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themattgirl · 5 months

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could you please make one where Chris and reader are dating and reader feels sick and Chris just takes care of her and acts all sweet and stuff? 🫠

an: thank you for the request ily 🧡

this turned out so much longer than i intended

this isn’t my first one shot but it’s the first with one of the sturniolo triplets in it.

obviously their characters have been altered by me a little to fit into the story but i tried to make it as realistic as possible by keeping their personality traits as they are in real life.

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pairing: chris x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fluff, use of ‘babe’ and ‘ma’ as pet names for reader, intentional wrong spelling in text messages to make it more realistic, mentions of nsfw themes, swearing, lots of playful teasing between characters

y/n’s dialogue

chris’ dialogue

matt’s dialogue

nick’s dialogue

mary lou’s dialogue

“it’s just a cold, nothing serious i promise. i don’t think i can come over today though, i don’t wanna infect any of you. i’m sorry for ruining movie night,” i say to chris on facetime before breaking into a cough. i turn the camera away from me, not wanting him to see me in a disgusting state like this. if i could, i would’ve muted myself so he doesn’t have to listen to it either. plus, i know how worried he gets with any type of sickness or unwell feeling really.

so, of course it wouldn’t be chris if he didn’t immediately furrow his brows.

“babe no, don’t apologize. you didn’t choose to get sick.”

he gets up from where he was sitting on the couch and goes downstairs to his bedroom. he puts the phone down so all i can see now is his ceiling. his voice sounds a little farther away when he speaks again, “it doesn’t really sound like nothing serious, does anything hurt?��

“to be honest, my whole body has been aching since i woke up this morning. it’s not too bad, just a dull ache, i can still move and all that, even if i’d prefer to just lay here and rot away,” i laugh and hold back the cough that wants to escape right after in hopes it would make him worry a little less. vainly.

“your voice sounds stuffy and kinda hoarse, does your throat hurt?”

“i forgot you turn into a doctor every time somebody doesn’t feel great,” i roll my eyes even though he can’t see it with his phone still down and him on the other side of the room from how distant his voice sounds.

“shut up, y/n. you feel worse than ‘not great’. you’re not fooling anyone with that act.”

he reappears on the screen. now i can see what he has been doing in the time i couldn’t see him. he put on a hoodie over the tank top he had been wearing before, the hair he had put up in a little ponytail - if you could even call it that - in the front has been untied and brushed. or maybe he just ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, that’d be more like it.

“anyways baby, imma call mom real quick. be right back,” he hangs up before i get the chance to respond.

i put the phone down next to me on the bed i’ve been in since i realized this morning how much it hurt to stand up and how i felt like i was gonna throw up every time i moved too hastily.

i took a deep breath - well, as deep as a breath can get when your nose is clogged - and closed my eyes to try and concentrate on something other than the throbbing pain in my head.

i feel so much worse than how i described it to chris and i feel bad for kind of lying to him, i do. but he has been dealing with so much of his own lately - new designs for his brand, fixing the shipping issues with some of the orders from his last drop, coming up with video ideas and prefilming those before him, nick and matt go on tour again, preparing everything for said tour - see, he really doesn’t need me to add to his things-to-worry-about-list, especially if he can’t do anything to fix it and it’ll go away on its own anyway.

i feel my phone’s vibration from somewhere in between the sheets and grab it. it's messages from nick.

hey y/n heard your not feeling so good (:/ smiley) i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

hope you feel better soon tho

matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday

I hey y/n heard your not feeling so good 😕 i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

word spreads faaast 😂 i’m so sad i gotta wait another week or so to see you again i only like sleepovers cuz of u but dont tell chris 🤫

I i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

seriously i hate that yk me so well 😐

I its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

at first i was like 🤨 but then i kept reading i LOVE YOUU SO MUCH OMG just so yk chris was the second option

I hope you feel better soon tho

me too now i’m excited for the pajamaaas 😫

I matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday 🤔

i’m gonna kill him like fr this time

hey where tf is chris??

talking to mom shes teaching him sth honestly don’t ask idk

ok 😂 i think im gonna take a nap talk later?

yess get some rest and lmk if you need anything ❤️

ly❤️❤️

after sending the last message i get a call from matt. i contemplate not picking up for a second but decide against it.

“what?”

“uff, what’s that attitude?”

“i’m sick because of you, shithead.”

“we don’t know that. what if you’re the one who passed it on to me, hm? besides, i was just calling to tell you to drink some water and to ask if you need anything. i was actually being nice but you clearly don’t deserve it,” his voice is just as bad as mine, if not worse which makes me feel a little bad, but matt wouldn’t be one of my best friends if i had to worry about him getting mad every time i’m not nice. that’s actually how we bonded after annoying each other every chance we got. we both have a bit of an attitude problem which caused a lot of irritation and aggravation. now we get along better than any pair of best friends. the teasing stayed in place, but now we both know there’s only endless love behind it. sometimes you just gotta let off a bit of steam and we both just get that.

“fine, i’m sorry. sickness really does turn you soft, huh?” i smirk.

“why’re you saying it like you just confirmed a theory?”

“mary lou told me once and i’ve been waiting ever since to see for myself, guess she was right.”

“you are actually the worst. i’m hanging up now. drink water, bye.”

he hangs up the phone and i laugh to myself. what a big baby.

i open chris’ chat and type in a message telling him i’m going to sleep and that i will call him once i wake up again. i don’t bother waiting for a reply and just put the phone on my nightstand. i turn on my side, close my eyes and after that i don’t notice anything anymore.

i jolt up from bed, breathing heavy, body sweaty and heart racing. my room is dark, lit up only by the moon shining through my window. i look around trying to remember where i am and shake the nightmare from my mind.

i reach for my phone and check the time.

11:43 pm

i turn on the flashlight and right when i notice a black jacket hung over the back of my desk chair i hear footsteps coming closer.

chris pushes the door open and steps in.

“oh shit, did i wake you?”

“no i had a nightmare. what are doing here?”

i sit upright in bed and turn the flashlight off when chris flips the switch to turn on the fairy lights around the edges of my ceiling.

he moves to sit on the bed next to me before he answers, “i had mom teach me how to make her get-well-quick-soup and brought you some. she also told me about the perfect remedy tea, i can make it for you,” he stands up again immediately, “i’ll heat up the soup for you first. shit ma, have you even eaten anything today?” he stands by the door, holding the handle but looking back over his shoulder at me.

“chris,” i honestly don’t know what to say to him. he is so sweet i have to fight the tears that build up on my waterline. i just look at him for a moment, a little smile ghosting on my lips.

i’m well aware of how caring, considerate and compassionate chris is as a person in general, but it still baffles me sometimes how much he goes out of his way to make others feel good. i guess i’m just not used to it, being loved like this, having someone do everything that lies in their hands - and beyond that - just for me. it’s astonishing to say the least. especially when i myself have had issues with showing how deeply i cherish somebody ever since i can remember. it’s probably rooted somewhere in my past and how my affection has been received and responded to, that’s what my therapist says anyway.

i shake myself out of my thoughts and move the blanket away from my body to finally get up. immediately chris is beside me, holding me in place, “what’re you doing, ma? stay here i’ll bring it up,” he talks quietly, trying to get me to take in my previous lying position but i stay put on the ground.

“babe, i have been in this bed almost all day. i need to get up. i’ll just come down with you, we can eat together in the kitchen,” i try to convince him.

he looks at me, an uncertain expression on his face for a few seconds, the gears in his head almost visibly turning while he thinks about it. at last he lets out a sigh and nods, “alright then, hop on my back,” he bends over in a piggy back position in front of me and i can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“you do know i can walk, right?” i ask still chuckling.

“i know, come ooon, just do it,” he urges me on and wiggles his hips, making me laugh even harder when i climb on his back.

“you’re gonna be so sick tomorrow, chris,” i complain mournfully once he lets me down to sit on the kitchen counter while he gets to heating up the soup he brought.

chris insists he’s not prone to catch a cold or any sickness easily, no matter how contagious or how close to the source he might be, even though he has proven himself wrong multiple times on more occasions than he cares to admit.

“no i won’t. besides, i could use a few days off even if i have to be sick to get that,” he lets out a huff of air trying to make it sound humorous, but both of us - and everyone who knows chris for that matter - knows that he is exhausted and is in desperate need of a break.

i know he doesn’t want me to get serious about that topic right now though so i try to change routes, “oh my god,” he turns around from where he was stirring the soup on the stove and faces me, confused about my shocked exclamation. i point an accusatory finger at him, my jaw hanging low but a smile still creeping it’s way on my face.

“so that’s why you’re here. you came to try and get infected, that’s why you carried me down too even though you know damn well i coulda walked by myself. and i’m here thinking you were actually being the best boyfriend on earth. turns out my man is a piece of shit,” by the end i fail to stay serious and let out a giggle. well, it’s not like he actually believed that i meant what i was saying but still.

he lets go of everything he was holding, turns around to me fully and begins to stalk toward me slowly.

“oh yeah?” i don’t know if it’s just me or if he’s doing it on purpose but all of a sudden his voice sounds deeper, his face more stern and serious.

“is that what you think then? i’m just a piece of shit?” he makes me nervous at first but the second i see the smirk on his lips i know exactly what’s about to follow.

“chris. no.”

he is standing right in front of me, so close he has positioned himself in between my legs, his hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me. the finger i was pointing at him long since taken back.

“am i a piece of shit when i make you cum with just my tongue?” his face is so close now.

“stop,” i say quieter than i mean to, almost whisper-like.

“or when i fuck you so good you can’t walk right for days, am i a piece of shit then?”

this asshole is doing it on purpose. he knows i would never have sex with him when i’m sick so he’s trying to rile me up the little fucker. have i mentioned that i actually hate him. like for real hate him. the type of hate that leads to an absolutely mindblowing fuck. shit.

“or yesterday when you told matt you needed a break and came downstairs to my room to suck me off and then you just wiped your mouth and went back up like nothing happened. did you do it because i’m a piece of shit?”

my jaw is on the floor.

“or when–”

“OKAY,” i practically scream, “you’re the best and i didn’t mean what i said, just please stop.”

i’m almost whining at this point.

i try to rub my legs together to ease some of the friction unnoticeably but chris is like a hawk, sees everything, notices everything. and then he smiles. just smiles and goes back to the soup.

later that night, after i was forced to eat almost all of the soup and drink two cups of magic tea while chris downed a cheese burger, fries and three of the last four pepsi cans i had in my fridge, we snuggled up on the couch with a heavy blanket that chris had also asked his mom for, thrown over both of our laps and a random movie playing on the tv.

neither one of us actually felt like watching something but we threw it on as background noise anyway. chris and i have barely seen each other in almost two weeks so all we want right now is to enjoy each other's company. he has been so busy with all that’s coming up for him and his brothers, still is. and i've been studying like crazy because i always feel like i won’t pass if i don’t and when i wasn’t busy with that i’d be at work to earn my living and feel like i’m doing enough. so there wasn't really time for us to actually be together and get to enjoy it. i've missed it.

“you know you’re probably sick because you exhaust yourself all the time,” chris says when he turns to look at me.

“shh,” i shush him with my eyes closed and a smile on my lips, “i got it from matt, no discussion.”

he lets out a little laugh at that, “yes discussion. if you keep going like that, one day it’s gonna have more serious effects on your health than a cold. you don’t even need to do all that. how many times do i have to tell you your life is worth enough even if you don’t work yourself half to death and have a little fun every once in a while,” he rubs my thigh while talking. chris knows better than anyone that i don’t like being put on the spot and lectured about my not-so-healthy habits like that, especially when i know exactly that it’s in fact very unhealthy. but he also insists on having these talks with me because he knows i would shut out everyone else who’d dare to try immediately. he and his brothers are the only three people i have let come so close and they make use of that quite often, might i say. but it’s okay because these people are my best friends and i know i need to be put in check sometimes, i admit. nobody else would dare try but them so i just let them.

i must say, it has helped me improve my life to an extent. they taught me that it’s okay to cut ties with people who are bad for my mental health and encourage bad habits, and that i don’t owe shit to them even if they want to make me believe that. they kept telling me “quality friends are worth so much more than a big amount of bad ones” until it finally clicked in my brain and i blocked half of my contact list.

“look who’s talkin’. mister i work twice as hard as the person i try to lecture,” i jab my finger in his side and he jerks.

“you know that’s different,” he holds my hands in his to stop me from doing it again.

i like feeling his hands on mine. i know he’s my boyfriend and it might be weird to say it like that. but i haven’t seen him in so long, which means i also haven’t felt him in so long. it’s crazy but it almost feels like in the beginning when we were scared to touch each other and would act like we accidentally brushed our hand on the other but we both knew it was fully on purpose.

chris pulls me out of my thoughts again when he speaks, “at least i have an end in sight and work’s gonna be way more relaxed once i’m done with everything. with you there’s always–”

the ringing of his phone cuts him off and he takes a look at the caller id, his mom. he narrows his eyes at me and gives me a look that says “we’re not done yet” but picks up the phone and holds it up so she can see the both of us on the screen.

“i was going to ask chris about you but since you’re with him please pinch him for me,” is the first thing mary lou says when she looks at us. and i gladly do as she says even though i don't know what he did to deserve it.

“oww, what was that for?” chris asks whining and i just shrug and chuckle.

“you told me you would bring y/n the soup and go back home. you lied to me.”

i turn to him with my mouth hanging open, “christopher owen, how dare you?”

it’s so fun to aggravate chris.

he furrows his brows at me and then looks back at the screen, “she literally begged me,” he straight up lies. “i was trying to tell her i didn’t wanna get sick so i could only drop off the soup and blanket and would have to leave again but then she started crying–”

i hit him for real this time, hard enough to make him suck air through his teeth.

“mary lou, don’t believe a word he says.”

“i know, darling, you wouldn’t do that. chris, that’s twice you’ve lied today.”

“sorry, mom,” he actually looks defeated now, “you know i can’t just leave her all alone when she’s like this. i lied because i didn’t wanna worry you. i won’t get sick though,” at that me and her give each other a knowing look but let him continue, “y/n’s weak and in pain, of course i’ll be by her side as much as i can, you probably knew i was here, that’s why you called me,” chris wiggles his finger at his mom with a cheeky smile while she’s trying to hide her own.

“alright, alright,” she gives in, “that’s how young love is, i guess. anyway, have you eaten the soup yet?”

“almost all of it,” i report proudly, rubbing my stomach.

“only forced,” chris side-eyes me and i roll my eyes at him.

“and the tea?” mary lou just keeps going. well, i definitely know where her son gets the caring from.

i grab the mug that’s been sitting on the table for two hours and could now be considered iced tea and hold it up for her to see, “this is my third,” i take a sip.

“very good. okay, well, i just wanted to check if chris is taking good care of you. it’s important for you to get enough rest, don’t go to sleep too late, alright darling? i have to go now but if you need something just give me a call. i’ll talk to you both in the morning. good night, i love you,” she blows two kisses as we tell her we love her and then she ends the call.

right when chris puts his phone down we hear the doorbell ring.

we both glance at the direction of the front door as if we could see through it and figure out who’s standing on the other side. then we turn and look at each other.

“expecting someone?” chris asks me and i just shake my head no and shrug unknowingly.

“open up!” the voice sounds muffled but it’s unmistakably matt.

chris rolls his eyes and sighs loudly and i just giggle.

he moves the blanket and gets up to go open the door but stops in his tracks suddenly, turns around again, bends down and kisses me.

“won’t be able to do that for a while if he’s here,” he explains before he goes.

matt and nick do complain every time we kiss in front of them, so we agreed on trying not to do it anymore. they act like little kids being forced to see their parents being all lovey-dovey with each other. at least one of them always yells “GET A ROOM!” as if they’re not invading our personal space. big babies, like i said.

“what’s up, bitches?” nick walks in wearing the pajamas we wanted to match, holding up his hands. one holding what i assume is my set of the exact same one and a pillow in his other hand.

i jump up from the couch immediately and squeal as i run toward him to hug him.

“what are you doing here?” i ask once we let go of each other, our smiles still as big as ever.

“since chris is here breathing in germs and this one,” he points his thumb over his shoulder where matt is giving chris a pajama pair, “is already sick i thought we might as well have our movie night here since i’m getting it from one of you either way.”

“i’m so happy,” i squeak, elongating the words.

“aren’t you happy to see me too?” matt acts sad and offended when he moves to stand next to nick.

i roll my eyes but give him a big hug, “i am actually.”

chris scoffs and we all laugh. he moves to stand closer to me and i wrap my arms around him, tilting my head to look at him.

“you guys can go in the kitchen, grab some snacks while me and chris put on our pajamas,” i say to nick and matt, my eyes still locked on my boyfriend.

they do as they’re told once the’ve put down their things and soon enough they’re out of sight.

“you good?” chris asks me quietly, stroking my hair gently

“yeah. i just realized our alone time is over,” i respond in a hushed tone.

he gives me a kiss on the forehead before he talks, “it’s okay, we’ll just go up to your room when they’re asleep. nothing’s keeping me away from you tonight.”

hearing it makes comfort spread in my chest in a way i didn’t know i needed right now.

“i love you so much, chris. thank you for everything,” i try to sound genuine, because i truly am.

he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger and dips his head until his lips meet mine.

“i love you too, ma.”

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stinmybubs · 29 days

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"I Want you Pt.2" NSFW

AN: Hi hi!! Thank you all so so much for the love on my last post, this one was planned out a tiny bit more but tbh I just want to skip to the sex at one point sooo Teehee. (I also decided to spell his name with the gou lol.)

18+!! Please Minors DNI! Please and thank you! I’m not too good at drawing sex scenes tbh! So I hope this’ll be okay I’ll practice more!

AFAB! Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings!!: Degrading!! LONGER THAN PT.1

Pt. 1 here!

Bakugou was livid. Not only was every other boy in the class able to get a peek at your ass, but you keep purposely putting yourself out there for everyone to see. Of course he didn’t want anyone to look at what he wanted. What was his. But of course, you weren’t his yet though.

Bakugou found the best way to punish you, to tease back. Maybe leave some soft touches on your body here and there, getting you to want him, crave him, and only think of him.

So, as the time passed in the gym he plotted how he was going to go about this without being caught by everyone else. But seems fate had something in store for the two of you, because you could have perfect timing.

“Fuck I need more water…” you groaned, begging for time to go faster. As you grabbed your water bottle your good friend Uraraka waved to you, quickly walking over to you with her beautiful smile on her face.

“Where ya goin? We have like 20 more minutes.” The wide eyed girl asked, curiously looking at you.

“Well, I need more water if I’m gonna survive anymore of this…or I’ll pass the fuck out.” You say, wiping your forehead with your towel as the girl chatted it up with you before letting you go refill your water.

As you make your way out the hall and to the water fountain, you can’t help but think about how sexy Bakugou looked working out. His skin glistening perfectly on his muscles, oh and the way his pecs just looked so perfect, the way he would lift up his shirt from time to time to reveal his abs. Oh god. He was so hot.

You thought about how his rough hands would feel on your body. How’s he would grab you by the waist, he honestly could easily pick you up without and issue. You gulp as you put the water bottle underneath the faucet of the water fountain. Not realizing how you were rubbing your thighs together and your breathing became uneven.

“Whatcha’ thinkin’ of? Hm?”

The voice made your heart sink. Feeling a sudden weight behind you, his hands grabbing the water fountain to trap you in front of him.

“N-nothing… I’m just thinking how long the workout out is!” You pant, your heart racing as he pressed against your back.

“Really? That’s all? Cuz yer sure was showin off a ton back there..” he leaned in to your ear, the feeling of his breath on your neck and ears made you shudder.

“I-…I don’t know what you mean Bakugou.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Oh how you wanted to just melt underneath him and let him take you right then and there.

“Hm…you think I don’t notice? Yer’ little stares? Ya’ pathetic attempts at teasing me?” He puts the thin skin of the tip of your ear between his teeth, nibbling it slightly. You let out a small whimper, omg. It’s finally happening! You shut your eyes prepared anticipating his next move.

Nothing. As hot as his pressure was, you didn’t realize he was gone. What the fuck? Was I imagining or was that real? Am I going crazy over this man? You panic internally realizing how hot your body was. Fuck, i gotta go home. With that you did not care if you all had 20 minutes left on the clock, you were all hot and bothered and needed some relief.

“Fuck…” you quickly fidget with your keys, trying to get your room door open. “Why isn’t it working?” You hiss, taking the keys out to examen them. Wrong key. You accidentally grabbed the nearest key next to your water bottle instead of your own. The worst part is. It was Bakugou’s keys.

“Oh my god, you got to be kidding me…” your heart began to race, thinking of your last interaction with the guy.

“Oi. You got something that’s mine.” The familiar voice seen shivers up your spine, your heart dropping as you turned around to look at the blonde. “Haha…seems I do” you awkwardly laugh, watching him walk over to you, he had a towel wrapped around his neck with one hand holding one side and behold his other hand. A key.

“And I’m guessing that’s my key?” You point to the key in his hand. He nods, a small smirk entering I face. Oh how handsome he was up close. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, it’s like you were entranced for a moment, watching a bead of sweat drip down his face and off his chin. Oh how you saw his grin grow wider.

“Quite ya’ starin.” He uses his free hand that was once holding his towel to flick your forehead.

“Ow, sorry! Sorry…may I have my key back?” You looked back him, making eye contact for a split second before he made a ‘hm’ noise. His body shifted closer to you, pressing your back against your dorm door. The dangled the key over your head as he leaned one arm against the door.

“Come earn ya’ keys back pretty.” He once again flicked your forehead, grabbing his own keys out your loose hands and walked away.

You were freaking I out. What did he mean? Why did he do that? What the FUCK is going on? So many question filled your flustered head. Omg, omg omg, omg!! Your face burning red.

Katsuki waited patiently in his room, leaning against his own bed, staring at the keys he had in front of him. You were taking fucking forever, all that teasing and no guts to back it up made him snicker.

Knock knock

Finally. Opening the door to see you standing there, your face all flushed red. Cute. He thought, letting you into his dorm, grabbing your keys and throwing them somewhere.

“What took ya’ so long? Fucking thought you pussied out of wanting me.” He grabbed your face, making you look into his eyes. “I uh…was nervous?” You questioningly stated. Your heart racing. His room smelt so good.

"So uh...how do I earn my keys back Bakugou?" You nervously asked as he let your face go, blushing at how big his hands were. The boy hadn't answered you yet, but oh you got your answer when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him.

"B...Bakugou? Why-" you were cut off by Bakugou pressing his lips onto yours, moving the hand that was on your wrist to your waste to pull your body closer to him and the other pressing your head deeper into the kiss.

You were in shock, your eyes wide making eye contact with katsuki. Soon you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Fuck. You never knew kissing could feel so good, it got hot so fast it felt like the room was on fire. Your kiss with bakugou soon became sloppy as he effortlessly picked you up by the waist, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he moved you over to his bed.

Katsuki released himself from the kiss, you let out a small whine because the kiss felt so fucking good you never wanted it to stop. questingly looking up at him, you noticed that devilish smirk on his face. "Wha-AT" You squealed as he tossed you onto his bed.

"What the fuck Bakugou!?" You shout, super confused on what's going on. Trying to sit up you feel your legs being grabbed and pried open by his hands. "W-Wait!" You shout, trying to stop him from removing your shorts.

"I-...I haven't showered yet I might stink." You shyly try to close your legs back up but he was just too strong, keeping them open. "I don't care. And stop calling me Bakugou...ya' know what we're about to do and ya' still keep saying the wrong name. It's Katsuki." He gently slapped your hand away from you trying to remove his hands.

You gulp, completely surrendering yourself to his will, watching as he slowly removed your shorts. you could already feel how wet you were through your own panties and were extremely embarrassed because you knew he was gonna tease you about this.

"Wow...this we for me? Or was it when ya' decided to give the whole class a show hm..? " The feeling of of one of his fingers pressing against your soaked panties, at this point the panties didn't even matter, you felt how he rubbed his fingers against you fold causing you to let out a small moan.

Katsuki couldn't wait any longer, all the teasing and the thoughts he had of you all building up to this moment. Fuck you looked so hot laying on his bed, face all flushed and completely surrendered to him.

Katsuki removed you panties effortlessly, tossing them aside not caring where they landed, fuck. This is really happening. You felt Katsuki’s fingers slowly slip into you, your slick already making wet noises which made you really embarrassed.

Katsuki watched you, he watched as your body convulsed and your face contort as his fingers moved in and out of your pussy.

“K-…Katsu please.” You look at him with pleading eyes, his fingers felt so good, but of course you wanted more. And you knew he wanted more too. “Ya’ want me that bad huh?” He chuckled leaning himself further between your legs, his fingers still doing their job as his face got closer to yours.

“Why should I give a slut like you my dick?” He questioned, you barley able to answer him over the feeling of his thick, touch fingers pounding into your pussy. “C-cuz…please?” You beg, your eyes slightly welling up with tears of desperation. You’ve never felt so hot and needy in your life.

Katsuki hummed at your expression, he could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, his mind being clouded with lust. Finally having you laying in his bed, it felt like a dream.

Katsuki removed his sweatpants and boxers swiftly, ready to feel you. Of course he couldn’t think properly, not even caring to get a condom…not like he had one in the first place, him being a virgin. He was simply acting on instinct and desire.

You try your best to brace yourself, trying to get a peak at his dick. You couldn’t really due to his tank top dropping a bit far where you could only make out a bit of it, and boy was he bigger than you thought he would be.

His dick wasn’t huge, it was the perfect size about 6.5-7 inches and hell was he pretty girthy. This made your anxiety peak a little. Will that hurt? Well the only thing that’s been inside your body until this moment has been your fingers. So yeah pretty sure it’s gonna hurt.

“Look at me.” You heard the blonde boy growl, one of his free hands forcing you to look up at him, making eye contact the whole time he slowly put in his dick.

“Ah..! Katsu-…it hurts!” You hiss in pain, feeling his dick stretch out your walls. He simply groaned, stopping a little bit to make sure you adjust to him. “Fuck.” Katsuki leaned in to kiss you, trying to help distract you from the pain as he slid the rest of his dick inside you.

You moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss as you felt even more pain writhe throughout your body. Soon the pain easing into a more pleasurable feeling. Oh you felt so full.

“Kats..!” You separate the kiss, leaving a string of saliva from one another’s lips. “You can…you can move” you struggle to say. Katsuki didn’t waste anytime, slowly he started moving his hips. He was trying his best to hold himself back, but you were so fucking tight and he just wanted to ravage you.

Slowly his thrusts became faster, leaving you a moaning mess as your vision became a bit blurred. Oh how you didn’t regret teasing Katsuki at all if it all means he wanted you this badly as well.

“Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed looking back into your blurred eyes, loving how pathetic you looked underneath him. “Ya’ look like a whore.” Katsuki’s comment made you feel something, you never thought you’d like anything like that but his comment turned you on even more.

“Ya’ like that huh? Like being called a fucking whore and slut.” You gulp, nodding your head profusely as he kept fucking your pussy.

“Katsu…please! More!” You beg, you couldn’t help but give up your own will because you just felt so good. “Beggin like a fucking whore…ya’ so fuckin perfect for me.” Bakugou kissed you, a rough and sloppy kiss.

You felt like a fucking pornstar as you stared at the ceiling when he kissed you, feeling closer and closer towards your climax. Fuck…thought I’d last longer. You admitted to yourself.

Immediately you remove yourself from the kiss, letting out pathetic moans, “gonna…cum!~” you shout, wrapping your legs around his waist trying to trap his dick inside you.

“Fuckin cum ya’ slut.” Throwing your head back in pleasure, you could feel your legs violently shake as you finally came. Katsuki stopped, looking at your pathetic state and with a lick of his lips he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders.

“Wh…what…?” You question, barley able lift your head to see what he’s doing.

“I haven’t cum yet…” he gave you his signature smirk.

Oh fuck. You were in for a long night.

AN: This took me a lot longer to complete than I liked it to. I got stuck at the sex scene because I just forgot how to write it. So I’m trying to practice on smut again! I hope you all enjoyed it I am sick rn so I will proof read this later! Thank you so much for all the love!! Xoxo Stinmybubs.

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leclsrc · 1 year

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hi auds bear!! dunno if you saw charles' insta story of his new sky ad but now begging for a 2k celebration blurb of dad!charles <3

misspelled – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, girldad!charles

“It’s L-E-S, love.” He points to the piece of paper peppered with doodles. “Go ahead for me.”

The sun is high and sweltering, with noontime March heat, but still Charles is undeterred in his quest to get your daughter to spell his name properly. The evening prior, you’d presented him with a welcome home card signed by her, and addressed to Daddy Charlse—cue the Leclerc dramatics.

He’d pressed about a thousand kisses to her tiny face, thanking her over and over and keeping the card in his bag so they could cook dinner together. But once the pasta was finished and the toothbrush jingle was sang (twice) and he’d stowed her off to bed (three storybooks later), he padded over to your bed and sighed lowly, stopping just shy of the foot of it. Already you’d sensed his incoming anxious complaint.

It comes. “So. Charl-s-e.”

“She’s four, honey.” You’d shut your book softly, smiling. “She spells her grandmum’s name as Packal.”

“It’s because I’m always out for work, isn’t it?” He climbed into bed beside you, perching his chin on your stomach. “And this is also because Max keeps insisting he babysit, sweetie. I swear, he’s brainwashing my baby girl.”

You laughed; the vibration extended into him and he smiled fondly at your reaction. “Charles, it’s nothing. They’re working on spelling at school, you know—she’s got a few words she gets wrong sometimes, the same ones. But she’s learning.”

“Charl-s-e,” he’d repeated sullenly. “Charl-seh.”

“If it matters that much, why don’t you try teaching her tomorrow?” You swept your hand through his hair, mouth in a half-smile. “Make an afternoon of it.”

He’d taken your advice very seriously—woken up a bit earlier, cooked them both pancakes (and you French toast, as always) and led her into the yard for some daddy-daughter time. “If you’re thirsty, I made lemonade,” you sing-song from the patio door. “You two’ve been at it for a bit.”

There are scrapped pieces of paper with his name misspelled on most of them—there is the occasional success, though you’re guessing Charles wants just one more—and drawings of your family all over them. You already sense the influx of pictures Charles has on his phone, of these drawings and cards he always posts on his Instagram or sends to you.

At your announcement, Julia looks up, green eyes piqued with interest, grip on the red crayon loosening. But her father’s faster, gently coaxing her back into the mini lawn chair that sits on the yard. She nods along his careful instructions, writing slowly, sun filtering through her light brown hair.

You get short moments of reprieve like this during the season. It’s rare for Charles to visit if he’s in the thick of it—most of the time you travel to a different city to see him, Julia going from your hip to his arms in seconds once he spots the two of you. But this moment is irreplaceable: the sunrays on the grass, the lemonade waiting to be drank, the pieces of paper with Mommy and Papa, bunchfuls of grapes on the patio table.

He tries again. “Come on, love. C-H-A…”

She bounds into the kitchen five minutes clutching a final paper, which she shows you with a sun-tinged face of pride. CHARLSE, it reads still. You pour her a glass, wait for Charles to finish packing up the rest of the art materials Julia was too excited to do herself; he comes in a bit sweaty from the sun asking to see the card.

You hand him a glass and press a kiss to his cheek. “Still S-E,” you say, both of you reading over the various scribbles.

“I don’t care.” He pauses. “You see this?” He points to the lower part of the page.

Best Daddy Ever is written on it in wild vivid colors. You beam, love bubbling up in your chest overwhelmingly. He takes it from you and tacks it onto on the fridge, smiling. “She wrote that. I couldn’t have asked for a better card.”

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — NANAMI x FEM READER

Gojo sets you up with your future husband in the middle of English class.

wc — 700

tags — Gojo’s annoying ass, stay at home husband Nanami, title from manga of the same name

“Honey, I’m home,” you call.

Immediately, Nanami comes to the door clad in his pastel yellow apron with little ducks. It matches his hair and complements his pink dish gloves perfectly.

“I’d hug you but I’m a little dirty at the moment,” he says.

“Who cares?” You wrap your arms around him to his spluttered protests.

When he falls suspiciously silent, you look up to see what’s wrong. You follow his soft gaze to the ring on your finger, your arms still looped around his neck.

“You know I hate owing Gojo anything, but I really am grateful for this one,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

It is thanks to Gojo that you got married, after all.

In high school, Gojo Satoru was a menace who loves meddling in your love life. He treated you like a little sister, which meant he was also comfortable doing whatever he wanted to you without consequence.

You should’ve known better than to trust him, but he piques your interest when he asks, “Hey, you know Nanami from our econ class?”

“I do not dream of labor Nanami?” You ask.

“All jobs are shitty, this is just slightly less shitty Nanami?” Chimes in Yuki across the table.

“Even when I’m asleep the only thing I think about is money Nanami?” From your side, even Utahime is interested in the conversation, a rarer occasion than a eclipse.

“That’s the one!” Gojo beckons you closer. Of course, you stay right where you are, because you don’t trust him. He crooks his fingers at you again, coaxing, “Come on, come on. Don’t you trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine, have it your way,” he says, rolling his eyes. Then, at a volume completely unnecessary and loud enough for everyone within a five mile radius to hear, he all but yells, “You would like Nanami! I’m setting you two up.”

You would slap him, but he’s faster, catching your arm like he anticipated the blow. He probably did.

“Gojo, what the fuck?!” You hiss.

“Shhh, I’m doing you a favor! My two most boring friends, one ambitious, one indolent - you two are a match made in heaven.”

You squint at him. “Isn’t Nanami the top of our class? He works harder than anyone else, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Okay, but it’s not because he wants to. He hates working, he just wants to live comfortably. You see where I’m going with this?”

You really, really don’t.

“God, do I have to spell everything out for you? I really am a blessing to you poor-“

“Gojo.”

“Fine, whatever! Let’s do the math. You want to become a CEO or something, I wasn’t really paying attention when you told me about it. Nanami wants to be a live in housewife who’s only job is to cook, clean, and love his partner. One plus one equals two, he can be your housewife.”

“I can be what now?” You refuse to turn around, like if you can’t see him, he’ll go away eventually. He must’ve been summoned by Gojo’s annoyingly loud volume.

Gojo has no such shame. “Perfect, I don’t even have to go looking for you! I’ll leave you two to it. Use protection or actually don’t, so you can give me godchildren!”

He dodges your attempt at murder for the second time and skips off, humming to himself. You’re never speaking to him again, you resolve. Nanami’s presence looms at your back, stiff and uncomfortable. How do you break the ice?

“You…don’t have to be a househusband,” you offer. That is not the way you wanted to start your introduction, but for some reason your mouth won’t stop moving no matter how much you beg yourself to shut up. “We can be double income, if you want, but I’m sure I can make enough for both of us.”

You’re silently begging the ground to just swallow you up to escape your earthly torment when he laughs. It’s a pretty thing, not like bells or wind chimes as the books describe, but beautiful nonetheless.

He smiles down on you as he says, “I’m okay being a househusband if you’ll have me.”

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marypaol · 2 months

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Fake Hatred

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Draco and Reader hate each other. Everybody knows it, even Draco’s friends. But they have suspicions and their gut feelings aren’t wrong.

Warnings: “Enemies” to lovers, bets, mentions of labeling someone “Princess” and “Prince”, one swear/bad word, jealous Pansy, little crying, anger, protectiveness from Draco.

Note: I honestly kinda hate it, but it was requested and/so I hope it’s satisfactory. :/

Written for: @amayaaaxx

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The voices were muffled, purposely speaking low to not be heard. Their meeting and conversation was hushed to the minimum volume, caution constantly running through their veins so they wouldn’t get caught.

“I bet ya; ten gallons.”

A scoff was heard. “Ten gallons? That’s it? Make it twenty.”

There was a moment of silence so we can only assume the other person shook or nodded their head.

“Come on! We’re talking about the Slytherin Prince and Princess-If I’m right on this I gotta get a better reward.”

Another scoff. “Fine. But I won’t have to worry about it since I know I’m right in this.”

Yet another moment of silence, meaning another head movement of their choice.

“Whatever you say, I know I’m right.”

“Eh? How ‘bout we make this really interesting?”

The person chuckled, and that’s when we can put names to the voices, since that particular chuckle was oh so recognizable. It was Crabbe and Blaise. And Crabbe was the one who laughed.

“What? You already got money involved I don’t know how it can get any better.”

Blaise didn’t verbally respond, so it gave the impression he made a facial expression; a smirk, if you will.

“How ‘bout we give him, ya know, a little push?”

Crabbe made a loud reaction and Blaise was quick to shush, yet another silent moment to tell us that they were looking left and right for any sign of someone being there.

Once they were giving the reassurance that there was no evident difference in the air, they continued.

“Be quiet, loud mouth. Make a sound that loud again and someone will for sure be right at the end of the corridor.”

Blaise was speaking through clenched teeth, voice barely leaving his mouth.

Crabbe let out a sound of annoyance. “Not my fault you picked the most echoey one out of all the school.”

There was a slapping sound then, like Blaise smacked Crabbe’s shoulder. (The slap was followed by a quiet whine of protest.)

“Whatever-anyway, what do ya think? Mm?”

Crabbe thought for a moment. “Nah; let’s drop signs to the princess.”

“Signs of what?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for ya? That he likes her, duh.”

After a moment Blaise made a clicking sound with his tongue as a sign of agreement. “Not bad, Crabbe. Not bad at all.”

The discussion went back and forth on a plan once one of the two plans was favored, but what they didn’t know was that the person Malfoy supposedly had an interest in was right behind the wall they were leaning on, knowing everything they said. She heard enough, leaving her hiding place with a soft smirk on her face.

“Where have you been?”

Although the voice held annoyance and frustration for Pansy’s eye, she heard concern and worry laced through it like a knitted clothing item.

Her heart softly fluttered at his concern but scoffed nonetheless.

“Like you care.” She snapped back instead.

Pansy rolled her eyes at the usual encounter between the two Slytherins.

“Gosh, won’t you two sort it out? Merlin’s sake.”

“Shut up Parkinson.” Malfoy barked and she instantly sank in her seat like she usually does when Draco orders her.

“Whatever,” Pansy muttered, trying to sound like Malfoy’s remark didn’t affect her. “I’m gonna go find the guys so they can study with us. I just know they won’t do it later on their own.”

Pansy left with a roll of her eyes, robes swooping behind her as she left the Common Room.

As soon as Pansy’s robes were out of sight, his pale fingers laced with the girl’s next to him under the table on his knee.

“Blaise? Crabbe?”

The sound of hushed talking was heard despite her call out to the student behind the door Pansy was, so she turned around the corner to find the two boys whispering among themselves. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“What are you two morons murmuring about?”

The two boys stopped talking immediately at the third voice, both heads snapping in her direction as if they just got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

“Nothing.” Crabbe said, clearly lying.

Pansy again rolled her eyes for the millionth time that day.

“Whatever. We have to go study for Snape’s test- we have to get back before they kill each other.”

Pansy turned around to head back to the Common Room so she didn’t see the smirk they exchanged before they followed her.

“I see you guys have already started studying.”

The teasing tone used came from Crabbe, his lips turned into a smirk as well as Blaise’s when they saw what was in front of them.

Draco and the girl were holding hands on the table, but once they heard another presence the fingers separated at the speed of lightning.

Pansy’s face held an otherwise expression, her mouth agape and eyes sightly glazed with tears.

“What the absolute hell?” She barked, pointing at them with disgust written all over her face.

“Yeah, what she said.” Blaise joined in one the teasing, chuckling lightly at Pansy’s reaction.

“Since when did this become any of you guys’ business?” Draco snapped suddenly.

The two boys held up their hands on defense, but Pansy wasn’t having it.

“I could treat you better, Dray. Better than whatever that is.” She said, gesturing to the poor girl sitting at the table, her lips turned downward in a small frown at the other Slytherin’s words.

“Snap that stupid mouth shut, it never knows when to.” Draco ordered, gripping the girl’s hand again once he angrily packed their books together in their bags. He grabbed them in his hand, swooping them over his shoulder, eyes glaring upon them.

“Now, if you guys don’t mind, which I don’t care if you do, we’re gonna go study in some peace and quiet without all you three nagging about what you think is your business.”

He lead the girl out without another word, fingers laced together.

Pansy scoffed despite the tears in her eyes. She walked away quickly, hands coming up to her face when she did so.

“So much for the signs.” Crabbe said.

Blaise smacked his arm for the second time that day in response.

“Shut up, Crabbe.”

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stars-by-the-pocketfuls · 2 months

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💫 21/04/24 💫 @jegulus-microfic 💫 prompt: run 💫 word count: 800 words

“Bloody James Potter,”

With a scowl, Regulus launched himself onto a sofa, narrowly avoiding Barty’s outstretched legs.

“He transfigured McGonagall’s table into a lion in what he calls true Gryffindor spirit, and she was in a right mood with our class,”

He shot a glare at Evan’s barely concealed snort.

“It really isn’t funny. I was convinced she was going to turn Lestrange into a teapot if he got the spells wrong one more time, and as funny as that would’ve been, I really wasn’t in the mood. It’s bad enough everyone thinks he’s a bloody god, he really doesn’t need any more ego boosts. I mean, he could run for minister if magic and with just one of his pompous pretty smiles, he’d suddenly be running the country,”

Barty let out a long suffering sigh and handed Dorcas, who was draped over a chair, 10 galleons. Her smug smile was lost on Regulus, who was completely immersed in his rant.

“And there’s a rumour going around that the Ravenclaw Nancy was dared to high five the Giant Squid, but nearly drowned. And guess who comes to the rescue? James bloody Potter. Of course he knows how to swim, is there anything he can’t do? He’s some sort of over glorified knight in shining armour, soon there’ll be posters with his stupid face plastered in people’s dorms. With the way some people say his name you’d think he was a celebrity, and at this rate he’ll become one. Could you imagine if he was famous? I don’t think I could bear it, he’d do that stupid thing where he thinks it’s cool when he pushes his hair back. He couldn’t look more stupid if he tried. Salazar, I can’t wait to say I told you so, when he grows old and has a receding hairline,”

This time Barty opened his mouth, probably to ask why Regulus would still be talking to James when they were older, but Pandora poked him sharply with her shoulder from where she sat on the floor, and he promptly shut up. Passing 20 galleons, Dorcas rolled her eyes, the exasperation flying straight over the intended recipient. The target in question was still going, hands gesturing wildly as if he couldn’t possibly contain all his thoughts about Potter in just his angry words.

“He’s not even stupid like everyone assumes, it takes a lot of difficult magic to turn an inanimate object into a living thing, clearly he’s quite smart. He’s just like Sirius, neither of them are as dumb as they pretend. It was quite a brilliant bit of magic actually, but he never uses it for something worthwhile of course it was stupid show for his Gryffindor pride. We get it, you're proud you were sorted red, but nobody else gives a toss. The other day he was pretend flirting with Lupin, and he was saying how well crimson suits his complexion as if everyone doesn’t already know. It’s just so attention seeking, needing to announce that in the great hall, everyone already puts him on this pedestal, he doesn’t need to announce his radiance to the whole student body. Nobody cares.”

The initial smug smile had slipped off Evan’s face the longer Regulus kept talking, eventually morphing into false ire. He pulled an extra ten galleons out of his pocket and wordlessly handed the whole collection of coins into Pandora’s outstretched palms. Her triumphant laugh broke Regulus out of the James induced trance, finally noticing his other friends somber faces.

“Really Reginald, I bestowed my faith in you,” Barty lamented.

“What?”

“We were all betting on how long your love ballad would go on this time, and I was sure you wouldn’t go over ten minutes. Dorcas bet 20, Evan bet under half an hour, but of course you had to let Pandora win,”

He rolled his eyes, “that was not 30 minutes,”

“No it wasn’t,” Dorcas sighed consulting her wand, “it was 31 minutes and 10 seconds,”

If it wasn’t for the dark flush, it would’ve appeared he hasn’t heard her at all.

“And that wasn’t a love ballad,”

This time he caught the disbelief on everyone’s faces.

“Are you telling me he doesn’t get on your nerves too? I mean I’ve never seen anyone with such an inflated ego, and I’ve been going to pureblood gathering as soon as I could walk, and he struts-“

“Oh Merlin’s sake,” Barty let out a melodramatic groan. “I’m going to be broke by the end of the week. Can we call the bet off?”

#stars finally writes #can you believe it I finally got round to writing something #and if the time regulus rants about James coincided with James death date because I love a tragedy we won’t mention it #anyways I love Regulus in love #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders

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blackberryshortcake · 2 months

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Witches Wrath Pt. 2

Pt. 1

p.s if there is spelling mistakes, womp womp I'm trying my best T~T

The second that heavy mahogany door shut you were grabbed by the throat and slammed into the nearest wall. Corvus was pissed you could feel his breath on your face while you fight to catch your own once more.

“What exactly gives you the right to fill his head with those thoughts.” Anger and malice in every syllable he spoke.

“Did I stick a nerve Sebastian”

His gloved hand around your throat tightens.

“All-all I did was tell him the truth and he wanted to make a deal. Last time I checked that’s not against the rules.” When in the hell did he get so strong.

“Ciel Phantomhive’s soul belongs to me”

That stupid fucking accent of his was really pissing me off

“I don’t want his soul and anyways what the big deal with it anyways? There are plenty of other souls just like his. If I had the power to right now I could leave and come back with 10 just like it and 20 that are even better.”

“That simply isn’t the matter at hand” he’s loosened his grip but he was still impossible close to you.

“Oh it’s not is it. Do you understand how fucking Insane this all is. I saw inside his head when we shook hands and how had, i don’t know how CPS has not been called or some shit. Now don’t get me wrong the modern world I call home is no better but at least someone would say something about all this” gesturing around you. “Not to long ago I finally realized where I had heard the phantomhive name before I new the boys father once upon a time and the fact of the matter is you have what a 14 year old boy running a business and working for the queen like he’s not yah know a child”

“The young master is quite mature for his age.”

“You and I both know you could have given that kid his revenge a real long time ago and put him out of his misery. Yah know what I think? I think you like it here. I think you berated me for going “soft” but you’re ending up just like me.”

His eyes burned with the fury of a thousand fires, but no response was given.

“Whatever” you push him off and head down the hall but not before promptly flipping him the bird.

I really need to get outta this dress.

……………

After finally changing back into your clothes you decided it was high time you explored this manor in the process you met May-Rin the maid who was to clumsy for her own good. Finny who was outside in the garden in the process of kill a rosebush with “fertilizer”. Tanaka a small older gentleman who you presume was another butler and last but not least Baldroy who was frantically exiting a smoke filled kitchen when what you can only assume was the demon whisking by you to put out said fire.

The “cooks” eyes met yours and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“You lost or something miss”

He had a thick accent the kind you’d figure a chimney sweep or a Mary poppies character would have.

“No, just wandering I suppose”

“We’ll I don’t think mister Sebastian would like you wandering down here”

That’s when Sebastian’s thick voice cut through the air

“She is perfectly fine where she is. You however have once again ruined a perfectly good meal. Do you care to explain yourself.”

By this time he’d come out of the ashen kitchen to the hallway

“Thought it might cook faster,yah know”

Sebastian sighed and pinched his nose.

“You are responsible for cleaning that mess up I have other matters to attend to” with that he once again checked his pocket watch and briskly walked past you. I’m surprised he didn’t shoulder check me as he did.

He’s different than he was when you last saw him something odd years ago. Not just his looks although you don’t mind the form he has taken now with that pitch black hair and amber eyes. He’s just tall enough to be intimidating but not to tall as to be awkward. He’s simply handsome but his personality is different when you first ran into each other he almost seemed like he cared for you as you believed he did long ago. It’s almost like he expected you to come running back into his arms and beg for forgiveness. Now he’s cold, calculating, not vicious or vial as many demons are but his eyes a see of resentment towards me or the world. You do not know.

There however is one thing I know I better clean my act up and get the fuck outta dodge so I never have to see this god forsaken era again

…..……..

The sun was setting upon the horizon. A picture perfect sunset just behind the sea of spruce and evergreen trees that lined the border to the garden.

You made your way back to the room he had shown you just a few hours earlier and sat by the window.

I had to think of a way to get outta this place. I could stay here but he brought up so many memories I pushed aside. Good and bad ones. The thought of the many faces he once wore or the many characters he fronted for past contracts. He’s truly always been a picky eater. Just slightly classier than the normal vermin of our species.

You could feel him walking down the hall in your direction and even before he knocked you knew he was there.

“Miss (y/n)?”

I feel the silent treatment is the cruelest form of punishment

“I know you can hear me”

“The young master would like to see you in his study”

I could feel my eyes burning holes in the door.

“Be there in precisely 20 minutes. I assume you can find your own way”

Fuck him that’s all I can think right now. How is he about to get pissed at me for making a deal and going “soft” and all that other bullshit even though he’s a Class A hypocrite. He’s not worth the waste of words, at least not right now.

If it were I don’t know say 100 years ago we got on swimmingly, we co-existed with one another. Some might say we were a couple but you and I both know demons really don’t do “couples”.

I could hear his footsteps resending down the hallway back to the pit he crawled out of. After about 10 minutes of debate my life choices and wishing I’d died on that stake I finally drag my ass to the door and head to the little shits office for the second time today.

The walk to his “study” was long. You never really understood the need for excessive wealth such as this. Sure you’d given many wealth such as this, not without a hefty price,but how could one be happy in a liminal labyrinth such as this.

Coming to a stop in front of that large mahogany door once more forgoing the idea to knock and just bust through the door

The boy jumps as the door swings open.

“Did your mother never teach you to knock?” He seemed overly offended

“Keep my mamas name out yah mouth.”

“I beg your pardon”

“Keep.my.mamas.name.out.yah.mouth”

Existing in that modern era really has changed my dialect. Although “Sebastian” might see that as a change for the worst I see it as one for the better.

“So why exactly am I here?” You already know the answer to that but ask never the less.

“I’d like to play a game” he gestured for you to sit in the chair across from his desk once more as he pulls a dated deck of cars from a desk drawer, all well the demon looks behind his obnoxiously large chair.

“What kinda game?”

“Old maid.”

“Old maid? Seriously? You do know this really isn’t gonna work.”

“And why may that be prey tell. Are you afraid to lose?”

“Am I afraid to lose?” You look into his eyes once more. He’s dead serious. “You do realize that when you shook my hand I saw anything and everything inside that pretty little noggin of yours. I could quite literally read you like a book but I’ll still play as long as YOU’RE not afraid to lose.”

He’s eyes are wide.

“You tricked me!” He shouts

“You knew the risks and hey don’t yell at me your pretty little lap dog back there did the same exact thing when y’all sealed y’all’s deal.” My eyes drag up to meet Sebastian’s. He’s glaring back.

“Sebastian is this true!” Ciel is now on his feet and he’s pissed. He thought he could play with fire and not get burned.

“To be frank my young lord, yes”

“Get out! The both of you.”

You through your hands up in defense.

“Oooh did we hurt your feelings. Did I make you feel violated.”

“Y/N!” Sebastian yelled

“Alright alright let’s go.”

As soon as you both were out the door. It’s was like a switched flipped in him. Yet the silence still stood.

“Soooo….probably a bad time but any ideas on how to get me outta this era.”

He dead panned and quite literally walked away.

“HEY! I was trynna talk to you yah know.”

You come to stand and black his path.

The look on his face was unreadable.

“What is your problem? Your brought me here cause you said you’d help me now your doubling back. You really have changed the demon I new at least kept his promises.”

He stared down at you could feel his amber eyes piercing through your skin. Yet he remained silent.

“*sign* I don’t even know why I tried or why I even listened to you. This was a mistake.” You try to leave but he grabbed you by your upper arm preventing you.

“Why did you come here?” His voice cut through the air menacingly

“What?”

“Why did you come HERE and why must your stir up trouble wherever you find yourself?”

“I was on a deal some witch wanna be asked me to come here. London 1889 to kill someone. I know messing with time like that is a big no no but she had something I needed and now Im stuck here. With you.” Is it hot in here?

“What did this witch have?”

“It doesn’t matter, not anymore.”

“What did the witch have.” His eyes are fusia at this point not that it mattered though you were exclusively looking at the floor.

“Sh-she was gonna tell me where you were but I can clearly see now she deceived me, okay?” I yank my arm from his grasp and took off running I couldn’t look him in the face. I couldn’t see him. How am I supposed to tell him I missed him, I missed us. He’s never understand, he was never as human as I was.

Sebastian stood in that very hallway still. His eyes wide not much could shock that creature but that sure did. He was under the impression you didn’t want to see him ever again. That you didn’t care for him or need him anymore , and he didn’t let it get to him.

He remembers a time when you were but a girl in a field of flower. A girl who shouted at her executors “If you want a witch Ill give you a witch” A time when you stumbled like a fawn when learning to control the magic bestowed upon you. At the time he knew not of the creature you were only that you were like him in a way. He knows now your kind are can destroy realms if they so pleased. Your utter lack of interest in realm destroying pleased him yet your humanity confused him. It brought feelings to the surface. Like a worm fighting it’s way to earths exterior only to be snatched up by a hungry raven in its path.

Good thing he was a crovus and you were simply a fictor.

……….

Why exactly I decided this was good idea I know not why but here I am in front of that mahogany door once again simply one day later. I figured I’d give the kid a break and actually get to talk to him for once without the fear of the other resident demon hearing. Turns out a good nights sleep is what I needed to regain some of my simplest of powers.

Knock knock knock

“Come in” Ciels voice could only be described in one way bored, absolutely utterly bored.

After opening the door you were met with a face of distain.

“Hey I uhhh….I uuhhh wanted to apologize.”

He scoffed “Apologize what would make you think if even want an apology from someone like you.”

“Okay okay I get over stepped and I’m sorry. The whole looking into your brain thing even though I basically a total stranger probably wasn’t the best move, but I’m here to make it up to you.”

“You truly are the strangest creature I have ever known.”

You shift nervously where you’re standing “how many creatures like me have you know? That’s a stupid questing I already know the answer and the truth is it’s because I was once human too and I understand what you’ve gone through. I wanted to extend and olive branch of sorts.”

“Forgive my brashness but could you skip to the point.”

“Okay okay ask me anything you want to know about that demon of yours and I’ll tell you no deals, no catch just ask me anything. It’s the least I can do.”

He leaned forward in his chair. You finally have caught his attention.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He thought for a moment before answering. “Was he once human to?”

“The short answers yes…the long answer no. Sebastian pre-dates my own existence by millennium but to be completely honest with you, one cannot make a demon out of nothing. A soul must be present at some point, the loss of that soul is what makes a demon. A soul and pure human agony is what makes a demon. Do I think he once had one yes do I think it was in a time known to man no.”

“Do you believe Sebastian truly cares for you” he was amused by the notion. He thinks this is some sorta fucking game.

“Demons don’t care for anyone but themselves. He saw me as a challenge, an experiment. He doesn’t give a shit about me.”

“Do you truly believe that”

“Listen kid this wasn’t supposed to be about me it’s about him it’s always been about him.” Only five minutes into this conversation and I’m over it. I’m up and out the door before he can respond and almost face first into a chest clad in wool and cotton.

“Excuse me I wasn’t aware the master and you were scheduled for a meeting” that stupid fucking accent cut through the air.

“We didn’t just thought I’d drop by for a visit.”

“Apologies, I don’t recall you being the type to “drop by”.”

“Yeah well you don’t remember a lot of thing about me. Well anyways I’m off gotta figure my way outta this shit hole I’d love for you to join just be sure to fish that stick outta your ass before coming.”

My requipe was met with silence not that I stayed to listen or care.

Sometime I stop to think how I got here. How did we get like this. We used to be so close even if was all superficial. But nevertheless I suppose it’s time to cope and brainstorm and their is only one way to do that. That being hope and chain smoking obviously.

First step find alcohol. Second step figure this shit out.

..............

You’d think with all the severe alcoholism the Victorian era endured there be more liquor in this place. At the moment it was in the kitchen alone scouring the cabinet when I heard the door open behind me. I already knew who it was but it still somehow took me by surprise.

“And what may you be doing?”

Without even turning around you answered with a lit cigarette hanging off your lip.

“Lookin for something strong. Got anything like that around here?”

His face contorts “you truely have let yourself go.”

I took a long drag of my cigarette and let the poison fill my lungs before responding. “Yeah sure I’m such a sinful waste of space I get. Got any whiskey or even gin.” “No” he stalked towards you clearly agitated by your demeanor.

“What happened to you. Where’s the evil bastard I used to know. The one who’d slink around the tavern getting those old bastards to bet their souls in a game of black Jack and trade the lady’s their souls for a night of fun. You’re such a buzzkill now.”

“I’ve changed” he simply said.

“Oh you changed did you? Weren’t you the one who literally said “demons don’t change, they’re incapable”” his eyes were burning holes in your head like a parasite burrowing in to eat your precious grey matter.

“I don’t believe I like this new attitude of yours.”

“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it you gonna make me leave again. Shun me never talk to me again because let’s be honest that would be mercy.” I took another drag of my cigarette before it was snatched outta my hand and stomped out by the one and only bastard before me

“Hey! I wasn’t finished with that!”

“It is simply unbeffiting for one such as you to act in such a way.”

“You’re not serious are you?” One look into his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“I am quite serious.”

“I can’t with you right now. Like seriously I don’t even know what i was thinking I’d find here but this no this was not it.” I’m beyond frustrated at this point to think I came here looking for him and all I find is a shell of demon I once new with a bad hair cut and a pompous attitude.

“Why did you come here exactly. Why were you searching for me.”

Shit. “No reason, nothing really.”

He stepped closer and gazed down at me using that dumb face of his. The one that got many before to open their mouths and legs.

“Do you really wanna know because let’s be honest it’s not like you care.”

“I would like to know and as a matter of fact I do care.”

“Wow that’s a new one never new you we’re capable of caring.” You know what fuck this i don’t have to explain myself to him. “You know what Fuck this and fuck you.”

All the sudden he grabbed my face with one hand and forced me to look into his eyes. They were fusica not the obnoxious shade that screams Barbie pink but shade of wild flowers or a fiery sunset. It was like I couldn’t look away.

“Tell me why you came looking for me. Now.”

His voice was demanding and made so much more impact since he never seemed to raise it often.

“Because I missed you, Okay? I told you I met a witch she said if I do something for her she’d tell me where you are. She told me to come here I assumed it was to look for whatever it was she needed but I found you instead. Okay?” My voice was weary and I felt small. He loosened his death grip on my face but didn’t draw his hand away it still sat holding my cheeks and jaw. My vision was blurry with tears. Rather that responding he paused to think before drawing me in for hug. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and pushed my face into his chest. He was still tense but by god it felt like he ment it. Hesitantly I draw my hands up and around him. He smelt like wool and cedar wood. He smelt like the feeling you get when reading your favorite book or walking through a cool autumn forest. He smelt like home. Like I was home for the first time years. He didn’t pull away he just sat there head resting on mine. I could feel his slow heart beat.

He finally pulled back carefully and just enough to look me in the eyes.

“I held hope that was your answer.”

His expression changed in an instant.

I heard footstep down the hall quiet but still there

I spoke up “someone’s coming” we pulled away.

“I do believe Baldroy keeps gin in there.” I turned to follow his gaze grabbed the gin and I was off before someone could catch us.

.............

I sat on the stairs that lead to the gardens I believe it was just past 2 in the afternoon. Drinking gin and chain-smoking in hopes to jumpstart my brain. Part of me wanted to stay here with him but another part told me to go back to the future I came from. I was snapped out of my daydreams by a small black cat swishing around my feet

“Well hello pretty thing”

“Beautiful isn’t she”

“Jesus fuck Sebastian! how exactly did you manage to sneak up on me?” That sneaky bastard.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” Gesturing to the bottle in my hand.

“Hey it’s 5’o clock somewhere” I raise the bottle to my lips and take another swig of the shitty ass back water gin. He takes a seat next to me on the stares and begins to pet the small black feline at our feet.

Despite all the alarm bells in my head telling me not to I spoke up

“…..I’m sorry” voice weak with shame.

“What is there to apologize for Dear?”

“The way I’ve been treating you since I got here. It’s shitty and despite all you put me through you don’t deserve it.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, it is simply in your nature to be cruel. What are demons otherwise.” His voice was calm and calculated like he was almost reading from a script.

“You could say that again.” I raise the bottle up to my lips. Despite being human no longer the alcohol burned my tongue and throat. Silently I offer it to him he looks into my eyes before delicately plucking the bottle out of my hand and bringing it to his lips. In one go he downed the rest of 1/3rd left. His hair falling back from in front of his face as he did so eyes coming to close and savior the burning sensation.

“There’s that sinful man I knew once upon a time.” He smiled softly handing the now empty bottle back to me and rising to his feet my eyes followed him as he did so.

“It’s simply unbecoming of a Phantomhive butler to be acting as such” and straightened out his waist coat and came to stand in front of me.

“Meet me here at midnight we must work on restoring your magic or all those years of training you will have simply been a waste” I scoffed he cannot be serious. Before I knew it he took my hand in his left a peck on my knuckles and was off back up the stairs inside to do Satan only know what.

I suppose your relationship with the crow demon is hard to define. At one point or another you were borderline friends with benefits other times simply teacher and student and now I suppose there isn’t a word for it. It’s complicated.

………

Uncomfortable was the word I’d use to describe my situation right now. The sun had long set and the moon was creeping over head and here I am were sitting in those same steps slightly cold and damp from the midnight dew. Fuck England fuck it and it’s stupid fucking weather. I bet some poor English soul thinks this is a perfect evening but they are horribly mistaken. For some unholy reason I decided to show up early and wait for him rather than being fashionably late as usually, but Satan only know he will show up at 12:00am sharp not 11:59pm or 12:01am. 12:00am sharp. Caught in my own thoughts I barely even realized the clock had struck midnight I suppose he may have gotten the best of me if I hadn’t heard him creep up this time. Without a word he came to a stop beside me and offered a hand. Wordlessly I took it, and we descended down the stairs hand and hand.

I finally broke the silence and our premarital hand holding sesh when we reached the middle of a field just outside the manor.

“So we gonna do this like old times or no cause I’d love the opportunity to beat this shit outta you again.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground.

“Unfortunately, no this is not a matter of power but rather strength of the mind.”

“So, you brought me out here to have a therapy sesh at midnight.” I deadpand.

He quirked an eyebrow at my comment and continued on “I’ve brought you out here to see the demon I constructed.”

Before I could respond he punched me to the ground and jumped fare back brandishing what I think was silverware.

He pulled his hand back and threw knife and fork at me from the grips of his knuckles. I barely dodge it before jumping up and giving this fucker a piece of my mind.

“I thought we were past this!”

“You must learn once more” his voice was way to calm for the situation at hand. He just kept attacking you just barely dodged.

I thought he’d really help me and not this tough love bullshit he used to admire so much.

Your legs burned from running and jumping and your head was swimming, and it was all just so increasing loud.

I had had enough. Enough of him toying with me enough of his telling me he loves me and then spitting in face.

That’s when you felt it the fire crackling at your palm's bright green embers lite the whole area.

“Enough! I am tired of your bullshit! Tired of you treating me like shit to make yourself feel bigger. And tired of you abandoning me.” Before you knew what you had done the flames shot toward him. In that moment you knew what you looked like hellish is a simple description fiery green eyes with small slit pupils. Power radiating off your hands and chaos flowing through your veins. Although the flams hit nothing simply dissipating when in contact with the trees. No, he wasn’t there anymore he was behind you. Still too fast for you. You could feel him there just less than a foot behind you he was practically on your back. But all you could think about was sucking air back into your lungs. His hands came forward to wrap around your throat and midsection, his front pressed to your back. You could feel his heartbeat in tandem with yours. After all those years of being so powerful it’s felt so exhausting being powerless. That’s simple attack to everything out of you and all you could do was simply melt into him as he held you. Still heaving for air.

“Breath” his voice low you could feel the vibrations comping from his chest.

One word that’s all it took to ground you. Using magic like this is like a bad trip. Like you have poison flowing through your veins and you’re not sure of what’s really there and what isn’t, but he somehow finds a way to bring you back to earth. Pull you from the firey depths of the underworld. It’s not uncommon for dream demons to get lost in the power and chaos. Yet despite all odd somehow Sebastian found a way. He loosened his grip on your throat but letting go his voice was in your ear and your head on his shoulder.

“I fear your power might be worse off than I had imagined.”

You sigh my breath finally returning to me.

“Can you muster the strength to walk?” Lazily you nod my head he guides you up the stairs and and into the servants' corridors. To a small bare room. Riding out this high is going to leave you with a nasty head ach in the morning you’re sure of it. Before you know it, you’re tucked into bed. Gazing up at Sebastian through wet eyelashes and groggy thought the only thing that really came to mind was home. A home you were not born into but one forged by the fire that ended your once human life.

Pt.3

#black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #ciel phantomhive #fanfic #sebastian x reader #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x you

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This is just something random that i wrote years ago. Just thought to make small slow burn drabbles out of this, what do you think??

Drabbles, best friends to enemies to lover ???

Warning : mentioned of cheating.

Jimin x Reader

you hate this. you really really hate this. “can you be disgusting and suck faces somewhere else?” and you snap. the two of so called as homo sapiens in front of you finally detach from each other faces. ew, is that string of- saliva? yuck. “aww, come on y/n. live a little, have fun, fall in love, suck faces, makes babies. you only live once. right, baby?” jimin smooch his girlfriend’s little nose and she giggles while you gag. jimin has this fond look on his face while he stare at his girlfriend. it’s disgusting and a little itty bitty tiny hurts a bit. you did love jimin, as more than friend, but before you get to confessed, suddenly he has a girlfriend and now you have to swallow down all the feelings you have into your guts and make it platonic. move on. the question is, do you?

you shut the book and pack your bag. “where you going?” jimin asked while his arm around his girlfriend, head rest on his girlfriend shoulder. he looks so content that it made your stomach feels funny. his girlfriend just show that side glance which means she is glad that you gone now. yes, she hates you but girl, you don’t care. “i’m going to ‘live a little’ as you ask me to” standing up you give him last look, “bye.” and you gone.

few days later, you’ve been studying for your test in the library. it’s quiet, yes obviously but you know, when the library is pack with people, there will be a lot of little hush and whispers here and there, but no. today is literally quiet, like a graveyard. and it’s pleasant, you love it. not until you heard someone moaning. ugh, these motherfuckers, you swear. “ahh- mngh” wait, why does it sounds, familiar? “mngh-“ that familiar girl moaning again. you slowly stand up, trying your best to not make any screeching noise from the chair, and each of your steps are careful. you swear you’re not a pervert. it’s just the girl sounded so familiar but the man is- different? you hide behind the shelves near to them and slowly you level down, by now you’re crawling. peeping from behind you saw a boy, broad shoulders which wrapped with your college baseball team jacket, hovering the girl. that girl arm tightly wrapped around that boy’s neck, she is scratching the boy’s hair and you squint to see the bracelet. it’s jimin’s bracelet. his precious lucky charms hang on it. with his initial name that clearly spell PARKJIMIN. that’s jimin’s girlfriend. you gasp. “fuck, someone’s here” the boy hastily turn around, “no, baby. there’s no one.” jimin’s girlfriend whine, coaxing the boy’s attention back to her. “come here.” and the kissing noises continue, while you tightly hold your mouth against your hand. body tightly planted on the shelves behind you. what the hell ?

throwing your bag to the side and you dive face down on top of your bed. what will you do now? what are you gonna do now? how are you gonna tell jimin ? do you wanna tell jimin ? but jimin needs to know, he deserve to know. fuck, what the hell is wrong with her? jimin is perfect, he’s loyal, handsome, a good dancer, cute, funny. why that bitch have to-, “arghhhh!” you groans out loudly into your pillow. suddenly you sit up. “whatever it is, jimin have to know”

you call jimin, and he still at the dance studio. he just finish his practice and you said you want to meet him, real quick. thankfully it just 5 minutes away from your house which is right now you feel like you are racing with your mom’s car. afraid if you wait any second, you will change your mind and be stupid. is this okay? what if he’s not going to believe you? maybe you should just- shaking your head to shoo away that thought, you determined.

“hey y/n! you’re here!” he beamed. he’s sweaty, the fact he just finished his practice, and out of breath -which is hot, - which is not the matter right now. “well, i just need to tell you something.” you fidgety, “if you have some time to spare”

jimin’s brow furrowed, confused. “of course.” he nodded, “let me grab my bag real quick” he rush and pick up his bag, say few goodbyes to his others members and coach before he walk out with you. “what’s wrong y/n? you have problem?” he looks at you, concerned. god, he is an angel. caring about people, yet his witch girlfriend- you shake your head. “no, jimin. let’s talk inside the car.”

and now, you sitting in driver seat while jimin beside you. how the hell are you gonna start? ‘okay jimin, your girlfriend cheated on you’. that’s too straight. ‘okay jimin, i somehow saw your girlfriend kissing this boy. you know what it meant?’ god no! that’s too, ugh. oh my god, how are you supposed to- “y/n? what’s wrong?” jimin’s voice snapped you from your train of thoughts that about to collides. you take a deep breath, hands tightly grip on steering wheel while eyes intently staring ahead, and “jimin, i saw your girlfriend in the library” one of his brow’s quirk. “and?” another deep breath you take in, “and she was kissing this boy from the baseball team.” silence. not a good sign. deep breath “she cheats on you” silence, then a laugh breaks out from his lips which made you turn to him instantly, “wh- what are you- are you kidding me?” he said in between his laugh. confused, you tried again, “god, jimin! i’m serious! i saw her today, at the library! clearly! she was kissi-“ “stop!” he cut you off. his face morphed in seriousness that you rarely see on him. “you say that one more time y/n, i swear i-“ he didn’t finish his words and you don’t even want to know the rest of his words. “you know what y/n? i know you love me, more than a friend should.” your eyes wide, how did he- “i saw in one of your notes, a scribbled. but i shut it down. and i know you love me, you like me, and that’s why right now you’ve been making this stupid scheme to me because you’re jealous.” he stare you down, like you some kind of meat, that he disgust. it’s hurts. tears welled up in your eyes which you try so hard for it to not fall down. “i don’t like you y/n. i love you, but just as a friend. i respect your feelings that’s why i didn’t say anything after i found out. but right now, you’re making up a lie just because i have a girlfriend and you are jealous. i hate a liar. and you know that, since you grew up with me” he makes face, that face when he hates someone. he hate you. oh no, you shake your head. “wait jimin, no! i’m not jealous, i’m not lying! it’s true! i saw-“ “STOP !” he yell and you flinch. he never raise his voice to you. never. and to think of it, he never let you explain. he is fulls with rage, and you know how jimin’s get with loyalty issue. both of you just stare at each other with different feelings in each of your both eyes. one with hates, another one with sadness. “don’t come to me anymore. don’t talk to me. we’re done.” he open the door and left you there. in your mom’s car. the tears you’ve been holding all the time, streams down. like a faucet when it’s tap open. it never stop.

you staring at the rabbits in their cage. somehow you feel the rabbits must be really uncomfortable from your staring. that’s why it keeps turning around, you guess. but you don’t care, you skip the sport festival -which is compulsory for your batch-, not wanting to see jimin with his so called girlfriend eye fucking each other because they were somehow thought it is sexy to wear sport clothes. whatever. it’s been a week now since the last time that you and jimin- you sigh. when jimin said, ‘we’re done’ somewhat it feels like your relationship is over with him. yes it is, your friendship. your friendship keychain on his phone also gone. -you still keep yours, pathetically- it’s a keychain where you both bought it together- jimin likes this stuff, that’s why his girlfriend has that bracelet, so fucking lucky- when you went to a mini trip to his friend’s grandmother house, taehyung. it’s a little strawberry with a carved name around it, yours is jimin while jimin is yours. fuck that sounded so good. but no, it’s over now. you sighed once again. “rabbits, it’s over” you tap on their cage which somehow make them startled a bit, earning a small smile from your lips. “erm, p-pardon?” sudden voice from behind, shock you to death. hastily turning around, you see a boy. a cute one at that. doe eyes that eerily remind you of that rabbits behind you. fuck, does the bunny suddenly turn into a human? but you don’t kiss any of it! “yes!?” your voice embarrassingly in high pitched that makes you winced. “i mean, yes?” you tried again, and he looks frazzled, “um, i need to- to feed the rabbits- it’s, it’s time for- um for their food. i, it’s urm it’s my turn to- feed them.” he cutely stuttering, eyes frantically move, avoiding your eyes. you smile, he must be a year or two younger. you step aside, “yeah sure. go on.” he carefully walk forward and open the cage, “can i feed them too” he jumped at your sudden voice so near to his. eyes wide, and he is so close to jump inside the cage. you stifled a laugh, instead you hold his arm, muscly one, the heck? - okay focus, so you hold his arm to make sure he’s not fall down. bet his knee is weak by how frightened he looks. “you okay there?” his eyes wide staring at you, “yeah, i’m good!” clumsily he stands and trying to get away from your touch. oh god, bless your soul. he is so fucking cute.

after that clumsy yet cute incident with that bunny guy, you learnt his name is jungkook, and he is two years younger than you. your junior and he pursuing his study in photography. he loves to feed the rabbits and spend most of his time there, even though somehow you barely can breathe with the rabbits stools makes you gag. but he has his way with the gardener to make some schedule with their turn to feed and clean the cage. surprisingly, you see yourself sometimes, beside jungkook, helping with the rabbits. it helps you with the jimin’s issue, to get you move on and forget the pain from the fight you both had. okay, to make it clear, you really don’t use jungkook to get you move on and forget jimin, that’s really cruel. right?

“-ooking so good, and hot, y/n!” somi’s voice snap you away from your guilt (?) thought about jungkook, “sorry, what were you at again?” hands reaching for another snacks on the table. you now at some of your classmate birthday party, not sure what’s her name again, you know her in some of your classes together , not bother to remember anyone’s name since you just going to say ‘oh hey you! yes you! oh party? of course i’m coming!’ and end up giving her a gift of one of your perfume that you don’t use yet- because the smell remind you of jimin, and you bought that before you had the fight and not using it yet so now you give it away- but hey, she’s happy after all, so that’s win-win. “you’ve been ignoring me all this time. what the hell?” she give you this, ‘oh you get some man’ look, you groan, “no! ew no, not like that.” walking away from the table with plates full of the snacks, “looking at all of the macarons, sweets, cupcakes and what is that?!” her hands snatch the chocolate ball on your plates, “hey! get your own balls girl!”

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts angst #bts yandere #bts romance #bts park jimin #bts jeon jungkook #bts #bts jimin

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sky-neverending · 7 months

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Falling (doesn’t feel so bad when i know you’ve fallen this way too): Part 1

so i’ve decided i’m gonna start posting parts of my michie oneshot until i finish it and post the whole thing on ao3 so uhh here’s part one!!

They say the old Waylon place is haunted. And it is, in a way. For nothing ever truly dies there, the Waylon’s made sure of that.

But there’s someplace else in that tragedy-ridden town that holds the very same spells and incantations that the Waylon’s placed on their home, a building used as a backup in case anything ever went wrong.

Hatchetfield High.

So when Richie Lipschitz died in that school, on that fateful day, his spirit never really moved on. He stayed dormant in those halls for a week, and then two, and then almost three. Watching. Waiting. Holding out for Maxwell Jågerman to show his face at the sight where he took an innocent boy's life.

And it happened.

The doors to the gym cluttered upon, catching Richie’s attention. It was night, school was closed. Someone had broken in.

“Are you sure about this?” he heard a familiar voice say, squeaky and filled with worry. “Who knows what kind of door we’re gonna open.”

“We have too, Pete,” a girl responded, again her voice a familiar tone. “For Ruth, and Richie, and everyone…” His head perked up at his own name, and he walked toward them, feet light on the floor. “Grace, summon these bastards.”

He stepped through the door, looking into the darkness as Steph, Pete, and Grace knelt in the middle of the gym with a large black book in hand. They began chanting, and a chill ran through Richies undead spine as something in the air shifted.

“Stop!” He leapt forward, calling to them. “Stop, stop what you're doing!”

Everyone turned to look at him. “Richie?” Pete whispered, like he was afraid of what he was seeing. “Richie, how are you here? You- you're dead!”

“Max is dead too, and somehow he is haunting us, so who knows what the fuck is going on anymore?” Steph threw her hands in the air. “Sorry, Richie, for not being happy about your sudden appearance. But we are freaking the fuck out!”

Suddenly, Grace stood. She took the book she was holding with her, flipping through the pages as she talked. “This makes so much sense!”

“Sorry, what?” Steph walked toward her. “Care to clue the rest of us in?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “The Waylons, they put evil magic on their house, right? So it makes sense that they might have put the same spell on another place they founded.”

“Like the school!” Pete said, catching on. “That’s why Richie is here, he’s in the same situation as Max!”

“Then why isn’t he trying to kill us?” Steph asked, yanking the book from Grace’s hands. “Because, if you don’t remember, we currently have a very angry, very undead jock plotting our demise!”

“Shut the hell up!” Richie yelled, stalking toward her angrily. “Everyone, just shut up! I have no clue what the fuck you guys are talking about anymore, but I don’t like the look of that book. Give it to me.”

“No!” Steph said, turning away from him. “We need to do this!”

“For fucks sake, Steph, you aren’t the main character in a poorly written anime,” Richie grumbled, reaching for the book. His hand skated over his skin, and she screeched at the contact, dropping the leather bound pages on the floor.

Richie caught them mid-air, right as Steph stopped screaming. “Why can you touch me? Why are you so cold? What the FUCK is going on?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just how ghosts work, Stephanie Lauter,” said Richie, pronouncing each syllable of her last name separately. “Now, I'm going to keep this book because I, frankly, am frightened of what you are going to do with it.”

#sky writes #falling part one #part one #npmd #npmd spoilers #starkid npmd #npmd au #richie lipschitz #steph lauter #pete spankoffski #grace chasity #nerdy prudes must die #michie #michie fanfic #stay tuned for part 2

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universitypenguin · 11 months

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Reissued Post - Backstory

Author's Note: Because Tumblr was having issues when I posted the original version of this, some of my followers are having trouble accessing it. I'm reissuing a few of my side piece stories so everyone can read them.

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When do you think Lloyd realized he cared and had feelings for princess? I recall in the story that the guys would give Lloyd a hard time when princess finally found a boyfriend that Lloyd would be devastated (poor thing 😭) I also kinda wanna know how he felt while she was dating Aiden. Obviously we know he didn’t like Aiden at ALL lol but did Lloyd ever feel hurt in a way watching princess go on dates with him and when she talked about him?

Learning about Aiden

“Why are you being such a space case?”

You jumped at Lloyd’s question, startled out of your own little world. Scrambling, you shut your screen and re-focused.

“Sorry. I was distracted. What were you saying?”

Lloyd’s sharp blue eyes narrowed.

“Who are you texting?”

“Uh… no one?”

He leaned back in his desk chair and looked at you steadily. You curled tighter into the couch on the other side of his office, looking down at the floor.

“I still have that report to do… maybe I should go work in my office. I don’t want to distract you.”

“I’m already distracted, Princess. What’s the big secret?”

“I met a guy. You know that alumni mixer I went to a few weeks ago?”

Lloyd grunted. “Yeah.”

“His name is Aiden LeDoux. He moved in similar circles to me during college. We kind of hit it off.”

“That’s LeDoux, spelled like the country singer? What state does he live in?” Lloyd asked.

He typed the name into a search engine with the word, ‘Virginia’ to filter the results.

“Twenty-six, graduated three years ago, and works for AVT security?”

“That’s him. What did you find out?”

Lloyd glanced over. “You haven’t run a background check on him?”

“No. That’s for when I’m deciding whether to go on a date with him. But I’m curious.”

“Ah. Let’s do this.”

Lloyd cracked his knuckles and leaned over his computer. Your phone dinged with a message from Aiden, which you responded to as Lloyd typed.

“No speeding tickets, no parking tickets. His academic record was less than stellar. Apparently he subscribes to the philosophy that C’s get degrees.”

“Not everyone is academically inclined,” you said.

“But you are. What will you guys talk about on a date if you have nothing in common?”

“I don’t know. Football?”

Lloyd snorted. “Doesn’t start until September.”

“Oh. That’s why you’re not showering me with long winded descriptions of the athletic accomplishments of people I don’t know.”

“You could always mention how happy you were that the Atlanta Braves won the Superbowl.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I know that’s wrong, but I’m not sure which part.”

Lloyd snickered. “If you have to comment, just say that you’re a fan of anyone who isn’t the New England Patriots.”

“Noted. Anything else on Aiden? Slaps on the wrist from university institutions, or other authorities?”

“Ah-ha. He has three parking tickets at the university. And a complaint for under age drinking. You should reconsider the date. He’s clearly an alcoholic who steals parking spots. One of these tickets was for him parking over the line. Disgusting.”

You laughed. “Terrible. He was probably drunk when he parked. Maybe even high.”

Lloyd toggled over to a different page, one that Jake had set up for him. He typed in Aiden’s information and was surprised to see several security clearances. He checked out the company he worked for and found they had several Department of Defense contracts.

Lloyd memorized the contracts and filed the information away for future use.

Just in case.

Date # 1

You were wearing a short black dress with tights and a blazer. He’d noticed the hemline was shorter than usual, but the jet black tights made it work appropriate. The color only served to highlight the shape of your legs. Lloyd had tried not to be distracted. He failed miserably.

It didn’t help that the cut of the dress perfectly flattered your figure. He caught a glimpse of a spaghetti strap underneath your jacket and the image circulated in the back of his head for the rest of the day.

Fuck. He needed to get laid.

You were his friend and he needed to put aside this nonsense. The chemistry between you would never be realized and that was for the best. He sometimes wondered if the chemistry he felt was all one sided. Maybe you only saw him as a friend and a coworker, not a man.

“Has Y/N mentioned that she has a date tonight?” Jake asked.

Lloyd stiffened. “No. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

He tried to brush off the irritation, but it bubbled up throughout the day.

You had a date. That was fine. It was what single people did, right? They went on dates. He could arrange a date of his own, if he liked. With an age appropriate woman and not someone who was starting on soft foods when he was choosing a college. Lloyd’s eye twitched.

He glanced at the clock. If he wanted an update on the insurance investigation reports he needed to catch you before you head out. Reluctantly, he set off down the hall for your office.

Your door was closed, so he knocked.

“Just a sec!”

Did you sound breathless? When you opened the door, he saw why. The black tights were gone. In their place was a different kind of tights, made of mesh with a floral pattern that wound around your legs making them look long and sexy. The blazer was gone and your dress was held up by the thinnest of straps connected to a tight fitting bodice.

Your height was different, which prompted him to look down.

Fuck me heels. That’s what they’d called shoes like that when he was young. As the saying went, ‘you can’t walk in them, but you can wear them in bed.’

“What do you think?” you asked.

“Is this a first date?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any concerns about breaking an ankle? Or perhaps an entire leg?”

The shoes bothered him more than the dress.

You laughed and turned to the mirror you’d hung on the far wall of your office. He watched as you applied a fresh coat of red lip lacquer. The shiny finish made him think it wasn't lipstick, but at the same time, it had more color than lipgloss. He wondered if it was one of those fancy products with the no transfer formulas. The kind women usually wore when they planned on kissing a man.

A vibrant image of you on your knees with your lips around his dick came to mind. Lloyd shook his head to dislodge the image.

“Okay, now what do you think?”

“You look beautiful.”

He genuinely meant it.

“Really?” You tilted your head. “What’s missing? Please, just tell me.”

“Well… maybe it’s the context, but you don’t look like you in this outfit. It’s probably just me. I usually l see you in office wear.”

You flashed him a smile. “That’s perfect. I’m going more for attention than authenticity, you know?”

He didn’t, and couldn’t untangle the concept behind your statement. The authentic you was a far better version than this glamorous photo shoot ready version of you. With a quick peck on his cheek, you skirted by him and down the hall to the elevator.

Lloyd stood there, confused, disgruntled, and irritated that he hadn’t even asked about the insurance investigation he’d planned to bring up. He rubbed a hand over his face.

Fucking hell.

When he stepped into your office to lock the door, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. An imprint of red lipstick was on his right cheek. He stared at it for a long moment before he rubbed it away with his thumb.

Lloyd returned to his office in a much better mood than he’d left it.

Date #3

Jake had informed him of your last date, but this time it was Zach who let him know you were going on your third date with Aiden.

Lloyd ground his teeth.

“Careful there. Don’t crack a molar.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Would I do a thing like that?” Zach asked.

He was grinning like a little boy with a sadistic streak and a magnifying glass on a bright summer day.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Heck yeah, I am. Have you met the dude?”

Lloyd’s head swiveled. “No. Have you?”

“Yep. I waited outside, pretending to be on a call, so I could catch a glimpse.”

“That’s creepy.”

“No, it’s being nosy. I’m a private investigator. Being nosy is literally my job.”

“Well?” Lloyd said.

“He’s six foot three and probably weighs one forty. It’s like looking at a baby colt - all arms and legs, no substance.”

This was great news. If you weren’t attracted to him this would probably be over quickly.

“Did you to talk to him?”

Zach smirked. “I texted her that you needed an update on the insurance case and cornered him in the lobby.”

“She’s going to kill you when she finds out.”

“I bought him a coffee and did a twenty minute interrogation. He didn’t even know what I was doing. He thought I was just being friendly.”

Friendly wasn’t a word often applied to Zach Hightower. Lloyd got along with the Texan because they shared a devious streak and could lose themselves in the hunt; especially when the prey was other human beings.

“Give me your impression.”

“He’s squirrely. I don’t like him one bit.”

Lloyd focused completely on Zach.

“In what way?”

“He used the phrase ‘I was in a mood,’ and not ‘my mood was.’ Stuff like that. Princess got pretty annoyed when she found me getting cozy with her boyfriend.”

“She probably thought I sicced you on him.”

“She asked me what I thought of him this morning and I had to dodge the question,” Zach said. “Landon noticed I didn’t answer and asked what was up. When I told him about interviewing Aiden, he said the mood thing is a sign of a personality problem.”

“What kind?”

Zach shrugged. “The kind that makes you an asshole.”

“She’s going out with him tonight?”

“I guess so.” Zach said.

A long moment passed as Zach stared at Lloyd, expectant.

“Well?”

Lloyd raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Aren’t you going to say something to her?” Zach asked.

“You’re the one who thinks her boy toy has a personality problem. You say something.”

“Landon said that, not me. I can tell he’s the kind of guy things just ‘happen’ to. The kind that doesn’t realize they’re responsible for how they act.”

“I’m not going to disturb her relationship.”

Zach sighed. “You’re such a bitchy little girl.”

Lloyd sneered. “And you’re a nosy old woman.”

“It’s my job, asshole.”

Date #5

Lloyd should’ve been suspicious when Zach brought him to a bar that didn’t have chandeliers made of antlers.

Obstensivey, this outing was to distract him from your date tonight. When he found himself sitting at a table on the mezzanine of a place called “Club Violet,” questions should have come up.

Jake sat to his left and Zach across from him. When Zach’s eyes began to stray around the room, Lloyd mimicked the behavior, almost out of habit. The lower area held the majority of the crowd. Its large dance floor pulsed with activity and the bar was packed.

Then, he saw what Zach was looking for. You were perched on a barstool, your arms twined around Aiden’s neck. He was standing in front of you, his hands caressing your hips, straying lower than they ought to.

Lloyd’s breath hissed. “Jake, if I throw Zach head first over this railing, do you think he’ll die?”

“Huh?” Jake’s head snapped up from his phone. He stared. “What?”

“I could just snap his neck with my bare hands.” Lloyd’s tone was conversational.

Jake looked between them and then back to his phone. “Landon will be here any minute.”

“Off topic, boy wonder,” Lloyd grumbled.

“It’s relevant. We need two of us to break you up.”

“He’s been waylaid,” Zach said.

Lloyd glanced down and saw that your position had changed. You’d let go of your boyfriend to speak with a newcomer. Even from a distance in dim lighting, he could identify Landon’s fade haircut and the military straight posture.

“Damn it.”

He snarled at Zach, who returned a Cheshire cat grin.

“Well, well, well… look who's coming up the steps.”

Lloyd didn’t need to look. He knew you’d be on your way over. He covered his eyes and groaned.

“I’m blaming you for everything. Everything.”

“Why are you guys playing the role of protective older brothers?” Jake asked.

“Because Aiden’s a squirrely little punk,” Zach said. “See? He isn’t even coming with her.”

Lloyd uncovered his eyes and frowned when he saw Zach was right. Aiden was still at the bar. He’d turned to a girl with raven’s wing hair and was chattering away, looking suspiciously like he was trying to pick her up. His eyes narrowed as something cold moved in his chest.

You arrived on the second level with Landon and were rapidly approaching.

“What’s our cover story?” Jake asked.

“No cover story,” Zach said.

At least Zach was being straightforward, even if he was obnoxious. Lloyd tossed back half of his bourbon and hoped some liquid courage would take the edge off.

Your eyes cut to Zach when you stopped at the head of the table.

“What are you? The Gladys Kravits of Bishop & Howard?”

The big, blond Texan flashed a smile.

“Why thank you, sweetheart. In my profession, that’s the highest compliment one could hope to achieve.”

With an exasperated groan, you dropped into the chair beside Zach, and turned to Lloyd with an expectant expression.

“Can’t you collar him?”

“I’ve tried. Shock collars, choke chains… Nothing has worked.”

Zach slung an arm around the back of Princess’ chair.

“Your boyfriend is an asshole. Landon? You talked to him.”

“Just for ten seconds.”

You shared a look with the dark haired man and slanted Zach a sidelong glance.

“You’re paranoid. I think you should see someone about that.”

He laughed. “I have. They can’t fix me.”

It was annoying that Zach’s arm had moved forward on your chair and was now pressed against your back. Did he think he was your best friend, rather than Lloyd? He had the urge to kick the other man under the table.

You turned to Jake.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re right. These two,” he gestured to the older men, “are crazy. I think it’s age.”

“Shut up, punk. I can kick your ass any day of the week,” Zach said.

It was pretty much true. Zach only had two inches in height on the young man, but it was the solid 60 pounds of muscle that made him an immovable force. You couldn’t see the weight until he took off his jacket and even then, there was only a hint of the musculature. Zach never wore clothing that drew attention to his physique. He let it come as a nasty surprise to anyone stupid enough to mess with him.

You were bantering with the Texan about him being your nanny. Lloyd watched closely and all he could see in Zach’s behavior was a paternal kind of affection. He knew a thing or two about Zach and because of that, he doubted there were any hidden motivations behind his actions.

What about Aiden had triggered Zach’s instincts? The way he talked. The lack of ownership of behavior. Lloyd tried to evaluate that on its own, treating it as fact. He could see the issue Zach was insisting was such a problem. Sitting there with the others bantering around the table, Lloyd turned his thoughts inward, pretending to present as he ran through the logic in his mind.

He was paying enough attention to the conversation to notice you were gently trying to soothe Zach’s nerves. It seemed to be working, too. Landon was watching you closely and asking questions from interrogation school 101. By the time you left the table, pausing to hug Zach and reassure him that you were totally fine and had listened to all of his red flags, Lloyd had come to a decision.

“What do you think?” Zach asked Landon when you were gone.

“I’m not sure. He seems insecure but hey, some guys of his age just are.”

Zach groaned and shook his head. He picked up his beer and tilted it at Lloyd in a salute.

“Look at the benefits of being nosy. I talked some sense into her.”

Lloyd grunted. He waited for the right moment to corner Landon alone. He caught his shoulder and turned him away from the bar, where he’d been heading.

“Come on. You don’t need another beer.”

“Excuse me?” Landon demanded.

“I want to talk to this Aiden kid. If Zach’s this worried about him, we need to check him out.”

“When did this become ‘we,’ rather than just you,” Landon asked.

“Hurry up, we’re losing him.”

Aiden was heading toward the door and the crowd prevented them from following as closely as they would have preferred. By the time they hit the sidewalk, Aiden was out of sight. Lloyd spun around, scanning the area.

“Shit. We lost him.”

“Is that him?” Landon asked.

Lloyd whirled.

He searched the crowd for a tall, thin man but didn’t find him.

“Where?”

“With the blonde.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed on the silhouette of a couple standing in the shadow of a street lamp.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“No,” Landon said.

Lloyd was almost ready to approach when the couple turned and began walking away.

Landon grabbed his elbow.

“Come on. Let’s not be weird. If you have something to say about Princess’ relationship, say it to her.”

“What, exactly, am I supposed to tell her that Zach hasn’t already?”

Landon snorted.

“You know he’s only saying it because he knows you won’t.”

Lloyd paused. “He is?”

“Yeah. We were expecting you to meet him at least before date number three. But she said you didn’t seem interested, so she wasn’t going to bother.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because we talked about it-”

“We? We, as in who?”

“Everyone. Except for you and Princess.”

Lloyd grunted. “Which is why Zach decided to get nosy.”

Landon shrugged. “He’s your best friend and you’re her best friend. It balances out. We get why you don’t want to step in, and that’s why Zach did.”

They were nearly at the entrance of the club again, when Lloyd stopped short.

“Should I be worried about this guy?”

Landon grunted, rocking back on his heels. The look on his face was all the answer Lloyd needed.

“Right. I’ll look into it.”

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#series: the princess & the lawyer #the princess & the lawyer #the princess and the lawyer #lloyd hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen au #chris evans characters #chris evans characters fanfic #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x fem! reader #the princess and the lawyer: ask #the princess & the lawyer: ask

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ivyaepp · 5 months

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small drabble type of thing!! sorry for no content school has been fucking w me :( but here we are finally..)

Simon “Ghost” Riley finds out about your little side job outside of the task force ;)

|| !!nsfw!! tw: inappropriate job name, a little nsfw not lots, mentions of lingerie, **AFAB**, slight curvy reader, probably bad spelling..||

NOTICE!! Y/N speaks in italics and other character is red italics <3

Finally. It’s break off of base for a while and you have some free time to keep to yourself and relax. Well wrong. nothing ever goes to plan in your life and your peaceful relaxed break became a drama and a shambles.

***

Your uber has dropped you off at your small apartment. you wave them goodbye like the kind girl you are and rustle your many keys out your pocket and after your fumbling you eventually get your house key. you step inside and sigh of relief that your home and you can actually get a proper sleep in a proper bed (since military beds are shit..) you kick off your shittu heavy boots and hang up your coat and fling yourself on the couch happily and as you grab your remote and switch on netflix to your favourite show your yet to finish a desperate knock is at your door. you sigh and stand up and open the door in annoyance.

“who is it- Simon?”

you said audibly confused as u raise a eyebrow at his desperation to talk to you about something he finds clearly important.

“what do you need?”

you asked once more and he walked straight in the door pushing past ur arm which caught you off guard and he stood in your hallway.

“is it true..?”

ghost croaked out his slight nervous state and also interested.

“is what true?!”

you said in a raised tone and shut the front door leaning against it as you looked at ghost with a raised eyebrow with ur patience running low.

“is it true..that..

he paused and sighed.

the rumour that your a..a ‘dancer’”

ghost finally got out and your stomach dropped in confusion and panic.

“what?! who told you that!! and what do you mean ‘dancer’ specifically..”

Ghost gulped and stayed silent for a moment and then spoke again.

“i’m your LT and i deserve to know this.. but are you..a stripper? for part time out of base..?”

you froze in fear and all that ran through your head was ‘how does he know?’ and ‘who told him? i didn’t tell anyone about that..’ you then eventually gave in and said the truth.

“yeah..i didn’t want base to find out!! don’t drop me off the team..please?”

Ghost sighed he looked like he didn’t care so much until..

“guess i know what to buy you for christmas then huh?”

you chuckled and blushed a tiny bit at his acceptance and inspiration for you.

“i guess? i’m a size 12 in lingerie if your serious.”

You said in a flirty way that caught ghost off guard and he laughed at it.

“hm. i’ll put it into consideration..if you tell me your club name? i could even get a private dance, huh?”

Ghost said and your face went pink and you giggled at him.

“why not..”

#ivyaepp #simon ghost riley #call of duty #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #smut #simon riley #simon riley smut #y/n #y/n x simon riley #he’s so hot #SoundCloud

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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i wrote this as soon as i saw the post, i only had ten minutes to spare so it might be super bad. please excuse any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistakes if there is any

You’ve Never Been To Heaven, Have You?

pairing - platonic steve harrington x afab!reader, billy hargrove x afab!reader

summary - the post above by @straksverliefd 💕

some content warnings - oral sex (female receiving), name calling, steve and billy don’t have a rivalry

notes - i had this ALL TYPED OUT AND MY CONNECTION WENT SO I HAD TO STARY AGAIN IT WAS SO GOOD THE FIRST TIME SND NOW ITS JUST MEDIOCRE HELP

taglist - @eddiebillysteve @quickiesgirl @will-byers-is-my-boyfriend @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @sympathyforher @eddies-bat @taecube @sunnymunson-deactivated20220814 @wzrlds dm comment or ask me to be added or taken off for future updates on my fics 💕

word count - 957

The room began to spin as he lifted you up onto the counter, your wetness soaking the surface beneath you, his lips back on your neck all in one swift motion.

Steve pressed his ear to the kitchen door that had been shut, hearing your high pitched moans, and assuming you were in trouble he swung the door open and stepped into the room. But oh boy, he was so wrong.

“Fuck- Billy, fuck! Oh my god, fuck!” You screamed, your eyes squeezing shut as you approached your third orgasm of the night, the broad strips Billy takes at your pulsing core only broken by the sinful words he speaks to you.

Steve frowned as he watched, his feelings had been growing for you ever since you took El under your wing as your little sister, so seeing you a mess on his kitchen counter with another man’s head between your legs ignited a fire in his stomach.

“Looks like we have a guest,” Billy chuckled under his breath, his eyes locking with Steve’s as he licked one more strip up your folds, circling your clit painfully slowly with his tongue. “Hey, pretty boy. Wanna watch? I can give you some tips so you’ll actually get a bitch instead of pining over Nancy Wheeler for the rest of your pathetic little life.”

Steve contemplated for a moment, before slowly walking towards you and Billy, a tent forming in his jeans as he did so. Billy gestured for him to take a seat next to you on the counter, and so he did, kneading his fingers together in anticipation.

Your frazzled mind couldn’t comprehend the next words to leave Billy’s plush lips, too far gone, but something like; “So, first you gotta make sure she’s nice and wet. And look at that,” he said, pointing to your soaking folds. “She’s all ready. Just one look from me and her knees were already giving up on her.”

Steve nodded, his firm body of excitement taking space beside you, lifting your weak hands into his. Billy hummed, vibrating against your swollen clit, causing you to fly off the edge.

Steve watched wide-eyed as your face contorted in pure bliss, and he couldn’t help but begin to palm himself through his jeans.

“You like that? Such a dirty whore getting off while your best friend watches you,” Billy whispers in your ear, grazing your love between his teeth, one hand on the counter, knuckles white, and the other gripping Steve’s thigh.

“Wanna join, princess?” He asks, looking at Steve beneath his long, curly eyelashes, his stare full of pure lust. “I’m sure she wants you. Do you want Steve, darling?”

With a newfound confidence, Steve jumped off the counter and dropped to his knees in front of you as you nodded, wanting nothing more than a tongue inside you fucking you dumb.

Whether it was Steve’s or Billy’s, you didn’t really care.

“Wait,” Billy said sternly, lacing his fingers through Steve’s soft hair, gripping it and pulling him back. “Words, baby. We need verbal consent before we continue. Do you want Steve?”

“Yes!” You cried out, grabbing Steve’s head with your own hands, pushing his pretty face against your pussy as Billy let go.

“Now what do I do?” Steve asked, looking up at Billy, who just laughed.

“You seriously don’t know how to give head? I have so much to teach you, pretty boy. All of the ways to make my bitch fall apart within seconds.”

Your spine curled as Steve prodded at your entrance with the tip of his index finger, a moan escaping your lips. As Steve’s finger slipped inside, Billy grabbed both of your legs and spread them as wide as they could go, giving Steve more access to you.

“Don’t give her everything just yet, Harrington. She’s so pretty when she begs,” Billy stated, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right, babydoll?”

You nodded, wincing slightly as Steve licked one strip up your sensitive, swollen pussy, and he smirked at your actions. Your moans filled the room as his fingers thrust in and out of you, until they slipped out fully, leaving you pulsing around nothing and wanting more. Then you felt his tongue licking small strips between your folds, circling your clit, and nothing. Not even a hint of pleasure.

“I don’t think I’m doing it right,” Steve sighed, standing up. “I normally don’t give up on things but I think she’s gotten so used to how you please her that there’s no way I’ll make her come.”

“I think you’re right, Harrington. But also, never give up, yeah? And stop going after Nancy, she’s with that freak Jonlathan Byers. If girls aren’t doing the trick, I know a guy…”

“I’m good,” Steve replied, and with that, he left the room. “And stop fucking in my kitchen, please. Just because we’re technically roommates, Y/N, doesn’t mean you get to fuck every guy in Hawkins in our kitchen.”

Billy snickered from beside you, curling his arm around your waist. “With an attitude like that it’s gonna make her want to fuck guys all over your goddamn house. Maybe even in your bed. So if I were you I’d shut up and let her do what she wants.”

The kitchen door slammed shut, and Billy’s hand was already slowly creeping back up your leg, his lips attacking your neck with loving kisses, his fingers pushing past your entrance and into your blissful core.

He wanted you to be his, and only his. Even though he tried to play ‘teacher’ for the evening, he would never let another man touch you. Ever again.

“Now, let me worship you the correct way, doll.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #steve harrington smut #harringrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #please try to enjoy this i tried my best #st 3 #st 4

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azurethebassist · 1 year

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Dethklok texting headcanons!

Nathan: has caps lock on all the time. he basically always growls when he speaks normally so he wants to have the same effect over texts. probably signs his name after most texts.

(example: HEY CHARLES WE ARE OUT OF CHIPS. CAN WE GET LIKE FIFTY BAGS OF DORITOS? THANKS -NATHAN)

Toki: spells things wrong a lot. the others aren’t sure if it’s like meme speak or if he just doesn’t know how to spell. it’s a combo of both. likes emojis and memes

(example to the group chat: woulds you stills likes me if i was a worms? 🥺

Swkisgaar: i don’ts like you now

Toki: ☹️)

Skwisgaar: one word answers. ya, ok, no. that’s it. doesn’t like texting. not even sexting.

Pickles: memeing it up with Toki. doesn’t send words often. just sends the guys tiktoks and weird memes. likes sending pics of weird t shirts. spells things wrong because he’s drunk)

(example: Pickles: Tokiiii i woyld stll leik you if you was a werm

Toki: 🥹

Swkisgaar: gets off the group chats… go be homoesketuals in private)

Murderface: writes whole ass paragraphs. sometimes it’s like a 5 page essay. it’s always something that no one else cares about and he just infodumps in the group chat.

(example: Murderface: The Civil War is often referred as one of the first "modern" wars in history as it included the most advanced technology and innovations of warfare available at the time. Some of the advances and innovations of the Civil War included mass production of war materiel, rifling of gun barrels and the use of the Minié ball, the advent of repeating firearms and metallic cartridges, transportation railroads with armed locomotives, ironclad warships, submarines, one of the first uses of air corps for aerial reconnaissance, communication (especially the telegraph), advances in medicine and the gradual decline of tactics from previous centuries.

Nathan: SHUT UP MURDERFACE)

#metalocalypse #dethklok #metalocalypse headcanons #william murderface #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #they’re so autism

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Traditions

Melinda opened the door mid-knock. The man smiled down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor, right next door. I wanted to introduce myself,” he said. With a smirking shrug, he swept past her into the apartment. When he spoke again, it sounded breezily rehearsed. “You don’t mind if I come in? I like your books. Why don’t we sit down?”

She was confused, and almost absentmindedly pushed her door shut before following him down the hall to the living room.

“I’m—” she began, realizing the absurdity of being the one to introduce herself, and yet unable to resist. “I’m Melinda.”

“I knew a girl with that name once,” he said as he dropped roughly on to her couch. He made himself comfortable and grinned. “I fucking hated her.”

Again, she couldn’t help herself. “Why? Wh— what did she do?”

“She talked too much,” he said flatly, the grin disappearing completely.

“Oh! Oh. Um—” she said, thinking it through.

“But that’s not what I hated,” he interjected. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and stared deeply into her eyes. “What I hated was everything I had to do to shut her up. What she made me do.”

Melinda nodded. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Sit,” he directed, and she did.

For some reason, she picked the most uncomfortable chair in the room.

“But see, I’m counting on you here.” The smile returned, like spring come early. There was a buzzing in her ears. “I’m counting on you to do better than that other Melinda. I’m counting on you to be smart. You can be smart, can’t you, Better Melinda?”

Her “yes” was in the air before she’d even considered the question.

“Good. Very good,” he said, returning to his relaxed posture. “Do you have traditions, Better Melinda?”

“I—” Her thoughts raced. She had cravings… so, so many cravings. She had habits that regulated the cravings. She had fears that felt ancient and hereditary. But traditions? She couldn’t say. It felt wrong, being almost thirty and unable to say. “I’m not sure.”

“That’s okay. I’m always sure enough for both of us. ” He lightly patted the couch cushion next to him. “You probably don’t know this, but there’s a tradition in this building.”

Her eyes narrowed, as if the spell had been broken. “You just moved—”

“I used to live in the building, with my ex.” He patted the couch again. “One floor down. I could have moved into one of the units down there, but I told the super that this is as close as I want to get.”

She had, as it turned out, a weakness to magic. “Oh.”

“I lived there —suffered there, really— for three long years. Longer than you’ve been here, according to the super.” Without warning, his eyes hardened and he brought his hand down on the cushion with a slap that suggested dire things for her face.

She was frozen in place, but a voice inside her knew what to do. She stood —and wobbled, as she realized she was shaking— and moved to his side. He put his arm around her and she settled into the embrace.

If there were any voices screaming at her to run, she couldn’t hear them.

“You should really be careful about that guy, the super,” he warned. “He told me a lot about you even before I slipped him a hundred bucks. He lets himself into your apartment when you’re on campus. Did you know that?”

Her alarm was balanced by his warmth. It had to be wrong, the way she’d gone from feeling afraid to secure in a matter of minutes. It couldn’t happen like that, not the right way. But she couldn’t think about it too much; she was just too warm.

“No, I didn’t know,” was all she could reply.

“He goes through your stuff, copies your photos and videos off your iMac, cums in your food… the same stuff he does to all the women in the building.” He laughed. “He’s an old school pervert. He’s always wanted to tell someone. He looked relieved.”

“My— what food? Did he— did he say if he— with the videos—?” She felt serene, but her breathing quickened, and tears ran down her otherwise placid face.

He continued to laugh. “Are you talking about your personal collection of shame? Yes, hon. He told me I could buy a copy. (You’re not his type, by the way. He wanted me to tell you that, if it ever came up.)” He sighed in exaggerated relief and this task completed. “He was asking a fortune… I suppose he could see I was a motivated buyer.”

He sighed again, this time with something like sincerity.

“That’s okay, though. I’ll even things up with him someday.”

“So, now you have—” she began.

“Yes,” he said gently. “Now I have.”

She appeared to be thinking. She wasn’t thinking at all. Months later, when he recalled the moment in conversation, she would wonder for hours why he couldn’t tell. She didn’t like wondering about that. It made her sad.

“So in this building, there’s a tradition,” he said, confident she understood the backstory. “We’re not just neighbors. We’re partners. We share a wall, we share a duty… we share everything. We swap wifi passwords. We swap keys. We can count on each other.”

He patted her thigh just as he’d patted the cushion earlier. She knew if she were slow to act, the escalation would be even swifter. She stood and looked at him curiously.

“Go get me your spare set,” he instructed, waving her away with a flick of his wrist. “And write down your password.”

She would not remember searching through her junk drawer for the spare set. She would not remember writing down the password for her router. What she would remember was his voice saying, “Y’know what? Just write down all your passwords.” She would remember the way her hand would not reach out to offer him the folded piece of paper, no matter how hard she tried. She would remember him leaning close and taking it.

“I obviously don’t have to tell you why you’re going to do as you’re told. You understand your situation.” He pulled her back down to the couch with him. “So really, we just have that one big question left to answer.”

“What— which question?” she asked.

“The question I should have asked Other Melinda, when we were living downstairs.” He gripped her shoulder tighter, and leaned his face close to hers. She felt the world shrinking.

“Which question?” she whispered, her gaze unfocused.

“How much are you going to make me hate you?”

#stories

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weridpersonhelp · 1 year

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Red Phone [6]

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“Safa you’re not going to believe what I’m going to tell you!”

“Okay but first I need to share what a found on that welcome home show! It turns out there is a website on it! It has the neighbours and everything, in fact they have a mission of finding all lost information on the show! It was started in 1969 and ended in 1974. The company says it’s because they ran out of money but there could have been a different reason, I mean it was doing extremely well, and people from all different ages loved it even parents. I’ll send you the link, anyway what was it that you wanted to tell me?” by the time she was done I had run upstairs to my room and shut the door slowly making sure it didn’t creek.

“Huh? Oh! Well, there was this weird phone that kept ringing in my grandma’s remember and how grandma acted weird about it?”

“yeah girl! Who was it? And old friend of your dead grandpa?! A mysterious man wanting to talk to you grandma? A murderer?!?!?!” Safa asks in excitement.

“umm, not exactly maybe the last one. But I picked up the phone last night and answered-“ Safa gasps dramatically, while she processes what happened. While she does that I open out texts and type in the link she sent me.

“No fucking way, who was it?”

“his name is Wally, and he was looking to speak to my grandpa. I explained how he passed he shocked, then explained he wanted to ask him something, I don’t know what. But then went to ask if my grandma was their but I said she was busy. Knowing if I told her I picked up she would of killed me, literally. He asked who I was I said only my name. but he seemed like a nice guy, he plays piano and paints, also he’s in a different time zone then us!” I explain to her, though I know safa is going to be a bit of a worry wort about it. But that’s one of the things I love about her, how she was so caring and worried about me. If I was being honest she showed me more care then my mother has ever done in a life time.

“Y/n this man could be 30! Hell, if he knew your grandpa then be in his late 40’s or just getting into his 50’s!” Safa says as I spin around in the wheely chair.

“it’s not like we where flirting, he was just very easy to talk too!, he’s going to call tonight again!”

Y/N! This is not a good idea!” “

“oh, come on Safa, it’s not like he knows where I am. If he did he would of come here a while ago and talked to my grandma instead of calling all the time.” “Y/n this could be an old man, this isn’t safe in the slightest. I know I can’t stop you but promise me you’ll be careful? Try not to share too much information about yourself and ask as many questions as you can. Example how old he is!” Safa scolds me.

“He’s homeowner age! Plus where 18 we can date older guys now.”

“Yeah but not too old, we don’t want to be a sugar baby already! anyway have you checked out the website?”

“What’s wrong with being a sugar baby but any ways. Yeah, it’s very well done, I haven’t watched all the episode yet but it seems like they have done pretty well. Who’s your favourite neighbour?”

“Eddie’s cute but Howdy is so hot-“ “SAFA HE’S A CATERPILLAR!”

“SO?!?! THEIR PUPPETS! IT’S NOT LIKE THEY ARE REAL AND WE COULD MARRY THEM OR SOMETHING!” I shake my head at my friend choice in men, or puppets? caterpillars?

“You have interesting taste my guy-““Says you! Your taste in guys is not better than mine!” Safa says trying to defend herself, I roll my eyes at my friend though she can’t see them I know she knows.

“I like men who are tall! Human- ““What about Neteyam-“ “Do not bring the boys into this.”

Safa cracks up laughing, knowing very well we have similar taste in guys. After she was done laughing, I closed the website before adding it to my favrioutes.

“Anyway, again with the old man- ““we don’t know if he’s actually an old man yet!”

“Still, ask him for his actual number maybe? Just remember to be safe, I don’t trust him.”

“You’ve never met him! And I’ve barely even met this guy, he’s calling me to night okay. Don’t worry.”

“DINNER TIME” Mum screams from the kitchen...

“Oh sorry Safa, dinner time.”

“Your fine girlie, remember to ask this guy’s age! And his experiences to know his-“I cut my friend off done with talking about the person who called me last night. I turn off my computer and head downstairs, to a well cooked and delicious meal!

{hi everyone the results are in, and it seems everyone want them to some to life! but i forgot to add a thrid opption where I combined them but meh-

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