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callsignspark · 11 months

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Marry Me

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the ninth of January

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut (explicit language, unprotected p in v sex, he teases her and it's a little mean but not unwelcome, like the tiniest hint of dumbification, mentions of getting pregnant), this is set once they're already together so offscreen conversations have happened regarding kids/protection, so many goddamn pet names, baby's first time writing real smut so we are being kind, also you don't need to read Mar[r]y Me to read and understand this, but (shameless plug) I think you should anyway

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“Bradley!” She can feel his smile get bigger; he loves it when she moans his name.

“What, Mary? What’s wrong, honey?” He teases as he pulls away from the sensitive spot near her collarbone, flexing his hips up to meet hers as she bounces on his lap for the sole purpose of hearing her breath hitch.

She’s honestly not quite sure how they got here.

The evening had been moving along like every other night since they moved in together three months prior. They enjoyed the dinner she made - tonight was chicken parmesan with roasted green beans - and Bradley did the dishes, talking and laughing the entire time. Migrating to the pink couch, she claimed the chaise while he flipped through their combined DVD collection.

Actually, she does know how they got here.

He holds up a case with a dark cover. “How about this? It’s Skyfall… And you need to go to the optometrist if you can’t recognize your man.” He teases when she squints to read the title.

“I can see perfectly fine! It’s dark in here because someone hates watching movies with any sort of light on.” She protests as he pops the disc into the machine and hits enough buttons to make the DVD menu appear.

“First of all, that would be a better excuse if I had already turned the lamp off. Second, it’s like being in the theatre, but I don’t have to wear pants.” He dramatically shoves his sweatpants down, leaving him in just an old t-shirt and his blue boxer briefs that hide nothing. “Hey, you know what today is?”

Her brain ignores the question, distracted as her eyes drag over him, stopping to admire the thickness of his thighs. She knows she’ll never tire of his body, no matter what it looks like, but he’s looked extra good lately, and she can’t help but stare.

“You know what today is, baby doll?” Mary nods, her heart thumping as she presses her thighs together at the pet name. One he only uses in private. “Answer my question then.”

“It’s Monday.”

“More specifically?” He pulls the UVA t-shirt over his head, muscles everywhere flexing at the movement.”

“It’s uh-” She gulps, he’s not playing fair. “It’s January 9th.”

Bradley hums, running his hand over his abdomen, playing with the band of his briefs. “That’s right, which means it’s been two years since the last time we watched this movie, and we almost fucked right where you’re sitting.”

“I- how? Wha-” Mary stammers, confused and amazed at how he remembers that. She knew it was early January, but she had forgotten the exact date.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” He sits on the couch, the movie forgotten as he tugs her across the cushion into his lap.

She enthusiastically returns his kiss, letting her hands roam his broad shoulders until she suddenly pulls back. “What anniversary? We didn’t even do anything that night.”

It takes him a minute to respond, busy pulling her sweatshirt over her head. “Anniversary of the first time I jerked off to the memory of you wriggling around in my lap.” She can’t continue with her questioning, preoccupied by her boyfriend sucking and pinching her nipples.

Which got them here.

Mary, riding him on the same pink couch where she almost did exactly two years earlier, shifted one cushion to the right so Bradley can plant his feet on the floor.

“Bradley!” She can feel his smile get bigger; he loves it when she moans his name.

“Fuck! Do that again!” Her thighs are burning, and she’s so close it’ll hardly take anything to send her over the edge.

“Do what?” He stops all movement, smile turning a little mean when she lets out a desperate whine and pulls at his hair. “No, that’s not gonna work this time, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum, Bradley.” She’s almost begging, and she will if that’s what it takes.

He smirks. “So keep moving, honey, I ain’t stopping ya.”

“I can’t; my legs are too tired. Feel like jello.” She leans forward, tucking her face into his neck and rocking her hips a bit, hoping to entice him into taking over. “Need help.”

Her tone is sad enough that he pulls her out of his neck to check-in. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, just can’t keep riding you right now.”

He gently kisses her. “Okay, I got you, baby doll. Let's switch ourselves around here.”

His plan for tonight is to enjoy themselves the way they didn’t get to before, not tease her to the point of tears.

He helps her move off his lap, the squelch of them parting making her face burn as she stands between his legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet, honey.”

Bradley scoots to the edge of the couch, tapping her thigh and pressing a kiss to her stomach when she complies with his silent request to spread her legs. He can’t help but grin and laugh when, a second later, her nails are digging into his shoulders. An instinctual reaction to her knees buckling as he plays with her clit.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”

“Would feel better if you were inside of me.” The effect of her snark is negated by the breathlessness of her voice.

He stands up, nudging her back to make room, and groans when she wraps a hand around him. “I thought you wanted me inside you. Can’t do that if you don’t lay down.”

She reluctantly lets go and lays on the chaise, shimmying back to make enough room for him to join her. “Can’t help it, you’re just so hard- oh! Bradley!” She moans as he rubs the head of his dick against her clit.

“I gotcha, I gotcha… fuck. You always feel so good for me, baby.” He moans as he slides back inside her. “You still close?”

She nods, breath escaping her as he starts moving. He grabs her left hand, intertwining their fingers and supporting himself on his elbows so he can drop down closer. He focuses on hitting deeper spots, moving slower than usual so he can continue kissing the love of his life.

“Bradley… I need to-” She cuts herself off at a particularly deep thrust, moaning into his mouth.

“Whatever you need, honey. Do it.” He doesn’t blink an eye as he feels her free hand drop from his hair and slip between them. “That’s it, you’re almost there, huh? Can feel it; you’re so tight. Play with yourself for me like a good girl.”

And that’s all it takes.

Her body tenses as she cums, mouth dropping open in a silent moan and her left thigh twitches against his side. Bradley slows down but doesn’t stop, working her through her orgasm until she squeezes his hand tight.

“How was that?” He drops down completely, letting his weight ground her as he noses against her pulse point while she comes down.

“Fuck, Bradley. Give me a second, and I’ll help you finish. How close are you?”

“Take your time, baby. Not going anywhere.”

“C‘mon. How close are you, handsome?” She pulls him to her face, murmuring the question against his lips.

“Close.” She wraps her left leg around his hip again, holding him as close as possible, and starts purposefully clenching around him. “What are you doing?”

“Want you to start moving.” She pulls her hand from his and sinks it into his hair, knowing how much he likes it when she pulls it. “Want you to cum in me.”

After those words, it only takes a few minutes for him to finish, hips stuttering and grinding against her when he feels his cum start to leak out around his dick.

“Fuck, Mary!” He huffs out. “I thought we weren’t trying to get you pregnant.”

“We’re not trying. But we’re also not, not trying.”

“You’re gonna kill me, baby doll.” Mary giggles when he all but collapses on her chest, rubbing his back while he catches his breath.

“Stop giggling, or I’m going to get hard again; between you squeezing my dick and your tits bouncing, it won’t take a lot. And then I’ll have to fuck you again.”

“Oh, no. What a shame that would be.” He looks up from her sternum, her smile making his heart skip a beat.

“It’s a good thing I find your sarcasm sexy.”

She grabs his hand again, linking their fingers and pulling him in. “I am a very lucky lady to have you love me like you do.”

“I do love you, Mary.”

“I know. I love you, too, Bradley.”

only tagging a few friends since this isn't an actual update. have a great weekend!

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shiningdesignersreflections · 10 days

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Chapter 2: Working Plan

Narrated by Yueniang.

Narrator: The streets to my workplace seem especially busy today, full of shifty-eyed peddlers and lost tourists who keep retracing their footsteps.

Narrator: How shallow... practically caricatures. I wouldn't want characters like these to appear in my scripts. I call that lazy writing.

Narrator: Ignoring the mundane scene, I stride through the entrance of the building where the Neverfall Troupe does rehearsals.

Narrator: It's lively inside as well. A few young actors are giving their all on the stage, rehearsing for a heart-wrenching love story.

Actor A: Like the rivers flowing to the sea, the migrating geese returning home, the stars accompanying the moon... I will be by your side as time passes...

Yueniang: What kind of script is that? Those lines are so cheesy.

Narrator: I wander over to the stage and start flipping through the script lying there. On the cover is the scriptwriter's name: Yue Zhou.

Yueniang: That guy, huh? So Princess Luanyun's fiancé has come out with a new work.

Narrator: Reading this is a waste of my time. I'm about to put the script down when a voice rudely interrupts my thoughts.

Nine: Didn't you promise to send in a script seven days ago? Look at Yue Zhou. He turned in his work half a month early, so we've already started rehearsals.

Narrator: You're comparing Yue Zhoe to me? How childish. You do realize that I'm the best in Cloud Empire's literary world, right?

Yueniang: He came up with his script really quickly, but it doesn't mean that his work is any good. The best writing he's ever done is Song of the Moon.

Yueniang: And he only managed it through the power of love or something.

Nine: Yue Zhou's other scripts are quite popular with the masses, though. And he's very proactive.

Narrator: I toss the script aside and snort.

Yueniang: It's all overused tropes and clichés. Anyone could write it.

Yueniang: If I scatter some rice over my typewriter and let some chickens walk all over the keys, they'd produce a better work.

Nine: That's an exaggeration. And you're just trying to deflect from the fact that you haven't turned in your work yet!

Yueniang: Oh? Would you even understand what my script meant if I showed it to you now?

Yueniang: If you're so good at this, how about you write the script yourself? I got a pen for you right here!

Narrator: As I squabble with Nine, I hear a soft cough behind me.

Narrator: Qin Yi is standing there, holding a folded fan to his cheek, eyes twinkling in amusement.

Nine: Sir!

Yueniang: Boss, you're here.

Narrator: The actors on the stage stop their rehearsal to greet Qin Yi, who simply waves at them to continue before turning to me.

Narrator: With a nod, I follow him backstage to his personal resting room.

Narrator: Qin Yi sits down in front of a mirror and starts his makeup routine. He moves elegantly, with practiced ease. The casual observer might even find it enjoyable to watch the process up close.

Narrator: However, all I feel is an increasingly heavy pressure on my chest.

You: You're afraid of him?

Narrator: Impossible! No way I'd be afraid of my dear boss!

Narrator: Still, that's what makes him truly intimidating. Those who should be afraid often let their guards down in front of him.

Qin Yi: Have you made the preparations?

Yueniang: Yes, Boss. Everything has been arranged.

Narrator: He remains quiet, as if waiting for me to continue.

Yueniang: One of my men will be waiting near Cloud Capital art Academy. He'll guide the girl to the Ghost Market and give her clues.

Yueniang: Everything will go smoothly once she enters the Ghost Market. It's my territory there. No one will dare take what's mine.

Yueniang: All I have to do then is wait in my Water Moon Study for them to show up.

Narrator: As I make my report, Qin Yi continues filling in his eyebrows. My own makeup feels inadequate now that I'm watching him.

Qin Yi: Don't let your guard down.

Yueniang: Understood, Boss. Come to think of it, I've been noticing an influx of those "people" on the street. We need to be on high alert.

Qin Yi: Yes. It's interesting how they've gotten impatient so quickly. I wonder...

Narrator: His gaze is as placid as water in the mirror.

Qin Yi: Nine will keep an eye on them. Focus on your own job.

Yueniang: Don't worry, Boss. There's no room for improv in my script.

Narrator: After my report, I begin to walk out of the room before turning around, suddenly reminded of something.

Narrator: I can see the confused look on Qin Yi's face from the mirror.

Yueniang: Hey, Boss...

Yueniang: The lighting is much better in this room. Can I touch up my makeup here a bit?

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

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kkeidawrites · 2 years

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Homeward Bound

The wooden gates were still sporting the large hole that the red monsters had almost gained access into the now abandoned village, and a sharp pain went to her heart.

Bringing her hammer closer to her front, Greta sighed out her nerves, shaking off the shudder she felt as she passed through the now dilapidated entrance that was once her home.

The peasant houses still sat surprisingly, the same as they had left them but, she raised her arms and pressed them to her upper body. She didn’t trust the calm atmosphere and the smell of magic was suddenly everywhere now.

“Greta?” Bertram, one of the men in her party called to her, worriedly.

She turns to her group and gives a smile, maybe doing so would ease their nerves, some had tense shoulders and that made her worry. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to freeze up if something were to occur.

“Keep on guard, take one person with you to search the houses and if you plan to gather anything useful then make sure it’s light enough to carry back.” Greta ordered and the seven people disperse to do as they were told.

Smelling the strong scent of magic again, Greta gives a weary look over the landscape. The wind shifts next to her but, she doesn’t jump when the dhampir she has come to know in these seven months, lands beside her.

“Something wrong?” His queries.

“I smell a strong presence of magic. But…I can’t pinpoint as to where it is.” Greta turns to him.

“We shouldn’t linger here for too long.” She suggests and Alucard nods.

Greta’s eyes fall on the path that leads to her home and takes a deep breath. Home. A place she feared to return to ever since she sent away Marius to his untimely death.

Gripping her mallet, she forced herself to breathe again and walked the grasslike trail to the cruck house that sat on the hill. Each step, grew steeper as they closed in on the house. Greta could feel her chest tighten more as she reached out to grab the flimsy handle but, couldn’t bring herself to turn the knob.

“Oh God…” she shudders, her voice wavering.

All at once, the memories flooded into her mind. The first being the last time she ever saw Marius again, another, showing how she tried to stop him from going on this mission, begging him to stay and find another option. Then the start of the night creatures at their gates, the hellish night of death to the castle, and the onslaught of how many were lost in the battle at the castle.

A warm gloved hand grasped her shaking one, her eyes find Alucard’s as he had leaned over to touch her hand.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to go in, Greta. If it’s too painful-“

“No, no I have to do this. I just…just need one moment.” Her free hand pats his, and smiles.

“I will remain out here.” He says and she nods.

“Thank you, Alucard.” He returns a smile and Greta takes another deep breath, finally turning the handle and opening it.

Ducking her head a bit to step inside, Greta looks around the house to see that some of her furniture had been turned over, some chickens had migrated into her kitchen area. It was a surprise that they were still living.

Walking over to her sleeping area, Greta moves to the dowry chest sitting in front of the straw mattress bed and kneels in front of it.

Opening it, Greta sees the small chest that had pieces of silver and gold coins inside and a few scribes, she places them beside her right hip. Shuffling some old clothes and books around, Greta finally found what she was looking for.

Unraveling the crumbled scroll, Greta sighs quietly and then quickly ravels the scroll again. Opening her small satchel, Greta places the items inside and stands to leave. Her eyes roam over the remnants of her deserted home, remembering the better times of her life and the days when she had used her own hands to make it. Only 17, knowing nothing about building a house or how to make it sturdy through storms that would ever come.

But, with a little bit of time to plan out the details and measurements, her home was built in a matter of a month. She didn’t want it to be big or spacious, just enough that she could have the room inside to be comfortable. Greta wasn’t all about making her home filled with trinkets and cloth to make it look more homey, she owned very little items and the need to make such a home never came to mind.

Running a village was no easy feat, and being barely home didn’t help either. Still, this was where it all started and she thought maybe one day she would be able to return to her old home.

Running a hand over the greying table that stood by the door, she sighed again then turned to the door. Before she could leave out, a sudden hiss was heard to her left and Greta froze, trying to pinpoint where that noise came from.

Slowly placing a hand on her hammer, Greta side eyed the turnt over dresser that sat in the corner. There was nothing in there but the tools she needed for repairing the house and last she checked, tools didn’t move.

A crash was heard behind her and Greta jumped with her hammer ready to see a large winged night creature on top of one of the men from their group. He fought back its large claws that were on a mission to make carvings into his flesh by using his sword and Greta ran over to help.

Throwing her hammer at the monster, it hit the side of its head and roared in pain. The man below had enough time to stab under its neck and blood poured from its neck as it squealed in pain.

Greta picks up her hammer and approaches to smash one of its clawed hands to release her companion.

It fell over to its side as it twitches in its final moments, but the man takes the initiative to stab it in the head through its eye for a mercy kill.

“Where is Alucard?” She asked and he points to the main area where they would have their stalls for produce.

After checking to see if the man was alright, Greta was quick to leave the now dilapidated house and follow her nose to track down the sweet smell of spices that was Alucard.

Quickly, she found him, finishing off another night creature similar to the one before and he floated back down to the ground.

“Have you seen any others?” She asked him once she was close to him.

“There were only three that had attacked. I’m not sure where they came from but thankfully they were stopped in time. No one was hurt were they?” He asked.

Greta shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I had just helped someone kill one but I sent him to see if he could round up the others so that we can get out of here,” she looked at the landscape and huffed both annoyed and saddened.

“The bastards can have the area if they want.” She tells him.

“Miss Greta!” She turned around to see Bertram running up to her.

“You must come and see!” He says alarmed.

Following Bertram, he and the others have gathered at the front gates and were whispering with one another. Parting in between the people to get to the front, Greta’s eyes widened at the sight before her. A fairy circle had appeared and from how brown the grass had became it looks like the Fae were just here.

“Alright, everyone do not panic. Fairy circles are oftentimes meant for good luck and we know what happens if we step into one.” She says.

“But, how do we leave? It’s all around the front entrance!” A woman exclaimed.

Greta didn’t know what to do, a fairy circle was a thing that you knew how to avoid and what to do when you stumbled across one. However, she had no knowledge of what to do when inside of a fairy circle.

“I have to go back home,” she turns to return inside the village and runs back to her house. Taking the entrance where the night creature broke into, Greta stepped over debris and her now broken bed and rushed over to her fallen dresser in the corner.

Opening the bottom drawer, Greta searched through the clothes and tools inside until her hands grasped a small yellow book.

Flipping through the pages, Greta searched the text to see if there was anything that talked about escaping a fairy circle. As she searched, she smelled the scent of magic again this time a lot stronger than she originally thought. She heard shuffling above the drawer she was in and grabbed the handle.

Pulling it open, she saw the white sheets inside moving and Greta grabbed her hammer. Using her free hand, she slowly picked up the corner of the linen and then quickly threw it off the small moving object.

She gasped at the sight before her, nearly dropping her weapon.

A fairy stared up at Greta with a terrified and confused look on their face. The fairy had short white hair and brown skin wrapped in a purple flower dress. Throwing off the rest of the sheet off their legs, the fae flutters their wings and then tries to fly upward. They fall back into the wooden frame of the drawer and looks at their left wing, it had a small tear in it and the fairy frowns sadly.

“You’re hurt.” Greta says quietly, she feared it may scare the fae away.

The Fae looks up to see Greta’s right hand be cupped for them to climb into her palm. The Fae squeaks and shuffles into her hand, holding their wing protectively.

“You smell like pomegranates,” Greta smiles at the little creature and they grin bashfully.

“Greta?” She hears Alucard call and looks up to see the dhampir find her knelt form and drops to a knee next to her.

“Are you alright?” He asked concerned.

“I’m fine but…I think I may have found a way for us to leave.” She slowly held up her hand to show the dhampir and Alucard’s eyes widened. The Fae ducked their head a bit at the sight of another person.

“A Fae? Did they make the fairy circle?” He asked.

“I don’t think so. But, maybe if I talk with them that they can help us.” She tells him.

Bringing the fairy closer to her face, Greta begins to whisper to them.

“Can you help us out? We are trapped inside of a fairy circle and we can’t get out.” She says and the fairy smiles nodding, their wings fluttered and Greta got to her feet.

“Come on, we need to get back to the others.” She tells him and the two rush back out to the entrance of the village.

Greta approached the fairy circle then stopped when she was close enough to touch it and let the fairy out of her hand to stand in the grass. The fairy steps on the ring of the circle and their little hands glows green, the ring slowly glowed a yellow light and the fairy looked up at Greta with a nod.

Seeing the signal, Greta motions the others to quickly leave the ring and they shuffle pass her, careful of the little fairy.

When Greta and Alucard stepped out, Greta looked to the fairy and they grin up at her, their injured wing flickering a bit.

“Will you be alright here?” She asked.

The fairy squeaks and at that moment, little heads appears in the grass and flowers sprouted from the ground. Even more impressive and beautiful was how fairies came out from the flowers that bloomed and were quick to fly around and have fun with the other bloomers.

Enchanted by the scene, Greta smiled and nods to her little helper who had stopped using their powers and waved at Greta and Alucard.

Waving back, Greta and Alucard leave the area but, not before she turns around to the fairy again.

“Take care of the village for me!” She says while walking backwards.

With a squeak, the fairy continues waving until they see them leave over the hill.

“Do you think they were apart of the spirits of wood and stream you had talked about before?” Alucard asked.

Greta shrugged. She hadn’t a clue but, if that’s who they were then she had their utmost thanks.

“Who knows? I’m just glad that everything worked out in the end, although I didn’t expect to see a fairy of all things, let alone help us. They can be very tricky.” She says.

Once everyone returned to Belmont, Greta goes to sit on the castle steps. Stretching her back, Greta sighs and moves her satchel to sit in between her legs. Opening it, she pulled out the scroll she had taken from her house and smiled softly.

“Greta?” She looks up and sees Alucard standing on the steps to look down at her.

“May I?” He asked pointing to sit next to her. Greta nodded and the blonde man sits next to her.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Greta takes a moment to think of her answer then heaves out a sigh turning to smile at him.

“Yes. I think I am okay, I just…I just needed this one thing from home.” She tells him and he tilts his head intrigued.

“May I ask what is it that you needed?” He asks.

Greta bites her lip for a second then hands over the scroll to him. Alucard is careful to take it and unravels it to view the contents of the scroll.

A painting was shown on the scroll, a man, woman and a young girl were in the picture. He could tell the young girl was Greta but, he wasn’t sure who the two older people were.

“They are-“

“My parents, Callista,” she points to the woman standing behind the chair of the other older man.

“And Asnel. My father was disabled, he couldn’t walk and often had to use crutches to get around. He was the original leader of Danesti but…when the war began he...” She stops and sighs.

“Greta, if you don’t wish to tell me it’s up to you. I respect your decision.”

“And I appreciate that but, I think it’s best to get it off my chest.” She takes a deep breath.

“Night creatures had came to us without warning, we’re not the type of village that is known for combat and prowess. And we did the best that we could to defend it with all of our strength. It wasn’t enough…we had lost so many on that first night, even my mother.” She pauses to gather her emotions together and Alucard grabs her hand for emotional support.

“My father wanted to send me away when there was a break from the creatures attacking but I didn’t want to leave him or the others behind. He knew that he couldn’t do much with his disability but, that one night when the monsters had overrun the village they came to our house. Father took down two before he was taken as well.” Greta smiles bitterly.

“I was at the front gates trying to fend off the monsters but they came through anyway and I found my father dead at the door. I wanted to be there to protect him, then maybe he would have been here today. But, he sent me to fight with our people because he knew that his life wasn’t worth living if he couldn’t save theirs.” She said and Alucard chuckles softly.

“Now where have I heard that line before?” Greta smiles and squeezes his hand looking down at the painting again.

“I guess I just…I didn’t want to forget what they looked like and that was the only picture we had.” She explained and Alucard looks down at the painting once more, then an idea came to mind.

“I think I have an idea.” He tells her.

Fixing the squared frame to be straightened a bit better, the painting of Greta’s parents sat alongside the portrait of her and Alucard’s picture and Trevor and Sypha’s family picture.

With a sad smile, Alucard takes a step back next to Greta who is holding a bundle of poppies to her chest. Smelling the sweet scent of the flowers, Greta places the flowers under the portrait then takes a step back to have Alucard’s arm around her shoulder.

Barely holding back the tears, Greta releases a sob and drops to her knees in sorrow. Alucard follows her down holding her close to his chest as she cries.

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Not even gonna lie to y’all, I did not like how this turned out 😭😭😭it’s like I didn’t know what I was talking about in the middle and just rushed the ending

#castlevania #alucard #fanfiction #adrian tepes #my writing #castlevania spoilers #castevania greta #greta x alucard #greta castlevania

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paperstorm · 1 year

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Tagged by @beautifulhigh thanks love <3

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

80% of these are Missing Moments because that's all I've been writing lately haha but I am working on something else.

No feeling in the firelight

The plume of smoke lessens, as they stand on wet pavement with blankets draped over their shoulders and watch the 129 douse the smoldering wreckage of what was their home. Walls crumble, the ceiling collapses, everything turns black and wet and the acrid scent of it becomes so overwhelming that TK almost can’t smell it anymore.

Ritual

TK holds up the bottle of Windex as he moves toward the kitchen, when Carlos’s eyebrows raise expectantly at him. He puts the bottle under the sink, slightly making a show of it even though that particular bottle actually belongs upstairs in the bathroom, because he wants Carlos to be assured he was cleaning like he was instructed while Carlos was down here panicking that he’d put a single grain of salt too many into the sauce that he’s already remade a second time.

Lost and found

“You can’t all stay,” the empathetic but tired-sounding nurse tells them. “I can send down for one cot. One.” She’s holding a folded sheet in her hand. Her hair is auburn. It’s pulled back into a ponytail but there are wayward pieces of it framing her face, as if they’d migrated away during a long shift. TK gets stuck for a moment on the details, the voices in the room fading into the background like he’s listening to them from underwater.

Music made in love

“Wanna fuck me?” Carlos jumps. He hadn’t heard TK coming, and the sudden appearance of his voice has Carlos’s heart leaping into his throat.

A decade in a moment

TK’s first day back at work after medical leave is on a Thursday. Carlos has the day off, so he gets up early to make TK breakfast and drive him to the 126. TK lingers in the car, his head tipped back against the headrest, eyeing the door through the windshield with a disappointed look on his expressive face. Carlos frowns, reaching over to squeeze TK’s shoulder in question.

A light in the dark

Carlos sits for a long time in his car in the parking lot. He stares at the concrete wall in front of him, the flat grey of it blurring in his vision and the perfect blank canvas upon which to project everything that’s swimming frantically in his mind. He blinks, and a tear slides down his cheek. It’s only one, and it maybe is the result of him accidentally keeping his eyes open for longer than he should have as he stewed in misery, but Carlos despises it anyway.

Knots to pull apart

Carlos stands and begins to clear their plates. He’d made a stir fry with chicken and water chestnuts, one of TK’s favorites of his many made-up recipes, but TK had been uncharacteristically quiet over dinner. Carlos is sure he knows why, so he’s been avoiding bringing it up, because TK will come to him when he’s ready. He always does.

Under the surface

Nancy has her arms crossed and looks highly annoyed, as they watch Tommy jog into the Dojang, and TK can’t understand why. He did something good for their captain, something nice. She was upset about having to miss her daughter’s ceremony and TK fixed that. Nancy’s irritation doesn’t make any sense and it’s making all sorts of alarm bells go off in his head.

Back to the remedy

“Can you please say something?” TK blinks slowly. The room around him seems to dissolve, the edges of his vision blurring until he can’t see the things that are in front of him clearly – the couch, the lamp, his manically grinning parents. Smiling at him eagerly, expectantly, like they think he should leap up and start cheering like he might have if this conversation had happened 20 years ago.

Side A, Side B

TK’s thumb hovers over the little arrow that would send the text he’s typed. It’s all still relatively new, this thing. The thing with Carlos in general, but also this. Cautiously approached and carefully negotiated because Carlos didn’t like it the first time they’d tried, and TK hated that look on his face like he thought he’d done something wrong.

tagging @theghostofashton @chaotictarlos @carlos-in-glasses @welcometololaland

#paperstorm writes #tag game #lola's probably already done this but just in case

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yarchurr · 2 years

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sopas for a rainy night

bay leonardo x reader

summary: you are a dental assistant at a clinic a few blocks from your shared apartment with April O’Neil, the reporter at Channel Six News. you're tired from a whole day at work but you come home to a passed-out and bleeding 6-foot turtle on the couch and three panicking brothers.

a/n: i normally don’t write fanfics or somestuff because i;m so shy, but i feel a little restless lately. i hope you like my first ever tmnt work!!

things to note: SFW, AFAB Filipino reader with she/they pronouns, some filipino terms here and there but they’re easily understandable.

this is also on AO3 and yes, I am the original author.

backstory: reader recently migrated/moved to NY to work as a dentist but is stuck at being a dental assistant at a dental clinic bc racist boss :--)

The shift at the Grand Willow Dental Clinic was a killer, and it was just Monday.

Dr. Finley, your boss, was a good fellow. He was the first person you talked to when first getting this job and was generally a nice person. Except when he has the gloves on and has the instruments in his hand, then he’s a more serious person, but you understand.

Your other boss, Dr. Medina, was a jerk. He was a stuck-up man who had little heart for others and that reflected in his career. He was mainly the reason you were stuck being a dental assistant for a few years despite having finished dental school and passing the boards in just six and a half years.

He had you running back and forth the halls, offering help to the senior dentists in the clinic (which they didn’t even need), and made you stay a few more hours to clean the place up and lock it down for the night. Judging by his sour mood with you today, you’re probably doing this for half a week. The entire 6 days if he feels like pushing it.

It was 10 in the evening as you left the grocery and you fished your phone in your pocket, shooting a text to April O’Neil, your roommate. You told her earlier in the day you wanted to cook dinner tonight, as you commonly cooked tasty Filipino dishes she hasn’t ever tried before.

She immediately asked if you were going to cook sinigang for tonight but you said you were craving creamy chicken sopas for a while. Intrigued by the new dish, she readily agreed.

‘got the stuff. im omw’

The reporter usually replied in a few minutes, sometimes with just a thumbs up for confirmation. The woman didn’t reply or ‘seen’ the message but you didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was deep into her research for her next scoop, or possibly digging deeper than she needs to? That woman works too hard for her wage, you think with a shake of your head.

When cold droplets slowly started pelting on your head and leaving dark spots on the concrete, you began to fast walk. God, could this day get any worse?!

The gods seemed to have heard your wailing and let out a belting laugh in return, which came in the gift of booming thunder and the onslaught of freezing, hard rain. Thanks, God.

Thankfully, you weren’t soaked that much when you reached the apartment complex entrance. You book it to the elevator (you refuse to use the stairs after standing for 6+ hours, your poor feet) and punch in the floor number.

Your thoughts were too loud for you to hear the commotion going on in your shared apartment with the news reporter. You unlocked the door and were about to yell out you were home when the sights and smells before you took you by surprise.

On the creaky couch was a massive green figure (was that a shell on its back?) with a large gash on its forearm and thigh. It seemed they were knocked out as of the moment, as you couldn't see their eyes through that blue bandana of theirs. Kneeling by the creature was April, a towel on their hands that was quickly turning red from all the blood.

Behind the two were three other hulking figures of various heights, in different colored bandanas but similar wide-eyed expressions.

There was a tense silence before April flung her selves towards you with her arms wide open as if her smaller height could hide the sight before you. She calls your name in a squeaky voice and a nervous smile. “Y-you’re home early! You didn’t text me or something!”

“I did text you, a couple of minutes ago actually.” You finally reply, voice calm but your eyes constantly switching from her sweaty face to the turtle men. You thought the rat population in New York was going to be the worst thing you’d experience. Is this why your mother was pushing for you to go to California? “April, what’s going on?”

She gnawed on her lip before dropping her arms and grasping your shoulders. “Listen, don’t freak out. They’re my friends! They’re harmless.”

“Yeah, we’d never hurt you!” Calls one of the turtle men which frankly, made you startle. One of them smacks his arm and he shrugs in response.

“Are you sure? Are they hurting you?” You ignore their commotion and look into the woman’s eyes, looking for any trace of fear in those brown eyes. “Did they bribe you or something?”

“No, no! They’d never, promise. We’re cool, we know each other way back.” She assures you. Her voice is firm and you can sense she’s being genuine. You drop your shoulders and take a sigh before going forward, closer to the four figures. The three stay firm on their feet, but they seem to tense up a bit.

The reporter bounds up beside you. “These are my vigilante-ninja friends. That’s Donatello,” she points to the guy on the left, who was the tallest and wore a purple bandana and a ton of tech and bobs all over. He waved with a small smile. You see the three fingered hand but you looked at his eyes and politely nodding.

“Raphael,” the middle one was a stocky guy and wore red. He grunted at you, but didn’t do anything else.

“I’m Michelangelo! Call me Mikey, or you can call me yours.” The right one, the one who piped in earlier, interrupted April and did a little curtsy. You managed to stifle a snort but smiled at his little display. He wore orange.

“And this is Leonardo.” She finally points to the guy on the couch. He still wasn’t conscious and you were starting to get concerned. You eye the blue bandana turtle a little more before looking back to April.

“I’m–”

“Oh, we know your name already! It’s (name), right?” Mikey pops in with a charming grin. You nod slowly and look at April a bit suspiciously.

“Okay, introduction aside.” You finally say. “What’s happening here?”

“We were fighting some punks down 6th when this guy had a nasty knife,” Raphael sniffs before pausing. “Did some deep gashes on Leo and takin’ him out before I could beat his lil’ ass.” That would explain the purple bruises around his face and neck.

“We were gonna book it to the lair but April’s place was the closest,” Donatello says to April. “Well, yours and April’s.”

“He’s been bleeding out ever since. It’s the first they’ve come to me like this,” April worriedly says. She murmurs your name. “Can you help him, please? I… I know you do teeth stuff but-”

“I am a doctor, you know.” You chortle. “Doctor of dentistry, yeah. But a doctor still.” You lay down your bags in a corner of the room and start tying up your hair. “Okay, I got my stuff in my room to do some sutures. I need some bowls to catch the water when I clean the wounds.” April nods and hurries to the kitchen to fetch said bowls.

“Um,” You start and you look at the three figures. “Are you... Guys alright with helping out?”

Donatello nods with a smile. “I’m usually the one playing doctor, so it’ll be great to actually learn from one!” Mikey puts up two thumbs up and Raphael nods.

You smile at them for the first time. They were kinda nice after all. “I don’t know how I’ll be as a teacher, but I’ll try.” You fidget with your hands a little, a little shy with your request. “Donatello can help me out with patching up Leonardo. I… actually need you guys to start boiling some macaroni for dinner…”

Raphael was a bit stunned. God, who asks strangers to cook for them! “D-don’t worry! I actually bought a lot of stuff so it should feed all of us. I just need you to boil the macaroni and cut up some carrots if you would.”

“Hell yeah, Chef Mikey makin’ an appearance!” Mikey, the sunshine boy that was starting to grow on you, gladly agreed. “Don’t worry about it, sweetcheeks. We’ll get to cooking!” You give him the groceries you bought earlier and he hustles into the kitchen, tugging at Raphael to follow.

As soon as you assembled all your supplies that you extracted to your room and with the bowls from April, you and Donatello get to work.

You first cleaned out the forearm wound and Donatello did the same to the thigh gash. It was kind of amazing the guy didn’t rouse from the sting of the antiseptic, but he must be really out of it. You first let him watch you do the stitch so he can replicate it on the other wound.

When he gets the hang of it, he starts threading the needle through the skin and making locks to stitch the wound shut. In no time, you both have the wounds shut and are now cleaning up the left blood and caring for the minor injuries the turtle has.

It was when you waddled back from the kitchen for some ice for the bruise on his face that the man finally wakes up, and you instantly feel the tense stare in the electric blue eyes. You immediately stop in your step, the ice freezing your fingers but his stare rooting you to the floor.

Donatello was fretting at his brother, seeing as the man laying was tense and thus straining at the fresh sutures. “Leo, calm down! You’re gonna open up the stitches!”

“Yeah Leo bro, just chill. Dinner’s coming up soon!” Mikey sang from the kitchen. Raphael wanders in from behind you and goes to Leo. He immediately takes the other side of the couch, just standing there with a worried look in his eyes.

“You doin’ good, bro?” Raph gruffs at Leo. The former finally takes his eyes off you and lets out a weary sigh.

“Yeah. Just… a little woozy.” The man finally talks. He puts a hand to his face, and that gets you moving. You approach him and he trains his eyes at you again.

He has the most beautiful eyes you’ve seen.

Oh my god, focus. Jesus, (name).

You clear your throat before speaking. “Here. For your bruise.” You hand the towel-wrapped ice, and he slowly accepts it. You fight the urge to jump when your fingers touch. When the cold touches his face, he lets out a sigh and deflates into the couch. Raph lets out a snort and you smile a bit.

“Call on me when you need something, Donatello.” You lightly tap said turtle’s shoulder. “I’ll get into the kitchen and have Mikey join you. I hope you guys like soup.” You say with a smile before bounding for the kitchen. You could feel the weight of their stares at your back.

Mikey was happily chopping up the last carrots when you walk in, and April was straining the macaroni. “I’ll take it from here, Michelangelo. Go join your brothers, yeah?”

“You got it, sweetheart.” He winks as he leaves the station to wash his hands then goes to the living room, an apron still tied on his body. Your eyes wander to the turtle’s footwear (which boggled you, to be honest) before you snapped out of it and started moving. You clean your hands before you start assembling the soup on the stovetop.

There was silence, only the hushed voices of the brothers in the other room and the sound of the fire on the stove to fill. April was a bit hesitant, but she broke the silence first. “Is everything… cool?”

“Y-yeah. The sutures were clean and Donatello’s applying some stuff for his minor injuries.”

“No, I mean the whole…” She waves her hand vaguely in the turtles’ direction. “Are you cool with it?”

“I…” You start. “I’m surprised, yeah. How long have you known these guys?”

“I actually had them as pets when I was a kid.” She smiles, reminiscing about simpler and sweeter times. “When they were un-mutant turtle babies, of course. But they’re like my brothers. I trust them with my whole life.”

You smile at her sincerity, and she seems a bit shy at the vulnerability. “They’re the ones you’ve talked about before- your bestest friends.” She nods. “You told them about me?”

“Yeah. When you replaced my former roommate.” She says. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, though. I think you understand why I was hesitant to tell you of their existence.”

“No, I get it.” You lay your hand on top of hers. “It’s a big secret. And I promise, my lips are sealed. Besides, you’re like the only friend I made in my entire stay so far.”

She smiles brighter and squeezes your hand. “What about Casey?” She quips.

You snort, and you continue assembling your dinner. “Yeah, sure. Isn’t he your ‘friend’?” You make air quotes and April, in all her grace and beauty, fumbles and gets red.

It only took a while more before you deemed your sopas done. You took out bowls and started pouring them in, before having April help you give out the soup.

Mikey happily chows in the dinner as do the other brothers, albeit a little quieter with their enthusiasm. Leonardo, now sitting upright, was slower in his eating. You and April get your own bowls and eat alongside the brothers in the living room.

Michelangelo finishes his bowl in record time. “It’s really good!” He licks his lips. “Can I get seconds?”

You flush at his praise and you nod, a smile on your face. “Thank you. Yeah, I made a lot.” With a whoop, Mikey flies out of the room, and Donnie follows after him for more servings.

April was talking with the boys, reminiscing about what they found out during their run. This was probably where she got most of her info on her reports. You gather, before bringing the bowl rim to your lips and slurping the rest of the hot soup.

You let out a sigh when you finish, unbeknownst to the eyes that watch you. You get a little red at their stares and April goodheartedly laughs, and you see the blue-eyed turtle quirk his lips a bit.

Jesus, what is happening to me.

As a good host, as your mama raised you well and would materialize and slap you if you didn’t, you collected the finished bowls and dumped them in the sink. As you return, you see the injured turtle being a bit sluggish and that reminds you of something.

“The sutures Donatello and I used were non-absorbable ones, so they need to be removed in about 2 weeks. Please don’t try to move around much for a while, or they’ll reopen.” You say in a calm voice. Those hypnotizing blue eyes are at you again, and you try not to get lulled in. “Your minor scrapes will heal in a few days. You might need some antibiotics and some painkillers for the big wounds, though.”

“We still have some in the lair.” Donatello pipes up.

“If you ever need some more, just tell me. We may have some lying around the clinic.” You smile at him. “Do you have questions?”

“Yeah,” Raphael says and his eyes pierce at you. The bright green of his eyes almost blinds you. Is it normal for them to have such beautiful eyes, what the fuck?

“You’re awfully calm for someone walking into four monsters in their home.” He starts, and Mikey swats at him for calling them ‘monsters’.

You sigh as you look at him. “I admit, I was very surprised and a little scared. But April trusts you a lot. Besides, she’s been talking of ninja vigilantes all this time since I got here. She talks of all the good things you’ve done, all the lives you’ve saved.” You smile back as the brown-haired woman knocks on your shoulder.

“And I just can’t let someone bleed out when I know I can help. It just doesn’t sit right with me.” You look at the sitting turtle and he seems surprised you looked at him. He holds your stare. “I promise I’ll help when I can be of service.”

Michelangelo looks at you in awe. “That’s really cool of you, dudette.” He bounds to you and pats your shoulder. “That totally means we’re friends now!”

You ponder it over, and you think you like that. Friends . “I’d love to have more friends if you’d have me.”

“Yeah, for sure!” Donatello beams up.

“It’s getting late.” Leonardo finally speaks, and he slowly stands. You rush to give him the small paper bag that contains some medicine.

“Here. Drink one white tablet every 6 hours for pain, and the one yellow-and-red capsule two times a day after meals to fight off infection.” Your hands feel tingly when they touch his three-fingered one, but he accepts the small bag with a thankful smile that went straight to your fuzzy stomach.

Oh my GOD.

“Thank you. Truly.” He says, to you, and your voice almost squeaks.

“Y-yeah. This should last you for 5 days. If the painkillers don’t work or if you feel you need more, please contact April and she’ll tell me.”

He nods, and they get ready to leave. Leonardo straps on the katanas that were on the coffee table (they were really shiny and they seem well-loved) and has Raphael assisting him as they leave through the window. You decide you don’t comment on it, you’ll most likely see them go in and out of it in the future.

They wave bye to April and you before they jump out. Your heart immediately plummets to your stomach and you rush to the window, and you watch the four shadows that leaped beautifully in the air. You immediately worry over Leonardo and his wounds, but the two connected shadows seem to do less acrobatic jumps and stick to simply getting over roofs as quickly as possible.

They long have disappeared from the view but you’re stuck to the window, still looking and staring. April taps your backside and that gets you moving again, and you start cleaning the space.

As your body goes through the motion of cleaning up, your mind wonders and your heart is beating pretty wildly. The telltale sign of your stomach feeling so light and fuzzy has you alarmed and you are brought to a possible conclusion.

Tangina. You have a crush on a mutant ninja turtle.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leonardo x reader #bay leonardo x reader #yarchurr art tag #GOD I RLY HOPE THIS WAS ACCEPTABLE #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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writeforfandoms · 3 years

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For the Birthday Ficlet thing:

Please PLEASE create a world where Pero Tovar actually LIKES me! He doesn’t have to be all sexed up (although we all know that’s good), but something where he’s not ready to throw me off a cliff like he usually is!

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!

Thank you my dear friend!! This has a bit of spice to it, some sweetness, and is all Pero. Trust me - he likes you. 😉

Warnings: Some spice, language, scowly Pero.

Pero Tovar x f!reader

Word count: 689

You let out a relieved sigh as you stepped out of the tavern for the night. It had been a busy day, and you were worn out.

A figure moved from the darkness and you very nearly shrieked in surprise. But it was only Pero, giving you a quick once-over.

"You startled me," you told him, pressing your hand to your chest.

"Not my intention," Pero grunted. One hand cupped your elbow, big and warm and so gentle with you, despite being capable of such violence.

“Let’s go home,” you told him. You were tired and wanted nothing more than to get off your feet for a while.

Pero was quiet as the two of you walked. His hand had migrated to the small of your back, equal measures protective and possessive. Neither of you talked - you didn’t need to.

Your cottage was small and set at the edge of the village. You had chickens, which were already cooped for the night, and a small garden. It wasn’t much, but it was yours.

Well. Yours and Pero’s, now.

The fire was low but warm when you stepped in, and you smiled. You were often cold when you got home after dark, something Pero knew well, and had taken care of for you.

“Here.” Pero strode over to the pot warming by the fire, pouring the contents into two mugs. He handed one to you, keeping the other for himself.

The warm smell of cider wafted up with the steam, and you smiled and closed your eyes. “Where did you get this?”

“It was payment for a small task.” Even without opening your eyes, you could practically see Pero shrug, like it was no big deal. Like you hadn’t told him warm cider was one of your favorite drinks on chilly nights.

“Thank you.” You sighed in pleasure at your first sip, already feeling better. You didn’t protest when Pero herded you over to a chair and knelt in front of you to remove your shoes for you. That did, however, make you raise an eyebrow at him. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What?” Pero frowned at you from where he was still kneeling by your feet.

“You’re not normally this… proactive.”

He huffed and didn’t answer, looking back at your shoes instead. You didn’t push, well aware that would not end well for either of you. Instead you wiggled your stockinged toes at him, just to make him huff.

“The woman I help with the apple press,” he started, still not looking at you. “She spoke of how lucky you must be, to have someone to help you.” He paused there, one hand gently closing over your ankle. “And how lucky I am, to have such a one to go home to.”

You melted, your heart fluttering in your chest and a smile crossing your lips. “I am lucky,” you murmured, putting your cider down.

“She made me realize,” Pero continued stubbornly, squeezing your ankle once, “that you do this for me. Is only fair that I return the favor, no?”

You cupped his cheeks in both hands, your thumb smoothing over the bottom of his scar. “Right,” you murmured, well aware that this was just how he did things. He had trouble telling you things, so this was as close as he could get.

He nodded once and started to pull away. You held tighter and leaned in, kissing him slow and sweet, the taste of warm cider shared between the two of you. When you pulled back, his eyes were dark, and he licked his lips.

“Or I could keep you warm,” he murmured, crowding closer. His hand traveled from your ankle up your calf to your knee, and paused there.

“Better take me to bed, then,” you murmured back with a teasing smile. “Wouldn’t want your hard work keeping me warm to go to waste.”

Pero smiled. A real smile, with amusement and love and gratitude. And then he pulled you from your chair, hefting you over his shoulder, and carried you to bed to show you how he felt the best way he knew how.

#pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #jen's birthday bash

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tsukiihime · 3 years

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Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be.

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head.

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave.

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou.

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily.

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative.

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest.

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out.

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss.

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch.

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort.

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?”

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes.

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you.

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water.

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you.

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou.

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it.

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains.

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man.

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye.

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here.

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise.

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice.

#bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha angst #shinsou x you #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x y/n #hitoshi shinso x y/n #mha x reader #my writing

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passivenovember · 3 years

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Thinking about Steve’s glamorous southern Grandmother teaching him haircare and the ways of men.

Louisiana Girl.

On wispy Saturday afternoons she sat under the hooded dryer in a world made of candy.

Bubblegum walls upon which pastel images of women in shiny blue makeup oversaw the hustle and bustle of women in Eden. Magazines open in their laps, gum smacking between cherry red lips, talking a mile a minute about the intricacies of life.

Husbands and kids away at college, building a world that Steve hoped he could understand someday. And, in that twangy southern drawl that he knew came from this same place his mother did; Louisiana, where women were spun of gold the color of corn fields, his grandmother shared her secrets.

She was called Boo Boo because it made her feel young, and that was the first lesson Steve learned in his life. Women should always be made to feel young and beautiful. His mother’s mother was not nanna, or grandmama, or even Cheryl, which the ladies at the beauty parlor disclosed to Steve with smiles on their bright pink faces.

She was Boo Boo because she looked like Dolly Parton and smoked Marlboro golds like Johnny Cash, and always said that Steve was her greatest love.

Everything about her was plated in gold, from her strawberry ringlets down to her heart.

Boo Boo never had much of a taste for Midwestern life.

She thought of it as some special sort of hell Steve’s mother had been exiled to when she married Patrick Harrington. A desolate wasteland far from the molasses bayou's of the promised land. Displaced from the twangy guitars of Crosby Steels and Miss Lorette Lynn.

Boo Boo never understood why Delilah couldn’t bring Steve home, to New Orleans. Why she insisted on keeping him in the world of men, content with a life devoid of magic.

Everything about Hawkins confused her. The way women wandered the streets with flat hair and unpainted nails was somethin’ else, she said, curious how they went without their armor.

That was one of Boo Boo’s best kept secrets; women need their chainmail when they go out into the world. Any southern lady worth her weight in hairspray wouldn’t be caught dead with chipped polish, and she taught Steve how to be a southern woman through and through after the first time she caught him playing in his mother’s high heels.

Boo Boo called it what it was, from the very beginning. “Got to look pretty for your man someday, baby doll.”

Steve watched as she slipped one long, golden finger nail under the hooded dryer, checking highlights trapped under waves of aluminum foam. “Daddy says I won’t ever get a husband.” Steve said, frowning. “Daddy says--”

“That man thinks Lemon Pepper chicken wings come wet, darlin’, I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” Boo Boo smiled down at him, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Pretty little thing like you? I bet the boys will be swarming like honey bees in the springtime.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m not pretty. My knees looked like baked potatoes.”

“Potatoes?” Boo Boo declared. “I don’t think so, you just gotta grow into that figure. And you will, someday.”

Steve never found it much use to argue, never found his footing even as the stylist came and removed Boo Boo’s hair from the dryer and they migrated, as all birds do, south for the winter.

To the mint green chair in front of the big mirror where the spells were cast, boxing them into that perfect little dollhouse wonderland.

Steve watched in awe, leaning against the palm of his hand as Boo Boo grew more and more beautiful by the minute.

He wished that could be him. He hoped, someday, it would be.

Boo Boo said that being a lady lived in more than just the spray that went on in the morning.

It was easy to be beautiful. To paint yourself up like a Barbie doll and gain attention of all kinds from good and bad men alike, but it was harder to keep a level head. To do the right thing, the way God intended.

He took her word as truth. As he grew up, Steve realized a lot of girls would never be ladies and it was evident, Boo Boo said, in the way they treated each other. Always tearing the next one down to make room for themselves, providing compliments that sting and bite back, taking chunks of invaluable flesh with them as they go.

That was the mark of Cain.

The undoubtable truth that they would never grow into something worthy of respect.

When Boo Boo came to town for Christmas the year Steve fell in love for the first time, he had to know.

“How do I get girls to like me?” He asked, posted up in front of his mother’s vanity as Boo Boo went to work on his hair. “I mean. How do I get them to understand that I don’t want to hurt them, and I’m not a threat to them--”

“Why would you be a threat, baby doll?”

Steve thought of Billy.

Billy Hargrove, who made his bones turn to pudding cups and his heart burn red with fire and heat under the light of eyes so blue Steve felt like Dolly probably wrote that song about him.

I can see the light of a clear blue mornin’--

“There’s a boy.” Steve said.

Because. “There’s always a boy.” Boo Boo began mixing the bleach in her little green bowl, smiling to herself. “And these girls feel threatened by you?”

“He likes me.” Steve thought of Billy’s lips, so pink they tasted like strawberry bubblegum, pressed against his under the bleachers during fifth period. Before he could stop himself, Steve’s fingers brushed his bottom lip, remembering.

Feeling the way Billy’s teeth had pulled that sensitive flesh, almost like he wanted to--

“I think he likes me.” Steve shook his head. “And they’re mad at me. Like maybe I took Billy from them, or something.”

“As long as he wasn’t kissin’ some poor girl while he’s kissin’ you, I don’t see how they hold any claim over him.” Boo Boo said, pinning Steve’s hair down as she added highlights to his soft brown locks. Highlights the exact shade of her own. “Real women see strength and they applaud it. Tearing other women down ain’t gonna get you nowhere.”

Steve knew what she meant. He wasn’t a woman, he was old enough to know that now, but in the matter of love?

Steve might as well have been a thirteen year old girl, the way he wanted to fight for this boy. The way he’d develop that killer instinct, to take what was so clearly his. What Billy had given to him.

“If they try to tear me down first, what do I do?”

Boo Boo took a drag from the cigarette between her lips, fingers never stalling as they wrapped Steve’s head in aluminum foam. “If they’re weak enough to go after what’s already done, they aren’t worth your time, darlin’.”

Steve thought about his mother. His shining star. He thought, too, of Mary Bell. The pretty redheaded girl who sometimes held his father’s arm too long at the office.

He thought of what his mother was always saying on the phone, to other women her age, a glass of wine in one hand and a funny smelling cigarette in the other.

She’s trying to take my man. Delilah Harrington, who was just as pretty as a magnolia in may and who was tough as steel, crumbled with the weight of that sentence. She’s gonna take him.

Steve stuck his lip out in thought. “What if they try to take Billy away from me?”

Boo Boo cackled, lifting her perfect fingernails to snatch and snub the cigarette into a pretty pink ash tray. “Honey,” She said, smiling. “I don’t care if that girl is God’s gift to this Earth, she ain’t woman enough to take your man.”

#Harringrove #I have this incredibly self indulgent hc that Steve will sing that song #you ain't woman enough #at any given opportunity #and Steve's grandmother is a southern belle #you can't change my mind

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hey! i was wondering if you still do saints row, if yes, then may i request a character from saints row 2? jyunichi x ronin! female reader ?

hello! yeah for sure, i'm still taking request if anyone else is interested!

Pairing: jyunichi x ronin! female reader (M/F)

Warnings: PG13 makeout, graphic violence, language

Description: See ask. I transition from scene to scene to limit my word count to important parts. You are Jyunichi's right hand, he is informally training you and has been since the Ronin first came to Stilwater. You're coming to terms with your feelings with each other.

Your jaw clenches, a bead of sweat dripping into your brow as you plunge your blade into his sternum. He barely has a chance to scream before you tear it out, kicking him aside as you impale the Samedi to your left. You have to get closer for this one. You can smell his bargain brand cologne mixed with his sweat, and a mixture of cannabis and chocolate on his breath. At least he had a good last meal. Not that this was something you'd want to experience while on an edible.

His body falls, leaving you panting and your katana dripping. No matter how many times you see it, it always amazes you how much liquid is in a body. Will you ooze like that when you're gone? Destroy the floor you die on? Will someone fight as desperately as these guys did to avenge you when you fall?

"Very good. Your technique is improving." Jyunichi states, you can feel your eyes widening. How close is he standing to you?? You blink, trying to keep your face as blank as possible as you slowly turn to face him and the rest of the bodies.

"Thank you, sir." You breathe with a small smile, bowing your head. He offers a node back. You let out an exhale, trying to keep your breath from shaking. There are a few other Ronin members, chuckling and chattering about how "easy" their fights were, but while you've all won it was not without casualties. No victories came without sacrifice. You knew that, it was one of the first lessons Jyunichi taught you.

He's been your instructor for a few years now. You joined up with the Ronin as soon as you got word they were coming. Your mother was a member in Japan before she moved to the States to raise you. There have been rumors floating around that the elder Akuji, the OG if you will, was on his way. Which wouldn't surprise you in the slightest, considering how poorly Shogo was handling the return of the Saints.

Jyunichi repeats your name. You blink wildly, turning away from the passenger window.

"Yes? I apologize, my mind has been elsewhere." You state. He mutters something in Japanese.

"What do you think about going to Kanto? We haven't been there in some time." He asks huskily. Your face tightens.

"Maybe another time."

"You haven't drunk with us in weeks. Why? " He says in a low tone. You purse your lips. Why? Because you've been avoiding him after you watched him snap a table in half shirtless and with his bare fucking hands when he heard that the casino had been robbed by Johnny fucking Gat. Because if the stress of fixing Shogo's fuck-ups wasn't enough, you also had to avoid being alone and drunk with your mentor because you know what you're fucking like when you're drunk.

"Not since the casino. I don't need to reward myself for Ronin's mistakes." You grimace, stone-faced and staring out the windshield.

"Then let me reward you for your progress." Jyunichi breathes. Your eyes widen as you turn to him just as takes a turn. Both catch you by surprise and the next thing you know your face is mere inches away from his neck. Jyunichi sighs, effortlessly holding you by your collar bone with one arm. Your cheeks start to flush as you inhale his cologne. You could kiss him right now. You could just grab his hand from your chest and kiss him in his own fucking car. He did say he wanted to reward you...

"Put on your seatbelt." He says, his eyes softening. You swallow and let him hold you there for another moment before you follow his orders. You know that if you had let your inhibitions go for that moment, it would be the last time you kissed him too. It was better to wait. Or at least that's what you tell yourself.

"And for you?" The server asks, looking expectantly at you. You let out a small huff.

"The same, but with a chicken katsu." She nods, leaving the two of you.

"You said we were going with others." You comment, taking a sip of your lager.

"I said nothing of the sort."

"You implied it." You surmise, raising a brow. Jyunichi purses his lips, taking a drink.

"Maybe so, but you needed a break."

"A break? From what? Watching you lie to and decapitate a woman?" You sneer.

"You killed more than I today."

"Yeah, and it was much more impressive because they weren't tied up in their own living rooms."

"What are you getting at?" Jyunichi's leans in closer, his eyes narrowing.

"Nothing." You chuckle, shaking your head. You just wanted to see if you could get a rise out of him. You take another sip, leaning towards him as you turn. Jyunichi's much closer than you were expecting, you can see the faint wrinkles around his eyes, the bags and stress lines that working for Shogo has rewarded him with. But he hasn't faltered, not once. You wonder how many people have seen those big brown eyes this close and lived to tell the tale.

"Nothing? Are you sure about that?" He asks, chewing on each syllable. Your heartbeat quickens.

"Maybe I'm just jealous." You chide, leaning in closer as your cheeks start to flush again. He slowly smirks, leaning into your ear and resting his right arm on the back of your chair as he sits to your left. You can feel his warm breath on your lobe and smell the sake on his lips. His thumb gently caresses your back.

"Of?" He breathes. You chuckle, strands of hair falling into your face. He simpers.

"Ask me again after dinner." You utter, turning into him and grinning. Jyunichi chortles, his hand migrating to your back. His lips brush up against your neck as his grip tightens and he pulls you closer.

"I don't think I will." Jyunichi breathes as he kisses your collarbone. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment as your heart pounds in your chest.

"Why? You think I'm just going to eat your cock instead?" You surmise with a sneer, raising a brow. Jyunichi's eyes go wide as he stifles a laugh.

"If that's what you're offering-" Jyunichi starts before letting out a groan as you jab him in the sternum. He sticks his fingers into your waist in retort causing you to yelp as he presses his lips onto yours. Your hand wraps around his upper thigh, squeezing him. Jyunichi's reaches his other arm to your neck, knocking your drink over. Jyunichi presses is tongue further into you, stifling a laugh as he consumes you.

With each passing second you fall further away from consciousness, slipping into his arms. The bar was almost empty, but it didn't matter anyway. His fingers press into your waist, his other hand gently holding you neck. Do you want to end up in his lap? Yes, but not now. You press your fingers into his thigh, holding his face with your left arm.

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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She Who Walks the Line Between Part 4

Maul x GreyJedi!Reader

Word Count: 3103

WARNINGS: Child abuse, night terrors, fluff

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Six weeks had passed since your ship went down and Maul 'rescued' you. Thanking him with a kiss to his cheek that neither of you mentioned after that night. Since he was rebuilding muscle that used to be there rather than starting from scratch, he built himself back up fairly quickly. Especially because you were constantly nagging at him to eat if he didn’t take the initiative to do it himself at least three times a day. His face was fuller and his arms and chest much more prominent under his trademark deep v tunics. His thighs were also thickening up quite nicely you thought often to yourself. His eyes still glowed gold but it was a honeyed glow like a sunset, so much softer than they once were. No longer bloodshot and raging.

Some days he would push his progress much too far and require soaking in an unbelievably hot bath. You would’ve been almost frightened if he hadn’t told you his core temperature was much higher than yours. You always offered massages to which he would try to turn down but you never really let him refuse. You could tell he wanted them. His entire demeanor would change if you only brushed against him let alone actually dedicated time to rubbing the strain from his muscles. Whatever horrors he dealt with as apprentice to a Sith Lord he had no comfort to turn to before, that much was apparent. Followed by a decade of forced solitude, you always made him melt with ease.

He was a worthy sparring partner to say the least. Despite having new legs, he was incredibly nimble. His muscle memory was powerful at worst, awe striking at best, but he was still easily flustered which was his downfall. Every. Single. Time. Just recently you dodged a swing of his crimson Saber by dropping into a split and throwing your head backwards. The sight of it caused him to lose his footing. One of the goats bleated at him like she was laughing which of course sent you into a giggle fit of your own as you stood back up to your feet clutching your sides.

Today you two would be doing something different though, assuming he would accompany you, which was a safe assumption. The two of you sat at your small table by the kitchen drinking caf, Maul was eating waffles you had freshly cooked while you flipped through an encyclopedia you yourself had written on the planet.

"What are you looking for?" He asked, trying to see what you were reading from the other side of the table.

Leaning back in your chair you took a long drink of your caf, finishing the mug with a sigh. "Well, there's a particular ocean species that lives here that migrate through this side of the planet once every few years. If I remember right, because I can't find my notes..." You stood and walked to refill your cup. "If I remember correctly, they should be passing right by us today or tomorrow or… sometime soon. Honestly I don’t know why I write anything down if I can’t look back on it when I need it.”

Maul suppressed a smirk. He had come to realize that with all your brilliance and various talents you could be unorganized and forgetful. Just the other day he caught you frantically looking for a seventh goat, having to remind you that you only had six. Six goats, seven chickens, one rooster.

Still wearing your dangerously short sleeping shorts and with your back to him, Maul had a moment to admire your legs without threat of you noticing. "What creature is it?" He asked while eyeing a scar on your inner thigh he hadn't noticed before following the curve of your backside.

"Well, they don't have a name, from what I know anyway but they look a lot like the Purgill that live in space. Not nearly as big cause, you know, space is a lot bigger than the ocean here." You stirred cream into your brew and sat back down crossing your legs.

Now he leaned back in his chair, shoulders shaking lightly with a silent chuckle, “you know I did know space was bigger than the ocean here.”

You playfully pointed your spoon at him in a mock warning before smiling and continuing.

"I'm gonna go down to the beach and see if I can find them. They're one of my favorites on this planet. We're nearing the mating and migration time of a few species actually so wildlife is gonna be more apparent around here."

"I'll have to flip through that book of yours and study up." He smiled at you.

"Well you're lucky you have someone like me who knows this planet pretty damn well. Even if I can’t find my notes." You flashed him a returning smile and stood. Your hand ran over his scalp affectionately as you made your way to your room to get dressed for your adventure.

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Maker, did she realize exactly what she did to him he wondered. He swore he could still feel her touch after she had left. He was indeed lucky to have her, not just for her knowledge of this strange world. A now familiar knot grew in his belly once again, the same one that never failed to show up when she touched him. He wasn't sure what it was.

He stood and cleared the table, washing the dishes from their breakfast in the sink. The first time he did this she had actually flustered almost embarrassed 'thank yous' saying she had meant to do them herself. Since that moment he made it his job. After all she did everything else for him. He ran fingers over his hearts down to his belly and gripped where the invisible knot formed. Most of her books were educational, breeching just about every topic at least fundamentally. She did however have a small collection of fiction. One of which he had read that held a romantic theme. Was this what love felt like? Happiness? Is this what Lord Sidious had kept from him his entire life? Or was it simply admiration?

Not ever having felt anything like it before he couldn't say but one thing he did know for a fact. He hoped against all hope that in a way he'd never 'fully recover' fearing once the scale she talked about was perfectly balanced again she'd send him away and continue her life of solitude. She had sought this out. She had chosen this life. This planet, purposefully unpopulated with sentient life. As far as he knew and saw she was the only person here.

His brows furrowed and as if she could sense his distraught increasing, he heard her call to him. "Darling," she mewled just loud enough for him to hear. Possibly too quick he made his way to the door of the fresher where he heard the water running. Darling he thought, he had never heard her call him that before, he was sure.

"There’s a pack hanging from the door, could you fill it with snacks for us? It'll probably be a while on the cliffs." He silently carried out her will, obsessing over the name she had called out from the shower. Thoughts of her naked body dripping with warm water, calling out to him filled his mind. He had to physically shake his head to focus. Just as he finished packing the last Meiloorun she entered the room wearing her usual training garb, barefooted as usual when she dressed in it.

He watched as she added her encyclopedia and another small notebook to the pack along with a pair of electrobinoculars and a blanket. Swinging it over her shoulder she beamed at him obviously excited to see this strange creature.

Once they were out the door she started sprinting calling out "race you!" Maul smiled and gave her a few more seconds head start greedily watching how her body moved so gracefully before taking off after her. Allowing himself to fall into the role of a hunter once again. This however being the only prey he ever really wanted to catch. This was his element. This is where he was most comfortable, chasing, hunting. His legs propelled him forward while his arms pumped at his sides, feeling the wind push him onward towards his goal. It was a long race but her speed never let up, she was incredibly fast but not so fast that she could escape him. Just before she reached the cliff's edge preparing to jump, he darted in front of her and caught her in his arms, spinning from the velocity alone. His arms latched tightly around her waist and hers wrapped around his neck pulling his face to that sweet spot just below her ear.

They sat like that for what felt like only a second but also an eternity before a shaking hum rang through the air. Remembering what she had come for she pulled away excitedly.

"I thought we would be early but maker we made it just in time!" He released her and she jumped off the cliff, falling 200 feet before using the force to slow her fall lowering her safely to the sand below. Maul followed suit and met her where she stood, her toes wet with the tide rolling in over the sand before pulling back out to sea. Salt was heavy in the air but he could still smell her. Making her way back to the rock and clay cliffs she laid out the blanket and took a seat, spreading out her books and setting the food to the side. He joined her, sitting where he hoped wouldn't be too close.

Before his mind could roam too far, she gasped and pointed to the sea clutching his arm in excitement. Breaching out of the depths a giant creature almost took flight but just for a moment, calling out in a singing hum. They had massive heads and rounded teeth with four tentacles that trailed behind them. They were all painted in the same deep blue but had uniquely shaped and colored markings. Unlike their space brethren they didn't have bioluminescent streaks on the inside of their tentacles.

Maul watched in amazement as the creatures sang to one another, jumping and diving back down below like they were dancing for Y/N and his eyes alone. Looking through her electrobinoculars with one hand and sketching furiously with the other in the smaller of the two notebooks, never taking her eyes off of the Sea Purgill, she was entranced.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful, mysterious creature," she inquired utterly enthralled.

Now he was watching her, smile plastered on her face, cheeks rosy with excitement and salt flecks sticking to her hair. "I can honestly say no, I have not in all my life witnessed such a beauty." She closed her notebook and put away the electrobinoculars, pivoting her head to look into his eyes again; softer than she had ever seen them.

She scooted closer to him so their hips touched and leaned her head against his shoulder. Cautiously, he snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer and rested his cheek on the top of her head. Together they sat like this for hours, not moving, not speaking, simply watching the mighty creatures frolic through the waves on ahead.

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You didn't want to move from this spot. He hadn't touched you since he pulled you from your crashed shuttle yet you found every excuse to make fleeting contact with him. Now, with his strong arm wrapped around you, hand gripping your waist, your head nestled into his chest you could hear his tandem hearts beating. Beating hard, it both soothed and excited you. Falling for this tattooed warrior was not on your original agenda. Falling for anyone at all was never something you craved or saw yourself doing. Not because of the same reasoning as the Jedi you had tutored under. No, you didn’t fear attachment. It had always just looked like a distraction or a nuisance.

Yet you found yourself falling for him nonetheless. Selfishly you had hoped that the scales would never again be balanced because once they do, once he is completely and utterly healed... he would leave. Wouldn't he? Why would he want to stay here on this unpopulated world with you and you alone? He had been forced into his solitude while you had searched for yours. You no longer craved silence; no longer did you wish for the seclusion of this lovely planet. All you wanted was to listen to the velvety melody of his voice, to feel the almost impossible heat he radiated.

If you asked him to stay, would he? If he would ask you to leave with him, would you? You didn’t think you could leave. Not with the war raging across the galaxy. This was the only place where you couldn’t hear every scream of every person torn from life by mindless violence that wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. Feel every tear through the fabric of the force every time a Jedi either fell to the dark side or was killed. You can’t leave, and if you can’t leave for him; how could you ask him to stay for you?

The sun was starting to set and the creatures' appearances became less frequent. A realization dawned on you. Sensing your change Maul lifted his head to look at you, brows furrowed.

"The night of every migration a storm follows these beings. We should head back, whether it's rain or snow or wind it will be brought down on us soon." You watched him stand and extend a hand to you, taking it, he pulled you into a tight embrace. Both arms around you securely he whispered a thank you, lips just brushing against your ear. You didn't ask him what he was thanking you for, simply returning the hug with an equal fervor.

The two of you quickly packed up, leaping up the cliffs and making your way back home. Just as the cottage was in your eyeline the dark sky opened. Temperatures plummeting, snow fell from the heavens with a savage determination. Running now, you locked your animals in the barn and cranked up the heat. Power was hard to come by here with only the infrastructure that you had installed yourself, allowing only one heater for your homestead. Giving it to the animals was an easy decision.

Maul took your hand and ushered you inside, 6 inches had already stuck to the ground and your exposed skin was cold to the touch. Your bare feet no exception. He lit the hearth himself to take the chill off the room and wrapped you in a warm blanket. Before you could even think to ask, he brought you a hot cup of your favorite tea. He glowered over the fact that you still shivered.

He took your blanket and gathered you up into his arms, draping the blanket around the both of you. Holding your freezing feet in his hand. The heat he put off was almost burning against your form but you were more than grateful, sinking into him. You both fell asleep in each other’s arms but the dreams you had that night weren't your own.

A darkly hooded figure stood tall above a scarlet whimpering child. Tears streaked the red and black face of the young boy until the figure spoke. "Did I say you could eat yet?" He asked calmly but with venom in his tone. "N-no master I'm sorry I'm just... so hungr..." the boy was cut off when bolts of electricity shot out of his master and punished the boy. He screamed in agony, his cells burning. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE FROM ME APPRENTICE!" eating in front of the starving boy he screamed and continued to shock him. "YOU WILL KILL AND EAT WHAT YOU ARE HUNGRY FOR!" The boy still screaming managed to reply. "Yes master... I'm sorry master... Forgive me... PLEASE." He begged. He was attacked until his body started smoking "WHAT ARE YOU!" His master demanded as he finally released the child. The boy's claws dug into his forehead until he bled, sobbing. "I said WHAT ARE YOU?" his master demanded, shocking him again.

"I AM HUNTER... I AM FEAR... I AM FILTH... I AM NOTHING!" Screaming in torment he fell over, silent. He was tossed out carelessly onto a burning terrain surrounded by fiery pits of lava.

You awoke first, tears falling from your own eyes and you looked upon the man that lay next to you. He was still asleep but he was shaking, whining, nails digging into his own arms. You took his wrists and begged him to wake up.

"Maul... Maul darling please wake up!"

His eyes shot open blown out in fear and snarling, sitting up ready to kill until he focused on you. You softly pushed him down on the couch so he rested on his back. You leaned over him, wrapping your legs around his waist and running your hands soothingly over his body. Peppering his face in kisses whispering "you are safe... you are cared for... you are my joy... you are cleansed... you are everything." Tears welled in his eyes threatening to spill over. He gripped you with bruising fingers as if you would disappear should he let go. "I have you... you're with me... he can't find you here.." you continued to sooth him between tender kisses.

He looked up at you with those shimmering gold eyes, one hand entangling in your hair, he pulled your lips onto his with a desperation. He needed proof that he was in fact awake and not in a different dream. You brushed one of your hands against his cheek and gripped the back of his head, horns between your fingers and deepened the kiss. He slightly opened his mouth in a pleasured moan; eyes rolling back. Taking it as an invitation you glided your tongue over his teeth and against the tip of his tongue which he immediately responded but not the way you expected. He broke the kiss and pulled your body even closer to his as if to turn the two of you into one. For the rest of the night, you held one another, he had never been so thankful for his night terrors.

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Music to my ears

Music to my ears- 1.7k

Blurb night: (Request: What abt like something in the studio? Like studio sex 🥵 your header inspired me lol)

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Y/n always loved when Harry brought her to the studio with him, seeing her man all in his grove and in his element made her happy. She couldn’t deny how sexy he looked when he was strumming on the guitar or sitting with a clenched jaw, drumming his fingers while tweaking some lyrics to make it perfect.

Harry was all smiles when he heard the studio door open, his beautiful girlfriend making her way into the room holding some water bottles for him and the band, and some nice food- remembering to skip any item with dairy in it since it can clog up his throat with phlegm which wouldn’t be too good while trying to belt out another billboard hit.

“There she is! Hey darlin’” Harry craned his neck to peck her as she walked by, he was seated in a office chair going over some sheet music Mitch had written that belonged to the instrumental section of one of his works in progress and Y/n gave him a good once over decided he looked especially hot in his black slacks and wrinkled rolling stones shirt. “I brought treats! The BLT for Mitch, Cesar salad hold the crotons for Sara with a side of soup, two blueberry muffins and a black tea for Jeff and a sparkling lemon water with a vegan chicken noodle soup for my Harry- with of course- the breads you requested with it my dear.”

Y/n handed out the goodies to the group of artists, giving Harry his food with a kiss on his cheek perching herself on the table in front of him to snag a few bites of his food every so often as she talked with the group listing to some of the music they’d already got down dancing in her spot a little bit enjoying the behind the scenes of his upcoming album. “Sound’s good, I think you got another hit in the makin’ here baby. ‘m proud of yeh bub!” Y/n ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, the man giving her a content coo and grip on her thigh in return rubbing his thumb on the denim covered skin lovingly.

“Thank ya’, couldn’t do it without these guys or you my love. You guys make me great, would be nothin’ without ya’” his sweetness got a chorus of adored ‘awes’ which the slightly arrogant artist bathed in dramatically waving his hands and pretending to be bashful earning him some chuckles from everyone in the room.

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It was nearing 10 in the evening when Mitch finally decided to call it a night, everyone else besides Harry and Y/n had left over the last few hours. Each trickling out with some yawns and good bidding's as they decided to make their way home but Harry was focused on his music, and Y/n knew once he was this much in a grove, he wasn’t going to pack up till he felt it was time. in the meantime Y/n was sprawled out on one of the couches in the room, her left hand absentmindedly running over the suede pushing the material back and fourth in a satisfying pattern while scrolling through her phone texting a few friends and replying to some emails in between playing random games on the device.

Harry was deep into his work, tongue tucked between his teeth while his knee bounced slightly to the melody playing in his head. He was currently trying to put the finishing touches on medicine , a rather proactive song that he was still on the fence about releasing or keeping a concert special. His inspiration behind it was his journey through sexuality, romance and the fast pace lust that he’s experienced as a star during his formative years. Of course his Y/n was a big inspiration on that track, their sexual endeavors prominent in his mind while coming up with the lyrics.

His mind was filled with photographic memories of the times they did various naughty things. The foursome in brazil where they both explored bisexuality, having Harry, Y/n and then another couple join them, the hand full of times they’d had sex in public. In his car, in an alley, in bathroom at the VMA’s. on the roof, in a pool, and even the once Y/n went down on him in his mothers back garden while she ran to the shop. He thought of the sloppy kisses, the spitting, cum eating, rim jobs and pussy eating. It was all so dirty and god he knew this song would drive people mad. So being the cheeky bastard he is, he made two final decisions about the piece of work right then and there.

1- It would be an exclusive concert song

2- He wanted to have some special audio in it

Harry knew the idea was daring, likely to turn heads and cause mothers of concert goers to place a hand over their heart with a raised eyebrow but this was his music and he never had an issue with controversial art.

The man then looked to his side, seeing his love in her natural state. Relaxed, lips slightly pursed with her eyelashes batting every few seconds as she focused on the screen. Somehow even when she was lying in a lazy position, hair in a messy bun with a small stain from her tea on the bottom of her shirt, she still looked insanely beautiful.

“Love?” y/n shifted her eyes towards her boyfriend when she heard the pet name, turning onto her side to give him her full attention. “What’s up, H?” she rested her chin on her fist, blowing a few stray hairs out of her eyes. “How would you feel about helpin’ me out with this song?”

Harry gave her a bit of a suggestive taunt of his brows, the girl tilting her head slightly. “Sure, what do yeh have in mind, bub?” Y/n was quick to her feet walking towards him to peer down at the notebook full of lyrics, yet her attention was soon focused on the sensation of being tugged into his lap and the feeling of a rather firm lump pressing into her bum. Her head turned to look at her now smirking boyfriend, pursing her lips slightly in question. “Well, the songs a bit alt to what I usually write…going to keep it off the album make it exclusive but I think I want some background audio of us…making love princess.”

To be clear, Y/n wasn’t a prude. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality, she actually felt very empowered by how confident she was about her sex life and Harry found it exceptionally sexy to be with a woman who was open and not shy at all about trying new things, and this was definitely a new one for her to consider.

He gave her a moment to mull it over, seeing her head sway slightly while she weighed the offer before she gave a shrug and a nod to her boyfriend. “Sure, why not? Gonna be music layered on it right? So it’s not full blown balls smacking into ass?” her question made the man snort, nodding his head. “Yup, gonna layer the instrumental over it. Hoping to isolate the vocals of the moaning to mesh into the music then my singing. I think it could sound fuckin’ excellent and well I get to fuck yeh, so I think it’s a win win hmm?” his hands migrated to her tits, giving them a firm squeeze as his lips pressed into the back of her neck. His touches achieved his goal of sending a shiver through his girl, her spine tingling and hips starting to squirm as he sponged open mouth kisses from the nape of her neck to each shoulder.

“Yea…yea lets do it.” Her words were breathier, his touch putting her under his spell instantly. Lust hung in the air while he kept his grip on her his free hand used to turn on the mic in the sound booth before starting the recording and pushing them both in the padded room.

“god, you’re a doll lettin’ me fuck yeh for my track. I love you so much baby..” his words were as rushed as his frantic hands tugging their clothes off. Hers were prying the buttons of his trousers undone while he ridded her of her bra and started on her pants their mouths crashing together in a sloppy, needy dirty kiss. One that left the lower half of their faces shiny and their teeth slightly clenched from knocking them together in the heat of their movements.

“I love you more, jesus Haz, please hurry up need you in me.” Y/n worked on shoving her panties to the side, Harry hoisting her leg up to have her angled just right to sink his cock into. These were the moments he praised whoever invented birth control, nothing beats getting to spontaneously fuck his girl without having to worry about finding a condom.

Gasps, moans and whines filled the booth. The pleasured noises bouncing off the foam glued to the walls, the insulation amplifying their noises as Harry pounded himself inside Y/n relentlessly, his cock forcibly spreading her inner walls stimulating the deepest parts of her making her pour out a river of beautiful moans he couldn’t wait to mesh into the song. He did little to contain his own groans, deciding if they were prominent in the recording he’d match them with the bass so the deep tones complimented each other.

“ ‘m gonna cum”

The string of words every guy loves to hear from the woman they are pleasuring, it boosts their ego and gives them an extra shot of stamina to push her over the edge satisfying her fully before he lets himself go.

When the tightening of her cunt gripped onto his cock, sucking him in further happened the best moans of the session were let out. Harmonious perfectly pitched moans spilling from her mouth, his joining hers in a duet soon after as his balls gave everything they had inside of her. the pair were a sticky mess, but it didn’t matter to them they both were still in the orgasmic haze complimented with the rush of voyeurism.

“Jesus baby, I think we just secured a grammy.”

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sincerlypadfoot · 3 years

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A One Night Stand (Chapter One)

Showing up to a slytherins party is all fun and games until you wake up in a bed thats not yours, and in a common room that's not even close to yours, with a boy beside you

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Warning! Smut, hard core 18+

A/N: If you really wanna get in the mood of this story, listen to This Playlist, it’s what I wrote this story too, enjoy. I also am sitting alone in bed, eating Oreo and never feeling more lonley.

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“Sam are you actually going to that party?” Hermione asked her best friend, Samantha Douglas as she dug herself in her closet, looking around blanketly. After a couple minutes of silent Sam pulled out with a smile turning to Hermione.

“I was invited, and so was everyone else, to celebrate letting loose, why don’t you come with me?” Sam smiled, holding a black dress up in the air, thing straps, her right leg would stick out and just laid to her ankles. “Plus, just before the winter break, and i’m sure Mclaggon has a thing, would love to see you there,” She smirked looking at Hermione.

Hermione blushed shaking her head. “Everyone was invited, if Harry and Ron go then i’ll go,” Hermione turned on her heels with a big of a smile, walking out the door, leaving Sam to do her own thing.

She wasn’t alone for long before Parvati Patil bursted in with a smile. “OH you’re going to the Slytherin party I hear?” She said with a smile, holding a drapped dress over her arms.

“And you are as well?” Sam asked smiling brightly and holding her dress up in the air. “Good, because I didn’t wanna get ready on my own,” Parvati let out a laugh as Sam walked to the bathroom, keeping the door open just a bit.

Both girls had used their wands to quickly do their makeup, grateful that they had found the right spell for it, hair as well. Sam had her hair in a loose bun well Pavarti curled her hair just at the ends.

“So I was thinking!” Pavatis said quickly with a smile, undrapped her dress. “Little ruthless tonight don’t you think,”

“Ruthless is my middle name!” Sam shouted slipping her dress on, she zipped up her dress and walked out. “How do I look?” She asked with a smile, turning around so Pavarti could see all.

“You look like your gonna get some tonight,” Parvati laughed slipping on the rest of her dress. “What about this?” She asked smirking and turning around. Parvati had warn a short yellow dress, looking stunning.

“Like you’re gonna be getting something good tonight,” Sam laughed shaking her head. “Shell we go?” She asked grabbing her wand.

“I think so, hopefully Hermione lightens up and joins us latter,” Pavarti opened the door and the two girls walked out.

Hermione, Harry and Ron all sat on the common room couch, chatting along, but they soon stopped talking as they seen the two girls.

“Hope to see you at the party tonight,” Sam smiled, Ron had looked as both girls confused, Harry smirking and Hermione shaking her head.

“Don’t come back to late, we won’t wait up,” Hermione shouted at Parvati and Sam chuckled at they walked out.

The two girls took a secret passage, just laid outside the common room, it was a statue of a guardsman, leading to a slide.

“You first,” Parvati suggested opening up the passage. Sam shook her head, leaning forward and looking down the dark tunnel.

“Meet you there,” Sam placed herself on the ground, putting her legs first into the slide then looked back at Parvati. “Don’t forget to shut it,” Pavarti pushed Sam surprised, causing her to let out a little laugh as she slide down on her back.

Sliding for a couple seconds before landing in a ball bit, placed by Pansy Parkinson at Sams request.

“Didn’t think you’d ever show up Sammy,” Pansy greeted, helping Sam up quickly from the bit, the Slytherin common room was already beaming with music, people dancing, drinks in everyone's hands.

Pavarti game flying down in a laughing fit, causing Sam and Pansy to laugh, helping the girl out.

“Oi Douglas, got you a drink!” Draco shouted over the music, walking over to Sam who turned in his direction with a smile.

“Oi Malfoy, nice seeing you here!” Sam laughed taking the drink out of Draco's hand and taking a sip. “What is it!” She asked looking in at the dark liquid in her cup.

“Thats a secret!” Blaise shouted, walking beside Draco with a smile. “I was thinking you weren’t gonna show up, thought you chickened out,” He teased Sam making her roll her eyes.

“And miss seeing the action, never,” Sam took the rest of her drink and handing her cup to Blaise. “I could use a refill thought,”

Blaise smirked, taking his wand out of his pocket and waving it over the cup, letting it refill itself.

“Dance with me Sammy!” Pansy shouted, taking Sams hand as she grabbed her drink, she smiled at Draco and Blaise, then Parvati who had been already dancing with a group of girls.

Pansy, Parvati and Sam all danced, the music had turned to a soft rap, causing the three girls to dance, their drinks refilling themselves with a charm.

Sams hands were in the air, her drink unable to spill as she spun around, the music had overtaken everything, her heart vibrated, without a care in the world from her now.

It hadn’t taken long before Sam had felt buzzed, Parvati migrating over onto the corner couch, taking to Adrian Pucey who had a bottle in his hands.

“Can I have a dance?” Blaise asked coming behind Sam. She quickly turned around, stumbling but Blaise took his free hand, placing his on her waist.

“Thank you,” Sam chuckled cocking her head and looking up at Blaise. “This is a nice party, did a pretty good job with the drinks!” She had shouted louder then she thoughts.

“You look really nice tonight!” Blaise chucked his drink, then leaning down and placing his empty cup on the ground.

Sam blushed at his remark, looking down at his hands that were completely around her waist now. Without thinking she placed her hands around his shoulder, looking up at him.

“You look very nice as well Blaise Zabini,” Her lips curled with a smirk. “Thanks for inviting me, I really needed a night out!” Blaises face had become clearer to Sam. He had dark brown eyes, going darker the more he drank, dimples that made Sams heart beat harder, not like her heart had been almost beating out of her chest.

But Blaise had been looking at Sam the same way, admiring her half down ponytail, to her light brown eyes, all the way down to her collar bone, then lower.

“Sam!” Pansy shouted jumping almost completely on Sam. “Pavarti just went up stairs with Adrian,” She laughed loudly, causing Sam to move her hands off of Blaise and turning to Pansy.

“OH my!” Sam laughed, shaking her head, Blaises hands were still wrapped around Sams waist, but she hadn’t seemed to mind.

“Pansy!” Draco shouted walking over. He looked at Blaise, then down at his arms. “Come on, dance with me!” He grabbed Pansys hands, dragging her away from Blaise and Sam.

Who’s back at now been turned, placed on Blaises chest.

“Hello,” Sam smirked, looking over her shoulder and up at Blaise who had looking down at Sam.

“Having fun?” Blaise asked at Sam leaned her head back, moving her hand from side to side with her eyes closed.

“The time of my life!” Sam shouted, she moved her hands, landing them on her stomach, where Blaises hands were. “I feel hot!” She laughed making Blaises laugh.

Blaises moved his arms a bit, helping Sam turn around so they were again, face to face.

“Have I told you how pretty you look tonight!?” Blaises asked, telling Sam again, his arms placed on her waist still.

“Blaise,” Sam blushes, looking around her, everyone seemed to be totalled, having been here for almost two hours, the party had already been going on for a hour.

Sam looked back at Blaise, she had been almost five inches shorter than him, not able to be face to face, but looking straight she’d been at his chin.

Without, again, thinking, she leaned herself forward, looking at Blaises lips, their lips only inches, hardly away from each other, Blaise leaned forwards, his lips nicked at Sams, both equally drunk, losing count at how many drinks they’d had.

It hadn’t taken long before Blaises hands went to the back of Sams back, pulling her closer to him. The both kissing each other fast.

The pair pulled back, both out of breath, Sam smirked, Blaise taken by surprise, looking at Sam, his heart beating out of control.

Blaise let go of Sams hand, winking at her before taking off, grabbing his drink off the floor and walking up the stairs, he looked back at Sam, who was looking at him confused. He stuck his hands out, companding her to follow him up.

Sam looked around the room, everyone not paying attention to what had just happened. She grabbed her drink, chucking the rest before following Blaise up the stairs.

Blaise was already gone, in his room, waiting for Sam. She came into the rooms only seconds later, looking at Blaise.

Her whole perception off him changed. His Black shirt projected his biceps, his stands and all, turned Sam on.

Sam smirked, closing the door behind her and locking it. Taking Blaise by a shock, but he walked forward, cornering Sam into the wall.

“You’re really testing me out huh?” Blaise whispered, placing his hands on Sams lower back, towering over her completely.

“Just getting what I want,” Sam hummed up, looking up at Blaise who had a smirk on his face. His hands now placed on her bare skin, causing Sam to shiver.

“Oh you’re gonna get it,” Blaise mumbled, leaning down and placing his lips on Sams once more, Sam moved herself forward, placing her chest on Blaises.

Sam placed her hands on Blaises chest, smiling deeping as she pushed Blaise to his bed, causing him to sit down.

“Feisty,” Blaise smirked at Sam placed herself on Blaises lap, leaning forwards and planting love bits on his neck. Both her legs strapped on him.

“Blaise,” Sam moaned him Blaises neck as she bit softy, Blaises hands went back to Sam's back, reaching down the top of her dress and unhooking her bra. With the help of Sam her bra was thrown across the room.

Sam had moved from Blaises neck, leaving a dark hickey. She looked at his button up shirted. Her fingers reaching for the buttons and undoing them all, revealing Blaises tones abes.

“Fuck your hot,” Blaises whispered backing more on the bed, helping Sam poston good to that she was on top of him. Blaises grabbed his wand that laid beside him, shutting the curtains around his bed.

“You have no idea,” Sam whispered moving herself down a bit, leaning down and planting a kiss on Blaises Abs, kissing each one before moving down, deeping kissing down his V-line before meeting his belt.

“Fuck Sam,” Blaise moaned, leaning his had back at Sam slowly undid his belt, tossing at away and unbuttoning his pants.

Hearing Blaise moan her name caused her whole body to shiver, Blaise helped taking his pants off, throwing them aggressively across the room, exposing his cock.

Sam smirked, looking up at Blaise, then opening her mouth and taking everything in. Her hands gripping the bottom of his cock, stroking as she moved her mouth up and down.

Blaise let out a moan, grabbing Sams hair and holding tight, Sam had eventually moved faster, when she looked up at Blase his head had been back on in his pillow.

As she felt his cock twist in her mouth she slowly stopped, Blaise’s hand came out from Sams hair.

Sam licked her lips, Blaise opened his eyes, grabbing Sam and putting his leg over and flipping her onto her back.

“What are you gonna do to me?” Sam teases, her dress still on. But not for long as Blaise smirking, him completely nude. His hands grabbing Sams strapped. pulling them down.

With Sams help now, she slipping her dress off, Blaise tossing it off her bed, exposing just her panties.

“Oh you’ll like it,” Blaise whispered leaning down, his right hand placed on Sams boob, kissing her stomach, his other hand on her thigh, grabbing hard.

“Blaise,” Sam moaned, causing Blaise to completely move down, both his hands placed on Sams panties, as he tugged them off, tossing them away, exposing her sweet spot.

Blaise went right in, placing both his hands on Sams legs, guiding them up, his hands moving to her V-line, holding tight as his tongue roamed around her pussy.

Sam let out a deep moan, grabbing the sheets on each side. Her head now barried into the pillow.

She moaned again, Blaises name, her nails digging into her palm.

“Blaise I-I-I’m gon-,” That was all Sam said before Blaise moved up, coming face. to face with Sam.

“Fuck,” Blaise mumbled before leaning down and kissing Sams lip, her hands moved to his back as they both grinning on top of each others. Blaises cock rubbing against Sams pussy.

“Blaise I want you,” Sam mumbled. “I want you so bad,”

Blaise nodded his head, not letting his lips move from Sams has his left arm reached down, guiding his cock to the right poston then moving forward.

The pair let out a synches moan, Sam's head falling to the pillow. Blaise grinding into Sam, pulling her hands from his back and pinning them down, pushing himself forward.

Sam moaned loudly, causing Blaise to go even faster, both as close to coming at each other.

Blaise let out a deep groan, his grip on Sams wrist became looser as he pulled himself out and falling down beside Sam who had felt so good, her pussy throbbing.

“That was,” Sam mumbled, out of breath, both breathing hard, sweat falling from Blaises face. Sam closed her eyes, leaning her head back and letting the room spin around her.

Blaise looking over at Sam, tossing the blanket over her exposed body then crawling under the blanket himself.

#Blaise Zabini #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x #Blaise Zabini Smut #DracoMalfoy #AdrianPucey #Blaise Zabini x reader smut

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mxchellesworld · 4 years

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, praise

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

It had been a little over a month since the last time you went to the club. Work was starting to pick up for you and they had the same situation. However that never stopped you guys from seeing each other every so often. Time was either spent out for dinner or at their place.

Although you stuck to the ‘no dates’ rule you could tell there was a little more going on. You and Cat would always walk around holding hands which always warmed your heart. It was good to see her let go of the hard demeanor she held onto.

Spencer was as kind and gentle as always. He would always put his hand on the small of your back as you walked. He loved to help you get dressed, buttoning up your shirts, and helping you into sweatpants when your legs were entirely too weak to stand.

They never failed in taking care of you, not just sexually but emotionally as well. You’d spend nights on a call with either one of them talking about your lives and what was going on. They’d even send you good morning texts which would always make you smile.

The weekend was coming up so you texted in the groupchat to ask if they were busy, you had planned to do something nice for them. Since your apartment was now styled to your liking, you wanted to cook and have them over.

“What do you guys think about dinner at mine? Maybe Saturday night?”

Spencer responded first, “Yeah that works princess, can’t wait :)”

You giggled at the smiley, he was never one for emojis. Somehow you could always picture the little smile he gave whenever he typed one of those.

Cat responded a minute later, “What an amazing idea angel. We’ll be there lets say 5:30?”

“Perfect! See you guys then,” you sent with a red heart emoji.

You spent the rest of your day at work on cloud nine. Abbie had made a comment on how you were in for it tonight. Even your boss had noticed the way your shoulders seemed a little lighter as she bid you goodnight.

Saturday rolled around and you pulled out everything you needed to make dinner. You decided to make your aunt’s famous mac and cheese recipe along with roasted chicken and brussel sprouts. It was quick and easy but you took your time to make sure everything was cooked to perfection. You set up your dinner table with cute placemats and new plates you had bought.

Looking at the time you saw it was 4 pm which gave you just enough time to get ready. Turning the oven off but leaving the food inside to stay was, you made your way to the shower. You hopped out and grabbed your fluffy towel for your body, letting your hair air dry.

You settled for jeans and a silk tank top, not trying to dress up much but still look nice. You topped everything off with a belt and your everyday jewelry to add some spice to the outfit.

You made your way back to the bathroom where you did your makeup. Just a natural glam. Checking your phone you saw it was 5:15. That gave you enough time to clean up your kitchen and lay the food on the table.

Always one for being punctual, Spencer knocked on your door at 5:30 on the dot. You opened the door and he swallowed you in a big hug.

“Hey Spence, come in. Make yourself at home,” you said widening the door so he could get inside.

“Thanks,” he said shrugging off his jacket. He was dressed differently then you’d ever seen him. Jean jacket on top of a grey v-neck and blue jeans. You had always seen him in suits he wore for the lounge and when he was teaching. This was a good look on him too.

“Where’s Cat, I thought you’d guys would be here together?” you asked taking out some wine glasses.

“She was at her office earlier today, they got a new case so I think she was looking over it quickly. She’ll be here soon though.”

You motioned for him to sit on the couch and you came over with the glasses and a bottle, “Red okay?”

“Perfect,” he sighed.

You popped off the cork and poured him a glass then one for yourself. He reached over to clink your glass with his and you giggled at his actions. You both took a sip then set your glasses down.

“So what tricks are up your sleeve for tonight?” he asked raising his brow.

You opened your mouth in shock, “Me? Tricks? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He gave you look telling you he knew you were full of shit.

“Fine. It’s nothing bad,” you sighed, “You guys do so much to take care of me so I wanted to be nice and pay you guys back. Ya know take care of you for once,” you said picking the skin of your nails.

“Aw princess come here,” he said pulling you to straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he put his warm hands on your cheeks.

“We are so grateful to have you and that you want to take care of us,” he paused and you searched his honey eyes, “i - we really like having you around.”

You smiled and he pulled you in for a kiss. His kisses were always intense compared to Cats more delicate ones. You could feel the passion radiating off of him. You guys were stopped by a knock on your door.

You pulled away and ran a hand through his hair to comb it down, “Let me go get that.”

He nodded and you stood from his lap, walking over to your door. You opened it to see Cat holding another bottle of wine.

“Hey come in,” you said letting her through.

She set the bottle down on your table and pulled off her coat, “It smells great in here angel.”

You knew you’d be blushing so you looked down, “Thanks Cat.”

You turned into the kitchen to start pulling out the food. Spencer and Cat greeted each other with a nod. You looked at them questioningly but then quickly changed your expression. You had noticed that they never kissed in front of you.

“Do you need any help y/n/n?” Spencer asked.

“No don’t worry. Just bring our glasses over,” you turned to Cat, “let me get you a glass babe.”

“Babe?” she said questioningly.

Since when was that name off limits? you thought to yourself, you had used pet names before.

You turned to look at her, “Oh shit sorry. I didn’t mean-” she cut off your rambling.

“Y/n/n it’s fine, a glass would be great angel.”

You smiled at her then took out a glass and set on the table, filling it up halfway. You set it down and went back to get the chicken. Once all the food was at the table you took your seats.

“Alright dig in guys,” you said excitedly.

You all took turns serving yourselves the various items. Spencer was the first to take a bite of the mac and cheese. He let out a moan at the taste, “Where have you been hiding these cooking skills Y/n?”

“Hey they were not hiding. You guys just love to order out,” you defended.

“You need to write down the recipe for me later,” he said.

“Why so you can burn it,” Cat jabbed. You could tell it was meant to be light hearted but came off a little more hostile.

You quickly changed the topic to clear the tension in the air.

Dinner went by and the food was mostly done. A new bottle of wine was popped open mostly drank by you and Spencer. However he was holding it better than you were. You guys migrated over to the couch and had a movie playing in the back. Mostly you spent making conversations about work. Spencer was talking about his grading and lectures he planned. Cat couldn’t say much about her cases for confidentiality reasons.

10pm came by and they stood to leave.

“Hey um, do you guys wanna stay? I mean with the wine I just would feel better if you stayed later or maybe the night,” you looked at them hopefully.

“Sure” “No I should go”

They answered at the same time. You looked between the both of them. Cat spoke up first, “I should get going. I only had a glass and I need to be in early tomorrow to review the case. Spence you can stay though.”

“Aw ok. Well it was great having you Cat. Let me make you a plate to go,” she nodded and picked up her coat.

You walked over to the kitchen and pulled out some tupperware for her food. You looked over to see them silently talking. You tried not to listen in and instead focused on packing the meal.

Why was Cat acting so hostile all of a sudden? Everything was going fine and you thought maybe there could be something growing between all of you. Maybe she was having second thoughts about having invited you to play with them.

She walked over to the door and you handed her the box then wrapped her in a hug.

“Thanks for dinner. It was really great Y/n,” you slightly frowned at her use of your name instead of calling you angel.

She opened the door and didn’t look at Spencer as she walked out. You locked the door then turned to walk back over to him. He pulled you down onto the couch, picking up the remote, “Have you ever watched Doctor Who?”

You guys had made it through an episode before you both ended up asleep slumped on one another.

You woke up to the television still playing. The time on the cable box read 4 am. Looking over at Spencer you saw a curl splayed over his forehead and moved it out of the way. You lightly shook him awake, “Spence cmon lets go to bed.”

He stirred then his eyes opened and he looked at you with a smile. You stood up then held your hand out for him. He eagerly took it as you turned off the tv and made your way to your room.

“Alright I have a pair of your sweatpants I can pull out for you and there should be an extra toothbrush in the bathroom for you to use,” you said digging in your closet. You turned when he never replied, “Spence?”

You stood up and he stepped towards you smashing his lips on yours. He walked you over to your bed, never once breaking apart for air. His hands trailed up inside your tank top, gliding up and down the smooth skin. He separated from you to slide it over your head.

“Wait Spence,” you said.

“Are you alright? Did I do something wrong,” he said searching your eyes.

“No no. Cats not here and we’ve never done this alone so I don’t know if its... I don’t know allowed. I don’t want her to be upset.”

“Don’t worry about that princess. She won’t be mad and even if she is I’ll take the heat. It’s just us right now, okay? Don’t worry about anything else.”

He put a strand of hair behind your ear. You searched his eyes and saw nothing but comfort. You nodded, satisfied with his answer, “Alright.”

He smiled then leaned back in to kiss you. You felt him rock his hips between your legs. You let out gasps at the feeling of friction where you needed him most. Mustering up some force you flipped him over and nodded for him to slide up to the pillows. Your crawled over him and slid your hands up his chest before removing his shirt.

You leaned in to kiss his neck. Trying not to leave marks as you went. You trailed kisses down his abdomen and saw it flex under you.

You looked up at him as you went to unbuckle his belt, “Told you I wanna take care of you this time.”

You went to undo his zipper and pull down both his pants and boxers. He lifted his hips to help you then put his hands under his head, “Yeah you wanna make me feel good princess?”

You nodded eagerly, licking a stripe up the base to the tip, “Yes Sir.”

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, using your thumb to swipe over the precum leaking out of the top. He shuttered at the feeling. You licked the tip then started to take him into your mouth, sucking at he top. One of his hands moved to your hair, gathering it into a pony tail. He helped you bob your head and take him further down your throat.

He let you to catch your breath. A trail of split fell down your chin. He used his thumb to swipe it away before speaking, “You look so pretty like this princess.”

You went to start pumping his cock when he grabbed your hand, “Get the rest of your clothes off baby.”

You stood from the bed and went to your belt to pull your pants off. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Spencer was laying bare in front of you, stroking his long length, just weeping with arousal.

You bit your lip as you slid your panties down then got on the bed straddling his hips. You lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly slid down. You both let out moans at the feeling. His hands moved to grab your waist your placed yours on either side of his head.

After getting used to the stretch you starts to move your hips with his hands aiding you. Your head fell forward and your eyes scrunched closed at the feeling.

“Look at me pretty girl, Look in my eyes as you ride my cock,” he gritted out.

You moaned at his words, speeding up for motions to start bouncing on his thick length. You could feel every vein along your walls. You looked into his lust blown eyes, coffee rings were the only thing visible around his dark pupils.

The grip on your hips got tighter as he started meeting each of your thrusts. You moaned his name as he started hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars. He flipped you guys back over and started drilling into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping vibrated throughout the whole room.

He leaned in to press his lips against yours. You swallowed each others moans as he kept pounding into you. His hand intertwined with yours, “Fuck you’re so perfect y/n. You’re taking me so well baby, m’so proud of you,” he gritted in your ear.

“I’m so close Spence,” you whined in return.

Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer than he already was. There was no way to tell where you started and he ended. The way his pelvis was perfectly rubbling your clit was enough to set you off. You came with a silent scream. The knot in your tummy bursting as you trembled.

“That’s it cum for me princess. You’re doing so well. I’m right there with you.”

“Want you to fill me up Spencer. Cum inside me,” you moaned tugging on his hair.

That was enough to set him off. The way your walls contracted, milked him for all he was worth. He stilled his motions and his head fell in the crook of your neck. One of your hands was still interlaced and he brought to his lips.

He pulled out and you sighed at the loss. You got up slowly to head to the bathroom. Meanwhile Spencer laid in bed thinking about what he was going to do. He was starting to catch feelings for you and he knew Cat knew it too. He knew she was cleaver enough to figure it out and sometimes he swore she felt the same way about you as well. So why had she been so distant all of a sudden?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by you walking back. You pulled the shirt you had out for him over your frame and opened the covers to get under.

“Go clean yourself up,” you said looking at him, “but do it quick I want cuddles,” you pouted.

He laughed then pecked your pouted lips as he got up and took the sweatpants with him.

When he came back you were dead asleep on your side facing where he would lay. He slid under the covers and pulled you into his arms. He played with your air and kissed your forehead as you let out soft snores.

“I think I love you princess,” he whispered into the dark room.

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲! 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝:)

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #cat adams x reader #cat adams smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #chellewrites

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beck-a-leck · 3 years

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since you did kindly offer... arthur frey no. 12 (please)

Welcome back Nonny! As you asked, here's some in-game canon Frey/Arthur Smooches!

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#12 Sneaking away to a hidden place for a secretive kiss

The summer sun was out in all its glory and strength for the first day of the season, and the residents of Selphia were more than happy to flock to their lake to spend a day relaxing and playing and cooling off with the first swim of the season.

The young adults in town had set up camp about halfway down the shore, spreading out a motley collection of blankets and towels and a couple large umbrellas to offer a bit of shade. They were close enough to the lake to made a quick run to the water for a dip to cool down, but far enough that even the rowdiest splash fight wouldn’t wet their belongings. For a while, they had been divided, the boys and the girls, but as the day crept on their groups mixed more and they shared snacks and drinks and sunscreen and towels got hopelessly mixed up.

Arthur sat with Forte and Clorica in the shade of an umbrella, watching the game of chicken that was taking place in the lake. They were the only three sitting out. Forte still didn’t swim very well and refused to go in deeper than waist-deep. Arthur needed to take a break from the sun, he burned far too easily, despite the copious amounts of sunscreen applied, and his shoulders were already starting to look a little pink. Clorica was fast asleep with her head resting in Forte’s lap.

There was a chorus of shouts and giggles as men picked their battle partner and hoisted her up on their shoulders. Arthur scanned the pairs with amusement. Kiel and Amber had teamed up – the smallest girl on the thinnest shoulders, he didn’t think they would last long, but he knew Amber could and would employ her wings if it gave them an advantage. Xaio Pai was trying to clamber onto Vishnal’s shoulders with as much grace as she could manage, which, unfortunately, wasn’t much. Vishnal got a foot in the face a couple times before she settled unsteadily. Doug and Dolce were snapping at each other over the best strategy for winning chicken, and Pico wasn’t helping cement their team-up as she was buzzing around the two of them probably whispering threats to poor Doug or teasing poor Dolce – most likely both. Dylas and Margaret had partnered, the two of them looking rather focused as they prepared for battle and sized up their only real opponents, Frey and Leon.

Arthur’s heart gave a funny lurch was he watch Leon lift Frey up onto his shoulders and he laughed and pulled gently at his ears. It was just a game. The two of them teaming up for chicken didn’t mean anything. Frey was dating Arthur, and quite happily so. She and Leon were friends, but really that was in between them.

Forte nudged Arthur with her shoulder. “You sure you don’t want to join in?”

He laughed, “No, I think if the two of us paired up we would be the shortest-lived team.”

Forte nodded and laughed in agreement. “Probably true. Those weak things you call shoulders wouldn’t hold me for very long.”

“And it’s a little too deep for you.”

Forte nodded, still smiling as the competitors squared up. “Wanna take bets though? Bet Vishnal and Xaio Pai don’t last five seconds.”

“There’s no contest there.” Arthur scanned the others again. “Hmmm last groups will probably be Dylas and Meg, and Leon and Frey.”

“I don’t know, I think Amber and Kiel might have some tricks up their sleeves. They might make it to the final two.”

The Chicken Fight began. As predicted, Xaio Pai tumbled off Vishnal’s shoulders before she really even had a chance to try and shove anyone else. Doug and Dolce didn’t last much longer, though Arthur suspected there might have been some Pico-interference in that regard. The other three couples grappled for a bit, and Amber and Kiel put up a rather good fight, but in the end, they were upended and eliminated from the competition. The final two couples were left, Dylas and Leon circled each other, saying nothing, while the girls on their shoulders traded taunts. Their former competitors were watching, egging on whoever they decided was more worthy of a win. Then with a battle cry, they charged at each other, locking into a grapple as both the boys and the girls tried their best to send the other topping into the water. The fighting may have gotten a little dirty under the water, Arthur was certain Leon and Dylas were kicking each other, but as neither of them were complaining, nobody was going to call foul play.

Then with a yell and a surge of power, Frey gut the upper hand on Meg and sent the elf tumbling off Dylas’ back and into the water with a splash. The winners hooted and howled in victory to a chorus of cheers or jeers. Then with a grin, Leon let go of Frey’s legs and she let herself fall off his back and into the water. Leon scooped Frey from the water, loudly declaring them the champions, while she laughed, and then, in true Leon fashion he unceremoniously threw the Princess back into the water. Frey reemerged laughing and wiping hair and water from her eyes. She playfully shoved the guardian, making half an effort to dunk the much taller man beneath the water. When he didn’t budge, the other men in the water saw fit to ‘avenge’ their princess and they piled onto Leon. A scuffle broke out and a lone figure quickly retreated, stumbling on laughter-shaken legs into shallower water as she wrung out her long green hair.

The men’s wrestling match continued as the women decided it was time to take a break and get a drink or have a snack. They migrated back to the blankets and settled in the sun or under the shade of the umbrellas.

Frey plopped down right next to Arthur, pressing her cool, wet body against him. She pecked him on the cheek. “Enjoying the shade?”

“Actually, it’s quite lovely.”

“Hmm,” she poked his shoulder, watching a white mark appear and then fade quickly. “You are looking a little pink. Let me put more sunscreen on your back.”

She turned to dig through the collection of bags and supplies and said with a small huff, sitting back on her heels, “Huh, it looks like we’ve used up what we brought.” She grinned at Arthur. “I do have more back at the castle. Come with me.”

Arthur opened his mouth to inform her that actually he had a bottle in his bag, but Frey was on the move before he could get a word out.

She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. They both stepped into their sandals and promised the others that they would be back soon, they just needed more sunscreen. Then they were hurrying away from the lake, back into town, and towards the castle. While most of the townsfolk were at the lake today, not everyone was, and Frey looked distinctly disappointed each time they rounded a corner and saw someone outside enjoying the beautiful summer day.

They did end up all the way back at the castle, slipping through the door into Frey’s quarters and finding it blessedly empty.

“Finally,” she sighed, spinning around and pulling Arthur close. “I love Beach Day, but it gives us so little time to spend together.” Frey leaned in close and brushed her lips against Arthur’s once, then twice before stepping back a little.

Completely unnecessarily, Arthur said, “Something tells me you didn’t actually drag me back here for sunscreen.”

Frey grinned impishly. “I mean, you’re inside, technically you’re protected from the sun.”

“Ah, well my complexion thanks you then, darling.” Arthur put his hands on Frey’s waist and pulled her close to him. She twined her arms around his shoulders as he leaned in for another kiss. Her bare skin was warm under his hands, and smooth, though he felt goosebumps erupt from where his fingers grazed. Frey pressed against him; her still damp swimsuit was cool against his flush skin.

They broke apart just for a moment to breathe, and Frey whispered, “I thought you would prefer this to me throwing myself at you on the beach. I know how much you value your privacy.”

Arthur chuckled. The whole town knew they were dating, but sometimes, being a Prince, there were certain rules of conduct he was expected to follow. And making out in public was on the no-no list. In private, though, hidden away from prying eyes…

He bowed his head to plant a kiss on Frey’s neck before whispering in her ear, “Well, we all know how much you love a public spectacle.”

He could feel Frey grinning before she said, “Let’s save that for the firefly festival, shall we?Really blow this town away.”

She hated public spectacles almost as much as Arthur did.

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “As you wish, darling.”

#replies #anonymous #becky writes things #rune factory 4 #rf4 #rune factory #smooch prompt #if you squint maybe there's a little crack shipping with the chicken team dynamics. or maybe I was just making pairs for funsies

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residentlesbrarian · 3 years

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The Second Book I Read In the Dark: Another YA superhero novel for me to squeal over forever...YES, Please! Gimme Gimme!

Dreadnought by April Daniels

So Day 1 in the dark continues onward and I have already finished 1 of my 3 library books with still so much day left so what else to do but soldier forward and continue without pause. Well there was a short pause for delicious chicken soup cooked on a blessedly gas powered range (never gonna live in a house with an electric range; I swear this thing has saved our butts in so many power outages), but I digress; I was ready! This time I was taking a break from the whimsical and witchy and diving head first into all things super with an extra heroic twist.

I had heard so many good things about this book for so long but again it had fallen to the wayside of other distractions (a rainbow montage of movie and TV show gays runs back and forth through my head like the migrating fandom flamingoes). What finally made me make the decision to buckle down and do the thing was a video review done by one of my favorite YouTubers, Dominic Noble (Video Linked below). I love his series Lost in Adaptation, because as an avid reader I too find myself appalled by what Hollywood often does to my favorite books. Hearing him talk about Dreadnought was just the push my flighty brain needed to say, “Fine! Alright! We haven’t utterly obsessed over a teenage superhero book in like 6 months since we near bludgeoned our girlfriend with Not Your Sidekick! Fine! Let’s do it!” So...yeah if this intro is anything to go by this should be a fun one! Let’s dive right in shall we!

Unicorn Rating:

Blurb: She just wanted to paint her toenails in peace but then a superhero had to go and die and give Danny the one thing she never thought she’d have...her proper body. Now if only everyone else felt that way too. Life just got awesome and really really complicated all at once! Oh yeah and she can fly now. Bonus!

Disclaimer: I will try my best to not spoil anything from the book, but my book loving rambles may give more away than a traditional review. Here we go! Ramble time!

Review:

Holy crap! After the last book this was exactly what I needed! This book was just...so good! The plot...the characters...the world...everything about it just pulls you in and doesn’t let you go. Now I may have felt that way because I didn’t have anything trying to pull me away from this book but I don’t think I would have been easily pulled away if there had been distractions. And so many facets of this story were things I didn’t expect because I had never seen them portrayed before. Like the fact Danny having to deal with the rampant day to day sexism of being a woman now that her appearance matches who she really is. I’ve never seen that in a book before and I absolutely loved it! I was so dedicated to Danny’s story from page 1 it’s ridiculous, and look at that, a perfect segue into the phenomenal characters of this book...look what I did there switching it up going out of order on ya...gotta keep ya on your toes.

Our protagonist Danny is such a phenomenal example of a genuine kind caring person who is also deeply scarred and angry. It was so amazing to read a character that was flawed and struggling and doesn’t see how much a hero she really is and the small moments when others take that double take and go, “You’re the real deal, huh?” But those moments just confuse the living hell outta Danny cause she’s just Danny, she got super powers as a fluke. She is also hilarious and courageous and smart but knows she isn’t perfect and has weaknesses. She may be the strongest person on earth physically now but she acknowledges that that isn’t everything someone needs. Danny is such a good bean, but she has issues and that isn’t glossed over which is so rare. Now the next thing I want to touch on is a very tough subject but is very prevalent in the book so I wouldn’t be a very prudent reviewer if I didn’t bring it up. Danny is, without question, an abused child. This isn’t even really a spoiler, it alludes pretty heavily to it in the blurb, but what I’m gonna touch on next does dip into that territory so I’m gonna break it into a new LONG paragraph so just scroll on by if you don’t want to read this bit.

So at one point in the book Danny mentions a health screening at school that revealed she had hearing damage in her right ear that has now been healed by the mantle of Dreadnought. At the time of the screening she didn’t realize why until her dad had another Mount Vesuvius day and she assumed her usual position of curling in on herself and turning her head to the left so he would yell into only her right ear. Now how loud and how often do you have to yell into someone’s ear to cause permanent hearing damage? I don’t know and honestly I don’t want to know. Why am I highlighting an overall tiny moment...because for me this moment jumped out and gut punched me. Brought literal tears to my eyes. Tears of pain. Tears of rage. Tears of hate. I’m a weepy bitch when I get emotional. I’ve read a lot of books that try and portray abuse and how Daniels wrote Danny’s abuse from her father took my breath away because it felt so real. There weren’t really any good days, there were bad days, there were really bad days, but most days were just anxiously waiting for the next bad day, because Danny knew there would always be a next bad day. Something that did surprise me was my feelings about Danny’s mother. I knew going in I would hate her father, before even meeting him I hated him, but her mother, that was a hate that lay dormant until it exploded onto the scene and froze me to my core. I’m not gonna get into my own demons here but there is one thing I cannot abide by and that is people turning a blind eye while someone abuses another. Danny’s mother is the textbook definition of someone who “goes along to get along”, she will do just about anything to keep the peace, but at what cost? Instead of protecting her child from someone who literally screamed so long and so loud at her child that it damaged her hearing she just sat back and let them. That’s not the worst though, no, after Danny’s transition her mom seems to be understanding of the fact she is happy being a girl and is buying her things she needs like bras and undeniably feminine shoes, only to reveal it was all to keep Danny docile so she wouldn’t cause more fights with her dad. That to me is unforgivable. Not worse than the abuse of the father, but still undeniably selfish. She never cared about Danny or listened to her and what she was really saying. She just didn’t want there to be anymore fighting. Well I’m sorry, but sometimes, as a mother, you should fight to protect your goddamn child when someone is hurting them. The last thing I’ll say before going back to the more spoiler free and fun part of the review is that the fact Danny can never make herself say she is being abused hits so close to home for me. As a reader looking in from outside, there was a scene with a member of the Legion that I felt like, as an abuse survivor myself, I was standing there begging Danny to accept her invitation. To get out of that house. To get away from her father. To see what he was doing for what it was. But I knew she wouldn’t, she wasn’t ready, and it broke my heart to watch her fly away.

Anyway moving on from all that heavy stuff lets talk about other things like some freaking superheroes and one particular vigilante. We have the Legion members: Doc Impossible, Valkyrja, Magma, Graywytch, Chlorophyll, and Carapice. Now How do I want to talk about these characters...in what order...hmmm...how about from best to worst. Okay? Okay. Great!

I freaking love Doc Impossible! She is a character that from the moment I met her she gave me ‘kookie grandma’ character vibes and I get DOWN with kookie grandma characters. Now I know she isn’t a grandma character nor is she particularly crazy in the way she acts; it's just a vibe I get from her that I love. Now one thing I do want to say without spoiling anything is how Doc is one of the few characters that never tries to take away Danny’s agency in everything that happens around her in all this superhero craziness. Danny can always be her own person and most importantly a kid around Doc, and I feel Danny really needed that. I will stop myself now because I could go on for hours about Doc and how much I LOVE HER!

Next up we get a two for one, Valkyrja and Magma. We don’t see much of them but what we do get is pretty good. They are adult superheroes who have their own priorities surrounding what is going on with Danny, but aren’t mean or cruel and seem to genuinely care about Danny. Valkyrja is funny and surprisingly down to earth even though she is basically a scandinavian goddess of sorts. Also the hilarity of her being Danny’s long time celebrity crush never gets old. Oh Danny, you useless little lesbian. Magma is a precious big hot boy that seems like he’d give good hugs. Yeah, that's about all I got to say about him that won’t spoil anything.

Now we have another two for one with Chlorophyll and Carapice. These two I'm between dislike and indifferent on. They weren’t outright mean to Danny but they treated her more like a means to an end or down right refused to acknowledge she was the new Dreadnought whether they liked it or not, but we didn’t really get to see them enough to really learn more about their motivations.

Finally to round out the Legion we have Graywytch. Excuse me while I get this out. *Exaggerated throat clear.* First of all, Imma slap that stupid robe of ya stupid head. Then Imma stab you with your stupid fancy atheme you like to wave around all the time. And don’t even start on your “Typical male, always resorting to violence” shtick, cause guess what, I’m a ciswoman and I still wanna stomp a mudhole in your ass. And for that...Imma slap your dumb bird too. *Deep breath in. Looooooong exhale.* Sorry about that. Mama had to express some rage. I have never had a hate-sink character that made me feel the fiery flames of rage quite like Graywytch...obviously. Her treatment of Danny had me gripping the book tightly and growling about slapping birds and “shanking bitches” more than I should probably admit. She is one of those characters that I love how much I hate her. She served the exact purpose she was meant to and it was never cast in a light that she may be right in her treatment of Danny, we are always aware that her mindset is ridiculous. Like the fact outside of her parents Graywytch is the only character to blatantly deadname and misgender Danny. To go off on a small tangent here I may relate too much here because I have a younger brother who is trans (don’t worry he is fine with me discussing it in reviews and such) and I went to a graduation party when my best friend graduated medical school and he was out to the family but not extended friends yet. After only referring to him by the proper pronouns for so long at home hearing the wrong ones caused legitimate eye blinking record scratch cognitive dissonance for me. I had the same feeling anytime Graywytch opened her stupid mouth and blatantly misgendered Danny. Because the way this is written Danny is Danny, she is exactly who she is meant to be. Suck it Graywytch!

Okay, I know you probably want to hear about the plot I know, but we have one more character we have to talk about and that is Calamity, the rootin’-ist tootin’-ist vigilante that ever did come through these here parts. Sorry, I have to talk like this now, it’s part of the persona, you have to commit to the persona. But real talk, I absolutely love Calamity as a look into “graycapes” and the real dive into the world of superheroes beyond the big heroes. We get to see how someone who doesn’t have the backing of the Legion goes about helping people, the little people, those that maybe the Legion way up in their tower can’t see from so high up in the clouds. And y’all know me, I love a morally gray vigilante with a heart of gold. She had me at “You wanna go capin’?”

Now obviously I couldn’t get enough of the characters but the plot was pretty darn good too. It was so intricately woven in with Danny and her inheriting the mantle from the previous Dreadnought that she had no choice but to be an integral part of it. Now I obviously don’t have as much to say about the plot as I did the characters but know if you come for the plot you won’t be disappointed. It kept me guessing and threw me for an absolute curve ball at the end that I did not see coming! You won’t be disappointed.

So final thoughts...there isn’t much more I can say without going on an hours long squeal fest about how much I freaking loved this book and the characters and the intricacies of how Danny’s powers work and how she was written and how she interacts with different characters and just everything that would mean massive untakebackable spoilers! So I will end on this note; Danny is a character that it would have been easy to lean into the superhero aspect and let the reader forget that she was trans, but April Daniels didn’t want that. Danny was gifted the easiest transition in the history of the world. What takes most people years of HRT and surgeries and therapy Danny did in the passing of a mantle, but it never took away the fact she is and always will be trans. It was a unique reading experience that I have only been blessed with once before but that’s a story for a different review on a different day.

Queer Wrap-up: I would give my left kidney (that’s my good one btw) to give this book five unicorns, but alas I cannot, a one off conversation in an elevator hinting that a certain improbable doctor may have a one sided thing for a particular sadly straight scandinanvian god being is just not enough to count as additional rep. As much as I love this book, and I love it A LOT! We only have Danny as our queer rep and she is fantastic rep and our protagonist so a 4 unicorn rating was a no brainer on this one. Danny is the kind of trans rep I want to see more of in the world of books, YA and otherwise. Being a trans lesbian is a huge part of her character but she gets to do so much more than that in the breath of the story and that’s what I look for in great representation, so Danny easily earned these 4 unicorns on her own merit just being her amazing self.

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Dominc Noble’s Review

Alright so...this one got long. Ah hell, I ain't gonna apologize for it! This is a damn good book and I wanted to get my fangirl squeal on y’all.

Oh no, I think I’ve been thinking about Calamity too much I slipped into the persona without meaning to! This book was just far too much fun to read to the point I started reading it out loud with a full cast of voices (hint: the Calamity parts were my favorite) because it flowed so well and was genuinely so funny at parts and heart wrenchingly sad in others and so action packed the next moment. I finished this book in less than a day and if I had been more present and not under a pile of blankets and wearing a headlamp I might have thought to keep a timer to tell you the exact number of hours it took me, but alas know it didn’t take me many.

So the adventures reading in the dark continue on to the next review after this one but as always if you want to read this but don’t want to spend the money without knowing for sure you are going to like it, go to your local library. You’d be surprised what they have on their shelves just waiting to be discovered. Trust me, I’m a lesbrarian.

#Dreadnought #april daniels #nemesis book 1 #resident lesbrarian #4 unicorns #mtf transgender lesbian #ya novel #ya science fiction #go to you local library #but wear a mask #and wash your hands #and stay 6 feet apart #be safe guys gals and nonbinary pals

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