CheshireSense (cywscross) | G, 4k | Urahara Kisuke handles pursuit of a love interest about the same way he handles everything else: with needlessly convoluted plans carried out in the most roundabout way possible because straightforward just won't cut it for him. He's lucky Ichigo's used to it by now.

Guard by CheshireSense (cywscross) | T, 18k | Later, Kisuke will remember and tease, "Were you really obsessing over me, Ichigo? Oh my, I have my own personal stalker!", and get an elbow to the face for his troubles.

Skeletons in the Closet (and flowers by the window) by Sky_King | T, 51k | Kisuke has a plan. He always has, and he’s very good at seeing it to completion no matter what. But as he grooms that noble boy into the perfect weapon to defeat Aizen, he begins to regret ever pursuing this idea.

A Deep Drink by Mousieta | T, 9k | Ichigo is a grad student who needs help writing his thesis. And Kisuke…. well no one has ever asked Kisuke what he needs. Does he even know? Does it matter?

i've always been this way (please don't scream) by Mister_Fox | T, 5k | “Ever wanted to snatch a pigeon out of the sky and eat it?” Kisuke asks idly.

Fade to Crimson (I know your name) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 8k | Ichigo’s a relative newcomer at the Seireitei Shatterdome, but he’s settled into the steady pace of his work fine, even made some friends. There’s just one thing.

what is reality? (what is a lie?) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 15k | Sequel to what is a gift? (what is a sacrifice?). Kisuke promises to restore Ichigo's powers after Ichigo makes a sacrifice he doesn't expect, and this changes things when Ginjou starts sniffing.

Equilibrium Position by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 15k | He can't believe he has Aizen to thank for getting them together. Can you send fruit baskets to Mugen?

Feeling Horny by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 3k | When Urahara shoved Ichigo to Hirako to learn how to control his inner Hollow, Ichigo thought it meant Urahara wasn’t Hollowfied. He was wrong.

Ficlet February by nahnahnahnah | G, 20k | And he had faith, he did, that Ichigo would defeat Yhwach. That was a startling enough realization, that he would have faith in anyone other than maybe Yoruichi and Tessai.

Patience by floweringbloom | E, 4k | Ichigo needs to have more patience, but he's very good at being Kisuke's distraction.

Remember Me (I won’t wait) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | G, 6k | On November 6, 2022, 13:00, the world’s first VRMMO game «Brave Souls Online» officially opened its servers. On November 6, 2022, 15:37, Kurosaki Ichigo put on his NerveGear and entered «Brave Souls Online». On November 6, 2022, 17:30, the game of death began.

Every Second (I’ll be running) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | M, 25k | “You didn’t tell us your zanpakuto spirit is a giant sea serpent, Ichigo-san,” Kisuke says mildly. “Ah,” Ichigo says, shading his eyes with a hand. “Should I have mentioned that?”

For You, My Dear, I’d Wait Forever by PhishyFish | T, 27k | Everybody knew about the 12th’s lieutenant. After all, he made quite the striking figure. Wild orange hair, a permanent scowl, and power that clung tightly to his skin, it really was not an exaggeration that everyone knew him, or at the least, knew about him.

[ameliathornromance]

The Manor House: A Vampire Romance: Chapter 3

Your jaw dropped. If it were possible, it might have hit the floor. 

“S-Sorry?”

“You heard me.” The Lord’s smirk didn’t drop as he crossed his arms. “I want you to clean the entire Manor.” 

You stared at him. Is he being serious?

What made him think that you had the capability to do such a thing?

“But, that will take longer than a day!” You insisted, jabbing your index finger into your palm. “And, how am I supposed to do that all on my own?! It may be possible if there were others around, but-” 

“But there’s not.” The Lord grimaced, his tone condescending. “Best you get started now then, the more time you spend complaining, the less time you’ll have to actually get the task done.” 

And with that, he turned on his heel and made his way back up the stairs. “Where are you going?!” You ran after him, stopping at the bottom of the staircase. “You can’t just leave me to do all this!” 

“I’m going to bed. I woke up early to make sure you knew what you were doing,” Lord Baal yawned, “and I’m tired.” He turned back to you, smirk still on his face, “best of luck to you.” 

And with that, he vanished into the dark landing. 

You stood there for a moment, stunned. “That slimy-” You groaned, clenching your fists and turning to face the entrance hall. 

The sheer size of it weighed on you as if you were carrying pails of water, assisted by a carrying pole. 

“Right,” you said to yourself. He wants the Manor cleaned in a day? Fine.

After opening and digging around in some closets that the Lord hadn’t bothered to show you, you finally found some cleaning supplies.

A feather duster, a thin cotton cloth, a bucket and an old rag. You snatched them up, stomping into the entrance hall and dropping them to the ground with a clatter.

First things first, you’d get some damn air into the Manor. You tied the thin cotton cloth around the back of your head, covering your nose and mouth and set to work.

*

The day passed with record time. You were happy to discover that there wasn’t a lot of work that actually needed doing. 

Apart from the thick layer of dust, there was virtually nothing else you had to do to clean the Manor.

You chuckled deviously to yourself the entire time. The look on the Lord’s smug face when he saw your work would be golden.

You knew that the only reason why the Lord would set up an impossible task like that was to punish you. 

Even though your question about the lack of servants had only been out of curiosity, it very clearly annoyed him quite a bit. That would be the only reason why he gave you such a difficult job to do. 

You had to admit, perhaps you didn’t phrase your question in the best way possible, but that was still no excuse to try and work a freshly recovered injured person to the breaking point. 

Your anger floated away, just like the combination of dead skin cells and clothing fibres that you dusted out the window and into the blue skies above. 

As you beat the feather duster out the window - also using it as a chance to hammer out any remaining anger you had - you spied an overgrown, unkempt garden. It was at the bottom of the hill from where the Manor was built upon.

Even from the top floor - cleaning the first salon of the day - you could see the array of brightly coloured flora. 

You admired them for a moment, indulging in their disordered beauty, before realising that the Lord would probably have you tidy his garden next.

Sucking in a deep breath with a shudder, you gave a last, hard hit to the feather duster and continued on with your work.

Your mind drifted as you cleaned.

You hadn’t truly realised how quiet the Manor actually was. The eerie silence began to bare down on you, heavier and heavier as you cleaned.

Every now and again, a creaky floorboard would make you jump out of your skin, or the squeal of the underused door hinges would cause your eyes to dart around the room wildly, as if you expected something else to be in the room with you.

Once or twice, the silence even made you glance over your shoulder, sure that there had to be someone else in the Manor with you, besides the Lord. 

But there never was. 

As much as you tried not to acknowledge it, the thought of Lord Baal, being all alone in this giant house made your heart twinge.

Even if there were one or two servants around, he would have been a little less alone. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bitter if there were more people around. 

Loneliness can do that to you. Make you bitter. Mean. Cruel. 

You tried to push those sympathetic feelings away, but your thoughts always returned back to the Lord’s loneliness… Sometimes, people like that need compassion, rather than someone to challenge their authority.

Just as you had moved onto the bookshelves in the office, you sighed. 

The fresh air seemed to have blown away all the bad feelings you had. And with a groan, you tore off your protective cloth and stormed out of the office.

Although all you did was clean during the plague back home, that didn’t stop you from having empathy for the Lord.

And the flowers you saw earlier, had given you an idea.

*

When the Lord awoke the next evening, a satisfied smirk crossed his face, upon breathing in the same, old, thick, mouldy smell that he was used to.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to get all that work done in a day. The way Lord Baal saw it, there was nothing wrong with knocking someone entitled down a peg or two.

You’d asked him why a servant wasn’t attending to you, as if you were privileged to that kind of treatment, just because he pulled you off of that river bank.

Sure, it was true that he was the only person here in the Manor, but even so. The audacity of a commoner to ask for something like that was just so… 

He didn’t finish his thought as he dressed for the evening. It didn’t matter now, you’d served your sentence for that slight against him.

The Lord was willing to forgive your entitlement - after all, it’s not every day a commoner gets to live and serve a Lord in his own home - but you had to have at least done half of the Manor by now, right?

When he was dressed, finished brushing his hair and tying it behind the back of his head, he stepped out into the hall - only to recoil at the brick of fresh air that punched him straight in the face.

Lord Baal clasped at his face, hand over mouth and nose, wide eyed. 

After regaining his composure, he braced himself for the cleanliness that greeted him.

All the candles in his hallway had been snuffed out, the dripping wax the only indication that they had ever been lit in the first place. 

He made his way down the hall, eyebrows furrowed. At random, the Lord pounced on a salon door, flinging it open.

The same freshness came for him, the windows open, the curtains drawn back and billowing softly in the night breeze.

The Lord slammed the door shut. No. There’s no way…

He rushed to the imperial staircase and gripped onto the bannisters with all his might as he watched you rearrange a bouquet of flowers in a vase.

Sensing eyes on you, you cast a look at the stairs. “Oh, good evening.” You said, lightly. 

Lord Baal said nothing as he descended the stairs. The moon beamed down through the tall windows, curtains drawn back with carefully entwined matching rope.

“I did it. I finished all the rooms.”

The Lord expected you to be dishevelled. Ruined, sweat running down your brow, nearly in tears from the stress of trying to please him.

But you weren’t. 

“The games room?” Lord Baal said, quickly. “Did you do that?” He never went in there, still felt that he wasn’t allowed to, lest he get anyone else sick.

Even though he no longer had that sickness. Or that there was anyone to catch his illness. 

"Yep. And the front room, the office too.” With one final fluff of the flowers, you held the vase out to him. “I thought these might help freshen the entrance hall up... I found the garden was quite overgrown, so I thought I’d pick these and then get started on that tomorrow.”

Words escaped the Lord as he stared at the vase in your hands. He absently took the vase from you. 

“I… also wanted to say sorry.” 

“Sorry?”

“Yeah…” You pursed your lips. “I hadn’t realised that you’d been on your own for so long and didn’t realise that a question like ‘where are your servants?’ would be so insulting… So, let’s make peace for now, okay?”

It wasn’t just that you wanted to say sorry - you needed to stay here. 

The Witch Hunter was still out there… somewhere. Looking for you. 

When the Lord gave you no reply to your apology, you clasped your hands together awkwardly. “Well… I’ll go to bed now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, you left the Lord standing there, clutching at the vase.

Lord Baal’s grip tightened as he realised what kind of flowers you had cut: Peace Lilies. 

Hands shaking, he whipped around, looking in the direction you’d left in.

How dare you pity him

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[crackheadcola]

Got new smg4 and smg3 headcanons, cause I didn't like my old ones-

SMG4

HE IS A FUCKING CAT- LMAO joke- 

Has Autism, Separation Anxiety, insomnia, PTSD and Depression  5'9ft  Nicknames are 4, Four, Glitchy, Lil' Runt(gets called that from SMG3 and Bob) Bisexual (closeted), He/Him, Pining after SMG3(LMAO no surprise mf) Black messy hair, sapphire eyes, Right handed, Large scars littering his body from IGBP Carpal tunnel in right hand.

Likes memes, gaming, and YouTube.  Dude will forget what his rights and lefts are and will most likely ask the closest person which one is which. 

He has star glow in the dark stickers in his room cause he just likes them.  He'll also randomly start doing a kitty like smile with out even noticing cause this damn man is oblivious.  

When he's not making videos he will wear dresses or skirts as normal a outfit (Inspo on that headcanon from someone on tumblr)

Does have bad eye sight properly from just looking at screens all day and is to stubborn to get glasses cause he thinks he looks weird with them. 

Dude will randomly start chewing on his hair or gloves if he wants to feel occupied by something or will walk around in circles just wanting to do something. 

Loves to paint his nails (mostly blue or white) and likes wearing eye shadow cause he is a bit zesty.  

He will actually start crying if someone touches his hair or his stuff without asking. (Mario has done that multiple times cause dude keeps forgetting) 

SMG3

GAY BITCH- 

Has ADHD and Anger issues  5'10ft  He doesn't know if he's Pansexual or Gay.  Nicknames are 3, Three, Snitchy, Tsundere.(From SMG4 lmao) 24, He/Him, Pining after SMG4(Lmao gae)

 Black shoulder length hair, Pin-ish Ruby red eyes Mario calls him zesty for it, black goatee, small amount of chest hair and arm hair, purple button up shirt with the top 2 buttons unclasped, revealing a small amount of his neckline.

 Dark purple-black overalls, Grey-ish gloves with black cuffs and roman numerals spelling "3", Black combat boots with studs, and a purple cap with a skull emblem. 

Dude has multiple scars and burns from bombs and from IGBP, I mean dude turned into a full on monster thing!!

Dude just some how knows how to speak in Spanish fluently and will with no hesitation start saying the most flabbergasting things in Spanish(SMG4 knows a little and will punch SMG3 on the back of head for it)  

He lets SMG4 colour his nails, he only allows black and purple, one time SMG4 convinced him to let him paint his nails pink. (Cause other wise 4 is gonna cry and 3 doesn't want to deal with that shit- )

Loves listening to Odetari and 6arelyhuman, cause he loves both of there songs. 

He has fangs and sometimes likes to scare people by tricking them into thinking he's actually a vampire and will suck there blood.

Does like watching SMG4s videos, he'll leave something stupid in the comments so it doesn't seem like he doesn't have a crush on SMG4, but 4 doesn't give a damn and will reply and say something teasing.   

[mastermindmiko]

Potions Partners (The final part)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

word count: 2821

Warnings: the ending, mentions of death, FLUFF, an emotional author's note at the end

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck feel free to check out my masterlist where you can also find all the parts to this series.

Requests are open

The chatter is too loud to her ears, and she can hear some shouts along with some whispers. She can hear a loud voice as she blinks her eyes open, feeling the bright light penetrate her eyes, causing her to frown. She hears her brother’s voice say, pointedly, “I told you to give her a bit.” 

“She was dead, and you’re unreliable.” Draco, she recognises

“Unreliable? says the death eater.” 

“I’ve never gotten revenge for all those cuts you gave me, you better watch your back-” 

“Stop bickering!” Hermione

“Is there any food here?” Ron asks, and she hears a slap, she assumes it’s Hermione scolding him. She opens her eyes and around her in a circle is Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco. She sees them all smiling and she frowns, “What are all of you so happy about?” 

“You’re alive.” Draco says, happily. She feels him squeeze her hands, comfortingly. She sees Harry glare at him and he folds his hands over his chest. Harry says, in a know-it-all tone that he’s surely picked up from Hermione, “I told you she would.” 

“What happened?” She says, sitting up, feeling her head swirl around her. Hermione was the only one being helpful, lifting her head up and supporting it with a pillow from behind her back. She sends her friend a grateful smile. Harry said, “You died then came back, just like I knew you would.” 

Harry sends Draco a pointed look at the end of his sentence. Draco rolled his eyes and instead focused on observing her, marvelling at her with loving eyes. She frowns, confused, “How?” 

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later when you’re not just back from the dead, but long story short, I died and came back and since we’re connected, you kind of just had an extra life lying around and you used it up, so no funny business.” Harry explains, and she nods her head in understanding. 

“Is he gone?” she asks, talking about Voldemort and grins break out on all their faces. Hermione nods her head, and a smile breaks out on Y/N’s face. She resists the urge of letting the tears of joy come out. Draco smiles and gives her a peck, not being able to resist her cute smile. Harry exclaims, “Woah, woah, woah. Stop with the public displays of affection-” 

“I swear to Merlin, Potter, I will kill you right now, and you won’t be coming back.” Draco threatens, standing up, gripping his wand. Y/N’s eyes widen and she grasps Draco’s hand, taking his wand out of his hand, and grounding him next to her. She sighs, “Why are you two bickering this much?” 

“Your brother was being an insensitive idiot.” 

“Your boyfriend was being a whiny git.” 

They both say at the same time then throw glares at each other glares. She ignores them both and turns to her sane friend and asks her, “Hermione, would you care to explain?” 

“When you died, Draco got all sad which is valid, but Harry was still bossing him around telling him to fight or do something rather than cry over your corpse. Harry kept telling Draco that you would come back, but he didn’t believe him so he turned his nose into a pig’s nose.” Hermione explains, helpfully. Y/N sees Harry rubbing his nose sadly while Draco looks smug. 

She looks around and doesn’t notice their surroundings. Her face comforts into confusion as she notices the weird appearance of the room. The walls are a neutral colour, but the dresser, closet and door were black. On the side of the room there was a bookshelf and on the other side there was a collection of records. She recognised them as her favourite records. She asks, “Where are we?” 

Harry, Ron and Hermione look at Draco who is a blushing mess. Draco looks to the floor and Hermione places each of her hands on one of the boy’s shoulders. She says, “Let’s leave them to it, boys.” 

Ron and Harry leave the room behind Hermione, but not before Harry turns and gives Draco a glare. Draco doesn’t pay him any mind and he grinds his teeth over each other anxiously. The door closes and she looks at him expectantly. He stutters, “Uh, r-remember a while after we broke up, after divination when I told you that I needed to talk to you.”  

She goes through her memories and nods her head. His blush turns a darker shade of red. She holds his hand in hope that it would bring him comfort, but instead it makes him more shy. He gives her a nervous smile as he continues, “Professor Trelawney told me that she made a prophecy and that we would end up together.” 

Her eyes widened at the declaration and he continued, “Well, after you didn’t talk to me, I kind of had a lot of time to myself. I had hope that we would get back together, and uh you know- spend the rest of your lives together, so I splurged a bit.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I bought us a house, this house.” Draco said, quickly, some part of him hoping that she wouldn’t hear the words properly. Her eyes widen and he rubs his hands over his face. He groans, “I know, I know, I’m moving too fast, but in my defence, everyone in my family got engaged at seventeen- not that this is a proposal because when I do propose, it’ll be much more romantic-” 

He cuts himself off when she reaches a hand to hold his face. She gives him a smile, and it’s loving and humorous. She lets out a chuckle and says, “Draco…it’s okay. Calm down.” 

He exhales loudly and he nods his head. She kisses him, and she can feel him smile against her lips. It doesn’t last for long, but when they pull apart, she brings her bottom lip between her teeth, and she says, “I don’t mean to ruin the moment or anything, but I don’t think I’m ready to get engaged any time soon. Can you wait?”  

“Darling, I was made for you. I’d wait as long as you’d like me to.” he says, and her heart flutters at his words. She waits a few moments then she says, “I might not be ready for that, but how do you feel about adopting a kid?” 

“Uhh” 

***

“Teddy, I swear to merlin, I will take away your broom, if you don’t come down here this second!” She shouts at him and he comes down the stairs with two big suitcases in each of his hands. He drags them down the stairs, causing loud thuds every time. 

She huffs at the loud noise and folds her arms in front of her chest. Teddy finally sets his suitcases on the ground but looks to find out that he’s being looked at disapprovingly. She taps her foot on the ground and says, “What do you need two suitcases for?” 

“To carry all my things because you’re giving me away.” he says with a fake pout that he uses on Draco all the time to get what he wants. She rolls her eyes and places the suitcases on the ground. The opens both of them up and finds that they’re both filled with only toys and books, no clothes except for one pair of underpants. She looks at him with a glare and he gives her a nervous smile. She huffs as she takes out the numerous toys, “We’re not giving you away, you’re going to live with Harry for a month then you’ll be back here with us.”  

“I don’t get why you’re leaving for a month.” Teddy grumbles as he helps take out the toys from the suitcase only leaving the toys that he absolutely needed, same for the books. The front door opens and Draco says, “Because I’m taking Y/N on a vacation.” 

“Why?” Teddy asks, as he goes to Draco. Draco just came back from work, sending in a notice that he won’t be able to work at the hospital for a month. Draco ruffles Teddy’s blue hair, and he lifts him up in his arms. He answers, “Because we got married.” 

“Why?” 

“Because we love each other, and she finally decided to day yes-” 

She looks up at him, standing up. Pointing her wand at the no longer needed objects sending them up back to Teddy’s room. She interrupts her husband and rolls her eyes, “you didn’t wait that long.” 

“I’ve waited for seven years!” he says, exasperated. “Everyone got married before us! But it’s fine, we did it now, no use crying over spilt milk.” Teddy giggles at Draco’s emotional rollercoaster of a monologue then he squirms a bit, making Draco set him back down. 

“Okay, Teddy, go upstairs and get some actual clothes. And only one suitcase.” She orders him and Teddy groans, angrily, stomping his foot then storming up the stairs. Draco wraps his arms around her from behind holding her hand over her stomach. He plays with their wedding bands and his green ring that’s still on her finger, except now it’s moved a finger. Draco whispers, “You’re too harsh on him.” 

“I am not.” she replies, sternly and she turns around to give his shoulder a light slap. He looks at her endearingly and he says, shrugging his shoulders, “I like the kid.” 

“I like him too, but the only reason you like him is because he’s like you!” she says, and presses her pointer to his shoulder. He raises his hands up, in surrender, but his lips form a smirk, knowing that she’s completely correct. She seethes, “You spoil him!” 

“I like the kid.” he repeats again, knowing that it’s going to get him nowhere. She rolls her eyes, and says, “It took Andromeda a lot of convincing to show her that Teddy would be in good hands, and you went and ruined him with your gifts. What type of seven year old has a broom and a mini quidditch pitch in their backyard!” 

“The type that I helped raise, my love.” he says, and he pulls her closer to him by her waist. He presses a kiss to her forehead and her frustration melts away. He whispers, “You should start packing, my wife. Did you tell the ministry that you’ll be taking time off?” 

“I just told Hermione to inform my boss.” she says, playing with his tie. He hums satisfied, and he presses a loving peck to her lips. He plays with a strand of her hair, saying, “I hear France is lovely-” 

“You would know, you’ve been there before-”

“Hush, my darling.” he interrupts her, pressing a finger to her lips. She reaches out to bite it away from her lips, but by now all of her reactions have become predictable and he moves his fingers away quickly, setting his hand on her cheek. He continues, undeterred, “We’ll spend a whole month together, alone, uninterrupted-” 

“I like the sound of that.” she says, and he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. They were interrupted by a scream. Teddy was standing with his clothes on the floor, he presumably dropped them, with his hands over his eyes. He shouts, “Couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes till Harry was here to take me?!” 

“Now, now, Teddy, stop overreacting. It’s fine.” Draco says, taking a step away from Y/N in order for Teddy to feel more comfortable. Teddy raises a finger away from his eyes and looks at them, sceptically. He then takes his hands away from his eyes. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them in the yellow bag he has. 

Teddy had nearly two of everything. One yellow, and one red, each to represent a colour of his parents’ house. Draco always internally wanted him to be a Slytherin like him, that he would rub off on Teddy enough for that to happen. Y/N always knew he would be a Hufflepuff. They had a bet. If Teddy was a Slytherin, Y/N would do anything Draco liked for a whole day, but if Y/N won, Draco would have to take her on a trip. 

The clothes Teddy brought weren’t nearly enough for a month, he loves to play which meant that he goes through clothes pretty fast. She looks at Teddy and asks, “Is that all the clothes you’ve got?” 

“No, I’ve got more. I’ll bring them down.” he says, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away, heading towards the stairs then he turns around to point at them both, threatening, “You two better be at least five feet apart when I get back.” 

He runs up the stairs and Y/N tells him to be careful. Teddy wasn’t down when Harry opens the door to the house and barges in, rudely like a true brother. He has sunglasses on. Teddy loved that Harry was an Auror, he thought he was so cool. Harry always made an effort to make him believe that more. 

“Potter.” Draco greets, and Harry takes off his glasses, folding them over his shirt, making them hang there. He quirked an eyebrow at him and replies, “Malfoy.” 

“Female Potter-” Harry greets his sister, and Draco tuts as he makes his way towards his wife. He looks at Harry with a smug grin as he wraps his arms around her waist. Harry glared at him before Draco said, “Wrong. It’s Malfoy, now.”  

“Y/N Malfoy. Has a lovely ring to it, doesn’t it?” Draco teases Harry, watching as Harry’s eye twitches as his hands stay beside him, fisted. The teasing made her laugh at her brother’s expression, but made her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. They hear Teddy stomping down the stairs, he grumbles, “Hey! What happened to being five feet apart?” 

They turn to look at him, making him notice the new person that has appeared behind him. Teddy’s face turns into a grin, and he once again drops his clothes on the floor, causing Y/N to sigh and runs to Harry. Harry lifts Teddy up over his shoulders, holding him by his ankles and for a second mid-lift she was sure Teddy would fall. She took a few steps forward and seethed at Harry, “Be careful.” 

“You worry too much, Y/N.” Harry laughs as Teddy starts playing with his hair. Teddy takes Harry’s glasses from his shirt and puts it on his head. They were way too big for him, and it makes him look adorable. Teddy folds his arms over his chest, and repeats in a deeper voice, trying to be more like Harry, “You worry too much, Y/N.” 

“Is his bag ready?” Harry asks her before she could scold him, and she looks back to find Draco fixing his bag for him. He hands the yellow suitcase to Harry. Harry hoists it up easily with one hand and he turns around with Teddy still on his shoulders. Y/N said, “Bye Teddy!” 

He lifts his hands up to wave at her, and Harry takes a few more steps before Teddy starts shouting and squirming on top of his shoulders, “Wait! Wait! Put me down.” 

Harry sets Teddy on the ground and he runs back inside the house. He hugs Y/N first and she wraps her arms around him, tightly. She presses a kiss to his head, and she doesn’t let him go. Teddy struggles for a second before stopping and saying, “It’s Draco’s turn now.” 

“Draco can wait.” She says, firmly as she starts patting Teddy’s little head, watching as the blue colour starts to turn to pink, he’s shy. Teddy slips from her grasp by falling to the floor, escaping her tight grip. He gives Draco a hug and Draco ruffles his hair. Teddy waves goodbye another time then he walks out the house. 

Teddy gets into the magic car that Mrs Weasley gave Harry as a wedding gift and Y/N watches as they fly away. She sighs, sadly, and Draco goes to wrap his arms around her in a hug from behind. He sways with her from side to side, hoping that it would calm her down. She rests her arms on his own, and he holds his hand. 

“You know, you wouldn’t have to worry about him if there was someone else with him, so they could look after each other…” Draco trailed off as his hand moved down to her stomach. She grabbed his hand and pressed a loving kiss on it with a smile. Draco’s face brightened, expectantly before her smile dropped and she patted his hand twice, “I’m not getting pregnant Draco.” 

She walks away and he frowns. She climbs up the stairs, planning to start getting her packing done. He could hear her footsteps get distant when he shouts, “It’s fine! I can wait another seven years.” 

an: my god. I wrote this a while ago and now I'm editing it also a while before I post it, but, my god, I just love this thing so much, especially this chapter. There were so many times when I thought that this part could be better, but's just the perfectionist in me. I loved writing it from the first chapter to the last chapter, and I hope you loved reading it too. Y/N and Draco broke up and got back together a lot, trust me, I'm aware, but I hope you enjoyed them in both their ups and downs. If you read all the way till the end, I just want to say thank you. I can't believe that this story is over, every time I restart reading it for editing reasons, I get so attached and I feel my heart break every time I reach the end. Once again, I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it, and thank you for reaching the end of this journey with me, it's a small journey, but that doesn't mean it meant any less to me.

[angel-sweets666]

Sweetheart~

The creature x fem!reader

a frilly pink outsider from New Orleans finds a undead love sick man, and doesn’t know what to do with him! chapter one Warning: swearing, possible drug use, murder.

word count 1,325

A/N HIIIIIII, I sent an ask to a writer on here a few days ago and I had the idea to write the fanfic myself! just thought it would be cute and I wanted to try and write it in my own style! This is gonna be in multiple parts in a series! Hopefully about ten parts maybe more with some one shots in between while writing (by the way I haven’t watched Lisa Frankenstein yet because it’s not out in Australia so im obviously going to be missing a few parts, I’ll try to fit them in as flash backs)

It had been a few days since *name* had found The creature, he broke into her room after leaving her mother’s rosary on his grave. Since then *Name* had been keeping him hidden away from her family in her closet, however trying to hide him from her snoopy step sister, taffy; seemed to be easier said then done. change of pov

“I mean! Is it so weird to drink milk from the carton?” You asked this zombie thing, he stared at you then shrugged “your soooo much help…” you rolled my eyes. “So like… is it peaceful down there? In the grave?” You questioned him, he slowly groaned and shook his head; his way of saying no “I would ask what’s it like but I’m far too lazy” you giggled, placing a joint into your mouth then turning your head to look at him. The creature looked disapproving, but as of right now he couldn’t show much emotion; he didn’t have eyebrows and was missing a hand and his ear. “What? People smoked cigars in your day. You probably smoked cigars!” You exclaimed, he groaned and reached his good hand to try and “confiscate” your joint “ah! No. This was a good $30.” You pulled your hand away “I’ll quit, trust. Anyways, WHAT DO I WEAR TO SCHOOL” you groaned

You ended up finding an outfit that both you, taffy and the creature agreed on. A light coloured (your choice) wool sweater, a black mini skirt, some black leggings, white leg warmers and black Mary Jane’s with little bows on them with your hair curled and in a half up half down with a bow. This frilly pink style often got you picked on and snickered at by your peers, you looked like THE biggest girly girl in the whole world. It was 1989 and you weren’t exactly the most popular.

in the car

Taffy grinned to you “soo… anyone you think is hot yet..?” She giggles “Uhm…. No” I chuckled “oh.. that one guys kind of cu-” “WHO TELL ME RIGHT NOW, NO WAIT DONT TELL ME, NO WAIT DO. DO TELL ME” she squealed into your ear “that uh.. micheal Trent guys kind of cute” she made a face “eaugh….” (Honey you slept with him…..) “what..?!” You yelled “WHY HIM?” “CAUSE HES A CUTIEE” “whatever you say” “I do say, I do” you rolled your eyes “yk most sisters are supportive right?” You told her “Mkay, they support good decisions” she said as she turned a right the car “schools to the left taf’” you reminded her “I wanna get some iced coffee” she said like it was nothing “WERE GONNA BE LATE” “SHUT UP NO WERE NOT JESUS H CHRIST”

after school (sorry for all the time skips but this is a creature x reader not let’s watch taffy and reader argue about coffee)

“uGHhhHhH school suckeds” you groaned as I walked into your room, slumping against the wooden door resulting in it shutting, the creature looked at you with furrowed brow, confused by the statement “yes they let girls go to school. It’s 1989 get with the times” the creature groaned and lifted its hand or rather lack there of “I can’t.. I can’t just get you new parts…” you told him, shrugging. He threw a little zombie tantrum, groaning and flopping onto the bed“calm down calm down!” You yelled as you tried to hold him down, grabbing his upper arm to hold the undead man in place “look I can’t get get you new pa-“*NAME LAST NAME*” a horrible screech came from your step mothers throat, clearly trying to pick yet another fight. “Go go go” you said quietly as you ushered the creature into your closet, shutting the wooden door in his face. “…yes..?!” You replied to her, she opened your door “what.. the hell.. is wrong with you?” She gets into your face “what I do?” You looked confused to her “you’re talking to yourself, throwing things. You lied to us telling us our house got broken into! That was fine china you threw!You’re going crazy aren’t you? Trying to get the towns attention because you had your old towns attention? Your nothing but a joke, a mentally ill joke.” She snaps “huh?!” “You know what I’m going to throw you into a mental facility, just to get rid of you…” you gasped, shook your head and backed away slowly “no…” you whispered, trying to avoid such misery “yes.. impatient lock down!” You gasped again “special socks n all” suddenly, a loud smack and a sickening cracking noise. The creature had grabbed the old sewing machine and slammed it onto Janet’s head “oh good lord..” you backed away and began to whimper, the creature waddles towards you and tried to hug you to calm you down, wrapping his strong but cold and dead arms around you. You whimpered and cried since now you felt like your responsible for a dead woman. He pulled away from the hug, made a groan then twisted his body towards the night table and grabbing the scissors off it. The creature leaned down and slowly, sliced off Janet’s pierced ear. The red blood poured down her makeup caked face, going down with the blood she was already gargling up and onto the carpet. The creature stood up, and held up the blood covered ear, offering it to you. With shaky hands you slowly grabbed it “d-do you want me to Uhm.. uh.. oh god…sew it back on..?”

The creatures cold and curly haired head laid in your lap, as you secured Janet’s now amputated ear to the left side of his head, double checking it was inline with the rest of his head and in the right spot for his side burns. “I don’t think.. can you hear out of it..?” You asked, yanking at the ear “can you feel it?” You questioned the undead man again, he groaned “okay yeah I forgot you don’t have a tongue.” You sighed

(flash back)

“maybe you wanna try laying in my tanning bed? Get some colour in ya?” Taffy suggested as she pat your cheek “I’m good, that thing would electrocute me.” You chuckled as you applied lip gloss, trying to get ready for a party that taffy was going to drag you to then have to take you home early like she always did. “Cmon! You’ll look good.. trust me” she smiled comfortingly “okay fine.. pass the sunscreen” you decided to humour her, holding your hand out for the plastic bottle of spf. As you went to lay down in the tanning bed, a spark hit you, then two, then three. Then…. Crack . It electrocuted you “TAFFY!” “okay I’m really sorry you got electrocuted earlier, I didn’t know it would do that .”, you huffed disappointingly

you ended up getting harrassed that night by a short guy called Doug, he kept trying to hit on you and sexually assault you. He made you incredibly uncomfortable

end of flash back

“Didn’t you say you were killed and brought back by a lightning strike, maybe electricity can add things to you!” You squealed in surprise as you rushed him down the stairs and into the magenta tanning bed. Your hand reached towards the crank, putting it into a certain level and then stepping back to see if it would work. Sparks flew in all sorts of directions, left right and centre. “Please don’t be hurt please don’t be hurt” you begged quietly, then a ding! Like an oven saying it’s finished baking, our little zombie boy was finished baking! As you opened the lid and he slowly, but hilariously sat up like a vampire. You decided to see if he could heat “can you hear me!” You yelled and he groaned “can ya?! Yeah!?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?” you kept yelling and he kept groaning. “OH MY GOD IT WORKED! HOLY SHITTTT” you clapped excitedly.

a/n sorry it’s short it’s one of my first fanfics, I hope you enjoyed and tell me if you want some more!

[braveclementine]

October 1: Gun Kink (Chamber) ❤️

Warning: 18+ readers only, teasing, gun kink, pet names, french language (translated to the best of my ability [aka google])

Notes: Chamber's Cannon name is Vincent, hence the name difference.

Copyright: I do not own Chamber/Vincent or any other Valorant Agents/Characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"Look, I swear zat it'll be safe Y/N." Vincent says in a serious voice while you kept your lips tucked so you didn't laugh in his face. "And if you don't want to do it zen-" 

You grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you on the bed, his voice trailing off. "Vincent." Your voice quavered, revealing that you were on the verge of laughing, "I know you'll make it safe. I look forward to this little date idea." 

Vincent flushed and you smirked, kissing the tip of his nose. "You're adorable when you get all flustered." You teased. 

He made a noise of protest in the back of his throat, but didn't respond. Instead, he kissed you on the cheek and went back off to work and you decided to relax for the rest of the day before tonight. 

Once it grew later, you decided to wear Vincent's favorite colour on you- pink- and dressed in fancy lingerie. It was a full body suit, but it was crotchless and also had to small cups for your breasts. Then you laid out on the bed on your side, knowing you looked drop dead gorgeous. 

Just as the clock hit eight-thirty in the evening, the door to the apartment opened and closed. You heard his footsteps tread to the kitchen first, then to the closet where he stored whatever it was he brought with him. It took him five minutes before he entered the bedroom and you heard his footsteps stop dead. 

"Hello Mon prince." You murmured, opening your eyes, making sure to flutter your lashes just the right way. You had been wound up all day and you wanted to work him up. "Good day at work?" 

Vincent dropped his small work bag and took two long strides to the side of the bed, climbing onto the edge, crushing his lips to yours. You hummed back happily, running your fingers down the front of his chest, flipping open the buttons on his blue vest. You smiled, watching the bullet-shaped buttons fall loose from their holes, sliding the blue vest off of his shoulders. 

"You look magnifique, mon amour." Vincent purred deeply, knowing how worked you got up when he spoke to you in his native language.  [Gorgeous, my love]

You pulled his multi-coloured tie away from his throat and started to unbutton his white button up, while he ran his hands across the pink lingerie, his fingers dipping down into your fluttering- as Vincent would call it- chatte.  [Pussy]

You heard the familiar sound of Vincent calling his gun from the golden tattoos that littered his body, melting into a singular pistol. It had a white handle with a large barrel that was a mix of black and gold. 

He ran the cold metal across the underside of your jaw and your lips parted on their own, hands freezing slightly as you were half-way done with sliding his shirt off of him. 

Vincent jerked his arms back, letting the white cloth float to the ground, before grabbing the back of your head. The two of you slipped from your sweet gentle demeanor into the more harsh, dominant play the the two of you preferred. 

Vincent kept a tight hold on your jaw, running the pistol up until it touched the corner of your lips. "Open zat mouth of yours mon amour." 

You dropped your mouth open, letting him slide the gun inside of your mouth just a few inches. The two of you kept strict eye contact so that the two of you knew that you were okay with this. Vincent let out a deep breath and you started to run your tongue over the gun like it was his cock. 

It was cold to the touch of course with a metallic taste like pennies. You closed your lips around it, starting to suck on it. You bobbed your head up and down at first while Vincent just watched with lust lidded eyes. 

Then Vincent came to his senses and grabbed your head again, holding you still while pulling the gun out and pushing it back in on his own. You just focused on running your tongue against the cool metal, especially the golden ridges, knowing that Vincent could feel it just slightly since these guns were a part of him. 

"You're so beautiful." Vincent panted, looking almost pained as he looked down at you. You lightly grabbed his wrist and bobbed your head back up and down and Vincent cursed under his breath. 

Vincent pulled the gun away and pushed his hand down to put your back against the bed. He trailed the gun down your body. You felt the cool tip circle your peaked mamelons. You stifled a quiet moan, but Vincent tsked, tapping your lips with the gun now. "Don't keep quiet Ma reine. I want to hear zose gorgeous noises."  [Nipples. My Queen]

He slid the gun down your body once more, before circling your clit with the tip of the pistol. His fingers slipped underneath, finding you sopping wet. He pushed two fingers into your cunt, his gorgeous brown eyes darkening a little bit, pupils dilating. 

"Please?" You begged, reaching a hand down, pushing the pistol against your cunt. "Please Monsieur?"  [Sir]

Vincent groaned, "You know how I get when you speak French. Putain, tu vas me rendre fou." [Fuck, you're going to drive me crazy]

"I just want you to fuck me." You begged. "Even if it's just with the gun." 

Vincent went off on a mumble of french words that you couldn't keep up with nor understand. But judging by the hungry look in his eyes and the erection straining against his dress pants, you were sure you knew what he was saying. 

"Okay belle." Vincent whispered, running the gun tip against your clit again, his fingers fucking you slowly, pulling sweet whimpers from you. "You be a bonne fille for me and spread zose legs."  [beautiful. Good girl]

You let your legs fall to the sides, leaving your cunt completely open to his desires. Vincent breathed out, running a single hand through his hair, before getting back to work. He knelt before you and said, "I can't see your face, so you use your safe words immediately if I hurt you, understand?" 

"Yes Monsieur." You said firmly to show you understood. 

"Bonne fille." Vincent murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You felt the cold metal at the opening of your pussy, before you felt the base press in, your cunt giving way. You gasped, arching a little in protest. It wasn't that the gun was super big, but the awkward square-ish shape of it was slightly uncomfortable. 

You braced yourself against the bed, while Vincent slowly started fucking you with the few inches that he had pushed in, warming you up inch by inch. 

"How are you doing mon amour?" Vincent asked softly. 

"Vert, Monsieur." You answered breathily.  [Green, Sir]

"Bonne fille." Vincent whispered. He continued to fuck you slowly with the gun while you concentrated on how it felt, ready to tell him 'Rouge' if it got to tough. But, all you felt now was the slightly awkward shaping of the gun, sliding against your sweet spots. It felt good, though  not as satisfying as Vincent's cock.  [Red]

Vincent suddenly pulled the gun out, setting it down on the bed, before undoing his dress pants, pulling your legs up around his waist, sheathing himself inside of you. You let out a cry and he panted, leaning over you. He picked the gun up again, moving it against your lips, which you parted instantly. 

Tasting yourself on the dangerous weapon was more erotic than it should have been. Your senses went haywire, your tongue wrapping around the metal shaft while Vincent started thrusting into you at pace with your tongue. This incentivized you to speed up your tongue, which Vincent matched easily. 

"Vincent!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you, triggering a trickle of liquid start to seep out of you. The gun was back in your mouth and you hummed, sucking on the metal, taking it as a sign that you were allowed to cum. 

"Zat's it mon amour." Vincent moaned himself. He looked beautiful, his head tossed back, face slack as he released inside of you. You whimpered, chatte clenching tightly around his coq. You released a second time, sucking on the gun.  [Cock. . . (I think?)]

Vincent collapsed on his side next to you on the bed, the gun disappearing as it became a part of him again, fresh golden tattoos crawling up his arm and down the back of his shoulder. You rolled over to curl into him and he lazily wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. 

"I fucking love you." Vincent murmured. 

"I love you too." You smiled into his shoulder. "And we're totally doing that again." 

"Agreed." Vincent rumbled. 

You smirked and then leaned up to tease him, whispering against the shell of his ear, "With the bigger gun."