#you take that back biatch

[prettypinkroseofpatience]

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the reference pic I made 💀

ALSO, context for this is this

ramattra and sojourn have the same trident, thought it’d be funny if they were fighting over it

#my art #overwatch #ramattra #sojourn overwatch #former overwatch acting commander vivian ‘sojourn’ chase #ramattra overwatch #some dialogue I’ve written for this scene… #“”’SOJOURN YOU BIATCH GIVE ME BACK MY TRIDENT!! 😾😾😾’ #‘no I found it fair and square finders keepers 😾’ #‘UGH!!! IF YOU DONT GIVE IT BACK ILL FIGHT YOU!!!!’ #‘bring it on pipsqueak🥱 im the one with the trident’ #‘GRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG!!!!!!! TAKE MY SUPER POSEDION BLAST!!!!’

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the checkup

summary: your regular doctor wasn’t in the day of your checkup, so you proceeded your appointment with his fill in…

cw: hospital sex

word count: 2.5k

you weren’t really the type that would go to get a check up every month, but you decided last week that it needed to change. you called the hospital and made an appointment for the man that’s been your doctor since you were in high school, dr. zeke, and made sure it was on a day you were absolutely free so you weren’t late.

when the day came you threw on some calm clothes before driving over to the nearby hospital for your checkup. as you parked your car, you put in one of your airpods and called your friend sasha on facetime since you knew it was a hit or miss when it came to waiting room time. “sup hoe” she mumbled, her phone set up at her vanity while she did her makeup. “sup biatch i’m finna check in real quick” you said before approaching the front desk. “hi what can i do for ya!” the overly happy lady at the desk asked. “m’here for my appointment. y/n l/n?” the woman gave you a small nod while searching you up on her computer to check you in. “you’re here for dr. zeke correct?” you nodded your head. “he’s not in today, but we can put you in for another doctor if that’s okay with you”

why would they not call you to let you know that? you would've been said no and not wasted gas to get here. you didn’t let the annoyance reach your face as you gave the lady a half smile before speaking. “and how long will be take?” the lady looked at her screen again? probably looking at how many other patients were under the replacement. “hmmm not long at all. there’s only one person ahead of you” you nodded your head before telling the lady you’ll take it. as you waited in your chair, you and sasha talked about random things to pass the time.

“yea he was real fine too. short hair, tattoos all over his body, strong arms, and the sexiest grills i ever seen on a man. and his accent? y/nnn i wanted to eat him furreal.” you giggled as you listened to your friend drool over this mysterious bartender she met a couple nights ago. “did you get his number or anything?” you asked. sasha gave you a “duhh” look before holding up a napkin with digits on it. “you know i had t’get that numberrrrr. can’t hold it in the camera too long tho. ion want you to try n steal em” you rolled your eyes as sasha threw the napkin back in her vanity drawer.

“miss l/n?” you lifted your head towards the lady peeking in the waiting room. “that’s me” you said, standing up before you approached the women. “aight sash i gotta go.” you mumbled before hanging up the phone. the woman had you follow her to one of the empty rooms, letting you sit down and get yourself situated before speaking. “okay so m’just gonna check your breathing, hearing, and sight. along with your blood pressure s’that okay?” you nodded your head, letting the women do her job without complaint. when she finished she grabbed her clipboard and headed out the room, telling you the doctor would be there shortly before exiting.

it was only about a five minute wait before your eyes were graced with a beautiful sight. dr. zeke has always been handsome to you, but the man before you right now quickly put him in the back of your mind. “hi, i’m dr. onyankopon jackson. you can call me dr. o, dr. j, dr. oj, it really don’t matter t’me as long as you comfortable.” this man had to be no more than two or three years older than you, fresh taper fade on his head, and shiny clear glasses that sat beautifully on his big nose. “miss? miss you alright” he said, genuine concern adorning his features as his dark brown eyes looked you over repeatedly.

you finally snapped out of your trance, sitting up straighter on the exam table as you gave the doctor a shy smile. “y-yea m’fine dr. o, just a little tired” you said, making his concern deepen as he began to approach you. “hmm, you been getting good sleep lately ms. l/n?” you shook your head as he pulled a small light from the front pocket of his lab coat, getting a good look at your pupils with the light before going to his clipboard to write something down. “you can call me y/n by the way. that’s what i’d prefer” he turned towards you and gave you a small smile. his pearly white teeth shining in the light of the room before he spoke. “okay y/n. i see you’re here for a checkup” he spoke as he read from the his clipboard. “you been having any pain anywhere?"

now where you really having any pains? no. you were healthy as a horse, but he didn’t know that and you didn’t want to leave too early, so ofc course you lied. “been having a little pain in my neck” you said, dragging it further by whimpering a little as you rubbed the back of your “pained” area. dr. o got right up from his seat, making his way to you before lightly touching your neck with his gloved hands. right at the bottom of his glove you thought you saw a hint of ink on his skin, but he was moving too fast for you to see it. “right here?” he asked, his deep voice already sending shivers down your spine. dr. o noticed this, smirking behind you as he continued feeling out the back of your neck for any lumps or bruises.

“mhmm right there” you breathed out. your voice accidentally letting your neediness slip from the feeling of his strong hands on your neck. you don’t know if he worked out or what, but the feeling of his hands were making you melt. “how this feel?” he mumbled before running two fingers from your neck all the way down your spine to your lower back. “feels like you got the wrong job. need to be a masseur.” a hearty chuckle rumbled from his broad chest as dr. o continued to run his fingers along your spine. “i’ll take it into consideration. would you book me?” his voice was like butter, so smooth and deep as he slowly moved his hands from your back. “definitely”

dr. o chuckled before making his way to the front of the exam table. “can you stand up f’me” you did as he said, getting down from your seat on the table before looking to him for your next directions. “try slowly turning your head from side t’side. if you feel any discomfort let me know.” you gave him a quiet “kay” before turning your neck from left to right then up and down. “i was gon say for you t’do that next, but you beat me too it. good girl, maybe you got the wrong job too” your stomach got butterflies from the praise. making you have to use all your strength to mask the fact that you were going crazy over this man. dr. o moved behind you touching your neck and back again to see if there were any changes from when you were sitting down to now.

“kay now bend over f’me. touch your toes if y’can” your palms were sweating now, making you have to repeatedly wipe them on your leggings before you bent over, touching your toes just like he said. you didn’t miss the small “damn” that left his mouth at the sight of your red thong showing through the thin fabric of your leggings. he once again had his big strong hands on your back, moving up towards your neck from behind you. as he reached the top of your neck you began to feel something hard poking your ass. “uhh doctor?” you said in a small voice, pulling dr. o out of his trance before he replied. “yes ma'am?”

“do you have something in your pocket?” his eyes slowly went from your ass to his pants, his hard on fighting the fabric of his black slacks just from the look of your body. he knew what he was about to do was very unprofessional and could probably cost him his job, but he just couldn’t resist any longer. “no” he said before pushing himself into you. his big gloved hands grabbing your hips to keep you from falling before the doctor began grinding his dick into your clothed pussy. a moan flew from your mouth at the contact, making your hand instantly fly to your mouth to keep from someone hearing. “y’know, ion think anything on your body hurts at all, but i can fix that. you want the doctor t’fix it?” as he spoke, your arousal started to flood your panties, quickly soaking them as well as your thin leggings. dr. o noticed this, smirking before slowly turning you around to face him.

“y-yes” you whispered, earning you a small kiss on the lips before he picked you up and placed you back on the table. “lay down f’me, there’s a spot ian get t’check yet” as soon as you laid down his gloved fingers were in the waistband of your leggings, yanking them down so he could get a better look at your panty clad pussy. “i jus know she’s pretty just from seeing her soak up like this” he mumbled before leaning down and giving it a sloppy kiss. the fabric of your panties getting even more soaked as he tongue kissed your clit through it. “o-ohh my goshh dr. o pleasee” you whimpered, your hands flying to his hair as you pushed his face deeper into you. he looked up at you, moving back so he can undo his belt with one hand and remove your soaked panties with the other. “you can call me ony princess. we more than well acquainted now” he said with a smirk before pulling your body towards him by your thighs. ony freed his dick from his boxers, the sight of it making your eyes widen. this man was packing. he smiled at your surprise, teasing you a little by rubbing it up and down your already sensitive pussy.

“i don’t have a condom” you leaned up towards him, your lips centimeters away from his as you caressed the nape of his neck. “put it in, we’re more than well acquainted now” your big brown eyes blown with lust as ony gave you a devilish grin. without another word he sunk deep into you, dick already filling you up and he was only halfway in. “you can take the whole thing can’t you ma?” you nodded your head, crashing your lips into his to muffle your moans as ony shoved the rest of his inches inside of you. he didn’t stop there, pounding you repeatedly without giving you any time to adjust, the stinging stretch of him bringing tears to your eyes.

“i know mama, but i’m a busy man. got another appointment in thirty minutes.” he continued to fuck you deeply, wrapping his gloved hand around your throat while having you suck the fingers of his other. the latex taste spreading all over your tongue as your drool began to drip from your lips to your shirt. “sloppy little mouth you got. wish i had enough time t'put it to work” you whined before slowly releasing his fingers with a pop, your pussy fluttering around his dick from the thought of him fucking your throat. “i can always come back for another check up” you said in a breathless tone, making ony smile before he quickly started picking you up by your thighs. “s’much as i would love that. i think i rather have you in my bed”

a smile would’ve graced your features if you werent getting fucked so good right now. you settled for a quick nod as ony continued to bounce your body and and down his dick. he gave you a few more strokes before putting you down. quickly turning you around and bending you over the table before sliding right back in. before you could scream, ony’s latex covered hand surrounded your lips. his palm muffling your cries as he quickly pounded away at your pussy. your clit rubbed repeatedly on the leather of the table as his strong thrusts would jerk your body back and forth. “you on the pill mama? don’t want you coming in here for different types of checkups” he said, smiling as he watched you quickly nod your head yes. you were eager for this man to cum in you. “good girl” ony groaned before picking up his pace, dick twitching repeatedly inside of you as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue. you were right there with him too, the double stimulation of your clit and g spot finally getting to you as you clenched tightly around his dick. “i feel it ma. let it out f’me” a shiver ran down your spine at his words, your final scream muffled from his hand as you shook and squirted all over his pants. the feeling of his cum filling you soon came after as the two of you caught your breath.

“you good?” he asked, turning your head towards him so he can check on you. there was a lazy smile on your lips as you looked up at him with glossy eyes. “feel so much better now, thank you doctor” ony mirrored your smile, his pretty teeth making your stomach do flips before he spoke “my pleasure”. as the two of you got dressed and fixed yourselves up, he removed his wet gloves and made sure to put that you were feeling great on his chart before handing you a paper to show that you’ve been taken care of. “aha! i knew you had tattoos. how old are you anyways.” you said as you looked at his ink filled hands.

ony looked up at you from his seat, smiling as he took off his lap coat and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. there were tattoos running up and down his arms and even some peeking at you from his collar. “got some on my chest too, but you just gon have to come over to see, and i’m twenty six” like you thought, he was older than you. a smile graced your features as you limped to the door, giving the man an annoyed look as he laughed. “you look like you might actually need a doctor now” you rolled your eyes at his teasing before straightening yourself up and walking as normal as you could out of the room.

as you made it to your car, you realized that you didn’t ask for ony’s phone number. “fuck” you breathed as you glanced towards the paper he signed before giving you. ‘maybe if i search up his name i can find his insta or sum’ you thought as you picked up the paper only to find that you wont be needing to do any of that. there in big red ink read his name and number with a little note at the bottom.

ony 347-***-****

‘call me when you need another checkup’

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon x black y/n

[meyousing]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 [𝟏]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: chrollo + prompt 27 “you know that I’ll find you. I always find you.” + reincarnation(& or soulmate) au

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you meet and fall head over heels for chrollo after his act of kindness in what would have otherwise been an embarrassing moment for you. after a comfortable amount of time in a relationship together, chrollo decides that you are ready for the next step…whatever that may be.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this is PART 1 of a soulmate au where mates have a nen tattoo of the other's portrait on their hand. sfw, drugging + kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting if you squint???

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 is here!

Hesitance was so obvious across your face as you stared into your lap; your hand rested atop it as your eyes bore into the slip of paper floating in your palm. The name and phone number written on it stared right back at you, almost mockingly. You hadn’t noticed your knee bouncing, your other hand rushing to pin it down and make it stop. There really wasn’t anything to be nervous about. He gave me his phone number for a reason you told yourself, trying to let that fact ward off your growing insecurity. 

It was a Monday morning and you had finished a night shift at the café you worked for, the night having been average overall. Despite that, you were more than looking forward to getting home in the early morning and unwinding before taking a nice, long sleep, and letting your woes of the day melt away.

“You lucky biatch” a coworker grumbled from behind your back, making you turn your head as you finished signing out for the day. You let out a laugh, feeling guilty when you caught sight of the bags under her eyes and the half-empty iced coffee in her hand. 

“Good sleep?” you mused, knowing all too well how this coworker in particular always liked to spend her Sunday nights out late, partying. It became a weekly occurrence to have these interactions, you had started growing fond of them. You clock out, your coworker whines, then you remind her that she said she would rather “eat a peanut and throw her epipen on the freeway” than ever work a night shift. As you brought this up to her once again this time, she let her head droop and released a long, dramatic groan.

“Feels like I already did” she grumbled, trudging past you in defeat to sign in for the day. You patted her back sympathetically before wishing her well and heading off. Usually, you would just go straight home and start your wellness routine, though for some reason, you wanted to bring a beverage home with you. Any time you craved a tea or simple coffee you would just make one at home to save an extra few bucks. Today though, you wanted to treat yourself. 

You ignored the skeptical glimpses of the morning workers as you slid back to the counter and quickly made some tea in a to-go cup, slipping back out silently and making your way to the doors.

Sweet freedom was only a few steps away, your other hand reached for the knob of the door when– suddenly it was hot. Not the door handle or your hand, but your torso. You cast your eyes down as the feeling set in, barely registering that your once hot cup of tea was now splattered all over your uniform, seeping through it and soaking into your skin. You heard a distant voice that sounded like it was apologizing, though your mind only screamed panic as the sensation hit you fully. 

Then it was over in an instant; the door opened and the cool winter air blew in, chilling your shirt–the sopping material now weighing you down. As the culprit stood at your side, frantically shoving napkins in your hands and still profusely saying I’m so sorry! your attention had been caught by someone else. 

A man who could only be described as beautiful stood in front of you, his expression passive aside from his dusky eyes that started to widen upon seeing the display in front of him. You were captivated and a bit flustered, he certainly differed from the usual townsfolk who stopped by the café. He was a lot younger–likely the same age as you–and his style was polished, even with the peculiar cloth wrapped around his forehead. Yet somehow it complemented his look as a whole, you found yourself staring. It took you a while to realize this, maybe due to so much happening in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he began to remove his jacket and step towards you that you came to. 

You recalled then that your uniform shirt was white, and given the fact that it was now completely soaked through–you had a feeling that you were a bit more exposed than you would have liked. Your cheeks flushed hotter than the tea had been, a lump forming in your throat as the aforementioned beautiful man stood at your side and placed his jacket on your shoulders, helping your arms through the sleeves. You let him pull and place your limbs, too embarrassed to move them yourself and instead took these few seconds to breathe and ground yourself again. 

He swiveled to stand in front of you, pulling the collar forward so he could seal the four buttons and cover you up. He met your eyes and smiled, the expression so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had spoken yet, instead just basking in each other for a moment. Something about this sudden meeting felt odd, different from any other. Was this what happened when people described…love at first sight? As you felt yourself gaining the confidence to speak up, to stop the damn staring and say something… he turned around and walked away. You blinked, frozen on the spot for a moment. 

“Wait!” you yelled, ignoring the bothered eyes of other patrons from your outburst. The man stopped in his place and looked at you, his face curious. Curious, as if he didn’t know that what he had just done was one of the kindest gestures anyone could do in this instance, and was now leaving you…with his coat…his coat that felt expensive, you noted, now that it caressed your skin. You were reluctant as he watched you though, nerves present from his intense gaze.

“What about your coat?” you queried in a small voice, unsure of what else to say. Maybe you should have introduced yourself instead…or asked for his name. 

He paused, expression unchanging before it morphed into something more amused.

“I’m sure you’ll find me again soon enough. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that he left his number in the pocket of his coat for you on purpose, fatefully. Like he knew that he would find you today, and would have to leave but wanted to maintain contact, thus leaving the paper for you to find. But that only ever happened that way in movies, this was just a strange but wonderful coincidence. Perhaps he had made this to act as a makeshift business card for whatever well-paying business he must have run–something that could support so easily giving up a pricey coat such as his.

You inhaled sharply before finally acting, taking your phone and opening the keypad to type in his number. You were on autopilot as you hit the dial, listening to the first ring tensely. As it continued ringing you started to zone out, caught in your own head, anxious thoughts plaguing you as you wondered if this was a good idea after all, but you couldn’t just keep his coat! It wasn’t until you heard a distant “Hello?” that you noticed the phone was still in your lap, and not on speaker phone. You rushed to raise it to your ear. 

“Hello! Um…this is Y/N from the café, earlier today…is this Chrollo?” you recalled the name written on the paper, hoping that you had pronounced it correctly. 

A beat of silence…then an airy chuckle. 

“Yes, it is. I’m happy we could reconnect so soon” he replied. You were sure you could hear the smile in his voice. The thought made your heart skip a beat.

From that point forward, you would call Chrollo every day. Sometimes he would call you. You’d spend your days talking, getting to know each other as best as you could through a phone. He learned your job schedule, knowing to call you in the early morning so you two could talk for as long as you pleased without work being in your way. 

Sometimes if you had a particularly exhausting shift and he could hear the yawns that you tried to stifle, he would offer to stay on the line and read for you until you fell asleep. These days were your favourite; it felt like he really was there at your side, his soft voice being your own personal lullaby. You wished this could be your reality, to come home to Chrollo making you breakfast or resting in your bed with a book in one hand, a mug in the other, with yours at the bedside table that he kept warm with a sleeve. 

The times where you’d elude to these wishes, and ask him about his work, he would explain that right now he was travelling a lot, and that it would be quite a while before you and him could have another in-person encounter. This disappointed you, but you were willing to wait for him. Aside from your job, you didn’t have much else to do outside of work…you could wait a bit longer if it meant having a companion.

But then it happened. A day came that initially felt like any other. You pulled your keys from your coat (Chrollo’s coat. It was a bit too big for you, but you liked wearing it, it was the closest you could get to actually being with him) to unlock the door to your apartment. Though when you grabbed onto the handle, it cracked the door open. Your feet felt heavy, you couldn’t move yet. Surely you locked the door before you left for work last night…

Before you could start a torturous mental cycle of didn't I lock the door? Was anything stolen? Is there an intruder in there right now? The door was opened from the inside, making your palms clam up, fingers starting to tremble.

There stood Chrollo, smiling sweetly at you. 

“You shouldn’t keep your door unlocked” was all he said, but his chastising words went in one of your ears and out the other while you simply stared, your jaw dropping. Chrollo was really here?! 

Your body acted before your mind could, arms flying out to wrap around his shoulders and throw yourself against him in what was a bodycheck of a hug. You’d have been embarrassed at the desperation this displayed, had you not been so happy to see him. Feeling him now, how his arms returned the embrace by wrapping around your waist, letting you know he was really here. That made any suspicions you had about your apartment dissipate, all you cared about now was how, what you expected to be a long wait of seeing the man you started to fall for, was no longer a wait at all. You felt tears of joy form in your eyes as his gentle laugh vibrated against you.

“I’m happy to see you too. Come inside, I made us some tea.” 

That was one of the most memorable days of your life. You shared a morning tea, then he held you in his arms as you two slept for the day. When you woke up in the evening, he had prepared a candle-lit dinner and informed you that there was a rose-petaled bubble bath waiting for you when you were done with dessert. You had not expected him to join you in that bath, but what followed left you feeling soft and satisfied for the rest of the weekend, so you were more than happy with it.

He must have planned his arrival after you told him that you had the upcoming weekend off, the sly guy that he was. You were elated, he had been spending every day with you since and told you that you’d no longer have to worry about bills or rent as long as you had him with you. The generosity he continued to show you was unreal, hard to accept as reality–what kind of average person just comes into your life one day and suddenly becomes your provider, and enjoys doing it? You’d grown to accept this as a dog-eat-dog world, but Chrollo changed that for you. 

After one particular night where your shift at the cafe was shorter, but more tiring, you arrived home to Chrollo rearranging the contents of the bookshelf that he bought for you. You smiled and returned his greeting before dropping your work purse beside your shoes, promptly flopping down onto the couch in exhaustion. You enjoyed the quiet, the only sound in the room being your soft breathing and the shuffling of Chrollo. The peace was disrupted for a moment, Chrollo unceremoniously shoved a book into the case a bit too harshly, making a loud thud that had you jolting in your spot, your weary eyes peering open. You thought nothing of it, though you figured he must have wanted your attention when he turned to look at you and began walking in your direction. You watched as he sat down next to you, gesturing to the tea tray on the coffee table that you hadn’t noticed when you walked in. 

You thanked him with a smile, taking one of the mugs and leaning back as you took a slow sip. His eyes seemed to be lingering today, observing how you swallowed the first sip and took another, for what felt like longer than usual. He was back to normal in mere milliseconds, blinking once and sighing quietly. He didn’t have his usual soft grin of a resting face, which seemed off, so you let him prompt the conversation that was bound to come. Have you done something wrong?

“Y/N, can you see this?” he asked, raising his left hand with his knuckles facing you. You glanced at it, confusion starting to show itself on your face, your brows began knitting and lifting the longer you wondered what he meant by that. 

“Your hand?” you questioned, head tilting slightly. Chrollo’s face fell for just a moment, making you swallow your next sip of tea a bit harshly. 

“I had a feeling you couldn’t. Fate works in mysterious ways…” he mused on as he glanced away, leaving you unsure of what exactly he was talking about. He turned back to you, and you noticed that his face was a bit blurrier now. No, not just his face…everything. Your vision was grainy, your ears started to ring. Your hands trembled as you tried placing down your teacup while these feelings intensified, but you ended up dropping it on the floor in exchange for stability as you roughly gripped the arm of the couch. You tried to look at Chrollo for refuge, unsure of what exactly was going on. Though blurry, his face looked pleased, not even acknowledging the spilled beverage on the floor, in contrast to how it concerned you. He didn’t move to help you, or ask what was wrong. He looked too pleased, like he knew this would happen…

Did he… drug you?

Your vision began fading to black, the ringing in your ears so loud it nearly deafened you. You could make out one last string of words that came from Chrollo before fainting fully:

“You can always learn. We have all the time in the world.”

It felt like you’d been hit with a hammer. Your head was throbbing something fierce, and you were dizzy even when your eyes stayed shut. You forced yourself to open them, unsure of what happened last as you tried to remember. You were seated upright, head feeling extremely heavy as you lifted it. Your eyes squinted as if to remedy the pain, and you could tell that you were currently in an airship. You were aware of how pricey these rides could be, you had only ever been in one a single time before for a holiday party with your coworkers a few years back. What are you doing here now?

It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and saw Chrollo entering your section from behind a door that every memory of what happened prior rushed back to you, a stabbing sensation overwhelming your temples. You grimaced, and Chrollo was at your side in an instant, his soothing hand beginning to caress your hair, his other handing you a cup of water that began to condensate. You took it from him silently, ready to sip it, when the droplets wetting your hands kept you aware, grounded. You remembered what got you to this point: a beverage made by him. 

Chrollo noticed your hesitation and chuckled, his fingers weaving into your roots to press against your scalp comfortingly. 

“It’s just water this time, dear” he pacified, daringly resting his chin on top of your head as the motion pulled you closer into him. You were too fatigued to argue, your hand felt weak as you lifted the full glass to your lips, letting the water cool your insides as you took half of the entire quantity in a few sips. As he continued rubbing your head, you struggled to find any words that could express your anger at what he had done to you. Why had he done this?!

“Why?” you asked with as much firmness as you could muster. Given the state you were in, it came out quiet, making your shoulders tense in embarrassment. You didn’t need to elaborate further though, Chrollo hugged you closer as he answered.

“I could tell you, but you won’t be able to understand the full extent of it until I find the right time to actually show you.” 

“Show me what?” you questioned desperately, finishing off your water and dropping the cup on the table before placing your wet hand on your cheek, trying to cool it off as your growing temper from the vagueness of his words made your body feel worse. His hands continued to lull you, upsetting you even further since you were much too weak to put up a fight. He sighed inaudibly, you felt it instead–what with being smothered by him right now and all. He finally let go of you in favour of seating himself beside you. You couldn’t fully get away from him, of course.

“You’ve never heard of nen, have you?”

You were familiar with it. A few of your coworkers had mentioned stories of their prodigy siblings or grandparents who were hunters, using this power called nen in their adventures.

“Yes I have” you murmured. You kept your eyes down, refusing to meet his out of spite. You could see in your periphery that he lit up very slightly, his lips upturning in what was surely the most charming of smiles as he grabbed your left hand with his own. He hooked his ring finger around yours, effectively grabbing your attention. You learned that Chrollo was a very poetic man, so a movement like that surely had a deeper meaning with him. 

“You do not wield it, I know that now. And I don’t want to force you to learn it, either. Do you want to learn?” 

“No.” you replied immediately. There was a reason that you were working at a cafe, and the overnight shifts, no less. You were very comfortable with your life right now; a stable job, a decent one-person apartment, and what you thought was a solid relationship. 

“That’s fine, then” he replied just as quickly. “It just means that what I’m about to say will sound mad.” 

You lifted a curious brow.

“You’re my soulmate, as I am yours.”

Yeah, he’s not all there. You scoffed, irritated at such a ridiculous claim. You did believe in soulmates before this in a different way. You thought that a soulmate was just the person you clicked with. That thought process always had you theorizing that Chrollo was yours, but what he just pulled had thrown all of that out of the window. 

“A soulmate wouldn’t force a meeting through drugging and kidnapping. Where are we going, anyways?!” you were becoming more and more lucid as this conversation went on, perhaps due to how incredulous Chrollo’s words continued to be. You looked around more, noticing a window a bit further in front of you. All you could see was the sky, though you could definitely look down to the ground and get a decent idea of where you were now, if you scooted a bit closer–

“I told you that would make me sound mad. But I assure you, I’m sharing nothing but the truth.” He grabbed your hand as you started scooching away, keeping you in your place. You looked back at him in irritation, scowling as you tried pulling away once more, but his grip was unrelenting. You huffed in defeat and sat back once more, crossing your legs away from him as if to subconsciously distance yourself as much as possible. He used his right hand to hold yours and lifted his left again, reminding you of how he did the same thing…hours ago? Days ago? How long ago had he drugged you, exactly?

“You can’t see it, since you can’t use nen, but your face is on my hand here. Soulmates have nen tattoos of their partner’s portrait, you have one of me on your hand too.”

You instantly looked down at your appendage, obviously not seeing anything there, yet your mind was screaming get it off, get it off!!!

“The expression on the face is the one we are supposed to see the first time we meet. There isn’t any spilled tea in my portrait of you, but otherwise, mine was correct.” He laughed airily, as if he was sooo clever for saying that. Surely, if he had explained this to you normally in the comfort of your living room, and didn't kidnap you for absolutely no reason, you would have thought it was funny too. You probably would have laughed and even snorted, something only he could ever make you do. 

You remained silent for a moment, still trying to figure out why exactly everything happened the way that it did. You thought about your next words carefully, not wanting to have an outburst since Chrollo could be very civil with you in the past, and you wanted to respect that now. After all, this situation only showed you what he was really capable of. Who knew what could happen if you had an outburst after he had shown you some of his worst?

“Why did you go to all of this trouble just to tell me that?”

Chrollo looked to the side for a moment, it was his turn to be silent. Had you stumped him? Did he actually realize that this was completely unnecessary? Surely that was it, now he would tell the pilot to turn around and take you home, right?

“Now that I’ve found you, I don’t plan on losing you any time soon. My work for the troupe is much more important than serving patrons at an overstaffed cafe. This was the only realistic solution.”

Realistic?!

“I understand if it will take you some time to come to terms with that, but I digress. We’re currently heading to Meteor City, there’s some work I must take care of there for a few weeks. I would like my soulmate to accompany me, now that we’re finally together. You’ll have to get used to this new lifestyle, anyways. Now is a good time to start.”

Before you could respond to any of his daft statements, or ask him what troupe job he was talking about, a ding followed by a calm voice overhead informed you (and the other passengers? Your section was completely private, isolated. How were you supposed to know?) that you had met your destination, making Chrollo perk up. You were still trying to process what he had just said to you, so when he squeezed your hand–your left hand, the one apparently adorning his face–you were flooded with anxiety at the thought of being rushed up and exiting an airship to somewhere you have never been, a place with a reputation, alongside someone who had gained and crushed your trust in such a short amount of time, pretending that the trust was still there and that you were excited to be going with him. Maybe if there were enough people around…

“Y/N” Chrollo called, holding his hand out for you as he stood by the door. His voice tore you out of the overbearing thoughts that were creating a racket in your head, which you were relieved to be done with, though the expectant look on his face diminished that relief in an instant.

You stood on shaky legs, forcing yourself to move towards him, a bit scared of what would happen if you didn’t; what else he would do. You tried to walk out simply at his side, ignoring his outstretched hand, as you were becoming very sick of the constant physical contact. No matter, Chrollo just linked his arm with yours and led you out. Surely your blood had to have been boiling by now.   

As you exited your section, your blood went cold instead, as your entire body flushed with adrenaline, witnessing what had to have been hundreds of other passengers exiting the airship. You stopped in shock for a second, halting Chrollo as well. He turned to look at you, and you chose to ignore him and continue walking, hopefully playing your surprise off. You really hoped that hadn’t piqued his suspicions at all, but he said nothing, and allowed you to take a bit of a lead for the time being. Maybe you had convinced him that you were excited! Yes, you could work with that.

“I didn’t know so many people came here” you smiled, laying the sweetness on nice and thick with a sugary tone. You played off the scrunch of your nose with ease, pretending that it was from anticipation instead of the horrible stench in the air. “You should have said something sooner, is Meteor City more of a tourist spot than I thought?” Chrollo looked at you fondly.

“I wouldn’t say that, but it certainly has become more populated in recent years.” 

Your grin went impossibly wide then, you were just so happy that he was playing right into your façade. You didn’t want it to be too obvious though, so you looked away from him. The high spirit you presented made it seem like you were eagerly looking around at the absolute wasteland in amazement, when you were actually trying to see what the easiest path to run through the crowd would be. 

Unfortunately, your landing point had a lot of open space. The longer you waited, the quicker the crowd would dissipate into their own destinations; either leaving you and Chrollo alone with nowhere to hide, or indirectly allowing him to drag you away for good alongside the rest of them. 

Your window of opportunity was dwindling quickly, if you went now you could–

“Hey boss, you’re back!” you whipped your head, seeing a crowd of people staring at Chrollo. The source of the call was a blond man of average height, standing in the middle of the crowd and waving his arm in the air to grab your attention. To say that the people surrounding him were intimidating, was an extreme understatement. A few of them were unrealistically tall, displaying freshly toned muscles. Some just had a flare of intelligence, like they could read your mind right now and knew exactly what you were planning. 

You gulped audibly as all of them shifted their gaze to you at once, you having been so engrossed in analyzing each of their terrifying auras that the sudden attention made you jump. Was this that troupe he mentioned?

“That’s your soulmate, isn’t it?” a woman wearing large glasses inquired, her black bob bouncing as she angled her head at you. You looked up at Chrollo in horror, suddenly feeling very scared of this entourage that he was bringing you to, that seemed to already know who you are. If you melded into the group of them–if you allowed Chrollo to bring you the few steps that would essentially turn you over to them, you knew for certain that you would have no chance of escape.

You had to go, now. 

Sure, you were curious to hear how Chrollo planned to introduce you; wondering if they were as crazy as he was, to see their reactions when he retold the story of how he brought you here, but you knew those few seconds would be desperate time wasted. You also knew that Chrollo was strong enough to hold you down if he felt you preparing to move; you would need to catch him off guard.

So you bolted. And it worked. It was as if time had stopped just for you, freezing everything else in the world for a split second so you could lunge away from him and sprint as far as your body would take you. You hadn’t a clue where you were running, but you would rather find that out for yourself than have Chrollo be the one to dictate it for you. 

“There she goes,” Uvogin grumbled, crossing his arms, an inconvenienced expression stressing his face as everyone else turned their heads to watch you go. 

“Should I go after her?” Nobunaga craned his neck lazily back to Chrollo, his tone bored as he waited for the command of his boss before taking any action. 

“No, let her run.” Chrollo’s eyes remained on your ever-shrinking figure, allowing you to fade into the distance. “She knows how this will end. Best to let her get it out of her system before we get to that point.” 

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[cyberrose2001]

could i have a couple hcs about tfp ratchet and optimus (seperate) having a s/o that has pains/aches all over their body that pop up without warning? just some comfort hcs, if that’s okay

TFP Optimus and Ratchet w/ reader who has sudden aches/pains (hcs)

I'm assuming you mean those ass hole stabbing pains that hurt like a biatch... those are a menance fr. I especially get those in my stomach often, so that's what I went with. I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

Warnings: SFW/fluff, reader has sudden pain, very slight mention of death.

Word count: 693

Optimus

- You both would be resting together in your shared berthroom. Optimus would read a data pad while you scroll aimlessly on your phone. It'd be relatively peaceful until you feel a cramp in your abdomen. It makes you wince a little, but you'd ignore it and continue your internet surfing.

- Then, the pain hits you, your face twists in agony, and you let out a silent scream, clutching your abdomen.

- Optimus notices from the corner of his optics and instantly jumps into action, not hesitating even once as his spark sinks to his tanks.

- He won't know what to do, servos hovering over you in hesitancy as he watches you writhe around on the berth like a tortured snake.

- "What's wrong?" "Did something happen to you without my knowledge?" "Should I take you to Ratchet?"

- He would eventually scoop you up into his servos and cradle you until whatever was going on inside your tiny body stopped, optics never leaving your face, worry etched into every crevice of his frame.

- After a few moments, the pain stops, leaving a dull ache where the piercing pain once was, and he watches as you sigh in relief.

- This poor mech would be so confused. He'd ask you what happened and why you're suddenly not in pain anymore.

- You then had to explain to him that humans sometimes have 'hiccups' in their nervous system, thinking you're injured when you're really not.

- The amusement you gain from his confused facial expression is somewhat entertaining, but you'd ultimately need to reassure him that you're not hurt in any way. You're safe, and he breathes out a shaky ex-vent. 

- "It seems I still have much to learn about your kind, but I am glad you are okay."

- Proceeds to snuggle you for the rest of the night until he is sure you are unharmed, and you decide that reassurance cuddles from Optimus are the only cure for anything your fragile body throws at you.

- But if you ask, he'd massage the area to soothe the remaining aches for you. He'd be delighted to assist.

Ratchet

- It would be a typical day for you, lounging around on the couch watching Ratchet work on, well, whatever experiment or research he was conducting on the computer. It didn't matter what he was doing; you'd always admire him from a distance, and he would do the same, glancing his optics over to you occasionally to ensure you were still there.

- During your 'medic daydreaming', as you like to put it, a sharp sting hits the side of your abdomen, and you yelp in agonising pain. Tears pool in your eyes as your face scrunches up, trying to bear the sudden wave of pain.

- Ratchet abandons his station and is immediately beside you, reaching over the guard rail and scooping you up. His optics flutter over your frame and potential multiple diagnostics courses through his processor.

- "What the frag??" "Why are you holding your- for Primus' sake, move your hand! I need to see!" "Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?!"

- He'd be frantic, racing you to the med bay with you cupped in his palm.

- Ratchet has June on speed dial, and as soon as she is about to pick up, he no longer hears your whimpers.

- He'd be confused, gobsmacked even, when he sees you laying on the gurney, not a sign of pain on your face. It's like it never even happened.

- "What-" "Were you not just in distress?" "Why are you acting like you're fine?!"

- You'd hold back a chuckle as you explain to him that humans can get a little 'quirky' at times and cause you unexplainable pain for absolutely no reason. All Ratchet can do is stare at you wide-eyed as you tell him exactly why he dislikes the primitive design of the human nervous system.

- He'd be relieved, though. Thanking Primus that you weren't in danger or worse. He'd pick you up again, mumbling profanities and words like "Don't fraggin' scare me like that again." and "You humans and your body's strange aversion for death and dying scare me."

- You won't be let out of his sight for the rest of the day, keeping you cradled to his chassis. His thumb would rest against your chest in a self-soothing tactic, reassuring himself that you were okay.

- Much reassurance and thumb kisses are prescribed to him until he's calm again.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Making Memories - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader

Written for my badass writing biatch @the-hinky-panda

Tagging:   @annetje   @danzer8705  @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

It had been a long time since you had been the beach. The two of you sat side by side on the sand, watching the water creep up the shore. Coco’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into the heat of his body. His lips brushed over the side of your head as the sky began to darken. There was just the two of you in this moment, this wonderful perfect moment.

"You know this is going to cause all sorts of rumours back at the clubhouse." You teased, your palm coming to rest upon his knee. "Overnight stay in a one-man tent away from them all. They’ll think you’re a romantic."

“Fuck em,” he smiled into your hair. “I don’t care what they think.”

You laughed and Coco thought, somehow in the glow of the sunset you looked even more beautiful. He loved seeing her happy, loved the way you made the world feel just a little bit lighter. You picked up a seashell toying with it between your fingers.

"Did you ever used to do that thing where you pick up a seashell and listen to the sound of the ocean?" You questioned as you cupped it to your ear.

Coco shook his head, holding out his own hand for the shell. He had heard of it a thousand times before, but he had never stopped to find out. You placed it in his palm before Coco brought it to his ear, frowning at the roaring sound emitting from the depths of the seashell.

"I always thought that was one of those rumours you hear as a kid.” Coco said handing the shell back to her.

"You know EZ probably could probably tell us there’s some amazing scientific reason behind it but I like keeping the magic of it." You told Coco cupping the seashell between your hands.

"I’ve got something for you." Coco said abruptly, raising to his feet.

He returned from his bike quickly with a box clasped in his hands when he sat back down again. You studied him quizzically as he held it out to you. You took it, setting the gift down on your lap before studying it with curious fingertips.

The gun metal grey lockbox was heavy. There were a few faded stickers stuck to the lid. The corners were rounded and there was a heavy-duty lock on the front. Coco jangled the keys before taking your hand in his and placing them upon your palm.

The lockbox was something he'd had in his possession since his teenage years. Something he used to store his special items in before Celia either sold them or trashed them. It’d had it with him for years, keeping pictures in there of his kids, of Letty. These days he didn’t have to worry about someone rooting through his stuff, looking for things to sell for their next fix, or destroy just to hurt him. It was his most treasured possession in the world and now he was giving it to the most precious person in the world.

"I thought it was time you started to make some new memories." Coco said quietly, nudging your shoulder with his. “You can put the stuff in there, that’s special to you.”

He watched as you unlocked the box with your new set of keys. You opened the lid before she took the seashell and deposited it in the lockbox. He could see how much it meant to you to receive a gift like this. That cute little side smile was making an appearance once more as it curved across your beautiful features. Your fingertip smoothed over the sticker of a skull before you closed it once more and locked it.

"Now it has our first memory." You told him, beaming as you tilted your head to look up at him.

Jesus, you had no idea what you did to him. When you looked at him like that, when you reached out and allowed your thumb to brush along the darkening stubble on his cheeks. Coco's lips grazed the palm of your hand as you met his eyes.

"Thank you for this.” You whispered. "Thank you for all of this."

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[aces-and-angels]

wip wednesday ✨

hello friends~ first, ty @mydemonsdrivealimo @jerzwriter and @cadybear420 for tagging me in today's festivities. i have two ongoing works that i desperately want to fully release into the the wild, but they aren't ready (yet). edits and re-edits are a biatch 😭

anyways here's the opening scene to what i've been working on: a (very) belated bday fic for wind (oc: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd)🖤

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McGraw Byrne; early morning… 

It’s just a day. A set of numbers written in the margin. Yet Wind purposefully keeps their desk calendar flipped to February. A thick black line ran down the center of the rows, crossing each date off. It’d be a dream to be able to cross off today entirely. But they can't. 

Amalia saves them first.

“Mx. Velez, I know you’re busy with that case for Landon, but can you-” 

“Yes,” they say all too quickly.

Amalia blinks, perplexed by their eagerness. “You don’t even know what I’m about to ask for yet.” 

“Does that matter? You know I’d do anything for one of my favorite paralegals.” Their desperate need for distraction aside, the sentiment was sincere. Without her, completing any case would be nearly impossible. 

“Wasn’t fishing for a compliment, but I’ll take it,” she breathes with a hint of a smirk on her lips. “Hopefully you’ll still hold that sentiment after this conversation.” 

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s a bit… Es una tontería, de verdad,” she warns, absently toying with the hem of her wine red blazer. 

Noticing her nerves, Wind pushes their notebook aside, giving her their undivided attention. “Amalia, no te preocupes, puedes decirme lo que pasa.” 

The warmth and reassurance in their tone does something to soothe her nerves as her hand noticeably stills. “Mr. Vanderweil tasked me with redacting these documents yesterday. Simple, right?”

“I’d say so.”

“I thought so too, but then I had issues loading the PDFs on my computer, so I…” she pauses, sucking in a breath. “Took an alternative approach.”

“What kind of approach?”   

“Converting all the files to Word docs so I could highlight all the info in black instead of contacting IT like I should have,” she spews out so hastily they barely manage to catch it. But they do- and how their stomach drops to the floor. 

A twinge of panic laces through their voice, revealing a crack in their otherwise calm demeanor. “Amalia-” 

“I know- I know,” she laments, rushing up to the foot of their desk. “Ryan already told me how wrong that was half an hour ago. Which is why I haven’t uploaded anything yet.”

“Oh, thank God,” they sigh in relief, visibly slumping into their chair. “This’ll be easy to fix then.”

“Except it won’t be because Mr. Vanderweil wanted this done before the partner meeting and he’ll definitely chew me out when he learns that it isn’t.” Whatever nerves were kept at bay came back in full force. She began pacing, her heels scuffing up the floors beneath her with every anxious step.

Wind moves to block her path, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder “Amalia,” they say gently, careful not to agitate her further. “Inhala. Exhala.”

Their eyes lock onto each other. Her deep, slightly quivered breaths match their steady ones. In and out. “Better?” 

She nods. “Thanks.”

“Don't mention it. Now, how many documents still need to be redacted?”

“I managed to fix about half of them, but there's still over a hundred pages left.”

The wheels in their head spun, formulating a plan. “Okay- here's what we'll do: forward the files to me. I'll take the first 50 or so, you get the rest. Can Ryan pitch in? That would really speed things up”

“He would've, but he's tied up with logging discovery for Ms. Tanaka,” she groans. 

“That's fine, we can manage on our own.” 

“Are you sure? Even with help, it'll take some time.” 

“Positive. Hand the files over. We've got work to do.”

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[kristi16]

How we got into Inchident p.3

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, possessiveness, nsfw, translated french, degradation words: 1.3K

''I want to see you masturbate. See you come.'' Then he started to put little kisses over my ear to my collarbone through my neck. I immediately put aside my head and closed my eyes. ''You know what I love Charles?'' He did hm me while still playing with the skin on my neck. ''When someone kisses my neck from the back.'' He suddenly stopped. Looked into my eyes and told me. ''This someone gotta be me.'' He snapped and turned me around so fast I was surprised by his action. ''Now tell me how much you like it to have my cock right at your ass.'' He grabbed my neck from the front with one hand, and the second hand laid on my waist. As soon as he pressed his lips on my neck, I arched my back and met his cock. I moaned so loud that I was slightly embarrassed about what a wreck I am and he still hasn't done anything. He chuckled under his breath as If he knows exactly what is running through my mind. ''You're so responsive Y/N. I love it so so much. You're like my little slut.'' I gasped a little from that comment and he pressed more pressure on my neck. Turned my head around with his free hand and started to kiss me again. ''Now we should get you on the bed and you're supposed to give me a show. Remember?'' I looked at him and was so taken aback from this request. I felt like I'm gonna be so weird and just fucking weird doing it in front of him. ''Don't be shy about it. I know you weren't shy about the idea of you having my cock inside of you.'' Oh my god, this man. Knows how to excite me. He knows me way too much by now. At least when it comes to sex and stuff related. Of course I got a little bit uncomfortable, insecure about it. And he saw that. ''You don't have to do it. But I really want you to. You're my good little girl, aren't you?'' He smirked again. I hopped on the bed. While he sat down. I shyly grabbed my toy and he thststs me. ''No toy now. I want to see how you work with your fingers.'' ''So you can know how to make me?'' I asked, with more confidence. ''Darling, you already forgot I've made you yesterday.'' He smirked with this devilish smile of his. I just nodded silently and put the toy on the bedside table.

She was there, sitting in front of me. Not fighting with me of not wanting to do what I told her to do. She is so good to me. When she returned the gaze to me from her toy, she laid down on her elbows and slipped her thumbs on each side of her hips. Where the leggings meet the skin. She was looking at me this whole time, not breaking eye contact. She doesn't even know that she is the one actually having the power. This little me being the commander is nothing against what she is doing to me. She lowered her eyes to her thighs. Bitting her lips and looking so satisfied with what she's about to do. Slowly, almost torturously taking the leggings off. She wasn't wearing any panties. I think this is usual for her. Which excites me even more. ''Your shirt as well. I wanna see your tits.'' She just nodded, got up a little bit and took off her shirt overhead. Goddammit. She looks so perfect. I just stopped breathing I guess and was looking at those perfect tits. Wanting to lick them so bad. Put them in my mouth. ''You're drooling over yourself Charles.'' she chuckled. This petite biatch. ''You're the one who's drooling between your legs, bella'' She just blushed so hard. Then she laid down completely. Starting to move her fingers around her clit. Moaning immediately. Touching her hard nipples. Closing her eyes and just enjoying herself. But I need her to know I am there with her. So I spoke. ''Look at me mon amour.'' She looked at me with this look that always makes me even more horny. I grasped. ''Keep looking at me while you do yourself.'' She started to finger herself. And me without any thoughts, getting my dick of my jeans. I stroked it a little bit. She just stared. Like a hungry animal. I almost came with just her eyes on my dick and her mouth open. She picked up on her pace and started to be louder and louder. I titled my head in disbelief how this woman disarmed me. ''Come baby.'' ''Charles-I.'' ''Que veux-tu.'' ''I want you.'' I was surprised a little bit. I wanted her so much. But didn't want to take her like this, so soon. But when I looked at her, how she is so petite and under me. Not taking her now, and anytime in the future, would be a sin. I took off my jumper and tossed it somewhere in the room. She stared at my body. This lust in her eyes grew bigger. ''Now you're the one who's drooling.'' ''Yeah, you haven't stopped yourself.'' I had to chuckle. This woman is not giving up easily. Too bad for her I am competitive and I gotta win, always. My jeans and boxers were down in a sec and I positioned myself on top of her. ''You sure you want this?'' She just nodded fast and moaned. I used my knees to separate her legs more. Which made her shiver. She just gasped for air. She was so horny and excited, almost as much as me. I positioned my tip onto her entrance. And looked at her. She was looking at me, waiting for it. So I made it a little bit more fun. Pushing into her hard and deep, got her so full without any hesitation or warning. She squeaked under me. Immediately wrapping her legs around me. ''Oh my god Charles-you're stretching me out so much. I don't know If I can handle it.'' ''You will.'' She cried out a little bit here and then but never stopped me from continuing. ''God, Y/N, you are so tight. So so tight. I don't know If I can last much longer.'' ''Don't stop please.'' I felt how she's hugging me more and more, which made me shiver myself, I started to moan louder as well so I got my lips to her tits, licked them and sucked them. She just screamed with my name leaving her lips, such a beautiful singing. When she was in her peak I went for kissing her, so she is outta breath. And I came myself. Right after her peak. Still staying inside of her.

I closed my eyes for a second. Charles spoke to me with a raspy voice. ''You good baby girl?'' ''Yeah. More than that.'' I chuckled. Then he just hugged me even more, and I wanted to cry so much. Because of how intimate and beautiful it was. But I stopped myself from doing it. I know this guy for three weeks. I don't want him to know me so much. ''Cherie, I gotta tell you this was the best experience I've ever had. I feel so connected to you.'' With this what he said, I grabbed my hand and started to run though his hair with my fingers. I blindly stared into the ceiling and was thinking about If I should open up to him. But I reconsidered. If he is the one, it will unfold to him naturally. No need to push it. ''Yeah, I feel the same. I enjoyed it so much Charles.'' I felt his smile on my breasts. And then I just flipped state and asked with a little bit of a laugh. ''Oh my god, aren't you supposed to be with the team by now haha?'' He just shrugged his shoulder. Then chuckled a little bit. ''It will wait for some time.'' So he stayed like this, hugging me and being inside of me still for couple more minutes. Until he got up. Kissed me passionately for a long time, hugged me again. Kissed my temple and said goodbye. I just waved at him and then closed the door. With this big smile on my face.

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[daydreams-after-dark]

You’ve seen his truck plenty of times. He makes his rounds during the hottest part of the day, when the children are out and frolicking around. You’re just about to drift off in your hammock on your back porch when you hear the music. You see the kids running up to the truck. You could go for a popsicle right about now. Making your way over to the baby blue tuck covered in pictures of frozen treats, you expected the ice cream man to be a senior citizen or some middle-aged nerdy fellow. But when he peeks out of the little window, you’re pleasantly surprised. He’s young and cute. Boba eyes, rounded cheeks flushed from the summer heat. His wavy, dark long hair damp from perspiration, clinging to his forehead and neck. His muscular arms reach out to give ice cream cones and loose change to little eager hands. Just as he serves the last kid, his eyes catch yours. You’ve been staring. Should I approach him? Can I have more than ice cream? Too late, he’s already making his way out of his truck and over to you. 

“Do you like ice cream?” he asks, tilting his head. “I have everyone’s favorites. But I’ve got something extra special for you,” he takes your hand and leads you to his truck. You climb into the back while he climbs into the driver seat. Han pulls off and around the corner to a secluded area. He climbs into the back where you’ve already started without him. Laid back on your elbows, sundress pulled up over your stomach as you rub your clit. Han licks his lips. “Damn.” He opens one of the freezers and pulls out a popsicle. Kneeling  down between your legs, he peels off the wrapper and places the popsicles to your lips. You slowly suck on it, tucking two fingers into you needy pussy. Eyes connected with Han’s as your tongue swirls. He slowly pulls the popsicle down your neck, his mouth following the sticky trail. Han frees your breast from your dress and swirls the popsicle around your nipple as you purr from the cold contact. He sucks your nipple, giving a gentle tug with his teeth before continuing down and around your navel. You remove your fingers and he teases your clit with the popsicle making you squeal. Han chuckles as he leans down, licking up the sugary juice dripping from your cunt. He latches on to your swollen bud as he dips the popsicle inside of you. You moan, ruffling his hair with both hands. The cold firmness of the popsicle and the warm suction of his mouth sending your brain into sensation overload. He twists the popsicle inside of you, rubbing it against your g-spot. You're so close to cumming when he pulls it out suddenly. You whine as Han sucks on the popsicle, popping it out of his mouth before putting it into yours. “I'd rather you cum on my cock,” he smirks, unbuckling his pants.

This is what happens in my head when Sorsha asks research questions. Sorry, not sorry.

🤭 @kangnina I’m not sure if I should stop asking innocent questions, or ask a hundred more!

I blushed and gushed so hard at this. I’m currently sitting outside the school in my car waiting for my offspring to emerge, giggling like the horny biatch I am.

I’ve never imagined being fucked in the back of an ice cream truck… with an ice popsicle, but I think I will be thinking about it often now.

What a sticky sweet mess for Han to lick up.

But… I bet Han’s cock is the best tasting popsicle on earth.

@noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @chansbabyg

#han smut #han jisung hard thoughts #skz scenarios

[twstbookclub]

Cinderella’s Bet [Part 3]

Summary: “What happened between you and Vil after that awkward moment? Was it a Cinderella happy ending?” POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai ⚔️ Tags: Fluff, Romance, Slight Angst, Vil Schoenheit

Word count: 1,425

Part 1 - Part 2

Happy birthday to the beautiful biatch that is Vil Schoenheit, and I hope all the Vil stans enjoy this last part!

The car had stopped in front of the fence gate of Ramshackle dorm. Once again Vil helped you out of the car. He walked you to the door while making small conversation and stood behind you once getting to the door.

“So, would the Prefect like to give me some final thoughts? Or do I have to go to bed tonight unsatisfied?” His words made you smile as you began to think.

“Hmm, putting genuine feelings into words… I won’t. Sadly, I have to leave you unsatisfied.” Your response made him laugh and nod in understanding. “That’s fine. Could I get an answer tomorrow before school?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you in the courtyard before our first class.” You bowed your head and turned to go through the door, but you stopped yourself one more time.

Vil had the same idea. He stepped forward and took your hand into his. His grip was a bit strong, yet gentle to you. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes for what would feel like hours. 

A quiet alarm rang as it broke through the intimate silence. You snapped back into reality. It was midnight. The day was officially over. You took your hand back and stumbled through your thoughts. Vil quickly turned it off and immediately looked at you. “Wait—”

“Good night, Vil. Happy birthday,” you said and closed the door, leaving Vil without a chance to respond. You headed to your room for the night. While the sudden reality was harsh, you could only accept that this was just a bet at the end of the day.

Vil simply stood there with his mouth slightly agape from wanting to explain, but it was too late. He composed himself before taking one more look at the door of your dormitory. He slowly walked back to Pomefiore. The noises of the night being the only thing you could hear, and his only company before dawn.

In the morning, you woke up to a commotion outside of the dorm. You heard the voice of someone familiar, but why so early in the—

There was knocking—no, banging against the door. Before you could get up to answer it, the sorry excuse of a door flew open to reveal an orange-haired boy in front of your room.

“Cater?!” You yelled in surprise, but he was here for one purpose and one purpose only.

“Shut up, don’t ‘cAtER’ me. HELLO? I thought I was your best friend!?” Cater said and went to sit next to you on the bed, pulling you by the arms to sit up. “So, what happened???”

You moved to make yourself comfortable and took a deep breath before you began talking about the day before.

On Vil’s side? Definitely a similar situation. Different questions.

The doors to Vil’s room had slowly been opened, followed by Rook and Epel coming in with haste. “Roi du Poison! Good morning and happy birthday! Now, what happened yesterday?”

“Very headstrong and straightforward, aren’t we? I believe the right terms are “How did the date go, if you don’t mind me asking?’” 

“Yes, it is, beautiful Vil. However, I’m not here to be nice and patient. I’ve been waiting and kept in suspense since you arrived home last night! So, what happened?” Rook wasn’t there to negotiate. If the man wanted details, he wanted them right now.

“Come on, Vil! You came back to the dorm so quietly last night. Rook and I were lucky to be walking around or we wouldn’t have caught you,” Epel said. They both stared at the housewarden with anticipation.

Vil sat in front of his vanity and recalled what happened last night to the two, not trying to leave out too many details.

Back over with Cater, the room was filled with silence once you finished retelling yesterday’s events. “So… Yeah. It was just a bet,” you said and Cater shook his head after.

“Nope. Get ready for classes.”

“What?” You questioned as he pulled you out of bed, grabbing your uniform and shoes. 

“You’re going to the courtyard as soon as you’re decent in that uniform. Come on, I’ll be waiting outside of your room.”

With that, Cater left and you began to get ready.

With Vil on the other hand?

“WHAT?!” Rook and Epel exclaimed at the same time after hearing Vil’s side of the story. The latter shot Epel a pointed look at his obvious country accent. By the time the tale was done, Vil was ready for classes.

Rook pulled his housewarden up and slightly began pushing him to the front door along with Epel.

“What are you two doing?!” Vil yelled, but he couldn’t stop the duo from continuing their shenanigans. 

“I say—Go to the courtyard and wait for them. Don’t be like this!” Epel said, coughing to hide the accent leaking out from his frustration. Rook followed by saying, “Exactly what Monsieur Pommette said. What if they’re waiting for you? Vil, do you have the heart to leave them without a proper explanation?”

Vil stopped them and sighed, rubbing in between his eyes in slight annoyance. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. However, I will leave if they aren’t there within 5 minutes of my arrival,” Vil said, then headed for the Hall of Mirrors.

Epel pulled out his phone and showed Rook the screen, blaring a message from Cater that read, “Prefect is on the way. I hope it’s the same over there!”

“I don’t think our queen will have to worry about that part,” Rook said before going off to make sure the dorm was in order. As tempted as he was to witness the beautiful display of two lovers uniting together, Rook knew Vil would scold him if he fell prey to his own whims.

Vil made his way to the courtyard quickly. While he didn’t want to admit it, he was curious if you would actually show up as well. 

The place was empty, or so he thought when he first entered. The apple tree was blossoming, and the plants were in perfect condition as always. Yet his eyes stopped admiring the scenery as soon as they landed on something all too familiar to him.

He slowly walked up to the well where his gaze stayed on one thing the entire time: a figure.

His heart skipped a beat just knowing his secret wish had come true. He called out your name quietly, as if he was scared to make you run off like an animal in the middle of an unknown forest.

Hearing your name, you immediately turned around and was greeted with an all too familiar face. It was deja vu all over again.

His gem-like amethyst eyes enchanted you once again. It felt like a curse being bestowed upon you, but with the condition to be by his side.

"Vil…"

"Prefect."

Both of you looked at each other and smiled. A small blush came up to your cheeks. The feeling was cut short when you remembered what happened the night before.

As if he read your mind, he stepped close to you and took your hand. "I'm sorry for last night. Listen… I'm not sure how to explain this—"

"I know that last night was just because of a bet, and I've accepted that. Please, you don't have to explain anything. Here's what I think, though..." You paused. You looked down to take a deep breath.

Vil was surprised, but filled with anticipation. He didn't know what to expect, but it felt like a rush.

You looked up into his eyes with a gentle smile.

"I did fall for you. I'm falling in love with you, Vil. I loved our date. I really loved the time we spent together, and I hoped we could be something more, even if that date came from a bet. I—"

You were stopped in your tracks by a warm feeling around you. Vil’s arms had wrapped around your body tightly into a close hug, and his lips were against your own.

Your eyes closed and you slowly melted into the gesture once your shock came down. The affection lasted for a while, but why was he doing it? Was this out of pity? You could feel his emotions, but you still weren't convinced.

He broke the kiss, yet kept the hug. His eyes softened as he stared into yours. His gloved hand caressed your cheek. His smile was genuine and it was clear, but you wanted reassurance.

"What…?"

"Don't worry. I fell in love with you a long time ago."

#vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #pomefiore x reader #cater diamond #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst cater #twst rook #twst epel #romance #fluff #slight angst #writing #twst fanfic #fanfiction

[thesupreme316]

Hey boo! My birthday is this Saturday, May 6th, and I was wondering if you could possibly write some birthday smexy time with Ricky Starks for me...?

🥹🥹🥹

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE HOPE IT'S GOING WELL

Birthday Girl (Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 750

Summary: How Ricky Starks would treat you on your special day

Supreme Speaks: i love ricky starks with his nice handsome ass self. I don't typically write smut or suggestive things but here you go, I hope I did some justice to your imagination. My inbox and requests are open to everyone! P.S.: you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Warnings: Fluff and NSFW (+song recommendation), this author doesn't write smut so please go gentle (that's what she said)

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @hooks-martin @hookerforhook

I, again, don’t write smut so please take it easy on me

Somewhat SFW:

Will definitely wake you up to some sort of surprise

Breakfast in bed, him cooking breakfast in the kitchen

He definitely has an apron that says “Kiss the Cook/Daddy”

Ricky has bouquets (not just one) of roses for you

Has to flex on Instagram so he posts pictures of your evolution or ya’lls relationship

Def will caption it “Happy Birthday to my beautiful girlfriend aka Stroke Mommy! I love you! Love, Stroke Daddy. P.S: There’s a lot in store for tonight ;)”

Now…I have this canon that Ricky will spoil you endlessly so….

After you eat, he will give you more presents and jewelry galore

ANDDDD THE MAN WILL GIVE YOU A FAT BRICK TO SPEND

I mean we talking 2K-5K of bands

“Baby-“

“You will use that entire stack today, and if you don’t there will be consequences”

“Consequences or rewards? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“-_-Get out of my sight”

He’ll tell you to go out with the girls, get your nails and hair done, shop at the Chanel and buy two of everything

Ricky is also a man of fashion so he picked out your outfits already

You’re dressed to the 9 for the entire day

And when the evening comes, after you did all your shopping

He’ll make you model everything (everything) you bought

Making those bedroom eyes at you with lust taking over his eyes

After about an hour of trying everything on and giving feedback, Ricky made you put on the final outfit that he had planned for you

He then proceeded to take you out to dinner with your friends and family

You walked into that restaurant with another gigantic bouquet of roses in one arm and your man on the other with a bright ass smile

The dinner went very smoothly and nothing short of a great time

But the night wasn’t over yet, not when Ricky Starks is your boyfriend

NSFW (TURN BACK NOW):

As stated above, the man spoils you already

BUT IN BED

OH JESUS DOES HE SPOIL YOU

AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??? BIATCH YOURE LUCKY

Tonight you aint do no work; so just sit back miss pillow princess

Obvi, Ricky’s a giver

Loves to receive, but he really receives pleasure when he makes you happy

I am also confident that while eating you *out* he’s spelling happy birthday with his tongue

Also loves to hear you scream, never be silent with this man (it boosts his ego)

“Tsk Tsk. Lemme hear you. That’s it baby.”

I cannot see him staying silent in bed, the man will moan and borderline whimper in your ear

Will also say the dirtiest shit in your ear

“Such a good birthday girl. Such a good girl”

Very handsy, touchy-feely, ya’lls hands are never leaving each other

Loves to leave grip marks, bite marks, scratches, and handprints on your body

Im talking about the shoulders, back, hips (that definitely still ache from him pounding you), ass, etc.

Will make you realize why they call him Stroke Daddy (trademarked)

Hard thrusts that would knock the headboard loose

You would try to give some type of repayment but he would cut you off and just continue to thrust harder

If you’re asking me to sum it up, just listen to Nasty (Extended) by Russ

“Good god, look at you. You’re doing such a good job, taking me like this.”

Man isn’t gonna stop until you are literally begging him to stop or until you squirted (I have a great hypothesis about this)

“That’s my birthday girl. Can you give me another one?” 

AFTERCARE IS A MUST

Constantly gives you kisses on your face

Runs you a bath with the works (bubbles, candles lit, etc.)

Does not allow you to do any work and carries you to the tub

Brings you your favorite beverage while you’re sitting in the tub and then he gets in it too

You guys take your time in the tub just telling each other how much ya’ll love each other and what a great it has been (really romantic)

Ricky gives you a kiss before telling you: “For my birthday, you’re gonna have to step it up to top me.”

“Oh I’m gonna top you alright.”

“Y/N!”

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #ricky starks #ricky starks fic #ricky starks imagine #ricky starks x reader #wrestling fic #ricky starks smut

[starter-library]

NIGHTMARE TIME 2 LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“You, no need to run away”

“The nightmare will get you soon”

“No need to contemplate how deeply that you're afraid ‘cause your life is a waning moon”

“You can run, but are you fast enough?”

“You can hide, but I will find you”

“Hold your breath so I don't hear you”

“Take every prеcaution, babe”

“Do you even understand the danger that you are in?”

“I'm in your head and you know it”

“Just run away if you want, if you dare”

“Daddy's gonna get you”

“You fill my heart with sunny things”

“Why'd you walk away from me without a care, dispose of me like I was trash”

“No scar, you lеft a gash”

“Your talents are way beyond obscene you witch”

“Should ne'er have called you late at night but I was so alone at night, a fate that's worse than death”

“You could end up with the fix of your dreams”

“What you want, I got in the back and front”

“You want it? You got it. That's the leadership I provided”

“Keep yourself from getting too excited ‘cause once I'm through with you, you're uninvited”

“I'm the queen biatch, queen of all the chaos. queen of all you love and adore”

“The tables have turned, have they not?”

“You can call him a pig, you can call him a slob”

“Take my own advice you'd better pay the price he asks for”

“You can call him a curse, you can call him a jinx and like a pig to shit, he's running his way to you”

“Just up the county road therе's a farm the townies know that'll hook you up with all the perks”

“He's not quite human, that's for sure. He is a walking night terror”

“His blade is sharp as a saber tiger's bite and if you think you'll stand your ground, you better think twice”

“His spirit is hollow, he’s having fun though”

“He's what the doctors call insane”

“He's got his mind on your liver you know what he will deliver”

“These woods belong to him and we're all at his peril”

“They sat on the beach, they met real cute”

“You wanna date me, there’s a catch and only one”

“If you’re so so lucky you might just get to first base”

“You’re cool enough to handle it”

“My cautiousness is fabulous”

“What a crime it is for time to pass when I'm with you”

“Just take my hand to fight the winds of change”

“I'm young at heart, a tortured soul, I carry the years but my heart still grows”

“We're still the same inside”

“You can't kill me, do you want to?”

“If you kill me I will haunt you”

“Burn it down what's the point of it anyway”

“Not even your heart can throw you a rope”

“Just run away with me, You won't feel so alone”

“I'll carry a torch for us both”

“Even a hero needs some hope”

“Even though the rain keeps falling follow my lead and we'll keep running home”

“Even when you're feeling nothing I can make your heart keep beating on”

“You never ever had my best interests in mind”

“Sticks and stones never broke my bones but the things you say always got in the way of my own very existence”

“Now it's your turn to despair”

“You're getting clowned this time”

“”Whatever don't kill you makes you strong” I don't know about you but I think that's wrong, I plan on keeping you living in shame”

“If you were smart you'd play dead”

“Did you ever even notice what I lost?”

“Did you only ever notice you got caught?”

“I discovered this power of mine running through me”

“I won't try and fight it anymore, I’m gearing up and ready for war”

“You gotta fight beforе you win”

“You should know I will wait through the years”

“I've never been the one to run away suffice to say too much damage has been done”

“I can't think of any other way all I'm left to take is a road that's all but gone”

“I'll find you in the next timeline”

“It's my last of many apologies”

“It's hard to see how we go around again”

“I have to trust there's a galaxy where we succeed. Not a matter of how just a matter of when”

“The time has come to separate our lives”

“Maybe down the line we can survive”

“Just tell me the time and place I'll be there”

“Take me to another place in time”

“I'll travel to outer space to share your air”

“Take me away from here to where our love's still strong”

“Take me away from here to where we're arm in arm”

#roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay starter #roleplay meme #rp starters #rp memes #rp starter #rp prompt #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #hatchetfield #the hatchetfield series #hatchetverse #lyric starters #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #nm2

[afictionalwhor3]

Crack An Egg

Back from literally the dead biatches lmao. I'm thinking about changing my theme but I'm not entirely decided on that. But I saw the cutest kid on tiktok doing the crack an egg on the forehead challenge and because I'm mentally ill it inspired me to do a blurb with mob bucky :). Enjoy and working on being consistent :)

Warnings: Not proofread. Fluff

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After going down a rabbit hole of tik toks you knew what you had to be done. You couldn't help the smile that took over your face hearing the front door open. You giddily jumped up running downstairs and greeting Bucky in the foyer jumping in his arms. He laughs softly catching you easily and spinning you around a little.

"Not that I'm unappreciative of seeing my favorite girl so excited to see me, but to what do I owe the pleasure of such an enthusiastic greeting." Bucky smiles placing you back down on your feet but keeping his hands on your hips.

"Just happy to see you always" You say pressing a kiss to his lips "Wanna make breakfast together?" You ask biting your lip in anticipation. Bucky checks his watch then loosens his tie.

"Yeah I have time let's go princess" He says making you smile. Bucky follows you into the kitchen stealing a slapp on your butt making you giggle again. When you get there you announce,

"I'm thinking I could make my famous pancakes" You say as Bucky brushes by you to get the ingredients for you as you grab a bowl and other utensils. Bucky hands you everything you need while you set up your phone and Bucky raises an eyebrow at you. "I wanna post it on my tik tok. Maybe my recipe will make me viral" You say and Bucky just rolls his eyes but you smile. Bucky takes a seat next to you while you make sure you both are in frame before you hit record.

"Hi guys, I'm here with my boyfriend Bucky and I'm making my famous pancakes" You smile into the camera. "I already have the mix in the bowl, so the next stop is eggs. Bucky do you mind cracking them for me?" You ask and as Bucky reaches for the one in your hand you hit against his forehead so it cracks before putting it in the bowl.

Bucky is stunned. The big bad mob boss that will end someone for even staring at him the wrong way is now sitting in his own kitches with a little red mark and egg yolk on his forehead while you laugh your ass off. You can't even manage to stay on your feet you are laughing so hard.

When Bucky finally comes out of his daze a small smile takes over his lips "I cannot believe you just did that" He says making you laugh even harder now. "You know I have to get you back now right?" He asks as you watch take more eggs out the carton. You start shaking your head and jump up to get a head start. "Bucky no I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You say laughing as you run out the kitchen.

"Too late for apologies babygirl" He says standing up with a handful of eggs and chasing after you. The tik tok and pancakes long forgotten.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes #mafia!bucky #mob!bucky fluff

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

In The Library pt.3

Warnings: A little action (not the smutty kind), Alucard being protective, the reader being relatable af.

A/N: Whaddup, biatches. I wrote this in two hours. I hope you enjoy it. Excuse the typos and please do not drag me for plot holes. We love a good story but we all are here for the coming sex, be honest!!! This chapter is over 2k words. A short one but it’s necessary for the plot. 

Summary: A college student takes a liking to the campus’s resident librarian but things get spookier and more risque than either one of them anticipated. 

Part 1.  Part 2.

                  Part Three

To say that you were sure of what had killed that girl would’ve been a lie. Nobody knew and none of the police officials would give out any details. Ana was disturbed and you had held her hand when she gave her story to the questioning officer. 

   Nobody saw anything. Nobody had any answers. As the chatter of onlookers and bustling officers echoed around you, you watched as the coroners zipped the body into a black bag. The obvious bitemark was fresh in your mind, and your thoughts were absurd. She must’ve been stabbed with a syringe or a double-pointed weapon. Anything besides being bitten. Bitten by what? What animal bites like that? 

Your fingers began to itch as you started to let the thought settle in your baffled brain. A vampire bites like that. It was stupid and the logical part of you said so but something else deep within your gut told you otherwise. The voice was clear and it had been with you in times when no one else was. It said, very clearly, “you know what you saw.” 

   “Ma’am?” The officer shook you gently, knocking you out of your thoughts. You blinked and met the stern woman’s eyes. “Do you have anything to add?” 

     You shake your head, eager to get up and be out of this parking lot. A group of Ana’s sorority sisters were surrounding you both in seconds, nearly swallowing you both as you shimmy your way past their limbs. They cocooned Ana as you stepped to the side, happy to be released from what felt like an interrogation. 

Scanning the crowd, your eyes found the familiar head of Adrian. He was on the steps of the building exchanging words with a serious-looking man in a suit. On legs you could barely feel, you made your way to him swiftly enough for you to hear the stranger's last words. 

“This is an issue I expect your cooperation on, Sir Tepes.” 

Adrian nodded. “Of course, Chief.” He turned his head, his eyes finding you immediately as the Chief walked away. 

  “Are you in trouble?” You ask. Adrian shakes his head and looks past you at the girls guiding Ana into a car as they prepare to drive off. “Are you not going with your friends?”

“They’re not my friends.” You say quietly. The street begins to clear out and you watch as Adrian methodically scans the street in what you can only describe as a predatory accounting of all moving things. He tilts his head back and you see his nostrils flair ever so slightly. He looks at you a moment before guiding you back into the library. Without a word, he puts all of your things in your bag, precisely the way you had the last time you’d come. You watch as he collects his keys and jacket before sliding your bag over his shoulder and taking your hand. 

“Where are we going?” 

He doesn’t answer as you reach the front of the building. Sliding the door open with his foot, he pokes his head out and looks up and down the now-empty street before allowing you to step into the night. 

“Why are we-”

“Shh.” He says quickly, as you struggle to not trip over your feet as he pulls you to his car. Silently, he sits you in the seat with your bag in your lap before shutting your door. You watch as he moves to cross over to his side. A flash of something bright comes out of nowhere and Adrian’s body is pressed against the hood of the car by a tall woman with skin as white as her robes. The shriek that comes out of your mouth has the woman’s red eyes looking at you which makes you shrink back in horror. 

Adrian takes this time to slide from under her, too fast for you to see, and they disappear. You lean forward in your seat, peering over the dash to see where they’ve gone. The door on the driver’s side opens and you jump as the smell of rotten eggs wrestles a gag from your abdomen. Rough hands snatch you up by your jacket and drag you from your seat. You scream bloody murder, unable to see what has you but able to hear its unnatural growls. 

Vision blurry from tears caused by your gagging, you suck in the open air in search of something other than decay. Whatever has you drags you to the middle of the street and you see Adrian nearly a block away swinging a shiny stick at the woman that attacked him. As your eyes adjust you see that the stick is a very long sword and he blocks her sharp attacks with a speed you struggle to register. You watch as your librarian hits the woman with the butt of his sword handle and she’s propelled towards you. By the time she lands a mere five feet away, Adrian is there, sword gliding past him and into the skull of the creature that held you. 

Unable to look away, you see the sword return to his hand as he impales it into the chest of the woman on the ground. She reaches for him, snarling openly with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. Adrian grabs the woman by her throat and stares into her eyes as she makes a strangled sound. 

“You made a very big mistake tonight.” Something in his voice makes you grind your teeth as your legs shake beneath you. His blood-red eyes find yours and you struggle to comprehend what you’re looking at. The wildness of his features is quickly replaced with the ones you normally see as he pulls the sword from the woman’s crumbling corpse. You look at her as her body crackles and she turns to dust. The same happens to the large body of the beast that snatched you from the car. 

The night returns to its eerie stillness and Adrian slowly puts the sword down on the concrete. Slowly, he raises his hands into the air, eyes never leaving yours as he takes a delicate step toward you. You stay very still, like a bunny waiting for the fox to make a move as he takes another step toward you. 

Your fight or flight response finally kicks in and you scramble to get to your feet. His hand is over your mouth with the other holding you to his chest before you have time to scream. He holds your head back so that you can look him in the eye. 

“Hey. Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He coos as your hyperventilation increases. “I know you’re scared. That was very unexpected, wasn’t it? Everything is going to be okay. I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” 

You whimper as your shaking intensifies. Adrian takes a steady breath before sighing. “Alright.” He whispers before you feel a pressure on the side of your neck and darkness drags you into the depths of unconsciousness. 

The sound of an alarm clock causes you to bolt upright, a scream waiting in your throat as you search your surroundings. You’re happy to see that you’re in your bed.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up.” 

Following the sound of the voice, you see Adrian sitting against the wall in a deliberately non-threatening position. His eyes are back to their normal state. Or so you thought before he leans forward and his usual light brown irises are replaced with a lively gold that seems to move like pools of water. 

“I know you have questions and I’m prepared to answer them.” 

“You’re a vampire.” You blurt out. He smiles gently, pleased that you’re speaking to him. “Yes.” You stare at him, heart aching for a reason you don’t fully understand. 

“What the actual fuck is going on right now? Am I in a mental institution? Are you a hallucination?” The crack in your voice increases as tears well up in your eyes. Adrian floats to your side and you instinctively shrink away when he reaches for your hand. He retreats, eyes on the floor as he sits beside your bed. 

“If I were a hallucination, I certainly wouldn’t tell you so.” His voice is monotone and you rest your hand beside your thigh on the comforter over your lap, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. You were at war with yourself. Clearly, you’ve had a mental breakdown. There was no way you had seen what you deep down knew you saw last night. The way he moved. Both of them. As if they were outside of gravity and time. 

“The full explanation is complicated but the most important thing is I did not kill that girl. I’m here to find out exactly who is killing people.” 

“People?” 

He nods. “She wasn’t the first. Which is why the Chief has agreed to be open with me about the investigation. If I don’t get to the bottom of what’s been going on, I may have to close the school and I don’t want that.” 

Frowning, you open your mouth to ask how he plans on doing that. 

“I own the school.” He spoke swiftly aiming to answer any question you had. “As well as the library and every book in it.” 

“Hm.” You hum as you slump back against the pillows. You think over the events of the previous night. “Who was that last night? The banshee-looking chick with the nightmarish sidekick? The killer?” 

“No. That was an old enemy that tracked me down. She’d brought an animated gargoyle. I was hoping I could get you safely home before she found my exact location but I miscalculated. She was moving faster than I thought.” He sighed and glanced at you. “I truly am sorry. I shouldn’t have been so familiar with you in the first place. It was selfish.” 

The room was silent once again. 

“I understand if you don’t want to speak to me again. Not after what you saw last night. I…I could make you forget if you wish.” He stared straight ahead as he waited for you to speak.

Examining him, as you often did when you were able to, you studied his face. His beauty was normally ethereal. Anybody could see that but there was more now that you saw him without anything to dull it. His chest rose and fell steadily as he breathed. You could see the jump of his pulse on the side of his exposed neck. He swallowed slowly, his eyes now flicking over the indents on the wall in front of him. Even with the otherness in his appearance, he seemed so…human. 

“You’re warm.” You mumble. He looks at you then. “What?”

You clasp your hands together and meet his eyes. “Your skin is warm. Vampires are supposed to be dead and cold.” Slowly, like the night before, he placed his forearms on the bed and rested his chin on the backs of his hands. “My mother was human.” 

    Nodding slowly, you debate on what to do next. Sliding the blanket off your legs, you scoot to the edge of the bed beside him. “So you’re a half-breed. How does that work?” 

He shifts uncomfortably. “You don’t know how conception works?” 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” You whisper. He narrows his eyes. 

“The proper term is dhampir. I eat and drink as you do but need blood ever so often to remain in full health.” 

Sighing, you stare down at him as he peers up at you. “I don’t want to forget, Adrian.” His eyebrows raise slightly as if he’s surprised. “Of course you do. You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You should want to forget.” 

‘Well, I don’t. I want to help.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

‘I can help you. What leads do you have so far?” 

He closed his eyes. “I’ve done this for centuries, y/n. You nearly died last night and I can’t have your blood on my hands.” 

“Exactly. I almost died and I could be the next victim whether you let me help or not. I’d have a better chance at survival by being aware of what’s going on instead of roaming around like some empty-headed human with everyone else.”

Sliding to your knees in front of him you scoot closer and turn his head so he’ll look at you. “I can’t go back when I know that these things exist. I’ve spent hours reading about all sorts of beings I thought didn’t exist. But to know that they could is amazing. Please. Teach me.” 

    He stands abruptly and glides to the door. Resting his hand on the doorknob, he hesitates. “Come to the library once you’re done with your classes. We’ll discuss things more in-depth then.”

“You’re not going to disappear are you?” You ask, your voice sounding small to you. He turns slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at your face. “I would never leave without saying goodbye.” 

The weight in your chest eases as he winks at you and leaves the room.

You sit on the floor until your second alarm goes off, warning you that you have fifteen minutes to get dressed so you can be at your first class of the day on time. You move through your day on autopilot, your mind constantly trailing back to the previous night's events and your fascination with Adrian. After seeing him vamp out, you should have been running for the hills but you had no desire to. You wanted to know more, and even though you knew the fate of that girl in every vampire movie that acted like she wasn’t dealing with a literal killer, you still ended up outside the library at the end of the day. 

Set on finishing what you started, you lugged your heavy backpack up the steps and walked into the library, leaving the world you knew before in the past. 

@just-for-fanfiction  

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[not-alien-girl-v]

first of all I want to say that you really write well❤

so can you please write some angst with cooper day?

warning: angst, self harm language

summary: you’re always harming yourself in one way or another, cooper wonders if there’s something going on behind all of this

“What’s up biatch,” you greeted lovingly at the door to his bedroom, which he had no idea you were at. He twitched in surprise.

“When did you get here?” He switched to sitting up at the side of his bed and moves his headphones off his head to rest around his neck.

“Like an hour ago. I found a stray cat outside and chatted for a while with it.” You set down on the table a hefty bag, containing multiples of things Cooper had no idea why you would require at his house, but that was just the way you were.

“You talked with a cat for an hour?”

Turning your head to look at him on his bed, you took notice of the fluffiness of his hair, the bags under his eyes, the leftover eyeliner in his waterlines. You approached him and took his hands into yours. “Well, it was a bit one sided, but we managed to come to a conclusion.”

He smiled up at you while you stood tall in front of him. “And what’s that?”

“I’m gonna pierce my nose today.” He frowned at this. Last week, you pierced your ear twice, and the week before that, you pierced your navel.

Things like this slowly but surely became a habit for you and he adored you, of course, how cool and fearless you were but he also cared about you and your well-being, and took notice of how you only ever turned to self destructive behaviors lately.

You drank a lot, smoked a lot, and of course, you were teenagers, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind all of this.

“Are you sure, babe?” He tried to squeeze your hands in his grasp but you pulled away much too quickly to situate yourself with the piercing materials.

Needles, rubbing alcohol, and the stud you intended to stick in your nose once the deed was done. “Do you wanna help me with it?” You avoided his question, as you always did nowadays.

“Hey, listen to me-“

“I’m gonna put some music on, what are you feeling for today?”

“Stop!” He spoke stern and loud, hands pinning themselves to both your shoulders, effectively keeping you locked in place before him. “Listen to me, okay?”

You nodded, a little fearful due to his change in demeanor but ultimately knowing he meant well. you knew him, he would never mean you any harm.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You giggled nervously.

“You’re always hurting yourself. It’s all you do anymore, and every time I bring it up, you just change the subject. I’m here for you, right now, tell me what’s been going on.”

Wow. Those were a lot of heavy words and maybe it was the weight of them all or the emotional exhaustion you had been experiencing, but you couldn’t help the pooling tears stinging your eyes. They rolled down your cheek one by one and you looked to the ground.

“Fuck, don’t cry, I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” he seemed almost as effected as you were, his voice on the verge of breaking and hands frantic yet gentle on your skin as he attempted to comfort you in some odd way.

He made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable than it already was, so you realized you’d have to take initiative to move things forward. “Come on,” you grabbed his hand and led him back to his bed where you sat. He perched himself in front of you and he didn’t let go of your hand but silently waited for you to say something.

“Things just, I don’t know, things have just been hard lately, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I tend to just not feel anything, or it’s everything all at once and I just- I don’t know what to do about to anymore. If I don’t act out, do things that draw attention, I feel invisible.”

You didn’t mind the way the tears slipped down your cheeks freely as you spoke anymore, they were past the point of pain but once you saw one fall from Cooper’s eye, you felt guilt for it.

“I’m so sorry honey. I’m sorry you feel that way, sorry that I didn’t reach out sooner, and I’m so sorry if I make you feel invisible. I promise, I don’t mean to, I really do care about you, and I love you so much, please believe me when I say that.”

You nodded your head for lack of better words and pulled him in for a tight hug. His hands rubbed loving circles onto your back and you rested your head on his shoulder.

He held you there for a good long while, and you took notice of how his open window on the second story allowed an excellent view of the suburban street below.

As you looked out, crossing the street and disappearing into a small grove of trees behind a house was an orange tabby cat, one with intelligent eyes that a person could speak to for hours. Just as it neared to exit your line of sight, it turned its head for one last gaze at you, before following into the shade of the trees.

“I love you too, Cooper.”

#cooper day #cooper day x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters

[oceanlue]

Yo yo yo what's up dignity dogs. it's Ollie biatch, can I get some suprise neck kisses from the boys headcanons?

(Oh my of course you can hehe)

Neck kisses 💋

Alphonse🧁🍭

I....this man.....he's cheeky when he does it

He'll move your hair out of the way and rest his chin on your shoulder thinking he just wanted a hug from you

He may wanted a hug but he really wanted to taste your neck. Oh🤭...oh my

Like he will be all innocent thinking that he is just coming in to greet you but he'll turn a 180 on you and give you a neck kiss

"Oh boo you are fun to tease you really think I just came in here for a hug~. I think I just got you all hot and bothered how about I can't take care of that for you~"

..........

Can someone get me holy water

Seth 🏕 🍂

So here's the thing he and you will both kiss each other's necks

Like a litte game for you to

Like you to will start of cute and fun then it starts to get hot

Like ima pin you to the bed hot

And he won't hold back nor will you

" oh sugar if you think you can best me then you have another thing coming~ now I reckon that you might want to stand down up against this little game we have or you might not be able to walk next time sugar~"

........ay

He won't hold back if you dont

Finn🌻🪴

Awww this poor cinnamon roll

He doesn't know how do make it work yes to practice in front of men mirror saying like "you can do it you can do this"

He did do it and then bashful about it

But you do it to him numerous times coming up behind them and giving them a surprise kiss

"Wha-..oh ...um...Ocrcid, I think you might not want to do that, why....oh..well cuz, I will not be responsible for anything that happens next and I might be shy but I know where I have to Stand My Ground~.my little orchid~."

...... you were even surprised if he can even say those things

But it's all good and fun and games sometimes you guys do it while you're cuddling, a moment of peace in your lives

Auron⌚☕

Oh ...oh good lord have Mercy on my poor soul

He knows how to get to you and he knows where your weakness are

Like you said he explored every inch of your body to see what makes you tick

Because we all know what he can do with the Loose Cannon

But him.....oh God him, he knows exactly what part of the neck to give no surprise kisses to

Like he will come up behind you and very sweetly put his hands over your waist just like Alphonse but he will move his hands up and down your sides watching you squirm in his hold

Then and only that really place a loving kiss on your neck making you weak in the knees and asking or begging for more

"Hello my darling~ I know what you have been up to this evening and I must say I am impressed, I didn't know my little pet had it in her/him. But I'm getting off track bit how about we retired to my bed and I can show you what a good girl/boy you have been~, my little pet~"

....... you might want to pray to your legs darling to make sure that you can walk tomorrow

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Hope you like it

Peace out

💙💙💙

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #oceanlue

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Bakugou with an s/o who has a cat-ton of cats!

Scenario:- bakugou as a cat-dad basically 🥳

Type:- headcannons

Pairing:- bakugou x gn!reader!

Thank you to @cloudy-zephyr for inspiring me!This is for you bestie!

When you first started dating i think both he and the cats kinda hated eachother

Like they were like “WHOMST IS THIS BIATCH WHO DARESS TO STEAL OUR MOMMA/PAPPA AWAYYY😡”

But once you move in together the two parties realize they MUST get along

If not for their sake then for yours

So begins the bonding process

The cats slooowly start to be nicer with bakugou and he takes care not to get pissed

Sure they shed like nothing but you loved them so he knew he had to too

Eventually once they actually started getting along without having to consciously remind themselves that they HAD to get along,then things were smoooth sailing!

I can totally imagine bakugou bein like one of those dads who are like “I DONT WANT A CAT!” And then builds a whole ass pent-house with an AC unit and everything 😭

Like he fully spoils ur furbaby

He brings home all the pet related merch from his merch-testings

He gets more and more pet related sponsorships

He even becomes the face of a small cat food brand!(it wasnt small after HE became the face of it!😎)

So needless to say your furballs gets spoiled just like any human child and honestly you think they’re getting MORE spoiled than human children 😭

Oh i also imagine like him havin this whole ass photoshoot with your cats dressed as his sidekicks!!!

Like even the bakusquad are like huhhh??

Cos truthfully no one saw big explodo-murder hero bakugou bein a soft and wholesome cat dad(except you ofc,you knew he had it in him😏)

And you can bet that there are pics of all of you scattered across your home

And he even has a framed picture of all of you from his last birthday on his desk in his agency!!

Oh also i can imagine that when they playfight with him he lets em get a little rough

His excuse? “They Need To Toughen Up and Its My Sworn Duty As Their Father To Make Sure They’re Ready For This World!😤”

OH ALSO IF ANYONE EVER EVEN TRIES TO SAY YOU HAVE TOO MANY CATS OR CATS ARENT LIKE REAL KIDS

HED GET SO FIRED UP!

HED DEFFEND YOU AND YOUR BBYS LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT!

He realy does love your little furballs and whenever he needs comfort and you’re not there they always manage to keep him calm

Its almost like a symbiotic relationship

They’ve learned to depend on eachother!

Which honestly warms ur heart and further reminds you that ‘yup you did in fact choose the right guy

And whenever you come back home to see em all just cuddling on the couch it warms your heart because the two most important parts of your life are getting along so well

Further proving that you’re indeed with you ur meant to be

!A LITTLE BONUS!

when you guys fight your cats protect you but inevitably play a vital role in you bein on speaking terms again.theyll slowly guide you to eachother under the guise of wanting to show you something and then when you look up bakugou will be right in front of you.they always manage to do this when you’ve properly cooled off too

I love this for yall mannn srslyyyy😩

Tagging:- @izueli

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

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