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everdreamofme · 1 month

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shower shenanigans

platonic ! slytherins x reader

just a silly little story that came to mind, based off of an episode of Friends lol

Theodore Nott was currently on his way up to the girls' dorm. The girls in question were some of his best friends: Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, and Y/N Y/L/N, along with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire, of course.

During his latest charms lesson, he had been absolutely whiffed, far too high to be able to take notes, of course, and was counting on stealing Astoria's to be able to complete his assignment.

Huffing when he discovered none of the girls were to be found in the dorm, he made his way to Astoria's side to begin his search, only to be interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open. Pansy had just finished showering and was currently drying off the last of her hair with a towel wrapped around her waist when she caught sight of Theo standing in her room. Both letting out a surprised scream, Pansy tried to cover her exposed upper half with a blanket that sat on the edge of Y/N's bed.

'I'm sorry! I'm sor-'

'That is it!' She hissed at the boy. 'You just barge in here all of the time; you don't knock-'

'I'm sorry, Pans!'

'You don't have any respect for anybody's privacy-'

'Pansy, wait-' 'No, you wait! This is ridiculous-'

'Can I just say one thing?!'

'Oh- what?! What?!'

'That's a relatively open weave, and I can still see your... nippluar area.' Pansy groaned in frustration as she spun to grab her wand, pointing it at the boy standing before her as she still held the blanket over her chest.

'Get out before I avada your ass, Nott!' Theo fled from the dorm, charms notes long forgotten, as he silently thanked Salazar for blessing him this fine Friday afternoon.

Pansy sat fuming on the couch in the Slytherin common room that evening, silently glaring daggers at Theo, who sat across from her, while Enzo, Draco, and Astoria looked at each other in confusion. As the rest of the gang filtered in and joined them around the fire, the conversation died out, and Theo spoke.

'Anyone up for a firewhiskey then?' Before anyone had the time to comprehend what he had asked, Pansy had crossed her arms and hissed out a sharp 'No.'

'Alright, have I missed something here?' Y/N asked, her eyes darting between the other occupants of the group, looking for answers. Enzo snickered in response, while Theo just sighed.

'No, she's still upset because I saw her boobies..' At this, Mattheo barked a laugh as Y/N gasped, Astoria's eyes widening too. Theo's response had Blaise furrowing his eyebrows.

'W-what? What were you doing seeing her boobies?' He asked.

'It was an accident! It's not as though I was peeping through the keyhole of the girls dorm!' Astoria pulled a face at the thought of this.

'Alright-'

'Can we just change the subject, please?' Pansy huffed, throwing her head back onto the couch.

'You know, I don't know why you're so embarrassed! They were very nice!' Theo interjected, causing Pansy to scoff at him.

'Nice? They were nice? I mean, that's it? Mittens are nice!'

'Alright, they were-'

'Okay, how about we direct the conversation away from Pansy's boobs?' Draco clapped.

'I'll get the firewhiskey!' Mattheo grinned, shooting up from his seat and returning shortly with a few bottles of firewhiskey.

The evening continued as a regular Friday would, laughing and joking with each other, telling stories of what had happened throughout the week when they hadn't seen each other—you know, the usual stuff.

The conversation soon turned to quidditch; Y/N and Astoria shared a look, knowing what was about to come. The rest of the group were so into quidditch, and of course they supported the boys whenever they had a match, but honestly, they could not care less about the sport. Even Pansy was an avid supporter, hence her current rant about the Hufflepuff seeker as she paced around the room.

'And I mean, why does he have to be so arrogant about it? Like, why-' Pansy looked over to Theo, only to notice his eyes glued to her chest as she spoke. Her eyes narrowed at the boy. 'Why can't you stop staring at my breasts?'

Theo blinked as his eyes darted up to hers, only to see she was already glaring at him. 'What?'

'Ugh, did you not get a good enough look before?!' She moaned. Blaise interjected, waving a hand between them.

'Alright, alright. We're all adults here; there's only one way to resolve this.' Theo looked almost bored with Blaise as he tried to find a solution, Pansy merely quirked a brow as she crossed her arms. 'Since you saw her boobies, I think you're going to have to show her your pee-pee.'

At this, the rest of the gang sat forward, intrigued. Enzo nodded along as though it were the most sane thing he had ever heard, while Astoria almost spat out her drink from laughter.

Theo grimaced. 'You know, I don't see that happening.'

'Come on, Theo, he's right! Tit for tat,' Y/N's input had Draco snorting as Mattheo's eyes darted between Theo and Pansy. Pansy grinned, looking down at the boy who still occupied the couch.

'Well, I am not showing you my tat.' Theo rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his firewhiskey and started up another conversation with Enzo.

Pansy would get him back; she was sure of it.

The next afternoon, the girls patiently waited for the boys to meet them in the common room. They had planned to head into Hogsmeade for some shopping and lunch, but they had to wait for the boys to shower first after their morning quidditch practice. Only Draco had emerged from the dorms so far, and he was happily chatting with Astoria as Y/N read a book on the armchair.

Pansy caught Blaise's eye as he made his way down the stairs, finally ready. 'Honestly, what is taking you all so long?' She had asked, causing him to laugh.

'It's Enzo! He takes showers so long, I'm surprised there is any water left in Scotland! Theo's only just getting a turn,' Pansy's brow lifted in intrigue.

'How long has Theo been in the shower, would you say, Blaise?'

'About five minutes?'

It was exactly the answer Pansy wanted. Smirking, she stood from her place on the couch and winked at Y/N.

'Fasten your seatbelts, kids; it's pee-pee time.'

Opening the door to the boy's dorm, she greeted Enzo as he stood in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

'Hey Pans,' He responded distractedly. It wasn't uncommon to see any of the girls in the boys dorm or vice versa, so he didn't think much of it as she crossed his room to the bathroom door.

'Payback time,' She muttered to herself as she quietly opened the door. Seeing the shower curtain pulled across and a tall shadow behind it, she grinned again. Rapidly pulling back the curtain, her 'Ha!' quickly turned into a scream as the figure in the shower jumped.

'What the fuck?'

'Oh my God!' She screeched as she ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

'What? What's wrong?' Enzo turned to her, panicking. The bathroom door swung open as Mattheo, still soaking wet but now with a towel around his waist, stormed out with a seething look on his face.

'What the fuck is the matter with you?!'

'I thought it was Theo!'

'What - what, what's happened?' Theo ran into the room with his wand out as Pansy whirled on him, pointing an accusatory finger.

'You! You were supposed to be in there, so I could see your thing!' She fumed. Enzo's brows shot up as he stiffled a laugh, Mattheo shot him a death glare before turning back to the scene in front of him.

'Sorry. My-my thing was out there with me,' He lowered his wand and gestured to the hallway behind him, a grin crossing his face as Pansy growled and shouldered past him out the door. As she made her way down the stairs with clenched fists, Y/N looked up from her book.

'Pans?'

'That fucking idiot..'

'What's wrong?' Y/N asked again.

'Oh my God,' Astoria gasped. 'You didn't catch Theo, did you?'

Shaking her head, Pansy sat with a huff. It's safe to say the trip to Hogsmeade was filled with clenched jaws and glares from Mattheo to Pansy, and Pansy to Theo, while the rest of the gang laughed at their misfortune.

Later that evening, Astoria lay on her bed reading a new novel bought for her earlier in the day by Draco when the door to her room suddenly opened and in stalked Mattheo.

'Hey Riddle,' He nodded in response as he made his way over to the girls' bathroom door. Astoria quirked a brow and grinned slightly. 'Whatcha doing?' She already knew the answer.

'Clear the tracks for the payback express. Next stop; Pansy Parkinson.' He grinned, whipping the door open and walking into the steamy room.

'Surpri- holy shit!' His surprise attack was cut short as he pulled the curtain back, only to reveal Y/N in the shower instead of Pansy.

'Mattheo, what the fuck?!' His eyes widened as he turned away from the very naked girl in the shower.

'Shit, sorry - I was trying to catch Pansy out!' Y/N pulled the shower curtain across again and hid behind it.

'Wrong fucking girl!'

'I know, I know—I'm sorry!'

'Matt?' She asked after a minute of silence.

'Yeah?'

'Get out!'

'Right, right-' As Mattheo sped out of the room, he grimaced at Astoria, who lay still smirking as she read her book.

That evening, at dinner, Y/N stabbed her food with force as she glared at the boy opposite her.

'Right, what's happened here then?' Draco asked, his eyes flying between the two.

'Mattheo barged in on me in the shower!' She hissed, causing her friends to burst into laughter as she was now caught in the shower chronicles.

'I told you, it was an accident!'

'You got a lot more than you bargained for!' She gripped her fork tightly in her hand as Mattheo smirked.

'Yeah I did, I got a great view,' He said with a smirk, which quickly disappeared after seeing Y/N's face.

'Look, I'm sorry!' He apologised once more as she sighed and began a conversation with Enzo.

The next morning, Y/N stomped into the boys dorm, still clad in her pyjamas. Theo groaned from his place in bed.

'Y/N, it is 8 a.m... on a Sunday.'

'Oh hush, you caused this whole thing, Nott.'

Storming over to the bathroom, she flung the door open just as Enzo was stepping out of the shower. She smacked a hand over her mouth as she squeaked.

'Y/N?!'

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' She turned on her heel and slammed the door, Theo's laughter echoed in the room.

'Where is Mattheo?!' She demanded.

'Fuck knows,' He responded, propping himself on his elbows.

'He is on a run, you little menace!' Enzo appeared behind her, a towel around his waist as he crossed his arms. She gave him a sheepish smile.

'Sorry, Enz, I just wanted to get him back!'

'This has gone way too far now,' He said as Mattheo entered the room and took in the scene before him. A cackle left his mouth as he put the pieces together.

'I'll get you back, Riddle.' Y/N jabbed a finger into his chest as she passed him by.

That morning at breakfast, the table ate in silence. Enzo huffed. 'That's it; no more shower shenanigans! We're all terrified to shower now, in case someone comes barging in.'

Pansy rolled her eyes, moving her pancakes with her fork. 'This is all Nott's fault.'

'Hey!'

'Well, it is, Theo-'

'No one asked you to get involved, Y/L/N-'

'I had to because Matt-'

'Hey, mine was an accid-'

'Enough!' Blaise's voice boomed across the table, silencing the bickering amongst the group.

'Theodore, apologise to Pansy.' Astoria instructed.

Theo muttered a quiet. 'Sorry Pans.'

'Pansy, apologise to Mattheo.' Blaise told her.

'Sorry, Matt.' She said with a sheepish smile.

'Riddle, apologise to Y/N.'

Mattheo did as Draco told him. 'I'm sorry, Y/N.'

'Y/N, apologise to Lorenzo.'

'Sorry, Enz.' She gave his shoulder a small nudge with hers.

'Right, now that's all sorted...' Y/N looked up at the girl beside her with her brow raised. 'Well?'

Draco furrowed his brows as the girl before him stared at his girlfriend. 'Well, what?'

'Aren't you three going to apologise for taking the piss out of us?' Draco, Blaise, and Astoria all shared a glance before murmuring their own apology.

The group all shared a knowing look before bursting into laughter. They could never be mad at each other for long.

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months

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Omg the dog shapeshifter ask is amazing but like- cat. i can already imagine Tim being all over you and being one of those guys where half his personality is just that he has a cat. Dick would 120% invest in those hoodies with the pouch to carry their cats, and Jason just carries you everywhere (wiggles be danmed).

The only person who has any qualms about it is Alfred because everything is covered in cat hair lmao.

meow. more pawtastic cat villain! reader w/ batfam

@sophiethewitch1 👅

You tended to take the lead when it came to your relationships with the Robins

They were just too busy with duty and heroism that they rarely ever took the time to be or get into relationships. So you would help them, cover them in that area per se.

Though there were times, like an actual cat, that you suddenly hate their asses or be indifferent. You didn’t notice it yourself really. Sometimes you were just stressed from real life problems and whatnot

or dealing with Bruce’s constant sermons about how you were a bad influence on Jason. Blaming you for all these strung up bodies across the streets of Gotham that had been tied up with yarn and catnip.

sometimes you just wanted to reel back the persona you’ve built up as a villain and just chill out

but you see, if there’s anyone who would notice the slightest change in your demeanor it would be the batboys

Tim and Jason would be the first. They spend the most time with you.

Instead of giving them a kiss or a quick fuck after a job well done, you’d just say goodbye and leave.

Not even in your signature cat joke filled way of saying goodbye

Hell you would even just teleport out of there without a word

Tim would have most likely observed you more, but Jason? Jason would be on your ass in seconds

“Hey, kitty? We need to talk.“

Did I mention that the boys love to use various cat related nicknames for you? The cringier the better.

(Damian just calls you pussy at times)

In anycase, Jason knocks on your door. But you do not respond. Like, for a long fucken time.

Ofc, he smashed the door open.

And what does he see?

Well first it was nothing. I mean his eyes weren’t directly on the floor immediately . But then he move his gaze down,

You, in your cat form.

He just about screams. Shrieks. Like I could maintain his sense of dignity for you dear reader but nah. It started as a shout of surprise before it turned into a high pitched cry, and lastly cooing.

He’s confused at first and is worried about your sudden disappearance til you cleared things up.

Something about a curse that turns you into an actual cat at random moments.

You said it interrupted a lot of your civilian business (school, work, etc.) and so your mental health and well being took a decline.

And boy did Jason go mom mode.

He’s more on the practical side. He makes sure you’re comfortable and guarded especially when in dangerous situations.

Will never let you go on a heist with this curse on going. What if you get shot by a guard? What if you get kidnapped by those horrid animal pounds? Not to mention those perverts that would… no he shook his head.

Definitely keeps you within arms reach at all if not most times.

Tim finds out soon after. You tried to ask him to respect your privacy, but he couldn’t help himself. He was scared to death that he did something wrong or exposed something he did that breached your trust.

He immediately buys a ton of cat related products for you.

Not only that he does an extensive amount of research on cat health and diets.

His rooms gets covered by different studies on cat cellular makeup before he realizes that

Oh crap, he kinda enjoyed this.

And he hasn’t looked up how to actually cure this curse of yours.

Damian soon follows. He’s got it the worst out of all members.

Prides himself with his wide experience and knowledge with animals.

He uses visits to the vet as a threat when you misbehave.

But you’re a villain, you don’t get scared easily right? What’s the worse that could happen at the vet’s?

… yeah he almost got you neutered/spayed.

Safe to say that you were much more obedient after that.

Bruce isn’t that available or good with pets, so he mostly just funds whatever the boys do hoping that it’d lead to them not destroying stuff or killing people for you any more than before the curse.

Dick is the last to find out, and that was because Tim dropped a whole thesis about why the latter should definitely have more [Y/N]-cat-duty hours!

I mean just look at those charts! Your happiness is definitely at its highest when you’re with him

(ignoring the fact that he showers you with catnip)

Dick is definitely the

Cuteness aggression that borders on abuse type of cat owner

Very touchy with you.

And yes he invests a lot of money to get have pouches on his suits for you to be in. If not you’d be like that one cat from Spiderman Miles Morales just hanging out from a backpack of sorts, designed so you’ll never fall out.

Collars.

These men have collectively spent around hundreds of thousands of dollars on cat related shit

And you’re still wondering how tf this curse came to be

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vcrooster · 2 years

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Cherry Flavored

Smut & Some Angst.

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Reader (call sign: Cherry)

Word count: 4 k

Summary: All that Rooster needed to do was let out some steam.

Authors note: I don’t even know how I came up with this but I hope you like it <3. If you guys have any ideas you would like me to right about I’m all open for some requests.

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Rooster didn’t even notice his arms were feeling sore until he was in the showers. He could hear the mix of all of the other guys voices, and all of them came to the same conclusion. Maverick had kicked everyone’s ass.

Including him. Twice.

He was so mad at himself. He should’ve taken the damn shot.

And fucking Coyote flirting with you since the call back isn’t really letting him be at his fullest.

You always politely declined him. Politely as in you said no thank you and he took it as a try harder.

And every time it took everything in Rooster not to tell him off.

All of the whistles had made him turn his head towards the door. “If it ain’t Cherry and Phoenix” Hangman said when saw you walk in the room.

The collar of your shirt still had sweat around it and your suit was half way undone.

You were one of the two female pilots that were recalled to Top Gun. Most of the time you got treated as equals, but they were moments like this where the guys were just being stupid.

You lock eyes with Rooster. He doesn’t hold it for more than a couple of seconds. “Don’t worry lady’s, we are out of here”. Hangman says, you are actually grateful that they’ve respected your privacy. “Showers are all yours”.

He seems irritated and upset. You can’t do anything about it right now, not in front of everyone.

You started to fool around with him a couple a years ago. Sneaking around, just letting some steam off was the whole purpose of it.

It wasn’t your intention to grow feelings for him. You both stayed together for the holidays, neither of you had families to go back to, so you kept each other company.

Rooster sure wasn’t expecting to find himself asking for you to give him a chance.

But how couldn’t he. Rooster was crazy over you.

The decision to keep it a secret was mutual. You didn’t want to risk a transfer to a different unit. Truth is you guys were a good team in the air, and you couldn’t trust anybody else to not get you killed up there.

“Come on Rooster, don’t try to get lucky” Harvard patted him on the back before leaving the room, without of course giving you a last glance.

“Are you messing around with Rooster?” Phoenix asked with a smirk on her face once they were alone.

“What?” No, no, no, she doesn’t know. “I’m not messing around with nobody”.

“You don’t sound so sure” she teases.

“Oh shut up”.

You feel somewhat unsteady when you get the sensation that she isn’t joking around. Shit, Phoenix is like a sister to Bradley, of course she’s going to know when something is off about him.

“Coyote and Hangman would be terribly heartbroken” honestly starts feeling like she is trying to get something out of you. “I can’t blame you though”.

Hangman would never admit to it sober, but during a late night drunk conversation with Phoenix it had slipped his mouth how he saw you almost naked in the showers.

It was an accident, genuinely.

He wasn’t a pervert he had just been stupid enough to forget his keys under his spare shirt in his locker.

Now maybe he wasn’t a good team player but he was sure a gentleman, nobody but Phoenix knew about it.

The image of you getting undressed had been the only thing helping him get off for the next week or so. He never made a move on you in a serious type of manner; however, he would occasionally flirt when he got a little too cocky.

“Whatever”. You answer.

You ignore her comments and head to take a shower. The warm water felt delicious over your skin. The training today has been hard— embarrassing you would say. You are supposed to be the best of the best, and here comes this guy that took everyone down with little to no effort.

But the 200 push-ups under the California sun were the worst part of it all. You really don’t want to complain, because Rooster had to do double of that.

You make sure to get done before Phoenix is. You hurry to your small designated room before she asks more questions and you get too annoyed at her.

It’s an hour till midnight when you go to Rooster’s room. You decided it was better to give him some time to cool off before you checked up on him.

“Hey” he doesn’t say anything he just moves aside to make room for you to come in.

You watch him walk back and take a seat at the edge of his bed. His face is painted with exhaustion, he’s still upset for what you could tell.

Your hand drops on his shoulder when you sit next to him, trying to give him some sort of comfort. “It’s alright Rooster, he smoked everyone else out there”.

“He pulled my papers”.

“What? Maverick?” You knew he had a rattle going on with him but he never mentioned why.

“He pulled my application on the naval academy” his voice was a mix of gloom and anger. “Set me back four years”.

“What you did today, you could’ve got yourself kicked out” You know how he lets anger blind him. He’s just a guy that lets his emotions get the best of him.

“Don’t worry about it—“

“I am” You slightly raise your voice, You’re not going to sit there letting him pity himself. Bradley is a great pilot he just needs to loosen up a little. “You can’t leave us flying with Hangman”.

“I’m sorry” he finally looks at you, you feel the palm of his hand gently squeeze your inner thigh.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me, I just want you to prove him wrong”.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in, pressing his lips sweetly against yours.

They stay still for a second and pulls back, pressing his forehead on your own. You know that no matter how much time goes by, he’ll always be breathtaking to you.

You are the one that decides to make the next move. Wanting to make him feel good, help him relax a little. You move your lips gradually over his without any intention at first.

Slowly as you deepen the kiss you straddle his lap, his fingers immediately dig in the skin of your hips holding you steady, knowing your next move.

He knows it’s a bad idea to fuck you in the dorm rooms, shit, Yale and Coyote were sleeping in the rooms next to his, maybe he wouldn’t mind finally putting and end to Coyote insistence on you, but he knew it wasn’t the place or time.

Your fingers slide into his golden hair when his tongue meets yours. He isn’t trying to get carried away but he can help to get rid of your shirt completely when your hand gets lost inside his boxers.

His hands are roaming from your waist to your breasts. He covers them with his hands, squeezing them softly earning a moan from you.

It’s all it took for him to return to his senses.

“Wait, wait, babe wait” he sounds rushed as he’s trying to catch his breath again. “We can’t, not here”.

“Just relax” You shushed him.

“They’re going to hear us”. He’s doing his best to be the nice guy and stop you, but he’s had a shitty day and the idea of intimacy with his girl, was sounding very good at the moment.

He’s looking at you with expectant eyes, that’s all you need for you to kneel in front of him and tug the waistband of his boxers.

“You just gotta make sure you're very quiet then”.

Once your hand is around his cock he lets out a shaky breath. You work your hand along his shaft and seconds later his hand is on top of your own, guiding the speed. “A little slower”. The breathes out.

You do as he says. Your thumb brushes against his tip a couple of times, gaining a sigh from him. God, you love the sounds he makes.

“Feeling better?” You let out a giggle with a soft smile.

“Fuck yes” he groans.

You wrap your lips on him without warning, he throws back his head, hissing and moaning your name in what sounded like a whisper.

His fingers get tangled in your hair carefully undoing the tie holding your ponytail up. He has always loved you with your hair down. But what he loves the most is when he can just take it in a fistful for himself to guide your movements.

“You always take me so good baby” he grunts.

Rooster looks down on you. His eyes trail to your arched back and those boy shorts that barely covered your ass, all he can think is how good it looks from where he’s at.

That sight alone makes him lose his mind in between gasps and groans. It’s always so difficult for him to maintain eye contact when you always look so perfect. And it’s all just for him.

He moans getting all caught up in the moment, you don’t even pay attention to the tears forming in the corner of your eyes when he hits the back of your throat.

Your tongue swirls around his tip and your hand works on whatever you mouth can’t reach. He hissed pushing the hair off your forehead. “Fuck”.

His eyes meet yours right before he’s about to cum. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth slightly opened. He pulls himself out and next thing you feel is the warm strings covering your cleavage.

It takes a moment for him to compose his breath, meanwhile you clean yourself with the towel sitting on the chair next to his bed.

He tucks himself back in his boxers. He shifts in his twin size bed, lifting his body on his elbows.

He gets lost looking at the cherry tattoo on your shoulder, the reason you earned your call sign. He lets out a smirk remembering the time you were drunk and complaining that you wanted your call sign to be Echo, not the stupid tattoo you got when you’d just turned 18.

“Hey…” he reaches out for you making you fall on his lap.

You know he wants to return the favor when he turns you under him and starts kissing you hard. Fingers start to play on the waistband of your shorts teasing you. But you're not falling for it.

His lips trail off down your neck where he nips on the skin of your collar bones. “Oh no Bradshaw, I have to go”.

He yanks his head up looking a little lost. He completely forgot he was the one trying to stop you all along.

“Come on, just stay for a little bit”.

You smile at his childish actions. You know if you stay in his room you're ending up getting tangled in his sheets and to be honest it hasn’t been long since you guys had sex.

Truth is you ended up fucking him in some random motel after his little preformance in the Hard Deck.

“Unless you want to explain to Cyclone, why was I in your room all night Lieutenant Bradshaw” He smiles playfully kissing your jaw and lastly he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.

“I think I’m good on that one”.

“I thought so too”

You leave before it gets any later than it already is.

You hope that’s enough to get him off his thoughts for a bit– and a better mood.

And it works for what you could tell. It was all going alright but when it was his turn to do the exercise Maverick wasn’t exactly too constructive about it.

The best way to describe today’s training was no other than a shit show.

Maverick and Rooster had put on one hell of a performance in front of everyone. But what tied it all together was Hangman’s comments on Rooster's dad. To be more specific how he passed flying with Maverick.

“Hey!”. You yell at Hangman before he turns the corner.

“Cherry” He sighs “Your pretty little face is becoming more annoying every–“ you slap him across his face, you’d like to say you stopped there but before he could steady himself you push him against the wall. “Ouch”.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” your voice comes out more broken than strong. “His problems aren’t for you to broadcast in front of everyone”.

“Is it getting too personal with Rooster?”. He sounds pretty cynical and that smile painted across his face only made you angrier. “Because I have to say I thought I was more of your type”.

“You’re such a fucking asshole Jake”.

“Lighten up Cherry, Jesus”. He winks not before looking at you up and down. “I’m feeling a little jealous”.

“I swear–“

“Guys just stop” Phoenix interrupted you both before the situation escalated.

As soon as she says that you’re on your way to Bradley’s dorm. Phoenix tries to stop you to try and calm the situación down but it honestly comes out as more annoying than helpful.

You’re only knocking a couple of times on his door before he opens it.

His suit is half way undone, the arms are wrapped around his waist and he’s still clearly mad about the whole situation.

His eyes don’t soften as they usually do when he looks at you. In fact his hand is wrapped around your arm pulling you into his room.

“I’m so fucking over this shit” He tells you before you could say anything. “What does he fucking want me to do?”.

“Rooster…” he lets you reach out for his shoulder. You don’t want to say anything, he can be a real hothead when he’s mad, and honestly he’s had enough for today.

“And Hangman, fuck–“ He’s clearly very frustrated, you get, he’s feeling cornered and embarrassed, damn he almost hit the guy in front of the whole group.

“I slapped him just minute ago” you say and he chuckles slightly, the last reaction you thought you’d get from him right.

You hand finds his squeezing it gently.

He allows himself to relax a little. It’s just you, it’s always alright when he's with you.

He joins your lips with his before he thinks too much about it. He presses your back against the wood of the door, taking you by surprise. It takes you a moment to respond and sync up with his pace.

His lips feel rough over yours– desperate would be a better way to describe it. But he’s hurt, you at least could attempt to try and talk to him.

“Hey, we should –“ His head shakes denying anything you’re trying to say to him. He quickly shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours, harder this time. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth and you can’t help but to moan into his. “Rooster”.

He wants a distraction. And to be honest you could use one too. There was no point in resisting him.

The way you kiss him is almost in unspoken agreement between both of you. Your hands immediately shoot to his hair and down his neck.

“I need you baby”. He whispers on your skin. Shit alright.

Your hands start to untie the arms of his suit pulling it all the way down.

He straightens you up and his lips are on your neck, he nips the skin from that area until he manages to get a whimper out of your mouth. He smiles trying to catch a breath.

You push him off until the back of his knees hits his bed. He falls into the mattress lifting himself with his elbows. He looks at you impatiently for your next move.

You have to say the part you love the most of fucking with Rooster is the constant fight of who’s in charge.

And honestly Bradley can’t get enough of it either. The only thing rolling on his mind is how hot you look trying to handle him.

And shit, you looked even better stripping in front of him right now.

His gaze doesn’t leave you a single time. It follows you undoing your boots but he’s most excited when you slowly start to unzip your suit.

He reaches out to you trying to help you finish the job but he only gets pushed back into the mattress.

“Not yet” there is a small grin forming on his face by watching you step out of your suit. His eyes trail from your legs to your face. You’d stop being shy and nervous around him from the first couple of times sleeping with him. Fuck, you weren’t fully undressed and there he was hard as rock inside of his boxers.

You crawl over him and he still doesn't dare to touch you, his eyes never leave your own. You could still perceive a hint of the scent of musk and vanilla on him. Your knees stop when they reach his lap and you settle right on top of his cock.

“You’re going to have to give me a little more than that sweetheart” You chuckle having fun with him. Your palm pushes his chest down, you slowly start grinding on him, having him hiss right away “There we go”. Rooster groans.

You finally feel his tight grip on your hips making your pace faster. His hands trail up your sides lifting your shirt all the way up your rib cage until it’s off your body. The palm of his hand slides from your bellybutton to your breast squeezing and kneading them.

“Shit” he chokes out. He pulls you down, meeting him in a messy kiss. “I want to fuck you so badly already”.

He quickly puts on one of the condoms in his night stand before his mind drifts anywhere else.

“That eager Bradshaw?” that’s all it takes for him to hook his hands on the back of your thighs. He lifted you without a problem and in a second he had your back against the wall.

“You have no idea” He grinds a couple of more times on you adjusting your thighs around his waist making sure he has you how he wants you. “Hold tight babe”.

He stretched his neck up to keep his lips against yours moaning against them as he slammed into you again.

You are the one that guides him inside you, having you both gasp at the new sensation. Almost right away he is pounding hard into you leaving no time for you to adjust to him.

You have to steady yourself on his shoulders when you feel him go deeper. He bites the skin of your collarbone softly passing the tip of his tongue over it. He's always careful not to leave any sort of marks on you but this time he didn’t even care.

He gripped your thighs tightly when you clenched around him as the tip of his cock kept brushing on your sweet spot.

“Holy fuck–“ you say breathlessly.

He knows that you guys aren’t loud enough for someone else to hear. But he can’t help to like the thought of you moaning his name for everyone to hear that you're his.

Your face hides in the crook of his neck leaving open mouth kisses along it, loving the sensation of his moans vibrating against his throat.

Your eyes glide down taking a look at where your bodies are joined. The pleasure building inside you starts to feel a little overwhelming, your thighs tense up and your forehead ends up resting over his “Rooster”. It comes out more like a plead than you intended and it drives him crazy.

“I know baby”. He whispers.

He jerks you up in a sudden move, his arm on your waist holding you tighter against him. He’s thrusting faster and harder than before. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades in an attempt to hold on to him as best as you can.

It almost feels as if he is pulling out completely as he slams as deep and hard as he can into you.

You got so lost into him that you almost didn’t realize that you were about to cum. “Are you almost there?” He asks and you can bring yourself to answer so the only response you can give him is a desperate whimper.

He pounds a few more times and it finally explodes on you. He’s kissing you to drown the moans you're making. And he keeps doing it while he’s finally coming. It hits him harder than he thought it would, he feels like he's melting into you.

You take a moment to look at him. You’re sure he’s the most handsome guy you’ve seen in your life. God, you’re so in love with him.

You stay with him until he falls asleep. He usually doesn’t sleep very well but his soft snoring filled the room not too long after.

You leave his room making sure to set his alarm for the morning.

It wasn’t late so seeing Maverick waiting outside your door didn’t surprise you that much.

“Lieutenant Metcalf” You felt he was angry. Part of you was glad he wasn’t disappointed.

You’ve known him for a long time, your grandfather was his instructor when he was in Top Gun. You’d occasionally check on him throughout the years but never were exactly close to him, not like he is– or was– with Rooster.

“Are you here to lecture me?” You weren’t intending to come out as defensive as you did.

“No, but it’s not that hard to put one and two together”. He’s still irritated from training and you can’t blame him. “I should kick one of you off the team” his arms were crossed over his chest.

The thing about Maverick is that you knew no matter how bad his ass was in the line he would always have the back of the people he loved.

“Are you?” He tried to ignore the obvious fact that you look like you just got fucked despite your efforts of trying to clean your self up.

“That’s up to you”. His voice got softer. “Get some rest Cherry”.

“Yes sir”.

Contrary to Rooster, you kept tossing and turning in the bed all night. Your mind just kept on wandering off to what could happen to Bradley and you once Maverick was out of the picture.

You really didn’t want to think of the possibility of not flying with him anymore.

Best thing for now is to keep your hands off each other and hope for the best.

That was until you were headed to the beach the very next day and the hickeys on your tits were very visible with the sports bra you were planning to wear.

You would’ve gotten away with the simple white shirt you used as your cover up if Coyote and Hangman hadn't decided to be funny and pulled you and Phoenix to the water making your shirt very see through.

“Damn Cherry, you should've told me I was being too hard last night”. Jake pointed out sarcastically at the now visible dark marks on your chest. “You know how much I hate putting on a show”.

“I bet you do Hangman” Rooster said, coming up towards you, helping you out of the water and draping his hawaiian shirt on your shoulders and wrapping one of his hands on your waist lifting you to his side.

He didn’t care that all eyes were on you guys, but shit, Cyclone didn’t have to show up right at that moment.

You knew you were fucked when he whispered to Maverick.

“What’s going on with those two?” He pointed out to both of you.

“They must be very competitive sir”.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #rooster angst #rooster one shot #rooster smut #rooster top gun #top gun #top gun maverick

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strawberryscribblesandwrites · 10 months

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Vampires vs Bath time

Marko x reader x Paul

Summary: your two blond vampire boyfriends visit you and things get a little steamy ;)

Author's note: I might do full smut part two we shall see

A cool breeze ruffled my hair, the smell of the sea being carried by it. That was one of the few perks of living right near the boardwalk, the fresh smell of the salty ocean.

Another perk was that I was close to my boys.

Ah, my boys. How could I begin to describe my undead delinquents? Well you have David, the ring leader, charming sinister energy to him at first but once you get to know him he had a soft spot for his lost boys. Dwayne is the silent brooding type, he loves reading and riding his bike with the others. Marko and Paul, the messy mischief makers filled with a childish hyperactiveness to them.

When I first met my boys they were well they were kind of a mess, only washing in the ocean, living then with frizzy matted hair- they would occasionally use the public showers near the boardwalks, but after meeting them I was adamant that they should keep good hygiene, especially if we were to all be in a relationship. David and Dwayne followed my rule and would pop in to have a proper hot shower or bath.

Now, Paul and Marko.... would try their best to remember but they would often get caught up in their shenanigans.

My radio was playing a loud rock song that reminded me of a thrilling night in the cave. I danced around my room without a care until the sound of a shrill wolf whistle and catcalling made me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to face my open window, I saw none other than the pair of blonde vamps. Their faces and clothes smeared with thick blood.

"What the hell" I whisper shouted at them.

"Aww baby don't be like that, it was a good show" Paul said with a smirk while Marko was giggling like a mad man. "Hurry in before anyone sees you" I said, shaking my head trying to suppress a smile at their antics.

"Do not touch anything" I said sternly as they came through my window. I walked to my set of draws and got the pair some comfy clothes to chuck on while I put their blood-drenched clothes in the wash. "Let me guess you were playing with your food and got too messy?" I asked them over my shoulder. "You could say that” David said “We were starting to stink up the place" Marko mumbled, like a child being told off. "I think we could have gone a few more days before we needed a good wash" Paul said in a joking manner.

"Gross" I stated.

Putting the boy's respective comfy clothes on my bed, I turned to the pair to inspect which of them needed a more thorough approach. Looking at Paul, he didn't seem too bad. His hair was stiff, as were his clothes- covered in deep, sticky blood. But other than that he didn't seem too bad. Marko, on the other hand, had his shirt half ripped and his soaked jacket looked particularly crusty. His chaps had seen better days, not to even mention how his hair was stuck together, all matted with blood clots.

"Paul you're up first, Marko baby you need extra care. I swear if you boys continue this I'll start treating you like actual dogs and just put you in the paddling pool and hose you down" I threatened

"Woof" Marko said smirking causing Paul to explode with laughter

"Sugar, we aren't that bad" he said breathlessly between laughs. I just hummed in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Baby, you just stay there. You can read some comics on my desk, I don't mind you getting a mess on my desk chair" I told him over my shoulder.

Turning on the taps of my bath, I added some soap and set some shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the side of the tub.

"Strip" I said pointing to the bath.

"Oooh, no need to be so snappy. If you wanted me naked you should just ask nicely" he said in a seductive tone.

"Not tonight casanova" I told him, causing him to pout.

I walked out of the bathroom giving him his privacy to get in the tub. Waiting, till I heard him shout through the door he was ready. I opened the door to collect his clothes.

"Hey baby, do you think you can wash my hair?" he asked softly. "Of course I can sweetie" I smiled.

Popping my head back into my room after I had put Paul's clothes into the washing machine, I was met with the sight of Marko, with his feet kicked up on my desk engrossed in one of my many comics. I made my way back to the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a response before making my way in.

Paul lay in the bath, his wet hair pooling around his broad shoulders, his face and chest absent of the blood that was there earlier that night. "Hey Paulie" I said softly as I kneeled by the bath. He gave me a sweet smile as he sat up giving me better access to his head.

I truly loved nights like these with my boys. Sure they were killers, but they were also the boys that always treated me with love and care.

Kissing Paul's shoulder, I leaned for the shampoo, squirting some on my hand and massaging it into his scalp, causing Paul to let out a soft groan, my nails raking across his head."Have I told you how much I love you?" Paul breathlessly groaned as I started pouring water gently over his hair. “I'm always happy to hear it baby” I said, kissing his shoulder again.

I continued rinsing his hair until it was free of soap, repeating the process with the conditioner. “I could get used to this” Paul sighed, as the water sloshed round the tub as he started to stand up. “Well, I'm glad to hear that because I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn't smell like a corpse when I see him” I chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bath. “Aww, don't you find the smell of rotting sexy babe” he teased, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his bare chest. “Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think it is” I joked into his chest.

“Come on pretty boy, Marko needs a bath and a good scrub” I said, kissing his chest, causing a deep rumble to spread through him.

“Your clothes are on the bed and the hair dryer is in my desk drawer” I said, opening the door of the bathroom for him.

I leaned down putting my hand in the now lukewarm water to pull out the plug and let it drain .

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe of my room, I watched as Paul moved over to my desk where Marko was sat. Paul leaned over him to get to the draw, allowing Marko to quickly lean up and kiss his jaw. “You smell nice” he told him. “Thanks bud” he said with a soft smile, retrieving the hair dryer.

Moving back to the bathroom as the last of the bath water emptied out, I replugged it, filling it with hot water and more soap, waiting until the bath was full until I called on Marko.

After a few minutes, he hadn't come. I decided to see why he was taking so long, walking over to my desk and leaning down over his shoulder. “Marko baby, why aren't you coming to the bathroom?” I asked softly.

“Babe, this comic is bitchin’. Look!” he said, excitedly showing me the panels of two characters fighting. Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “That's pretty cool, but ya gotta get a wash baby”. He groaned as he put the comic down.

We both moved to the bathroom where the bath was almost full of hot water and soap. “Pass me your jacket” I told the blond vampire. He shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. Giving a quick thank you, I moved his jacket to the kitchen where I could hand wash it.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom and waited for the okay from Marko to come in.

“Hey” he said, as I entered the steamy bathroom. “Hi” I smiled.

Marko was sat up straight in the water. Unlike Paul, he hadn’t bothered to rid his face and chest of congealed and dried blood .

Kneeling by the bathtub, I soaked the washcloth in the water, bringing it up to Marko’s face and gently scrubbed his chin. “You're both such messy eaters, you know that?” I asked with a chuckle. “We can’t help it babe, we just get a lil excited is all” he stated with a smile. I chuckled slightly at his response.

Gently, I grabbed his chin and tilted his head back so that I could wipe the blood from his neck. Occasionally, I would re-wet the cloth until his neck was clear of blood. I placed a set of soft kisses on his neck, up to his jawline. Pulling away from Marko, I dipped the cloth back in the water.

“Why are you so gentle with us?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, while tilting my head and smiling softly.

“Well, I mean, you’re so soft with us. You make sure we are clean, and I mean- well look at you. You’re cleaning a bloodthirsty creature of the night” he stated. “I mean, you wash Pauls hair, you give David massages when he gets worked up, you sit and read with Dwayne, and don’t even get me started on how soft you are with Laddie. You buy him allsorts. You treat us so well and I don’t understand why” he said bewildered

“Hmm. Well, the answer is simple” I said as I brought my soapy hand up to his cheek. “It’s because I love you all, so very dearly” I smiled sweetly.

Marko broke out into a wide smile. “Awww, babe. You love us? Ewww” He joked as he pulled me into a kiss.

Pulling away, I gave him a soft look.“Alright lover boy, I should really wash your hair now. It’s all matted” I said. Sternly grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I started to lather his hair. “It smells like you” he mumbled to himself as I continued the process of lathering and rinsing until there were no more suds in his hair.

Grabbing the conditioner, I gently raked it through his hair before grabbing a comb to get the knots out of his curly hair, being careful not to pull and hurt him. Once I was done running the conditioner through his hair, I rinsed it all out.

“Alright, I'm gonna give your jacket a wash. I’m sure you can handle the rest from here” I said. Standing from the bathroom floor, I moved to the door.

Before I stepped down the stairs I went to check on Paul, he was on my bed, towel still low on his hips as he read one of the comics Marko had earlier. He’d turned the rock music on my radio higher, seeming comfortable

I carefully made my way down the stairs with the rest of Markos clothes in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, putting his jeans and shirt in the washing machine and setting it away along with Paul's clothes. The sloshing sound of the washer filling with water engulfed the silent kitchen. Grabbing Marko’s jacket, I filled the sink with cold water and detergent then began gently scrubbing at the blood stains, carefully, so as to not ruin it. I hummed a random song I had heard from the radio earlier as I worked away to rid the jacket of all the blood soaking it.

I stiffened as a pair of cold hands made their way round my waist.

“What you doing down here all by yourself?” Paul hummed huskily in my ear as his hand made its way under my shirt.

“Ah! Paul baby, your hands are freezing” I squealed, trying to squirm away from him.

“Well, you can help me warm them up” He mumbled against my skin. Paul started to drag his lips slowly down my neck until he reached the junction where my neck met my shoulders. I hummed at the feeling of his soft lips on the crook of my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

“I heard you and Marko in the bathroom” He whispered as he began kissing and nibbling back up my neck to my ear, causing me to let out a low huffy breath. “We love you too” he said as he pulled away, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Groaning at the loss of one of my vampire boyfriends body on mine, I turned to see his face lit up with a devilish smirk.

“Come on, Marks waiting” He informed, deciding I could finish washing markos jacket later. I dried my hands on a dish towel before following Paul up the stairs to my room.

As I entered the room I was met with the sight of Marko drying his hair with the spare towel I had given him earlier.

“Hey baby” He said joyfully with a smile. I chuckled at his joy. Paul had once again wrapped himself around me as he swayed to the rock music on the radio. He would occasionally place kisses along my neck.

Marko soon made his way over to us both. He placed one of his hands on my hips as he brought the other to my cheek to pull me into a passionate kiss.

The feeling of Marko’s lips on mine mixed with the feeling of Paul’s nibbling kisses and occasionally licking my neck made my head spin.

“Boys” I groaned at there attack as I pulled away from Marko for air, leaning my head back.

This only allowed the pair to continue their attack. Marko dove in, attaching his lips to the underside of my jaw.

Paul pulled away giggling. “Aww, look Marko, we have them melting” Paul teased, causing the other boy to pull away with a smile.

“You boys are the worst”. I groaned at the loss of their touch.

“You sure about that sugar?” Paul said as he tilted my chin to pull me into a passionate kiss. Marko trailed his cold hands from my hips up my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips trailing up my chest sent shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a moan into the kiss with paul.

Marko continued his path, his cold hand grabbed my chest with a dark chuckle. “Your heart is beating so fast baby. Do we really get you going that bad?” He said as he lifted my shirt and kissed my hip before he made his way up my stomach. The feeling of his soft breathing on my skin made my stomach muscles tense. It felt like the most heavenly torture.

He pulled away, making me internally groan. “You made them all whiney” Paul cooed in mock sympathy, causing Marko to giggle as he pulled my shirt off.

His nails gently dragged my hips closer to his face the cold tip of his nose hitting just above my hip made my body shiver in anticipation, Markos eye flitted up to mine then to pauls.

Paul's hand trailed up my chest his hand trailed up my chest to my his hands were soft as he moved my head slightly to the side and slowly licked up my neck before I felt the nipping feeling of his teeth dragging along the tender skin below my ear. Marko had pulled away from my hip his fingers digging under the hem of my jeans with a smirk “mmm hey paul do you think they are desperate enough” he rasped to the other vampire “nope” paul replied Marko breathily My room once filled with loud rock music was replaced by my own breathy wines and moans mixed with the raspy teasing giggles of Marko and paul they really did love teasing.

#the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb x reader #tlb x you #tlb marko #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #marko x reader x paul #paul x marko #paul x reader #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys fanfiction #slashers x reader

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whyse7vn · 7 months

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RUMOURS -

[ot7 x reader]

3D OUT NOW!

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: guys be honest am i puppy coded

jin: you are rat coded

tae: no i’m not guys tell him i’m not

jk: cheese

hobi: GUYS DID YOU SEE THE STATEMENT BIGHIT JUST PUT OUT FOR THE Y/N AND YOONGI DATING RUMOURS???????

jimin: the what?

jk: THE WHAT?

tae: arf?

jin: you can’t force the puppy lifestyle

tae: you don’t know anything

guys tell him he knows nothing

jimin: were they not just fighting like???

namjoon: they made a statement about it?

tae: but bighit denied it right?

jk: RIGHT?

hobi: THATS THE CRAZY PART

jimin: no fucking way

jk: STOP LYING

namjoon: but they were literally just in a meeting about it?

like i’m not joking like 10 minutes ago they were in the conference room

they had to deny it no?

jk: RIGHT TELL HIM NAMJOON

namjoon: unless theyre actually together

jk: nO NO

NOT TRUE

TRUST ME

hobi: Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that we as a company do not control relationships our artists may engage in.

This is in relation to the recent rumours concerning BTS SUGA and Y/n.

As this is a matter that concerns our artists personal lives we can not confirm or deny these rumours.

We ask that fans to respect both artists privacy and remind you that our company will spare no effort in providing legal support for our artists if it is needed.

We ask you for your continued love and support for both SUGA and Y/n and and a reminder that fellow BTS member Jungkook releases his solo single “3D” featuring Jack Harlow on September 29th.

IS THIS NOT INSANE

jin: the jungkook plug at the end???

jk: SO ITS NOT TRUE

THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER

namjoon: oh

tae: they could be

jimin: @ y/n @ yoongi wya

are you together? be honest

y/n: hiiiiiiiiiiii

jk: hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

yoongi: hello

jk: kill yourself

tae: babe tell me why you didn’t tell them to deny it

look me in the eyes

tell me the truth baby it’s just you and me

namjoon: we are in a gc

tae: you and me angle

jin: do you mean angel you fucking idiot

tae: baby 🥺

who is this man??

namjoon: i am curious tho

why didn’t you deny?

y/n: no point

tae: the point is we are in love

hobi: ok but are you together?

yoongi: who knows

jimin: obviously you fucking stupid bitch

jin: he wanna be mysterious so bad 😭

jk: this is not true

i won’t accept this

I WONT

namjoon: soooo

yoongi: it’s lowkey true anyways

namjoon: it is?

tae: IT IS???????

jk: NOT

IT IS NOT TRUE

THATS WHAT HES SAYING

yoongi: that is not what i’m saying

jimin: ur officially together?

y/n: we are not

yoongi: yet

y/n: yoongi!!!

yoongi: :3

jin: ew ok i want to throw up

hobi: i can’t stand you guys already

tae: i’m in a wheelchair actually

thanks a lot guys

namjoon: ok

jk: NOT OK

jimin: so scoups wasn’t the one for you then?

or mingyu?

jungkook???

or that san guy

not even minho????

i liked minho

shownu?

OH what about the young one

what was his name again

OH MARK

what happened to mark?

hobi: OMG WHAT ABOUT BAEKHYUN????

tae: YOU FUCKED WITH BAEKHYUN AND NOT ME??

WHEN

TELL ME WHEN

PLEASE DONT TELL ME IT WAS IN THE 2014-2016 TIMELINE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

IT WAS WASN’T IT

OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP

THROWING UP AS I TYPE

BELHHHHHHHH 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮

namjoon: shut the fuck up

y/n: leave me alone

half of that list is a lie anyways

i am not a whore!

jimin: lowkey a lie but ok!

namjoon: jimin

jimin: what???

i still support my queen like yess you go girl catch flights not feelings or whatever the girls are saying these days

jin: y/n how do you not have like stds ?

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you

y/n: CUz IM NOT A WHORE

i don’t just fuck anybody

jimin: lied again cuz wtf is jungkook?

hobi: dead by now

probably

y/n: kook is special don’t be mean

jk: hehe i am >.<

hobi: what did i fuck did i tell you about heheing in this gc

jk: srry

jin: jungkook needs to be like deeply studied like he’s actually not fucking right and it’s scary

i’m scared

like how are you ignoring the fact that the girl you in love with is in your face basically claiming another man

and not just any man literally one of your closet friends

like the fact you can forget all of that after one compliment from her is insane

you are insane

jk: no i’m special tell him y/n

y/n: my special boy <3

jk: HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHDHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

yoongi: we are not close friends btw

y/n: don’t start

yoongi: :3

tae: ok idc can you deny the rumours now

jk: PLEASE

yoongi: no

namjoon: as much as i for what ever you guys have got going on i really think you should deny the rumours

yoongi: no

jk: YEAH

WOOO PUT UR FOOT DOWN JOON

TELL HIM

WOOO WOOO

I LOVE KIM NAMJOON

tae: ???

why are you for what they have going on please pick a fucking side namjoon you cannot be the middle man

namjoon: can you guys shut up for 2

seconds

tae: 1

jungkook say 2

jk: 2

tae: we did

namjoon: you really didn’t

hobi: JUNGKOOK YOU HEHEED AGAIN YOU BETTER STOP ONE MORE TIME AND ILL GET PHYSICAL

jk: i’m sorry 😢

namjoon: anyways as i was saying i think it would be better to deny the the rumours now for y/ns sake she gets enough hate as it is and this will really only add to it

jimin: wait ur kinda right my poor girl :/

tae: i can give her love dw

come into my arms baby

cum 2 me

yoongi: kill yourself

jk: ILL PROTECT YOU Y/N

y/n: means the world jk

jk: AHHHHHHH :DDDDDDDD

yoongi: he’s lame

y/n: don’t

yoongi: :3

y/n: and thank you for ur concern joonie but i’m literally in a dating scandal every other week there’s honestly no point the hate was bound to come anyways

and plus the love out weighs the hate so i’m sosososo good

namjoon: i don’t believe you but ok

hobi: LMAOOOO

sorry not funny

tae: weak ass fucking leader ohmy god

where is ur sense of authority

where is ur dominance?

hobi: stop talking

y/n: we do not want to hear ur furry talk

tae: THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR ALPHA YOUNG LADY

now come here let me scent you

hobi: actually end your life

y/n: please

yoongi: come over

jin: geez buy me dinner first

jimin: fat bitch

jin: im literally gonna put this on twitter and get you cancelled

jimin: noooo not to ur 13 followers my career is done for i’m telling you

hobi: what’s ur eta what’s ur eta

jk: idk et sorry

and also idk who a is either

i’m sorry

hobi: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i said i was sorry

i hope u find them

hobi: i have a gun to ur head in my mind rn

jk: don’t shoot 😂

wrong emoji

*🥲

PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY

jimin: of lice

jin: omg rice sounds so good rn

jimin: i said lice wow ur actually fat

jin: NAMJOON TELL HIM HES BEING PROBLEMATIC

namjoon: jimin ur being problematic

jimin: namjoon tell him he’s being big

namjoon: go away please

tae: ok why have the rumours not been denied

y/n: why are we back to this

yoongi: she wants me that’s why

jk: NO

NO TRUE

ARE YOU HER SPECIAL BOY

YOU ARE NOT

BECAUSE I AM

AND I HAVE PROOF

SO SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: thats cool and all but where are your dating rumours?

jk: SHUT THE HELL UP SHUT THE HELL UPPPPPPPP

y/n: stop being losers

jk: i’m in love with you

yoongi: :3

jin: insanity

tae: yoongi say something for me rq

yoongi: no

tae:

hobi: HELPPPPOO

jimin: LMAO

y/n: PLS

yoongi: ur actually a child and i do not use light mode so this just looks stupid

jin: was still funny with dark mode

yoongi: no it wasn’t

tae: it was

everyone laughed

don’t be mad i made everyone laugh

cuz u know u could NEVER

yoongi: namjoon didn’t laugh

tae: namjoon isn’t even a man

namjoon: ???

jk: i use light mode

jimin: what

jin: omg

hobi: ew

yoongi: as expected

tae: bro

y/n: kookie…

jk: IS THAT BAD OHMYGOD IS IT BAD HOW DO I CHANGE IT?? IS THAT BAD

AM I A BAD PERSON

I AM

I KNOW I AM

I SHOULD BE LOCKED UP

THEY NEED TO LOCK ME UP

PLEASE LOCK ME UP

NO JUST KILL ME

JUST KILL ME AND LET ME ROT

NO TORTURE ME

MAKE SURE IT HURTS REAL BAD

AND THEN LIKE

COOK BAM INFRONT OF ME AND MAKE ME EAT HIM AS I BEG YOU ALL TO STOP AND I START THROWING UP

THEN CHOKE ME UNTIL I CANT BREATE AND WATCH AS THE LIFE SLOWLY LEAVES MY EYES

namjoon: what the fuck

y/n: what did bam do

tae: that’s pretty messed up

jin: are you ok?

jimin: …

yoongi: fucking freak

hobi: woah

jk: punish me

namjoon: clam down

jk: please

y/n: crazy!

jk: kiss me

i know i don’t deserve it but kiss me

yoongi: go away

tae: kiss me

jk: NO

tae: ngl i’m sick of hoseok guys

hobi: what did i do

tae: leave me alone

hobi: i’m literally having sex with ur mother rn

tae: OMG????

PLS NO

namjoon: both of you just shut up please

hobi: you saw how he came for me for no reason and ur telling me to shut up??

are u fr rn…

i feel so betrayed rn

jimin: horny rn

y/n: gross

jimin: come fix it

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jk: DON’T SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT

namjoon: i have a headache

jin: shut the hell up

namjoon left “3D OUT NOW!!”

y/n: wow jin

jk: namjoon :(

jimin: jin wtf did you do

hobi: what the hell seokjin

tae: ofc it was jin

yoongi: big jin L

jin: IT WASN’T MY FALUT

HE WAS WHINING LIKE A BITCH

jk: you should apologise

tae: bully

y/n: poor joonie

jimin: say sorry

hobi: always so mean for no reason

yoongi: 👎🏻

jin: u guys are actually not right in the head leave me alone

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splendidunboyfriendable · 5 months

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hold on (brian quinn x reader)

[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]

Part One: Hold Me Back

Part Two: Hold Me Down

"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.

"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."

"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."

"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked.

...

You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.

Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.

Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.

As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.

He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.

Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.

You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.

...

The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.

"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."

"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"

Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.

"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet.

Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs.

"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.

"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."

Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical.

"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us."

"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."

...

You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this.

You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you.

"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."

"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this.

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose.

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched.

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him.

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water.

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist.

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal.

"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."

"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."

"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."

You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke.

It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away.

You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.

"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."

You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.

"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.

You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down.

"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.

"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."

You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.

The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often.

"You having a good time?" He asked.

"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."

"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.

"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face.

"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped.

Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer

"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"

"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."

Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.

"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."

"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."

When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up.

"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."

"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked.

"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."

"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."

Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side.

"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.

"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."

He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."

#brian quinn x reader #impractical jokers x reader

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keyaho · 2 months

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III. An Interlude To Love

summary: nashae and leati have dinner for valentine's day. rose divider by: firefly graphics

Nashae adjusted the collar of her strapless, off the shoulder, pink knee length dress. The slit up the right leg added an element of sex appeal while her minimal gold jewelry, lay flush against her oiled brown skin. She had done style her hair herself, settling on a half up-half down style with large barrel curls. It was cliche to wear pink on Valentine’s Day, but it was her first being spent with someone. She wanted to go all out if she could. However, Leati had other plans. Bouncing between hotels, she was surprised to see three dozen bouquets of red roses in her hotel room when she arrived. That was last night and he left a note of apology for not being able to pick her up from the airport again.

Tonight had her nervous. The whole time she was getting ready she had been on the phone with her sister, Trinity, and Bianca. Mercedes was busy, but she was being caught up in the group chat. None of them knew she was going out with Leati and she made sure not to give too many details about her date. She just wanted to make sure she looked good. So at the last minute, she switched to a red satin slip dress, the cleavage was a tad low, and her gold jewelry looked better. She swapped out her gold pumps for a pair of black strappy stilettos.

Nashae walked to her hotel windows and looked out at the city of Aspen, Colorado. There were tons of places they could have gone to have some privacy, but Leati had suggested the northern state and she agreed after some convincing. They wouldn’t be able to walk around, but it would be unexpected of them to be in the city, so stepping out for a private dinner would be easy. And because of the more prestigious parts of the city, they would take a walk together.

“Bitch, let me see how you look!”

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Trinity’s voice over the speakers. She had forgotten they were still on the line. Once she was back in the bathroom, she picked up her phone and flipped the camera around so her body was seen in the large mirror.

“Well I’ll be damn,’ Jey snorted. “You look aight, sis.”

“Why are you on the phone,’ Nashae scrunched up her face, ‘girls only!”

There was a collective shout for him to but out. He joked but ended his line. Left with Trinity and Takecia, Jey’s wife.

“The red looks so much better!”

Takecia agreed, but arched her brow slowly. “Girl, who are you going out with?”

Nashae bit her bottom lip on that question and turned her attention to her earrings.

“These hoops are good right?”

“No she didn’t.” Trinity hummed.

“Bitchhhhh…..”

“Manu is in town,’ she lied.

There was some old chemistry between the two after a few weeks together filming for a show. They were close friends after she filmed in New Zealand. They both bonded over their respective Polynesian heritages.

“On Valentines Day?”

Nashae shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do and shouldn’t yall bet getting some?”

“Aht aht aht,’ Trinity laughed, “not to much on us okay. Seriously, you look good. Have fun.”

Nashae talked with them until she got into her car. As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang again. This time it was Leati, who she had been wanting to talk to all day.

“You found some time to call me,’ she teased.

“I wanted to come pick you up, but I like the anticipation when it comes to seeing you sometimes.”

There was a beat of silence before Leati softly laughed.

“I like when you get speechless.”

“I-I’m not, speechless,’ she smiled while speaking.

“I know I’ve been a bit busier, but I’m going to always make time for you when I can.”

“You’re a busy man who’s in high demand. I can mange.”

“It’s not something I want you to get used to. But we can talk about it later,’ he replies.

She hears shuffling on the end of the line and furrows her brows. The car eventually comes to a stop and the call ends. Before she could make a sound of protest, her door is opened. A hand extends for her and she takes it. A surprise sound slips from her lips as she’s pulled into Leati’s arms. His smile infections that she mirrors the expression.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey,’ she says breathlessly. Her nerves were in over drive.

With his arm around her waist, he used his other hand to tip her head back, the street lights bouncing off her lips and the shimmering gloss was too enticing to ignore. Leati dipped his head down and pressed his lips to her gently. He barely touched her and she let out a small whine of annoyance. He flicked her nose and took a huge step back to she could see her. The red made her look sexy, while the softness of her hair drew him in to her pouted lips. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he took her in.

“What?” Nashae looked down at herself. “Does it look bad?”

“I planned to keep my hands to myself tonight.”

Leati kissed her again and found himself lost in the taste of her lips.

“You look…perfect.”

Nashae felt her cheeks getting hot at his words. She was on cloud 9 and their date hand even started yet. Something about his presence made her feel..giddy.

“You clean up really well too.”

He wore all black, his signature color apparently, with a gray dinner jacket. He even had a little black pocket square.

“Just well?”

Nashae shrugged. “You haven’t actually kissed me so…”

Leati looked down and the woman before him. Her hip jutted out to the side and she folded her arms over her chest. It pushed up her cleavage and his eyes dropped right to the swell of her breast. He hasn't done much touching with her and his hands itched to feel her. The last time he dared to, she hopped up from the bed, a nervous and scrambling mess.

He had to take it slow.

“I did kiss you,’ he replied.

“No, that was….it wasn’t a real kiss.”

Leati kissed his teeth but he caved. “I’m sorry, c’mere…”

He reached for her and she gladly stepped into his arms. His lips found hers quickly, her bottom lip was sucked seductively into his mouth. A sound of surprise fell from her lips and he took that as the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She whimpered and pushed at his chest to get some air.

“Happy Valentine's Day, pretty girl.”

The place they were having dinner was jam packed with couples celebrating the holiday. Leati told her where their private area was and had a hostess waiting to escort her. She passed by tables keeping her eyes ahead so as to not draw too much attention. There were a few murmurs, some camera flashes, but nothing she couldn’t handle alone. Her hostess was extremely sweet as well and when she asked nicely for a photo, Nashae couldn’t say no.

Their area was draped in black curtains that prevented anyone from seeing inside. As she stepped through her mouth fell open at the sight before her. The floor was covered in rose petals, there was a large bouquet of long stem red roses on the table, there were tea candles lit and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on ice.

Leati came from the other side with another bouquet of roses in his hands and a fluffy brown teddy bear in the other.

“You went all out tonight,’ she sighed, taking it all in with appreciation.

“This is only the beginning,’ he replied, ‘I plan to wine and dine you as much as possible.”

He said it so matter-of-factually. As if she should already know what he planned to do.

“Careful,’ she walked over to him, ‘you’ll spoil me.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’ll get used to it.” Nashae waved her hand, dismissing the thoughts she had.

Leati could see something was amiss with her. He tipped her head up with a finger beneath her chin. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing,’

“Don’t lie to me, baby,’ he replied softly.

“We can talk about it later, please,’ she added when he arched his brow.

He kissed her then nodded. She took the roses from them and brought them to her nose to smell. She was about to sit down when Leati came up behind her. He placed the bear on the table and held out a black velvet box with the other hand.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and see.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Handing him the roses, she grabbed the box from his hand. Opening the velvet case she just as quickly shut it closed, a giggle falling out of her lips.

“This is so silly,’ she looked over her shoulder at his grin.

Snapping the box back open and pulled the black leather bracelet woven to resemble the teuila flower. Her family home had a garden of them. The ends were dipped in gold and fit together like a regular bracelet for security and hold. She knew the exact collection it was from and the thought of him remembering so trivial about dating culture growing up in their culture. It was the Polynesian kids way of asking someone to be their girlfriend. Her brother’s wives all had them and her sister even had one. It was like wearing their Letterman jacket, but something more permanent.

She took it out of the box and handed it to him along with her right wrist.

“I need to get you one.”

Nashae gushed over the bracelet and Leati watched her in amusement. The genuine smile on her face was because of him and he had every intent to keep it on her face. Tonight was going to be about setting the boundaries of their relationship.

He hoped by the end of the night, the smile on her face was wider and brighter.

Once they were seated, their first course was brought out. Leati preset the menu so their would be minimal interruptions. Nashae looked down at the tray of raw oysters and shrimp. She was a huge sea food lover and this particular restaurant had some of the freshest seafood in the city. R&B slow jams played over the small speaker and she swayed a little in her chair while sipping from her champagne glass.

“What do you want from me,’ he asked abruptly. “I mean, this relationship, what are your thoughts?”

“We both grew up in a culture where I should be asking you that.”

Polynesian men were dominate by nature. They were leaders, taught to lead, and expected to. In every aspect they exuded leadership and to some it might come across as too controlling. As fiercely independent as she was, she wanted take a step back and just feel normal.

“In that case, tell me what you want and I’ll do it my way.”

The courses changed and she was served a plate of butter chicken over rice and a plate of naan was in front of them. The change in cuisine had her wondering if these were some of his favorites. The way he dove into his plate confirmed it. What did she want?

“Um, this year is about to get busy for me. I’m about to release new music, some videos, I have five shows planned, with full production teams and dancers and costumes. I want you to be a part of that journey, supporting me and making us a priority in your life like I plan to.” Before he could reply, she leaned back in her chair. “I want to feel normal in this relationship and I know the level of privacy might be too much to ask for.”

“The privacy isn’t going to be hard. What I want more specifically to know is, are you telling me you’re submissive?”

Goosebumps spread over her arms at his words and she inhaled and exhaled softly. He already knew the answer. He understood what could have led to her staying a virgin for so long.

“Because if you are, then you don’t have to worry about anything with me. Our levels of wealth are different, sure, but I know that doesn’t matter much to you. You appreciate when people do things for you genuinely. But I’m going to admit, I plan on spoiling you rotten. Our relationship is going to be hard because of our work, but any and every time I can spend time with you I plan on it.”

“I want our worlds to mesh,’ she replies, linking her fingers together then closing them in a fist. “We have mutual friends who understand my world, thats a huge blessing, and I think they would help us, especially when you’re on the road.”

“I want you to be comfortable more than anything.”

Another course was brought in and the shared slice of chocolate cake was drizzled in a bourbon smelling caramel. Writing in chocolate around the rim was ‘so…are you my girlfriend now’.

“Yes.”

She pointed to the plate and he laughed.

He picked up his glass and brought it his lips before speaking.

“Getting to know you, all of you, is going to be the highlight of my life.”

♫♫♫♫♫♫

Two weeks had passed since becoming official and though they considered themselves official back in January, it had more meaning now that they vocalized it. It was difficult with their drastically different work schedules, hiding their meet ups, and scheduling time to talk, but they managed to make it work. Once she was done with her studio time, she planned to fly to Florida where he was. Leati didn’t have much time off, but she would get to see him before his red eye flight to the next city. She had told him she could wait until Friday, but he was adamant about seeing her, as he always was. Who was she to deny him?

“You have that whole notebook,’ Gerrie said while watching Nashae fiddle with the sound board. “The songs are recorded, we need to pick tonight to get the dancers ready, the venue is selected, sound guys are ready.”

“I know, I just want this roll out to be perfect.”

“What are you thinking? I need something to send your dance captain so she can at least start practice.”

“Schoolin Life is definitely on the list. I want this to start out as a party, something to get everyone moving.”

Gerrie’s fingers flew across her phone, sending message after message to the awaiting team. Nashae knew after this week with Leati, she would be focused on the first leg of this year long project.

“Add, Run the World and Diva.”

“Woah, woah, woah, those two are easily singles!”

Nashae looked down at the pages of song titles, each of them all recorded and mastered by production, but never before have they been heard and she wanted to pull out all the stops for this. She planned on going ghost, no one knew, for a few years just to spend that time with her family.

“I know, but I want this project to tell a story. Oh! Slide Independent Woman in there as well.”

“We need a ballad or something,’ Gerrie says, ‘this is such a fast paced show.”

“A cover of I’m Every Woman,’ Nashae looked to Gerrie who was staring at her. “Acapella, me and a guitar?”

“We both know you just threw that in there, but we will keep it. One more.”

“No, I want this show super up beat and fun,’ she replies after flipping through her notebook. “Send that list over, get them started.”

“What is the next stage of songs, because they need to flow, Nashae.”

Nasahe wouldn’t admit she was distracted. Leati was texting her and she was….distracted.

“A distraction baby,’ she hums, and Gerrie knows what’s about to happen.

Turning to a blank page, Nashae scribbles down lines of lyrics, while her other hand turns on the sound board and mic. It’s not often she creates and produces from scratch alone, because she likes collaborating, but when the music hit her, she had to get it out then. Gerrie left her alone, taking the list of songs so the team could get started. The show was at the end of March and the music had to be out before then to get some play. However, the team knew Nasahe didn’t care about that. She made the music for her fans. They all knew her fans would wait for her. Curling up in the swivel chair, she pulls the infamous hoodie around her and zips it up.

“I’m writing,’ she sighs into the phone as she picks up Leati’s call.

“About me?”

She giggled on her end of the line. “I’ll let you hear it and you can tell me.”

♫♫♫♫♫♫

“Bitch! This is a banger!”

She called Mercedes and Bianca this time, sending them the song before her producer team could get their hands on it and clean it up.

“Is it?”

Bianca could be seen bouncing around her living room. She always put the face time calls on her phone.

“Release this shit,’ Mercedes added. “Like, yesterday. Has Trin heard it?”

“I sent it to her and Takecia, they are on a double date so I know I will get an ear full when they are done.”

Shutting down the sound board, she steps into the hallway leading towards her living area. She always worked out of her home, but she was ready to leave it for Leati’s. Her bag was already packed and since there was a large enough studio to rehearse in, she planned to fly her team out in two days to get started on rehearsals for her show.

“All praise aside,’ Bianca bounces back into the frame after forcing Montez to dance with her, ‘who is it about? We heard about that date with…Manu.”

She said that like she didn’t believe Nashae went on a date with Manu.

“Someone, that y'all will meet in a few days,’ she admits.

Her and Leati talked extensively the night of their date. As much as they needed to be private, they needed the help of their friends to do so. Keeping the secret from too many people would lead them to slipping up. She wanted her relationship with Leati to be just that, her relationship.

“Oh really? Because if this song is anything, it’s about a man.”

Coming out to their friends meant they could all hang out together and she didn’t have to act like Leati was a stranger. She didn’t have to pretend that he was a friend of a friend. She could kiss him when she wanted to, touch him, be on him.

“Yeah, we have a dinner planned, you all will get to meet him.”

Convincing Leati to have this dinner was the easy part. Even making sure everyone was invited was easy. Telling them should be easy, and she knew they would be supportive, but she was on edge. Leati was going to be by her side, yet, Nashae’s hands would get clammy and sweaty at the thought of telling anyone about them.

“Mmmh, anyway,’ Bianca mused. “When are you releasing this?”

“Tonight.”

True to her word, she planned to drop the song. However, she was waiting on one more opinion. At the airport, Nashae boarded her private plane just as his call came through again. She was always anticipating his number flashing across her screen.

“Hey Leati,’ she greets.

“Yes,’ he says.

“What?”

“I’ll be whatever distraction you want me to be.”

“You like the song?”

“Being able to hear my girls music before everyone else? Especially knowing it’s about me? Of course I like the song.”

“Perfect,’ she pulls out her laptop and opens twitter.

In a single tweet she drops a lyric video of Distraction and posts it to her millions of followers. She logs out, shuts down her computer, and returns her attention to Leati. She doesn’t hear it but on his end, his twitter notification goes off, right when he opens it, he sees her post.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks.

“Yeah. If you didn’t like it I wouldn’t have posted it.”

It was a brand new song with a different sound. This whole era of music was going to be a new sound for her. It was going to be a reflection of her life.

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iblameashley · 10 months

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Shattered

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,847 words Content: Minor warning for mention of panic attack. Mention of PTSD, Anger, Angst.

Follow up to I'm punny and you know it.

Simon ’Ghost’ Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You walk into a war zone of Simon's making. Well, you actually kicked in a door to do it, but that's not the point. The man is not OK, and while you may not be able to help him, you can clean up the mess.

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

It hadn't taken you very long to figure out 'Si' was in the military. Truth be told, you suspected it from the first time you met at the coffee shop. It was during your last appointment with him that it was confirmed. He was wearing a very tight tee and you could make out the outline of dog-tags as the cotton shirt hugged their form. Being respectful of his privacy, however, you said nothing.

You had six appointments under your belt with him over the course of four months. It was during this appointment that he told you he had a 'trip' coming up, and wasn't sure how long it was going to take. You nodded and said you understood. Simon also took the time to explain that the location was 'remote' and he likely wouldn't have much cell reception. “Well...” You pondered, “When you do have service, and if you're free, let me know and I'll send you a joke or a meme.” You offered.

His eyes seemed to soften at the offer, and you could swear there was a smile under his mask. He nodded firmly in agreement, and with that, you had a new contract with him while he was away.

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The first two week were silent, and you went about both your day jobs and your side-gig as a friend-for-hire. You toiled away at paperwork and emails until your eyes burned red from dryness. Late nights turned into early mornings and you periodically checked your phone for a hint of life from Si.

It was nearly half way through week three when your phone dinged at an ungodly hour. You rolled over in bed and were blinded by the light from the screen. “Fuck.” You groan, shutting your eyes quickly. It was from Si.

SI: Have about three hours before I have to go back to work. I was promised jokes and memes.

“Fucking Christ, Si.” You huffed. “Gotta pull a joke out of my ass at..” You glanced at the clock in the upper corner of this cornea-destroying device. “four-forty-seven.”

You head flopped back on the pillow with a 'whump' and you clutched the phone at your chest. You had promised to do this for him, and he was on his 'trip'. It wasn't his fault you forgot time zones existed. So you pursed your lips and thought of a joke through the fogginess of your sleepy mind.

You: Why were the middle ages called the Dark Ages? You: Because there were too many Knights. SI: That's fucking terrible. You: You're welcome.

And that was the start of your on-again, off-again communication with Si as he was on his 'trip.'

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Six weeks in, you got another message from him. This time is was at least at a reasonable hour. The sun had cast the sky bright reds and pinks as it set, and you had been sitting on the balcony of your flat enjoying the cool breeze and downtime. Your workload had shifted and you had more free time. On top of that, one of your Friental clients was on vacation, so you felt like you could really relax.

The dinging and buzzing from your phone caught your attention. It was Si, again.

Si: Hit me. You: Coffee has a really rough time in my house... You: It gets mugged every day. Si: Hah.

Then another message the day after.

Si: Gotta make it quick, you around?

You were. You always were.

You: What did the socks say to the pants? You: Sup, britches. Si: Where the fuck do you get these?

A part of you pictured him laughing boisterously at your bad jokes, but deep down you knew that wasn't the case. He might huff out a low 'hah,' but Si, as far as you knew, was not a loud laughter. It would betray his broody lone-wolf persona. Still, you had a fond memory of the first time you did get a response from him. The light shove of his boot against your back.

And now that you thought about it, he broke the rules. No touching. You wondered if he had realized as well. You shook your head. No matter, the rules were really there for you.

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It was just over two months in when you got a notification from the app that 'Si' had requested another appointment. He had access to your calendar, so you opened it up and clicked accept. He had requested a visit from you in four days.

“Must be back home,” You said to yourself. There was a stupid smile plastered over your face. Si might be a big, quiet, moping tank of a man, but he was easy to handle. You knew what was expected with him, and he was fine with letting you babble at length about any and everything that crossed your mind. He never seemed annoyed or frustrated about your endless chatter. He would simply sit there and look at you with those unassuming brown eyes. He'd nod and grunt and give one word answers every once in a while, to remind you he really was listening. If anything, he took the pressure off you, allowing you to be yourself.

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You were not prepared for what you would find when you arrived at his flat. You stood at the door and knocked. No answer. You looked around the dimly lit hallway of the building and hummed to yourself anxiously.

'Maybe he forgot?' You mused. You foot tapped impatiently on the floor, and you kept shifting your weight from hip to hip. 'No. He wouldn't forget.' You reminded yourself. He was too structured for that. So you knocked again, harder. Still no answer. You knocked so hard the third time you sent spikes of pain up your knuckles.

“Si!” you yelled. “Are you home?” Your voice was raspy and filled with concern.

There was no response, but you did hear movement. Now your heart jumped to your throat. Was he hurt? Could he not respond for some reason? You mind flooded with the worst-case scenarios and you began to panic. Who do you call? Police? Maybe a neighbour would have a number for maintenance or the landlord. Your head shot back and forth, up one end of the hallway and down the other. You stared at the door, and finally your body reacted.

You hand reached for the doorknob and gave it a twist. To your surprise, it wasn't locked, which was unusual in itself. You couldn't imagine Si as comfortable enough to leave the door unlatched. But as you pushed it open, it caught on the chain of the upper lock and the door can to an abrupt halt. “Si?” you called in.

There was a grumbling, but no real response. “Fuck it.” You blurted out. You took a step back, sucked in a deep breath and aimed at the door. In one sharp movement, your foot connected with the door and snapped the chain from the frame. The swung open and crashed into the wall with a loud thud. You entered the flat timidly, and closed the door behind you.

Sitting at the kitchen table was Si, head in his hands and starting at the table, hunched over in a heap. You forgot how big this man was, even in this state. He was mask-less. You walked in and averted your gaze, you searched the flat frantically for his mask. It was then that you took in the disastrous state of the flat. There was garbage lying all over the place, dirty and broken dishes and even some furniture overturned and stung along the floor. Si had been home for a bit longer than you had assume, and it was not a good homecoming.

You located his mask frantically flung over the couch and you snatched it up quickly. You walked over to Si and shoved the mask under his face. “Put it on.” You remarked. “Please?” Your eyes were locked on the ceiling. He even managed to stain that.

You felt him pull the mask from your hand by the strap and you waited a few seconds before you dared to peek. He was masked, now.

Simon's face – well, his brows and eyes – were red and puffy, but he hadn't appeared to have been crying. His hair was a complete mess and his bloodshot eyes glared at you with emptiness, like he hadn't actually accepted you were here. “Better?” He asked in the most deadpanned tone you'd had heard from him.

“You look like shit, Si.” You declared before rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “Are you OK?” you muttered, knowing you were about to get the most useless of responses.

“No. Clearly, not.” he commented.

You took another look around the flat and noted all the work that had to be done. You gave an apathetic shrug and tip-toed over to the hallway closet to retrieve cleaning supplies. Carefully manoeuvring around the broken glass and ceramic that littered the floor like a mine-field. Something had set him off, an anxiety or panic attack maybe? PTSD? Didn't really matter to you, he couldn't stay like this. And since he wasn't going to offer up his feeling – his heart – for you one a plate, not that he had any left, you figured you could at least clean his home.

You started with the floors; sweeping up the fragments and remains of glassware and plates . You swept around his feet and took a bit of comfort that he was still wearing his boots. Under the table, around the fridge, and you double checked the base boards around the counter until you had a pile of his shattered property in a mound in his kitchen. Carefully you swept it into the dust-pan and placed it in a refuse bag before tossing it in one of his bins.

“What are you doing?” Simon finally remarked.

“Seems like you had a rough trip.” You declared. “I'm guessing you don't want to talk about, and that's fine. Its in our rules, after all.” You turned and beamed him a warm smile.

“You really care about my stupid rules at a time like this?” His voice was low and laced with annoyance and confusion.

“Its... kind of the foundation of our relationship, no?” You laughed. You balanced your chin on your hands, which were tenderly placed on the tip of the broom, and you wobbled it back and forth. “Something happened, and I'm not going to ask. But!” You explained. “I am going to get this place back in order because you don't live like this, and I'm not going to let you start. Isn't that what friends are for?” You shot him a wink.

“I pay you to be my friend.” The words carried an air of embarrassment and shame. Your heart ached at the sound.

You let out a frustrated breath and put the broom to the side. You turned your attention to the remaining dishes in the sink. The water rushed into the basin, splashing and bubbling as it embraced the dirty plated and utensils.

You reached into the got water and began scrubbing. The water sloshing and burbling under the movement of your hands. “I'd do it for free.” You finally admitted. You couldn't turn to look at him at first. The stack of wet, but clean dishes began to pile up in the other basin, and you could hear your heart in your ears. Feel your pulse beating, drumming, in every vein and artery.

“What?” He finally asked.

“I'd be your friend for free.” You nodded sharply at the wall in front of you. You bit at your lower lip, afraid you were breaking the rules of your contract. 'Was this too much? Too far?' you asked yourself as the silent moment moved forward.

“...why?” Simon finally choked out.

Your hands fell back into the sink, and your grip on the cutlery loosened. Your head dropped as you thought about your answer, knowing you were treading on thin ice. At least, you thought you were.

You cocked your head to the side to look at him. He was sitting at the table still, staring into the empty space between you two. His jaw worked tightly under his jaw as he ground at his teeth. You wondered if you had pissed him off, truly pissed him off.

“I... like you?” You whispered.

He snorted and shook his head. “That's the best fuckin' joke you've told yet, mate.”

You didn't really know how to respond to him. He was finally painting a picture of his self worth for you to view, and did it in so few words. Your heart sank deep into your belly as it dawn on you just how isolated his really must have been. Must be. “I mean it, Si. I'd be happy to just be your friend.”

His head dropped back down to the table. You finished the last of the forks and plopped them into the clean basin, dried your hands and pulled out your phone.

You opened up your messages and began typing.

You: What kind of music do windmills like? You: They're Metal fans.

His phone buzzed across the table and a moment later there was a gruff, hoarse chuckle. “Go fuck yourself.” He mumbled.

You: Why do Ghosts love elevators? You: Because they lift their spirits.

“Fuckin' hell.” He shook his head back and forth on the table. “I'm trying to be miserable here, can you fuck off?” You smiled at the disingenuous tone of his remark.

“Can't do it.” You shook your head and took a seat at the table.

“I won't push you to tell me whats going on, but...” You looked around at all the work still left to be done. “Can you give me something? Something to explain this?” You said waving your hands around the flat.

Simon just stared at you blankly.

“Mission go wrong?” You asked. Your words pushing at a boundary you weren't sure you had the right to touch.

His eyes widened as he took in the words that wormed their way to his brain.

“Mission? I was on a-”

You held up a hand and cut him off. Your heart was hurting at seeing this man in such a state. You didn't pity him by any means, but you wanted to reach out and let him know he could unload his burdens on you, even just a little.

“Dont.” You said curtly. “I've seen your tags.” Your fingers tapped at the table.

Simon rubbed at his eyes and let out a growl. He was most definitely annoyed with your line of questioning, but he also lacked the energy to put up a fight. He had spent the last several days having a tantrum, raging and destroying the remnants of his non-military life and wishing to sink the last of his soul into his persona. A persona he hadn't told you about.

But here you sat, staring at him with caring, concerned eyes and he couldn't understand why. He had never given you anything from this arrangement, it was entirely selfish on his part. But here you sat, your lips pursed and your fingers anxiously tapping the table.

“I failed.” He choked out. The words biting at his throat as his admission jumped from his lips. “I failed, and I got reprimanded.”

You nodded your head delicately. “Did you lose someone?” You asked.

Simon shook his head, but said nothing.

“Then it wasn't a complete failure, was it?” A smiled pulled at the corner of your lips.

Simon' hands fell to the table and he looked at you with shock. His masked puffed in and out as he breathed heavily into it.

“That's not the point.” He grunted.

You shrugged hard and stared at him. “Well... it is to me.” You fired back, a little more confrontational than you had intended. “You didn't lose anyone, and you came back home. Maybe its not a mission success, but its not a failure.”

Simon felt a crack in his armour at your comment. Like you had aimed perfectly at his heart and fired. It didn't shatter, he was too strong for that, but the impact of your words did damage. Damage he couldn't have prepared himself for. Someone cared that he came back. No one cared if he came back. He furrowed his brow, angry that your shot at him landed, but he couldn't bring himself to be truly mad at you. A piece of him lit up inside.

“Will you stay for dinner?” He finally asked.

You looked around at the kitchen and the few remaining dishes.

“We can order take away,” you chuckled. “My treat.”

Simon looked at you.

“My treat.” You reaffirmed.

Simon just nodded.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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I would love to see a college!Matt Murdock where he works out at the campus gym. The f!reader has English class with him, they talk in passing about notes. Reader works part time at the gym. While putting towels away, reader accidentally walks in on Matt showering, but decides to watch him a bit, staying quiet. Ashamed, reader avoids him. The next night at the gym, reader watches him but he catches her and scolds her for spying, but teases for enjoying the view. They end up having sex in the shower.

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college!Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

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warnings || 18+ only. explicit sexual content. minors dni

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You worked part-time at the campus gym as a cleaner; primarily in charge of cleaning the bathrooms and restocking towels. It was pretty boring work, but it paid considerably well.

More often than not, you’d see your classmate, Matt from your English class. Exchanging in friendly conversation before you both resume your own things.

Coming up to the end of your shift, finishing up by the lockers, you make your way over to the showers to restock the cabinets with clean towels. Turning up the music in your earphones, blissfully unaware of the occupied space. Noticing the steam from the other end of the shower room, you rip the earphones from your ears to check for running water.

Eyes darting around anxiously, you zone in on Matt’s familiar running shoes that were resting on the nearby bench. Hiding behind the lockers, peeking your head around to look at him from afar. Watching the way the water ran down his firm torso, trickling off him with every movement.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you just couldn’t seem to pull your eyes away. If truth be told, you’ve always had a thing for Matt, whenever you’d interact, it just made you swoon more and this didn’t help with your crush.

Watching the way chest and arms would flex as he washed, trailing your eyes down before immediately snapping away. You felt awful enough for spying on him in the showers, let alone looking at his privates too.

Throwing the towels in their spaces, you run out, darting in between people to make your way to the staff room. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you clock out.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have English class today, you already felt guilty enough for watching him last night and the last thing you wanted was to come face to face with him.

Clocking in for your shift, doing your usual rounds of cleaning and organising, until you spot Matt on the treadmill in the far corner. Discreetly turning away to avoid being noticed. Continuing the majority of your shift in the laundry room, preparing for your restocking rounds.

This time you walked into the shower rooms without your music, wanting to be fully aware, not prepared to repeat the events of last night. Neatly placing the towels in their spaces, you turn around and see Matt in the back corner, sitting on a bench with a towel around his bottom half.

“I’m so sorry.” You gush, slapping your hands over your eyes. “I thought it was empty, I’m really sorry.” Backing out, stumbling into a locker on the way out.

“That didn’t stop you last night.” He says with a wry grin.

“Uh- I, what? No.” You stammer, mentally incapable of thinking of actual words.

“I’m just teasing.” He lightly chuckles, standing up from the bench.

You turn your face away, showing him the respect of privacy, much unlike last night.

“I’m about to shower, you gonna watch again or?” He smirks. “If you’re gonna spy, don’t make it so obvious this time, yeah?” He jokes, stepping into the shower.

“I wasn’t-“ you lie. “I was just in here to put the towels away.”

“Oh, yeah?” He laughs, flicking the water on. “Yet… you’re still here.”

“Right, yes, I’m sorry. One minute, I just need to put these away.” Rushing over to the other cabinet to stock with towels.

“Im gonna need a towel.” He says, shaking his head under the flowing water.

“It’s here on the hook.” Closing your eyes.

“Pass it here? I got something in my eye.” Reaching his hand out the shower door.

Placing it in his hand, he grins at you. ‘Accidentally’ brushing his wet hands over your arm. “I don’t actually need it.” He softly laughs.

“Now your arm is wet… you might as well come in.” Sliding the door to offer.

“I’m working.” Turning around with flush cheeks.

“I didn’t ask if you were busy… I was offering if you wanted to join.”

Stuttering for words.

“I won’t tell your boss… you know you want to.” He teases, grinning wider as he taps on the glass.

Everything was telling you yes. Giving in to your thoughts, you walk over to the main door, locking it before returning to the showers. Stripping from your clothes, dropping them on the bench before you step in. Closing the door behind you, standing mere centimetres away from him.

He teasingly strokes his fingers down your arm, leaving behind a trail of prickly goosebumps. His other hand cups your jaw, gently holding it and slowly bringing your face towards his.

Whispering against your lips. “No need to be nervous.” Lingering a kiss to your lips. Trailing your hands up to his face, holding either side, as he holds yours. Lips meshing and working together.

His hands roam your body, gripping and sliding along your dampened skin, pushing you against the wall as the make-out grows heavy. Panting against your parted lips as he kneads into your breasts, working his fingers into the doughy tissue.

He begins trailing kisses along your jaw, tilting your head to gain him better access. Nibbling and sucking along the delicate flesh.

“Is this okay?” He respectfully asks, his fingers roaming over your pubic bone.

Nodding your head eagerly, you reply in an accidental whine. He grins against your neck, grazing his fingertip through your folds, slowly curling over your clit.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks pleadingly, littering your jaw with sloppy kisses.

“Yes.” You instantly blurt, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slide to your waist, gently gripping it as you do a little jump to help him lift you up.

Tucking your legs just over his hips, pulling him in closer. He rests your back against the tile, adjusting you in his arms so he could give himself a few strokes. “You sure this is okay?” He confirms, sweetly kissing along your collarbone.

“I’m sure.” You desperately reply, brushing back the wet strands of hair coating his forehead.

Shuffling you up against the slick surface, aligning his tip to you. Sliding through your lips to then gently push in. Sinking up into you and lowering you down, moulding around him perfectly as he filled you.

His head falls into the nape of your neck, softly panting against your skin as he slowly moves your hips over him. Sucking him back in with every half re-entry, completely engulfing him.

Trailing your fingers along the back of his neck, grazing them over his shoulders and digging your fingertips in. Gripping him for support as he slides you up the tiles, sloppily poking into you. He tilts your chin up to litter your damp neck in open-mouth kisses, his teeth grazing against your skin with every gentle bounce.

Slowly fucking up into you and hitting all the spots you need, the upper side of his cock perfectly massaging inside of you.

“Shush shush, you’re gonna get us caught.” He whispers, lingering a kiss against your lips.

If truth be told, you completely forgot about the possibility of being caught, everything he was doing to you made it so difficult to be quiet. As if he was so in tune with what you needed or wanted like he was so attentive to everything that could get you off.

Both desperately panting in the steamy confined space as he picks up pace, jutting up into you at just the speed you needed to send you over.

Tightening around him as your climax builds, growing impossibly higher until you finally let go. Shuddering and fluttering around him as he draws out your release, slowly working you through it.

He places a quick couple kisses under your ear before he eases himself from you, lowering you to the floor and supporting you upright as he firmly tugs himself. Rapidly stroking over his head as ropes of cum spill onto your lower stomach, softly whimpering as he does so.

“Sorry.” He panted, cupping his hands under the water. “Got carried away.” He jokes, washing your stomach.

“It’s okay.” You blissfully chuckle, reaching up to kiss him sweetly.

“You should’ve spied on me ages ago.” He grins, tilting his head back to catch the running water.

“Mhm.” Playfully smacking his arm. “For that, I’m gonna go.” You smirk.

“For that I’m gonna change gyms.” He retaliates, grinning wide.

“Shut up.” You laugh, straining your hair. “I do actually need to clock out.” You announce, pushing his hair out of the way.

“What time do you get off tomorrow?” He asks.

“Eleven.”

“I’ll need another towel tomorrow at that time.” Grinning as he slides the door open for you. “Maybe bring an extra one.”

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Why afrolatino Jason Todd works,an analysis by an irl afrolatina and thee Jason expert

His personality is EXTREMELY realistic for a black or latino and especially both man.He's cocky asf,a (multiple time!) mama's boy but mouths off to his dad with no hesitant and for fun even,respects women by seeing the female characters as either equals or above him,roughouses with his brothers,a big ass nerd since childhood and acts tough and invulnerable for the sake of looking cool but his heart's as big as his tits and a lot of his lines are so sappy in a poetic way i feel the need to avert my eyes when i see them to give him privacy

His pre-reboot Robin self reminds me of SEVERAL canon young black boy characters(Miles Morales,Oscar Pine,Zak Saturday and possibly more)

Duke is his favorite brother despite knowing him YEARS less than the other Batboys.Do i even need to say anything on this one

Every single woman he's been attracted to have been woc,those being Rose(half cambodian),Artemis(egyptian)and Dana(black).He dosen't like white girls <3

Further proof?He had KORIAND'R HERSELF throwing herself at him but showed active disenterest.For context:We're talking about post taking away her black-coding

Him growing up poor can be explained by being a second/third gen inmigrant making finding jobs hard for his family and to this day i remember when my history teacher called us 'a poor country' because of how much damage colonizers did here.Let me have this

The Joker killing him at 15 and him getting victim blamed and a bad rep despite what a good kid he was gains a new light if it's because he was a black child and so does him becoming Red Hood because of it.Also.Red HOOD.C'mon

The artist for Red Hood:Outlaws said he headcanons him as latino because he is and an iconic event a few years back was John Boyega clowning a racist on twitter by saying he wants to play Jason.Here's how the stars can align

African-American parents commonly give their kids greek names and the original Jason was a greek mythos hero!!

Let's be deeply serious,Jason would not have even HALF the gross fans he does if he was black.You think fanon onlys would be riding that hard for an afrolatino man seeking vengeance for himself with gray morality?They'd act like he's worse than Slade and the Joker combined and call him ugly nonstop💀Comics readers would have him all to ourselves with no weirdos getting their hands on him

Canonically almost entierly uniterested in casual relathionships,smoking or drinking so there's some stereotypes off the table

Selina,Babs and Kory have green eyes.They're all black in one way or another.Jason has green eyes.You understand

He's a classical literature nerd and latino lit is some of the best there is

Bombshells him is a spaniard and that's exactly the kind of move DC would pull with an actual latino character(the run released post the hc for him becoming popular)

Legoverse and webtoons made him a gamer.Hashtag cringefail black gamer dude realness

Something something the soft uwu black boy Robin is actually kid him and not Duke

Giving him a fridge ass build and a buzzcut in Gotham Knights was DC stereotyping(/BIG JOKE,PLEASE THERE'S ACTUAL REASONS IT'S SHIT)

Five words:Dominican horror folklore based tactics

Talia and his' mother-son relathionship is made all the more heartwarming and sad

Stephanie and i are the same person so she's black like me by extension and she's the only Batfam girl he really gets along with and imo this would also include Nell and Tiffany if the writers weren't fuckasses and went through with their actual good stories

Look up Aubrey Joseph vids.There's no better fancast for him out there not in looks but in personality

Trivia finale:His birthday is the same date as Dominican Restoration Day,red represents blood on our country's flag,at our schools we sell mini packets of neapolitan cream with mini spoons to eat them and his Lego movie is called 'Family Matters'

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hi Hi!! Can I request the dorm leaders reaction to a s/o that gives kisses on the cheek as a way of saying thank you? They do it to random people as well!

Hello, thank you for the ask! I've been really busy, so I'm sorry I'm replying super late ;-;

Dorm leaders get a kiss on the cheek by their s/o

Riddle

If you do it in public, expect him to go red and almost push you off (he would succeed if he wasn't already frozen by your action)

"H-hey not here!" he would say, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to get you off of him.

Riddle likes it, he likes getting kisses because he's so touch-starved, but he has a reputation to uphold! That of a strict dorm leader, and if you kiss him and make him into a melting puddle, he can't do that!

if you kiss him privacy however, he'll still blush but he won't stop you. He might even give you a kiss in return.

It's really cute, but plan your actions wisely!

Leona

He doesn't care if you kiss him in public or when the two of you are alone. He'll just respect your decision and deep inside, he likes getting the attention

"Herbivore, you're only gonna kiss one half? The other side's lonely too," he would joke, and you would have to kiss him on the other cheek too haha

He's probably a bit shocked on the inside. The women and men he's used to are much harsher and scarier than the soft s/o he has. So of course, he's blushing slightly

He won't necessarily kiss you back, but he might let you stay with him for a bit longer than originally planned. It's his way of saying thank you haha.

He's a tsundere, so he won't completely admit that he really likes you kissing him, but you can see it in his eyes.

Azul

If you kiss him in public, it's basically the same as Riddle but he's panicking more than acting angry.

"Y-y/n, not h-here, everyone's looking," he would whisper, trying to fix his glasses while Floyd and Jade try to hide their laughs.

Azul likes it, too much to be honest. He's probably the most touch-starved if excluding Malleus, so he'll latch onto you if you guys are alone together.

Speaking of which, he'll kiss you on the cheek back in both public and private, but he might sneak one on your lips if the two of you are alone.

Overall, if you want a really clingy octopus, kiss him on the cheek. Expect a flustered mess but it might be worth it

Kalim

He's probably the most chill with you kissing him on the cheek haha.

"Aww, thank you! Let me give you one in return!" he would then hug you tightly and peck you on the cheek as well.

He's someone that's completely alright with pda, so the two of you might kiss each other on the cheek as a form of "hello" instead of using words haha. Not only that, but he tries to sneak kisses himself too.

If in privacy, he's the same. Just a very wholesome young man haha. I can imagine him trying to kiss you while flying on the carpet with you but then almost losing balance (giving the two of you a heart attack haha).

Either way, he really likes it, so be confident and give him more kisses!

Vil

He won't hate it, but he will warn you to not do it in public because paparazzi is an issue.

"Darling, I know you love me, but can this wait until we are out of watching eyes?" he would whisper to you before returning to a proper posture.

He's someone that has a public image, but in privacy he's just himself. If you kiss him then, he'll smile and kiss you on the lips and head instead.

He's super sweet, but also very smooth. You'll be the one left as a blushing mess and he'll be smirking at you. He might tease you a bit too just to see you squirm more.

Overall, he's very suave, but be sure to remember that you're partner is a super famous actor and model!

Idia

If you thought Riddle being frozen was a lot, be prepared for Idia to basically shut down if you kiss him in public.

"A-ah, y/n! W-w-what are y-you d-d...doing?!!" his hair will flare into red and he'll bury his face in his hands. He might run away from you too haha, only to text you soon after to find him in a more secluded place because of how embarrassed he is.

You can tease him really easily, and whenever you kiss him on the cheek he can't help but love how sweet you are. He's not used to having so much kindness, so he loves it.

If you guys are alone, I can imagine him also being a super shy kind of a guy, but he might shyly kiss your cheek too. It's super cute!

Idia's really soft, and he likes soft things though he might not seem like it. Moments like this really make his heart go wild.

Malleus

He likes it! It doesn't matter if it's public or private, either way he's smiling at you softly.

"Child of man, what a cute gesture," he would comment and kiss you on the cheek as well.

He might find ways to sneak a kiss on you and surprise you instead. He likes seeing you in a blushing mess!

He's super touch-starved, so though he shows nonchalance to what you do, he's melting in the inside. He really likes it when you're soft to him ;-;

If he sneaks a kiss on you, kiss him back! It'll make him blush (which is very rare, at least from what Lilia has told you haha).

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: Bloodlust 🔞 2

In which Jungkook really doesn't know what to do with you yet.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, human!Reader, strangers/Enemies to lovers, jk kind of a dick at first sorry, sexual tension, corruption kink, size & strength kink, blood drinking, biting, more TBA in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: JK is still an ass, sexual thoughts?, I don't know either

Chapter length: mid

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"Remind me again why the fuck you're here?" Jungkook asks, as he sits up in the hospital bed, while you carefully put some clothes of his from his overnight bag onto the bed next to you.

"Because Taehyung had asked me to bring you clothes!" You chirp, putting the bag close to him. "I didn't pack it though, Tae did- so if anything is wrong, it's his fault." You smile, making him roll his eyes before reaching for his clothes.

"Why didn't he do it himself?" He mumbles to himself more or less, getting up to pull up some underwear, before he rids himself of the hospital gown, your reaction to this one of shock, as you instantly turn around. "What? Never seen a guy naked?" He raises a brow, actually a little amused.

"No- I mean yes! Of course I have, huh, Just-" You stammer, still turned around. "-I'm respecting your privacy!" You argue, a slight half-lie. Mostly, you've been sporting a slight crush on your neighbor for a while now- and the prospect of seeing him naked definitely wasn't on your agenda yet.

"Huh." He just huffs out, pulling the shirt over his head before he puts his pants on. "Still think you're a virgin." He shrugs, maybe jokes? You're not sure, and you can't think about it for long when a nurse comes in to give him two packages- the red 'Approved for consumption' stamp telling you what you need to know about what's inside. "Anyways, is he at least picking me up?" He asks you, and you nod, before swaying a bit back and forth on your heels.

"But.." You start, unsure how to phrase it. "..he said you might have to wait a little?" You say, and his eyes narrow at you.

"Wait for how long?" He darkly questions, walking closer to you.

"A little bit?" You shrink in on yourself. You technically aren't scared, at all- you're in a hospital after all, he can't hurt you here. It's something else you're not sure of- something you've not really felt before, with anybody.

"Spit it out princess." He threatens, no humor nor affection in the petname spoken.

"Until the end of his shift.?" You squeak out quietly, and his eyes widen.

"Is he fucking serious?!" He barks, making you flinch. "That's in what-" He looks around for a clock. "-Four fucking hours!?" He scoffs, angrily stuffing the packages blood bags in his backpack you brought, before walking right out the hospital room.

You don't really know what else to do, so you run after him like a lost dog, having been given the task to 'keep an eye on him' by Taehyung when he'd asked you to bring the Vampire his clothing. Taehyung and you have a deep friendship together- after almost being killed, he'd helped you in your recovery, and during that time, you've both become close friends. While Taehyung, as a fellow vampire, did sometimes avoid you, especially during his feeding-frenzies that every Vampire goes through every few months, he otherwise had no issue ever with the scent of your human blood running through your veins. He's a surprisingly well-mannered young man for having been infected with vampirism only six years ago, his self-control something admirable even for old and experienced members of the community.

It's an odd friendship, but then again, nothing about your life has ever been 'normal'.

"Have you fucking imprinted on me, or what do you want?" He groans as he leaves the hospital, having noticed you right behind him the entire time. It's hard not to- your scent and the sound of your beating hard is really annoying the living shit out of him, considering the fact that he's hungry and can't feed for another four hours until he's inside his own apartment.

"Tae has told me to keep an eye on you." You say, keeping a bit of distance to him.

"Well I 'm not a fucking newborn like he is, so he can fuck off." He scoffs, searching in his bag for his wallet- just to find nothing. He sighs, loudly so, especially when you walk closer.

"So I guess.. you don't wanna at least get something to eat while you wait?" You tease a bit, and he pushes his tongue against his cheek in irritation, before turning around to look at you.

There's a moment of silence between you both before he moves again, throwing his backpack onto his back. You're really way too innocent to be around him or any vampire for that matter, and in a way, he wants to just try and keep you as far away from him as possible- but he also kind of wants to fuck you stupid until you drool with no thoughts left in your head but him. He doesn't really know which scenario he prefers yet.

Maybe he will aim for both- fuck you first and make you hate him later, for your own good.

"Lead the way then, princess." He says with a faked sweet-tone to his voice, making you blush involuntarily even though you know he doesn't mean it- and he can't help but be amused. The positions have switched, now he's following you- but he doesn't mind at all. The view is great, after all- especially when a gust of wind blows up your skirt and gives him some insights he wasn't really prepared to see yet. "Babypink and lace-rimmed, hm?" He teases from behind, making you turn with a red face before you walk a bit faster, hands holding the hem down now. All while he laughs a bit to himself, genuinely charmed by your attitude.

Maybe he'll keep you around for a bit. His mom always taught him to never play with his food-

But you seem really fun to play with.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #vampire jungkook imagine #vampire imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook imagine

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francesminos-tt · 4 months

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Jace is an alpha who loves getting his hole knotted by other alphas. Cregan is happy to serve.

“How do you find Winterfell, my prince?” Lord Cregan Stark asked the young alpha in front of him, his booming voice almost drowned out by the howling wind.

“Unique.” Jacaerys replied, his soft brown eyes sparkling with appreciation, “I have never seen snow in my life. Everything is so different here in the North.”

He could be smiling, Cregan thought, but the lower half of Jacaerys’s face was buried in a high collar, hiding the prince’s handsome face in the soft fur. There was no way of telling if the prince was smiling or not.

“Not many royalties visited my humble castle,” Cregan said, “as far as I know, you are the first Targaryen since Queen Alyssanne who sets his foot on Northern soil.”

“I will take that as a compliment then, Lord Stark.” Jacaerys turned his eyes away from the breathtaking view of snow-covered mountains and dense forest to look at the young lord.

Now Cregan was almost sure the prince was smiling, because of the small wrinkles on the corner of his eyes. There was frost on Jacaerys’s lashes, pure white flakes a sharp contrast to the prince’s dark lashes, like delicate crystals embroidered on fine silk.

“Please, just Cregan.” Cregan said, trying his best not to reach out and wipe the snowflakes off Jacaerys’s lashes, “There are enough people calling me lord. I would like us to be friends more than allies. If that pleases my prince, of course.”

“Only if you call me by my name too, Cregan.” Jacaerys replied goodheartedly, “Jacaerys, or Jace, as how my brothers call me.”

“Well, Jace,” Cregan decided to test his luck, “How about a hunting trip in the snow? Our lands may be barren, but the dense woods are full of wild games to hunt. It is a Northern custom to treat its guests to a hunting trip and share the catch.”

“I would like that very much,” Jacaerys said, this time truly smiling as he lowered the collar to expose his entire face, “Cregan.”

Cregan felt his skin tingle at the prince’s voice. Jacaerys was not like any alpha he had met before. The dragon prince was regal, handsome, polite, sophisticated, respectful and very, very charming. He was not like a typical snobbish royal prince, or an ignorant Southern lord. He might not be as wild and physically big like an alpha from the North, but Cregan had no doubt that he was just as brave and fearless as any of the Northern heroes. In fact, Cregan had never been so intrigued by anyone, let alone a fellow alpha, but Jacaerys was just different. Legend had it that Targaryens were closer to god than men. Cregan never believed the saying until now.

Perhaps Jacaerys was indeed sent by a divinity to brighten up the gloomy days of the North by his dragon fire. There was no other explanation why Cregan was so intrigued by a fellow alpha that his gums would tingle whenever he laid eyes on Jacaerys. Was it normal to want to mark a fellow alpha? Did Jacaerys notice Cregan’s wild pheromones? If the prince did, he never showed, leaving Cregan even more anxious and unsettled.

How was he supposed to remain calm in front of such an intriguing creature?

The trip to the woods was a short one, but the biting cold and bone-chilling wind making it feel like a lifetime, especially for Jacaerys.

“I hope when you said there were many wild games in the woods, you meant real animals, not this beastlike weather.” Jacaerys half joked as they rode into the woods, his breath forming a white fog around his mouth.

“You will get used to it soon enough.” Cregan chuckled, looking way more composed than the prince. There was supposed to be an entire entourage accompanying them, but they rode too fast, leaving other knights and squires far behind. Neither of them seemed to mind, appreciating the rare privacy instead.

“What are we hunting, Cregan? Rabbits?” Jacaerys jumped off his steed and looked around at the snow covered land. He had a bow in his gloved hand, a set of arrows on his back, and a long sword dangling from his belt. He was wrapped in the warmest fur cloak Winterfell had to offer, soft brown curls kissed his pink cheek and lips, and his eyes were full of life and curiosity.

“Oh, no, my prince.” Cregan caught a glimpse of something moving in his peripheral vision, “We prefer something bigger.”

Cregan urged his horse to go in the direction of the target, while drawing his bow and released a decisive arrow. He released three more arrows before the moving target fell to the ground, twitching in pain. It was a stag, young and inexperienced, having no idea what fate awaited it by getting too close to humans. By the time Jacaerys arrived on his own horse, Cregan had already slit the stag’s throat to end its misery. Warm blood stained the snow crimson, so fresh out of the animal body that a thin layer of steam rose from the pool of blood. Jacaerys could smell the unique stink of animal blood, mixed with another wild scent, metallic, scorching, bitter, like standing next to an iron forge. Jacaerys inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of blood and Cregan’s alpha pheromones. He always liked alpha pheromones more than those of omegas. The harshness, possessiveness, and competitiveness always made his entire body sing with excitement, and the Lord of Wintetfell was certainly among the top alpha pheromones Jacaerys had ever sensed.

“It’s a big stag.” Jacaerys commented, crouching down to observe the carcass.

“I told you, we prefer bigger games in the North.” Cregan said proudly, wiping off the blood from his face.

“Everything is bigger in the North, I am sure.” Jacaerys joked, “I’ve never seen such a large stag.”

For some reason, Cregan thought the prince was not talking about the dead animal. Cregan showed Jacaerys how to skin an animal before moving on to their next target. Jacaerys was a quicker learner. What he lacked in strength and build, he made up with agility and amazing reflexes. He was also very good at following targets that moved very fast, an ability Cregan himself lacked. By nightfall, they had scored half a dozen games, stags, snow rabbits, foxes, even a direwolf, but they failed to catch the magical creature.

“Shall we head back?” Jacaerys asked as their surroundings had turned too dark to continue hunting.

“There is a place I want to show you.” Cregan said, his dark eyes shining with anticipation.

“Okay.” Jacaerys nodded, “Lead the way then, my lord.”

“You are not worried that it might be a trap? I could tear your throat and blame it on a direwolf.”

“No.” Jacaerys’s answer came quicker than Cregan expected, without a second of hesitation, “In fact, I am not worried at all.”

“May I ask why?”

“I believe in you and your house’s honor, Cregan Stark.” Jacaerys replied, his lips curling up into a confident smile, “Am I wrong?”

“You are wiser than your age, Prince Jacaerys.” Cregan laughed, urging his horse to go further into the woods, “Follow me, please. I promise you won't be disappointed.”

Cregan certainly held true to his words. A short ride into the woods and they arrived at a natural hot spring, tucked snuggly behind a tall tree. The canopy was so thick that it was impossible to notice the hot spring, even with all the steam. Jacaerys’s eyes widened in surprise, as he took in the beautiful view, white snow, starry sky, a handful of pebbles scattered around the hot spring, and the steamy hot spring itself.

“A hot spring! Who could have guessed!” Jacaerys exclaimed, jumping off his horse and making a dash to the pond.

“I hope you like it. A nice soak will relax the sore muscles after a hunt.” Cregan suggested. It was the first time that Jacaerys lost composure before him, acting more like the prince’s age, and Cregan liked it very much.

“Are you kidding? I love hot springs.” Jacaerys had already taken off his cloak and jacket, now only in a simple shirt, “I’ve never soaked in a hot spring surrounded by nature before. It’s just brilliant!”

“And I was worried that a humble hot spring might not be enough to impress you.” Cregan walked to the prince as he began to take off his own clothes, “I am sure you have seen it all. I’ve heard that the pleasure gardens in Lys offer the most extravagant bathing experiences.”

“Nothing compares to this view.” Jacaerys insisted, soaking his cold toe into the spring tentatively, “Besides, hot springs are boring without good company.”

“You should probably go inside before you catch a cold, Jace.” Cregan suggested as he jumped into the spring completely naked, “Come, join me.”

Jacaerys swallowed. He was so mesmerized by the view; Cregan’s muscles moved in the steam, contracting and relaxing, showing off its sculptured shape. Cregan had the typical coloring of a Northern man, dark hair, dark eyes, and even the soft bushes on his chest and lower abdomen were dark as night. He was handsome, with nicely trimmed beard framing his jawline, thick brows, straight nose and kind eyes, an alpha at his prime. Just how Jacaerys liked it.

Jacaerys took off his shirt and pants before joining the Northern lord in the water. Just like Cregan said, the hot spring felt warm on Jace’s cold skin, not overly hot, but warm enough to relax his stiff joints and tight muscles. They settled down near the rocky edge, side by side, their naked shoulders brushing against each other, but neither of them complained.

“Can I ask you something, Cregan?” Jacaerys spoke after a while, resting his head on the cool rock.

“Of course.”

“Why haven’t you taken another omega to wife? You are still young. Any omega will fall for an alpha like you.” Jacaerys said, letting his eyes wander down Cregan’s strong torso, from the defined chest to the lord’s groin, and the amazing knot between his strong thighs.

“I am in no hurry to enter another marriage.” Cregan admitted honestly, “I have my heir. Marriage is just not a priority. And you flatter me, Prince Jacaerys. I am actually not good with delicate creatures like omegas. I am too rough to most of them.”

“What about alphas?” Jacaerys asked, getting an inch closer to the naked lord.

“What about them?” Cregan raised a confusing eyebrow, having no idea what Jacaerys had in mind.

“Are you good with alphas?” Jacaerys asked softly, reaching a hand out to trace Cregan’s collarbone, his finger sliding down the lord’s wet skin, “For example, an alpha like me?”

“Jace?” Cregan blushed, “Prince Jacaerys?”

“Stay still, Lord Stark.” Jacaerys said in his most regal tone as he moved to straddle the young lord, “It’s an order.”

Cregan dared not to move. He was not a green boy, so he knew very well what Jacaerys’s seductive smile meant. An invitation. A permission to start something intimate. But why? Was Jacaerys thinking about this when Cregan invited him to a hunt? Or was this just a prince’s impulse after seeing the hot spring? Either way, it seemed that Prince Jacaerys preferred the company with a fellow alpha rather than an omega. Cregan had heard of such queer preferences before, but he had never expected the heir to the throne to be one of them.

Jacaerys’s finger slid down to Cregan’s navel, playing with the hair on the lord’s lower abdomen teasingly, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Answer me, Lord Stark.” Jacaerys demanded, “Have you laid with an alpha before?”

“No.” Cregan answered with all honesty, “I have not.”

“Well, I suppose you will have a taste of it tonight.” Jacaerys flashed a toothy smile before bending down to kiss Cregan’s lips, “I promise it will be a pleasant experience.”

Before Cregan could reply, Jacaerys had already sealed their lips into a heated kiss. Jacaerys was swift and decisive, just like how he hunted. He ran his tongue over the roof of Cregan’s mouth before intertwining their tongues together, sucking hard until his cheeks were sunken. For the first time in his life, Cregan felt like a prey instead of a hunter. A northern wolf was about to devoured by dragon fire.

No. Cregan was the Lord of Wintetfell. He would never allow himself to be the prey.

Cregan put a large hand on the back of Jacaerys’s head, pressing the prince closer to himself, the other hand grabbed the prince’s tiny waist. Jacaerys let out a surprised moan, which Cregan drank up eagerly. Cregan thrust his hips up, letting their alpha knots bumping against each other.

“I suppose you have laid with alphas before?” Cregan said, groping the prince’s butt.

“Will you be jealous if I say yes?” Jacaerys panted, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Maybe.” Cregan had no idea how to proceed, so he acted out of instinct, sliding one finger into the warmth between the prince’s butt cheeks.

“Don’t worry. You might be the best of them,” Jacaerys hissed as Cregan’s finger touched his hole, “depending how well you serve your prince.”

“I am ready to serve, my prince.” Cregan said, his cock already hard from the softness of Jacaerys’s skin, “Always.”

“Knot me.” Jacaerys commanded, licking his lips in anticipation, “Let me have a taste of your alpha knot.”

“As you wish, my prince.”

It was then that Cregan realized he had fallen for Jacaerys the moment he laid eyes on the prince. House Stark would pledge loyalty to Prince Jacaerys, not the queen, but the future king.

#house of the dragon #hotd #my asks #abo dynamics #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #cregan stark #cregan x jace #jacegan

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alastairstom · 4 months

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give us those Thomas hcs please! he is high school era me fr

YEAHHHH OKAY Alexa cue Hey Stephen

Some of these are just Funny and Cute things that I want to have happened while others have canon basis

Thomas followed Alastair all over the school. A LOT. To the point that Matthew was calling him a little marble that rolls wherever Alastair is. He's standing in the corner of the room talking at Alastair after Clive dies, and they're the only two people there. It seems to me that Alastair did notice Thomas, and per Cassie, Thomas was one of the four people Alastair liked pre-ChoG (along with Cordelia, Sona, and the redhead). But "I didn't see you" and "you were just some boy" make me think that Alastair was like "okay this runt is following me around again but he's kinda sweet and a little earnest and is nice to me so. I like him" and just rolled with that. But Thomas was gone. Totally smitten with Cupid's arrow. And cue all sorts of opportunities for funny interactions.

Thomas keeping his journal about his daily activities and referring to Alastair only as "A". You know, to protect his privacy in case the metaphorical pink glittery lock is broken.

The journal also includes some bad early childhood poems about Alastair.

Thomas's internal monologue was basically the same now and then, though back then it was more innocent and just lacked the horniness. It was just the wholesome bits (that are still copious).

Thomas constantly tries to converse with Alastair and sometimes succeeds. When they talk, it's the highlight of both of their day even if they're not friends.

Thomas has dreams about kissing Alastair regularly. If you want more of this you can check out @vwritesaus fic what's in a kiss. Literally my comfort fic i read it like every week.

Thomas doodles "Mr. Thomas Lightwood" in his journal while thinking about Alastair. Alastair finds it and is largely confused why he's doodling his own name, but hey, alright.

He's also definitely doodled their wedding invitation.

Thomas does things like trip over his own feet and fall up the stairs when Alastair appears. Alastair doesn't get why but finds it endearing.

Not really a headcanon, but Thomas liked Alastair's teasing because he thought it was bold and daring. Matthew notes this in CLS, but I think it's why Thomas loves him so much. He respects it.

After a while, Alastair picking on Thomas becomes something of a joke between them. "Pipsqueak" is a good natured nickname.

Thomas and Alastair get paired up for a project once. They divide the questions in half and copy each other's answers because Alastair "isnt going to talk to the likes of him." But they sit together in a companionable silence the entire time and it's very comfortable, 0% awkward, and neither of them understand why they're so at peace. (I might write this fic sooner rather than later.)

Alastair primarily targets Thomas because he's friends with James, but he also does so to protect him from worse bullying/abuse at the hands of his vile friends of yesteryear. This may or may not be subconscious.

#thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #fave

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albentelisa · 6 months

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Hi. So you remember the Lady of the Lake, right? Well, what if she had managed to disguise herself as a mortal woman?

That human form she took on is non other Barabra Lake, thus already making Jim half human.

When he gets the amulet in this AU, he knows his mom hates Merlin, so he doesn't tell her at first.

Oh, in this AU Bular is definitely not the only one sent flying. Merlin will get that honor for sure as well. James Lake Sr. too, I guess. And maybe even Strickler (if he ever tries something dumb, LOL).

Jokes aside, I'll say that James Lake Sr is the one responsible for Barbara's disguise. My headcanon is that Nimue can grant wishes, but she chooses to grant those only if someone voices their deepest desires (as she hates hypocrites). So, one day James amid his travel to Britain, somehow wandered into the Nimue's current abode and voiced his wish to meet his perfect woman (he was just fooling around and had no idea that it would be granted). Nimue assumed a mortal woman's form of Barbara appearing right before him. Just to say, their relationship didn't work because there never was any true love between the two of them.

Nimue would prefer to return to her old life after the breakup, but she stays with humans because it's something Jim genuinely desires. And honestly, his wish is the one she is actually happy to grant.

As for Jim in this AU, he knows a bit about his mom, but definitely not everything. Like, he's aware that Barbara is inhuman and even caught a glimpse of her monstrous form once (it's an experience he'd rather forget) and that she dislikes Merlin for some reason (Barbara never told her son about her imprisonment, so Jim is entirely unaware how serious that hatred is).

Jim inherited his mom's abilities but cannot use those as he was traumatized after seeing Barbara's inhuman form and is scared to turn into something similar so he subconsciously seals those.

Why Barbara never learns about Jim finding the amulet despite being able to read souls? Well, she refuses to read Jim's soul, respecting his privacy, and because she knows that Jim doesn't lie or hide things from her (well, he DID before the amulet).

However, Barbara read Strickler's soul. She knows he's inhuman, but well, he has no ill intent towards Jim. And Jim's plan to keep things secret from his mom flies out of the window because she also learns about Strickler's desire to get the amulet from her son.

Barbara is pissed (to put it mildly) that Merlin's amulet chose her son. For her, it's like the hateful wizard's trying to control Jim (like he did with her). However, soon she realizes that Jim wants to be a hero himself and vows to support him. She tinkers with the amulet though as she believes that her son should fight for his own ideals, not her former tormentor's glory.

Barbara becomes a team member, but her abilities are limited (because it's either keeping her human form or regaining her full powers). She isn't ready to drop her human disguise though because of Jim (as she is scared he won't be able to see her as his mother anymore).

Strickler changes the sides pretty fast because Barbara sees that his true desire is the liberating changelings and encounters him about it. The same goes for Nomura. Strickler tries to recruit Otto too, but he is too scared to betray Gunmar. Otto is also the one who frees Angor Rot here, hoping to use him as a bodyguard from both Jim's team and Bular (who is pretty much enraged after the two changelings desert).

NotEnrique gets planted into Claire's family (as well as some other changelings are transferred as the Janus Order has a shortage of manpower now).

Jim still encounters a stalking, and to defeat it he unwittingly goes full monster form which terrifies him to his core. He starts questioning whether he has any right to be with his friends. Toby tells him that it doesn't matter.

Much like in the canon, Claire snoops around and learns Jim's secret about the trollhunting. She joins the team before they learn about NotEnrique, so the eventual reveal hits her the most. Claire tries to find the Killahead alone to travel to the Darklands, and she locates it but gets kidnapped by Angor Rot. Otto uses her as a hostage to get the amulet from Jim.

During the Battle of Two Bridges, Claire manages to wrestle the shadow staff from Angor, Otto and Angor escape, and Bular is sucked into the Darklands (getting his wish to reunite with his father).

Now the only thing remaining is to save Enrique, but it meets more opposition at the Trollmarket as there is a risk to unseal both Gunmar and Bular. Even Strickler thinks it's unreasonable.

Meanwhile, Otto tries to get the bridge back. He still hopes to get Gunmar's trust back. He exploits Angor for that and sends assassins from the Order after different members of Jim's team.

Angor makes a deal with Jim and gets free eventually.

However, Jim goes to the Darklands alone in this AU as he feels guilty because many of his teammates have some injuries after the Janus Order's non-stop attacks.

In the Darklands, Jim notices that something is wrong with him. Apparently, the constant sense of danger makes his inhuman half resurface. So far those are partial transformations that he can reverse but those might get worse. At some point, he stumbles upon Bular who is exiled after his failure. They fight initially but make a truce as Bular is lost and has no idea what to do now.

Together they locate the nursery and save Enrique. Jim plans to bring Bular along with him to the surface and give him a second chance, but they only manage to get Enrique as the bridge is destroyed (and it's only partially Usurna's fault as the guards see Bular walking along with Jim and misunderstand everything).

Barbara is enraged, especially after reading Usurna's true intentions in her soul. Alas, most of the Tribunal doesn't believe her accusations (Vendel and Blinky are the only ones aware of her true identity), and both Vendel and Blinky are accused of treachery and conspiring with Gunmar. The rest of the team escapes and then they are divided into two teams to jailbreak Blinky and Vendel and to recover the Bridge.

Barbara manages to force open the passway to the Darklands (as she had altered the amulet before so she has some control over its abilities now) and the team goes to the Darklands searching for Jim. The fight against Gunmar happens there and Jim defeats him with the help of his team. Bular decides to stay in the Darklands and rebuild the Gumm-Gumm kingdom, but this time make it a better place for other trolls.

However, the victory is soured by the fact that the entire team is considered criminals at the Trollmarket now as Usurna has seized control. She also makes a pact with Otto, who wants to liberate Morgana. Otto steals the amulet from Jim and destroys it to get a map to Merlin's tomb. Initially, Trollhunters have no idea why Otto did it, deciding it was just a revenge plan.

Otto wakes up Merlin by accident but still gets his staff and escapes. Merlin gets out and after some misfortunes finds Douxie and they go to contact Trollhunters. Obviously, Barbara isn't happy. She isn't going to help Merlin but begrudgingly agrees when Douxie and Jim ask her.

Meanwhile, Usurna and Otto free Morgana and get some powers from her. Morgana feels that those two are better for her plans than Gunmar as neither of them would risk opposing her. She also unites forces with Morando.

Jim's team learns about Aja and Krel's secret and all of them realize that their enemies work as the united forces now. The decisive clash happens and the good guys come victorious. The Trollmarket finally is free and Jim's team can go there without any complications.

Merlin isn't happy though as it seems that he anticipates something bad to happen. Not that anyone is interested in listening to his thoughts, especially Barbara who would rather send him flying somewhere.

Some time passes, and Barbara has a visit from Bellroc who proposes a truce to eradicate humanity (as the Arcane Order is sure that Nimue is as pissed about magical creatures' oppression as they are). They are surprised when she refuses.

The Arcane Order still needs Nimue's power so the Green Knight kidnaps Jim, and the Order tries to force his latent abilities out. They also attack the flying castle in the hope of capturing Nari too. Douxie, Claire, Steve, and Toby end in the past. Claire is the one who gets in prison, though as she carelessly uses her magic before Arthur and his knights. Morgana breaks her out together with all the trolls.

While visiting Nimue in the past, the team finally gets why Barbara hates Merlin that much in the present. Nimue also sees that Claire's hidden desire is to liberate Jim from the Arcane Order's control (even though she has no idea who Jim is) and during the parting she gives her a hint that Jim should snap out of it himself.

When the team is back to the present, they are forced to face the Arcane Order, Green Knight, and Jim who lost his human form entirely and pretty much berserk at the moment as he isn't familiar with his new form and all new sensations attached.

Merlin (being Merlin) suggests capturing and sealing Jim somewhere. Luckily for him, Barbara hasn't heard that. Claire is pissed though. She tries to get to Jim and reach his mind, and nearly succeeds but is forced to retreat as the Arcane Order interrupts her.

Meanwhile, Green Knight finds and kills Merlin while seizing his staff (as Jim has learned where the seals are hidden and told the Order about those). Now Bellroc and Skrael only need to capture Nari.

Claire makes an attempt to reach Jim through the Shadow realm. She meets Morgana there (Morgana was sealed there after her defeat and still isn't liberated) and tries to reason with her (Claire wasn't possessed by Morgana in this AU, so she is more open-minded about it). They both try to find Jim's soul and see that he is scared, confused, and lost. This time Claire manages to reach him and ensure that no one is scared of his monstrous form. It helps Jim to regain control and turn human once again.

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