#tight or dont MMMM it can stay

[rosemaeridream]

ill beg like the whore i act like for office siren aeri..with the bun decorated with disobedient strays. Thin rectangle rims propped lowly on the bridge of her nose. Obscenely tight pencil skirt with a slit over the sheer black tights decorating her slender legs. White button down…parted collar open enough to tease the view of her sharp collarbone and a peak of her soft tits.

mmmm delicious office siren

-🥐 describing my DEEP desire for seductively soft spoken woman in tearable tights and yummy looks

Ps..Pls hand over your ideas about this woman ASAP pls

now hear me out,, HEAR ME OUT- fashion magazine editor-in-chief!aeri and assistant!reader (if that sounds familiar, no it fucking doesn't) whose payslip rises exponentially when they're tasked with an extra little job for aeri – to be her personal lap-dog, iykwim,,

aeri barely even sees you as a person, just a tongue under her desk to get her off on stressful days or after a successful issue has been released or when her male colleagues are getting on her nerves or whenever she bloody well wants one

then slowly she starts to notice things about you,, getting stuck on the way you eat a tub of yogurt while scheduling her appointments, the pink of your tongue covered in white then gone then back to pink again; taking you to milan fashion week w her and dressing you up like a doll, just to take it all off in her suite after hours and sit on your face until she passes out

you seriously start acting like her pet without realising, only knowing that when she gives you that hooded look over her frames, she wants you down on your knees within the next two minutes,, one time before she could finish all over your tongue, you plunge two fingers into her hole and she can't hold it any longer, making a mess of your blouse and your makeup so she shuffles you to her bathroom to clean up – she blatantly stares at your lingerie and the cut of your bra – she asks you what make and drags her thumb over the lace of the cup, patiently waiting for an answer but never removing her eyes from your cleavage

makes you model as her personal mannequin because she just 'loves your body type', keeps you changing clothes and writing notes for hours, occasionally standing and running the end of her pen against one panel or another, watching the way the clothes ruffle and fall over curves

eventually starts to increase your workload so you'll stay later and she can play around with you more – keeps a strap in the locked bottom drawer of her desk and makes you wear it so she can sit on your lap and grind down on it while she inevitably scraps an entire four-page section of the upcoming issue just because she's too pent up and irritated that you wont move your hips

(aeri hitting you with a "that's all." after she cums dont even PLAY WITH ME)

ohhhh i could go on and on about her for days mfgmhfghmgh

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I'm taking an evening run along the edge of a wooded area in town when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, a sludgy feeling filling my stomach when I realize I'm being watched.

When I first moved to town I was warned off them, many times newbies and visitors to town would disappear and never been seen again but I loved the smell of the trees and breeze that seemed to come from the woods themselves.

I'd never cared about the rumors until now.

A sound of a wolf howl fills the chilly night air followed by more. My heart stutters in my chest and for some dumb ass reason stop to listen. I cant hear anything. The sound of the night insects that always seemed present were gone.

Then just as I decide to nope out of my run and lock myself in my house forever I turn around and there's a thing standing in the path. I decide immediately I wouldn't move because every documentary I'd ever seen about wild animals says to stay still and not move. Maybe it couldn't see me if I didn't move? (Like it was a dinosaur or something.) Even while every cell in my body screamed at me to turn and run away, I would still stand like deer in the head lights because the thing in front of me was a monster plain and simple.

The full moon illuminates a man-- and that term is as loose as it goes. The only things that made it a man was its upright form which towered far too high stood on two thick tree truck legs (with a huge as cock jutting upright that would make any man proud) and had two arms bulging with muscles.

And that's where the differences stop.

The head more canine than manly, elongated snout snarled showing pointed saliva-dripping teeth, human-like eyes seemed to glow red in the dark as two pointed ears stood upright on its head, one seemed to twitch as if listening to the woods on our left. Its whole body is covered in tuffs of dark fur-- It could have been any shade of black, grey or brown, its to shadowy to tell for sure in the moonlight but what I can see is the shine that seems to be dripping from the wolf man's cock like a drippy faucet.

I had tried not to look at the cock once I'd noticed it but I couldn't help it as it continued to lift and drip.

A twig snapped at the edge of the woods. The wolfman turn's its head and snarls at the sound and I knew it was the only opening I would get so I turn and run.

I only get a few yards before I'm tackled from behind, falling beneath the large body at my back and face first into the loose dirt pathway. I dont scream or cry because what if it gets angry? Instead I close my eyes tight and whimper as a wet snout presses against my neck sniffing, running along my ear and throat before letting out a growl.

"P-please... D-don't eat m-me..." I plead, not able to work up anything louder than a whisper. Maybe it can understand me and would decide I'm too pathetic to eat?

The wolfman lets out another growl, this time deeper than the last before a hard bar as rubbed against my ass, rubbing between the spandex covered crack before sinking between downward to also rub against my pussy.

I gasp and cry out in shock, trying to scramble away but its claw-tipped fingers grip my shoulders and pin me in place to the dirt as he begins to hump its gigantic cock against me.

Oh god. Oh god. It wants to fuck me. The huge wolfman with the Kong sized cock is dry humping me like a horny highschooler. And for some reason I'd never been so turned on and scared at the same time in my whole life.

As the wolfman humps for a few moments, his pants and groans in my ear far more human than they should be but its wolf-like snout was a glaring reminder he wasn't human.

The wolf man let out a growl in frustration before his weight lifted off me, his clawed hands left my shoulders a moment before my leggings were ripped off of me-- grabbed in his huge, clawed hands and ripped down the back seem until my ass and sopping wet pussy lips were exposed to the night air.

"What ar--" my immediate protest was cut off as that canine nose was pressed against my pussy from behind and I left out a squeal of surprise. "Noooo... Dont." I pleaded, hopefully somewhat convincingly because no matter how hard I wanted him to stop I also didn't.

Rough hands spread my legs wider as his snout burrows in the crevice between my thighs and a rough tongue licks me from clit to asshole several times before the wolfman lets out a satisfied groan and starts to tongue fuck me vigorously.

I cant do anything besides mewl and moan beneath the ministrations of his tongue. I'd never been eaten like this. All my past boyfriends did it as little as possible, a few tongue flicks against my clit before just shoving their cocks in. Meanwhile, this wolfman beast thing is eating my pussy like its the tastiest treat he's ever had.

And I shouldn't want more but I do... I so fucking do and I'm so glad he decided to eat me even though I had begged him not to.

My orgasm slams through me and I scream into the night air, it wasn't until wolfman used his massive hands to pull my ass higher into the air and felt the blunt probing against my pussy that I began to protest again, "No wai--" but before I could finish the words he thrust forward. "Fuck!" I screamed as he split my pussy wide over his massive cock, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before and it fucking hurt.

I hung my head in defeat and cried, tears falling from my eyes and into the dirt beneath me. It wasn't until wolfman nuzzled his face against my throat and let out a small rumbly purr that I realize he had stopped his forward invasion of my pussy and was actually trying to soothe me.

A few moments I panted beneath him on my knees and elbows with his massive cock speared however far it had managed to go into my pussy as he growl-purred and licked at my cheek and neck, his hips giving tiny thrusts like he just couldn't manage to stop some type of friction against his cock.

He seemed to know when the ripping pain turned into something else but when he did he didn't hold back anymore. His cock pulled from me slowly before slamming back in hard, over and over again rutting into me like a battering ram.

"Oh fuck yes," I cry out as he hits my g-spot just right, pushing my ass back against the wolfman trying to get him to hit it again and he does, purposefully turning his thrusts short and sharp to hit against that spot over and over again until I screaming out "Yes. Yes. Don't stop." as I cum, squirting all over his cock.

Then I feel the swelling inside me, like his cock as a lump that's getting bigger and bigger until he's locked into me, his snout no longer rubbing against my neck and is now biting down at the shirt covered fabric of my shoulder, his clawed hands grabbing my breasts as he worked that knot farther and deeper into my pussy.

"Mine," he seems to growl from where his teeth are locked on my shoulder as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with the hot spurts of his cum and I'm delirious with all of it. The pleasure. The pain. The fact that this somehow can't be reality as I cum a third time on a monster cock.

I dont know how long I was pinned beneath his teeth as his hard cock rocked gently into me, my knees and elbows probably permanently imbedded with gravel but I couldn't feel any pain. It was like my body was floating on cloud and everything around me was soft and muted.

When wolfman pulled his cock from my pussy, the knot finally disappearing from me completely I couldn't help but whimper at the loss as his cum spilled from me. I figured he'd leave me a ravaged pile of bones on the ground but instead he lifted me into his large furred arms and cuddled me against his chest as he headed towards the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked sleepily not really expecting a reply as I laid my head against his shoulder, my face pressed against his furred neck and it was my turn to breath in his scent. Like musky man and woods, and he was soooo warm against the cool night air.

"It's time for you to meet the pack," he said, his voice was gravely the words seemed to come from his throat versus his mouth, no doubt his snout and tongue werent made for talking but they sure were made for eating pussy.

"Mmmm, are you going to eat me too?" // fin.

(sorry for the tense changes, i can never keep them straight)

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[hotluncheddie]

charm 🧚

written for @steddiemicrofic september prompt 'charm' !

wc: 548 | rated: M | cw: i know nothing about baseball, ref to a bj | tags: chubby steve, horny eddie

...

eddie is painting a miniature at the coffee table. cross legged and just having a wail of a time. 

steve padded through, flopping onto the sofa with his beer and grabbing the remote. because, right, of course, it’s game day. 

how could eddie forget. big final. good team going to the big win. down with bad team. yes. riveting. 

but, oh? What light through sporting yonder break? 

‘what’s that you're wearing?’ eddie asks, innocent and continuing to paint. 

‘my cubs jersey? that’s who’s on.’ steve answers. ‘baseball!’ he adds, doing little jazz hands. 

‘cute.’ eddie smiles up at him. 

the first inning starts with the pitcher stepping up to the plate. and, ah, yes, eddie remembers now. why he agreed to sit in here while steve watches.

the uniforms. 

…but theres only one jock eddie really cares about..

looking at his figure, he muses. ‘not seen you in that much. thought they were your favourite?’ eddie feels like the sneakiest horniest detective know to man. 

steve takes a swig of beer out of his peripheral. ‘ah well, it’s the final. shirts a, a good luck charm.’ steve clears his throat half way through. 

eddie lays down his paintbrush and stretches. humming he leans back on the sofa, right next to steve’s knee. he stares blankly at the screen for a few seconds before leaning his head back to look up at steve. 

‘what size is it?’ 

‘uh. medium, i think.’ 

‘mmmm’ 

From this angle eddie can see how the bottom most button is starting to pull. its straining, because they’re all straining. the buttons up the front are being pulled apart slightly by steves stomach, puckering. an expanse of golden skin and soft hair are just becoming visible in the upside down v of the bottom flaps. the upper v of the shirt exposes chest hair and frames steves pecs just, oh so nicely. eddie wants to bury his face between them and stay there for at least an hour. just hair and softness and the smell of his steve. 

eddie sighs, smitten and strokes the soft skin of steve ankle. 

something happens on screen, home run whatever. steve celebrates by pumping his fist. very nice, very jock. he watches steves bicep bulge under the thickness of his arm and through the tightness of his sleeve. 

eddies mouth fills with spit. 

‘you dont really wear a medium now though do you stevie?’ 

eddie shifts onto his knees, sliding closer, looking up at stave's cherub face.

‘don’t know what you mean?’ steve answers. he takes a final drink of beer, draining it and putting it down.

‘you being coy baby?’ eddie asks, fingers ghosting over steve’s inner thigh.

steves eyes go wide; glassy and pretty. tease. Eddie smirks.  

‘i mean this.’ eddie moves so he’s kneeling in between steve’s legs. grabbing a handful of belly 

‘ah fuck’ steve moans. cheeks flushing pink. eddie’s hand rucks up the shirt further, exposing more hairy belly. steve squirms, his pecks jumping.

‘well what are you going to do about it?’ steve asks, voice coming out rough and affected. he grinds his hips up so eddie feels the hardening line of his cock through his jeans. 

‘you just focus on the game now stevie baby.’ eddie directs, popping the button of steves jeans. 

[gayemoji]

listen, champion is cheesy and young and menace is annoying but how we all HEARD heavens gate and still went 'yeah mania easily one of their worst albums' B R O.

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

When you call your ex over to cuddle you - jisung

Jisung x Reader

Genre: angsty and a little cute

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: you call your ex partner over after having a meltdown only to realise you still loved him. 😂

Warnings: none really i got really close but there is no smut unfortunately theres a little bit of kissing and some other stuff those so if you are under 18 please dont read in your not comfortable.

“Hello,” Han said, answering the phone call from his now ex-girlfriend. He could hear her sniffling over the phone, and his heart sank as she struggled to get the words out.

“Can you please come over” she barely gets the words out.

“I’ll be over in 10 minutes” Han knows nothing good will come from him going to see his ex. However, he was still very much in love with her and to hear her cry, which she often didn’t, made him eager to get to her.

“And where do you think you’re going at this hour” chan jokingly said while sitting on the couch on his phone.

“Honest answer?”

“Of course…” chan said, putting his phone down.

“Y/Ns”, Han said, fiddling with his keys, his eyes widening.

“We talked about this… you have to stop being at her beck and call Han… she’s using you” chan was upset he had worked so hard all these weeks, building Han's confidence back up so he could go right back to his ex.

“She needs me, Hyung… I have to go,” he said, closing the door behind him.

……………

Han pulls up in front of your house. The front lights are on. He opens the car door and walks up the driveway towards the front door.

*knock knock*

Y/N pov

You open the door and have never been so relieved to see Han so much in your life, today was shit, and you felt overwhelmed with everything.

“Hannie”, you cry as you wrap your arms around him. He embraces you, and you slowly walk back into the house.

“You okay? What happened?” He pulled back and caressed your face making you sob harder.

“Please don’t cry”, he kisses the top of your head. You manage after a few moments of embracing Han to slow down your breathing and minimise the crying.

“I’m just so stressed with work and my family… I can’t catch a break, and I think I’m overwhelmed,” you say, hyperventilating into his chest.

“Y/N,” I think you have a panic attack.” He squeezed you tight.

“I need you to hug me. Is that okay?” That was fine with Han. Not only had he missed your touch, but he had also had a lot of experience dealing with anxiety over the years.

“I have an idea?… how about I stay over, and we watch movies?” He rubs your back.

“I would like that” you smile up at him. The truth was you had no idea why you broke up with Han in the first place. He was so sweet and kind-hearted. You grabbed his hand and led him through to your bedroom, slowly sneaking him past your roommate's door. You closed the door and grabbed the remote off the bedside table.

“Uh, I didn’t bring PJs”, he smiled awkwardly.

“You act like I haven’t seen you naked before” you giggle, and suddenly Han becomes shy.

He slowly removes his shirt, and you can’t help but stare. Then it suddenly hit you. It had been weeks since you had sex, your body now realising this.

“Stop staring at me… I’m feeling self-conscious,” he giggled as he took off his jeans.

“Oh, please don’t flatter yourself, Han.”

You lie down on the bed and scroll through Netflix. Meanwhile, Han crawls in and wraps his arms around your stomach, his breath now on your neck. “I missed this”, he mumbles.

The sensation of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. “Mmmm, same”, you grumbled “thank you for coming over” you turned your head to look at him.

“I’d do anything for you,” he said, kissing gently on your nose.

You looked at his lips then quickly looked forward at the tv. “How about we watch… clueless”, you giggle, knowing Han hates that movie.

“We can watch that… whatever you like” he lightly kisses your cheek. You blush a little as you press play.

………………

It was about halfway through the movie, and you could feel Han squirming a little against your body “you okay?” You turn to him, and his eyes flick to your lips and back to the tv.

“Yeah, just getting comfortable”, he smiled, nuzzling closer to your body like that was possible.

You are watching the movie for a while when suddenly Han moves, now looking down at you “are you feeling better?” He whispers again, flicking his eyes to your lips.

“Yes, thank you” you bite your lower lip a little, a signal you often used to tell Han you wanted him to kiss you. He leans down and kisses you with his soft, warm lips.

Han grabs your side and squeezes as he parts your lips with his tongue. “Did you put this movie on because you know it bores me to tears?” He smiles, pulling away.

You giggle because it is partially the reason you put it on. “Maybe… maybe I wanted you to get so bored you kissed me”, you grin.

“Well, it worked,” he said again, placing his lips down on yours. His hands ride up your body until his hand sit just under your breast.

“Can I………” he pulls away again.

“You can do whatever you like, Hannie… I am completely yours.”

Han slides up a squeezes your Brest while leaning back down to kiss you when suddenly you hear your roommate's door open.

“Shit, shhh,” you say to Han as he pulls back.

“We have to be quiet, okay,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight,” Han said, letting go of your breast.

“What, why?” You are so confused. Was he not the one who initiated  the kiss in the first place.

“Because… I don’t want to be quiet,” he smirked, making you giggle.

*knock knock*

“Fuck”, you mouth, pointing to the cupboard “get in there… if she sees you, she’ll yell at me,” you whisper. Han complies and goes into the walk-in wardrobe.

“Hey, do you have someone over?” Your roommate said as you opened your door in your PJs.

“No, why would you think that?” You pretended to be confused.

“I thought I heard Han's voice before,” she said, looking around your room.

“Oh, I was watching an old video on my phone” you smiled, thinking you might get away with it.

“Okay… but he better not be in here… we’ve had this conversation.”

Your roommate walks out, and you walk over to the wardrobe “that was so close,” you whisper, pecking hand lips.

“I know… maybe I should go,” he said, grabbing his pants and shirt.

“What… why?” you grab onto his hand.

“Well, because you broke up with me” you could see he was hurt still.

“I still love you”, you blurt out.

“Huh?… say that again,” he said, walking closer to you and closing the gap.

“I said… I still love you, Han jisung” Han closed the gap between your bodies immediately. He Leaning down into a heated kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that” he pulls away.

“I love you so much… which is why I should probably leave” he smooshed your cheeks together and kissed you softly.

“To be continued”, you smile up at him.

“To be continued”, he replies.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

~~~

All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Blade is a fearless woman out in the apocalypse on her own when she comes across Negan in the woods. Quickly feeling a connection with him, Negan learns Blade does not like to share him.]

Smut

Negan and Blade

It had been eight months into the apocalypse now, you had no shelter, little water and only squirrels left to eat. Being by yourself wasnt much of a strain for you as most of your life you spent alone before the apocalypse. Standing by a fire you made in the woods, you cooked a few squirrels you had caught earlier in the day sharpening your knives leaning against a tree. Suddenly hearing the sound of crunching leaves not to far from you, you instantly stopped what you were doing. Putting your hood over your head you slowly began to turn, your knife ready for aim when a man appeared through the trees.

"Shit," you whispered looking at the fire behind you. Not trusting anyone, you didnt want to cause any attention on yourself but it was too late.

"What do we have here?" A mans voice made you turn back quickly ready for defense.

"Dont come any closer." The man could barely see your face hiding behind your hood. Noticing the knife in your hand the man lifted up his hands with a lazy smile.

"Come on, sweetheart. Put that down before you hurt yourself."

"Oh arent you quite funny." The sarcasm in your tone he actually liked. Observing what you had around you the man frowned noticing squirrels being cooked behind you.

"Ho-ly shit. Squirrels? Really, sweetheart?"

Right away you could tell this man was one who liked to play games, arrogant and slick. A man who thought he had a alot of charm thinking he could distract you with his little pet names.

"Stop speaking. Where the hell did you come from?"

"More like where the hell did you come from, darling. As far as I'm concerned your on my side of the woods." The cockiness in his tone made you scowl, he didnt seem intimated by you at all.

"Says who?"

"Says me. Negan."

"Well, Negan. I dont give a shit who you say you are. This is free land now get out of my face before you get hurt."

"Well shit-" Negan observed you from head to toe raising his brows.

"You do look like a you can give a mean fight." He noticed your buckled up black boots, your black ripped jeans, black top and a leather jacket, just like him. Yet, he couldnt help himself. With a smirk he slowly put his hands down and started to walk towards you.

"Dont push me, I mean it." You warned him waving the knife in his face when he suddenly caught your wrist in his hand. Still, you moved too quickly for him. Negan didnt expect you to get loose so quickly and next thing he knew you now had the knife pointed sharply against his neck. Looking up, careful not to move he laughed in disbelief as you held your place.

"Well look at that, a little tougher than I thought after all." Still with a cocky tone yet a look of surprise in his eyes, Negan did not move.

"Listen, darling I've got a sanctuary not far from here." He looked around at your surroundings with the knife still pointed at his neck.

"You look like you could use some help-"

"I dont." You responded stubbornly, truth be told you definitely needed help. But, having always found a way out of your struggles you were sure youd find a way.

"Listen to me. I have a sanctuary, I can give you a place to stay. You can have real food, shit we can use a girl like you on our side. What do ya say?" You couldnt believe even with a knife to his throat this man still had the urge to smile down at you. His offer did not sound bad at all, after all it was getting cold and you were running low on food.

"Where is the place?" You asked as he responded by pointing in the direction he came from. After a moment of uncertainty you slowly pulled the knife away from his neck leaving a red mark. Negan cracked his neck with a sigh.

"And if I dont like it. I'm leaving."

"Whatever you want, woman." Negan stood back as you gathered your belongings and pulled your hood back. For the first time Negan got a glimpse of the woman whom he had just had a confrontation with. Long dark hair lay over your shoulder as he noticed the other side of your head shaved.

"Mmm." A sound of satisfaction escaping his lips making you look up.

"What?" You asked with an attitude that he couldnt help but want to see more of.

"Nothing, darling. Nothing at all."

"Well, are you going to lead to where the hell this place is?" Placing your hands on your hips you asked with very little patience.

"This fucking woman." Negan muttered under his breath with a chuckle before leading the walk before you. Usually you would've never trusted a strange man this way but desperate times called for desperate measures. Plus, you knew how to defend yourself, you had faced worse before.

After a bit Negan and you walked side by side, his eyes helplessly drifting to you here and there. Your style attracting him, your fearlessness intriguing him, Negan wanted to know more.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I do." You responded sarcastically.

"Well are you going to tell me it, darling? Or are you going to make me fight for that too? I mean unless its cause you like the nicknames I've given you-"

"My name is Blade." Your interruption quickly silencing him.

"Blade..." he repeated as he looked you up and down.

"It sure fits."

Negan led you into what he called the Sanctuary. A heavily guarded space with many others, you had no idea how close you were to so much life all along. Right away you noticed each person having a job at the Sanctuary as everyone looked busy working on something. It was clear they didnt stay here for free. Introducing you to who he called his 'right hand man' Simon, Negan showed you around. In a room you entered, sat a few ladies clearly dressed differently from everyone else.

"These here are my lovely wives."

"Wives?" You looked at him strangely before looking back at the women. They were dressed in tight short black dresses, all wearing heels, you wondered where they found any of this. Raising a brow at him you crossed your arms wondering what he had in mind.

"If you thought I came back with you here to play a role of one of your wives, your sadly mistaken." Your loud voice making the women turn to you wondering who you were. Negan right away blocked their view of you, standing before you as he leaned one hand on the wall behind you.

"Easy, sweetheart. It wasnt a thought but since you mentioned it-" he bit down on his bottom lip.

"You would look damn good in a tight little dress."

"You wish," your tone just as arrogant as his and he liked it.

"Just a little bit." He whispered before you moved out of the small space he cornered you in and left the room.

"Just show me where I'm staying." Walking off Negan followed you closing the door behind him. Showing you the room you would stay in, it was nice to see a bed. You couldnt remember the last time you slept in a bed, it had been months. Negan noticed the way you looked at it and wondered how hard you must've had it all alone. He wondered how long you were all alone.

"This good enough?"

"Its great," your attitude quickly changing back to a nonchalant manner.

"Tell me, Blade-" Negan took a step in front of you wanting to be face to face.

"How long you been on your own?"

His question making you throw your head back with a chuckle, it had been so long since you last saw your family.

"Since I was seventeen," Negan frowned with your response a bit confused.

"Oh I been on my own long before this apocalyptic world ever took over. This is nothing new for me having to fend for myself, Negan. That's why I said if I have to leave I will, nothing I haven't handled before."

Negan squinted his eyes as you spoke, he could tell you've had it rough.

"Well let's hope you dont have to....I think it'd be nice having you around."

Was that a genuine compliment that didnt involve your looks or any sarcastic remark? He could tell you almost cracked a smile.

"Well, I'll let you get settled in. Theres food in the next room, make yourself comfortable." Negan began to walk out before you quickly turned towards him and called out for him.

"Hey Negan?"

"Mhm?" He turned to you leaning on the door way.

"Thanks," without saying a word he winked at you and left the room.

The next few days you began helping out the men by securing the fences surrounding the sanctuary. No one had put you up to this job but you knew you could do it.

"Well well well, I dont remember assigning you to this." Negan showed up behind you watching you twist the wires securely.

"I'm good with my hands, didnt think you'd mind."

"Good with your hands huh?"

Rolling your eyes you turned to him making him laugh.

"I'm sorry, some times I cant help myself."

"Well learn how to, or save that energy for all those wives."

Negan raised his brows at your quick come backs. A man who always enjoyed giving sarcasm yet rarely was ever on the other end.

"God you're fun to tease," you couldnt help but laugh along with him. You knew he purposely picked at you just to hear you come back at him. He enjoyed the feistiness you gave him, he enjoyed you not giving a shit to what he might think.

Just as you finished you went back inside to grab something to eat and Negan followed. He watched as you prepared yourself a sandwich, reaching across the table making your shirt go up he noticed a tattoo on your hip.

"What's that you got there?" Standing back straight you looked down to where his eyes were and pulled your shirt down.

"A tattoo. What never heard of one?" You responded defensively making him smirk.

"I got a few myself. Rarely come across women with them, especially in such a....sensitive spot." His voice was low as he came to realization that maybe you enjoyed a little bit of pain.

"Can I see it?"

Hesitantly you pressed your lips together before slightly lifting up your shirt and revealing a tattoo of a rose wrapped in barb wire.

"Mmmm.." he leaned in looking at it closely.

"Mean anything?"

"My middle name is Rose," you explained as he his eyes squinted.

"I take it the barb wire means pain," he continued looking up into your eyes.

"You can say that," you responded softly.

"How old are you, Blade?"

"31," you sat down across from him and began to eat.

"So you've been on your own since 17, shit wheres your family?"

"Hopefully dead," your response was blunt before you took another bite.

"Surrounded by assholes huh?"

"Real big assholes. They didn't care for me so I dont care for them, I've been better off alone anyways."

"I cant argue with that," Negans eyes wandered over your features.

"Done a pretty good job with yourself."

Not really knowing how to take a compliment without some form of back handed comment you looked away.

"Yeah well you gotta do what you gotta do," you responded confidently.

"What are you doing here anyways? Wont your wives wonder where you are?"

Negan chuckled at the mention of them, he could tell you were enjoying his company and didnt want him to leave.

"I wont go anywhere if you dont want me to, darling." His unexpected response making your cheeks turn red.

"I never said-"

"Do you really think you can lie to me?" He leaned in close staring directly into your eyes across the table.

"Why the hell do you want to stay anyways?"

"Maybe I like spending time with you too."

What the hell was this man doing? It was hard to deny that you did indeed like spending time with him but, this was the last thing you needed. The man had multiple wives, an arrogant way of thinking but God he was so sexy.. His style attracted you to him, his voice, his eyes whenever he spoke to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Negan bit his bottom lip with a smile, he could see right through you.

"Nothing. I'm exhausted and I'm full and want to go to bed soon."

"Oh yeah? Is that what's going through your head right now?"

"Yes. That's it." You stood up picking up your plate and taking it to the sink. Negan stood up with you eagerly following you by the counter.

"You sure that's what you're thinking about?" He asked again with a grin leaning his face close to yours.

"I think you're thinking about something that involves me....and you just cant admit it." His voice was a deep whisper, the way he spoke sent a tingle to the pit of your stomach.

"No the hell I am not. What the hell makes you think that?" You walked past him rushing into your bedroom as he quickly followed behind.

"Look at you, you could barely stay still. You're fidgeting, getting all nervous. Am I making you nervous, baby?" He teased.

"Dont call me baby," you turned to him with frustration.

"Fine," he stepped close to you and spoke very slowly.

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me you're not thinking about what I could do to you." Your lips parted as you smelled his scent so close to you. You couldnt speak, you couldnt move and Negan knew he had complete control. Looking down at your lips he slowly caressed your face and leaned in for a soft kiss. Not fighting it you felt his lips sensually move against yours, his tongue slipping through the crack of your lips to tease yours. Moaning against him, Negan didnt separate his lips from you as he reached behind him and shut the door. Taking off his jacket and quickly unbuttoning his pants Negan threw you back on the bed. Continuing to kiss you down to your neck, you felt his tongue make swirls on your skin making you squeeze him.

Negan pulled off your clothing and aggresivly turned you around. The tattoo of the barb wire rose continuing from your side to your lower back made Negan lick his lips in satisfaction.

"Get up," he spoke hoarsely as you got on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. Feeling his large hand on your lower back you felt him easily slide in you. Negan wasted no time in grabbing your hips and making you slam back against him. Moaning you grabbed the covers tightly, it had been so long since you felt this pleasure. Negan could tell by the way you cried out when he first entered you. The sound of longing to be touched, the sound of your needs finally being met.

"Give it to me harder," you spoke seductively only arousing him more. Negan grabbed you by your hair pulling you back up against him. His hand grabbing your throat as he pressed his lips to the side of your face and kept thrusting. Groaning, he gave your throat a tighter squeeze. Gasping for air, you could hear him breathing erratically against your ear.

"Oh Blade," you rolled your eyes back at the sound of his voice, he couldn't hold himself any longer. Negan pushed you back down before he quickly pulled out and released himself all over your back.

"Fuck.." he moaned as he stepped back out of breath. Cleaning yourself up as he got dressed, you stood up and walked towards him

"You should stay here tonight," your suggestion making him look up at you with half a smile.

"Oh darling I would. I've got some business I need to take care of but-" he stood up and ran his hands up your thighs and hips.

"I promise I'll come by as soon as I'm done." Negan grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. What the hell was going on with you? Why was this man getting a hold on you so quickly? Without saying anything more Negan left your room leaving you to think over what just happened. Leaving you to think over the way he looked at you, the things he said to you. He actually admitted to liking to spend time with you, the thought made you blush to yourself. You couldnt wait for him to return, it being so late at night you wondered what business he had to take care of. A little while later you stepped out of the room with a smile still on your face when you looked up and suddenly felt a crushing feeling in your chest. Negan was coming out of a room with two of his wives laughing. Of course you knew he had wives but after having touched him and slept with him, the thought of another woman with him made you burn with anger.

"Some business you got going huh?" The smile immediately left Negans face as he looked up at you before him.

"Blade, darling-"

"Dont 'Blade darling' me, what the hell I was thinking?" Angrily you walked off back to your room leaving the two women confused as Negan sighed. Following you to your room he entered right behind you slamming the door shut behind him.

"What the hell is your problem with me?"

"What is my problem? Taking care of business huh? Business with those girls?"

Negan frowned with a puzzled expression.

"Pardon my french, sweetheart but wait a fucking minute, are you jealous?"

"No! I'm not jealous," you denied the truth as you turned your back to him.

"I just dont like sharing what's mine."

Negan raised his brows surprised with your response.

"So I'm yours now huh?"

You scoffed at him turning to walk passed him before he blocked your way.

"Hang on now, Blade. I actually kinda like the sound of that. So does that make you mine now too?"

"No, why would I want to be yours when you have all those women, "you spoke in disgust before raising your brow as if you has just come up with an idea.

"Well since you get to have your fair share, then I should too. Simon looks-"

"Oh I'd be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." His expression turning very serious as he stepped closer to you.

"Why cant I have my own fun, it's not like I'm one of your wives who have to abide by your selfish rules while you do as you please." None of the women Negan had met had the nerve to argue his way of being.

"I dont want you to be one of them," he shot back.

"Good, cause I didnt want to anyways."

"You know what the fuck I want?" Negans voice rose as he took a step closer to you.

"I just want you to be mine and shit, I'll be yours the way you want me to." Negans words catching you completely off guard, so unexpected it left you speechless. There was something Negan couldnt explain that pulled him to you in a way he had never felt with any of the other women. Negan may not have been a one woman man most of his life but when someone caught his eye, it was hard for him to look past it.

"You dont even know me," you muttered.

"Shit, you dont even know me all that well but I know you have the same damn feeling I have." The two of you looked at each other in silence, you couldnt deny the connection you felt with him.

"You dont want the wives? Hell, they dont have to be there but-" he unexpectedly pulled you close to him aggresivly.

"I expect there to be no one else on your side either."

"I'm not looking for anyone else," your response was quick and spoken with confidence.

"Good," a smile slowly spread across his lips as you felt his hand slide down your back and grab your ass.

"You're lucky I like you," you squinted your eyes up at him making him laugh.

"Shit, well I am honored, doll."

"Dont patronize me," you scowled at him.

"Not at all, Blade, not at all."

Negan leaned in and took your lips with his feeling content with the thought of you being the only woman for him.

[shhhlikeme]

Love you writing and your sooo pretty like holly crap (god really do be picking favorites) ANYWAYS. Can you do a request with a reader that is super grumpy and clingy in the mornings please. Do it with what ever character you want I dont have a preference. Love you bby😘😘

Nishinoya Yuu x Needy & Grumpy S/O In The Morning 🤣

(slight NSFW)

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A/N: Awwwwww merci cherie, je taime aussi 💛 Whichever characters I want ahhh okieeee I did Noya here and I’ll probably do a part two with Toshi and a fluffy one with Hinata after I finish my reqs! Lmk if you’re feeling it!

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Noya:

At 8am, your bf woke up to a call from his best friend yelling at him to get his ass up

Noya told him to fuck off because his alarm was going to wake him up anyway, and Tanaka said ‘good’ and hung up

begrudgingly, Noya got up in your apartment while you were still asleep and dragged his feet into the attached bathroom to your bedroom to get ready and shower

Once his brain caught up with his actions he raced out of the bathroom to return to the bed just to kiss your sleeping figure on the cheek and lift the covers up a bit like he always does🥺

He took an extra second to stare at your beautiful sleeping face and he just did the sign of the cross and pointed to God because it is only by his grace that you shared a bed with him last night

Nishi turned on the shower in your en suite, leaving the door open because you said you love the way his body wash smells

A few minutes later, you woke up to the scent you love. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling upset and very needy (in more ways than one) this morning for absolutely no reason

All you knew was that you wanted your new bf of 2 weeks to make you feel better like he always does.

Not understanding why he’s up so early when he literally never wakes up before 1, you check your phone to check the date.

No! You smacked your bed sheets in dramatic anguish. Today is the day Nishi promised to meet Tanaka and Ennoshita all day to plan Hisashi’s big surprise birthday party. They were travelling to some beach house 2 hours away to see how it looks. Great.

Good for those man-children, you thought

They can all bite me tbh, you thought

So Ennoshita and Tanaka really think that they can just take your man away from you when you woke up moody for no reason all so they can get him to help them do something that’s completely fair? HOW DARE THEY!

They better think again!!!

Because you needed your man today, period

Noya was your boyfriend and you could swear Tanaka thought he was his sometimes

Well not really but that’s what the grumpy side of your mind told you this morning

You hear the pipe turn off and you hear your boyfriend get out of the shower and move around, doing God knows what in there but whatever it is he’s taking too long 😠

Sitting up on your butt in the darkness you looked around the dark room and then crossed your arms like a baby.

You yelled your boyfriends name.

Noya stumbled out the open bathroom door with his toothbrush and foam still in his mouth and his hair down.

“Ya, babe?”

He only had a towel wrapped around his wet torso and you liked it.

you glared at him for no reason.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere today.” You sneered.

He smirked because you looked so freaking cute. “Love, I told you already that I promised the guys that I would—“

“Let’s have sex instead, Noya. All day.” You stated: matter of fact.

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raised so high they disappeared under his bangs. You’d only made love a handful of times and every time he wanted to go again you were dead asleep then one of you had to go, so hearing you say this was a lot for him to handle where ‘holding himself back’ was concerned.

Noya went back inside the bathroom and quickly finished brushing his teeth so you couldn’t see him from where you sat on the bed. In between spit and rinse he called out to you, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. You’re not being fair saying something like that since you know the guys will kill me.”

Noya had already mentally fought down his morning wood today and the idea of having sex with you all day instead of being with his friends was like, all he ever wanted to do forever. Not that he didn’t love his friends—actually, he adored them and frankly spoiled them with his attention.... but the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, gripping walls????? There was no debate about it: it was the best feeling in the world.

Just then and as if he had implanted a microchip in his brain, Noya’s phone lit up with a second FaceTime call from his best friend Ryu. Noya dried his hand and swiped left to answer.

He immediately put his index finger to his lips as to say ‘be quiet’ because you were outside this bathroom.

Noya turned down the volume to a level only he could hear anyway, knowing how loud his friend was.

On the screen was Ryu and Ennoshita in the apartment the 3 boys shared. Ryu obviously propped the phone up on the wall so that Noya could see the two boys also brushing their teeth in their his & his bathroom.

As expected, Ryu yelled but it came out quietly through Yuu’s low volume, “NOYA, DO NOT LET Y/N SEDUCE YOU INTO STAYING. ONE HOT BABE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL, MAN. AND I KNOW THAT BI—I MEAN THAT CHICK WILL TRY IT.”

Ennoshita was calm as usual, standing beside Tanaka. He asked him to rinse before he got toothpaste everywhere. “YN is pretty important too, Tanaka. That’s Noya’s new and first girlfriend, remember?” Ennoshita rolled his eyes as Tanaka spun in the air in exasperation.

“ENNOSHITA WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON DUUUDE ?!” Tanaka looked back at the camera. “Tell him, Noya. Tell him cause he wasn’t there. He didn’t see that night when Y/N walked in the bar and had all the guys buying her drinks. She just asked Noya once if he knew where the bathroom was and 💥 BAM. Noya was following her around like a sick puppy.”

Noya deadpanned. “That’s not true—“

it was totally true

“YOU CAN SAY ITS NOT TRUE ALL YOU WANT NOYA BUT THE TRUTH STILL REMAINS: HOT GIRLS ARE SIMULATIONALOUSLY THE MOST POWERFUL AND EVIL CREATURES IN THE WORLD.”

Ennoshita looked at him like wtf.... “Simulationalously?” Chikara rolled his eyes again. “You mean simultaneously.”

“WHATEVER, ‘DAD!’ YOU WIN THE SPELLING BEE TODAY ?!”

Noya opened his mouth to finally say something, but before he could he heard you call him from the bed.

“Oh Noyaaaa.....?”

Nishinoya heard your lovely voice coo him sexily, knowing he would clue in on your sexual innuendo.

“Crap. SEE ENNOSHITA?! SHE’S STARTING! NOYA — DO NOT GO! NO SEDUCTION ZONE, BRO!”

“Noyaaaaa baby?”

You cooed again, this time more playfully seductive.

Noya followed the sweet sound of your voice like he was in a trance, going to the edge of the door only as a precaution so that he could hear you better but not see you.

“Y-yes babe?” He asked shakily.

“I need your help with something baby....mmmm.” 🥺

With his phone still in his hand, Noya shut his eyes. His chest moved up and down noticeably as his breathing increased.

“Well damn.” Ennoshita finally looked at the camera now with wide eyes. “Is that Y/N? She even sounds hot.”

Noya opened one eye and nodded at his father-like friend.

Tanaka whined, “She’s hot as fuck, to be honest. Which is why she’s so powerful. Hey, give me your phone I’ll show you her Instagram.” Explained Tanaka. Ennoshita did and Tanaka pulled it up in a second, handing the phone back to his roommate.

After a second of scrolling Noya heard an, “Oh my God...” as Chikara ran a hand through his hair.

Tanaka nodded. “Yep! And that is exactly why we need to get our boy out of there safely before she engulfs him and turns him into her own personal robot! Before she realizes that she has him wrapped around her pretty little finger!” Tanaka pointed to Noya through the camera. “We have a party to plan, NOYA! I made an appointment with the venue and everything!”

Noya straightened his shoulders, agreeing completely with what his best friend was warning him of. “Right.” He finally whispered, determined now. “I double pinky swore that I’d be there.” Nishi nodded.

“Right! Exactly! That’s my Noya, my best buddy!”

“Noyaaaa.....I really need your help....”

Your slight moan that followed your call made Noya bite the knuckle of his index finger immediately to keep himself from running over to you because of how alluring your voice was.

On the phone, Tanaka spoke up: “Don’t go out there, man......”

Noya thought of something scary. “But Tanaka, my clothes are out there!”

Tanaka shook his head. “Who cares??! I’ll buy you new clothes. Just go downstairs and we will pick you up. Don’t look back just run. Just run—“

The three boys were silenced when they heard a loud moan coming from the bed. It was your moan that you raised your voice for, in hopes of that reaction precisely.

Noya couldn’t help himself anymore, he slowly peaked out from behind the bathroom door to see what you were doing.

And what you were doing should be downright illegal, as far as Noya or Tanaka were concerned.

What Noya saw was you laying on your bed, the sheets only up to your hip bones. You were only wearing a purple bra that had the straps falling off your gorgeous shoulders. Your eyes were closed as you were biting your lower lip. As much as Noya wanted to keep staring at your to-die-for rack and beautiful face, Noya’s eyes were glued to a movement however, which was you moving your hand in a steady rhythm under the sheets. Your hand was between your legs of course and you had a look of ecstasy on your face. Even though your lower half was completely covered by the sheets, it didn’t take a genius to know what you were doing.

The now-older second years on FaceTime couldn’t see anything from where Nishi held his phone but they sure could guess what was happening in that room from the look on Noya’s face!

“Mmmmmm.....yes.....”

After a minute of peeping, when Noya looked back at his phone screen all he could see was a closeup of Tanaka and Ennoshita’s ears because they clearly were desperate to hear more of his girlfriend’s antics. Your bf turned back to look at you when your voice mounted again.

“Oh Noya, I want it harder, baby, harder...”

Noya couldn’t feel his limbs. You made him so horny he was numb.

“This feels almost as good as the real thing, baby, but it’s not nearly enough......”

Noya screamed internally, feeling like he was at a crossroads. A crossroad where one side’s sign said ‘FRIENDS’ and the other sign said ‘REALLY? WE’RE PRETENDING YOU AINT COMIN’ THIS WAY? 😑’

As Noya stood at the metaphorical crossroads, you kept it up.

“Yes, Noya, I want the real thing.... I want it over and over again today.....As long as it’s the real—“

You broke your speech to moan.

“—As long as it’s the real thing, Noya. I want the real thing..... Mmmmmm Senpai—“

“Fuck!” Shouted Tanaka on Facetime as he slammed his fist on the counter in anger. “She fucking got him!”

Noya looked down at his phone and he could see his best friend cradling his head in his hands in defeat. Tanaka looked at Noya once and he knew it was game over. Ryu shook his head. “Just go, Noya. The hot chicks of the world win again for today. I’ll uh....I can reschedule our venue appointment.”

Noya started involuntarily bouncing as he looked at his friend from inside the bathroom. “A-are you guys s-su-sure bec-because I-I think I can st-still run out and—“

Getting irritated, you shouted at your boyfriend. Not knowing that your mad voice was a turn on for him too.

“Noya-senpai, If you come now I’ll do that thing you like with my tong—“

“COMINGG!!!!” Noya yelled as he tossed his towel and phone to the opposite end of the bathroom in a hurry. Take a guess where he went.

With the towel now over their vision, Tanaka and Ennoshita looked to and from eachother in awe.

“Soooooo.....does Y/N have any friends that look like her or..?”

Tanaka flicked his roommate on the head. “Shut up. Come on, you’re buying me breakfast.”

Ennoshita grimaced. “Why me?!”

“Because I’m really upset, Chikara. Duh! And you’re practically mine and Noya’s father!”

Ennoshita rolled his eyes for what felt like the 20th time that morning. “Alright.” He sighed, before hanging up the FaceTime call.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Fifth Day of Twelve - A Perfectly Captured Memory

Well well well this is the most commitment I've had to something in a while. You're welcome LOL.

Click below to read previous days drabbles

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The snow had really come down over night but you didn't mind. You had gloves now to keep your hands nice and toasty. Even though it was now the weekend in most people's lives, to you, it was just another work day which meant no sleep in whatsoever.

The office was empty when you arrived, typical for a weekend and it was only 0630. You had been up far too early thinking about anything but what gift you would receive today. At least trying to think about anything else. Failing miserably. That was at 0500 and when you saw the snow piled up on the rim of your bedroom window you decided to go in early just in case there was traffic. Had nothing to do with possibly catching the gift giver in the act.

Alas when your eyes found your desk it had something extra sitting beside your phone that definitely wasn't there when you left last night. Unfortunately the potted plant had to go yesterday because it started to smell not so nice.

Once you dropped your backpack underneath, you picked up the photo frame and smiled at the cute family photo inside. It was of the team at Jimmy's birthday party this year. A half decent one before half of you got absolutely sloshed. You were part of that half and so was the woman with her arm curled around your waist, holding you close, her head resting against yours. You of course, had a stupid overly tipsy grin spread across your face. The more.you looked at the photo the more the memory flooded your mind, the taste of bourbon, the warm touch and tight hold of Jack Sloane.

Most days you could keep your emotions under control but that night, the alcohol let them free, just a little. There was dancing, one slow song but you were both too drunk for it to mean anything. You ran your finger over the frame with a smile. His party was so long ago.

That night made it difficult to hold those emotions in check after, you'd tried so hard for the past year putting those feelings for her aside. Someone had pointed out that maybe the failed dates were because no one matched up and that was partly true. No one could but you didn't know how they could match up when you weren't ever a thing to begin with. Oh, how you prayed this was all from her.

You knew Jack was attracted to females, Izzy was easy to get information out of once she was tipsy. Izzy stopped by a few months back to share information on a case much to Jack's dismay but this time she charmed you into drinks. Only for her to get more information on Jack's dating life but in return you got some back story on Jack as well. She, of course, wasn't around to be angry at either of you until the following morning because Izzy had sent her a drunken voicemail.

She was more mad at Izzy for blabbing and curious towards you about why you were so inquisitive. You deflected like you usually did and for once Jack let up.

That was you and Jack. A friendship with questions attached. You knew Jack had asked questions about you a while back. You knew because you'd overhead her talking to Ellie in the ladies room a couple months after you'd joined. It wasn't anything about the job, it was all personal. Ellie had asked you out for Saturday night drinks with her and Nick, everyone else had plans but that didn't stop Jack from getting all the information she wanted. After that you avoided going out with Ellie for a while, it wasn't until she figured it out and promised things would stay between the two of you, that you decided to go drinking with them again. You didn't mind sharing, you just preferred when the person wanting to know asked you face to face which you knew was entirely hypocrital on your part.

Why she didn't ask you or why you couldn't ask her was frustrating. They weren't overly intrusive questions, just getting to know a person's life a bit more. She just made you nervous for some reason.

You almost dropped the photo frame when the elevator doors dinged. It was Gibbs arriving for the day with a cup of coffee in his hand. He frowned at your shocked face and you gave him a one shoulder shrug in response. "Morning."

" 'morning. Another present?"

His question caught you off guard. "Umm..yeah."

"Only gets annoyin' when they harp on about it." He offered a reason to your questioning look. "Got a photo?" He stopped at your desk and looked down at the frame.

You picked it up and faced it towards him. It was a simple light wooden frame with a meaningful picture. "Even has you smiling."

"Might 'ave somethin' to do with the good bourbon Palmer had on tab." He smirked, placing it back down on your desk.

You chuckled. "Was good bourbon." So good that Jimmy didn't realise how many people drank it until he got the bill.

Gibbs nodded and took a swig of his coffee. "Any ideas yet?"

You raised a brow at his follow up but his dead stare just made you chuckle more. "No. I dont-" You didn't want to sound stupid. It seemed like a silly reason.

"Want to ruin the surprise." He nodded and walked over to his desk. It sounded ok when he said it.

"Yeah."

There was silence between you after that. You followed up with the call directory of the victims brother you were working on last night. Praying to find something to go with the no alibi he had for the time of the murder. They were estranged however only lived twenty minutes apart and something in his answers seemed off. Off according to Gibbs and Jack which was something. He just seemed unpleasant when you and Gibbs picked him up yesterday.

The team started to arrive just after and to no one's surprise Ellie was the only one to notice or comment about the frame on your desk. She soon dropped the subject when Jack came whizzing in.

"Guess where I'm jetting off to in a few hours?!" She beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with your added enthusiasm.

"Where Jack?" All three of you said in deadpan unison and Gibbs smirked as Jack rolled her eyes. "I don't care if you aren't interested. I'm going to New Orleans." She raised her arms in victory. "It's been so long."

You could tell by her slightly open mouth and glowing eyes that she was thinking about food. "What's first on the menu?"

She laughed and looked down at you. "Depends. I'm going to help Dwayne on a case. He asked for me specifically and Vance actually agreed. So it may be his gumbo or a restaurant between the airport and the office." She shrugged really not caring which option it would be, just that she knew it would be good food.

"Mmmm I can smell it all, already." Ellie hums. She visited the NOLA office earlier in the year, side trip when she went home for a week to Oklahoma. Tammy and Sebastian had finally convinced her to come down for a weekend with the promise of Dwayne's signature dish. She didn't care what it was, she was sold.

"You might need to bring her back something." Nick smirked at Ellie's poked tongue.

"I might just do that."

"Thank you Jack." They both grinned at each other. Ellie was known for her love of food but Jack was a close second in your book.

"Have fun, remember there's a case to solve inbetween food." You smiled wider when she rolled her eyes.

That's when the thought clicked, if Jack wasn't here then you'd finally know if it was her or not. She couldn't surprise you with gifts if she wasn't here and she wouldn't dare tell anyone else it's her.

"Thank you, Y/n. Gibbs, I've got those profiles you asked for yesterday. Follow me." She motioned with her gloved hand for him to join her to her office and he obliged.

She left the office not long after and left Gibbs with another possible lead for the case.

"Grab your gear."

. . . .

Tonight consisted of drinking eggnog, watching Christmas movies while making Gingerbread houses with my roommate. Twas fun. Feeling very festive. Hop everyone has a good weekend!

[mamawolfblood]

The Pearl of the Fire Nation

Name Pearl Asomi

Age 19

Gender female

Water bender

Looks 5ft9,135lb  she wheres a blue croptop with purple and white flame designs in the front, and black tights her white hair tide back in a ponytail, blue eyes , pail skin.

Pearl grew up in the south pole but due to money problems her parents gave her up. When Iroh saw her in the line up he knew she was going home with him. He adopted her and has been by his side ever since. She loves her adopted father and her cousin Zuko.

Pear is a kind and loving individual but come between her and her father pray its not a full moon when she finds you. She enjoys tea and the simple things in life. She plays an Ocarina made from a sea shell from Ember Island.

Chapter one

I was sitting next to my father General Iroh watching my wayward cousin Zuko. He was practicing his Fire bending.  "Pearl sweetheart why don't you go help your cousin." He said with a warm smile. Standing up I water wip him in the back of the head. He turned to me only to be knocking back by another water wip. "I'm your opponent now Cusin." I said readying myself for his attack. He stood up and fired back this went on for a few minutes. One of his shots got me sending me back into the iron wall. "Pearl!" Zuko yelled rushing to me helping me up. "Are you ok I didn't mean to." I flick his nose showing him I am ok." He sighs till he sees my shoulder. "I burned you ." I brought some water from the ocean to my shoulder healing it. "What burn?" I smirk he shook his head leaving dad to tend to me.

Zuko pov

Leaving uncle so he could tend to Pearl. I didn't mean to throw her that hard I know she can take a punch. I just dont want to be the one throwing them at her. I know she is my cousin but I see her to be more than that. I remember when she came to the palace to live.

*Flash back *

It was a warm summer day Zuko and Irza were tending to the garden. That was till Iroh walked in holding the hand of a small girl. She looked to be about five. She looked around cautiously no one could blame her she was in unfamiliar lands. Walking into the Fire lords chamber Azulon looked at the small girl and saw his daughter who ran away some years earlier. "Iroh is she?...." The fire lord asked only for it to be confirmed by his eldest son. "Lilly must have ran to the water tribe. I brought her daughter home were she belongs. The state she has been living in is not fit for her. She had to fight for everything and that is my next point. She can do something I have never seen only heard of. Pearl sweetheart show your grandfather what your special talent is." Iroh said having a guard step forward from her right. Pearl moved her eyes to look at them and they started groan in pain going to their knees. She stopped after the guard pissed himself. The fire lord stood walking to her. She stepped back shaking from fear. "Pearl sweetheart I am not going to hurt you." He said before kneeling down hugging her. "Welcome home sweet Pearl. You will no longer be treated the way you were. " He said standing up taking her hand. "Come we must introduce her to the rest of the family." Walking holding the small  child's hand. She met Ozai first taking one look at her. He had sadness in his eyes. "So she ran to a water tribe. The good news is her daughter came home." He said before walking way it was hard seeing Pearl because he loved his sister, and wished he could have done more for her. Azula didn't like she shared blood with a water bender. Irza welcomed her with a warm smile pushing Zuko forward. It was noticed right away when their eyes met. "I'm Zuko it's nice to meet you." Young Zuko said shyly blushing. "I'm Pearl and its nice to meet you too" she said tucking some hair behind her ear blushing as well. That day forward the two were inseparable well except for practice.

*end of Flashback*

I walk into my room to meditate after some time she came in. Her soft hands working on the tense muscles in my shoulders. "Mmmm you know your districting me." I said leaning back into her. "Do you want me to stop and leave Zuko?" She asked "No I like having you here. Your presence is comforting." I said not realizing I fell a sleep in her embrace.

Pearl  pov

I am happy I have his effect on him he has been there enough in his life. If I am able to give him just a moment of peace I will gladly.  My father came in looking at us. He drew a finger to his lips before helping me place him in his bed. I sat on the edge holding his had. "You love him don't you?" My father asked knowing the answer. "I would die for him. I would do anything if it meant making him happy. " I said confirming my father's suspension. "You will eventually have to tell him because I suspect he feels the same." He said before leaving. I know I will have to tell him but what will become of it. I think for right now things will have to stay the same. A heavy burden comes with this kind of silence Zuko. I just hope it will not be for long. I thought before leaving the room unaware he heard every word between my father and I.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Love Lockdown

A/N- Just a little one shot about being stuck in lockdown and having to video chat with Bucky.

Im not sure what this is to be fair, the boredom has set in!💕

Being ordered to stay home amid the virus outbreak meant having to work from home for the foreseeable future. Id only been working with the newly formed Avengers team for a few months, id been hired to run psych evaluations on the team.... make sure they were all stable enough to be working with the public. Of course the one person the higher up's were concerned about was Bucky Barnes.

He had been a tough one to crack, we spent many sessions in silence before he started to finally open up. Because of that reason it had been agreed that we would still hold our sessions via facetime, i didnt want him closing himself off again.

"Hey doc, hows quarantine treating you?" Bucky asked on the first video chat.

"Its not been to bad so far, its given me some time to get some things around the house sorted. But its only been a week" i chuckled "hows it going over there?"

"Its a nightmare, Sam is driving me crazy. I dont know how much more i can deal with" Bucky rolled his looking bored.

"Try not to kill each other okay"

"Im not making any promises".

Two weeks into lockdown and i felt like i was loosing my mind stuck indoors alone. Bucky was checking in every couple of days for his sessions and i started looking forward to that. We spent most of the time chatting like old friends, there wasn't anything else to really talk about right now.

"So Sam's still alive?" I asked smiling while topping up my wine glass.

"For now, i'm actively keeping my distance. I dont even know why i have to do this damn lockdown i cant get sick anyway"

"Joys of being a super soldier huh?"

"Yeah, gotta have some perks"

"Your lucky you have the company, im going crazy stuck here on my own. Im gonna need a psych evaluation myself by the time this is over"

"You getting lonely doc?" Bucky smirked through the camera.

"Yes! But i'm getting through it with wine" i smiled raising my glass to him before taking a mouthful.

"You'll be an alcoholic by the time this is over"

"Im being sensible Buck i promise"

"You can call me anytime you get bored or lonely, its not like i have Avenging stuff to do right now"

"I might take you up on that" i smiled resting my chin in my hand "so your definitely doing okay? 

"Im fine doc, i actually feel pretty good. I haven't been having nightmare and I've been training, for the first time in ages i feel like me"

"Thats great Bucky, really. Im so pleased your doing good, soon you wont need these meetings"

"But what if i want them...... talking to you helps"

"Well i'll always be there for you"

""Thanks doc....."

"Yo Buck! We're late for the conference call with Ross..... get your ass moving!" I heard Sam Wilson calling in the background, Bucky closed his eyes shaking his head.

"Well id better go"

"Yeah sure, im gonna go shower and watch a movie or something.... thats what my life has become"

"Okay well have fun, i'll speak to you soon"

"Bye Buck" i clicked end call and pushed my chair back from the desk.

I grabbed my wine and phone and opened up Spotify, i selected my 'getupandgo' playlist, a mix of songs that just made you wanna dance! I went upstairs and quickly showered, singing loudly and probably very offkey!

It wasnt long before i was dried off and dressed in panties and a tank top, my hair still wrapped in the towel. I noticed my wine glass was empty so headed downstairs for a refil. As i went down Camila Cabello's 'Liar' started to play and i was instantly dancing around and singing.

Bucky's POV

I walked back into my room after another pointless conference call with Ross and instantly heard some music playing.

"I don't care, if you're here

Or if you're not alone

I don't care, it's been too long

It's kinda like we didn't happen

The way that your lips move

The way you whisper slow

I don't care, it's good as gone (uh)

I said I won't lose control, I don't want it (ooh)

I said I won't get too close, but I can't stop it"

I didnt leave music on.... where the hell was it coming from....

"Oh no, there you go, making me a liar

Got me begging you for more

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no (oh no)

Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar

I kinda like it though

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no (ooh)"

Shit! I gasped when i followed the music to my desk and there on the screen i could see the Doc dancing and singing in her living room! She was in a pair of panties and a tank top, her hair wrapped in a towel still while she swayed her hips and drank from her wine glass..... i shouldn't be watching this! But damn she looked cute! I couldnt help but smile.

"You're watching, I feel it

I know I shouldn't stare

I picture your hands on me

But what if, you kiss me?

And what if, I like it?

And no one sees it

I said I won't lose control, I don't want it

I said I won't get too close, but I can't stop it"

Seeing this side to the Doc made me like her more than i already did! But i shouldn't be watching this, it felt to wrong. I should call her.....

Readers POV

"Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar, Got me begging you for more

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire

Oh no, no

Oh no, there you go, you're making me a liar, I kinda like it though

Oh no, there I go, startin' up a fire....Oh no, no" i was singing loudly while dancing around my living room.

My phone started ringing causing the song to stop. When i looked at the caller ID and saw it was Bucky i instantly smiled.

"Hey Bucky, you okay?" I asked smiling like an idiot.

"Hey Doc" he said sounding a little amused, i was confused by the sudden echo in the room.

"Why can i hear you twice...."

"Look up"

What?? What was he on about.... oh!

My eyes fell to the screen where i could see a grinning Bucky.

"Oh no.... how much of that did you see?"

"Enough.... you look like your having fun" he chuckled.

"Shit! I dont even have pants on! This is so unprofessional of me im sorry...."

"Calm down doll, im not complaining. I was actually enjoying the show"

"Haha Buck, very funny" i shook my head at him.

"Im serious, im just thinking about how much i wanna come join your party now"

"Yeah? Well your more than welcome" i laughed knowing he wouldn't come round.

"Dont tempt me....."

"As if you'd come here" i rolled my eyes "well im gonna go get some more wine and maybe put on some pants! I'll make sure to hang up this time" i laughed and said goodbye once again making sure it disconnected. If i hadn't been drinking i'm sure id be more embarrassed about this whole thing but I just shrugged it off and headed to the kitchen for a refill.

20 minutes later and i was in the middle of making some chilli nachos when there was a knock at my door. For a second i panicked thinking it was Bucky but then remembered he didn't know where i lived. It was probably Mrs Harper from down the hall asking to borrow a cup of flour for some extravagant cake she was making!

But as i swung the door open there stood Bucky Barnes still wearing the hoodie and cap from the video call we had.... oh my god he looked good dressed so casual, he looked so relaxed it made me smile.

"Bucky.... what are you doing here?"

"You invited me" he shrugged smirking at me.

"How'd you even know where i live huh?"

"I may have hacked into your employee file"

"Stalker much" i teased making him laugh "come on in" I opened the door wider to let him in and took the chance to take a calming breath.

"Never did put on those pants i see" he smirked looking me up and down, it was then i realised i was still in my panties!!

"God damn it!" I said loudly feeling my heart start to race "let me just..." i pointed down the hall towards my room.

"Dont put them on on my account Doc, i dont mind at all" Bucky said walking over and standing closer to me "Look im just gonna say it how it is and hope it doesn't ruin our relationship..... i like you Doc, alot. Like im crazy about you, cant stop thinking about you....."

"What?.... Bucky thats not funny...."

"Dead serious. I mean its hard to think very clearly with you standing there looking like that but..... what are the chances you feel the same?"

"I think the chances are in your favour...." i smiled feeling my cheeks burn. Bucky suddenly closed the distance and kissed me, pulling my body tight against his..... his flesh hand slipping down to my ass.

"Mmmm i'm glad you forgot those pants" he smiled before picking me up and leading the way to the bedroom.

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@dumblani

@xxloki81xx

@jesseswartzwelder

[frywen-bumbles]

The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch3

AO3

As much as Jaskier adores the fact Roach seems to warm up to him, there's one thing he can't stand.

<I think the cat is planning to kill me>

   <why>

Jaskier snaps a picture where all that's visible are glowing eyes in the dark, staring down at him and sends it.

<She keeps staring at me> <And tries to sleep on my face> <And licks my hair!> <She won't let me drive her away> <help>

   <Maybe she secretly likes you>

<Then why won't she let me touch her?> <I have to hide under my blanket so she won't eat my hair>

   <yeah, i'm with Essi, you're on your own>

   <think of it as a free haircut>

<Firstly eww> <Secondly how can you be so cruel> <Have you no mercy for my luscious locks???>

   <absolutely none>

<screaming emoji> <you are horrible friends>

   <good night Jaskier try not to die>

   <good dying>

<when you don't hear about me in the morning you will regret those were your last words to me>

   <your thesis supervisor will drag you back from the grave to finish your thesis>

<don't remind me I'm trying to sleep!!!>

   <sleep tight don't let the type errors bite>

<I hate both of you>

   <kissy face emojis>

   <zzz>

The morning routine is something Jaskier has learned to both love and hate. His alarm rings at 8 like every morning and like possessed Roach jumps on top of him and screams.

"Mmmm yeah, I'm awake, Roach..." Jaskier mumbles and tries to sleep just one more minute. Roach is having none of it. She runs over him, to the door and screams bloody murder and jumps on top of him again.

"Please... Roach... just two... minutes..." Jaskier tries to bury his head under the blankets but Roach walks on top of him and screams again.

"Ugh... you're heavy... Okay, okay, I'm getting up. See Roach, I'm getting up..."

He walks downstairs to feed Roach who keeps screaming and thrilling until her bowl is full and walks back up to brush his teeth.

Roach doesn't take long until she demands to be let in the bathroom, scratching and meowing making her demands known.

"One of these mornings I will get to brush my teeth in peace," Jaskier sighs as Roach curls herself into the sink. This is not one of those mornings.

He checks his phone over morning coffee and is surprised to find a message from Fiona so early.

   <Help me out>

<Sure, swallow. What do you need?>

Fiona sends him a picture of her math assignment.

<What is it you're having trouble with?>

   <I don't understand anything.>    <I asked uncle L but he was no help.>    <I usually ask uncle E but he's not here>    <What do i do?>

Jaskier looks at the math over and starts to explain it in detail. It's somehow endearing how much trust Fiona puts in him and he does not want to ruin it for her. Not that third-grade mathematics is hard, he suspects 'uncle L' just isn't that good at explaining things.

He can't help but venture to reread a different conversation entirely while he waits for Fiona to finish.

A picture of Cat Dad and Fiona. And actual texts after it.

   <how is roach>

<She's very fine! Quite vocal about what she wants but still lovely!>

   <good>    <let her outside>    <she enjoys it>

And on another day:

   <thank you for the pictures>

Then another selfie with Cat Dad and Fiona, this time taken by Cat Dad. He is very bad at taking selfies, but somehow even that is endearing, despite the man looking like he's a member of a biker gang with the beard and all of the black leather. When he got the first picture, he hadn't even noticed. He had been too distracted by... other things. Jaskier really shouldn't feel this giddy just looking at a picture. Just rereading the texts. But he can't help himself.

   <i like seeing roach happy>

The man is clearly crazy about his cat. And what's hotter than a person who loves their pets to the moon and back. Nothing, if you ask Jaskier.

<I'm glad you like the pictures! Like I told you, I'll send one or two every day!>

   <tell me before you run out of cat food>    <i know a person at a pet store>    <dont feed her too many treats>

<I won't, I promise>

What Jaskier doesn't tell is feeding the cat cheese every single day to get her brushed. Little treats never hurt anyone.

Fiona sends him a picture of finished assignments.

<Very good! You did it on your own, I'm very proud of you!>

   <Thank you, MrJ!!>

Jaskier thinks he will melt. While being a tutor wasn't in his job description he doesn't really mind. To him, it's evident what Fiona wants most of all is company and support and he's happy to provide. The family she's staying with is trying their best, Jaskier is sure of it. But from what Jaskier gathers through Fiona's texts, they don't seem to have enough time to look through her school work as much as she wishes they would.

How can two people he's never even met manage to occupy most of he's thoughts?

***

Jaskier has barely put the first forkful of instant ramen in his mouth when he hears the door open.

"Geralt, it's me!"

Jaskier scrambles to meet whoever just walked through the locked door using their own key, what the fuck.

"H-hello...?" he manages to greet through a mouth full of food before he even sees who it is.

Jaskier is not one to be intimidated nor is he one to be at loss for words.

Somehow, the woman in front of him manages to do both. She's gorgeous, her raven hair falling in curls over her shoulders, violet eyes staring straight at him like he's a piece of cheap meat and suddenly Jaskier is keenly aware of wearing nothing but pants and an undershirt, his hair a ruffled mess, hands covered in ink, pencil and pen marks.

"You're one of those... trainees. Melitele forbid, what sort of trash does Geralt drag in here, why aren't you with the old wolf?"

Jaskier opens his mouth to answer but is immediately interrupted.

"No, don't answer that. Where is Geralt, I need to talk to him."

"I... um..." Jaskier gets the feeling this is a person who gets what she wants. She quirks an eyebrow at him expecting an answer and when none come she sighs, a dramatic gesture Jaskier is not sure he could perform better even if he tried.

"Where. Is. Geralt?" she asks like he's an idiot and Jaskier things at this moment he really is.

"He, um... is not here?" Jaskier tries his best. He does. But something about the woman, no matter how beautiful she is, radiates power, like she could crush him without even blinking an eye.

The woman eyes him, up and down and glances behind him to the kitchen. And smiles. It's a small amused quirk of her lips, one that makes Jaskier spin around immediately only to spot Roach sitting on top of his papers, meticulously dropping every single pen to the floor.

"Roach, no!"

Roach meows and jumps down from the table with a mrrrp. She trots to the woman and rubs herself against her legs before she jumps up to her scratching post to stare at them.

Jaskier kneels to collect his pens, muttering curses under his breath.

"You know Roach."

"Um, yeah?" Jaskier mutters as he crawls deeper under the table to reach the pens.

"Soooo, witchers, huh? Interesting topic of research."

Jaskier hits his head on the table.

"Yeah... yeah I. I know it's not the most conventional one but I do find it quite fascinating especially when you look at all of the historical songs..." Jaskier crawls from underneath the table and is met with the woman standing next to him and suddenly he's keenly aware of being in his underwear on his knees on the floor in front of one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen.

He blushes.

He's sure he's never blushed as much as he is right at this moment and he honestly wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"You're not one of the trainees," the woman says eyeing him, amusement still lingering on her lips.

"No, I'm not," Jaskier admits and tries to get to his feet in a somewhat dignified way. He fails and all of his pens scatter to the floor again. "Fuck..."

"And who are you then?"

"I'm the cat-sitter. Julian." Jaskier gives himself a mental slap. He is an adult person why does he introduce himself like a toddler? "Can I please go put my trousers on?" he pleads. Maybe clothed he'll have a chance to be on equal grounds with the woman.

"Sure."

A few minutes later he comes back down, fully clothed this time, to find the woman sitting by the table and reading his scribbles.

"Um, hello?" Jaskier greets the woman again. She looks up but does nothing to stand up to greet him in return. "Julian Pancratz, the cat-sitter." Jaskier extends his hand to her and she takes it.

"I'm Yen. Geralt is my-... we're... friends. Now, where has that grumpy bastard gone?" The woman - Yen answers and looks at him expecting an answer immediately.

"I honestly don't know, he only told me it's work-related. I've never even met him. I was recommended by a friend of his who is also a client of mine. He occasionally answers the texts I send him, maybe you could try to reach him by phone?"

"He answers your texts? What did you do, enchant him?" Yen sounds honestly baffled and it makes Jaskier feel bad. She obviously has some sort of history with the Cat Dad so the least he could do is answer her.

"He only answers every now and then. I don't think it was even his idea to reply."

Yen smiles, a true smile this time, not just an amused quirk of lips, "You're probably right." She picks up one of the papers again and taps it, "Ever met a real witcher?"

"No, I haven't. I've just always found the stories interesting... I have plans for real research for my doctoral thesis as soon as I manage to finish my master's degree, I just need to get around to figuring out... well pretty much everything outside of the basic structure. I already know all of the material by heart, it's just... just look at this, how can someone write something so vile about people who work to keep us safe from monsters? And this here..." Jaskier rummages through the piles of papers and pushes the ones he meant on Yen's hands, not waiting for her to answer. "And look, I even came up with this account of someone killing a witcher after he had finished a job for them, just the audacity of it all!" He glances up at Yen, suddenly keenly aware he is probably either boring her or making her uncomfortable with all of this talk about monsters and monster hunters. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bore you with this..." He reaches to take the papers from Yen's hands but she holds them out of his reach.

"No, you're not boring me at all. Please, tell me more about your current paper?"

Yen proves to be a far better company than Jaskier first thought. At the end of their discussion and a few cups of tea later, Yen turns the conversation back to him.

"Why do you live here? Wouldn't it be easier to write in your own place?"

"Oh, you know, roommates..." Jaskier mumbles, avoiding Yen's eyes. No way in hell is he going to tell a complete stranger he sleeps in his friends' sofas and in the musicology society's guild room at the uni when he can't find anyone to room him between jobs. His parents already think him a failure, no need to add a complete stranger to the mix.

"Hmm," Yen agrees and stands up. "I feel I have held you long enough. Good luck with your thesis. Here is my number, call me if you get into any trouble while you're staying here." Yen scribbles a phone number on the edge of one paper with a bright red pen she picks up from the floor.

"Um... what trouble?" Jaskier asks, suddenly wary. "I have only told one person the address like was the deal? I haven't told them anything else, I'm not in danger, right? This isn't some mob bosses hideout or something? I'm in trouble, aren't I? Melitele's tits, Essi will kill me..."

"Calm down, no trouble. Just... if anything comes up, like bills or something and you can't reach Geralt. He can be unreachable for days." Yen smiles at him, an uneasy smile, not quite reaching her eyes.

"Oh, okay, yeah, that's. That's good..." Jaskier feels so stupid. Not only has he managed to be half-naked while Yen walked in, but now he has also made a complete ass out of himself.

"Take care of Roach," Yen says as a goodbye and walks out of the door. Jaskier rushes to say goodbye but when he reaches the door, she's already gone.

Come night Jaskier is surprised how much he has managed to work on his thesis. Talking about it with someone made writing so much easier, even when most of the talk was him ranting about the unfair treatment of witchers which will never end up in the final paper.

He grabs something to eat before bed and spots Roach. She sits facing the front door, waiting for someone to walk through it.

It breaks Jaskier's heart.

Roach has done it every night, giving up only after Jaskier has gone to bed to crawl on the other side of the bed to stare at him.

Jaskier snaps a picture of Roach and sends it despite the late hour.

<Roach misses you>

Jaskier doesn't expect an answer.

   <tell her im sorry and i love her>

That. That is too cute. Jaskier can't handle it, he just can't.

"Roach, your owner is a big old sap and he wanted me to tell you he's sorry and he loves you, okay?" Jaskier tells her from a respectable distance away. Roach looks at him and meows pitifully.

"I know, girl. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him. Come on now, I'm going to bed, you can come and stare at me until I fall asleep."

[grocerystoredean]

Ur buddy dba here!! Ok so my dad and sister rlly love baseball, like theres a local minor league team theyre fans of. I myself did think a home run was where the guy got back to the starting plate (actually its where they hit the ball and it goes over the wall, BUT it has to stay in the lines?? Idk i think this makes it kinda unfair to the left handed players, which there are a lot) so im not really well versed in anything sporty*. But they were going and for once i come along mostly because there was a discount on hotdogs and i fucking love tubed meat. And i noticed a lot of interesting things whilst i was there.

So there were these two guys sitting in front of us and they were pretty quiet in the first inning (each inning has TWO rounds, like each team gets to hit the ball which actually makes a lot more sense cuz its even and whatnot) but then the blue shirt guy gets a couplea drinks in him and he starts yelling at the players? Which i suppose is customary, a lotta ppl were doing it but i still found it quite rude, especially cuz the stuff they were saying was… weird. Like the bad team had the same thrower out for like 5 innings and THE ENTIRE TIME blue shirt guy yells about how tight his pants are. Which, yeah, dude was like. Baseball pants are kinda like leggings and all of these guys are. I dont wanna be vulgar but they all look really nice!! You know what i mean. Baseball pants? They’re nice! Anyway it was kinda like blue shirt guy was catcalling the thrower and im like 90% he was being homophobic somehow but he was also literally staring at another dudes ass the entire time. I think he wouldve punched me if id brought that up tho.

Ofc the mold (hit cw tv show) slowly consuming my mind wasnt exempt from this lovely family bonding experience so i was like. Damn. What if castiel supernatural were here (actually furst i thought about sam winchester a lot because he seems baseball) and then i casually tried to come up with the best stupid meet-cutes that could happen at a baseball game. I despise that the term meet-cute is something in my regular vocabulary but also it gets the point across so whatever. Lets play tumblr game: imagine ur otp. Oh no! I hit you in the face with a baseball and now you are sueing me i hope we dont fall in love :( (;)). / Its .25$ hotdog night but i forgot my quarters :( oh? You have a quarter? Well what do u want in exchange? My hand in marriage?! Ok. (Yes this one has more pornographic implications but SHHHHH. Its too easy dont take the bait) / im the mascot and ur scared of the foam creatures from hell so u drop kick me and apparently im kinda into that. / ooh im a sports announcer except i spend the entire time complimenting u instead of talking about the game. I lost my job can i stay with u plz.

I’ll stop. But fr buying someone .25$ tubed meat actually holds so much love. Mmmm hot dog. If it werent rude to take pictures of random people i think i would have a camera full of old guys who look like stan lee. There are a lot of them. I think old guys kinda go in like a venn diagram of stan lee to like. Another old man. Idk u know what i mean. That doesnt have much to do with the rest of this other than i saw an old man who looked like stan lee. Hm. This is all much less funny than it was in my head, and i feel that my revelations about baseball are most likely common knowledge thats just new and shocking to me (like when the first time i went to camp and was dissapointed to find out we WERENT sworn enemies with the camp across the lake, and therefore no team bonding or canoe racing for the future of the camp or like dance offs would be happening which i knew were unlikely but i at least assumed there would be pranks or something. Then again mine was a camp for disabled kids so i feel like any prank that was played on us could very easily become a hate crime.)

Haha this one isnt as fun as i hope i usually am nor doesit contain any dead animals but i rlly wanted to check in on u and say hi and all that and i thought the overtly sexist middle aged man who yelled at a guy for having a tight ass for like 3 hours would be a good way to do it. How’ve you been? Also. Baseball. Opinions? I think its fun and I enjoy watching it i guess but i think they should hit the ball more often cuz its way more interesting than all the throwing back and forth.

*actually i know about fencing because its the raddest sport. Swords!! Fuck yeah!!!!!!!

dba i genuinely do not know where to start in responding to this. you amaze me. you met dean winchester in the flesh. sexist objectifying men looking ass. that man was posessed by the spirit of dean (rip jackles true vessel).

also you know astonishingly little about baseball. maybe my dad loves baseball a too much amount but he knows almost all the players names on basically any team (because being insane about things is genetic. i do blame him for this blog). i think its semi boring but its not the worst sport (football is the worst) and i do watch on occasion.

now for a bit of baseball knowledge. the game actually favors lefty hitters, they're in demand, because more people are right handed and therefore more pitchers are right handed, and it's easier to hit an off handed pitch (left with right or right with left) than a same handed pitch. so if the other team doesnt have a left handed pitcher to switch in (which is very possible), the hitter could have a better chance of getting a solid hit. the foul lines on either side are pretty even, so it really doesn't harm lefties or righties. so yeah. lefties for the win!

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

When they walk in on you doing.... ahem.... stuff ;)

SmirkSmirkSmirkSmirkSmirk

He takes the oppertunity to admire your body and listen to your moans

Oh how he wants to join you

He gets a little hard thinking about it, but he'll never admit that

For now he'll just stand back and enjoy the show

"Peter~" you cry out

SMIRKS X 100000000

"Well, well, well love, what do we have here?"

Licks lips

"Don't stop on my account darling"

C O C K Y G R I N

"I was..... um...." you fumble over your words

He shuts you up with a kiss

Walking them from your lips to your jaw line

"Would you like some help with that, little lost girl?" He whispers

"Yes" You say, bearly able to get your words out

He loves seeing you squirm

"Ok love, but you're going to have to return the favour"

He guides your head down to his cock before.....

"Y/n" he moans ;)

Gripping a handful of your hair

He feels like the king of the world, not just the kind of Neverland

Hes slightly disappointed when you stop but his skin is still itching with pleasure

He starts touches you EVERYWHERE, claiming any and every part as his to own

T E A S I N G 100

He loves pinning you down while you have some fun.

"Let's play"

Enjoys being rough with you

But not too rough that he hurts you

"You like that?" He asks, his once hard and fast thrusts slowly becoming more slow and sloppy

Your moans are the only thing you can hear besides the bed hitting the wall

Back scratching? Yes please.

He is really enjoying himself

Like REALLY enjoying himself

A S S slaps to the MAX

He loves it when you say his name

"Peter!" you scream

He loves how loud you're being, now everyone will know that you're his

Hes lost track of the amount of times you've came at this point

Overwhelmed with pleasure he spreads his seed deep inside you.

Both of you take a minute to get your breath back

Snuggles 10/10

"Goodnight, love"

"Goodnight Peter"

F O R E H E A D K I S S E S

Earth to Felix?

He is frozen like a deer in head lights

Just stood there staring at you in total awe

Your moans fill his mind, making it the only thing he can hear

"Mmm, Felix~"

H O L D T H E F U C K U P

Questioning weather he heard you right or not...

still processing........

"Felix~"

Yep, he heard you right

*uncontrollably smirking*

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to moan my name"

Startled Y/n 100

"Um.... Felix!... I-Its not what it looks like-" you blush trying to cover yourself up

He sits beside you, gently brushing his lips against your ear

"Dont cover up, I like seeing you this way"

Cupping your face he smashed his lips into yours

Aggressive make out session 10/10

Pushing you down he holds your hands above your head

0 to 100 REAL quick

Kissing every inch if your skin

Oh how wanted to do this for so long

His lips traveled lower and lower

Not stopping even when he gets to that part of your body

"Please" you whine

Smirking to himself he licks a big stripe up your slit

"Mmmm"

He can't control himself any longer

He slides his cock up and down your dripping slit causing you to gasp

"Fuck me" you whisper to him

"With pleasure" his husky voice fill the room

The sound of his voice quickly became drowned out by your crys as he pumped in and out of your tight pussy

"Yes!" You scream as your juices drop down his cock

You ride out your high as he finishes off

He stays inside you for a while, making sure that he wasnt too rough with yiu before pulling out only to engulf you in a hug

"Goodnight Y/n" he whispers

Kissing your forehead gently

"Goodnight Felix"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is my first headcanon, idk how good it is but I hoped you enjoyed it!! Xxxx

[alleycat97]

Checkmate

Pairing: F!Kayden x MC

The Royal Masquerade (NSFW)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately...

...

"You've spent months changing the stars, Giovanna. Today, it's finally time to reveal the new night sky."   Kayden's words were floating in her mind as she kneeled down and accepted her crown, she was very lucky to have Kayden by her side.

"Today is a new day for Cordonia!" Giovanna spoke loudly to her anticipating crowd, "My regime will be for the people, I will bring justice to our kingdom and we will flourish once again!" The crowd erupted as Giovanna made her way to the ballroom.

She hadn't been queen for all but an hour and she was already tired of the ass kissing she was receiving. Thank goodness for Kayden's timing,

"Would you like to dance my queen?"

"My?" Giovanna cooed as she accepted Kayden's offer. "What am I to call you now?"

"Sorcerer? Killer? It's what everyone else is calling me."  Kayden shrugged.

Giovanna peered around the room watching the ugly looks Kayden was receiving. The bystanders looked away once they noticed Giovanna watching them. "Don't listen to them Kayden. You're better  than to falter to court gossip."

As the music shifts, Kayden dipped Giovanna, pulling her back into her chest. Giovanna faltering to the strong, powerful arms holding her tight but yet so gently. Kayden leaned in and whispered, “Join me tonight Giovanna, and I'll show you the value of things made hard, demanding, and fit for purpose."

Giovanna was unsure of the location of choice, the armory. But she couldn't fathom the beauty and history of the weapons before her.

After Kayden's lesson and compliments, Giovanna took a seat contemplating her future.

"As queen, you'll have to work on your ass kissing." Kayden spoke teasing her lover.

"I fear ass kissing is the least of my problems...If my enemies have their way, all the weapons in the world wont be enough to save me."

Kayden moved to stand before Giovanna, taking her chin with a grip that's gentle but firm, tipping her face to meet hers. "They wont have to be. No matter what happens, I will be there to protect you. Until my last breath."

"Does that mean you will be my Crown Shield?" Giovanna spoke, eyes sparkling.

Kayden bent down, face merely an inch from Giovanna's, "It means I will be yours..."

Giovanna's face grew with intense heat, heart pounding inside her chest. Kayden closed the remaining distance and captured Giovanna's lips, gently at first, then growing more and more intense. Giovanna latched onto Kayden and held on as she was hoisted from her seat and forcefully held against a wall.

"Sorry, I have wanted this for so long, it is nearly impssoble to hold myself back." Kayden panted.

"Then don't hold back." Giovanna challenged, earning a growl from Kayden who shoved herself harder against Giovanna.

Kayden reached around and grabbed and handful of hair and jerked Giovanna’s head back, leaning in to suck on her neck.

“Mmmmm! Kayden!” Giovanna moaned with pleasure.

“I’m going to tear you apart.” Kayden moaned between bites, making Giovanna writhe with pleasure.

“Undress me.” Kayden commanded. And Giovanna quickly obeyed, tearing the clothes from Kayden’s body before backing away to shed her dress.

She moved to take her crown off but playfully decided to leave the symbol of power in place to remind Kayden who’s the boss. A gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Kayden, who cocked an eye brow with a small smile.

“Have it your way my queen.” She challenged.

“It is a shame I had you pardoned so quickly, I was beginning to like the sight of you in chains...” Giovanna teased.

“Well your majesty, it just so happens that I have a set of chains right here.” Kayden said holding up the cold iron.

“Oh my...why don’t you place those on me?” Giovanna asked.

Kayden shackled one wrist before easing Giovanna to the floor, resting her back down, before securing the other wrist around the desk leg.

With Kayden now straddling Giovanna’s hips, her hands started roaming the soft delicate skin of her majesty’s body, leaving a trail of kisses all over. “What does my queen desire?”

“Mmmm Kayden more...” Giovanna wiggled and moaned underneath Kayden.

Kayden’s teeth grazed Giovanna’s upper thigh earning a moan. Her hot breath just mere inches from Giovanna’s spot. Kayden nuzzled over the sensitive area lightly, Giovanna lightly twitching with the sensation.

Giovanna felt Kayden’s strong hands take hold of her hips and then the woman thrust her tongue deep within, making her pull hard against the iron restraints.

Kayden stopped and peered up from her place between Giovanna’s thighs, “More?” She asked hungrily, licking her lips.

Giovanna cried out more, hips bucking against the tight restraint from Kayden. The woman’s tongue moved in and out in a pulsing rythm. Giovanna could feel it build deep within. Slowly surfacing and when she reached her limit, she exploded into a state of pure bliss, body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Then she went numb and collapsed back against the floor unable to move.

Kayden undid her restraints and curled her body next to Giovanna, “Is the queen pleased?”

“Bwuuuh?” Giovanna tried “Words...hard...brain...melted.”

Kayden laughed, “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

Giovanna, looking sheepish spoke up, “That was um...my first time. With anyone, so I’m glad it was with you.”

“You know it’s been a long time since I allowed anyone to get this close to me, I want to give every piece of myself to you.” Kayden replied pulling Giovanna even closer to her, rubbing her leg as they let the time pass in blissful relaxation.

The two would soon part, rejoining the party before its end. Kayden staying from attention and Giovanna the center of it. But the two would rekindle in Giovanna’s master chambers that evening.

Giovanna lay awake while Kayden gently snoozed beside her. She was thinking of her future and the power she held and what it meant for her and the love she shared for Kayden. Her thoughts were pulled when she heard her door ease open and then watched a figure crawl on top of her quietly.

“Who’s there!?” Giovanna shouted waking Kayden.

It was Renza, “Hello Giovanna.” She spoke grasping one hand around the girls throat and pressed a dagger with the other against Giovanna’s chest.

Before Kayden could reach for her sword, she felt a dagger press against her throat. “Dont. See here? I have a charm of my own.” The assassin spoke showing off his black triangular ornate. “It stops magic before it starts. Your tricks won’t save you this time.”

“Renza? One final scheme huh?” Giovanna spat out.

“Mhm final... Yes I do like the sound of that. It’s a shame Giovanna that our little dance back and forth has to come to an end, but if you want something done right, I guess you have to do it for yourself.”

“Renza, you are heavier than you look. Oof.” Giovanna mocked one last time.

“Why you little bitch.” Renza snarled. “You ruined everything. If you had just fell in line when I poisoned you, I would be queen and you would live to see tomorrow.”

Renza looks over at your crown, “I’ve wanted that crown for years, it was finally my time to take it but you came along. I deserve it.” Renza went to each for the crown, lust filling her eyes when Giovanna shoved her away, surprising the girl.

“You deserve nothing. You were willing to sacrifice anyone who got in your way for power. And how sad. Because for all that you have lost, and all the pain you caused, you didn’t win. Not even once.”

“Winning comes now, at the end of the game. Everything else was merely a step towards the inevitable conclusion. Don’t you see Giovanna? I have always been one step ahead of you.”

Renza pulled back her arm and forcefully shoved her dagger into the chest of Giovanna, earning a shriek from the girl. “Checkmate.”

“No!” Kayden yelled as she watched Giovanna clutch her chest and shakily fall to the floor.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll see her real soon.” Renza laughed out. “Can’t have any witnesses can we?” She teased. “Finish her.”

The assassin moved to slice Kayden’s throat but she remembered her promise to protect Giovanna until her last breath and she quickly jerked a dagger from under the cover, sticking it into the side of the assassin who collapsed to the floor in pain.

Kayden jolted from the bed, grabbing her sword, approaching a frightened Renza.

“Get up you idiot! She’s going to kill me!!” She screamed to the Assassin who regained his footing. But he was too late, Kayden slammed her sword through Renza, giving it a painful twist before pulling it out. She watched the life drain from the woman’s face and quickly turned to face the assassin.

He was no match wounded, magic or not. Kayden was a force. So he quickly averted the crown shield and limped his way to the window making his escape.

Kayden heard a weak moan and quickly rushed to Giovanna’s side. She pulled the girl onto her lap removing Giovanna’s bloody hand to assess the injury.

“Kayden?” Giovanna spoke softly.

“Yes love. I’m here.”

“I’m not gonna make it an I?”

Kayden had her doubts, the cut was deep and she had already lost a ton of blood. “Of course you are love. It was just a scratch.”

Giovanna laughed at Kayden’s comforting words before coughing violently.

“Kayden I’m cold. So cold.” She spoke shakily.

“I’m going to go get help.” Kayden rushed but was stopped when Giovanna placed her bloody hand to her cheek.

“Promise me something Kayden.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll find someone to love you unconditionally, and that you’ll open that bakery.”

Kayden was in full tears, “Please, I can’t go on without you Giovanna, I love you.”

Giovanna smiled weakly, “I...I lo...love you Kayden Vescovi.”

Giovanna began to still in Kayden’s arms, Kayden began to panic, “No, no, no, NO!”

She tried to shake the girl and keep her awake, not believing what was happening, when she had a thought. Her magic. It was a long shot, if she could stop things, maybe she could stop the one she loved from dying? It was a long shot but worth a try.

“I sure hope this works.”

[yinyeu]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

i was tagged by @baqukou @plusultratempo @honeymeh thank youu (♥ω♥*)

What is the color of your hairbrush?: black and red

Name a food you never eat?: corndog

Are you typically too warm or too cold?: too warm

What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: scrolling tumblr until i rmb i have this tag game somewhere in my drafts for 35747236 years

What is your favorite candy bar?: idk i dont really like candy?

Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: NOOOO def not me

What is the last thing you said out loud?: “HIIIII”

What is your favorite ice cream?: vanilla AND IM SUDDENLY CRAVING FOR ICE CREAM

What was the last thing you had to drink?: milk tea but i put too much sugar on it fdhkshf

Do you like your wallet?: i do but the size's too big :(

What was the last thing you ate?: pineapple tart

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: nope but im planning to this week

The last sporting event you watched?: pls tell me haikyuu does count

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: caramel

Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: my sister

Ever go camping?: yeah……. but the last one kinda traumatic

Do you take vitamins?: supposed to but im too lazy 🙈

Do you go to church every Sunday?: naah

Do you have a tan?: YEAH MY HANDS AND FACE TBH

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: mmmm i like both but pizza makes me happy

Do you drink your soda with a straw?: not anymore

What color socks do you usually wear?: soft pink and beige

Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: yep whenever i have morning classes thank god im already graduated

What terrifies you?: i have phobia of snakes tbh, before i moved out i once was locked in my bathroom and there was a snake right before the door and i stayed on the toilet seat for two hours crying (my family asked me what happened but i just couldn’t bring myself to speak lmao) until i felt like i couldn’t cry anymore and jumped to the door real fast and since that i never went to that bathroom ever again

Look to your left, what do you see?: my pillows

What chore do you hate?: laundry bc my back is hurt everytime

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: it's unique :o

What’s your favorite soda?: not a fan of soda 😔

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: IM TOO SCARED TO HIT THE DRIVE-THRUS HELP

Who’s the last person you talked to?: my mother

Favorite cut of beef?: the chuck????

Last song you listened to?: hold me tight or dont by fall out boy

Last book you read?: …i've been reading fanfics too much these days but i think it's crime and punishment by fyodor dostoyevsky

Favorite day of the week?: used to be saturday but now it's sunday bc it's my only day off sobs

Can you say the alphabet backwards?: no im an idiot jsjdhekd

How do you like your coffee?: im not coffee person so 🤔

Favorite pair of shoes?: i have this one pair from rubi and i love it so much??

The time you normally go to sleep?: hmm before quarantine it's 10-11pm

The time you normally get up?: 6am and still sleepy

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets!!

How many blankets on your bed?: one bc it's so damn hot here

Describe your kitchen plates: most of them are clear and transparent

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: naaah i dont drink alcohol my life's pretty much just water, tea, milk, and repeat

Do you play cards?: yep with friends!

What color is your car?: white

Can you change a tire?: no

Your favorite province?: my favorite so far is bali?

Favorite job you’ve ever had?: graphic designer

How did you get your biggest scar?: uhh so i was doing my last field practice on my third year of college psh you know biology so we were making a pitfall trap for arthropods with zinc stripe and i accidentally got zinc stripe cut on my thumb but it was quite deep and bleeding a lot i almost passed out in forest lmao

What did you do today that made someone else happy?: i brought dinner for my cousins hehe

im tagging @imwithmidoriyaizuku @faeriiess @no-one-told-you-life-was-gay @distinguishedcherryblossomexpert @dawnpillar @jetset-rain @imblessedtoexist @manyratsinatrenchcoat also anyone who wants to do this !!