#its funny how her eyes keep shrinking

[nopanamaman]

redrew her again

#myart #parties are for losers #scraps #sanya #return to tradition become sketch #its funny how her eyes keep shrinking

[darkdemeter]

LITTLE RED RIDING PHASES COLLECTION #3/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

| A/N | DISCRETION |

Just a red riding hood retelling. Kinda. A bit more kinky...

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — P in V sex — profanity — pet names "Lamb", "Sweetheart", "Hon", "Baby", etc — (male) reader receiving — slight possessive reader — Hydra agent! reader — enemies/lovers — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Wanda is sent on a mission to recover data about Hydra's next big operation. However, she'll meet the guard dog of the information she needs. Lucky for her, red happens to be a very eye-catching colour, and for the price of indulgence, you let her have her data.

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III.  Never seek to engage the attention of a wolf, be it in the calm amidst its frenzy or the horrors of its territorial obsession. For the lamb is incapable of warding off a hungry beast bound by its insatiable hunger and lust for violence. And wearing a tolling bell around one’s neck only attracts the monster. 

  Funny, how a golden bell is now adapted into a short, red dress.

  “Alright, Wanda. Just focus on your target, get the data and get out of there.” Natasha sounds urgent now, unlike before. She’d been calm before. Something’s changed in her tone, it’s beset by rising panic. 

  Wanda can’t help but be drawn into the whirlpool of fear herself. Her eyes dart around the lavish hall, eyeing each of the guests as if any one of them would engage her with a gun to her head or a knife to her gut. In reality, that possibility can very well happen. 

  “And whatever you do, stay away from—” Natasha’s cut out, the connection severed, a hand encircles around Wanda’s bare wrist. 

  “Care for a dance, little Lamb?” You spin her to face you. She’s dragged into the iron grip you possess, she’s powerless to the violent glow of amber. You watch her intently like a wolf on the hunt, lured in by the weakened state of your prey. A lone and lost lamb sent into the den of her enemy. A delightful treat. 

  Wanda stares upwards and right into the pressing stare you share, sharpened canines primed to tear into her, images of what someone - something - like you could do to her in the blink of an eye. And what she hates most of all is how complacent she is in your embrace, and how quickly she shrinks from escape, her bravery discouraged. 

  You lead her across the floor, entrapped in a dance, pinning her to you with no chance of running from you. Not that she’d get very far. The rhythm is paced stiffly, leaving her to rely on you to take the lead. 

  You twirl her, grasp firmly on her before you draw her back into you. “Quite the alluring dress. I’ve noticed quite a few eyes on you tonight,” you chuckle, “mine included.”

  “I hadn’t noticed,” she answers, voice soft and silken with her accent.

 You click your tongue, scoldingly. “It’s wise to always be aware of what’s happening around you, Lamb.” Your tone drifts further into a darker undertone, words alluding to sinister intentions. “Else you will never see the beast that stalks behind.”

  “I’ll take that into consideration.” She tries to move, to free herself, but you don’t loosen your hold of her. Your hand remains on the small of her back, lips pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes laced with lustful hunger. 

  “Why the rush? Scared of me?”

  “M-maybe,” she gulps in truth, “as you said, I should be wary of what goes on around me. I know this story very well.”

  You cock your head to the side a little, interest peaked by the risen curve of your brow. “Oh? Do regale me.”

  “Loved ones advise her to not engage with the wolf. To keep her head and path straight for her Grandmother’s home.”

  “Unless she was served to the wolf on a platter,” you interject sharply just as you dip her, her spine curves back into the support of your arm, her green eyes flash with a mixture of intrigue and terror. How the sight of her beneath you arouses you, your core stirring with the familiar tingle of desire. 

  “But that’s not how the story goes.” She reprimands you behind the daggered end of a glare, eyes scornful in your offset course as you both encircle one another, bodies practically melded together and hands locked and bound to each other.

  You spin her again, leading her forward from behind. “The story serves as a cautionary tale only. Many have disregarded the warning labels and found their way off the path. But I myself, as a wolf, don’t waste time about it. I want you, little Lamb, not the gut full of rocks in the end.” 

  “And I want the data.” She’s upfront about it and you’ll applaud her for that. The amber hue of your eyes strikes a cold, mysterious flame to dwindle in her core and she finds her heart rate quickening.

  “And you wouldn’t make it three feet into the office. Not without someone like me getting you there.” 

  “Why help me?” she huffs with a quizzical, narrowed gaze.

  “The better.”

  None had so much as batted an eye in the wake of your saunter, Wanda practically glued to your side the entire time, a few of the guards snickering and mumbling to themselves. Wanda tried to strain her ears to overhear their silent glimpses and hidden, murmuring smirks to no avail. Whatever it was, it sure made your chest puff out with pride. 

  Down the hall, Wanda sees the doors of the office open under the command of your whim, gesturing to her to venture inside the dimly lit room. 

  Her eyes find yours, gaze bearing the resemblance of her hesitance. 

  “Well?” you say with a raised brow. Humming softly and affirmatively, she steps a heeled foot and crosses the threshold and immediately, she feels the air shift. No longer haunted by the eerie, warm glow of the hallway, now her skin is caressed by the looming darkness and its shadowy presence that grazes over her shoulder and moves towards the desk. 

  She follows you and then stops, still caught in the reverie of her disbelief as you tap away at the locked case that opens to reveal a laptop. The encrypted data, kept under strict guard, now rests open for her. 

  There has to be a catch. Her stare says as much with scrutiny, only you lay your palms flat in surrender. 

  “The data is all there for you to collect. No tricks, none of that.” Is it wise to believe you? Wanda is caught between a rock and a hard place either way. 

  To entertain or obey, she steps forward, retrieving from the slip inside her dress between her breasts, she brings to light the usb drive. Your eyes roll between the action and device, whistling lowly to yourself. 

  Wanda has to ignore the way her skin grows hot and flushed under your eyes that watch her. Bending low, she inserts the drive in and begins to download the data and provides you with a more than satisfying view from behind. You hear her sighing quietly to herself when a red, transparent box indicating an error flashes onto the screen. Of course the security system would be triggered. 

  “No tricks, huh?” she chastises with a huff only to feel the heated scape of your front bend, stretching over her beck as you lean forward, long arms caging her below you. She watches silently, tongue darting out between her lips as she admires your fingers work nimbly and precisely against the keys, overriding the error and allowing the drive to continue downloading. 

  “Protection. I’m sure you understand.”

  FEMALE

  “Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Wanda now lacks the pressure of your stature, breasts pushed firmly against her back she is left both disappointed and relieved. Her eyes remain trained on the laptop screen despite the sixth sense that your eyes watch her intently, or rather, the lovely view she provides from behind. 

  It’s hard to explain to her rational mind but there’s something about you that creeps Wanda with a prickling notion that no matter what, the trail of your gaze never seems to leave her; at least not for long. Your words circle back into her mind. The mention that many eyes had been on her tonight, yours included, she wonders if the wolf has become animalistically smitten with her. Bewitched by her little red dress. 

  Curious of where exactly you lingered, she turns her sights behind her, following the way you peer down at her, about a foot or so from her, she turns to face you. 

  “Something you like, Wolf?” She doesn’t grasp the identity of this newfound courage, incapable of finding its unknown source. All she does know is that her question has piqued your interest and engaged your merriment. 

  “Maybe,” you answer smoothly with a click of your tongue that runs the lap over your teeth. A temptress that you want to devour whole heartedly, to satiate your wolfish appetite. 

  Hands musing into the slit of your pant pockets, you bask silently at the sight of her, her form arching ever so slightly backwards and resting her weight in her arms. The familiar threading of tightness of your core is enough to alert you to your blooming desire. 

  You saunter towards her, almost stalking over to her, she watches you as her eyes travel up and down. 

  “You ever been with another girl before, Sweetheart?”

  Biting down into her lip, she shakes her head and her chin dips low, hiding her flustered visage. “You wanna try it?”

  A very bold move on your part. You’ve trapped her against the desk, arms caging her on either side she feels her breath become locked in her lungs. A very tempting offer you give her, but one she is unsure about, her lips part to form the words only to fall silent. 

  “Don’t worry, little Lamb. You’re in very good hands, I promise. Think about it like this: I'm all the better to please you...”

  Your lips blaze a flaming trail along her neck and collarbone, each planted seed of lust leaves a shivering breath in its wake. Wanda lets you slip onto your knees and sensing what exactly you’re getting at, she leans further back, practically sitting on the desk as you saddle between her legs. Your teeth nip and graze, lips caressing softly the soft tissue of her inner thighs until her hand strikes out, latching hold of any amount of your hair she can grab. 

  “Shh,” you usher with a whisper, “fuck, you smell delicious.” Your breath is hot, far too hot, it sears her wanting core, her thong already soaked beyond any reconciliation that it may dry shortly. 

  Your tongue laps at her through the dark fabric, suckling on it to taste her juices that stain them and you groan deeply, the sound that of a feral animal. 

  Her hand in your hair grips tighter and tugs at your roots. 

  She whimpers as you dance your tongue, teasing her folds through her tongue before using the very muscle to push aside the flimsy, damp fabric and trace the moist slit of her clenching pussy. Moaning softly, her hips thrust forward. 

  The ribbony tug of her core enlightens her, bringing about an airy flow to what she feels, her head leans back and her legs open wider for you, your hands snake around the seam of dress and skin and pull her in that little bit closer.

  “M-more! Please, more!” she exhales loudly, breathlessly. You slide your tongue between her folds, massaging her spongy walls that pulse around it, her mewls and voice growing weaker and more feral with each lashing you inflict in her cunt. Clearly, her first time is one she’ll remember. Nuzzling the upper flat of your tongue presses to her clit and soothes it, rolling and dragging, she all but lurches forward slightly at the brink of her orgasm. 

  “Fuck– fuck! I’m cumming!” 

  She mutters a thousand more curses that sound like wistful prayers to your ears, hungrily devouring her release with a guttural moan that shakes the foundation of her final resolve. She barely catches herself slipping further back across the desk, the case and laptop at this point a forgotten element. 

  Pulling your head away - after thoroughly cleaning her slick, satisfied pussy - you stand tall and straight, looming over her like a dark, stormy cloud. The brilliance of her green eyes is shrouded in the darkness of your shadow, but the same hunger for more ever resides presently. 

  Your hand soon replaces the loss of your mouth and she caves to your will, splayed out for your touch to sate her newfound desire. 

  “I want more… that was…”

  “Exquisite?” you chime with a hum and she nods. No other word can possibly describe it so perfectly. She feels your long, toned fingers rub her up and down, smearing what little juices you left behind and toying with her delicate pearl, arousal buzzes to life at the mere grazing of your thumb. 

  You’re closer to her now, the scent of your powerful cologne overpowers her senses, drowning her with fulfilling contentment. Hands grappling hold of your arms, she claws her way deeply that you’re quite impressed with the level of strength she possesses. 

  Slowly, you insert two fingers and curl and she buckles under the pressure. A scream is halfway tearing through her throat but she bites into her lip to keep the volume minimal. 

  “Going to keep quiet, huh?” you tease and unfurl your fingers before repeating the pattern over and over, each time, going deeper. “Don’t want the guards out there hearing what I’m doing to you?”

  She doesn’t answer, unsure if this is a trick question or not, but she can’t find it within herself to further embarrass herself. 

  You insert a third and watch her watch contort. She whimpers, the sound ringing in your ears like a humming whistle, she rolls her hips in great desperation whilst your thumb firmly circles her clit, feeling the sensitive heat from her core. 

  “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” The line of your lips caress the structure of her temple, her eyes scrunch closed. Her mouth falls agape. 

  “W-Wolf…” Her sigh is a breath of fresh air to the clarity of your insane mind. You thrust your fingers harder and faster, the squelch of her cunt and the filthy sounds of her voice fill the room’s void with something beautiful. A harmonic symphony you’re drawn to, committing it to memory for now. 

  “Yeah, Lamb?”

  “I– shit, oh my— I’m gonna…” 

  You hum in approval and with a few more powerful thrusts, the walls of her cunt shrink around your fingers in a fight to keep you. Letting her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, she moves erratically until she stops, panting heavily and her shoulders shoving down.

  “Good, little Lamb,” you praise gently, “Good girl.” 

  Lips hovering against each other, the gap is sealed with a heated kiss, tongues weaving in post-euphoria passion that can easily set the world ablaze. 

  Who knew that fucking your enemy could be so thrilling?

  “What about you?” she asks, voice still shaken. “The drive is almost done. Let’s just say… you’ll owe me a little something next time.”

  “How do you know if we’ll meet again?”

  You flash her a cheeky wink. “I have my ways, Lamb.”

  MALE

  “Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Your chest leaves the warmed crest of her back, leaving Wanda unbearably cold and wanting. She almost shivers at the loss of contact. She hears you shuffle back and although she initially tries to ignore the way your eyes linger on her, coasting over the view she’s now conscious of giving you, she freezes. 

  It’s hard to explain to her rational mind but there’s something about you that creeps Wanda with a prickling notion that no matter what, the trail of your gaze never seems to leave her; at least not for long. Your words circle back into her mind. The mention that many eyes had been on her tonight, yours included, she wonders if the wolf has become animalistically smitten with her. Bewitched by her little red dress. 

  Her lips part with a silent, suppressed moan at the noise from behind, your groan deep and husky and laced with desire. She dares to take a peek over her shoulder, following the length of her still bent body until her eyes find yours, seeing you seated in one of the mahogany leather chairs opposing the desk. 

  Clearly, you were enjoying the curve of her arse and the lacy thong that’s now soaked with her arousal. She turns to face you now, arms pressed back and her hands grip the desk’s edge, crossing one ankle over the other, you take in the exposure of her shapely legs before the cut off of the dress that rides across the high of her thighs.

  For a moment that carries far too long to not be labelled as eternity, you both just stare at each other in silence, a thick air of tension traces the distance between you both, sharing looks of deep, dark-rooted wanton for the other. 

  You pat your thigh expectantly, legs spread with the uncaring nature of your growing bulge that’s restrained by the confines of your dress pants. It's a command. Not a request. Directed by the cause of that mystique, she’s drawn to you like a moth to the flame, she saunters towards you with a gentle slander of her heels that rap over the floorboards one at a time. 

  All the while, you scan her up and down until she stands between your legs. 

  “My, my, the little Lamb can’t help but be allured by the Wolf,” you chuckle darkly. Biting deep into the plump flesh of her lip, she shakes her head and her chin bows. 

  “No…”

  Despite your invitation, she lowers to her knees, resting back on her legs as her hands run up the length of black fabric and towards your belt. Your throat contorts with an amused hum, brow quirked with analysis to her next move, her eyes searching for your approval; which you give along with a nod. 

  “What a pretty mouth you have.” You grin, toothy and wide, canines sharp and pronounced. She unbuckles the leather strap and tugs loose the fly of your pants and you groan as she gently palms your erected cock through your boxers.

  “The better to take you with.” She blushes deeply, her indulgence inwards to the fantasy you play out together. 

  Releasing your cock from your boxers, you breathe a sigh of relief, tip oozing with beads of precum and your shaft stiffly standing. Her tongue languidly traces the definition of your cock, up and down as she prolongs her eye contact, moaning softly as her tongue and lips tease your sensitive, bulbous tip. Your hips buck instinctively towards where your pleasure derives from, chasing after that fix aggressively. 

  You hiss, jaw clenched to the brink that you may very well break it,and Wanda continues to drag her tongue up and down, over you tip again and again, lapping long, slow strips and gathering the beady droplets along the flat of her sinful muscle that works you; hot breath beating down on you. You swear you almost fucking whimper like a maturing juvenile, with little control over your body. 

 “The Big Bad Wolf,” she whispers and takes the first third of your member, hollowing her cheeks and forcing your length further and further down. She gags and her throat grips tightly, causing you to groan. Your claws bite into the expensive leather with little care for its maintenance. Not when you have the prettiest fucking lamb on her knees before you, sucking your dick. 

  “Fuck, Baby,” you sigh heavily, “Yeah… yeah, let me see that mouth work.” Your lungs are on fire, heart pounding a thousand beats per minute. Her tongue swirls around you and she moans deeply, whining in resistance when her own mouth tries to work against her, refusing to take anymore of you without a fight. 

  So you decide you’ll give her a helping hand. A little nudge. 

  You extend a hand forward and lace your fingers into the locks of her fiery, brown hair, curling well to the roots and scrunch harshly. She winces and her green eyes are glazed with a watery curtain, fresh with hot tears. Showing an ounce of mercy - and that is all you’re capable and willing to give - you start slow in guiding her head up and down, your cock sinking back and forth in her mouth, gags and muffled moans stifled by the cutoff of oxygen. 

  “F-fuck yeah—” you growl lowly. Your head tilts back for a moment and your hips snap hard, forcing her to take the entirety of your cock down her tight throat with a much louder moan, out of shocking resistance or eager obedience.

  “Shit, Lamb… m-mmm…” She’s graduated from needing your hand and it falls lax, letting her pace herself and she continues the rhythm you set prior, her saliva gathers down to the base of your groin and your balls swell with your impending orgasm.

  You grin at the thought of her drinking your seedy load, face and chest covered with you. Eyes finding the screen of the laptop, you cannot help the haughty chuckle. It looks like you’ll have more than enough time to fully indulge yourself in your new company. 

  You further encourage her, voice laced with your evident loss of composure, she knows you near the end of your leash. With a few more thrusts, you sink her head down and your hot load shoots down the tunnel of her throat, she groans in pleasure as she sucks you down, mouth drinking everything you’re giving her. 

  A poor loss that you wouldn’t get to see her painted with your cum, but with any luck, you’ll get a chance further down the line. Your other hand runs through your hair, rolling it back into its refined form and Wanda pulls off, her lips drenched with a mixture of fluids, the sight marks your face with a darkened smirk. 

  “C’mon, Red,” you say with a lulling drawl.  Her eyes are dazed in the land of pleasured confusion, she takes your hand as if taking the guiding hand of an angel, knowing little of her actual fate. She’s led to straddle you, her core soaking down the front of your vest and your much satisfied cock that stands at attention once again.

  “W-we… we shouldn’t…”

  “We should.” You peck her lips, tasting yourself on her and you delve your teeth to take your bottom lip between them. 

  “I’m gonna take you for a little ride.”

  One hand stabilises her at her hip, her hands finding purchase on either the curves of your shoulder and in the locks of your hair, threading them to grapple on, your other hand curls the thin fabric of her thong and drags it aside. 

  Your tip kisses her entrance and she mewls, head bowing into the crook of your neck. How she’d make the perfect little mate for you. 

  Her hips roll down and forward, her breath a quivering tempo as the sheer size of you between her legs and she gasps, feeling you stretch her walls wide out. For a second she believes you’ve split her in two and her whimpers are buried in the graveyard of your shoulder, nestled there while you sheathe yourself into her cunt, inch by inch until you finally bottom out with a pleased sigh. 

  ‘Fuck, you’re so big…’

  ‘All the better to fuck you hard.’

    Just as you promised, you deliver. Picking up into a more suited pace, you piston in and out, the sound of skin meeting skin, the squelching of your combined juices and fabric rustling against fabric; breaths colliding in each other’s orbit. 

  Soon enough, she garners her steadiness and bounces her hips, far more eager to ride you to her climax, she moans deeply and curses under her breath, breasts constricted by the tight bust of her dress. 

  As much as you'd like to rip it off her, you understand she has a mission to complete and you don’t favour anyone’s eyes lingering on her anymore, gauging to see if they have a single chance. 

  Wanda Maximoff is yours for the taking, and you’ll fuck that notion into her until she understands it.

  “I-I’m cum—” 

  “Give it to me, Baby. Come on– give it to me,” you pant, hissing blissfully. You’re lost in the haze of your lust, like you’re in the middle of a hunt, it excites you greatly and the flow of your blood is poisoned by the hit of your predatory drive. 

  Her walls squeeze your stiff, pulsing cock, eliciting from you both sounds you’d never imagine possible, almost pornographic, your lips trace the contour of her exposed shoulder and collarbone, the thought to leave a few marks here and there not going unnoticed by your conscience. 

  Her body arches back and you truly see the magnitude of her beauty, breasts though snug in their place, bounce erratically to the rapid pounding of your cock kissing her cervix, her nails scratch and dig at the seams of your jacket, and you know right then that you want this woman at your side. 

  You’ll kill all the Avengers if you must, you’ll take down Hydra from the inside if needs be. But you’ll be damned to walk this earth alone or with any other that isn’t her. 

  “Sh-shit! I’m cumming!” she cries out, voice high and pitchy. Her walls are a vice around you, pulling you in without mercy and giving no intent to make it easy to withdraw, her orgasm hitting you.

  “Yeah, yeah– that—” you pause, hips speeding up as the second dose of your own release rises, you seize hold of her hips with far more tenacity than before. 

  She spurs you in, muttering over and over, chanting to keep going. To not stop, to keep hitting her right there, and you oblige. With a deep grunt, followed by a low, long noted moan, you cum. Your seed paints her walls and the swell of your knot ties her to you. 

  When she tries to pull off, you hold her still. “You’re not going anywhere for a while, Hon,” you say. When she moves again, her eyes widen, green hues shining in the light from the window, and her delicious lips form into an understanding ‘o’ shape. 

  Slowly and out of small necessity, your hips brush back and forth against each other, mimicking the more desperate action you’d shared before. 

  “Your data awaits you,” you coo with a chuckle, knowing she has no choice but to wait it out.

  Glancing over her shoulder to see the completed task of the drive, she turns her eyes back to you. 

  “How long does…” Eyes drifting down to where you’re connected, you lean back, arms stretching to rest your hands behind your head with a smirk.

  “We’ve got about an hour.”

—

  Wanda walks down the cobblestone lane, her body still enduring the aftermath of your erotic coupling, the car waiting out front of her. She dreads to see the sceptical glares of whoever came to her rescue, she pulls her coat over herself more to hide the potential discovery of her quivering form as she then enters the car.

  But not before turning to gaze over the curve of her shoulder, skimming the bite dark, bite mark, green eyes finding yours; amber cheekily flaunting the alluring power as you bid her a gesture of farewell.

  She sighs as the car begins to drive off into the night, Sam behind the wheel, he concentrates on the road, meanwhile, Natasha’s eyes find Wanda’s in the rearview. 

  “Did you get the data?”

  “Right here.” Wanda passes the drive over and Natasha takes it, looking it over in the palm of her hand. 

  That’s when Sam sighs heavily, nose wrinkling. “What smells like dog?”

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[faulty-writes]

LEMME IN!

okay so i had this idea, i tried it w my friends, it gave me like some fun idea, its like paper passing but with your lips, when the paper falls you accidentally kiss someone, (my paper didnt fall, 😪.)

So it gave me some idea, can you do it with a highschool bully!mirko x reader and a bakugo x reader? You can do one if you please!

But delete this ask if you wont! Its all good! Thank you madam faulty!

[ I laughed when I read "LEMME IN!" that was the perfect introduction line. But no worries, you're in. You're the second request I got. So I looked this game up and it sounds spicy, interesting, and near impossible. But don't we all love a challenge? I can most certainly write a little scenario for this game with our bunny girl and hot-headed explosion boy. ]

"Why is she here!?" you frantically asked upon spotting Rumi otherwise known as your personal hell angel at the party you were currently attending. "Awe, what's a matter there? Too afraid to approach the rabbit girl?" Keigo commented, placing his chin on your shoulder with a smirk.

You placed your hands on your hips glaring at him. "Hardy har har, you're so funny," you replied sarcastically before looking back at Rumi who proceeded to purposely spill punch over someone. "Why don't you go talk to her? I'll be your wingman," he joked, making you roll your eyes.

"No," you said, becoming slightly alarmed when he pressed a hand against your back forcing you forward. "Sure you do!" you tried digging your feet into the floor, but it was no use as he continued to push you.

'You're a terrible wingman,' you thought bitterly and a cold chill ran through your body as soon as Rumi's eyes locked on you. She grinned and got that all-too-familiar sadistic look in her eye. "Well, well, well," she said, crossing her arms.

"If it isn't pretty face and..." she paused, looking at Keigo from head to toe, "birdie," she concluded with a laugh. "Mm," you wanted to step away, but Keigo kept his hand on your back. There was no way he was going to let you keep running away from your problems.

"Hiya there, how's it going?" he asked casually, waving his hand before looking at you. "What do you know Y/n was just talking about you," he lied, ignoring the way you glared at him. Just what the hell was he doing!?

"Oh?" Rumi's furry ears stood up straight and she grinned taking a step toward you. "Is that right, pretty face!?" she exclaimed, grabbing the front of your shirt and yanking you forward. You cried out, almost stumbling over your own two feet before looking at her with a hint of fear.

However, this only seemed to make her happier. She leaned closer, and several silver strands fell across her face making her red eyes stand out. She parted her lips, prepared to speak when someone shouted, "It's time for the paper passing game!" which distracted her.

"Paper passing game, huh?" she said, slowly gazing back at you with a growing smirk. "Come on pretty face!" she demanded, dragging you away while you frantically waved your arms about. "Takami!" you screamed, but he only smiled.

"You can thank me later!" he shouted, making you growl. 'Damn him!' you thought before Rumi stepped to the side and pulled you forward only to purposely release you. Another cry came when you lost your balance and fell flat on the floor.

She crossed her arms, smirking happily before focusing on the one who announced that the game was about to start. "Huh?" you lifted your head, deciding it was safer to remain on the floor than actually stand up and be within Rumi's vicinity.

The game involved someone taking a piece of paper and sucking on it gently to keep it stuck to their lips, then they needed to turn to the person next to them and attempt to pass the said piece of paper using only their mouth.

The catch was that if the paper fell, the two attempting to do the pass had to exchange a kiss. "Oh no..." you said, your eyes shrinking in fear before you felt someone grab the back of your shirt collar and hollered when you were forced back on your feet.

"Let's go pretty face!" Rumi screamed, dragging you over to the circle that was forming. Once there, she let go of you and leaned down to whisper, "Move and I'll beat your ass," into your ear which was more than enough motivation for you to remain still.

"Here Y/n, why don't you start?" a familiar voice said and you turned to see Keigo walking over to you, holding out a single piece of red paper. Despite your heart racing and your cheeks flushing at the very thought of anyone touching your lips even through a piece of paper, you glared at him.

"Heh, what?" he questioned, but you could always yell at him later. You snatched the paper from his hand and looked at it. 'How the hell am I supposed to...' your thoughts shattered when Rumi screamed "Hurry the hell up pretty face!" causing you to jump and almost drop the paper.

In a rare display of courage, you stomped your foot against the floor and screamed back "Fine!" before placing the piece of paper against your lips. Sucking in your cheeks, you slowly turned to her. Shuttering when you saw the smirk she was wearing, it was hard to decipher if she was happy or just plain evil.

"Well?" she leaned closer, "Let's get this over with!" she said and despite wanting to tell her off, your eyes widened when you felt her mouth against the paper. It dawned on you just then that it could break, this was especially evident when her tongue began to probe the said piece of paper.

However, you weren't determined to lose and leaned forward, tilting your head just so, and gently began blowing in an effort to get the paper to stick to her lips. Unknown to you this was not what she wanted and she furrowed her brows, trying to think of how to sabotage your turn.

Just as you began to pull away, she lifted her foot slamming it on top of yours causing you to scream out in pain. The piece of paper fluttered to the floor and Rumi grinned in victory before roughly grabbing your shoulders.

"What's a matter pretty face, can't even play this simple game right?" she mocked, ignoring the concerned stares of everyone else around. She was only focused on one thing and that was sharing the consequence of having failed to complete the pass.

"W-what the hell are you-" before you said anything more, you found yourself desperately wrapping your arms around her neck as she dipped you. All the blood rushed to your face and a surprised gasp came when you felt her warm soft lips against yours.

They parted slightly, and soon you felt her tongue slide into your mouth making you freeze up. You pressed your hands against her chest, trying to pull away. She tasted like carrots with the slightest hint of beer.

"Heh!" when she broke the kiss, she grinned just before dropping you. Once again you hit the floor and found yourself groaning, now you had pain in your back and foot. You glanced at Rumi who lifted her hand up to her mouth.

"I want to play another round!" she declared, wagging her tail before leaning over you. "What do you say pretty face?" she teased and you began silently cursing a certain red-winged individual for having gotten you into this situation.

"This is stupid!" he screamed as he stood in the large circle with some of his classmates. Ashido had insisted they play a stupid paper passing game that looked like two people exchanging spit. "Aw, come on Bakubro!" Eijirou said, snaking his arm around the other's neck.

"Get the hell off of me!" Katsuki snapped in response, only causing the redhead to laugh. "Y/n will be playing," he said, pointing a lazy finger toward you although you were busy talking to Ashido and looking somewhat distressed.

"So what!?" he replied, baring his teeth like a wild animal. Eijirou grinned, keeping his arm around the angry blond. "I heard they have a little thing for you," he commented wiggling his eyebrows and watching Katsuki roll his eyes in response. He didn't care much for rumors and it didn't matter if they were true or not.

Nothing would distract him from his goal of becoming a hero and yeah even if he wanted a family someday, that was going to happen after he took the number one hero spot in Japan. He crossed his arms, giving a soft "Pff," which seemed to satisfy Eijirou enough for him to step away.

"Come on! It'll be fun, you can even start the game!" Ashido insisted, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the circle despite your frantic protests. "Here, stand here!" she said, positioning you next to none other than Katsuki.

Your heart pounded in your chest, yes you did like him for whatever reason. But there was no way you could actually go through with this, right!? Ashido wouldn't really make you face your feelings like this, would she!?

It was safe to say you were in internal despair and could only watch as she walked over and took her place between Kyoka and Kaminari. "Now, you all know the rules!" she said, pressing her hands together with a happy grin.

'Rules, what rules!?' you frantically thought, but luckily she gave a brief review. "You can only use your mouth to pass the paper, if you use your hands you're out!" she declared, throwing her arms into the air. "Oh, and if you end up dropping the paper, the two players have to kiss!" she said looking at you with slanted eyes.

You trembled in response, 'Why is that look so menacing!?' you screamed inside your head. "Y/n said they wanted to go first!" Ashido announced, causing several heads to turn your way. "W-what!? N-no I never s-said that I-" your words were interrupted when she then placed her hands on her hips and gave a dramatic sigh.

"Fiiiiiine!" she whined. "I'll go first, give me the paper," she said, flexing her fingers. Tsuyu was kind enough to hand her said paper and you watched in amazement as the game began, Ashido appeared to stick the piece of paper to her lips and turned to Kaminari who leaned forward and pressed his lips to the opposite side of the paper.

"Wait...they're going..." you glanced around the circle, realizing that Katsuki would be the one to initiate your turn which meant you had to lean over and...oh no! Your cheeks instantly flushed, and you debated about abandoning the game, turning around, and making some excuse like you had to use the bathroom or something.

Then again Ashido would never forgive you if you did that and you were a hero student, surely there'd be more terrifying challenges you'd have to face than almost kissing the one you liked. Eijirou successfully grasped the paper with his lips and passed it on to the next person who just so happened to be Katsuki.

Once he had the piece of paper against his lips, he turned to you. His eyebrows were slanted in their usual angry position and he roughly grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to step closer to him. Yeah, the rules said no hands but who gives a damn. He wasn't using them to cheat, was he?

"Uh..." your heart continued to pound in your chest and your cheeks were probably as red as those gorgeous pair of eyes you found yourself staring into. You could hear him mumble something from behind the piece of paper, and while you couldn't make it out you were more than certain he was telling you to hurry up.

The fact that there were multiple eyes on you didn't help your hesitation, but regardless you leaned forward trying to gather your courage. Closing your eyes, you pressed your lips against the paper. However, you were having a bit of difficulty getting it to stick to your lips even after moistening them with your tongue.

That angry mumbling grew louder and soon enough you felt both of his hands on your shoulders and his nails digging into your flesh. You winced softly, trying to lean back to tell him he was making you a bit uncomfortable but he leaned forward, forcefully pressing the paper against your lips.

"W-wait a min-" before you could finish, Katsuki gave a deep growl and leaned his head back. Before you registered what had happened, you found yourself on the floor. He was at his limit with patience and slammed his head against yours in an effort to try and get you to take the piece of paper.

But this resulted in your classmates gasping as they watched you hit the floor, luckily you were still conscious but you swear you saw stars and closed your eyes to make them go away and to ease your now aching forehead.

Ashido quickly ran over to you as Katsuki spit the piece of paper out, letting it flutter to the floor without a care. "What the hell Bakugou!?" she screamed, kneeling by your side to make sure you were at least still breathing.

"Yeah dude, that was a little uncalled for," Kaminari said causing Katsuki to grind his teeth together. "Shut the hell up!" he snapped as several of your other classmates approached you. "Well, now you have to kiss them twice!" Ashido declared and Katsuki looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"What?" he replied, "You knocked them out!" she explained and you resisted the urge to giggle as you continued to lay there motionless with your eyes closed. "So you need to kiss their forehead since you headbutted them and you need to kiss them on the lips because the piece of paper fell!" he rolled his eyes.

A low growl rumbled in his throat, and he stomped his foot. "Fine dumbass!" he snapped, lowering himself to his knees. He then pressed his hands against the floor and loomed over you, hearing the way you breathed.

"Mm..." he raised his eyebrow, suspecting that you weren't completely unconscious but regardless, he closed his eyes and leaned forward pressing his lips against your forehead. Your hair felt soft and he noticed your skin was slightly warmer than it should be.

Your heart accelerated and butterflies fluttered in your stomach as soon as those lips touched your forehead. But then you felt his hand slapping the side of your cheek lightly. "Wake the hell up! I know you're not unconscious, damn it!" you were tempted to open your eyes, but instead, you forced yourself to remain still.

"Maybe if you kissed them they'd wake up, like sleeping beauty," Ashido suggested, although even she was uncertain if you were just pretending to be unconscious or if you actually were. Katsuki looked at her with an expression that read 'really?' before turning back to you.

With a sigh, he leaned forward and closed his eyes once more. When he pressed his lips against yours he noticed that they twitched in response and before he could pull away, your hands came up and fisted into his hair.

"MMM!" his scream was muffled against your lips as you deepened the kiss while his arms frailed about. You let out a cry when his hand eventually pressed against your face and he used it as leverage to pull away, gasping for air.

"What the hell you shitty nerd?!" he snapped and you finally opened your eyes, letting out a laugh even as he glared at you. Ashido pressed her hands against her mouth, seemingly beaming at the way you had tricked Katsuki and wishing she had taken a picture or video of it.

"This game is stupid!" he stumbled back to his feet and walked away. "Wait a minute!" Eijirou called after him before giving chase and Kaminari followed his lead. "If you try that again, I'm gonna blast your damn face off!" he screamed, and you knew he was referring to you.

Still, you couldn't help but smile and sat up on the floor. "Were you really pretending to be unconscious?" Ashido questioned and you pressed a finger to your lips, indicating for her to keep quiet and to keep it a secret.

#rumi x reader #katsuki x reader #mirko x reader #katsuki x you #mirko x you #katsuki x y/n #mirko x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama: one shot #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: one shot

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SafeHouse || Three

Previous

I spent most of the time in lessons looking out for Malfoy and waiting for his arrival, dont ask me why, I had no idea myself, but I would tell you it was to make sure he was okay, for Hagrids benefit.

The rest of the time was spent in the library, trying to catch up on my studies and incase I had missed anything from the two years I spent at Beaubaxtons on a different learning course.

I hadn't seen a lot of Ron and Harry, only really Hermione and that was mostly just in silence as we both studied.

It was Thursday, in potions class with the Gryffindors when Malfoy swaggered in, his right arm bandaged up and wrapped in a sling, he was acting as though he was this heroic survivor who had just slain a dragon to save a poor village, not a prick who decided to piss off a Hippogriff. 

"How is it, Draco?" Pansy simpered after him "does it hurt much?"

"Yeah" Malfoy replied, putting on a brave grimace. But I as well as the rest of the class caught the wink he sent to his two cronies when Pansy looked away, making me roll my eyes at the show.

"Settle down, Settle down" Professor Snape told the class, I rolled my eyes again at the fact that the only people who were talking was Malfoy and Parkinson.

We were making a shrinking solution today.

Malfoy decided to set up his cauldron next to Ron and Harry so they would be preparing their ingredients on the same table whilst I worked on a table with Hermione.

I heard Malfoy call out to Professor Snape "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm-"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoys roots for him" Snape had instructed my twin without looking up.

I watched how my brother went Brick red

"Theres nothing wrong with your arm" I saw him hiss at Malfoy.

I looked at Hermione, her giving me a grimace back as we sensed Ron would be losing it very quickly, and with Snape in charge this surely would end badly for my dear brother.

"you dont mind do-"

"Go, make him switch with you, its fine" Hermione told me

I walked over to Harry and Ron, trying my best to go unnoticed By Snape, I may be a Slytherin, but it didn't mean he was that keen on me.

"Hey, Ron do you mind switching with me, I cant quite see the board from my place, but I don't wanna leave Hermione on her own" I hinted to him

"Really? maybe you should just write to mum, she can- Ow, okay, see ya Harry" He finally got it after I kicked him in the shin, then picked up his own stuff and brought it over to my old spot.

"Thanks" Harry mumbled to me, probably glad that he wouldn't have to pull Ron off of Malfoy and most likely ending up in detention.

"I'm pretty sure Snape meant the other Ginger, but you'll do, I guess" Malfoy rolled his eyes.

I returned it as I cut up his daisy roots neatly, knowing nothing else would be good for his Majesty "will that be all your royal highness?" I asked him with no emotion.

Instead of answering me, he called to Snape again "And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned" he told the greasy man with a malicious laugh

"Potter, you can skin Malfoys Shrivelfig" Harry made quick work on it, throwing it back to Malfoy, almost hitting me in the face with it in the mean time.

"Seen your pal, Hagrid lately?" Malfoy asked us quietly

"Mind your business" I whispered back at him, not bothering to look up just to be met with his stupid smirk.

"I'm afraid he wont be a teacher much longer,' Malfoy explained, putting on a voice of mock sorrow, as if he actually cared "Fathers not very happy about my injury"

"I'm sorry Malfoy, I don't remember asking, I'm much more interested in making this potion" I snapped, finally breaking to lift my head up to face him, I could hear Harry let out a chuckle next to me, making sure to keep his face well out of sight.

Malfoy didn't find my comment near enough as funny as he furrowed his eyebrows, a glare of hatred seeping onto his dull pale face, but before he could say anything my attention went to poor Neville, and Snape who had a ladle of his potion and sneering at him.

"Orange, Longbottom" He dropped the ladle back into the cauldron, letting it splash so that everyone in the class could see. "Orange. Tell me boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?" my jaw dropped at how cruel that horrible man could really be, no wonder he was Slytherins Head of House, no offence to myself.

"Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly that only one rat spleen was needed? didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? what do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"

Neville was pink and trembling, any more and he sure would be a fountain of tears.

"Please, sir" Hermione pleaded "please, I could help Neville put it right-"

"I dont remember asking you to show off Miss Granger, Longbottom at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."

"Sir" I couldn't help myself as I grabbed his and the rest of the classes attention

"Keira, what are you doing?" Harry hissed at me

"Yes, Miss Weasley" He drawled

"Dont you think that if Neville is constantly messing up his potions in your classes, but hes good in everything else, that maybe, you're the problem? Hm, because, aren't you the teacher?" I saw Ron and Hermiones eyes bulge, but a proud smile on Ron's face that I actually just said that to him

"Detention Miss Weasley! I will not accept those sorts of accusations in my Class, Your lucky you're in my house, other whys there would be a lot more of Points missing for the hourglass, Back to your potions, all of you!" He ordered all of us

"Keira, well done! why would you do that, its only gonna come back and bite you!" Harry lectured me" Who knows what he's going to make you do in detention"

"I cant stand bullies!" I rolled my eyes

"Maybe your dumber than I thought, Weaslette" Malfoy chuckled

"Nice one, Weasley!" Seamus Finnigan told me as he came up beside Harry. "Hey, Harry" he greeted him as he leaned over to borrow his brass scales "Have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning- they reckon Sirius Black has been sighted."

"Where?" Harry asked him, Malfoy lifting his head to listen closely.

"Not too far from here" Seamus said excitedly "It was a Muggle who saw him. Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles just think hes an ordinary criminal, dont they? So she 'Phoned the telephone hotline'. By the time the ministry of magic got there, he was gone." 

Catching Malfoy still eavesdropping I thought it best No more was said until it was safer to talk

"Thanks Seamus, for letting us know" I gave him a smile

"Anytime, Keira, see ya round? maybe up Hogsmeade for a butterbeer?" He asked me

"Seamus, Haven't you got a potion to explode?" My brother called from his table, making Seamus glare at him and walk back to his table

"Wait was he asking me ou-

"Yes, Weasley, wow your obliviousness is really astounding, you could give Potter a run for his gold" Malfoy said

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now. This potion needs to stew before it can be drunk; clear away whilst it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's ..."

Harry and I packed up our unused ingredients, then met Ron at the Wash basin as Hermione mumbled instructions to Neville out of the corner of her mouth.

"Your an idiot, Keira!" He told me

"Gee thanks" I deadpanned "love you too"

"You should of just kept your mouth shut, dont be surprised if mum sends an howler" 

"Wow, didn't realise talking bad to a teacher is as bad as stealing a flying car and getting caught by muggles and ending up on the front page of newspapers"

"Sorry, mate but she's got you there" Harry chimed in

"shut up Harry!" Ron said

With the end of the lesson in sight, Snape was by Nevilles Cauldron

"Gather round" Snape told us "And watch what happens to Longbottoms Toad. if he managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. if, as I dont doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned."

I held my breath as the Gryffindors looked fearful and the Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Nevilles Toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into his now green potion. He trickled a few drops down the toads throat.

There was a moment of silence, in which it gulped, followed by a small pop and a tadpole was wriggling in Snapes palm.

The Gryfindors and I broke into applause, clearly dampening Snapes mood, as he fixed the tadpole, bringing back a toad.

"Five points from Gryffindor" said Snape, cutting short their cheers

"What!?"

"Something to say , Miss Weasley, you've grown into the Gryffindor Cheerleader lately, we might have to have another sorting ceremony" Snape said in a bored monotone voice

"Sir, how is that fair?! Your taking points away, because your student got a potion right, I would've thought that would make you glad, that your teaching seems to be working"

"Miss Weasley, if you speak again during this lesson, you will be in detention until you finish seventh year!" He told me.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me now, Most of the Slytherins laughing amongst each other, all but Malfoy.

After class, instead of joining my friends for lunch I went to the library, this time just to cool down and be by myself for a while until my next class.

I hated potions with a passion, it was a class I was good at but everything about it just pissed me off, especially the professors that taught it, I've never met a good Potions Professor.

I had managed to fall asleep where I was sat at the library, meaning I would be late for my Defence Against The Dark Arts class, once again with the Gryffindors.

I raced to the classroom, throwing the door in a rush but luckily Lupin wasn't there yet, but everyone had their eyes on me as i stood there panting. Luckily Hermione had saved me a seat, as I rushed to get my stuff out of my bag

"Where were you?" Ron asked me, rather louder than I would of liked, from the table next to us "And why weren't you at lunch, you've been skipping a lot of meals lately, mum wont like that"

"Shut up Ronald, its not like you dont eat enough for the both of us" I sneered

"Har har, but why are you late, you coulda got in trouble if lupin wasn't late either"

"I fell asleep in the library, alright, why are you so bothered" I rolled my eyes.

Lupin then walked in, looking a considerably lot better than when we saw him on the train.

"Good afternoon, would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands,'

Ron and I met eye contact Instantly, curiosity obvious in both our eyes.

Lupin led us to the new classroom "What d'ya reckon we'll be doing?" I asked the other three

"Whatever it is, I hope it has nothing to do with Cornish Pixies" Harry grumbled

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion "is this another long story thing?" I asked them

"Not really, lockhart brought cornish pixies to our lesson last year, and caused chaos, poor neville even got stuck on the chandelier, bless him" Hermione sighed at the memory

"Glad I wasn't there than, I hate heights"

Turning a corner we were met with Peeves, who I had met very quickly when Fred and George planned a prank with him after telling me they were going to give me the Fred & George grand Hogwarts tour, there was nothing grand about it.

Peeves was floating upside down in the air and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

"Loony, loopy lupin" Peeves sang repeatedly, we waited for Lupin to put an end to Peeves shenanigans as most teachers did but were surprised to see him still smiling

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole, if I were you, Peeves, Mr filch wont be able to get in to his brooms." After the only reply he got in return was a loud wet raspberry, Lupin sighed and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell,' he told us "please watch carefully"

he pointed his wand to shoulder height "Waddiwasi" than pointed it at Peeves. I watched in amusement as the Piece of gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves left nostril, causing the poltergeist to zoom off with a string of curses.

I let out a laugh, some of the class joining me

"Cool, sir!" Dean Thomas said, his eyes shining bright with a smile up to his eyebrows as if he just met his idol

"Thank you, Dean, Shall we proceed?" He asked us as he put away his wand

We started of again and I took notice how most of the class looked at our Professor, with much more respect.

We finally got to our destination "inside, please" Professor Lupin ushered us in.

We were stood in a staff room, full of mismatched chairs was empty apart from one teacher.

Professor Snape, he looked surprised to see us coming in, before Lupin could close the door, he interrupted him.

"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this" Getting to his feet he strode past us, his black robes billowing behind, giving him a dramatic flare. Before stopping at the door. "Possibly no ones warned you, Lupin but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear" He sneered. Neville had gone considerably scarlet.

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation" Lupin replied "and im sure he will perform it admirably." Wow, Lupin was making fast work of becoming my favourite Professor already.

Snape curled his lip, clearly not liking the response "Miss Weasley, you must not forget your detention tonight, you might want to discuss with some of your beloved Gryffindors on how to properly clean things, maybe" and with that he left, shutting the door with a snap. it was now my turn to turn red as some of my fellow Slytherins laughed

"How the hell did you become hated by your own Head of House so much, Miss Weasley?" Lupin asked me, making my eyes go wider

"Wow, thanks Sir" he gave a laugh at my reply

"Now, then" he beckoned our attention back to the class and leading us towards the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old Wardrobe. Lupin went to stand next to it.

I jumped back as the Wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about" Professor told us calmly "There's a boggart in there.' for someone who told us not to worry, he was sure going the wrong way about it. "Boggarts like dark enclosed spaces,' said Professor Lupin as he continued to list spaces that Boggarts like.

He then asked us what a Boggart was, and of course Hermione answered, giving an answer that belonged in an cyclopedia, then Harry answered a question, trying his best to concentrate with Hermione a bundle of answers ready to untangle. 

I was starting to get nervous about the practical, if we really had to go up against a boggart, what even was my biggest fear that would scare me so much, surely it wouldn't be heights, how scary can that be when I know that i'm safe and on the ground.

Luckily my last name was Weasley so there was probably a fat chance that I would even have to go up against it in the time for our class, I don't think I could stand the humiliation of someone knowing one of my weaknesses.

I tuned back into what was being discussed when professor Lupin told us "The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practise the charm without wands first. After me please, ... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus" we chanted after

"Good, very good. But that was the easy part, i'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville"

The wardrobe shook again, all I could think was, better him than me, As Neville walked forward.

"Right, Neville."

•

"Whew, thank God for Harry Potter" I sighed as I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead as the class walked out of the room

"Gee thanks, glad to be of service" He deadpanned

"Thanks to you, I didn't have to be humiliated by having whatever my worst fear shown in front of the whole class, ugh, I could kiss you right now" I gushed as I cupped his face in my hands, his eyes going wide

"Wait, really?" He looked at me with this sort of hopeful look in his eyes as I held his face

"No!" Ron said as he pulled the back of my robes away from his friend

"You're no fun, Ronald" I complained.

"So, Harry whens Quidditch starting again?" Ron asked, quickly changing the subject

"I dont know really, I kinda just wait for Wood to tell us, my own personal alarm clock" Harry joked

"Who's wood? sounds like a pretty weird name"

"He's Gryffindors quidditch team Captain, he's in seventh Year" Hermione told me as we neared the Great Hall

"Wait, hang on, So this kid-

"Keira, Hes seventeen"

"Anyways, He rides brooms, team captain, and his names wood, that's the most boring but funny thing I've ever heard" I laughed

"Potter, I wanna talk to you about the upcoming season" A Scottish voice said behind us, I turned to see who had coincidentally brought that up after just discussing it, and I was met with the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life.

I was transfixed as I stared at him, how could someone be so perfect, i'm pretty sure this is what love at first sight was

"What are you doing?" I broke out of my trance to see My friends had left with Captain dreamy and Malfoy had took their spot

"Who's that?" I pointed at the love of my life

"Him? Gryffindors captain, Oliver Wood, he's got this weird obsession with Quidditch, its like his only personality trait" Malfoy drawled

"Thats wood?!" I stopped still, My future husband was an athlete, better yet, captain.

"Yeah, why?"

"Is he single?" I faced Malfoy now

"He's like four years older than you" He blinked at me

"You didn't answer my question" I sighed after Wood had completely left my vision

"whatever Weasle- wait where are you going?" He jogged after me as I walked away from the Great Hall and to the dungeons

"To my dorm? to mentally prepare myself for my detention with Snape" I told him the truth

"What, and your not going to have dinner?"

"No, I don't wanna sit at the table, and its more stricter at dinner, anyways, its none of your business, bye Malfoy" before he could say anything else, I sprinted away from him so I could nap.

I was currently in the freezing cold dungeons in Snapes Classroom, cleaning up the mess from this morning as Snape marked Homework.

As I cleaned I was singing a muggle song "just the two of us" under my breath, to keep my spirits bright.

"Weasley!" Snape shouted over my singing as I got louder without even realising

"yep, yeah, sorry sir"

"Just...the ...two of us" I started again, pretending as if I were singing into a mic

"Goodbye, Miss Weasley!" Snape pointed at the door.

Score, that wasn't even my intention.

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The Knights Three & Princess B NSFW drabble wip 🙇🏻‍♀️

“Oi, I ain’t never had unspoiled cunt.” Gerard bellows loudly in what could be described as laughter.

Why had she come there, the princess questions herself silently, Gerard’s hot breath on her face evoking her doubt. She stands before the city guardsman with cheeks and ears alight, dressed in her sleeping linens, sheer and light for the relentless summer nights. In her defense, the princess did wear a boyish cape, weathered at its hem and broad enough to devour her frame.

Gerard inches closer, the delight in his eyes causing her to pull back, only to be stopped by the broad chest of a fellow guardsman.

She had almost forgot Jehan was there, how silent the second-in-command was while Gerard gleefully delighted in the princess’s offer. 

Cool breath kisses burning ears, a soft, sing-song voice offering a terrifying presumption. “You’ll break her. Look at you.”

“I? Look at YOU.” Gerard, a stout man of a considerable girth, indicates the taller, slender knight. Jehan pulls away from the princess’s back and steps in front of her, bitter bickering ensuing between the two men.

All the princess had wanted was to get fucked, offering the two guardsmen her maidenhead if they were to give her what she wanted. She didn’t care too much for the thought of her virginity. She had already bled, riding her horse as she raced it through the royal woods, so the show of the break was long impossible. She has touched herself plenty of times, indulged and coveted the idea of fullness much grander than what her small fingers could offer. 

She had thought she could rely on Gerard for this, the knight having been friendly and kind enough. He was handsome, in his own way. Besides, he carried his armor well. He would keep this secret, she presumed, and would not deny the daughter of his liege…. so she came to call on him in her desperation only to find that Jehan was there too. 

Would two be too much?

She concludes she will never know, wrapping the weathered cape around her shoulders as the argument ( lost in the background of her loud disappointment ) grows more heated by the second.

Lithe fingers barely finish tying the cloak around her shoulders when the two knights fall silent. Back turned to them, she laughs, assuming they had come to some staunch agreement.

“Have you made your decisions, Sers?” Her inquiry falls from smiling lips, lips that remain curled in delight until she turns and sees an imposing figure in the shadows of the barracks.

Golden hues dance from each of the knights faces, now drained of their color. The room remains gravely silent until:

“What decisions would that be, Your Grace?” The voice is cold, commanding and familiar. It always cooled her blood, caused her palms to sweat. Even in the shadows, she can see the dull light flickering in his gaze.

“I… I had asked,” she stutters as Henry inches into the light, his mountainous frame creating a great shade of its own.

“She came to… to, uh, inquire if we were to accompany her to the tradesman’s alley.” Gerard’s formality sounds funny in his lowborn timbre, the princess thinks, but can delight little in it now.

The knight commander had always intimidated the princess. He was notoriously harsh, uncouth, and hardly a man of pleasantries. Every interaction with him had been unpleasant, his gaze fixated on her in a way she surmises was resentment. She had overheard plenty of whispers about him, the plainness of his cruelty in place of honor.

But those were only rumors.

Henry reacts naught to his lesser guardsman and passes a glance to his second-in-command. Jehan remains unsteadily still. 

The commander of the city guard passes his subordinates leisurely, standing, no, towering over the princess.

“And what were your answers? Surely you would not deny the princess an escort?” those dark orbs burrow deeply into her flesh, she desperate to shrink away, “my curiosity bequeaths me to ask: what does a princess need from lowly craftsmen when she can be patroness to an artisan?” His question mocks her, she’s sure of it. He looks down on her, literally and figuratively. She feels it in her very core.

Backed into a corner, she snaps.

“You are so bold to question me? Tread lightly, Ser.” Tension settles in the room. The princess, notoriously meek and shy, cannot believe she arrogantly asserts her authority over him. She expects retaliation until:

“Gods, enough of this farce!” Henry bellows, his laughter filling the room. “Ah, well,” stately head rolls on its neck, his skewed gaze trained on his subordinates.

“It seems they are speechless, princess. I will make the decision for them.” Before she knows it, a strong arm wraps around her waist and hoists her up with ease, as if she were as light as a feather. She is placed on the small, rickety table in the center of the room.

Henry bends to meet her gaze and whispers, “so desperate to be filled… you’d let anyone fuck you.” An involuntary whimper falls from plush tiers, cheeks burning at the painful truth in his words, at the realization he had been there the whole time, listening, watching.

He delights in her desperation, she concludes, but does not challenge him. That painful ache in her core, that yearning, devours her now. She is shameless in her quest for satisfaction, she understands that, and finds that Henry, despite his former callousness, is willing, now, to give her what the two other guardsmen were incapable of.

Caged between two arms, the princess turns her head from the commander’s dark gaze as he undeniably inspects her like she was a piece of equipment, a sheath for his sword.

He was striking, his face unobstructed by a gaudy helm, imposing frame without its hefty armor. This is the first time she’s able to indulge in his features… well, perhaps only in her periphery.

Large hand raises just as Henry stands upright, pinching her chin between his fingers and commanding her gaze.

“Would three be enough for you?”

#usfw #ooc.wip

[sarah-kings]

Curses and Thimbles (chapter two) - Cowardice and coffee

Here is the next chapter of "curses and thimbles", picking off right where we last left off, I hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

It was only meant to be a quick in and out, how did it end up like this?

First Jon almost lost his grip while climbing with his gear, then the office suddenly just SWARMED with people who came out of nowhere and when he tried getting some coffee his hook broke and NOW he was stuck in a mug, drenched in coffee!

If the mug was only the slightest bit fuller, then he at least would have been able to make an attempt at climbing out, but with the mug half full and too deep he was sitting ducks, struggling to keep himself above the surface.

Oh, Asha is going to love hearing how he messed up this time.

"Little Jon did it again, he fell in the beans mug yet still didn't get the slightest drop of coffee as his borrowing", he could already hear her in his head.

"God, I hope it's Gael who'll find me and not her" Jon prayed, trying to suppress the thoughts of her teasing and other childish plays that he would have to endure until she'd finally rescue him.

A startled gasp escaped Jon when he heard the distant taking of two men approaching, needing to suppress a scream when he suddenly felt the mug being lifted up.

"Oh, NONONONONO-", it was screaming in his head .

"Stop!", he yelled out in a panic when one of the men was about to take a sip of the coffee, now staring down at his mug, icey blue eyes meeting wide brown ones.

"Oh God, NOT the crazy one!", it was screaming in his head as he recognized the bean that was holding the mug.

"Ey, Liam, you still with me?", the other man asked, snapping his fingers infront of Liam's face.

"Huh- oh, yeah, yeah", he mumbled, still staring directly at Jon.

He took everything back what he thought earlier, he would've liked it a lot more for Asha to find him instead of the bean who was known amongst the other borrowers as the one who'd speak nonesense about some case he made up and tried to prove to his colleagues.

"Is there a fly in your coffee or why are you staring at it so intensely?"

"Uh- yeah, there's something in my coffee.

I'll be right back."

Oh, for HEAVENS sake, couldn't Jon's day get ANY worse?

Before he knew it a pair of fingers grabbed him by the back of the shirt, causing Jon to grab at its collar and attempting to keep it low enough not to cause him to choke.

Dripping coffee and dangling high above the ground all Jon was able to do was not to look down, lest his fear of heights get the better of him.

Don'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlooOH GOD I LOOKED DOWN!

Panick started to claw up his feet, slowly filling him as his legs now started to uselessly kick and breath starting to pick up, fear tearing at his chest and setting his lungs on fire with each breath.

Deep breaths were taken as an attempt to calm his nerves, but if it wasn't for his shirt collar digging into his throat he might have had a better chance to stay calm.

The moment Jon felt ground under his feet he practically collapsed, heaving in deep breaths, still on the verge of hyperventilating and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Thisiswaytoomuchthisiswaytoomuchthisiswaytoomuchthisiswa-

His breath hitched in the back of his throat when two hands practically slammed down next to him, Jon shrinking back and scooting away as much as he could when the huge face of the bean now was starting down at him intensely.

"What the hell are you?", came his voice.

Not a single syllable of the words spoken stuck to Jon, all he could focus on was the way the bean said them.

Cold, monotone, well calculate and sounding dead like some machine.

That and…in a somewhat funny sounding way?

He swore he had heard it before, like an accent of sorts?

Yes, his aunt had an accent like that.

Aunt aunt aunt...MARIE! That was her name!

Wait, no, Jon, focus, you've got to focus, don't spiral don't spiral don't spiral don't -

The tapping of fingers next to him was what brought him back to reality, the only reply Jon being able to muster up being to let out a small, pathetic, nervous laugh.

God, even the pinky of that bean was bigger than him!

Why did he have to come across the one bean that was concidered as tall amongst the others?

"So? Are you gonna answer me or do I have to take MORE drastic measures to make you tell me what you are?"

At that Jon gulped, shaking as he aimlessly tried scooting farther away from the looming face above him.

"In trouble?", he let out with a nervous laugh, flinching when the face leaned in closer again.

"M-may I go now?"

Jon was such a wreck of a mess that he didn't even concider cussing himself out for how pitiful he sounded.

"Only if you answer me some questions", came the cold, calculated voice of Liam.

"O- alright", stuttered Jon.

"Who and what are you?"

That…wasn't the first thing he thought what would come as a question.

"Uh…I'm Jon…Jon Sanchez?"

"Jon Sanchez…" the much taller man rolled the name out on his tongue, looking thoughtful as he fixed his slipping glasses and looked like he was taken a mental note.

"Can I- just- go no-?" "Not so fast", he got cut off, the gaze of the man sharpening.

"I still don't know what you are.

What are you doing here?

Are you a spy?

Were you sent out to find out more about our operations?"

…Oh. So that's what the other borrowers meant when they called him crazy.

Not only did he seem nuts, he ALSO sounded paranoid beyond reason.

Once again not a single word made it across to Jon.

"…What?" "Answer me", the bean demanded, a startled yelp escaping Jon when the two hands next to him slammed down once more.

"Alright, alright! I'm only here for food!"

"Food?", the other man echoed.

"M- maybe the coffee earlier, but I swear, NOTHING else!", came the desperate attempt of satisfying Liam's curiousity.

If there was one thing Jon learnt it was that curiousity was best off sated, if he would just starve the man from answers he'd be kept here even longer.

"Hmm…", the man hummed above him.

"You can't leave." "WHAT", it burst out of Jon's mouth, no matter how much his mind was screaming at him to stay quiet.

He couldn't get caught.

Oh no no nonononono, NOT again!

One time already was one time too much.

"Who knows what kind of conversations you could've eaves dropped into, there is nobody who could stop you from spreading them to the public."

"I don't even KNOW what you do out there all day long! P- please, just let me go!"

"You're trying to tell me that you wouldn't know what we, the FBI, do out there all day, even despite you JUST saying that you would come here to gather food and coffee?" "YES!"

"Well, I still just can't let you go." "You said you would if I answered your questions!"

"Hey, calm down, stop crying."

At that Jon paused.

A shaky hand went up to his cheek, Jon feeling fresh streaks of tears running down his face.

Oh no no nonono he PROMISED himself he wouldn't cry anymore, he PROMISED, he promised he promised he promis-

"Liam, what's taking you so long?"

The second the man took his everlasting gaze from Jon the smaller man emideatly scrambled to his feet, making a run for his dear life and hiding behind the coffee maker and crashing down on his knees, chest heaving as he tried to calm his nerves, hands clasped over his mouth as a force of habit to muffle the amount of sound.

"I swear, it was right here", he caught Liam saying to his colleague.

"Yes, sure, Liam, and your old English teacher who died years ago secretly was Santa Clause", came his sarcastic answer.

"Hey, I never said that! It was my Latin teacher, not my English teacher."

"Mhm, sure, Liam."

God, Jon had to get as far away from that crazy bean as possible.

Without second thought Jon disappeared through the entrance hidden behind the power plug, his legs carrying him all the way as he ran down the tunnels.

All wind was knocked out of him when he didn't watch where he was running, colliding with Gael and both of them now splattered out on the floor.

Slowly collecting themselves each of them sat up.

"Jon?", Gael said in surprise.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?

And why are you just drenched in cof-"

He cut himself off when he saw Jon's frightened expression, his face was as white as chalk and eyes blown wide in a panic, tears still were running down his face.

It had been only once before when he saw Jon in such a panic before.

"Oh… Jon, don't tell me…" "I'M SORRY!"

Gael was taken aback by that.

"I messed up again, I always mess up, I'm sorry I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorryI-" "Hey", Geal interrupted by grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Breathe", he breathed out the word, slowly, Jon quick to catch on as always and taking multiple deep breaths.

"Let's get you home, first of all, make sure you're alright and get you changed out of these damp clothes, ok?

Then we'll talk."

It was soon that Jon realized that this was about to be the worst talk he has ever had in his entire life.

_

Liam was slouching in front of his computer, fingers drumming on his desk as he was looking at the bright screen.

A small humm escaped him, fingers now hovering above the keyboard.

No, that's rediculous, he thought.

There was no way that this so called "Jon Sanchez" could have his own file.

After all, last time Liam checked three inch tall people weren't the typical civilian you would see on a daily basis.

And yet…

Curiousity got the better of him, fingers typing out the name of the small man he had just encountered.

Liam blinked.

His pose straightened and leaned forward to take in the screen better.

"Jon Sanchez, missing person case", he read out to himself, eyes falling on the picture attached to the file.

Brown eyes, black hair, a wild, spiky hairstyle...

It all fit if he was to compare it to the so called Jon he just met.

Now, only the age has to-

Liam let himself fall back into his seat, looking at the screen in disbelief.

The case was 21 years old, unsolved.

"What the heck happened to you, John?", Liam asked himself, figuring that this missing kid and the man from earlier HAD to be the same person, this could be no coincidence.

#curses and thimbles #my wrtitng #gt writing #oc: jon sanchez #oc: gael lynch #oc: liam #giant tiny #giant tiny writing #gt #liam is an oc mostly belonging to a friend of mine. be nice to Liam :)

[dradkssjko]

ASSORTED LMK HCS BC I WANNA TALK ABOUT EM!!!! keep in mind i've only seen up to s3 ep10 so stuff may change later/be wrong

also sum spoilers for s3,,

red son loves snow and the cold a lot !! she cannot touch the snow for longer than a second bc itll melt immediately and then evaporate, which is partially why she adores it sm, bc its rlly fascinating to her!!! the cold just feels nice

optional: red son with snow related pronouns (i was thinking snow/hail)

however, they cannot swim, bc all the water would just simultaneously boil n evaporate around them and they would slowly sink to the bottom with an air bubble surrounding them

red's hair is constantly dry from being lit all the time, and it absorbs water and product like nothing

the first swaddle his parents put red son in was burnt to a crisp bc they didnt know what his powers were gonna be, so they immediately had a fire proof one made just for him :]

one time pigsy barked at tang it was rlly funny

pigsy is actually rlly helpless when it comes to making any food that isnt on his menu

tang has a rlly big dog and his apartment's landlord doesnt allow pets and he has to keep her a secret (her name is bao, n he 100% named her after baozi). one time he had to drape a blanket over her and try to convince the landlord that it was just a big box (IT FUCKING WORKED BTW)

pigsy's noodles r actually tang's safe/comfort food :]

tang has a bunch of nicknames/pet names in store for pigsy but doesnt know if he should use any of them yet (at least before/during early relationship)

pigsy finds the vitiligo on tang's hands n fingers rlly pretty and he just wants to hold his hands and kiss them MWAH

tang actually asks wukong to teach him how to fight! bc he doesnt want to be helpless in the face of danger and maybe be more helpful!! pigsy sometimes joins in and sometimes mk too if hes bored, and even mei would!! they would all spar and yea itd be fun!!!!

red son still has no idea what mk's name is; for all he knows, his name could literally be "noodle boy"

the type of stone a simian demon comes out of determines their markings n colors; macaque was obsidian, wukong was sunstone

mk also finds red son's vitiligo very pretty

mk really wants to wear red son's glasses

the reflections that talk to mk r actually the staff :3c

tang was the only one able to see out to the real world during shadow play and its why he was fighting so hard to stop his shadow self :(

tang doesnt want to be thought of as any different which is why he hasn't told everyone the full extent of his fight with macaque :(

the mayor can shrink and enlarge his eyes

tang works best under pressure; he's able to make meaningful decisions during stressful situations, even when he knows others won't like it, and he tries to do what's best for everyone and do the things the others aren't willing/able to do themselves :( (ex. turning the ship away from lbd and continuing the samahdi fire ritual)

UMMM LAST ONE!!! macaque if/when they get redeemed they start a flower garden!!! its set on the mountain where he decieved mk and fought wukong, and he gives them out as apologies!! he also did his research into each of their meanings!!! wukong only knows where the garden is put bc while he was reminiscing he went to the place where he fought macaque n saved mk and found macaque tending to his garden :]

THATS ALL FOR NOWW

#monkie kid #lmk #U CAN IGNORE ME IF U WANT IM JUST TALKING #oh god character tags #tang lmk #red son lmk #mk lmk #pigsy lmk #thats all im tagging its fine #'mk lmk' is a funny tag i think

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 9-10

Uh huh. So im just supposed to believe that the people of ninjago city are scared of serpentine ppl (like skyler) when the serpentine just saved them from the overlord

Skyler: i wish i still had the power to change

Kai: you have changed, your with us now.

Thats actually so sweet

Kryptarium prison: jail for the worst of the worst.

Dont the ninja get thrown in here once

Pythor: AND forced me to take a shrinking pill!

That wasn’t for you and NO ONE told you to jump and take it.

Cole: ill handle this!

(Throws rocks at prison bars almost freeing inmates)

Cole you dumbass.

Keep forgetting these two anacondrai are kapow and chope. They changed :(

They were so goofy before

Lloyd: we cant let him get into the wrong hands! Literally…

Pythor: oh i get it, its literal because of my size. 😒 Well, im a little sensitive so-

Garmadon: a little sensitive?

Love them pun teaming

Cole: It aint fair! Why do they get weapons and we dont!

Jay, completely serious: Everythings a weapon in the big house. (Fights an anacondrai with a toothbrush)

Jay have you gone to jail

Cant believe Wus snake racist

Maybe he should have gone with the ninja and seen the snakes new civilization under ground

Lloyd: I lost him

Garmadon: wha- What do you mean you lost him?!? Find him!!!

Hes such a dad 😭

Wait wait wait i forgot when were there pirates

Oh ok when garmadon brought them to life with the mega weapon.

Got it

Why is it that they never use their elemental power when they actually need to

COLE. DONT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. NOW THEYRE ALL GONNA ESCAPE.

(Cole, busting down walls to escape.)

Jay: when people try to bust out of jail, they do so quietly. not literally!!!

Jay. Have you. Been to. Jail.

Okay pythors actually hilarious

THE MEME SCREAM

ITS BEEN SO LONG

Jay: what happened to ‘we stay as one?’

Garmadon: this isnt a vote jay, this is war.

Good to know jay knows when to stfu

I actually feel like sometimes he takes garmadon more seriously than Wu

I feel so bad for Garmadons guilt, like honestly, the letter isnt even that bad. Yeah its a dickish thing to do. But if wu and misako dwell on it and get angry then thats on them, it happened YEARS ago and it was chen who pressured him.

Misako: theres smth wrong… what aren’t you telling me.

Garmadon: were on the threshold of war and im a man-snake. Take your pick.

Jenfusbdjfbskne

Misako: the letter? Oh! It was the reason i fell in love with you.

Oh.

Well…

Lloyd probably felt like he scared that kid with the dragons blast, but he didnt get to see how the kids eyes sparkled and threw his soccer ball away, asking anyone if they wanted to play dragons 😭

I actually love Coles dragons design.

This whole season Cole has a sort of greenish glow to his powers but im pretty sure later its more lava like and I cant decide which one I like more.

Praise that old lady who only cares about driving her car and not being blocked by dragons in this madness

KAI STOP FIREBLOCKING THE ROADS.

NO NOT THE DRAGON LOVER KID

Wu let Garmadon be angry i feel like hes allowed to after everythings chens done to him 💀

STOOOP

NO.

CHEN.

YOU FUCKER.

GARMADON WAS GONNA TELL THEM HIMSELF.

HE WAS ABOUT TO.

IM GENUINELY ANGRY WTF CHEN.

im crying.

Wu bro pls hes sorry he said hes sorry

Ik if that happened to me I would be pissed asf

But still!!!!!

At least skylers keeping a steady head.

HFJSNFJDNSJNR

Wu's passive aggressiveness is so funny

And fair

He needs time and that's ok

Wu thinks a lot like an actual military or war general

Very strategic

KAI AT THE DOOMSDAY COMIX GIVING A SPEECH FOR HELP

JAY AT THE JUNKYARD

ZANE AT HIS MONUMENT STATUE

COLE AT THE PRISON

I'm so hyped

WAAAAR

THE LITTLE SNAKE BOY WITH A BOMBER JACKET MADE A HUMAN KID FRIEND IM CRYING

my favorite trope is when the city fights with the heroes

(statue and rocks fall down)

Awkward silence

The anacondrai a second later: ARAAARGRHRRRR

Pythor named the sewer rat Rodrigo

Is this pythors character arc???

Skyler after throwing her father: sorry, but i have a few daddy issues.

HFISNFJSJRKR

I said this in my last reaction but Garmadons urge to self sacrifice himself as an act of heroism to make up for what hes done/doesn’t think he deserves to live, is smth so obvious but smth i thought he changed and grew from

Now hes relapsing :(

Lloyd: you think im gonna stick around to watch you go! Fine! My real family needs me.

LLOYD NO 😭

I FORGOT GARMADON SACRIFICED HIMSELF BEFORE TURNING EVIL THIS IS GONNA KILL ME

Not the melodramatic music.

NOT THE FLASHBACKS

this is unfair

Lloyd literally a minute after (comes back): if anyone should be sending you off. Its me.

Well that was quick.

Had a whole realization in 0.5 seconds

Garmadon: I yearned to make the world in my image. I never realized I already had, in you.

Brb sobbing my eyes out

Even pythors like 😧

I love when rad snakes kill poser cultists

I hate that the “whats wrong! Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!” Joke from Cole was completely intentional in foreshadowing bc the anacondrai generals look just like Morro and Cole when theyre ghosts and the ghost seasons right after this

Chen: Save me skyler!

Skyler: 🙂

They made pythor big again :D

What the anacondrai generals said to Lloyd is probably the most respect hes been given for like, EVERYTHING EVER.

Skyler

No, no you dont. You DONT need to take up the family business. Let it burn to the ground. Its fine :)

NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY ARE YOU BURNING THE SPELLBOOK THATS SO USEFUL WTFFF

HFNSJFNSNR WHY IS MORRO HERE

he popped out of nowhere and that took me so off guard

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-I-Scene-3-888335384

Johnny couldn’t sleep. Then again, who would after all that had just happened to him? The train rumbled on somewhere deep below him, the noise mixed up with the quiet breaths of Sally, who slept sitting up in the seat across the way from him. The lights around them had dimmed—who’d done it, he had no idea—but the moonlight flitting in through the windows between what must’ve been surrounding trees gave everything a ghostly sheen. It was funny, he thought, how all the lights in the train had all been turned off, but there were no beds or means to turn these seats into them. You couldn’t even lay down on them; an armrest would be right in your back if you tried. There must be other cars for sleeping, I guess, he replied to himself. Gee, that’d be cozy. His heart sank a little at the thought of a nice, warm bed. He’d wished for one before, in this same way. There were times when all you wanted in the world was just to be back home in your own bed; out in the field he’d wanted it before. And now was no different.

Home… oh, home… Johnny turned to the window he’d quickly grown accustomed to gazing out. The shrinking moon looked down at him. He swore he could see disappointment in its pale face. Or maybe that was just his reflection. It was his fault he was stuck in this jam. He was the one who decided to run away. He was the reason he wasn’t just cozy and safe in his bed at home. Sure, he’d still feel terrible… but at least he wouldn’t feel this, this twisting kind of guilt and loneliness and fear. If only he hadn’t done this. If only he’d have just shoved down all his feelings and just tried his best not to make himself a nuisance for Polly.

Oh… Polly…

His throat choked up like he’d swallowed a cherry pit. His poor sister… he’d probably just caused even more worry for her now. God, why had he thought this would be better? He never should have left. I’m such a dumb coward… why’d I have to be so stupid? He shut his eyes tight against the tears he felt gathering up in them. I just can’t stop from being a burden…

A long creak tore through the silence. The sound seemed to split Johnny’s head in two. His thoughts suddenly left him, his eyes shooting open and looking at the end of the car, where the sound had come from. His breath quickened in time with his heart. Something had just come in through that door. And now it sounded like it was coming towards them.

It didn’t take long for him to break from the alert stare; Sally’s snoring made sure of that. If he could hear it, even above the noise of the train, that thing probably could too. He had to wake her up; whatever that was would be coming right for them if it heard her. Not to mention he did not want to be the only one awake to deal with this.

“Sally!” he hissed, staying as quiet as he could. “God, come on, you gotta wake up!” With his real hand, he shook the woman’s shoulder, trying to keep his head low all the while.

She grumbled, followed by a luxurious stretch and a long, loud yawn. Her eyes, though still bleary, fixed on him, disdain growing in them. “Quit your whining! My, you can be awfully annoying, you know,” she snapped. She was much too loud for Johnny’s liking, the hole in his stomach growing only bigger the more she spoke. “Really now, it’s still the middle of the night! I mean-”

“Shut it!” He jerked forward, covering her lipsticked mouth with his hand. He was shaking now. Though Sally quickly swatted him away, looking at him much like she wanted to kill him herself, the expression on her face changed to one of alertness as she heard the thing’s footsteps. And gosh, were they some footsteps. There was an odd pattern to them, like they were walking in time with some rhythm no one else could hear. They weren’t particularly heavy, either; whatever it was, it was certainly light on its feet. Its gracefulness or fancy footwork didn’t make Johnny’s breathing slow, though. Especially not as it drew closer, closer, and yet closer still.

Then he caught a glimpse of it. The briefest flash of moonlight revealed a mass of curly, red hair cresting a tall, pale figure. Though he hadn’t even gotten a real good look at it, the idea of what he could be looking at made the fear pumping through Johnny’s veins spike. He cried out in a sharp, loud shriek of fear. After that, the only warning they got was a quiet gasp. And then, fast as a bullet, something shot from the darkness at Sally’s face. What it was, heck if Johnny knew. All he did know was that he was terrified.

Now it was Sally’s turn to screech. However, hers was much more indignant than his. And then something seemed to snap in her; though it was still dim in the room, it was all clear as day. Her expression shifted from shocked to absolutely furious. With another shriek, this one filled with rage, she stood, clawing at the darkness. “Stupid, low, filthy ANIMAL! HELL IF YOU’LL HIT ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT, I’ll tell you THAT!” she yelled, anger making her usually smooth voice peak.

A whole commotion sounded; stumbling, banging, the works. Johnny shakily brought himself to his feet, dreading the sight of something terrible. Flitting in and out of darkness like a roll of film projected too slow, their fight unfolded. A frame of Sally vainly lashing at the figure, another of the pale thing stumbling back, the woman following in the next. Still quite afraid, Johnny took tentative steps after them. What would become of Sally? And more strikingly, what even was this thing she was fighting? The more he saw of it—a flash of blue, a hand, even what appeared to be a brown leathered boot—the less afraid he became. With a better look, it didn’t seem to be all that tall, and surely not all that hairy. What is that thing? Maybe…

His questions were promptly answered, however, beginning with a remarkably loud thud. Johnny winced at the sound, his eyes squeezing shut once again. Silence followed. Oh god. What’s happened? He almost dared not look. But he did.

Now, what hit him first was the sudden brightness of the room. Briefly blinded, he blinked against the amber light. Then the shapes gained colour, the colour gained depth, and the depth made a picture. “What… in the world?”

“Well, now I quite wish we would be in the dark rolling around again.” A smirk danced all throughout the words, as it did across the lady’s face. Against the wall at the far end of the car was Sally, unharmed at least, and another woman. Being pinned there. By Sally. The stranger giggled, her freckled cheeks curled in a crooked grin. Though what she’d said had been muddled by an almost impossibly thick Irish accent, you didn’t have to speak English at all to hear the flirtation in her tone.

Sally’s seething face slumped into one of annoyed disgust. “Ugh.” Quick as she had gotten into this position, she got herself out, stepping away and pulling her hands away. She crossed them against her chest with a huff. “Nevermind, Johnny. Just a false alarm.”

“Phew! Thank you, miss. Something was poking me right in the back!” Johnny’s eyes flicked to the wall behind the two, taking notice of a lightswitch. With a smooth step, the woman dipped down to Sally’s level from her spindly height. “Don’t mistake me, though. You can do that again anytime.” A push to the tip of her nose with one gloved finger easily shoved her away from the singer’s face. A snorting giggle left the new arrival as she straightened back up.

It was then that her piercing eyes finally settled on Johnny’s. A certain gentleness came to their lively light as they darted over his face. “Aw, so sorry for scaring you! Wasn’t my intent, I swear that much to you. Both of you.” It then occurred to him that his cheeks were wet, and his eyes warm with residual tears. She stepped around Sally, those long legs moving surprisingly fluidly. As she extended a handkerchief to Johnny, the realization finally really hit him. They had found another person. And another person who seemed to be able to put up a damn good fight, at that.

“Just a bit more than scaring us, don’t you think?” Sally snapped as she rubbed her bruised nose.

“Well? Dry your cheeks, sir!” the other woman said, ignoring her but apparently feeling she needed to fill up the silence that’d come around.

“Oh- oh, y-yes! Gosh, how rude of me…” Hand still shaking a titch, he took the handkerchief and dabbed his cheeks. “I’m Johnny. Johnny Ager. And she’s Sally.” His now dry eyes timidly met hers again.

“Sally Belle, if you don’t mind,” Sally cut in. “And what’s your name, exactly?”

The woman smiled, her grin boundlessly cheeky. “Orla Kelly! And lord, am I glad to make your acquaintances!”

#runaway train #art #original story #train #vintage #story #novel #illustrated book #illustrated novel #book #act I #skekilla

[hizashi-lover193]

Bakugo Katsuki x Gender Neutral reader

Characters: Gender Neutral Reader, Katsuki Bakugo, Abusive Mother

Contents: Fluff, angst

Warnings: One or two curse words, one female mention (its is corrected and part of the story), verbal violence.

Author's note: If you are having family issues, please don't be afraid to reach out to me for advice, help, hotlines, or just for someone to vent to. My DM's are open to you.

Word count: 763 words

You stood in front of Katsuki, fixing his tie. "Kat, I need you to stay ca-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stay calm. You've told me five times already." You shrink a little from him. "I-I'm sorry, I just...I just want to make sure she doesn't have a reason to go off tonight..." You can feel the tears building up behind your eyes.

Katsuki let out a small sigh. "Look at me." You did as he told you to. "It'll be fine. If she goes off, I'll be there to keep you safe, yeah?" You nodded. "Good. Now, continue fixing my tie, Baby."

You finish fixing his tie, and he applies his eyeliner. "Go get in the car. I'll get the gifts." He ordered. You nodded, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before going out to the car. A moment later, Katsuki walked outside as well, bags in hand.

After about half an hour of anxious driving, you finally arrived at your mother's house. You stepped out of the car, and Katsuki grabbed the bags, taking your arm in his as he knocked on the door.

Katsuki was wearing a black and red suit, while you were wearing a flowing black and purple dress, not unlike the dress you wore on your wedding. (both outfits will be pictured below and labeled)

Your mother answered the door and looked you up and down. She smiled and let you both inside. You walked in, and Katsuki set the gifts down on the counter. Your mother had invited you to a birthday celebration for yourself.

Katsuki put his arm around your waist as you both waited for an invitation to sit somewhere. Instead, your mother sat at the table and grabbed a small, wrapped box. "Consider this a wedding gift." She said, offering it to you. You looked up to Katsuki, who slightly pushed you forward with his arm. You stepped forward and took the box from your mother.

Katsuki watched you as you started opening the box, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Your mother looked over you at him. "You know, Sweety, you don't need to let him boss you around." She said. You stopped, still holding the ribbon in your hands. "Excuse me?" You ask. Your mother looked at you. "I told you that you don't need to let him boss you around all the time!" She said, slightly defensive now.

Katsuki took a step forward, a scowl on his face. You turned to face him. "It's okay, I've got this." Katsuki seemed to study your mother for a moment, then mumbled something and took a step back. You faced your mother once more. "He doesn't boss me around. He suggests and supports me." You said. Your mother rolled her eyes. "Just open your gift, Dear." She said.

You do as your told, and finish opening the gift. You were slightly confused. It was a baby onsie. Black. You looked up at your mother. "What is this?" You asked. You heard katsuki step up beside you, felt him put his arm around your waist again.

Your mother looked up at you, then at Katsuki, then back at you. "What do you mean? It's a baby onsie. You're clearly carrying-"" "Shut the hell up." Katsuki said. You looked up at Katsuki, but he was glaring at your mother. She looked like a fish out of water. Her mouth worked, and her eyes were slightly wide. It was actually kind of funny.

katsuki pulled you a little closer, still glaring at your mother, who finally seemed to regain her composure. "How dare you!" She said. Katsuki raised a brow, staying silent. "I'm your mother-in-law!" She continued. "How dare you disrespect me in such a way? I was just trying to be kind! I'm sorry that my daughter-" "I am NOT your daughter! I am not a woman!" You said. Katsuki tightened his grip on your waist a bit. "Fine! My child! I'm sorry that my child cannot hold a baby for you!"

katsuki was silent for a very long moment. He then grabbed the gifts from the counter. "Alright, Honey, go get in the car." He said. You nodded, tears of relief in your eyes. You waited in the car for several minutes. Katsuki made several trips, brings gifts out to the car. He then drove you both back home, and you finished the celebration at your house.

That night, katsuki held you extremely close. "I love you, Baby. You're perfect for me. Fuck your mom." He said, and gave you a kiss on your nose.

The purple and black dress that you wear.

The black and red suit that katsuki wears

#bnha bakugo katsuki #mha #anime boy #anime #bnha #bnha fluff #fluff #mha fluff #bnha headcannons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsukibakugou #bakugou #kacchan

[cosmicdreamt]

@memorieskept - kairos

it was almost silly, how he felt spending money on someone else's gift when he was already planning to spend the holidays with family. ( & that was the kicker, wasn't it? neff has been family for a long time, just as long as clemency, as long as whisper, as long as her ( should she choose to return, but that was a bitter thought ). ) so this gift was hardly out of the blue for someone who held the relationship she did with such a person as kairos serif.

in a box that perhaps a certain someone had to teleport in due to its size lies a few items, some of which seem to be inside jokes while others are genuine. one is a book with an old cover barely touched but clearly first print; the scarlet letter by nathaniel hawthorne - with a note that reads "read or sell, as long as it makes you smile later". the second is a shirt that is exactly her size ( fitted for extra room for possible shrinking later ) that is pure black but leads out into puffy sleeves that are glittery and purple with silver inlay like magic. the third is a pair of gray night time pants that have little angel wings on them, colored both silver and lavender.

the note on top simply reads, in glittery lavender ink: for the years you've stuck around, the years you've lived, and the years you'll yet face. happy yule, my friend, from one dreamer to another.

Christmas! || @memorieskept feat. Kairos

The snort of amusement at the sight of the book is possibly one she hadn't done is quite a while. She could leave it to Kairos to be able to bring it out of her however. Smile later? More like smile now.

And the clothing items. He always had an eye for what he thought would fit her best, didn't he? Right down to her comfy style casual-wear. Family indeed, weren't they? After the things she'd seen him go through, after the letters they'd traded and the children she'd met. It was funny...she didn't think he liked her much when they first met - but clearly that doesn't matter at this point.

For Neff it was never about getting a gift or not, but the thought behind anything she was given. It was knowing someone was thinking about her, that they knew the things she liked and knew what things reminded them of her in the first place - it was knowing that she had a place in the hearts of people who had a place in hers.

And she has to wipe her eyes to keep the tears from falling on the note, taking a deep breath through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.

"Thank you." She smiles as words are sent into the wind, hopefully reaching who they were meant for in some way or another.

For the years she's stuck around, the years she's lived, and the years she's yet to face - hopefully they'll all have something in common: having him and his family around.

#⋡☆《asks》—tarot readings #⋡☆《ic》—dreamcatcher #⋡☆《main || cafe》—cosmic cafe #memorieskept #christmas2023 #[[ WE'RE EMOTIONAL OKAY?? ]]

[valkblue]

i'd love to know some of your favourite romance and funny scenes from your work! 😍 and 😂 please ♡

🥰 Hi!! How are you!? I hope you have a nice day.

I don't have a lot of romantic moments in my story (sorry!! 😭) but if I have to pick one, it has to be from "Journey Into Night"… because that's where they all are for now 😅

Send me a 😍 for a random romantic scene from one of my works.

"I don’t know who leads this crew, where they’re settled now, or where they could come from, or even how many they actually are. All I know is that they suffered a huge blow not long ago, but…"

Lawrence’s gaze left hers to follow the lines of her face and Vivian felt herself blush, derailing her train of thoughts.

"It… that… it might cause them to get even m-more… vicious."

With careful fingers, Lawrence touched the bruises on Vivian’s neck and she held her breath and words. His hand rested on hers, still firmly clasped on her pendant, and it seemed to Vivian that Lawrence was wrestling with a thought, frowning with voiceless syllables on his lips.

She would have wanted to ask him what was going through his mind, what might cause him such a stir of emotions to the point that she couldn’t guess a single one of them anymore; was he remembering something, was he scared, or in pain somehow?

Yet, she didn’t say a thing, so as not to cut him short, should he finally speak. But Lawrence didn’t speak; he leaned towards her, crossing what little distance was still between them to brush her lips with his, not really a kiss, sparing the bruise and the cut at the corner of her lips.

Despite her surprise, Vivian didn’t shrink away from him. She discovered with curiosity the feeling of his skin, and its warmth, which lingered against hers in a longer kiss. And more rude kisses had been stolen from her than these ones — given more than taken, shyly.

Vivian didn’t shift either when Lawrence’s nose touched hers as he slowly pulled away to face her. She met his dazed gaze, none of them finding anything to say.

Quite frankly, Vivian never ever thought about kissing him before; it wasn’t that kind of fondness, this kind of attraction, she had felt for him…

And yet, she was now musing over the shy longing to do so again.

Her cheeks flushed, she leaned over to him a little, without even thinking about it. It was so weird, though; she was quivering like a teen sharing her first kisses!

Uncertainty vanished in Lawrence’s eyes and, to her silent cue, he leaned to her again, to meet her for a more intense kiss that Vivian shared tenderly. His gestures had nothing clumsy anymore now that he hesitated no longer and, with a brush of his palm on Vivian’s neck, he held her to him while she put her hands on his chest. Then, and with no hurry, they let go of each other, forehead against forehead.

... and for the funny one, I'll pick it from "Lost and Found", episode 1.

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Din pushed the lift’s button and the doors opened on a cabin lit with a harsh yellow light. With one heavy step, he entered and commanded his way up with an unnecessarily strong punch on the button. The doors closed on him and the lift went up right away.

At this point, the only thing Din was still hoping for was that no signal would waste the element of surprise upstairs. Just to be sure, he whipped his blaster out before the cabin stopped and its doors slid open on a simple but welcoming hall where two other guys, not very burly-looking, were keeping watch in front of an elegant door with geometrical patterns.

"Hey!" one of them growled, in Basic. "What are you—"

But Din was already on them, walking with purpose. He pistolwhipped one and, grabbing the other by the back of his neck, he knocked him out against the door — BLAM!

"Yeah, come in!" answered the Handler’s voice on the other side.

Din wouldn’t need to be told twice. He commanded the opening of the door and strode in, weapon in his clenched fist; the Handler was enjoying a drink in a comfortable sofa, an arm across the backrest and one leg resting on the other.

"Did you bring me the—OH DANK… FARRIK!"

He spilled his drink on his dark jacket as he fumbled to his two feet as Din was closing in on him.

"NO, NO-NO-NO!"

Din lowered the barrel on his blaster on him as the Handler was shaking his hands in a sign of reddition, walking backwards and desperately looking around for an exit. Another door, opposite the entrance, seemed to have all his attention, but Din caught him first and pinned him down on the caf table.

"OW!" the Handler howled. "Ok, ok! I-I’m sorry!"

He was waving his hands in plain view in front of him on the table as Din’s fist clenched tighter on his collar. Cheek pressed against the glass surface, the Handler groaned and struggled a little.

#ask game #amistrio #thank you for asking!!!! #ocs #oc:vivian #😳 #tocm snippet #canon character #din djarin

[thetrailthestarsblaze]

“Please you have to listen to me!” Vinetail called out over the rush of anxious whispers.

The usually firm deputy was a mess of a cat. Everyone could see it from the high rocks. Their fur was ruffled, smirched with muck in some places. Per was exhausted, eyes heavy with stress and restlessness. The gathering quieted, if only to hear Vinetail’s plea.

“Whitestar is sick with an illness that has already hurt Thunderclan. Our healer has never seen such sickness. That’s why I am begging now, without my leader, my clan, and my healer. I need to know if your healers’ have heard anything from Starclan. Are we being punished? Anything at all?” Vinetail lurched forward so sharply Brindlestar’s paw went up instinctively to prevent the deputy from falling off.

“Easy now, Vinetail! Start from the beginning. What happened?” Emberstar said, eyes wide with confusion.

Vinetail’s body trembled a moment, before per leaned back again. The breath in their lungs felt stale and painful, yet they slowed enough to take it in and recount what had happened.

“It was a little less than two quarters of a moon change. We had four warriors out hunting when they were attacked by a fox. Puddletail, Lynxbriar, and Tansyfoot all passed. Cricketnose was the only one that survived the attack. The fox ran off, but we did find its body near snakerocks. We were shocked but, we did what we should. We buried our clanmates and tried to heal Cricketnose best we could. Crowwhistle did everything possible. We thought she was getting better when her injuries started to heal. Whitestar went to talk to her after Crowwhistle said she was acting sort of funny, and she bit it! We were shocked. Whitestar was so stunned, it didn’t even call a clan meeting. We just. I don’t know what we were thinking. My son…oh Starclan…”

Vinetail stopped their story as if another cat had struck them suddenly.

“Pigeonpaw…my son. He went to give Cricketnose some food sometime after. She was drooling this…thick foam from her mouth. She attacked him when he tried to give prey to her. Crowwhistle had no choice but to kill her. To protect my son…but. He. Pigeonpaw didn’t…he didn’t make it.” Vinetail choked out.

Gasps rippled through the gathering, cats murmuring wildly to one another, only to be silenced by Duststar sharply with a hiss. Vinetail continued between the whispers.

“Whitestar is sick now too. We think it can spread. You must understand, that wasn’t Cricketnose. Cricketnose would never attack someone like that. It was like something took over her. Whitestar has ordered things to change in order to keep Thunderclan safe. And if you see any cat or fox or. Anything! You must not let it bite you! We don’t know how to stop the sickness.”

“This is madness!” Duststar hissed out, tail lashing back and forth.

“Quiet! Vinetail, was Whitestar the only one Cricketnose bit?” Emberstar insisted, rising to lis paws.

Vinetail seemed to shrink under the gaze of the gathering, eyes watering.

“No. But the clan is divided. I want to heal my clan, I do! But we just- We don’t know what’s going to happen. Whitestar has ordered itself and the others bitten out of camp. We have moved the elders and those in the nursery. Our warriors are scared their loved ones are going to die alone.” Vinetail explained, voice rough with their own grief.

“That means the clans are in danger!” Brindlestar shouted out, fur puffed out in all directions.

Emberstar’s own pelt was raised up, mind flooded with thoughts. Le had grandkits to protect! Even now, Windpaw and Riverpaw were back in camp blissfully unaware. And what of Thistletail? Lynxbriar was their brother. They’d be heartbroken. How were they handling this?

“Vinetail.” Emberstar called out as the roar of the clans became more and more wild.

Barbstar had taken over the meeting, starting a speech Emberstar should barely listen to. Le had leaned in close, trying to keep the other leaders and deputies from overhearing, though le had thoughts they might listen in anyway.

“Is Thistletail alright? With Lynxbriar gone I just…” Emberstar caught Vinetail’s gaze, and a sudden flood of fear washed over lim.

“I’m sorry Emberstar. They were bitten when they tried to visit Cricketnose. I’m so sorry.”

#little wip for u guys #rip Vinetail #and uh those other guys I guess

[libidomechanica]

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advances on the stone she stream,     who by the lightest, consumes: I contine. Grief. He hop’d lamps,     the broke his own accent

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #215 texts #ballad

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

[urwelcomeforthis]

Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

--

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

--

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

--

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp