#genuinely opened it for the first time before class and had to immediately close it so I wouldn’t sob in class

[baura-bear]

HEY POOKIE BEAR !! HOW ARE YOU!!! was diggin through my drafts and i found this cowboy au thingy.. it was my own interpretation of how jack and davey possibly met but then you posted your version and i just fell in love with it and didn't pay much mind to my draft.. however i think it's pretty fun so here it is :3

Dear Mama,

All is fine. Sarah and I started working at a local store–I work at the register, she stocks the shelves. (If she isn’t slacking off, that is…) I haven’t met anyone interesting yet. To be fair, the folks here aren’t very fond of newcomers, but that’s to be expected from a small town out West.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now. I’ll write often, as I promised. Do tell me how you and Papa are coping with your eldest children gone.

Love,

David

*

David glanced at his pocket watch for what seemed like the hundredth time this hour, and he sighed dramatically. Sarah was late to work. Again. And the shelves weren’t going to magically fill up with all the goods.

“I swear to God, I’m taking her salary when we get paid,” he grumbled to himself, tying his apron tighter as he walked out from behind the cash register. He headed out back, where all the crates were, all of them intact. He took a few of them at once and went back inside, all the while cursing quietly under his breath.

He started with the canned products first. Kidney beans, corn, tomatoes, peaches, pineapples. Thinking of how much he disliked their new home helped speed the process up a bit. The people weren’t welcoming, their employer treated them like some sort of scum, they haven’t even managed to get a proper house yet (mind you, sleeping at a saloon room was an absolute nightmare for several reasons), and Sarah was never doing her job. David didn’t even know where she was off to the majority of the time, and her explanations (or lack thereof) definitely didn’t help. All in all, David missed home so far, missed the comfort of his own bed and the familiar noises of New York’s bustling city life, missed his parents, missed his… Well, okay, he didn’t really have friends, so that remained unchanged.

When David was about halfway done with restocking, a customer walked in, and so of course he had to come back to the register.

“Good morning, sir,” he greeted with a forced smile. “What do you need today?”

The stranger waltzed around the store, looking at the wares, and David took the opportunity to get a good look at him–a man his age, maybe a few years older, really fancy. A brimmed hat which made him look like a card shark, a nice, checkered vest, underneath it a white dress shirt, and some striped pants. He didn’t look like trouble, David decided, and so he eased a little, simply letting the man look at the products.

“I don’t suppose you sell, say, ammunition, perhaps, good sir?” the man asked, a kind, almost cheeky smile on his face as he finally walked up to the register. He looked past David, at the back of the store, and he definitely noticed the sturdy door which led to the room in which all the money was stored, in an iron safe.

“We do, for revolvers and rifles,” David nodded, and he started turning around to reach for a small cabinet behind the register, where the ammunition was hidden. Safety measures, or whatever the boss said.

“Alright, thank you, sir,” the man said and tipped his hat, but strangely enough, he started walking out of the building without buying anything. “Stay safe, yeah?”

David creased his eyebrows and watched the man closely. “Yes, thank you,” he answered half-heartedly, and waited for the man to come back or for literally anything to happen. When a few minutes had passed and nothing happened, David decided to let it go. He went to get another crate, this time filled with ammo, and started placing the little cartons in the cabinet.

Then, he heard the door open again, the little bell ringing, and a pair of heels on the wooden floor. He figured that since he could hear the strong clink of the heels, it must’ve been Sarah.

“Sara, znów się spóźniasz,” he scolded his older sister without turning around, using their native tongue. “Przysięgam, jeśli jeszcze raz będę musiał za ciebie wykładać towar, to biorę twoją pensję–”

The words quickly died in his throat as he heard a click. That was, undoubtedly, a gun. As he slowly turned around, a man came into his vision. A cowboy. Of course.

“This is a robbery, good sir,” the man said with a strong accent, pointing his gun right at David, and David felt his heart speed up significantly, his eyes going wide, his hands shaking as he let the crate drop to the ground. “Just stay where you are an’ you won’t get hurt, yeah?”

David nodded, or at least he tried to, frozen in place. He raised his hands in a defensive motion, watching as the cowboy approached. It was now very clear that the heels were just his cowboy boots, moreover, David could now hear the noise the spurs made as the man walked closer. He had two holsters, one of them obviously empty, and if that amount of guns wasn’t enough, he also had a double-barreled shotgun on his back, and given by the stern look in his eyes (the rest of his face being hidden by a red bandana), he was ready to use it and blow a hole into David’s chest.

“Now, give me the money from the register,” the robber commanded as he got close, the barrel of the gun aiming directly between David’s eyes.

David didn’t take long to comply, because he decided that he isn’t paid enough to risk his life. He opened the cash register, struggling a little, given how his hands trembled and how he had trouble with seeing straight, but eventually, he handed the register's contents to the cowboy–a generous wad of money and a few coins.

As the cowboy quickly eyeballed the amount of money, he let out a disapproving grunt, shaking his head. “C’mon, I know it ain’t all,” he said, his finger resting on the revolver’s trigger. “The room in the back, it’s there, ain’t it? Won’t you be helpful and open it?”

David swallowed thickly and started walking backwards slowly, all the while holding his hands up and looking right at the man. He dug in his pocket for a moment and fished out the key eventually, then made quick work of the door lock and eventually opened it, immediately stepping aside.

The man walked into the room, but when he saw the safe, he scoffed. “Son of a… ‘Course,” he said, mostly to himself, and stuck his head out. “Race! Get inside and help me, would ya?”

“You said I was s’pposed to be on the lookout!” a voice from outside the store yelled.

“And now I’m tellin’ ya to get your ass over here!”

David couldn't do anything but watch on as the two partners in crime yelled at each other, which continued even as the other man walked inside. David couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw that it was the same card shark guy from before.

“Howdy again, good sir, excuse my dumbass of a partner there,” said Race, which was what his partner called him.

“Damn it, Racer, shut up and tie the damn guy before he runs outta here and gets the sheriff to intervene!” the man instructed as he struggled with opening the iron box, his ear right next to the lock as he listened to its clicks.

How am I you ask? Upon seeing this in my ask box I immediately burst into tears 😋 thank you my friend for this because 🤲🤲🤲 I needed it and it made my day so much better and like ???!!!!! It’s so good??? You say you fell in love with my version but like !!!! I just fell in love with this!!!!! It’s so perfect 😭 we get David and Sarah bickering and Sarah doesn’t even enter the scene which is so amazing and Jack and Races dynamic??!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh it’s so good it’s so so good oh my gosh… also hot cowboys tying up the helpless cashier 👁️👁️ pretty gay if you ask me. Anyway if I were at my usual functioning level this would just be me in all caps screaming but I’m very tired so just imagine this is in all caps with a lot of exclamation points and key smashes. This is everything I love it so much Dave so so much gah! And Jack’s guns??!! He’s so cool gosh darn 🫶🫶🫶‼️

#genuinely opened it for the first time before class and had to immediately close it so I wouldn’t sob in class #went back to my room and read it and sobbed #closed it went to class #then got back to my dorm read it again and cried #Dave you’re so amazing #asks #cowboy au #ftm-megamind

[httpdollie]

PERVY ROOMMATE! GETO X AFAB! READER

content warning: dark content! minors dni, non con recording, size kink, somno, dubcon, she/her pronouns, half is just pure smut and the other half of geto obsessed with you, manipulation, rich uni student! geto, little bit of gojo watching and joining, i didn’t proof read :0

minors and ageless block will get blocked!

requests and thirsts are open!

— GETO SUGURU

pervy roommate! geto met you through Shoko, she was your roommate before she transferred to a art college, you were 2 years younger than him and he thought you had the cutest smile and sweetest looking eyes (even if you refused to make eye contact with him)

pervy roommate! geto who immediately texted you, offering you a room to rent when he heard word from Shoko that you can’t afford to keep rented once your lease is finished

pervy roomate! geto who got concerned messages from Shoko asking why he’s offering his place when he doesn’t need extra money just to get a half ass reply of him “being nice” which she obviously didn’t believe

pervy roommate! geto who loved how shy you were not knowing it’s cause you were constantly flustered by him (i mean look at him)

pervy roommate! geto who is so good at the innocent act, just wanting to get into your pants at first, being so sweet and helpful when you first move in before he genuinely starts falling for you

pervy roommate! geto who so enamoured by you. he’s the type of guy who loves with his whole heart or not at all, and he didn’t know why he was so blindly in love with you; all he knew is that he needed you with his whole being.

pervy roommate! geto who finds every excuse in the book to touch you, he did it once in front of satoru makes and he never lets him live it down

and by every excuse i mean every, including things like grabbing something that you wanted, pressing his band against yours and handing it to you cause “he wanted something from the cupboard too” or putting his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s in close proximity to you

pervy roommate! geto who swears that your perfect for him and get lost in his own daydreams of you

pervy roomate! geto who steals your perfume and sprays it on his pillow to fall asleep

pervy roommate! geto who asks to watch horror movies with you all the time and always has arm around your shoulder, saying it’s cause he gets scared easily but just wants to hold you close when you jump or flinch

totally not to stare at your tits when you get scared

pervy roommate! geto who uses his social status to his advantage to make sure no one tries flirting with you on campus, and goes out of his way to walk you to your classes but of course you’re oblivious to this and cry to suguru about how ugly you feel and only calm down to his reassurance…

pervy roommate! geto who gets a little hard whenever he sees you in his sweaters, and when he comments on it you reply with “oh i’m sorry, i found it in my laundry and just put it on, is it okay?” which he obviously replies with yes, because he was the one who put it there in the first place

pervy roommate! geto who brings girls home who look like you and makes sure he has the headboard banging against the wall with them screaming his name loud enough for you to hear hoping you get jealous

and gets even more annoyed when you don’t comment on it so he eventually stops

pervy roommate! geto can’t help but rub his aching bulge whenever your back is turned, immediately palming his cock at the sight of your ass

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to your instagram pics and cums all over his hand moaning about how he loves you

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off while you’re talking to him on the phone, getting off to your voice when your asking him about things you need for the house, he knows it’s pathetic but fucking loves it

pervy roommate! geto who can’t help but peak into your room when you masterbate, watching you, eyes closed with your fingers inside you cunt making him so hard he almost dropped his phone on the floor trying to take it out of his pocket to record you

pervy roommate! geto who surprises you with food all the time watching you eat the food he mixed his cum into

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to you while you sleep, biting his lip holding back his moans trying not to cum on your face while your dirty panties are wrapped around his thick cock

pervy roommate! geto who takes pics of you in your cute hello kitty panties while sleeping

pervy roomate! geto who’s horniness gets the best of him when your drunk and asleep and uses your hand to jerk him off and feels guilty that he doesn’t feel that bad about doing it

pervy roommate! geto that’s so good at hiding his want for you, you would’ve never known if it weren’t for the pictures and missing pairs of panties you found in his room when looking for a lighter to borrow

pervy roommate! geto who keeps a eerily gentle smile on his face when you confront him and when you ask why he did it his smile goes wider befor he says “i don’t know, i just needed to see you” inching towards you

pervy roomate! geto who corners you, caressing and pressing kisses to your soft skin, telling you how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen and how you’re perfectly made for him, and how happy he’ll make you if you give him a chance

pervy roommate! geto who doesn’t stop his antics after you find out, just openly being more obvious

pervy roomate! geto who’s version of damage control is buying you clothes and things you like while professing his love (obsession)

pervy roommate! geto who takes you to expensive restaurants tells you to dress pretty and pink and has to hide his boner half the night when you listen

pervy roommate! geto who’s almost cums in his pants when he apologizes to you again once you get back home and you say “I like it when you obsess over me.” so quietly he almost missed it and pretends he did but definitely remembers it

pervy roommate! geto who keeps pushing boundaries, his past cute touches now have his grabbing your ass, coming up behind you and slipping his hands up your shirt, massaging your tits

pervy roomate! geto who has you bent over the counter with you cute little skirt flipped up, his strong hands holding yours behind your back

“Such a tight little pussy! You look so cute with that cunt filled with cum.” He chuckled with amusement. After three rounds he was still hard and your pussy was dripping with cum. He was an animal, he thought your legs giving out and strained voice was cute, teasing you for giving in; finally having you to himself, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Oh fuck! it’s too much!” You cried out, making Geto deliver a swift slap to your ass.

“Are you saying you want me to stop angel?”

He pulled out, cock running down your puffy wet slit, smearing his cum all over just to hear you whine. “No… please ‘guru.” Your words slurred as you begged.

“Please what?”

“Please use me! Your cock feels ‘so good!”

“Now take it like a good slut and stop whining, you look so pretty taking my cock, don’t you princess?”

pervy roommate! geto who buys you cute outfits to wear around the house, practically drooling anytime he catches you actually wearing them, grabbing your ass and tits trying to feel you up telling you how he loves when yours a good girl and listen to him

pervy roommate! geto who sees you cooking dinner and lifts up your dress and apron just to take pictures of your ass and pussy in the cute lacy panties he bought you

pervy roommate! geto who answers facetimes while fucking you, flipping the camera and showing them how good his pretty slut can take his cock

pervy roommate! geto who has gojo watch him fuck you like a doll after you all went out drinking, telling Satoru about how tight you are and how he knows how badly he wants to use you before offered your mouth to help him cum

pervy roommate! geto who gets annoyed when you tell him you have to go to class instead of another round with him.

“why are you still bothering with class? clearly you need another load in you”

#— dolly writes #— dolly’s dark thoughts 💭 #jjk x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou smut #yandere geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto x y/n #getou suguru smut #yandere!geto suguru x reader #yandere! jjk #yandere! geto #yandere geto

[idleoblivion]

"You Don't Want to See Me Like This" - Vil Schoenheit x GN Reader

Synopsis: You were spiraling and you knew it, skipping classes, not taking care of yourself and ignoring your friends in favor of rotting in bed. You didn’t want anybody to see you in this state, least of all your perfect boyfriend.

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Crazy how fast I go from writing smut to comfort fics lol. First time writing Vil sorry if he's ooc.

Warnings: Vague description of poor mental health, he comforts you

The first knocks on your door you ignore entirely, not moving an inch from your position curled up under your blankets. The second time, you do move, but only to check your phone for any messages from Ace or Deuce saying they were coming. They had been the most adamant about trying to reach you, with Ace sending you sarcastic messages and memes to get your attention while Deuce opted for more genuine “Hey, it’s been a minute, you alright?” and “I hope you feel better soon!” texts. You loved them, truly you did, but you were in no mood to talk to them. You couldn’t remember how many days it’s been since you’ve seen them in person.

The third knocks are louder and impatient. You sigh and close your eyes again. As you're preparing to reach for the earbuds on your nightstand to tune them out, the voice you hear from the other side of the door stops you in your tracks.

“I know you can hear me, potato. And you know I don’t appreciate being ignored.”

Your eyes shoot open again. You weren’t expecting him at all.

It’s not like you thought Vil wouldn’t notice. He was always very attuned to what you were feeling, it was something you loved about him. Somehow you had gotten lucky, with his schedule apparently being even busier than usual you had managed to evade him. But he was here now, and clearly not happy. You know he cares dearly for you, but still you didn’t know how to talk to him about everything going on in your head right now. Not when he seemed to handle every problem he had with ease, while you were just wallowing in your misery. Not when he was this emblem of beauty and grace, not when he wouldn’t be caught dead looking like you did right now.

You sit up and turn your head to look at yourself in the mirror. You haven’t showered or brushed your hair and it shows. The circles under your eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them. You had been completely neglecting the skin care routine Vil picked out especially for you for several days, and you were sure he would be able to tell.

“Vil…I’m alright, I just don’t feel well. I’m tired, and I’m trying to rest.”

“According to your friends, it’s been nearly two weeks that you haven’t been feeling well. Either you’re lying to me, or you need to go to the infirmary this instant.” You could picture the frown on his face and crease in his brow just from his tone.

You don’t answer him. You silently curse Ace and Deuce for getting him involved, wishing your bed would just swallow you whole so you could avoid this conversation. He stays quiet too for a moment. You hear him sigh before he continues.

“I…I’m not trying to patronize you. Please just let me in, I need to see you.” His voice turns almost pleading at the end, surprising you. He never pleaded or begged for anything.

“You don’t want to see me like this, Vil.” Your resolve was weakening hearing how worried he actually sounded, but you were still so ashamed of your current appearance. What would he think if he saw you? Would he feel pity, maybe even disgust? You didn’t want either of those reactions from him.

“You can’t say that. You can’t tell me how or when I want to see you.”

Another minute or two of silence passes, and you realize he really isn’t going anywhere. You drag yourself up out of bed and to your door and hesitantly unlock it. You walk back to your bed and plop down again before saying “Come in.”

He opens the door gently, eyes immediately fixated on you. He takes in your disheveled self and looks around your room for a moment too. You hadn’t even realized how messy it was until he was looking around, laundry and other junk left lying out in the open. Another wave of shame washed over you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-” You start to choke up as you put your head in your hands, but he interrupts you.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m the one who needs to apologize.” You look back up at him confused. He’s looking at you, but you don’t feel the judgment in his gaze you were anticipating. He’s looking at you gently, fondly even, and that alone nearly makes you cry.

“I’ve been preoccupied with the production the Film Studies club is working on, and I seem to have neglected something much more important." He approaches you and offers you his hand, which you take. He holds your hand tenderly and continues. “It’s my duty to notice things like this, and I’ve let this go on too long already. What can I do for you, love? What can I do to help?”

The tears that had been welling up finally start falling, and he brings his other hand to cradle your face lovingly. You stay like that together for a few moments, with you crying and him just holding you.

Through sniffles, you tell him “I don’t know. I want to feel better, but I don’t, I don’t know I just-” you cut yourself off with another sob. He nods his head like he understands. He seems to stop and process an idea before he stands up.

“Well, looking better may help you feel better. Come with me, back to Pomefiore. Bring some pajamas, we’ll run you a bath and have a self care night together. I’ve got some new products I’ve been wanting to test that we can try out.” He smiles at you and beckons for you to stand with him. You do, and nod at him as you try to calm yourself down more. “Y-yeah, that might be nice.” You hold your arms out, asking for a hug and he obliges immediately. 

He holds you tightly before speaking to you softly. “You don’t need to keep things from me, you know. I’d much rather hear about how you’re doing from you than those other potatoes.” You let out a small laugh, which makes him grin. “Can you promise you’ll come to me next time?”

“Okay, I promise. Especially if it gets you to spoil me like this.”

“It’s not spoiling, love. It’s just what you deserve.” He kisses your forehead before you walk out of your room together, still holding his hand.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disney twst #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil twst #twisted wonderland #twst x gn reader #twst fluff

[satorusdiary]

bkg headcannons ❤︎︎

Katsuki Bakugou who is harsh with you when you first meet. But once he notices how you don’t push him away, he starts warming up to you more.

Katsuki Bakugou who doesn’t consider you as an extra, instead he considers you has a close friend with a lot of potential for themselves and their future.

Katsuki Bakugou who pays for your food, or brings you home made food he prepared before he left home.

Katsuki Bakugou who secretly blushes and clenches his jaw when you make a silly joke, he shoves you off acting like he’s annoyed. In reality, he is hoping you make more jokes to lighten up his day.

Katsuki Bakugou who welcomes you with open arms when you come to his house late at night, complaining how you were lonely and had a nightmare. He doesn’t a notice how much his heart is beating until he falls asleep with you cuddled against him like a koala.

Katsuki Bakugou who cries in your arms after getting kidnapped, and blaming himself for being the reason for Allmights failure.

Katsuki Bakugou who kisses you on the forehead, and on your nose after you comfort him, noticing your teary eyes after watching him break down.

Katsuki Bakugou who helps you move into your dorm room.

Katsuki Bakugou who confesses to you first. It happened during valentine’s day when you gave him homemade chocolate covered strawberry’s, with small doodles of his hero costume.

Katsuki Bakugou who keeps your relationship a secret for a few weeks, but then gets caught when his classmates see him kissing you on your lips on the couch. You both had thought everyone was gone and made their own plans.

Katsuki Bakugou who threatens anyone who tries to interfere with his relationship.

Katsuki Bakugou who isn’t a fan of PDA, but is willing to have his arm around your waist just for you. And so boys would stop eye-fucking you from a distance.

Katsuki Bakugou who has you pinned on his phone.

Katsuki Bakugou who ruins his sleep schedule, just to help you understand a problem you didn’t understand during class.

Katsuki Bakugou who lets out genuine smiles around you.

Katsuki Bakugou who has hundreds of poloroids of you and him, mainly you in his wallet, behind his phone case, and on his home bedroom walls.

Katsuki Bakugou who is annoyed when his friends tease him about how he acts around you, denying it. Only for you to walk into the room with a cheeky smile, making his annoyed expression soften.

“Bakugou. just admit it! You’re hooked towards y/n.” The blonde boy’s closest friend Kirishima coo’s, poking at his side only for Katsuki to not have a reaction towards it.

After many pokes, Katsuki gets fed up and harshly smacks away Kirishimas finger.

“Shut the fuck up! ‘m not hooked, and stay out me and my girls buisness.” Katsuki grits his teeth, turning away from his group of friends to continue doing homework.

Denki rolls his eyes, letting out an sigh. He puts his hand on his friends shoulder with a bored expression.

“That’s a lie! You were just all up on her a few hours ago in the study room!” Denki exclaims, recalling the memory of him and his friends walking in on you on Katsukis lap whilst reading a book.

This time Katsuki ignores both of his nosey friends, only rolling his eyes and solving the problems in-front of him with no problems.

The group thinks about leaving their angry headed friend alone for the day, until you step in the room with a big smile and a bag full of clothing. Eyes are on you waiting on your move as you walk towards your boyfriend who notices your presence almost immediately.

“Katsuu, what’cha doin?” You coo’ed wrapping your arms around your boyfriend who stops paying attention to his homework for once. His group of friends watching the couple in shock, and in awe. Long forgetton towards him.

“Hey sweets. ‘m doin homework, do ya need help with it?” He questions, the kiss he leaves on your cheek not being hesitantly placed.

You nodded your head. Honestly, you didn’t really need help with homework. The thought of just being around him was what really mattered to you the most.

“mhmm, can you help me now? if it’s okay with you.” You muttered, eyeing the elevator signaling to him that you wanted to go into his dorm room.

Even if it wasn’t allowed, he always made sure you would end up in his dorm room by the end of the day. He is a good boyfriend, isn’t he?

“Yeah, sure baby.” He slightly mumbled the pet name, packing up his stuff and ignoring the protests coming from his friends.

As soon as you both leave and make your way into Katsuki’s dorm room, the group begins giggling and mocking Katsukis past words.

“Oh-Oh! I’m not hooked on y/n! Lay off my relationship blah blah blah!” Mina mimicked , making the other guys laugh at her expressions.

What they didn’t know was that you both didn’t take the elevator, instead you took the stares and was able to hear his friends just before you made it to the second floor.

Katsuki was furious and embarrassed, but with a simple move that you made with holding his hand and rubbing the sole of his fist made him calm down.

“..Fuckers. Never mind them, y’want give me a haul of your clothes first before we do homework n/n?” His expression calmed down and his hand made his way to carry your bags.

Your smile increases and you begin nodding your head furiously from excitement, katsuki chuckles and kisses you on the lips before dragging you to his dorm room.

You never remembered the last time you actually spent a full night in your own dorm without sneaking out to go into Katsukis.

Katsuki Bakugou who spars with you, simply kissing you sweetly if you ever lose to him. Kissing him is better than winning anyways.

Katsuki Bakugou who gets annoyed by his mother who keeps begging him to invite you over to their home again. Mitsuki and Masaru are very excited to meet the angel who is bringing out the softness from their son.

Katsuki Bakugou who cuddles your nightmares away, having a hand tightly wrapped around your waist while the other cradles your cheek. His usually rough voice whispering sweet words into your ears, hoping it is enough to soothe away your nightmares.

Katsuki Bakugou whose life goal was to be the number 1 hero, but also has another goal in marrying you, having kids with you, and growing old with you until forever.

#bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x black reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo fic #bakugou x y/n #mha spoilers #my hero academia #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakusquad #my hero imagines #bakugou headcanons #bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fanart #katsuki bakugo headcanons

[toournextadventure]

our little secret

Summary: You're the preacher's daughter with the perfect boyfriend. Lorraine is a rancher's daughter with a less than perfect boyfriend. You were both the best of friends. If only anyone knew what went on behind closed doors.

Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: 18+ smut (fingering, oral), swearing, religious talk (talk of sin, seminary, Christian/Baptist views), religious trauma, mentions of homophobia, angst Pairing: Lorraine Day x Fem!Reader Taglist: @aahdiieb (our little secret i) (our little secret ii) (our little secret iii) (our little secret iv)

There was something relaxing about spending a day outdoors on someone else's farm. Well, you had a farm; they had a ranch. It was quite the different beast to take care of, but you were more than happy to assist in whatever they needed you for, and they were always more than happy to ask for your assistance.

A benefit of being the preacher's daughter, you supposed.

It wasn't the first time you had found yourself crawling under Mr. Day's truck, and it wouldn't be the last. Piece 'a shit is broke, he grumbled before immediately following it up with don't tell your daddy I swore. You had just laughed at him and promised your lips were sealed.

But now that you found yourself tearing it apart, you had to agree with him. His truck was a certified piece of shit.

You slid out from under the truck and sat up with a sigh, your arms resting on your bent knees. It was going to take far more than one day's worth of work to get it fixed. That was mighty fine with you, though, you liked the Day family. They came to church dutifully and your parents almost always had them over afterwards for lunch. Just a nice, genuine Texas family. That was why you liked them.

Certainly not because of Lorraine.

"She's broke, huh?" Mr. Day asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You glanced up and saw him leaning against the door frame of the barn.

"She ain't broke," you said with a shake of your head. "She just needs some love." You gave him a teasing smile. "Which you ain't givin' her."

"S'pose not," he huffed.

"Hope you been givin' your family more love than your truck," you continued as you pushed yourself up to your feet. Oil covered hands tried to brush stray pieces of straw off your jeans and left black stains in its place. "Ain't nothin' more important than family."

"Well now you sound just like your daddy," Mr. Day chuckled. You turned your head so he couldn't see the grimace his words caused.

"Sometimes he's right," you managed to chuckle back. If he picked up on the double edge of your words, he didn't acknowledge it. It was better that way.

"Well, he can be right again," Mr. Day said as he stretched his hand out in your direction. "Come on in, now, Mrs. Day made lunch."

You walked forward, suddenly focused on trying to wipe the oil off your hands. Mr. Day's hand rested lightly on your lower back, guiding you back to the house while you were now otherwise distracted. His other hand reached out to hold your forearm, helping you not trip up the stairs. By the time he opened the front porch door for you, you had managed to get absolutely no oil off your hands.

"Afternoon, Mrs. Day," you said with a smile and a little wave.

"Better wash those hands off 'fore you touch anything in this kitchen," she said with a pointed look that then directed you to the kitchen sink.

"Yes ma'am," you said with a sag in your shoulders. It made you feel like a child getting scolded for playing in the mud.

Only once she had declared your hands "good enough" did she have you sit down at the table for lunch. It was the perfect lunch, in your opinion; sandwiches, chips, and an ice cold coke. Mrs. Day really knew how to put the charm on.

"How are your brothers holdin’ up?" She asked once everyone had started eating.

"They're…" you hesitated. Perfect Christian family, your father's voice echoed in your head. "They're great," you finally said with a polite smile. "Just goin’ ta classes.”

“And that fella of yours?” Mr. Day asks.

You almost laughed. Instead you took a bite of your sandwich and took the time to chew before answering.

“Beau is fine,” you said with a small smile to yourself. “He should be back from the rodeo tomorrow mornin’.”

“How’d he do?” Mr. Day asked around his own mouthful of food. “Calf ropin’, wasn’t it?”

“Team ropin’,” you said with a nod. “Think he said him and his partner got third?”

“Well that ain’t half bad,” he mumbled. “Lorraine and RJ are s’pose to get back from that film thing tomorrow, too.”

The mention of Lorraine got your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to rise up out of your throat. Everything about her got your body reacting in ways you couldn’t quite describe. The mere mention of her name got your palms sweaty, your thoughts foggy, and your mouth dry.

But then the mention of RJ made you feel sick to your stomach, like when you drank warm milk after it had been sitting on the counter all morning. The thought of him touching Lorraine, or kissing her, or even talking to her made you irrationally angry. It wasn’t something the good lord would want from you.

Too bad you didn’t really care.

“The four of you should go down to the lake tomorrow,” Mr. Day mused aloud. “Give you all a day or two to relax before gettin’ back down to business.”

“Only if y’all behave,” Mrs. Day scolded. She didn’t wait for either of you to finish your lunch before taking the plates to the sink. You quickly got up to help.

It was the Southern thing to do.

“Go on home, sugar,” Mr. Day said when you finished drying the plates.

“I need to finish your truck,” you said as you leaned your hip against the counter. “She’ll never get fixed if you keep sendin’ me home after feedin’ me.”

“I think she can last a little longer,” he said with a light chuckle. “Go home. I’ll tell ‘Raine y’all can meet up around 2.”

“When the sun’s shinin’ down?” You complained.

“It’s good for you. You’ve been locked in that chapel for so long you’re gettin’ mighty ghostly-”

“-John,” Mrs. Day interrupted. You had to turn away from her so she couldn’t see you laughing. “That’s blasphemy.”

“Preacher’s daughter is here, she’ll forgive my transgressions,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Won’t you?”

“In a heartbeat,” you replied.

“You’re both blasphemers,” Mrs. Day huffed before walking away.

You and Mr. Day tried to stifle your laughter to avoid getting in trouble again, but you couldn’t help it. Only when Mrs. Day beat you both with the hand towel did you both stop, shouting your “sorrys” as you ran outside. You called out your goodbyes and hopped into your daddy’s truck before going back home.

“You’ve gotta be quiet,” you mumbled against Lorraine’s lips. Her fingers scratched against the back of your neck in response before pulling you back to her.

You let her lead, pulling you with her until her back hit the wall with a *thud*. You tried to tell her to be quiet again but she didn’t let you pull away. Her arms tightened around your neck. Your own hands slid under the hem of her shirt, resting on her waist. She shivered, giving you all the approval you needed to trail your fingers up her sides, stopping right below her breasts.

"Please," she whimpered against your lips.

Oh, how that gave you such unholy thoughts.

You didn't bother removing her bra; there was too much risk involved. But you had no shame in pushing it up just enough for your hands to cup her breasts. The smallest moan fell from her lips and you had barely brushed your thumbs against her nipples.

"Quiet, 'Raine," you whispered.

But before she could answer, you softly squeezed one of her nipples between your fingers. She moaned into your mouth that time, and you couldn't help your little chuckle before doing it again. Her back arched, pushing the rest of her closer to you. All you needed to do was put your knee-

-you shoved Lorraine into the coats when you heard the door click and open. You spun around just in time to see Jimmy looking in, quickly meeting your eyes.

"I'm goin' to see Liz," he said. "If Pap asks, I'm out studyin' with Blaine."

"You better not get her pregnant, Jim,” you said quickly, almost forgetting why you were in the chapel closet in the first place. “I can’t protect you from daddy forever.”

“I ain’t gettin’ her pregnant, god,” he huffed. “You know too much.”

“It’s on account ‘a I’m your big sister,” you said with a pointed finger, “and if you get her pregnant before you marry her, I’m gonna tan your hide.”

“You got me shakin’ in my boots,” Jimmy taunted with a roll of his eyes. “I’ll see you later.” He turned to walk out but leaned in through the doorway once again. “Bye Lorraine.”

You locked eyes with Jimmy and froze. There was a small smirk on his lips that you wanted to smack off. But then you heard rustling behind you, and his smile grew when you felt Lorraine’s hands on your waist as she leaned out from behind you.

“Bye, Jimmy,” she said sheepishly.

“Not a word, Jim,” you said with a slight shake of your head.

“You scratch my back, I scratch yours,” he said with a smile. “I’ll tell Liz y’all said hi.”

Both you and Lorraine mumbled goodbyes as Jimmy finally shut the door and left. You let out a shaky sigh and turned around to look at Lorraine. By all accounts she looked embarrassed with her flushed cheeks and guilty smile. But the flush could still be from the fact that she was turned on.

You would be in the same boat.

“I told you to hush,” you mumbled.

“Then keep me quiet,” Lorraine said before she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you in for another kiss that had your stomach twisting into knots.

Oh this girl would be the death of you.

You were still remembering that day at the chapel while you watched Beau finish clearing out the trailer. It was a tough job, watching your fake boyfriend clear out the trailer with his fake friend. The way they laughed and couldn’t keep their eyes off each other was almost embarrassing. They were disgusting, truly. They needed to learn the definition of discretion.

“Howdy, beautiful,” Beau said with a smile when he finally approached you after cleaning back up.

“Afternoon, handsome,” you teased back.

When he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. It was simple, much more conservative than most couples. But it was a line you both had settled on. After all, it wasn’t like either of you were interested in each other. You both had… other fascinations.

“Bye, Huck,” you called out to Hucksley when you started climbing into your daddy’s truck. “I’ll bring him back in one piece.”

“Have fun, you two!” He shouted back with a big ‘ole grin and a wave.

“He likes you,” Beau said when he started driving over to the Day ranch. At the rate you were going, you would both get there just before 2. And then you could finally see Lorraine again.

“Y’all able to get some alone time this trip?” You asked. You didn’t bother looking at him, instead opting to look out the window.

“Little bit,” he said. “You get to see Lorraine yet?”

“No,” you sighed. “She went off with RJ. Again.”

“You know he is her beau,” he said with far too much gumption. “It’s almost expected she go with him.”

“That don’t mean I have to like it,” you said quietly.

“Now you know how Huck feels when I'm with you,” he said. “It ain’t easy, but it’s what we gotta do.”

You didn’t bother answering him. You knew he was right, he was always right. Hell would freeze over the day your daddy found out Beau was nothing more than a front so everyone thought you were both having normal relations. If anyone found out about your feelings for Lorraine, or his and Huck’s relationship, your lives would be over.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

What did make it better was seeing Lorraine standing on the porch with Mr. Day. She was staying out of the sun but that didn’t hide the brilliance of her smile. The scarred side of her face was turned away from the road - a habit she had picked up recently - but you didn’t care. She was home, and oh so close. It made your palms sweaty.

You didn’t wait for Beau to park the car before throwing the door open and jumping out. The ground was still rushing underneath you and you stumbled, but quickly regained your footing. All you wanted to do was run up the porch and hug her, letting her know just how much you had missed her over the past two weeks.

But your feet slowed to little more than a walk when RJ came out of the house with a bag in hand. Right. He was there too. Your smile fell into little more than a grin as you forced yourself forward and up the porch. Lorraine turned and gave you those soft, pitiful eyes that made your knees weak.

And the moment was ruined when RJ wrapped an arm over her shoulder.

“Thought you’d never make it,” RJ said with an irritating grin that had you grinding your teeth.

“My fault,” Beau answered as he finally stood behind you. He dutifully put his hand on the small of your back, just like any good boyfriend should. He always did play the part exceptionally well. “Huck and I took a bit to unload the trailer.”

“Congratulations by the way,” Mr. Day said.

“Thank you, sir,” Beau replied. “Coulda done better, but ain’t half-bad.”

“Would you let me film you some day?” RJ asked. “It’d make a good movie.”

“We’ll see, camera boy,” Beau said with a chuckle.

How he could be so casual around RJ was beyond you. The man caused you to want to do un-Christianly things to him. Whether it was his obnoxious smirk, or his stupid hair, or his dumbass glasses. Every single aspect of him got your blood boiling, and him wanting to film Beau was just the icing on the cake.

“Y’all should skedaddle before it gets too late,” Mr. Day said. “Should be plenty of daylight left to pitch the tents.”

“We can take my daddy’s truck,” you said. Lorraine’s eyes were broken, and butterflies instantly erupted in your stomach. "Plenty of space for everything."

Everyone agreed before grabbing their things, telling Mr. and Mrs. Day goodbye, and loading up the truck. Two tents, food, sleeping bags, and small backpacks with some extra clothes and necessities. It was as if you were all professionals. And you were, if you were being honest.

Well. Everyone except RJ.

"In the cab, pardner," Beau said to RJ once everything was loaded. "We'll let the ladies ride in the bed."

"Yeah, alright," RJ mumbled. He gave Lorraine a quick kiss on the lips before getting in the cab.

It made you sick.

Lorraine was perfectly capable of climbing into the bed of the truck all on her own, you knew that. But you couldn't stop yourself from holding your hand out to help her up. She flashed you that smile that you loved so much and climbed in, sitting on the left side. Her bad side.

You didn't bring it up as you climbed in next, sitting down directly beside her and immediately grabbing her hand. It wasn't like anyone could see, you were both surrounded by gear and the truck was already pulling away. She twisted her hand just enough to interlock her fingers with yours and suddenly things weren't so bad anymore. Things almost felt right.

"How was the shoot?" You asked even though you didn't exactly want to know.

"Rocky," Lorraine said; her first word to you in two weeks. "Nothin' went right so we gave up for the weekend."

"Did you join this time?" You continued.

She didn't answer. Her face was turned away from you and your fingers ached to pull her back. To make her look at you so you could see her eyes, caress her scars, kiss her soft lips. But all she ever did nowadays was turn away from you.

It had started after that very first film they did, when she had gotten shot. All you remembered was Mr. Day calling in the middle of the night to let you know she was in the hospital. Nothing had ever put the fear of God into you quite like that night.

Now she always did her best to sit on your left side so you couldn't see her face. It didn't matter how much you kissed her or tried to comfort her, she always turned away from you. The only time she didn't was when she was coming undone beneath you and had plenty of other things on her mind.

"How's Roy?" She asked instead. It was answer enough; she had done a scene or two for the film.

"Can't eat, can't sleep, hootin' and hollerin' cause he thinks he's still in 'Nam," you said with a shrug. "Daddy says we can pray it out of him."

"I'm sorry." Lorraine squeezed your hand lightly before pulling it into her lap and playing with your fingers.

It was your turn not to answer. You didn't want to talk about your veteran brother, or her smut film, or your preacher daddy. Nothing about Beau or RJ or Huck or anything else. You just wanted to talk about her; anything and everything you could possibly find out.

Not like you, Lorraine, Beau, and Huck had all been friends since you were in diapers and knew each other inside and out. That meant nothing.

Lorraine leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder as the truck continued to bounce down the dirt road to the lake. It was hot and humid and you were sweatin’ like a whore in church. But you still let your own head fall on hers and pulled her closer. You could handle the uncomfortable weather if you had her with you.

“I missed you,” Lorraine said softly before practically cuddling deeper into you.

“Missed you too,” you answered. 

There was a desperation to kiss the top of her head, tell her you loved her again. A desperation to pull her into your lap and kiss away the frown that you knew she had on her lips. To show her how much you loved her and give her something to take her mind off of whatever was bothering her.

But the truck pulled to a stop at the lake and she pulled away. It put a lump in your throat when RJ came around and helped her out of the back of the truck. Beau did the same for you, of course, shooting you a sympathetic smile in the process. It didn’t make you feel any better.

“Wanna help me pitch the tents?” He asked you while RJ took Lorraine to the lake, ignoring all the bags in the back.

You nodded and started to grab everything you could. If you “accidentally” left RJ’s bag in the back of the truck, you could be forgiven. Things happened, you know? The Big Man in White would forgive you for any transgressions. Beau started up a conversation for nothing more than to pass time.

It helped.

The sun was just starting to kiss the horizon when RJ and Lorraine came back, a smile on his face and a slight frown on hers. But that frown turned upside down when you admitted “oh I’m sorry, RJ, I must have forgotten your pack.” He grumbled and left to grab it while Lorraine turned around to hide her smile.

It was the little things in life.

“Hey ‘Raine,” Beau called out while RJ was still gone. She turned around to look at him. “Why don’t you and sweetness over there go get some firewood?” He gestured his head to where you were finishing putting the cooler down on the ground.

Oh that sneaky bastard.

She nodded once and waited for you to join her before walking away. You both knew where the firewood was, you had grown up around this lake. It just gave you a nice opportunity to be close to her; you thanked god for Beau every day of your life.

“Beau’s not very sneaky,” Lorraine said once you were both out of earshot of the boys.

“No he ain’t,” you laughed, “but I love him anyway.”

“RJ doesn’t like him,” she continued. “Thinks he’s fake.”

“Bold words,” you grumbled. You didn’t like talking about RJ; he always seemed to be the topic of conversation during the few moments you got alone with Lorraine.

It seemed Lorraine picked up on it because she reached over and grabbed your hand, slotting her fingers between yours and stepping closer. Her skin was just as sweaty as yours thanks to that Texas sun, and your hands were sliding against each other and were all clammy. And it was perfect.

“How’s seminary?” Lorraine asked. You didn’t necessarily like that question either, but you could at least talk about it.

And you did. You both started talking, going over what all had been happening since Lorraine had started traveling with RJ more often. How you and Jimmy were primed and ready to go to seminary, just needed to find out which one. How Lorraine was really starting to enjoy filming, and even sometimes being in the films. You teased her about the promiscuity, which she promptly shoved you for.

“Better watch out, ‘Raine,” you continued, “the flames of Hell might devour you for your sin of the flesh.”

“Oh shut up,” she huffed, but there was a smile on her face. “I think you commit the same sin.”

“I’m not at fault,” you said. You stopped abruptly and Lorraine was yanked back by your hand. With only a little bit of finesse, you pulled her into you until she had to look up at you. “I fell victim to a temptress.”

“Is that what I am?” She asked. “Your temptress?”

You looked down at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She went to turn away, to hide the scars covering the entire left side of her face. But you cupped her cheek instead, keeping her still and looking at you. It broke your heart to see her desire to hide away. Did no one remind her how beautiful she was?

“No,” you said softly, eyes trailing over every scar and freckle on her face. “You’re my whole world.”

You didn’t have to make the first move; Lorraine was more than willing to stand on her toes and kiss you. Just a peck, always just a peck at first, almost as if daring the other one to pull away. But it always led to the same thing. You bent down and cupped both of her cheeks, pulling her into another kiss that had butterflies crawling over every inch of your insides.

The moment her hands gripped your shirt collar, you knew you were done for. That needy, whiny grab that was so full of want and desperation, pulling you closer until you threatened to topple over. It gave you that little push to go a bit further, gently biting her bottom lip to draw out the tiniest moan from her.

You thanked God for whoever had invented the little snap buttons on your shirt. Lorraine's slender fingers could pop them open instantly, and you shivered from both the sudden brush of air and her fingers on your chest. Her skin was hot on yours, scalding like hellfire, and it felt heavenly.

A coyote howled in the distance and you quickly straightened, pulling Lorraine closer to keep her safe. It was getting far darker than you had expected and you knew better than to get caught in the open by a pack. You knew she could hear your heart racing in your chest, and she placed a comforting hand on your now-bare stomach.

"We should get back," you said quietly; you certainly didn't want to alert any coyotes to your location.

"We didn't get firewood," Lorraine said just as quietly. Her breath tickled against your chest.

"Beau and I got some while you were gettin' indecent with RJ," you said before immediately stiffening up.

You weren't supposed to admit that.

"And what, pray tell, are we doin'?" Lorraine asked in what you, Beau, and Huck had dubbed her Scolding Mother voice.

"Sinnin'," you said without hesitation. You were already in trouble, no use trying to get out of it.

"Y'all are bastards," she said with a huff and an elbow to your stomach. You coughed and doubled over, giving her the perfect opportunity to start walking back to camp without you.

"Be careful," you whisper-shouted as you ran after her, your fingers trying desperately to button your shirt back up. “Lorraine!”

You were in a state of complete disarray when you both got back to camp. RJ and Beau were already building the fire; well, Beau was forcing RJ to try and do it. He was failing miserably and you wanted nothing more than to laugh, but the look Lorraine gave you shut you up.

“Need some help, RJ?” You asked when he failed for the fifth time to get the fire started.

“I’ll let you try,” he said with a shake of his head and a shrug. The three of you knew it was his way of saying I can’t do it.

You knelt down and got the fire started in one go. You had to stay on the ground for a few minutes too long so you could stop yourself from looking so smug about it. By the time you stood up, convinced the fire would stay steady, Beau and Lorraine were finishing up preparing for dinner and RJ was messing around with his camera.

“You always have that with you?” You asked him, gesturing your head to the device in his hands.

“Never know when you’ll stumble across the perfect shot,” he said with a smile.

Laughter had you turning your head to see Beau and Lorraine with large smiles on their faces. She looked at peace, like she was actually happy to be there with him. There was no intent to hide herself, or keep quiet, or act a certain way. She was just laughing and pushing him around and talking ceaselessly.

It was the perfect shot, and RJ was missing it.

“Quit it,” you told Beau, who was waving a knife around all willy nilly. “You two go sit down before you hurt somebody.”

“Yes mother,” Beau said with a roll of his eyes. Lorraine said nothing but smiled and walked away to sit beside RJ.

Everyone kind of did their own thing after that; you cooked the stew for dinner, Beau got his guitar out and started picking a few tunes, and Lorraine and RJ were sitting together, whispering about something. Every now and then she would look up and meet your eyes for a moment before focusing on RJ once again.

Beau noticed, as he always did, and decided to make light of the situation. He started strumming a tune, singing horribly off key and inviting you to join. You shook your head and protested and did your best to ignore him, but how could you when he was giving you that smile? It was no wonder he had managed to pull Huck in.

You both continued to sing as terribly as possible, laughing when the coyotes started howling in harmony. He cracked open a lukewarm beer and handed it to you before grabbing one for everyone else and then himself. It was disgusting, but you couldn’t complain too much because it was about the camaraderie, not the taste. About knowing you were all just out having fun, enjoying the reprieve from the real world.

For a moment you could almost believe you were out there with Lorraine, free from the prying, judgmental eyes of the world. When you handed her a bowl of stew and her fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine and a heat in your belly. When she smiled at you while RJ and Beau were talking, as if you were the one she was with.

But then RJ would kiss her on the cheek, or wrap his arm around her, and you felt sick to your stomach. The world certainly knew how to play its sick jokes. You knew what your daddy would have to say about it. It's a temptation from the Devil himself to lust after another woman. Guilt started gnawing at your heart, piece by piece until it was beating wildly and you feared you would pass out.

“We should get some sleep,” Beau proclaimed once talk had died down. Maybe he had noticed you starting to lose every ounce of sanity you had left. You hoped he didn’t. “Plenty more fun to be had tomorrow.”

Everyone mumbled their agreements - you just stared off into the fire - before standing up and stretching. Sitting on the hard ground was always tough on the joints no matter how young you were. Once everyone started getting ready, you cleaned up and put out the fire, your mind still dwelling on the guilt your daddy continued to instill in you even from afar.

“RJ, you’re in the tent with me,” Beau said quickly. “I ain’t invokin’ the wrath of a man of god.”

He didn’t look happy about that proclamation at all, but what could he do? He had grown up a Southern man too, he knew how seriously people took such a thing. So he nodded once, grumbling an agreement before climbing into the tent with Beau hot on his heels. Beau gave you one look before zipping up the tent and leaving you alone with Lorraine.

Alone with Lorraine.

Oh god.

You took far too long gathering your things before heading to the tent. Double and triple checking that the fire was out, looking out for coyotes, checking for rattlers, making sure the food was properly put away. Only when you could no longer find anything to do did you finally venture into the tent where Lorraine was already waiting.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Lorraine sitting in the tent, lantern on and book in hand. She had her chin resting in one small hand as the other turned the page. Her hair fell over her face, creating a sheer curtain that you could barely see through. The tanned skin of her shoulder was bare to the world as her too-large sleep gown hung off her arm.

Just the sight of her was enough to make you want to praise the heavens, singing her gospel until God felled you from heaven himself. You would give up the very promise of heaven if it meant you could go to bed seeing her like that every night. The deepest pits of hell could not persuade you from loving her with every beat of your heart and every breath that she pulled from your lungs.

"You're starin'," Lorraine mumbled in her sleepy voice, the one you would die for.

"You're plum wore out," you said as you finally managed to get your body moving again. You zipped the tent up behind you and moved to get on the small pallet beside her.

"Long trip home," she said with a sigh. Slender fingers placed the bookmark in its spot before placing the book beside the lamp and blowing it out.

You laid down in silence, staying as still as possible so as to allow her to go where she pleased. You're acting like you've never slept with her before, your mind taunted you. And it was right, but there was a guilt that was still gnawing at your heart, chomping at the bit to devour you, body and soul.

"You ain't gonna face me?" Lorraine asked, her mouth so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sorry," you whispered as you turned on your side and ended up face-to-face with her.

"You're thinkin' real hard tonight," she said. You couldn't really see her in the dark, but you heard shuffling before you felt her hand resting on your cheek.

It felt like the touch of god himself.

"I'm alright," you said. Part of you hoped she would believe you.

Part of you hoped she wouldn't. 

"It's just you and me tonight," she said. Her fingers scratched gently against your skin, just enough to keep you grounded.

Tonight, your mind emphasized. It was just you and her tonight. When the sun came up she would go back to RJ, and you would go back to Beau, and no one would think twice. It would be as if nothing had ever happened, as if she hadn't made you want to prostrate yourself at her altar.

"You and me," you said to yourself. If you said it enough, you could believe it.

"I don't wanna fuck tonight," Lorraine said, making you blink in the dark at her complete 180.

"You… you don't?" You asked. "May- may I ask why?"

"All I ever do is fuck," she said, her lips now brushing lightly against yours. “I want you to remind me what love feels like.”

Oh. Oh, you could do that. It was all you ever wanted to do. There wasn't a single thought in your head when you felt her lips press against yours. No thoughts as you wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against yours. She was warm and soft; she was yours.

You rolled over onto your back, gently pulling her with you until she was laying on top of you. It always amazed you how small she was, how her weight on you meant nothing as she straddled your stomach. Both of her hands made their way to your neck while yours went under her shirt and to her hips. Her skin was already slick with sweat thanks to the summer heat.

She bit your bottom lip as your hands slid up her sides, caressing every inch of skin they could find. Gentle touches until you reached the sides of her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat when one of your thumbs lightly brushed against her nipple, immediately followed by a shiver down her back.

“Don’t tease,” Lorraine mumbled against your lips. 

You hummed your acknowledgment and leaned up into another kiss, but continued to leave the lightest of touches. Brushing a knuckle against her nipple, softly kneading her flesh. Only when she was least expecting it did you do anything more, rolling a nipple between your thumb and forefinger and swallowing her moan.

The simple touch had her rolling her hips against your stomach. Even with her panties on, you could feel her arousal on your stomach. Just the knowledge that you had such an effect on her was enough to convince you that she had too many clothes on.

She whined when you removed your hands from her breasts. A needy, breathy sound that quickly disappeared when you pulled her gown up. Her lips parted from yours just long enough to get the gown over her head before she leaned down, instantly kissing you again.

Your hands rested on her hips, just tracing patterns on her skin as she continued to roll her hips. Her movements were slow, methodical. She was working herself up, not trying to get off just yet.

"Take it off," she mumbled as her hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Well, it was Beau's shirt, but no one cared.

"Yes ma'am," you answered before sitting up.

Lorraine slid into your lap while her hands tugged at your shirt, attempting to assist you. But you could tell she was already too desperate, too distracted to be of any genuine help. As you pulled your shirt off, her own hands quickly replaced it, running over every inch of skin she could reach.

"I missed you," she said breathlessly. Her hands trailed from your neck down to your breasts, giving them the same teasing treatment you had given her.

"I missed you too " you answered just as breathlessly before her lips closed around one of your nipples and drew a moan out of you.

She loved to do that. She loved to interrupt your thoughts with her actions, whether it was a gentle bite here or the scratching of her nails on your back. And she did just that, biting down just hard enough to pull a gasp from you before soothing the sting with her tongue.

You let her continue for a few moments; it was one of her favourite things to do. All the while you massaged her hips, her thighs, could practically feel the heat from her core. She was still working herself up.

"Come here," you said, gently pulling her face back up to yours.

You couldn't see her in the dark but you could imagine the lust-drunk look she was giving you as you laid her down on the pallet. Both of your hands were on either side of her head, caging her in. Your thigh strategically placed itself between her legs and she took no time in rutting against it.

Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you into another kiss. One thing about Lorraine, she loved to be kissed. To taste you, feel your tongue on her lips, your lips on her skin. If you were kissing her then you loved her, and she couldn't have been more right.

"More," she said with another desperate grind against your thigh.

You lowered yourself down to your elbows before shifting your weight. Your body was tilted ever so slightly so as not to crush her while one of your hands finally made its way back down her body. If the sweat was anything to go by, you knew exactly what you would find when you slid your hand in between your thigh and her panties.

The wetness on your thigh and stomach had already told you how worked up she was, but when you actually felt how soaked her panties were, you couldn't help but sigh. She just made it so easy to tease her, to run your fingers over her so lightly that all she could do was whine and squirm.

"Stop teasin'," Lorraine whined, pulling a smile from you.

"Take these off too," you said in reply.

She had never moved so fast in her life, you reckoned. But almost within an instant she had kicked her panties off and laid bare beneath you. You wished the lantern was on so you could see her. See her kiss-swollen lips and her freckled skin, the blush on her cheeks or the almost bashful look in her eyes. You wanted to see her; all of her.

But she clearly felt you were taking too long, because she grabbed your hand and placed it exactly where she wanted it. You dipped your finger into her arousal and up to her clit once. She threw her head back with a moan at the same time as you.

"Jesus, Lorraine," you said as you bent down to kiss her neck. "You're so fuckin' wet and I barely touched you."

You could feel the vibrations of her moan against your lips as you continued to kiss down her body. Your fingers slowly circled her clit, putting the lightest amount of pressure just to keep her worked up. You kissed her collarbone, her chest, left little love bites on her breasts. Her hips rolled with your fingers as you kissed lower, across her stomach and to her hips. Extra kisses for her hips, one love bite on each before being soothed with your tongue.

"Please," Lorraine whimpered just loud enough for you to hear.

How could you say no to that?

The first swipe of your tongue already had her back arching and her fingers tangling themselves in your hair. She tasted like the nectar of heaven, something you could only ever find from her. Any semblance of self control dissipated and you dove back in like you had been parched for a thousand years.

Her hips wriggled below you with every touch on her clit. Flat broad licks always brought out the low moans from her while the quick kitten licks had her whining and her thighs shaking.

"You gotta be quiet, 'Raine," you said when you picked your head up for a moment to try and see her face.

Her fingers removed themselves from your hair before cupping your cheeks and pulling you back up. Part of you was upset you couldn't taste her anymore, but then she pulled you into another kiss. This one deep and slow. She liked your bottom lip and you quickly parted your lips, allowing her to taste herself on your tongue.

"Then keep me quiet," she said before immediately kissing you again.

She was going to be the death of you.

With your mouth now preoccupied, your fingers went back to work. Rubbing slow, wide circles on her clit to make up for the few seconds of lost contact. Lorraine sighed through her nose, the air tickling your cheek. But you were tired of teasing her. It had been too long for you to tease her all night.

You pressed two fingers against her entrance lightly, giving her time to tell you no. One of her hands left your face and grabbed your wrist, pushing you completely into her. You both moaned into each other, her at the feel of your fingers and you at how tight and warm she was.

Sometimes she liked it harder, faster, but not tonight. Tonight you went with slow, deep strokes. Every time you would pull out, you would curl your fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot that had her toes curling. Her hips rolled to meet your hand, pushing your fingers just that extra bit deeper to have her a sweaty, moaning mess below you.

You didn't stop kissing her when you moved your thumb to her clit, adding that extra sensation. Her nails dug into the back of your neck and your wrist, but you didn't care. She would bite your lip every time your fingers thrusted into her deeper than usual. She was coming completely undone.

All it took was one more circle on her clit before she came, clenching around your fingers and moaning into your mouth. You kept thrusting slowly, softly, helping her ride it out until she could gently come back down. You could feel the welts on your neck and wrist, but it didn't hurt. You stayed completely still until you could feel her body start to relax again, only then removing your fingers slowly.

"I love you," she whispered with a husky, exhausted voice. "I love you."

"I love you too, Lorraine," you whispered back before laying down beside her and pulling her until you could curl your body around her.

She interlocked her fingers with yours and pulled your hands tight to her chest. You felt her lips press kisses into each fingertip, the kisses getting slower and slower until you could feel her even breathing. Part of you wanted to laugh; she always fell asleep so quickly.

The other part was screaming. Reminding you that she wasn't yours. That come morning, she would go back with RJ like nothing had ever happened, and you would be alone again. You would never get the girl, and one day he would even take her away from you.

You closed your eyes and pulled her impossibly closer, feeling the warmth from her skin. The Texas heat was unbearable even in the dark, and it was humid and you were both sweaty. But the touch of her skin on yours was worth it. You left lingering kisses to the back of her bare neck as she continued to sleep.

"I love you, Lorraine," you whispered into the dark for no one but god to hear.

At least for now you could pretend she was yours. Just for one night.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader #lorraine day smut

[minichrismd]

In the Dark - Dark!Sebastian Sallow (Part 2)

Tags: @thatslothdude

Link to Part 1

Word Count - 1.7k

Trigger Warnings - rape/noncon, sexual acts (oral, vaginal), gaslighting, controlling behaviour - Please do not read this if it will upset you!

MINORS DNI

“Imperio.” Sebastian spoke softly, watching the look of shock on your face quickly vanish into a trance-like state. He smiled to himself; he had you now; you’d never be able to leave him. He brushed his hand against your cheek, gently removing a piece of hair that had fallen out of place and tucking it behind your ear. He sighed, taking a step back from you. You stood there in front of him, awaiting instructions.

“You will act normal and blend in. I don’t want to see you hurt, so you must avoid Ominis.” Sebastian stated. You nodded at his instruction.

“I will avoid Ominis.” You repeated, confirming to Sebastian that the spell had worked; you were completely under his control.

“I will come and find you later. For now, attend your classes and be discreet.” Sebastian finished, walking over to the door to open it for you. He seemed to act like the perfect gentleman, holding the door open for you as you left.

Sebastian watched you go back to your common room, eyes downcast at the floor. Sebastian smiled to himself; his plan was working perfectly.

Later that evening, you were sat in the common room, a thick spell book placed in your lap as you slowly flipped through the pages. You weren’t genuinely reading. You couldn’t. It was almost as if your mind was somewhere else.

“Hello (Y/N)!” A voice spoke from behind, startling you slightly. Amit walked around the armchair, taking a seat in the one opposite you. He smiled kindly at you, a smile you could not return in its entirety.

“Are you ok? You look pale.” Amit spoke, a concerned tone laced his voice. You nodded, slowly lifting the book up, indicating you were not in the mood for conversation. Amit’s face fell slightly, you’d always been friendly with him before, and he wondered if he’d done something to upset you. He left you alone with the book without another word.

Moments later, you felt an unavoidable pull to leave the common room. Your brain hadn’t even registered that your feet were already moving. It was as if you were just a passenger to what was happening. Your feet had carried you to the room of requirement. The door swung open, allowing you entry.

Entering the room of requirement was usually an exciting experience; it had been a place of many firsts for you and Sebastian, but this time you felt indifferent towards it, if you were even feeling anything.

Sebastian spotted you as soon as you entered, quickly beckoning you over to sit on the floor with him. You took a spot next to him, his body radiating warmth.

“Lay down and close your eyes.” Sebastian commanded. “I want you.” You did as he said, settling yourself on the cold floor. The next few minutes were a blur. You felt Sebastian’s hands roaming your body, stripping you of your clothes. You were exactly where he wanted you, pliant and unable to resist.

“So good for me.” He mumbled as he finished up with you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You’d felt nothing, utterly numb to his actions. You felt a strong urge to put your clothes back on as he pulled away from you. You stood quickly, fluid running down your thighs as you struggled to find your clothes that had been scattered. You heard Sebastian chuckle from behind you.

‘Touch yourself.’ A voice in your mind said calmly, Sebastian’s voice; you immediately stopped searching for your clothes, your fingers finding their place on your clit and rubbing small, harsh circles. It felt like your clit was on fire; it was incredibly sensitive.

Your knees began to buckle as you stood, unable to take the pleasure you were giving yourself. Sebastian appeared behind you as you all but collapsed into his arms. He laid you down on the floor gently as you continued to rub your clit, moans spilling from your mouth. He smirked at you; seeing you like this underneath him fed his lust.

His cock was hard again from the moans escaping your mouth as well as your pooling wetness mixed with his previous load which was slowly sliding out to form a small puddle on the floor. He couldn’t have that. Lining up with your entrance, he pushed back in, taking pleasure in your warm walls encasing his cock.

Being driven on by your moans, his thrusts became rougher. He kept pushing in deeper and deeper, chasing his second release of the evening. He barely registered that the force of his thrusts were slowly pushing you across the floor, your back being grazed by the rough stone. He needed the feeling of release, your walls fluttering around him. He needed it.

He watched as you continued to rub your clit, orgasm building slowly, tears began to leave your eyes at the feeling.

Sebastian’s thrusts began to falter, but they were no less rough. If anything, they became more violent; blinking harshly you began to feel a tinge of pain floating through your body. Pain. A moment of clarity. You chased the feeling, your mind beginning to rebel against the curse placed upon it. Slowly you began to feel some form of control over your body; it started with your fingers, a slight flex under your command. Next was your arms; you could tense and relax them yourself. The feeling travelled through your body rapidly until your mind became less fogged, skin prickling at the realisation of what was happening.

“Sebastian stop! Get off of me!” You yelled, struggling underneath him, pushing your hands against his chest, trying to push him away. His lust-filled eyes clouded over, a different emotion presenting itself. Anger.

Sebastian grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the floor with one hand, bruising your skin as he chased his release; tears escaped your eyes in floods as you pleaded with him to stop.

“Please Sebastian, you’re hurting me.” You cried out, trying to pull your hands free from his grip. He was too strong; the most you could do was continue to wriggle and yell, hoping he relented. After a few more moments of his assault on your body, you felt a warmth erupt inside you, his hips slowing. You could feel the pain on your back from the grazes he’d caused, a more intense pain between your legs. Tears continued to fall.

You sniffed, unable to move from your spot on the floor as he pulled out of you, a trail of cum following. Your chest heaved as you tried to take a deep breath; the realisation of what Sebastian had done was setting in. A sob ripped from your throat as you couldn’t contain it any longer. Sebastian’s brows furrowed, his expression seemed almost annoyed as he retrieved his clothes from the floor, quickly sliding back into them as you remained naked on the floor. He retrieved his wand from where he’d cast it aside, grasping the hilt.

 “This is all your fault (Y/N); if you’d stood by me we wouldn’t be in this mess.” He spoke harshly, tiny specks of spit leaving his mouth as he hissed out the words.

You couldn’t respond; your brain was still too foggy to think of anything aside from what had happened. He’d raped you. The person who was supposed to care about you had hurt you in the worst possible way. Your heart felt heavy.

Sebastian paced in front of you as if he was trying to think of a solution for minutes, blocking the exit from the room of requirement and back into the main school. You were trapped, unable to call for help or escape.

Suddenly he stopped pacing, his eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. A sinister smile appeared on his lips, the wand still tightly grasped in his hand.

“I know exactly what to do.” He exclaimed, speaking more to himself than he was to you. He walked towards you, causing you to reel backwards until your back hit one of the columns. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, waiting for something to happen. Instead, you felt his hand touch your face, gently stroking your cheek.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll make all of this disappear.” He murmured softly.

“Obliviate.”

Sebastian made a hasty exit from the room of requirement after casting the memory spell; he didn’t want to be seen by you in the state that he’d left you in. Violated and bloody. He didn't want you to be able to connect the dots.

He'd erased your memory of the events that had just taken place, as well as the events from the previous night. In your mind, you'd never met him in the storage cupboard, he'd never cast Imperio on you, it hadn't been him that did this to you. It was his little secret, and without your memory, it could have been anyone.

“If only you didn’t fight back.” He thought to himself as he walked the corridors back to the Slytherin common room, letting out a heavy sigh as he reached the entryway. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered the password which quickly granted him access, hastily retreating into the common room.

He snuck into his dorm, which he shared with Ominis and two other classmates, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was late now; he assumed everyone would be asleep already as he kicked off his shoes and fell into bed, not bothering to remove his clothes.

“Please don’t remember.” Sebastian whispered to himself before pulling his duvet over him and rolling onto his side, quickly falling asleep, tired from his earlier activities.

Unbeknownst to him, someone was still away in the dorm. Ominis sat up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, wondering who could still be sneaking around at this time of night. He was about to slip out of his bed when he heard the sound of someone flopping down onto a mattress just across from him. Sebastian.

He listened carefully to the sound of him shuffling around, overhearing the whisper that left Sebastian’s lips. Ominis’ brows furrowed. ‘Please don’t remember what?’ He thought to himself, an uneasy feeling settled in Ominis’ stomach, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but as he laid back down in his bed, he made a mental note to look into what Sebastian meant.

#sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow imagine #hogwarts legacy reader insert #hogwarts legacy imagine

[aphroditesmoon]

fall with me

jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: when an earthquake hits the city of King's Landing, causing a giant flood, you end up trapped with your ex in a mountain cabin.

warnings: modern!au, post-apocalyptic fic, inspired by the show 'Class of 07', NSFW, smut. (minors dni!!), makeouts, mentions of ED & sex & suicide, death.

A/N: had this idea for a while now lol.

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"You know what I call situations like these?" For someone who had almost died, pressing over 170 on his car to reach here, he sure sounded positive. "Do not say fate-"

"Fate." He had that stupid shit eating grin you can't tell if you wanted to punch or kiss off of his face. "I wished I'd never opened the door." You concluded.

Jacaerys lets out a tired sigh as he finally stops trying too see through the fog outside the window. He moves to sit crossed legged opposite of you, back againts the wall. "Someone's gonna find us. I can feel it."

You scrunched your face and looked at him with pity. "You thought you felt me orgasm the first time we-" he cuts you off with a groan and starts shushing you immediately. "This is like the worst time to remind me, I almost died out there." You snorted as he buries hus face on his knees. A minute passes and you finally decided to speak again. "Did you get an amber alert, or something? Before shit started cracking?" He shook his head, lifting it up to finally meet your eyes. "Me neither."

You wondered if he saw anything other than fog out there. The last thing you saw when you let him in was the grounds behind him cracking into pieces, bursting as water starts filling in. You don't want to look again. It has been 5 hours since then. The two of you had checked out every single item you could find in this cramped cabin and decided to do intermittent fasting so the food stock would last longer.

The way he looked at you as it was discussed made it obvious that the both of you had the same question. Does this count as encouragement for eating disorders if the world is ending?

But you pushed through for the idea, so he agrees.

"Do you think our families are okay?" He asks, barely a whisper in the quiet space. You stared down at your hands and let out an awkward laugh. "Is it bad that I haven't thought of them at all since this shit started?" He shakes his head with a small smile. "I just remembered them too actually." You hummed. "Times like these, selfishness prevails." He nods in agreement.

You notice how he opens his mouth sightly before closing it back and turning his head around, pretending to inspect it. "What?" He acts confused. "You were gonna say something just now, what was it?"

He stutters as he's confronted, trying to convince you it's nothing. "Just spit it out Jace, we're like, a thunder away into dying."

"No, I- its a stupid, stupid curiosity, I mean, when you said before, that you didn't orgasm when-" "Yes, Jace, you have made me orgasm before. That one time didn't count." "Oh." He lets out an awkward laugh, nodding in understanding as he moves to change the subject.

"Thats good-um, you know I heard a few weeks back that your cat just died?"

You stared at him in disbelief, not knowing if you wanted to laugh or cry. He was never good at hiding his embarrassment. "Yeah, he did." The strangeness stretches. "Sorry about that, I liked him."

"Yeah, he liked you too."

"I remember..." he begins. "The first time I came over, he was so scared that his tail spiked up." You laughed out weakly at the memory. Although, your smile was genuine. You missed your cat. And you missed those times where your biggest fear wasn't dying.

"Do you think any of them made it out there?" His eyes filled with so much hope and light, and you wondered how long you could hold on to them until eventually, he'd break too. "I don't know." He answers finally. Of course he didn't. "I wouldn't mind dying if they are." Neither of you teared off your gazes from eachother. "I'll stay alive if you do." You laugh at the way he says it. "Is that a threat?" He smiles. "It's a promise."

You felt your smile fade away slowly. The world is ending, you don't need to fake a smile to make other people less uncomfortable anymore.

"If you die on me, do you think I'll have any spark of hope left in me to go on?" He wasn't smiling either now. "I won't die." You assure him. He remains tense, the new fear of you dying begins to haunt him. "Maybe we could just sleep for a very long time, and it'll all be well when we wake up." You dreamt aloud, earning a raised brow from him. "Oh I wish so too."

"Do you want to hold my handas?" He asks suddenly.

If it was during anytime else, you'd tease him of it, you'd tell him; if you wanted to touch me, just say that. And you'd hold it before he could say anything else. If the world is ending you'd know the right things to say to him, the right response to his assurance and comfort.

But the world is ending, so you said what you wanted to, all the things you wished you've said before and never did. "If you wanted to touch me, just say so." He chuckles sincerely, showcasing his perfect teeth. "If I say yes, will you finally come sit closer to me." You tilt your head towards the ceiling, pretending to think. "So stubborn, up until the end." He mutters.in an annoyed tone.

"You come here, I'm not moving." You decided, making him roll his eyes but complied to your demands anyways

You give a good look at his face once he's next to you. "Better?" He whispers. "Better." You nod. Turning your head back to your front, you let your eyes shut close as your head leans into his shoulder. Seconds after, you feel him leaning into you too. It took less than an hour for the both of you to fall deep into a tiring dreamless sleep.

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"What if we just started having sex until we both get cardiac arrest and die." Jace looks bewildered by your suicide ideas but laughs as easily as he usually does, a part of him always remaining unfazed by your mind. "Creative. I'll keep it in consideration."

He had woken from your 6 hour nap first and took the initiative to carry you towards the stiff queen bed further right from the kitchen. When you finally woke up, your head was againts his chest as his arms were wrapped around you like it was always meant to be there. You decided you were comfortable, and he had no complains. So the two of you defied the rules of exes and continued to stay like that.

He allows you to come up with as much suicide plans for emergencies as you wanted to. Not too realistic though, he warned. Im sensitive. You laughed when he sniffled. I know you are, baby. You were comfortable wasting the hours like this, but Jacaerys insisted on some food. You watched as he boiled up sone water and prepared the two of you some instant noodles and boiled eggs. "I can't believe there's still water." You think out loud. He pulls out a bowl for your noodles. "Me neither, this could be the last of it though, so we'll need to save it."

"No showers then?" He finishes up the noodles and carries yours to eat in bed. You thank hin as he places the warm bowl in your hands. "We take turns every 2 days, unless you want to showee together." You almost spit out your noodles, coughing slightly, you lightly shove him, ignoring his free and joyfilled laugh towards your reaction. "Athhowl." You mutter incoherently while slurping your noodles, ignoring him when he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Insufferable. And yet you were grateful, that out of everyone, it was him that you were stuck with.

Evening came again, faster than you thought. Has it really been two days?

Jace is cutting up the last singular apple for the two of you to share. You're laying on your side, back towards him. The whole situation was finally making you feel disgusting and terrified. It's been two days and there was no one coming. You knew that because you opened the door that morningz and you slammed it close againbwhen you saw how the water has reached the last step of staircase leading onto the cabin. And how fron there, the rest of the world turned into an ocean. Not a singular city let alone person, seen. Just water.

You were singing quietly when he calls out your name. "And I will pretend..."

You heard him, but said nothing in return. "...That I don't know, of your sins." He calls out again, gentle but louder as he sits by the bedside. "Come on, let's eat." His voice was pleading. You make yourself turn towards him, for his own sake. And you let him feed slices of apples in your mouth whole your eyes remain closed.

And then you felt him press a cold kiss on iour forehead when he's finished. "Jacaerys." You call him out when you feel him walk away to put away the dishes.

He came back soon enough, squeezing himself into the bed. "Jacaerys." You repeated. He looks down at you, a trying smile accompanying him. "Yes?"

"I'm glad its you. I'm glad you're here." His forehead leaned againts yours and you feel his body relaxes. "I'm glad it's you too." When he kisses you. It wasn't shocking, or unexpected. It was waited for, It felt like completion.

His soft lips has begun to push harder againts yours, Jacaerys now sitting on top of your laying self. Letting him enter his tongue inside your mouth, your hands wrap themselves around his neck, gasping quietly as he sucks on your bottom lip. Jace. You whined as he moves his attack down your neck. Who is he marking you for? You wonder, as he bites the flesh tenderly and stroking over it with his tongue. His fingers were quick to unbotton your top, like he's had your body and accessories memorised.

The sight of your bare breasts instead of bra sent shoots of arousal straight to his cock. He groaned at your perk nipples before wrapping his lips around them. Your leg rises to wrap around his waist, groaning at the sensation of his touch.

You could've cried when you felt him grind againts your soaking cunt, pushing your hips back againts him, the barrier of his jeans and your panties in the way. "Take of your pants." You gasped out as he starts giving your other breast the same attention whole groping and squeezing the other.

His hands were quick at your permission, the sounds of his jeans falling to the floor, giving you relief and sanity as you rid yourself of your own underwear.

You groaned loudly once he pushed himself inside of you, feeling the fullness as he pulls out slightly to push back in, making you whine out his name again. Your hands are clenching the sheets beside your head as you let him fuck you deep. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, grunting in your ear when you tighten around him, your tight cunt suffocating his hardness, feeling yourself getting closer.

He came right after you, your cum mixing with eachother's and leaking down your thighs.

He slumps by your side, pulling you againts his chest as the two of you got off your high. Wiping on your sightly sweaty hair, he combs his fingees through them as the both of you relish eachother's company for as long as you could. He wishes that night as he watches you fall back asleep, that if the world would to kill one of you, let it take the other one too.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon #hotd x reader #jace velaryon x reader #house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones #jace targaryen x reader #hotd #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys x reader

[jelicoxoxo]

TWST CHARACTERS AS CATS

Summary: Your favorite had embarrassingly made a mistake in potionology class, which ultimately resulted in them turning into a cat! They hunt you down to care for them, escaping their usual routine for the day.

Warnings: N/A. Can be seen platonic or romantic, OC friendly. No proofread cause i’ll wanna delete it. Floyd’s might be rushed

A/N: i’m EXHAUSTED oh my god.

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(Heartslabyul) (Savanaclaw) (Octavinelle) (Scarabia) (Pomefiore) (Ignihyde) (Diasomnia)

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Azul Ashengrotto

- The first and last(not) time he’ll ever be your study partner.

- You had accidentally put in cats fur instead of moose fur, how you mistaken the two? we’ll never know.

-He turned into a persian cat by the way, long fluffy fur.

- But he definitely made it YOUR problem. Following you around with a loud meow whenever he didn’t get the attention he wanted, sneaking INTO your bag and leaving cat fur on literally everything, and went out of his way to flick his tail under your nose while you ate your lunch.

-You practically breathed Azul that day, and there was no escape, not since now he could track you down himself with that new nose of his.

-The only time he ever left was to go check on Mostro Lounge, he is a busy man after all! But the twins brought him right back to you, claiming they couldn’t understand his chattering and meowing (they didn’t care*)

- So you where stuck with cat Azul. Stuck with this literal menace that goes out of his way to irritate you for his amusement.

-HAATTEESSS air jail and getting sprayed with water(ironically). It’s pretty much the only things that’ll get him to stop, but he’ll fuss and fuss about it.

-don’t give him catnip he’ll probably lose his shit.

-He turned back right beside you, then got up and left without a single word, to embarrassed to even say anything to you.

-will ignore you if you try to bring it up

Jade Leech

- Mischievous but less destructive.

- Literally nobody knows how it happened, nobody. But what you do know is that he showed up at your door and KICKED the bottom of the door till you answered

-you know those videos of the cats kicking with their hind legs as a way to knock? yeah thats him

- it was so loud too, like it genuinely scared you so bad you didn’t even wanna open the door.

-just for this long, tall, and lanky siamese cat to walk right in like he paid bills, looking back at you and meowing as if to ask “are you coming?” before he continued further into your space.

-He enjoys sitting on your desk, watching you continue your routine and occasionally including him in it.

-If you wear makeup, he’ll maybe let you pretend to put it on him using an old makeup brush. Will paw at your hand to get you to do it again, purring and closing his eyes for the “eyeshadow”

-such a sweetheart (when he isn’t scratching the hell outta your furniture and hiding your shoes/socks)

-Suddenly your new cat friend left, and the knock at your door was Jade as his normal self pretending that nothing had happened.

-Still pretends to have no idea what you’re talking about when you speak of the cat that never returned.

Floyd Leech

- By far the hardest to care for and watch, dare I say worse than ace.

- Floyd wasn’t really at fault for the incident, but i wont say he was completely a victim either. He was so irritated until he saw you, suddenly not so hissy anymore.

-This boy immediate went with you wherever you went, and did not care about whatever Azul had planned that day. I mean, he needs time with his favorite shrimpy doesn’t he?

- He likes to slap you if he sees you asleep or focused on anything but him.

- Also likes to sit on your laptop while you’re using it, as well as anything you’re writing on.

- Sometimes he’ll knock a glass or two off the shelves, tables, and counters. Or maybe even scratch up your sofa in a spot you’ll only ever notice weeks later.

- don’t try bathing him, he’ll despise you the rest of the day. To him, having heavy wet fur is just not enjoyable, actually he hates it(ironically x2).

-and oh you thought his mood swings would stop as a cat??? Oh no baby it gets worse

-one minute he’s rubbing his face against your arm, the next he’s turning around and biting it.

- Him turning back wasn’t really anything special, but he wasn’t to fond of his little “day off” being taken out of his paycheck

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It is 4am I’m going back to sleep

#black writers #jelicoxoxo #blackcontentcreators #twsited wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #floyd x reader #jade x reader #azul x reader #im so tired of writing #MAKE IT STOP

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Study Materials (Prodigal Son)

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Martin loves your singing voice. How convenient that it helps you study.

CW: Martin Whitly. that's it, that's the warning. (also fluff)

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It had started out innocently enough. You’d written to The Surgeon in hopes of getting some answers for your dissertation for University. You’d not expected a reply back, never mind an invitation to go and see him. 

You’d left the letter on your bedside for about a month before deciding to bite the proverbial bullet and go to see him. You’d seen pictures of him online, of course. Knew as much about him as was relatively accessible online, but being able to meet him? To speak with him directly? Well, you’d be a fool to pass that opportunity up. 

So you’d gone to see him. He was charming, almost soft? He’d answered some of your questions and deflected others. He was guarded but had seemed genuinely interested in your studies and degree. 

“The human mind,” he’d said conspiratorially. “It’s quite the marvel.” 

Quite the marvel indeed. 

You’d gone back a second time because you’d thought of some more questions that would be great for your paper. 

The third was to follow up on some of his answers that you’d forgotten to take all the notes down for. 

And after that, well, you’d realised after quite some time that you were making up excuses to see him. Anything under the sun that seemed at least a vaguely reasonable excuse was used to get yourself time during his visitation. 

And eventually, you just went because you wanted to. Taking in your notes and studying while making idle conversation, cracking jokes about classes and professors and sometimes just sitting in contented silence until visitation hours ran out. 

On this particular day, you were reading and re-reading the same paragraphs of study materials. They were just not sinking in. Martin had the radio on softly and was singing quietly under his breath. You let your mind focus on that as you tried to read the materials one more time. 

You got a little further this time and were actually making decent progress when Martin spoke up suddenly. 

“That sounds lovely, my dear. I didn’t know you could sing!” 

Your cheeks pinked immediately. You hadn’t even realised you’d been singing. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, making sure not to paint yourself with your highlighter. 

“Oh- yeah, only sometimes. Just can’t help it when the song is good, you know?” 

Martin gives you one of his signature warm smiles. 

“I understand, sweetheart. You really are very good,” he tilts his head thoughtfully. “It’s quite nice to hear a friendly voice in here. The radio only gets you so far.” 

You note that Martin has a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Oh, he enjoyed it. Like, actually wants you to sing some more kind of enjoyed it. Your cheeks blush a little darker. 

“Is that a request, Martin?” 

The man in question hums invitingly. 

“If you’d be so kind,” he says, trying not to let the hope bleed through too much. 

You chuckle and go back to your readings. You won’t be able to sing if you’re not focussing on something else. Particularly if he’s paying attention solely to you. 

You clear your throat and highlight a passage, adding in your annotations. Quietly at first, you start to sing along with the radio. 

You find with the highlighting and the singing, the information soaks into your brain faster, and as you become more engrossed in the readings, you completely forget Martin is even there listening to you. 

If you’d paid attention, you would have noticed the way Martin gave you a look of pure adoration. You would have noticed the way he closed his eyes and sighed with relief, letting the words wash over him. 

And thus, a new studying tradition was born. Whenever you visited Martin in his cell with your textbooks and highlighters, he would brighten considerably. You fell into the routine and eventually, Martin started asking for requests- which you fulfilled if you knew the songs. 

You could both get very used to this.

#A/N: where tf did all you singing requestors come from- i have like 10 of them please #a fella can only do so much #martin whitly #martin whitly imagine #martin whitly x reader #prodigal son #prodigal son imagine #michael sheen #martin whitly x you #dr whitly #dr. whitly x reader #prodigal son x reader #michael sheen x reader #x reader #martin whitly x yn #martin whitly x y/n #prodigal son fic #prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son fanfiction

[earthstellar]

It’s 3 AM on a Monday Morning: Let’s Talk About Pharma

I cannot emphasise enough how Pharma was possessed/resurrected by literal space gods and the very first thing he did, leading up to the panels above, was to monitor his ex-not-boyfriend via security cameras-- presumably at least in part to ascertain if Ratchet had a new boyfriend or not-- solely in order to overpower the space god possessing his frame so that he could enact “revenge” and kill the shit out of his ex-not-boyfriend’s new boyfriend immediately. 

The very first thing Possessed Pharma actually does is have Drift shot as close to the spark as possible via targeted and clustered minion open fire.

Just prior to these panels, Pharma watches the security cameras for at least a brief period of time and immediately singles out Ratchet (and whoever appears to be closest to Ratchet) to ensure that his initial shots upon entering the deck are guaranteed as possible to destroy Ratchet’s new boyfriend and ONLY Ratchet’s new boyfriend (most of the other minion shots go wide/miss most of the others/don’t give as much damage to other bots present). 

There is no indication that Possessed Pharma would have given that much of a shit about any of what was going on, had it not been for Pharma’s deep seated obsession with Ratchet immediately kicking in the second he realised Ratchet was actually on board. 

It completely derails whatever the original plan might have been to address the loss of the God Gun. He 100% pivots towards getting the fuck down there with two new core objectives: 1) Obtain Ratchet and 2) Destroy Bot Most Likely to Be Ratchet’s Boyfriend 

Essentially: Pharma is so petty and so invested in Ratchet that it overpowers the influence of a literal god on his spark, processor, and frame-- Total possession, totally overridden by his instinctual petty needs.

(There is quite possibly also a further motive in the form of wanting to just generally isolate Ratchet the way Pharma felt isolated; Aiming at Ratchet’s closest friends and colleagues has a lot of intent behind it...

We see most medic characters tend to be social or actively at their best and most comfortable when with other people. First Aid is even part of a gestalt. We know Pharma did reasonably well in the past, right up until being stationed as a sole medical lead in an isolated location.

There’s nothing in canon that explicitly states that medic type bots might do better in groups, but it does make sense for the nature of the work, and we tend to see medic characters that have fairly social personalities or tendencies. So this is just my conjecture, but I have a whole too-long-post planned about Cybertronian class/caste and social behaviours in the works anyway...!) 

I know that we all already know all of this, but I feel like the sheer level of both pettiness and genuine obsession is core to what makes Pharma an effective and frightening villain. 

We’ve all seen a million “unhinged doctor” type enemies in all kinds of media before, but Pharma is somewhat unique among them in terms of how he got to this point, and how his obsession realistically developed. 

He knows what-- and who--he wants. 

Death can’t stop him. 

God can’t stop him.

It creates a far more effective unsettling vibe to Pharma overall; He’s not just dangerous due to medical knowledge and skills, but we know that he’s going to inevitably make unpredictable mistakes because his sheer obsessive focus on his points of interest have potential to fuck up his higher reasoning. 

It’s not just Ratchet he’s obsessed with, either.

Pharma at Delphi: Loneliness Under Duress and the DJD 

He was obsessed enough with running his clinic effectively enough under difficult conditions to provide care to an isolated and vulnerable population, at the very least to the degree that it’s hinted that he had such a focus on keeping the doors open and continuing to service those in need that when the DJD initially approached him. (Keeping in mind, of course, that a visit from the DJD is very much in the overwhelming majority of cases a brutal and horrific death for all on site.) 

We can assume that in engaging with Tarn, even though Tarn approached him first and specifically sought him out, that Pharma did his best to negotiate not just a reasonable “way out” of death for himself-- But for his patients and staff as well. The end deal was X number of t-cogs at X intervals, and you leave me, my staff, and the rest of my patients alone. 

It’s an unwinnable situation: Any deal with the DJD in such a situation essentially boils down to “Commit atrocities, or we will commit worse ones”.

He clearly felt the need to continue his deal with Tarn despite the spark-crushing, processor-warping level of moral injury it caused him to do, so out of an effort to continue providing medical services as needed-- For those who wouldn’t be effectively harvested for their t-cogs, at least. 

He viewed it, most likely, as a sacrifice of few so that the many could still receive treatment. 

His mindset on this may have been warped by his service as a medic during the war, although we have very little to no canonical information on what Pharma was really up to during the war for the most part, so it’s hard to say-- We do know that he worked with the New Institute, so who knows. 

But obviously, in the past, Pharma was well-adjusted; Even when working at the New Institute, which is when the panel below takes place. 

He was intensely devoted to his patients, took pride in his job. He was a good doctor, as far as we ever see him working in the past, and we do get to see a few glimpses of him administering what appears to be compassionate care. 

It’s unclear at what point various traumas from war etc. may have started to derail him, thus priming him as an ideal victim for Tarn to manipulate, and that’s something that needs to be remembered: 

Pharma is a victim of the DJD. 

He’s not a bad guy for evil’s sake; He set out to do good, or as good as possible given the circumstances that gradually developed. He wanted to make the best of an impossible situation for the sake of those he might still be able to save. 

It’s suggested that Pharma created the rust plague as a way to justify the closing of the Delphi site-- Which in and of itself suggests a serious level of desperation; It may have been during the creation of the rust plague that Pharma genuinely suffered a mental break of some kind. It’s a sign that he saw no way out, the situation was becoming unbearable/untenable, and he realised that Delphi needed to close somehow before it purely became a harvesting factory for Tarn’s t-cog demands. 

It’s a sign that he felt so isolated, even from his own staff, that he did not feel able to reach out for assistance. 

Left as the sole authority under such severe pressure, with all the typical pressure that comes with being in charge of the wellbeing and care of others also bearing down on him in a remote location with supply concerns etc., it’s very easy to see why Pharma eventually folded-- It was inevitable. 

He was under duress for an indeterminate amount of time, with very little outside assistance if any, with a limited number of staff who he evidently did not feel he could reach out to-- Either because of medical hierarchy nonsense (which is unfortunately a very real issue in actual real life medical systems) or out of a desire to prevent his other staff members, most of whom are junior medics, from potentially getting looped into the deal with Tarn and the DJD themselves. 

Pharma is uniquely effective as what would otherwise be a very stereotypical “mad doctor” type villain, because he is genuinely unwell, and we can understand fairly clearly how that happened-- Even with a lack of much background elaboration on Pharma’s past, and without having all the details of the lead up to where we pick up the Delphi situation. 

Pharma had a mental breakdown under sustained duress which spiralled into far more unhinged actions, but those actions--while not excusable--are at least understandable.

Because what do you do when you’re all alone, you have vulnerable patients at risk, you only have junior medical staff who are part of a terrifyingly small number of available/still alive medics post-war (which must also be taken into consideration when potentially sharing information with them which could place them at greater risk themselves), and the DJD-- a group of people that will kill everyone in the vicinity regardless of anything if their demands are not met-- is knocking on your door? 

It’s likely Pharma fixated on Ratchet because not only is Ratchet an exemplary medic, but because Ratchet seems to be one of the few colleagues Pharma was ever particularly close with in the past. 

In isolation, particularly in prolonged periods of isolation (famously, a few case studies exist involving prisoners held in solitary confinement for at least 12 continuous months, although I won’t link those reports here as they may be genuinely disturbing for some people), it is known that there is often a tendency for people at an intermediate stage of cognitive degradation caused by extreme isolation to mentally fixate on family members, close friends, colleagues, or any person or people they can more easily bring to mind-- People that they have formative or significant memories about, for example. 

(Part of this is simply because it is easier to imagine these better-remembered people in greater detail, which helps provide a slightly greater degree of mental stimulation while in total isolation. Among other reasons, but anyway!)

Ratchet fits that description for Pharma. 

A more mild version of this has also been reported to some degree by several adventurers/explorers, such as those who go on long term expeditions to isolated areas such as high elevation mountain caps--- An apt comparison, given the icy and isolated location Delphi is located in. 

Many explorers who survive gruelling expeditions mention fixating on a photograph of a loved one, or imagining what advice their friends would give them if they were present, or even talking out loud to their friends as if they were there-- Which is also useful for regulating breathing at high altitudes, so this serves multiple physical and mental purposes, for what it’s worth! 

But given the way Pharma monologues to Ratchet towards the end of the Delphi rust plague incident, it very much gives me the vibe that Pharma had likely been fixating on Ratchet for some time prior to Ratchet’s arrival at Delphi, and it may even be indicative that Pharma is at a point of mental stress where he may have been monologuing to an imagined Ratchet prior to where we step into the Delphi situation. 

Which is just my conjecture, as nothing suggests this in-canon, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if this had been the case to at least some degree. Pharma’s ranting to Ratchet is very effectively unsettling and disturbing, especially with the in-universe context that Pharma in the past had been a very calm and effective medic. 

Stress and isolation and prolonged duress do things to people. Oftentimes, bad things. What happened with Pharma is overwhelmingly sad, and that lends greater weight to how frightening his behaviour is later on. 

This is someone who was unable, for whatever reasons, to get any help dealing with a nightmarish ultimatum under difficult circumstances while in relative isolation, with a lot of responsibility and professional stress bearing down on them throughout. It’s a realistic setup for a brutal downfall.   

Pharma undoubtedly had a connection to Ratchet going back a long way, both personally to some degree as well as professionally, but whatever else may have been going on with him between then and the end of the war, it seems the DJD and Tarn specifically may have ultimately been what pushed his tendencies for high independence and self-motivation towards fuel for obsessive behaviours.

It seems to me as though, to some degree, his obsession with Ratchet may have initially manifested as an attempt to cope and stay on top of things-- At least for a while. Ratchet was a good colleague, a friend, a great example of the type of CMO to aspire to be. 

But the DJD leaves no survivors. Pharma is not an exception; It just took him that much longer to die, and he suffered-- particularly mentally-- the entire time. 

Which doesn’t justify anything he did. But we can understand why he went on to do those things. 

And upon being resurrected as a frame-puppet for a space god, that fixation-- Ratchet as a sole point of focus, warped from being a coping method under isolation and duress to being a genuine full-blown obsession-- continues to drive him through what is, really, a horrendous situation there, too. 

It lets us know that the bots possessed by these gods are conscious, to some degree, in their own processors. They are aware to some degree, but their frames are moving beyond their control, their processors are muddled with the thoughts of a cosmic entity. 

That has potential to be terrifying-- And Pharma is powering through, once again, fixating, raging against impossible circumstances, inevitably failing. 

Pharma is, fundamentally, a doctor who fell prey to manipulation under threat of death and suffered severe mental health challenges as a result, and owing to ultimately being unable to cope, committed atrocities, acts of abuse of power, and violence while developing obsessive fixations with periodic episodes of acute manic behaviour. 

Things only spiralled out from there; Again, not excusing Pharma’s actions, especially as he does seem to have a reasonable degree of clarity/lucidity while in the process of setting up and/or actively committing several heinous acts even when they are bookended by what might be considered manic episodes (I really wish we had more canonical information on how Cybertronian processors function), but we can absolutely understand how he got to this point. 

And it’s rare to see a realistic and understandable “mad doctor” type character, so I appreciate Pharma as being a great example of how to do “mad doctor” correctly. 

Also, it’s hard to make such a character be in any way funny, but even though Drift getting shot is not funny, we can still make the connection that Pharma truly is interested in Ratchet to the degree that in his mind, Ratchet’s periphery-- friends, colleagues, boyfriend-- are targets for him as well.  Which is frightening. And also sort of easy fuel for fandom, which is helpful to offset the horror. 

It gives us an “out” from the potentially depressing background of Pharma, in that we can acknowledge the realistically serious and disturbing nature of his obsession with Ratchet, and the upsetting nature of his downfall, while also being able to say “lol so gay for Ratchet” and do normal gay fandom shit, which makes some of the extreme violence slightly more bearable for us as audience members/readers. (I love gay Pharma memes; I also cried at the end of the Delphi arc, at least twice. All things in good balance, lmao) 

JRO really nailed it with Pharma; This is a character that has been extremely well-written and well presented, especially considering the fairly limited amount that has actually been written for the character! We really only have the Delphi Arc and the somewhat brief later on shenanigans towards the end of Lost Light for any direct content involving Pharma, but we can still piece together this much from that comparatively little. 10/10 Nicely done. 

tl;dr it’s fun to talk about how Pharma is so gay for Ratchet that he overpowered a god in order to shoot Ratchet’s new boyfriend, because yes, but also, holy shit I have feelings about Pharma 

if you read all this, thank you so much! <3 

it genuinely is 3 AM on a Monday morning at the moment, now almost 4 AM LOL, so I have not edited this at all lmao, and I apologise for any errors etc. that there might be. <3 

[Source: Lost Light Issue #22, MTMTE Issue #17]

#long post #maccadam #maccadams #pharma #tf pharma #idw pharma #idw 1 #mtmte #lost light #transformers #idw transformers #tf ratchet #idw ratchet #dratchet #medbay posting #analysis post #tf analysis

[owo-shenanigans]

Hello can I please request kokichi, nagito, Gundham (separately ) with the ultimate hairdresser.

 I'm obsesd with their hair (ever since I started studying to be a hairdresser I loved their hair even more I just want to style it and treat it all the time )

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Good luck with school! I haven’t played DR2 in a WHILE so while I still have Gundhams character down decently I’m wonky with his vocabulary.

Kokichi, Nagito, and Gundham dating the Ultimate Hairdresser

Kokichi Ouma

He took a while to notice you beyond that of his other classmates; perhaps Tsumugi levels of interest. Decent enough to make fun of, but there were better targets.

However, when he could feel your gaze on the back of his neck, and carefully pick out the sound of your pencil scratching against the paper, he realized how intense your interest in him appeared to be.

So he took the initiative and rolled up to your desk after class, swiping the notebook from your hands before you could slide it into your bag.

"Hey, whatcha been drawing?" He snickers as he flips through the pages. The majority is notes of varying quality, which he dismisses as immensely boring. Once he gets to the doodles, his rapid pace slows to a stop. It's of him and his classmates; however, it's only recognizable through the hair, the heads having the barest of details laid into them.

"You all have such interesting styles," you confess as you attempt to snatch the notebook back. "It's really nothing-"

"Oh?" He says, pulling the notebook from your reach. "What's this? A new style for our dear Miu?" In the notebook was a sketch of the girl, original hair drawn next to other cuts.

"Yes! No! I mean- just stop bothering me!"

"Only if you give me a haircut! I wanna feel special too!" He rejects the notion out of hand, but whatever keeps the fun rolling.

"Really?" Your tone shows that you believe him whole heartedly. “I’ll find you after school, you’ll look great!”

And with that, his fate was sealed.

Nagito Komaeda

You didn’t take an interest in him for how nice his hair was; you took interest for how awful his hair was.

You had asked to give him a trim to practice your ultimate and he agreed immediately, always happy to be able to help his ultimate classmates.

The prewash was where you grabbed him by the shoulders, making direct eyecontact with him.

“Nagito, what the fuck have you done with your hair?” Your tone was incredulous and distressed. The appointment quickly shifted from a trim to you piling product and shampoos and conditioners and post shower lotions into his arms, all the while explaining in great detail exactly how to use and combine them all for maximum effect.

He smiles, nodding along with your words, and shows up to class next with hair dripping with lotion. Your classmates check outside for a sudden downpour that affected only him.

After that, you took over care of his hair personally. You figure it’ll work as a thesis statement.

Gundham Tanaka

He came to you, actually.

It was late at night, and you were on your way to bed when a knock on your door interrupted you.

Opening it showed you Gundham standing there, hair wrapped in a towel and shirt plastered to his body with water.

“I greet you upon this cursed evening.” He said, but whatever effect his form of speech had on you usually was nonexistent, considering the circumstances.

“Yeah….? What’s up, Gundham?” You looked him over and he deflated immensely. His explanation as he stepped in was half of his usual nonsense and half genuine worry- his hair bleaching had gone terribly wrong, and he had no idea how, and you were the first solution to come to mind, so if you could do anything to help he would be extremely grateful…

You could already tell where he had messed up and your hands were itching to fix it, so you agreed to help as you led him to your bathroom, pushing his head over your sink as you began damage control.

After that, you two became close friends and you became his trusted hair worker. In turn, you got to spend hours with his animals and him whenever you wanted, so you considered it worth it.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #kokichi x reader #nagito x reader

[spookyspecterino]

Distracted

Eddie Munson x !Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+NSFW/MDNI, Smut (Fingering, Fem Reader receiving), Public fingering (Not sure what to tag this as. Basically reader gets fingered in the middle of class by Eddie), Dirty talk, Eddie being bossy in one place.

Word Count: 4.5K

While in class, you and Eddie get to talking. Which quickly becomes something else when certain things come out...

A/N: Hey look, new favorite boy just dropped.

Watched Stranger Things S4 this weekend. At some point, in the middle of an episode, my laptop was pulled out and this was written.

“Y/N you’re almost five minutes late. Hurry along and sit down before I write you up for being tardy.”

You ducked your head as you passed your Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Dowry, who shot glares at you from the front of the class. Turning to walk down the aisle between the rows of two seated tables, an evil smirk twisted your face as you met eyes with your table partner, Eddie Munson. He was openly grinning like a fool, twisting a pencil in his fingers and biting lightly on the eraser.

Flattening your skirt behind you as you slipped into your chair in the back row, Eddie leaned over to you, shoulder bumping yours as he teased “And wheeere have you been, little Ms. Tardy?” Up front Mrs. Dowry began her lessons on chemical compounds, turning to face the white board. Eddie leaned a little closer to you, close enough that you could smell his hair product. He sniffed comically a few times then gasped quietly for effect “Is that…smoke I smell?”

You shoved him gently back with your shoulder, pressing your lips together to suppress a giggle “Why, Detective Sherlock Holmes—what are you doing in Eddie’s seat?”

His grin spread from ear to ear, “You know, if you get caught smoking in the girl’s bathroom one more time they’ll suspend you.”

While keeping an eye on Mrs. Dowry at the front as she continued to write on the board, you leaned over to whisper into Eddie’s ear—voice no louder than a breath “That’s why I was smoking in the boy’s bathroom.”

Eddie’s head whirled to look at you, mouth wide in the shape of an ‘O’. The glee in his expression made you snicker mischievously.

You had been sitting next to Eddie Munson for an entire year now in this godforsaken chemistry class, and while it was the hardest class you had ever taken—sitting next to Eddie made it all worth it. First meeting in this class and immediately taking to one another, you two had become inseparable.

“Class, open your text books to page 344.” Mrs. Dowry croaked from the front.

You leaned over to reach into your bag to retrieve the chemistry book. A warm hand pressed down on the seat’s edge of your chair, bulky rings and slender fingers grazing the skin of your thigh. Eddie’s sharp whisper, and the feeling of his breath on your neck sent shivers up your spine “Hey, I forgot my textbook, can we share?”

Giving him a snort, you leaned back up to place the textbook between you both on the table “You know you don’t have to ask, Eddie.” His brown eyes met yours for a moment, something unspoken lingered between you in the air.

Mrs. Dowry’s voice snapped both your heads forward, breaking the look “Eddie Munson, where’s your textbook?”

“Ah, well, you see Mrs. Dowry, that’s a great question…” he threw up his hands and gave her one of his signature lopsided smiles.

Mrs. Dowry, having seen that look a million times, rolled her eyes “If you don’t find your book by the end of the year, you’ll be fined for it. In the meantime, Mr. Munson, work with Y/N.” That lopsided smile turned to you, where it widened into something genuine. In an attempt to hide your reaction, you looked down to start flipping the textbook to page 344.

Eddie’s chair scoots closer to yours with a few squeaks “Now that we’re given permission…” he jokes, looking down at the pages as he sidles up next to you, arms rubbing against one another.

You feel as if you might melt. Over the course of the year, spending time with Eddie, you can’t deny the strong attraction you have to him. You’re bona-fide obsessed, but of course you are­—dude’s a rockstar. Many, many nights you lay in your bed, staring up at your ceiling, imagining what it would be like to have Eddie all to yourself.

And it’s the same every time, you stare up at the ceiling thinking about Eddie, until eventually, your hand finds its way between your legs, and you have to bite your pillow to hold back the sounds of you mewling out his name over and over—imagining the hand working yourself over is his.

“Are you taking notes on any of this?” Eddie whispers in your ear, soft brown eyes looking at you expectantly.

You blink, a light blush creeping into your face as you’re startled out of your late-night thoughts about him “Huh? Oh, uh—no, I haven’t been paying attention.”

His eyes narrow playfully “Where’s your mind at, Y/N? You look like you’ve been in space.”

You flex your thighs together noticing the wetness in between your legs “Yeah, maybe I have been…”

Keeping your face toward the front, you watch from your peripheral vision as Eddie scans your face for a moment longer before looking away. You’re not sure what he’s searching for, but your heartbeat pounds nonetheless.

He’s no doubt wondering what’s been up with you. The last couple of months—as you struggle to keep yourself under control around him, you drift in and out of your thoughts randomly. Sometimes getting lost completely.

Yesterday at lunch, as you sat next to Eddie and across from Jeff, you drifted into a daydream about what it might be like to come home to Eddie every night. Slip into a warm bed beside him, feeling his arms wrap around you—strong and secure. It had taken almost a minute of Jeff waving an arm in front of your face to bring you out of it.

Jeff sounded impatient as he stared you down “What the hell, Y/N? You awake?”

“Yeah, I’m good. All good.” You reassured with a shaky grin. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you then, but you avoided looking at him.

Jeff only laughed, shrugging off the situation and making a joke to Eddie “I think someone was lost in a little daydream.” You couldn’t see Eddie react with more than a single, short laugh as he picked at his food with a fork.

Rolling your eyes at Jeff, you did your best to act unaffected “Shut it, dumbass.”

But this didn’t convince him, and he grinned up at Dustin as the freshman sat down on his opposite side, lunch tray in hand “Hey Dustin, we just caught Y/N in a full-blown daydream.” Jeff wiggled his eyebrows at you “Wanna share with the rest of the class?”

You took a bite of an apple, chewing slowly with an unimpressed look “I was thinking, would you drop it and let me eat in peace?”

Dustin grinned, hesitating to dig into his food to look at Jeff excitedly “Ooh, denial—that means she was thinking about someone she likes.” He looked back at you, leaning over his tray “Who? Who is it?”

Barking out a dry laugh, you stood from the lunch table, tossing your apple onto Dustin’s tray with a clatter “I am not gossiping with a child.” With one glace toward Eddie, who was watching you closely with an expression you couldn’t read, you backed away giving Jeff and Dustin a peace sign, “See you two idiots later.”

After, you immediately ran to the boy’s restroom and smoked one, or two, cigarettes; standing on a toilet in a corner stall and looking out the small, open rectangular window. Thoughts beginning to drift again to Eddie as you remembered that expression he wore as you left the table.

A shoulder nudge snagged your attention, Eddie was giving you the same look as he had yesterday, he slid over a notepad with something scribbled on it

If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me about it. No judgement.

You grinded your teeth, glancing at him. He gave you a pointed nod to the notepad and placed a pen on top of his message.

With a small sigh you wrote back,

I’m fine, it’s nothing.

After a moment, you frowned. No this wasn’t nothing, something was bothering you, but you just didn’t think he would want to hear it. You adjusted your message, then slid it back

I’m fine, it’s nothing just stupid shit.

Eddie took out a pencil and began writing, moving the pad between you both so you each could respond quicker,

I don’t mind. It’s not stupid if it involves you.

You blinked at the message, what was that supposed to mean? With a concentrated frown you scribble,

Appreciate that, but it’s about—

You hesitate, your pen stopping. Eddie looked up at you as you paused briefly, his face was patient, albeit a little worried. After consideration, you continued to scratch your reply down,

—it’s about my dumbass feelings

Eddie immediately drew a line, correcting your message to,

It’s about my dumbass feelings

Then, adding,

Stop that and tell me what’s wrong

Dear God, where you really going to do this now? Maybe you could just be ambiguous and he’d be satisfied with that. You bit your lip a little as you wrote back, feeling Eddie’s eyes on you and not the pad, waiting until you were done writing to look down at it,

I have feelings for a guy

You saw Eddie’s throat catch as he swallowed hard, that was strange and certainly not the reaction you were expecting. He was slow to respond as his brows furrowed together,

Does he like you back?

His response also caught you off-guard. Was he avoiding asking you who it was out of respect for your privacy or…something else? You scratched out, with emphasis,

I don’t know

Eddie’s expression lightened a little,

You haven’t told him?

With a quiet snort, your eyes flickered toward Eddie before responding,

Obviously not

His fingers twitched holding his pencil,

Do I know him?

Why wouldn’t he just outright ask you who it is? It was like he wanted to make it ambiguous. You started to feel hope rising in your chest, his reactions were leading you to believe me might care a bit too much on the subject…which meant…

Yes, you know him

He chewed on his lip a little, writing slow,

Please tell me it’s not one of the guys

You almost choked and you had to cover your mouth from making noise, glancing up to the front at Mrs. Dowry, who was yammering away on whatever the fuck she was teaching.

No,—

Your hand hesitated. Making a quick decision, you decided that you would go with your hunch, and if this all crashed and burned…well, it was your senior year. You could leave this town and never look back if you wanted.

—but they are in Hellfire Club.

Eddie blinked furiously down at your response, he pressed hard into the paper, leaving little bits of graphite behind as he underlined a part of his message, when he was done he looked back up to you and stared with an incredulous expression,

That means one of the guys or a minor!

A grin pulled of the corners of your mouth,

Think Eddie

He motioned with his hands silently at you and toward the paper, playing some weird, irritated version of charades, making you smile even more. When you didn’t offer him any sort of response, just sitting and giving him a knowing smile, he ran his hands through his hair in exasperation before scribbling furiously,

Who??

He hadn’t even finished the second question mark before you were moving to respond, hands brushing against one another on the notepad,

You

It looked as if something short circuited in Eddie’s brain as he stared down at the word, blinking once or twice in disbelief. This was the moment of truth as your stomach twisted painfully.

He turned toward you with wide eyes and pointed to himself, mouthing ‘Me?’

You nodded slowly with a tiny smile, trying your best to read his reaction. He blinked a few more times and your shoulders fell in relief as the widest smile you’d ever seen on him spread across his face, eyes lighting up as he pointed to himself, as if asking again in disbelief. You continued to nod, matching his smile. He ran his hands through his hair and jumped from his seat with a huge grin while looking down at you.

Mrs. Dowry sighed from the front of the class “Mr. Munson, why are you standing?”

Other students in the class turned and looked back toward your table at Eddie, who, without missing a beat, turned his grin to the class, placing a hand over his heart “Sincere apologies Mrs. Dowry, I just felt the need to.”

“Sit down.”

He gave her a short nod before falling back into his seat, breathlessly. You watched him, head held by a hand with your elbow resting on the table, wholly entertained and trying to contain your elation. Eddie’s hands moved toward your face but he pulled back with a glance to the front at Mrs. Dowry, who was still watching him with an annoyed expression.

Eddie turned to face the front, putting on his best ‘good student’ façade as he rubbed his shoulder into yours. He grabbed at the notepad, bringing it close to him, hunching over and scribbling madly onto it. Then passing it to you, he practically bounced in his seat as you read—or tried to read, almost all of his message was scratched out or written over,

You have no idea how much—this is amazing, I can’t believe it, I’ve wanted this for so long This makes me really happy. I want to kiss you

You bit your lip as you tried to hide your laugh, using your pen to tap on one of the crossed-out parts of his message ‘I want to kiss you’ you looked at him with raised eyebrows and a spreading grin.

He nodded eagerly, sparing a glance to ensure your teacher wasn’t looking, and leaned in close to whisper to you “Among other things.” Blushing furiously, you tried to cover your face to hide your embarrassment. You felt him shrug, one hand dropping down under the table, fingers ghosting along the side of your leg on their way to interlace with yours “Don’t tell me you haven’t felt the tension between us…”

Oh, you most certainly had. One time in particular coming to mind. It was late one afternoon as you walked down the hallway after school had ended, most students filtering out to head to home. As you opened your locker, Eddie had leaned on the locker beside it, giving you that devilish smirk he always did when he caught you unawares.

Without looking at him, “No, Eddie.”

He threw up his hands, circling around to the other side, pressing one arm up onto a locker and leaning on it, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes “I haven’t even said anything!”

You gave him a look “I know what you’re going to ask me…”

“What?” he challenged, leaning in closer, grinning wildly.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was obvious “You’re going to ask me to come to the woods and smoke a joint with you.” When he opened his mouth to deny it, you continued, placing books casually in your bag “And I’m going to repeat no, because we—” you turned poking him in the chest with a finger “have a chemistry test tomorrow, and we should be studying.”

Eddie made a face at you “Oh, com’ on. What are you so worried about; you’ll do fine.”

“And if I don’t do fine, I won’t pass the class—I’m already on the edge of a C minus…”

“Hey, hey, listen to me…” Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face him “You. Will do. Just fine.” He shrugged, that wry smile returning “Aaand you can always study while you’re high.”

After another eye-roll, you huffed and closed your locker with a clang. Eddie wasn’t giving up so easily though “Wait, ok. How about this—we only smoke a little. When we come down, we can study together.” His expression told you that he thought this idea was brilliant.

“Eddie…” you trailed off, unimpressed. You turned to go, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

But Eddie’s hands landed on either side of your head, arms caging you against the lockers. Anyone else would have been terrified, no doubt that’s what he was trying to play into, but you just looked up at him, unamused.

He towered over you, leaning his head down close to yours “Ok, we’ll study together first—as long as you want. Then, we smoke.”

You laughed, staring at his ‘Hellfire Club’ t-shirt for a moment, then looked up to meet his eyes. You were very aware of how close he was leaning toward you and it caused your heart to skip a beat. In hindsight, this may have been the event to kick-start the drifting and daydreaming.

The smell of his cologne clouded your senses, and those soft brown eyes staring down at you had driven you wild. When you didn’t respond, Eddie’s eyes had begun to wander, trailing down your face and neck to your collar. You hadn’t noticed at the time, but his eyes had looked you over hungrily, hands gripping tight to try and maintain control so as not to pick you up right there and slam you against the lockers, tossing your clothes to the side and taking you all for himself.

As you looked back up to him, his eyes snapped back to your face, too quick for you to catch “…Ok, we study first, as long as I want—then we can smoke.” You raised a finger to point at him “Not before. After.”

He had grinned at you and crossed his heart with two fingers “I promise.”

Under the table, Eddie’s fingers began to trace small circles into your thigh from their position of holding yours, resting on the edge of your seat. You let out a shaky breath, whispering “I was very aware of the tension, and believe me when I say, that I can’t wait for school to end today.”

His fingers squeezed yours reflexively and he chuckled darkly, “It’s too long, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

As his fingers drew small patterns onto your thigh you had an idea. When Mrs. Dowry turned around to face the whiteboard, you leaned toward him and quietly breathed in his ear “Maybe we don’t have to wait.”

He glanced at you with a confused look, and you returned it with a slow spreading grin as you took his hand and placed it on your upper thigh. Eddie’s eyes opened wide in disbelief as you let go of his hand and spread his fingers out to grip at your inner thigh.

There was the start of a blush creeping into his face, but his eyes lit up with fireworks as he felt how warm you were under his touch.

“You sure?” He breathed, glancing at your lips a few times.

“Yeah. Why, you scared?” you teased him, moving his fingers to brush up against the edge of your skirt. That seemed to push him over the edge as you saw the fire ignite behind his eyes.

His hand moved on its own now as it inched up and under the fabric of your skirt, eyes locked onto yours, as if giving you a chance to stop him. Smiling, you turned toward the front and acted as if nothing was going on, turning to a new page in your textbook and reading.

Eddie’s hand crawled steadily up, squeezing at your soft skin occasionally, to halt at the touch of your lace panties on your inner thigh. You watched him from the corner of your vision and saw the pink of his tongue dart out to wet his lips as he watched Mrs. Dowry with alert eyes.

As he took a few more seconds of hesitation, you grew impatient and shifted your hips forward, moving his fingers to touch the wet spot on your panties. You heard a faint hiss of breath from him and saw his eyes dart to you, but you made no reaction besides the tiniest of smirks curling the corners of your lips up. Eddie chuckled lowly, narrowing his eyes at you playfully as you feigned ignorance.

He pressed his fingers deep into the wet spot, making you jolt a little in your chair. Your eyes met his hungry, dark, blown out pupils and blinked, as if challenging him. You turned to watch the front as an evil grin twisted his features. With one quick movement, Eddie’s fingers pulled your soaked panties to the side and ran a languid line through your folds.

The tip of your pen dug into the paper as you fought for control, heart beginning to hammer in your ears. You chanced a look at Eddie and saw the devil in his smile, his mouthed a ‘wow’ at you, probably referring to how positively drenched you were. Giving him a shrug, you acted unaffected, hoping it would drive him crazy.

It did.

There was a sigh from beside you as nimble fingers dipped low to rub against your entrance, while his thumb immediately found your clit and began to trace loose circles around it; just teasing the little bundle of nerves. You swallowed thickly, legs clenching together as sweat started to bead on your forehead. You hadn’t expected him to be this good, and you suspected he wasn’t even trying yet.

As his thumb applied light pressure to your clit you chewed the inside of your cheek, staring hard at the whiteboard.

His breath gently fanned across your neck as he leaned in toward you “You know, I’ve fantasized about this, probably a dozen times.” A slick finger dipped into your entrance once, only up to the first knuckle, then was pulled out to continue running along the outside. Bringing a hand you pressed your knuckles into your mouth, biting down and trying not to whine as his thumb began to flick at your clit.

“Oh, really?” your breaths were starting to come out sharp “Anything like what you imagined?”

He hummed softly into your ear “Even better, sweetheart.” He groaned very softly as he felt you clench around his fingers “Oh, what’s this? Someone likes to be talked dirty to?”

A finger dipped into you, deeper this time, giving you a slow pump, and you choked back a whimper. It was only loud enough for Eddie to hear, and he showed his appreciation by switching from flicks to thumbing tight circles on your clit. You squirmed in his hand, eyes fluttering as they fought to stay open.

“Goddamn, I can’t believe you wanted me to do this—so fucking hot.” He hissed as his finger pushed deeper into you. “Only in my wildest dreams, would I have ever imagined…”

This time you purposefully clenched around him, giving him doe eyes through your lashes. From his expression, you could tell it near about killed him. He growled, shooting a glance toward the front of the room where Mrs. Dowry had her back turned, “What I wouldn’t give to just take you right here on this table.”

Although you were fighting for breath as his fingers expertly worked you over, you still managed to add some heat to your words “We’ll save that for later, Eddie.”

His jaw clenched once, then twice, as his breathed out “You drive me insane—you always have.”

You smiled, pressing your lips into the back of your knuckles as you looked down at your textbook. The coil in your lower abdomen was tightening at a fast pace now. Eddie’s words adding to the pleasure you felt. If this was how well he was able to finger you on the first time—you trembled, imagining how much better it will be as you two grew more accustomed with one another’s bodies.

From the front of the room, Mrs. Dowry had asked a question, something about what number of neutrons, protons, and electrons were required to get a reaction from a chemical compound. However, no students were raising their hands to answer.

Eddie’s breath tickled your ear “Raise your hand and answer the question.”

You choked mid inhale, glancing at him like he was crazy, but his eyes were deadly serious. With your heart going into overtime, you slowly raised your hand, turning to face the front and trying to maintain a neutral face.

Mrs. Dowry called on you immediately “Yes, Y/N.”

Eddie’s fingers moved up to speeds you thought weren’t possible and your voice died in your throat with a cough, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of pleasure. Mrs. Dowry frowned at you, but you recovered, face heating up to a flame “It’s six Neutrons, five electrons, and five protons.”

She nodded at you “That’s correct.” Then turned back around to the board, saying something else, but you didn’t hear anything as your mind was scrambled by ecstasy.

Eddie’s lips pressed into the delicate area behind your ear, breath fanning out on your skin as he whispered, “Good girl.” Slipping a second finger into your pussy. Your hips bucked into his hand as you bit down hard on your lip, eyes screwing shut.

You were so close now, and your hands gripped the edge of your table for support. From beside you, Eddie chuckled “God, I cannot wait to fuck you. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge and your face twisted as your orgasm crashed over you, without mercy—Eddie’s fingers never slowing for a second as he prolonged your release. When you relaxed, shoulders falling and hands letting go of the table, Eddie’s fingers slowed to halt and gently slid out of your panties.

Lungs burning for air, you struggled to keep your breathing quiet and steady. You peeked over at Eddie to see him staring at you, sucking his finger clean—giving them a few licks to ensure he didn’t miss a drop.

He gave you a wink and you thought you might just pass away on the spot. The loud clanging of the class dismissal bell startled you, making you jump in your seat. Slowly, you put away your textbook and notepad and slung your bag over your shoulder. Your legs were wobbly as you tried to stand. Eddie’s gentle hand took yours and led you down the rows of tables and into the hallway.

The hurried bustling of other students around you was drowned out as your head still swam, trying to recover. Eddie’s strong hands held the sides of your arms as he locked eyes with you, carefully leaning you against the rows of lockers “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that rose from you “No, Eddie. You most certainly did not hurt me.”

His smile was beaming “Good. Listen, I want to meet you after last period today.”

“Ok, where?”

“Outside stadium, behind the bleachers.”

You gave him a wry smile “Can’t wait.”

Those soft brown eyes held yours for a moment longer before his hands came up to hold your face, lips pressing to yours. You were surprised at first, you had never known Eddie to be much of a PDA person, but as his mouth moved against yours, you couldn’t care less about anything other than you and him in that moment.

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader smut

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Well, it's time for my hcs. (Mostly UM and KO)

Ultra Magnus has a terrible CPTSD. Sometimes he hears a plane and immediately transforms his hands into blasters. When he talks to someone he tries to continue the dialogue, but all his attention goes to figuring out the location of the enemy. (+ he has bad sleep schedule)

I'M also has a terrible case of 'bad things happen to bots when I leave them'. He doesn't like staying away from the battle, because he cares very much for his new found family. He isn't afraid of dying for the cause, but he doesn't want to lose anyone.

At the free time he has helped some Autobots make their battle skills better. Like he spared with Miko in Apex armor so she could practice her punches and also had classes for medics (Ratchet and KO). They didn't have blasters, which is disadvantage, but they figured out the way to fight almost as good as others.

Speaking of KO. He wasn't very welcomed at team at first, so he was watched very closely. Yet sooner or later they've warmed up to him. KO was a bit afraid at first, but seeing that they meant no harm, he came back to his sassy attitude.

Also KO has some appreciation problems. When he was a decepticon he had to earn the respect and after Shockwave came along he felt very replaceable. He wasn't thanked for his work half as much as he should. So when Ratchet thanked KO in 3 season he genuinely said "you're welcome".

But the moment he felt he was accepted into team prime was when OP didn't let him on some mission. It went like "Why can't I join?", "Knock Out, comrade, you aren't in need of another warrior, yet we may use the help of a second medic." "We can't just lose medics around. Too important." Ratchet adds. After like the whole team nods. And KO felt so appreciated

After that he became very close to Team Prime and (if they stayed on earth) to kids. When some bully is rude to Jack, KO would let Darby drive himself in school just to show off. He'd watch horrors with Miko, and even tell some interesting stuff abt Cybertronian culture, organism ect to Raf

Also he'd race with Bee and Smokescreen, but he is hella competitive. Like this scene in Avatar The Last Airbender, where Azula plays volleyball. "You'll never rise from the ashes of humiliation!" "Dude... It's not that deep bro.."

Oh, and he'd be very awkward with Smokey cuz like... He tried to open him up. But Smokey doesn't mind it, saying that they're even after he put KO in the wall

The other very strange relationship he has with Bulkhead. It's because of Breakdown. Bulkhead hated him and, as we all know, KO was in a relationship with him. Bulk ofc doesn't hold anything against KO for his relationship, yet they'd have a lot of different opinions on BD. They would talk a lot, finding out more about BD's past

And boy oh boy he had a wild one. Him and Bulkhead were born in the same class. They were builders, as Bulkhead said 'I can build stuff, I can break stuff. That's all.' Yet both of them wanted to do more good in the world, so they joined the Wreckers (before the war it was a gang that helped everyone in need and protected the weak), where they've met. Bulk and BD quickly became brothers in arms but the war seperated them

Once BD heard a broadcast of Megatron's ideas of reforming Cybertron and became a great supporter. He joined the decepticons cuz he thought it was his chance to make the world better. He was so blinded by Meg's promises that he thought this crimes were justified. Bulkhead was more observant, and felt something shady and was grossed out by bombings. But the thing that brought them apart and made them enemies was BD's betrayal. Early in the war Megatron was merciless and Wreckers mostly opposed him. Breakdown pledge allegiance to Megan. He wanted whole gang to join, but they refused and Big M wanted to destroy them all. Breakdown told the location of their hideout, and when Wreckers met there, they were greeted by pistols. It was a big fight, some lives were lost. After that BD went with Decepticons and Bulkhead with the Autobots. Now Bulk hated BD for his betrayal

KO never knew abt that cuz he met BD later. Knock Out was a doctor in one of the neutral cities, that were captured by Decepticons early in the war, and decided to join the "winning team" Just to survive

After all the talks Bulkhead started to respect KO more

Knock Out, Bee and Smokey regularly forcing the gang to go to the drive in theaters.

Arcee, June and Miko have a girls nights where they judge everyone

OP and UM are very close. To the point they're mistaken for brothers (they call each other that in private)

Ultra Magnus doesn't like to show affection in public, so when someone wants to hug him or smt like that, they always ask him to another room. Like after OP came back in season 3, Optimus said smt like "Ultra Magnus, old friend, for a word". And then they are just hugging in another room

Optiratch. Just them. Married. Conjux endura. That's all

Megatron, Soundwave and Shockwave are mean girls.

Megasound cuz you can't stop me. And Shocky just third wheeling his spark out.

Shockwave actually started to like Starscream when they were left on earth.

Agent Fowler and June dating, cuz they both deserve better

KO, Arcee and Ratchet form a widow club after the film.

KO and Arcee beat Arachnid's aft together.

That's all for now.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #maccadam #megatron #tfp megatron #soundwave #tfp starscream #shockwave #tfp shockwave #knock out #knockout #tfp knockout #ultra magnus #tfp ultra magnus #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #ratchet #tfp ratchet #arcee #tfp arcee #bulkhead #tfp bulkhead #breakdown #tfp breakdown #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #agent fowler

[goggles-mcgee]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Do you have any head canons about your felinette stories (Moving on, finding home; The haunted Bride, The not-so phantom…) and Marinette, the Rolling Stone? I love all of your stories, specially daminette 😈

Hi! Of course I do! But since you're grouping them for the Felinette, I will focus these headcanons on the felinette aspects a bit! Also I am so sorry for the very late reply. Motivation has been very low 😔

Moving On, Finding Home:

•As Marinette starts to work with Amelie, Amelie decided they should go out for lunch along with Felix, but when they got to the cafe she suddenly had some business to take care of and rushed off. Felix took this as an opportunity to really talk to Marinette and apologize for his behavior last time he was in Paris.

•At first she's skeptical but as he went into detail about why he did it, she feels for him. He told her about the loss of his father and that he knew it wasn't an excuse but he had been hurt and angry. Especially at Adrien and his Uncle. He was surprised when she didn't immediately jump to Adrien’s defense.

•Since he was so willing to be vulnerable and he seemed genuine in wanting to start over with her, Marinette told him everything that had happened at school. At first she had just wanted to explain that her and Adrien weren't friends anymore but once she started talking she couldn't stop.

•After this talk, things work a lot smoother, and Felix actually tags along with his mother when she goes to meet Marinette. Somehow them having lunch became a routine as well, but neither teen complains.

•Amelie adores Marinette and has a hard time not spoiling the girl but she can't help that her love language is gift giving and look...if Marinette is going to be taking on as big a project as she is then of course she needs a new design desk...and tablet since her old one had a chip on the corner...and a new mattress because her little designer needs the best sleep to dream up wonderful designs!

•Felix does try to reign her in, but it's hopeless.

•Tom and Amelie are two peas in a protective-parent-pod. They love talking to each other about their respective child and all they do in the name of that love, like the time Tom threw Marinette’s birthday cake in the trash several times in a panic because he didn't want to spoil the surprise. Tom and Amelie basically become bestie with a fond Sabine watching over.

•Amelie being a Petty Betty and allowing paparazzi to take pictures of her, Felix and Marinette when they are out together (with permission, of course) all so she could show off how cute Felix and Marinette are together but also to rub it in the face of her brother-in-law that she nabbed the very talented designer before him.

•Felix does become the new Chat Noir, but he changes his name to Grimalkin and Adrien, who starts not-so-vague posting on his Chat Noir account on social media that the name sucks and nitpicks about everything of the new Cat Hero.

•The class start to think the reason Marinette has "changed" so much is because of Felix, and they start trying to include her in things again in an attempt to lure her away from the "problem" Lila hates this and tries to intervene but it never works out for her.

•Gabriel is having a rough month, what with Lila Rossi being herself, the Dupain-Cheng girl getting snatched up by his dreadful sister-in-law right before he was going to open an early-experience type of internship so he could keep her close and figure out how to akumatize her but also she did have great talent and it would be a waste if he let her slip through his fingers, then Adrien reveals he and Mlle Dupain-Cheng aren't on speaking terms and to top it all off!!! There is a new cat hero who is actually competent, and that is making being a super villain very hard.

The Haunted Bride:

•Marinette had for as long as she remembers, been obsessed with the Culpa Mansion. Her parents thought it was cute and funny at first, but when she still spoke about it and even spoke about details, she couldn't have possibly known, but when she overheard her parents talking about taking her to a professional or something she stopped talking so in depth about it.

•But she dreamt of it almost every night and keeps a dream journal where she drew a lot of things from her dreams. She has it locked and hidden because she fears if anyone found it, they would think she was crazy, especially her parents.

•Hawkmoth is defeated and in jail, but Adrien did somehow get through it all without being suspected of aiding his father. Nathalie is the one taking care of Adrien since Gabriel took the fall for everything.

•Marinette as Ladybug, decided against Ladybug and Chat Noir revealing their identities to each other. Something just told her not too but she did promise that if Chat found her, she would let him know. Her and Adrien dating kind of happened out of nowhere to her, but then he kept making cat puns here and there, and well Marinette came to the conclusion he was Chat and hat found her. So she made her own subtle references.

•Adrien does not know that she is Ladybug, but she thinks he does. He just started dating her because she reminded him of Ladybug, and while he did start to like her, he was still very much in "love" with Ladybug.

•Marinette starts to realize he actually doesn't know who she is, and it kind of opens her eyes to how he tries to manipulate her. She doesn't think he is doing it maliciously or anything, but she can see how much he values the class and keeping things happy, and she sees that he's doing it kind of subconsciously so he can keep his perceived normal and happiness. It's why he never breaks the peace, even if it's the right thing to do.

•When she wins the trip to the Mansion, Marinette actually exchanges letters with the owner of the Mansion, who happens to be her age, and she thinks that's cool. They become pen-pals and friends, and Marinette is just so happy to get to rant to someone just as obsessed with the mansion as much as her.

•When she and her class go to the mansion, she is already trying to break up with Adrien but that's kind of hard to do when he won't spend any time alone with her like a boyfriend should. She finds out that Lila is the one manipulating him in hopes that he would be charmed by her and fall for her. The girl squad (some of them) are helping her.

•Marinette is almost always somehow left alone, and during those times, she meets with Felix, and they just have a fun time hanging out, and Marinette finds herself falling for him. She only ever meets him at night though but it's when she's with him that she feels the happiest and most clear headed. He keeps her grounded.

•But while staying in the mansion, her dreams come back in such vividity that she starts having trouble determining what reality is and what is a dream.

The Not-So Phantom of the Théâtre du Châtelet:

•Felix is not scarred, nor does he live underneath the theater. The Phantom is a character he plays to manipulate and scare those who seek to hurt the theater and the owner, his mother. He doesn't mind the rumor. He plays into it in the name of protecting his mother and the theater she loves. He also does not care nor mind hurting others to do so.

•He works as a permanent stage hand and sometimes a stage manager since he knows the theater better than anyone. Yes, he did build hidden trap doors and such to help with his time as the Phantom.

•But what started as him protecting his mother and their theater kind of morphed into punishing those he thinks deserves it and if you're thinking his mother would not approve of this or not know what her son is doing, nah. She knows and supports her troubled little man.

•When he first meets Marinette, he immediately realizes what potential she has and is charmed by her almost immediately. They become friends as costume designer and stage hand. But when he sees the treatment of her from her ex-boyfriend and the lead actress, he will do anything to protect her.

•Marinette didn't believe in the Phantom until all these strange events started happening, and she keeps getting roses left in her workshop. She doesn't know how she feels about everything and thinks that makes her an awful person.

•She does have a crush on Felix, and they connect so well, but she also can't help but be drawn to the Phantom when they keep having encounters.

Marinette The Rolling-Stone:

•Marinette meets Felix after her big move to London when she goes to her new private school. Yes, Jagged and Penny enrolled her in a private academy because they feared what people would do if she were in a public school, given all that happened and what was televised.

•It's a school that allows her to work from home sometimes. The excuse that was given was that it was due to her adopted father's work schedule, but in actuality, it was because Marinette told Jagged and Penny about being Ladybug and the Guardian and they agreed she could home-school on days she needed to be in Paris.

•She got adopted into the Quantic Kids group by surprisingly Felix. He just felt like she needed friends, and she reminded him of himself before he became friends with his friends.

•It takes a while for her to trust them, but when she does, she cries over how much happier she is. When she starts getting feelings for Felix she's scared but Jagged and Penny help her through it.

•Felix doesn't know when he fell for Marinette, but contrary to what his friends think, he didn't freak out or get angry or anything like that. To him, it made sense, she made sense...they made sense. So no, he isn't scared of his feelings and is more than determined to prove himself to Marinette.

•Her friends find out she is Ladybug and convince her to let them help. Of course, she doesn't want to, but things are getting worse, and she needs people she can trust. Jagged and Penny are also there to help as well.

•Felix, of course, becomes the new Cat Miraculous Holder and becomes known as Carbonel!

#felix culpa #felinette #felix graham de vanily #ml salt fic #ml class salt #adrien agreste salt #lila rossi salt #goggles ideas #miraculous ladybug #ml headcanons

[666writingcafe]

Exam Prep, Part One

Barbatos

"Your professor has informed me that lately you have been struggling with the lab portion of your seductive speechcraft class," I calmly tell MC, who sighs.

"I can block advances just fine, but actually trying to seduce someone is proving to be quite difficult," they explain. "I don't feel like I'm sounding genuine, if that makes sense. I mean, I never had that much luck with it in the human world, and it seems like I've not had to work super hard here, which still baffles me, but that's a topic for another day." Interesting. I didn't realize they were that introspective. Most humans aren't.

"If it's any consolation, you're doing better than some other demons."

"Like Levi?" I allow myself to smirk, amused by their observation.

"Exactly. Leviathan either can't bring himself to seduce anyone at all, or he pulls from existing media and provides out-of-context lines that don't fit the person he's talking to. From what I've heard, you at least are trying to be original. We--your professor and I--just think that there's room for improvement."

"Of course."

"So, for today's session, I want you to try to seduce me." Of course, that's the moment Diavolo decides to walk past the room MC and I are in. My back may be turned to him, but I can still sense his energy.

You may watch, but do not disturb us.

Understood.

"What?" MC asks, appearing both confused and terrified.

"I am one of the oldest and most powerful demons in the Devildom. If you can manage to produce some sort of effect on me, then you'll pass your exam with flying colors."

"But I don't know that much about you."

"A demon never has a lot of information on a particular human when they first encounter one, but they can use past experiences and context clues in order to be successful."

"I see." In order to ease their nerves, I kindly smile at them.

"Just try the best you can." MC closes their eyes and begins one of the breathing exercises that I taught them.

Why are you doing this? Diavolo just can't resist the urge, can he?

Their power is heavily tied to their emotions.

That isn't what I'm talking about, Barbatos.

Would you rather I have them seduce you, Young Master? Silence. Excellent.

MC opens their eyes, and immediately something seems different about them.

"You do so much for Lord Diavolo, the brothers, and the Devildom at large," they state. "Any other person would have gone insane from the sheer amount of responsibility, and yet you stand here before me with a cool, calm demeanor."

"Practice," I respond.

"You have most people fooled into believing that this life is easy for you, but not me. I know that you work a thankless job that forces you to put everyone before yourself." They're glowing, which isn't entirely unusual for them, but the color's different this time. It's not completely white like it normally is.

"Deep down, you want someone to take care of you. You have been forced to hold yourself up for so long, and you are utterly exhausted. You feel completely alone, like there's not a single soul in the entire universe that would want to take the time to get to know who you truly are." As they step closer to me, I can see spots of pink mixed in with their white light. I don't know how, but I think they've managed to tap into a portion of Asmodeus's power.

"I want to help you, not because I want anything in return, but because I care deeply about you. You deserve to have someone love you unconditionally." MC gently grabs my hand and leans closer to me. "All I ask of you is to let me in. Allow me to grow closer to you, Barbatos."

One might expect MC to take the opportunity to kiss me, but instead they remain still, staring into my eyes. My heart begins beating faster, and I find it harder to focus on my surroundings. In this moment, I finally understand why everyone seems so enamored with MC. I don't even have a pact with them, and yet my mind is begging them to give me an order to follow.

As MC steps back, the glow emanating from them begins dissipating. They're returning to normal.

Why can't I?

"Barbatos? Are you alright?" Shit. I'm on duty. They're not supposed to see me in this condition.

"You'll do just fine, MC." My voice sounds hoarse, and I have no idea why.

Someone's caught feelings.

I would appreciate it if you didn't tease me, Young Master.

But I'm not wrong.

That is irrelevant.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #in case anyone is confused #barbatos and diavolo can communicate with each other telepathically

[tempting-andromeda]

Coukd you write Sebastian X Reader when he reads book for them while they try to sleep on his lap pls.

I wanted the book to be pride and prejudice because in reading that rn

The day seemed perfect. It was the weekend, so you didn’t have a class to worry about and it felt like one of the few weeks none of your professors didn’t assign homework. You decided to spend your day outside since the weather decided to be on your side. You had been itching to read a novel Poppy had gifted you but could never find the time and decided today was the day. As you walked to the castle grounds, you noticed Sebastian leaning against a wall. He seemed to be waiting for someone. It was most likely Ominis, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Oh, hello Sebastian. Who are you waiting for?” You asked, cocking your head to the side slightly. Sebastian lifted his head and his face lit up as soon as he saw you.

“My, my, just the person I was looking for.” He pushed himself off the wall and smiled brightly at you. Your brows furrowed slightly. Why was he looking for you? You dreaded the idea of him sending you on a quest for your perfect afternoon, but decided to ask what he meant, anyway. If he wanted you to do something, you might as well decline unless it was of utmost importance.

“Why were you looking for me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I wanted to spend the day with you. Perfect day too, I reckon.” He said. You sighed with relief at the fact that he didn’t have an obnoxious quest to send you on.

“I was planning on reading my novel, but you can join if you’d like.” You said as you continued to walk, knowing he would follow. He raised a brow and tugged on your bag to rummage through it, but was unsuccessful since it was snapped shut.

“I could read it if you’d like,” he suggested. “Everyone says I have a calming voice. Some may say it’s attractive.” He wiggled his shoulders slightly and smiled smugly at you.

“Who said that?” You said, laughing at him. Sebastian’s face flushed almost immediately at your comment and looked away embarrassed. You had no clue if he was sincere or just teasing you.

Once you reached a beautiful oak tree, you knew it was the perfect spot for your reading. Sebastian seemed hesitant in sitting in the grass, but did so anyway. There was an awkward amount of distance between you two. Neither you nor Sebastian wanted to push one another’s boundaries, so you kept it like that.

“Give me the book. I’ll read it. I’ll even do silly voices for you.” Sebastian reached for your bag and opened and closed them a few times to show he wanted the book. You handed it to him and rested your head on your palm.

“Go on.” You encouraged lazily. He read the front of the book silently and flipped to the first page.

He cleared his throat and began reading.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posses- sion of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

He stopped mid-way and looked at you questionably.

“You like stories like this?” He asked. You sighed and scooted closer to him to grab the book.

“If you’re going to judge, give it to me. You haven’t even gotten that far.” You huffed. Sebastian held the book away from you and pouted. For some reason, he genuinely wanted to read the book to you. It felt like a way for him to pick your mind to see what you were interested in. You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your palms. He then continued reading the story.

Sebastian had just reached Chapter 8 when your eyes started to get heavy. You never realized how calming his voice was before, but now you were fighting to stay awake. Sebastian had noticed every time you closed your eyes and wobbled ever so slightly, then would jolt. He knew what that was a sign of. After a few more seconds of reading, he sighed softly.

“Come here.” He mumbled as he grabbed your hand. He planned to lead you back to your dorm. You jolted awake and shook your head. You weren’t ready to go.

“Please continue reading, Sebastian. I don’t want to go just yet.” You looked up at him as he kneeled in front of you and he knew he couldn’t say no. You looked so peaceful, but he knew you wouldn’t stay awake for long. He wanted you to be comfortable but didn’t admire the idea of you laying in the grass.

“Come, lay on my lap.” He said softly, hoping part of you would be too sleepy to make fun of him. His hopes seemed to be true as you lazily made your way to rest your head in his lap. Once your head reached his lap, he had no idea what to do. Should he stay silent or continue reading? He rested his hand on your head and began reading once again.

“Their brother, indeed, was the only one of the party whom she could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his attentions to herself most pleasing, and they prevented her from feeling herself so much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had very little notice from any but him. Miss Bing- ley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so; and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards; who, when he found her to prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her.”

He stopped reading to see if you were away and was met with your soft breaths. He had no idea why he was so fond of the situation he found himself in, but he was. You looked so lovely in his lap, especially when the branches of the tree above you swayed and sunlight tickled your face. He admired you for a few more seconds before continuing the book he suddenly found himself enjoying more than before.

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