#fingers crossed my group won't notice

[plutoswritingplanet]

Taking What's Not Yours (Dracule Mihawk x Reader)

a/n: soooooo, there is this pirate warlooooord. basically, i've watched the live action show on Netflix and immediately had to commit a one shot.

Warnings: Pure Smut (i had to get it out of my system), Wall Donging, Use of Alcohol, Stealing, Plotting, Lollygagging, inappropriate use of that cunty cross necklace.

Summary: A misguided attempt at impressing your friend lands you in a very peculiar situation. (cross-posted on AO3)

   The bar buzzed with the energy of drunken people. Your throat still burned with the after-taste of the cheapest rum the establishment had to offer, and for a second you've become deeply worried about losing your eyesight, as faint notes of straight methanol registers in your brain. Then, the pleasant buzz hits your nerves like a suffocating blanket, and in one moment you sense all your troubles drifting away. And there has been quite a lot of troubles on your mind lately.

Mainly, the Marines, their presence an annoying nuisance. By no means were you a pirate, no. You searched for freedom in different ways, such as stealing as much, and as often as you could. Money was the driving force of your life, but you'd be lying, if you said it was the only pleasure you seek. The thrill of the chase, of finding that perfect little trinket you can grab, and your victim would be non the wiser. The euphoria of creating distractions in one place, so you can strike like a viper in another. It made your blood boil with excitement incomparable to anything else. 

On top of that, besides the occasional confrontation, the Marines simply couldn't identify you. All it took, was a bandana around the lower half of your face, and suddenly you were able to march into a bar, such as this, filled with Marines, and no one would notice. Your eyes fall onto a rather skinny one, the belt of his too big uniform is digging into his waist, betraying how little there actually is of him. He looks back at you, smiles, and joins a group of his friends at one of the tables. You reciprocate the smile with a glint in your eye. The poor bastard doesn't know it was you, who stole an antique photo of his grandma right from his breast pocket. 

In your defense, the small frame was made of gold. And damned pretty at that. It fetched you a pretty price too, one you were currently drinking away, waiting for your friend to join you in your efforts of landing under the table by the end of the night. 

You barely manage to go through one fourth of the bottle, when they arrive, smile on their face and hair wild from running through the streets. It all goes downhill from there, as stories and alcohol flow freely between the two of you. It's a welcomed distraction from the gray reality of life, a small ray of sunshine in this murky town. They tell you about the latest heist they've pulled, eyes sparkling in the dim light, as they recount a particularly risky part of their daring escape. You snort into your glass, shake your head.

- See, that's where we're different. - you counter, leaning back into your chair - For me, it's all about stealth. In and out, so they won't know when they've been robbed. 

Your friend giggles to themselves. The drink in their glass splashes slightly, as they place it forcefully on the table. 

- You really think you're that good, huh? - they challenge, and already, you can feel the tingling sensation of excitement at the tips of your fingers. 

- I know so. 

They furrow their brows, turning towards the crowd currently hounding the bartender. There's a mischievous smirk playing around on their lips, as they turn their attention back to you.

- So, if I were to choose any person here, and told you to steal from them unnoticed, you'd do it?

The absolute gall of this question. Of course, you would. Hell, you'd do it multiple times, until this whole bar was filled with people suddenly missing their belongings. Because nothing compared to the thrill of reaching into someone else's pocket unnoticed.

- You know what? - your eyes run across the gathered crowd, smirk playing around on your lips, as you've spotted your chosen victim. - See that guy in the black coat? The one with the big ass hat. I bet I can get that fancy necklace off of him, in like, three minutes tops. 

As you speak, your friend follows your gaze through the Marines, and the pirates, and all the in-betweens. But when their eyes finally land on your target, they freeze in their spot, before rather rudely grabbing your shirt at the collar. Then, so fast, the world starts to spin in front of your eyes, they yank you under the table. Your stomach lurches with protest at the sudden movement. You give your friend a confused shake of your head. 

- Do you have any idea, who you're talking about? - they whisper-yell, eyes wide and clearly terrified. 

- What, about the hat guy?

Apparently you've said it too loud, because your friend nearly launches themselves at you. 

- That's Dracule fucking Mihawk.

From the way they've said the man's name, you gather, it should be at least familiar to you. Unfortunately, you can't say you know much of the world outside of the town, so your confused expression deepens. 

- He's like, the biggest deal - Your friend continues, their grip on your shirt loosening slightly - Like, children read stories about him and shit.

- I didn't - you shrug, before rising slightly up, so you can peek from above the table. 

The hat man has turned his back to you, his stature rather impressing, as he towers over everyone in the establishment. Your eyes follow the dark lapels of his coat, thief senses greedily gliding over the handle of his sword secured to his back. It's reminiscent of a cross, with gigantic, shiny gems nearly tempting you to do something unwise. Your friend tugs you back down, and your chin scratches on the rough surface of the table.

- What is he, like, a missionary? - you ask, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

- What?

- You know, the cross and all that...

- What kind of missionaries have you been seeing?

Fair point, you think, before risking another peek, against your friend's efforts to pull you down.

 The man, Mihawk, takes a long swing from a flagon filled with something you can't really identify. You watch almost greedily, as his Adam's apple moves, when he swallows his drink. Then, your eyes drift to the necklace, nestled on his exposed chest. Gold, real gold, you can see it from here. Another cross, albeit, much simpler, than what he had on his back. A week of drinks, and fancy ones at that flash before your eyes. 

- Don't even think about it - your friend warns, finally giving up, and letting go of your shirt. 

Your eyes stay fixated on your prize. If you could just see where the clasp of the necklace is...

- Think about what...? - your voice betrays you, and you wet your lips with your tongue in concentration.

- He'll kill you - your friend warns - Like, actually kill you. This is not a man you should fuck with.

At that, you finally tear away, your eyes meeting your friends, a sea of mischief swirling in them.

- Who said anything about fucking? - you say with a wink, and before your friend can say anything else, you rise from your seat.

Taking the half-empty bottle of rum in one, smooth movement, you begin to make your way towards the bar, adding a stumble and a drunken giggle for good measure. The previous ungodly ammounts of liquor circulating your body definitely help with the impression, but you're pleasantly surprised, that your head stays relatively clear. Although, if your target is truly as powerful and dangerous, as your friend makes him out to be, then perhaps you really lost your mind for good. Best not to dwell on it though. 

The man barely spares you a glance, as you collide with the bar right next to him, arm brushing against his in a deliberate movement. You make sure to press your chest against the countertop, before waving at the bartender a bit too enthusiastically. The leftover liquor in your bottle sloshes out, landing straight onto the man's chest and lap. At that, he finally moves, annoyance clear in his rigid posture. Traces of liquid fall all the way from his collarbones to the belt buckle of his trousers.  

The truly magnificent performance of a drunken, apologetic girl you gave at that moment, would ensure you the entry to the most prestigious acting schools. Your eyes widen comically, as you follow the trajectory of your drink. He barely flinches, as his entire front becomes covered in alcohol, but he does react, as soon as you start apologizing, a lot, your voice quivering as if you're about to burst out crying. 

Don't look up, you remind yourself, as your body moves closer to his. You pull down the sleeve of your shirt and reach towards him, trying to dry some of the liquor off his skin. For the split second you manage to make contact, your heart nearly jumps out of your chest. He's incredibly warm, his skin pulled taut against prominent muscles. Then, your sleeve reaches the golden necklace.

His arm immediately shoots out, grabbing you by the wrist and nearly shoving you off. It was enough, though. That short moment of contact revealed more than you've bargained for.  

- Leave - you truly flinch at the sound of his gravely voice, no acting needed - You've embarrassed yourself quite enough, woman.

Your head nods fervently, hair jumping around your face. He releases your wrist, and you mutter another string of "I'm so sorry, sir". Then, you throw in a sniffle, for good measure, but your treacherous eyes drift upwards, desperate to catch a glimpse of the man's face, as you're only inches from him. Yellow envelops you in an instant, a piercing, unrelenting gaze, which breaks through all your defenses. Your gaze hardens in an instant, challenge rising in your posture like its second nature. One of the man's prominent eyebrows shoot upwards ever so slightly, and you know it's your time to exit the stage. 

So you bow your head again and slip past him as quickly, as you physically can. His golden gaze follows you, the feeling of his eyes at the back of your neck makes your shoulders tense. With a stumble, this one not rehearsed, you push past the gathered patrons, until you reach the doors to the restrooms, nearly falling through them, in your haste to remove yourself from this strange situation. 

Your body collides with the row of basins, as you lean forward to try and catch your breath. Your heart is thrumming in your chest, the sound of blood rushing through your ears deafening. It's fear, you're aware. You've never been so close to being exposed, no one has ever seen straight through you, and so quickly at that. Chills run the length of your spine with such force you physically cringe. 

And then, something else starts to brew in the pit of your stomach. Something that starts at the tips of your fingers, spreading upwards, until it settles in your chest. The magnetic pull of excitement, the danger of a new challenge. Your brain feels hot inside your skull, as you gather all the information you managed to pull out. 

The necklace is heavy, but strangely, not as heavy, as solid gold would be. The clasp is sturdy, but small. You could feel it, with how the strap tightened, when you pulled at it. And one more thing. As you tried to "dry" it, the body of the necklace shifted slightly, so you could see the clasp peeking over the man's shoulder. You were almost entirely sure it was one of those old-timey ones. The one, where two halves fit together, incredibly easy to open. 

God, you really are going to pull this off. You hype yourself up, in front of the mirror, jumping from leg to leg, like a sportsman ready to fight for their team. Easy. Quiet. In and out. You've done it a thousand times, why would this one be different? After this rather pathetic pep talk, you make up your mind. Splashing some water onto your face, you give yourself one last look in the mirror, determination filling your eyes to the brim. 

And then, you're out, the door to the bathroom swings behind you, as you easily blend into the crowd of rowdy patrons. He's almost impossible to miss amongst the ruckus, with his straight posture and that damned hat. There is a plan forming in your head, as you stalk towards him. The unfortunate waiter, with a tray filled with tall beer glasses walks towards you, and with ease, you slide your leg to the side, making him trip right onto the floor. 

It creates enough of a distraction for you to smoothly move behind your target, and as he looks over at the screaming crowd, you hand makes its way behind the collar of his coat. With the warmth of his skin just under your fingertips, you touch the clasp of the necklace. It unravels immediately, sliding off of his neck, where, just out of his vision, your other hand waits. The cross lands in your palm just as the man realizes what is happening.

His entire body jerks in your direction, large hands immediately flying towards the gigantic sword on his back. Thankfully, you're faster. Fingers squeeze around the smaller cross, and suddenly all pretense is gone, as you bolt back to the restrooms. You don't stop to check if the man is pursuing you, a flurry of emotions chasing you out of the establishment. Excitement, yes, of course, but mostly impossible to explain fear. In that moment you know, you can't get caught if you want your life to continue. 

So, you barrel through the doors to the restroom and immediately jump onto one of the basins. Your hands make quick work opening the small window just below the ceiling, its lock coming undone under the prying of your lockpick. Night air floods the bathroom with the crisp smell of the harbour. Putting all your concentration into athletics, you jump through the small opening, squeezing through. Your shirt catches onto the lock and tears with the force of your body. You land on your face, right into the cobbled street below.  Only then do you risk taking the time, and looking around, eyes scanning the dark, as your breath quickens. 

Nothing. A dog is barking somewhere, and even from the outside you can hear the sounds of the patrons screaming over each other. For a split second you wonder, if one of the voices belongs to your target, but decide against it. He didn't seem the type to raise his voice. Perhaps that was one of the things, which unsettled you about him. 

Tossing the necklace a couple of times in your hand, you observe as the gold shines in the light coming from the lanterns strung out around the city. There, right under the lower half of the cross, you could see a tiny groove. As if it was meant to be unscrewed or something of the sort. Deciding against hanging around in the ark alley right outside the bar, you put the necklace around your neck.

You manage to take about five steps, before some force grabs onto the back of your shirt. A hand twists itself into the torn material, and yanks you back so fast, and so hard, you completely loose balance. The brick wall of the lower part of the bar greets you with sharp pain, the impact knocking the wind out of your lungs. Stars swim in front of your eyes and your stomach twists and turns, as a sudden wave of nausea overcomes you. 

Then, all you see is yellow. 

He's here, arm pressed right under your chin with unwavering strength, his golden eyes bearing into you, watching you struggle against him. The smell of smoke, seawater and wine engulfs you whole, and suddenly the weight of the stolen necklace on your chest becomes unbearable. It's getting harder and harder to breathe. If you thought you were scared of the strange man before, now you're downright terrified. 

- Not many people would dare to steal from me - his voice is steady, almost bored, but your ears pick up on the subtle tone of curiosity - Let alone do so successfully.

Perhaps it's the alcohol in your system, or perhaps your ego has grown much too big, but you almost feel as if the man is impressed. 

- Tell me, what is your name? - his arm digs a bit further into your skin before retracting ever so slightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to remind you, that he could do so very easily. 

Your tongue darts out to wet you lips, and you will yourself to sound even a fraction less scared than you truly felt.

- I'm nobody - you whisper fervently - I'm nothing. It was a stupid joke, I'm so sorry.

His eyes scan your face, taking in your disheveled hair, the way your eyebrows scrunch together, the way your lips tremble. His gaze slides further down to your panicked pulse running rampant, catching slightly at your heaving chest, before snapping back up. Freezing chills run up and down your body, and your legs kick out slightly, trying to find better footing, to regain some control over the situation. He gives you no such chance, as his arm pushes your neck further into the wall, and as your breath leaves you, your body starts to struggle. 

- Nobody. Nothing. And yet you've managed to steal from me - something akin to subdued mirth flashes in his golden irises - If only for a moment. 

His other hand rises and your heart stops in your chest, as you feel the tips of his fingers tracing the line of the necklace, from the juncture between your neck and your arm, sliding lower. There is no mistaking the small gasp leaving your lips, when he reaches the heavy cross nestled right on top of your breasts. He taps the goden piece once, twice, before grasping it firmly and giving it a hard yank. The clasp at the back digs painfully into your skin before it gives out, snapping and falling right into his hand. 

- You're a curious little thief - his voice lowers, as he inclines his head to look at you closer - For that reason, I'll let you live, this one time. The world needs some chaos, after all.  

You expect him to move away, give you space to breathe and disapear into the night. Yet, none of you make a move. Your body stays pinned to the wall, the bricks spreading cold throughout your back. He never retreats, standing firmly in his place, as his arm still presses itself into the crook of your neck. Finally, you risk enough to get a good look at him, from the silky black hair, the perfectly trimmed facial hair and the elegant dip of his collar bones. And, oh, his pupils are dilated. For the first time, you discover a change in his unrelenting gaze. 

The gold retracts, giving way to the swallowing blackness of his pupil, as his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the situation at hand. You'd be confused too, if you didn't feel the tell-tale buzzing forming in your guts, low in your stomach. Your tongue darts out again, wetting your lips, and with undeniable satisfaction you watch his gaze flicker downwards. 

- Is there something else you want? - his eyes snap back up at the husky tone of your voice, and you give him just a tiny ghost of a smirk.

He recoils immediately, albeit, never taking the arm off of your body.

- I am not some teenage boy who can't control his urges - he sounds almost offended, as he straightens himself, and fixes you with a stern glare. 

Too bad. His previous slip-up has already filled your head with devious ideas, which in turn, sparked a sudden flame of confidence. So, with a self-assured smile, you lean back, finally finding your footing, only to raise one of your legs, purposefully running your calf the length of his thigh. His breath hitches ever so slightly, evident more by the movement of his Adam's apple, than any sound. Then, you reach your prize, your knee knocking into something that could only be described as a sizeable erection.

- My research says otherwise, sir. - you counter with a pointed look, and the man before you freezes in his spot. 

Time seems to slow down and stretch like taffy, as the man continues to stare at you, thoughts running through his head. Oh, how much you'd give to know them all. Will he kill you, you wonder as your eyes dart around the small creases forming on his forehead. Will he kiss you, his lips are parted and invitingly plush. Will there be more, your eyes follow the lines of muscles exposed under his unbuttoned coat. 

At first you don't even notice, when he had taken his arm back. That is until you feel him take a firm grab of the back of your head, gathering the roots of your hair in his grasp. There is no denying the choked whine that escapes you, as he cranes your head back, nor is there a point denying the groan he gives out at your reaction. 

An unspoken understanding blooms between the two of you, both of you suddenly knowing exactly how this encounter will end. For your part, you were more than excited, breathing heavily, as your mind became foggy from the feeling of his fingers in your hair. And if his darkened eyes and slight blush dusting the highest points of his cheekbones were any indication, you seemed to have similar effect on the man. 

- For all the research you seem to be doing - your brain feels hot and heavy in your skull, as you try to shift your focus onto his words, and not the way his lips curled into something akin of a smirk - There's one thing you didn't bother to check, did you?

All you can do is stare at him blankly. his other hand starts to toy with the necklace, turning it in his palm. 

- Have you checked, if my necklace is made of gold? - he asks matter-of-factly, tilting his head to the side. 

Your mouth opens and closes, no words coming out, as you continue to stare with growing confusion. Then, a glint of a golden cross catches your attention, as the man moves it higher for you to see. 

- Did you check it? - he accentuates his words, and you shiver under his intense gaze.

You shake your head no, and your neck feels as if it's made of lead.

- Use your words, thief.

- No

You don't recognize your voice, so meek and small. 

Then, all thoughts leave your head, because he lifts the lover tip of the cross and places it on top of your lower lip, pressing slightly, and watching with fascination as the cold metal creates a small indent in the plush flesh. 

- Check it.

Again, your brain seems to be moving in slow motion, but when it catches on, a glint of mischief swirls in your eyes. You open your mouth, let the necklace land on your lower teeth, and then, craning your neck, you bite down, like a good thief that you are. 

It's gold alright. Albeit, the part currently between your teeth seems to be hollowed out. Your brows knit for a second, as this new information registers in your mind. So you were right before, the small indent is meant to separate one piece of the necklace from the other. 

With a slowly blooming smirk, you let your tongue dart out swirling over the metal. The man's eyes widen ever so slightly, and he pulls back at the necklace. With some fight, you let it go, but not before giving it another lick, this one much more suggestive and pointed. 

- You're a devil of a woman - Mihawk breathes, before untangling his other hand from your hair. 

Both hands now, he grips the necklace, and your mouth runs dry at the sight of his fingers smearing your saliva onto the metal. And then he pulls. Your heartbeat momentarily quickens, as your eyes register another form of metal glistening in the dim light. 

A knife. Small but incredibly sharp, your body starts to shiver but it's not out of fear. He drops the other part of the necklace into his pocket, and gathers the front of your shirt into a tight grip. Your breath hitches, as you feel the tip of the knife slide up under your clothes. It scratches a path from your navel, up to your collarbones, and as the material bunches, the man suddenly yanks the blade upwards. Your entire body jumps from the wall, and your squeak of surprise is accompanied by the loud tearing of your shirt's material. 

You fall back against the bricks, and Mihawk leans onto his heels as if he's appreciating an art piece.

- Now we match - you manage to breathe out.

He humms, deep in his chest, and as suddenly as he just tore your clothes off, he dives towards you, open mouth landing right between your breasts.

The moan he wretches from you would be embarrassing if you could only bring yourself to care. But you can't, not when his hot tongue traces patterns all across your stomach, stopping to swirl around each one of your nipples. Like a man starved, he drinks you in, hands pushing and pulling against your hips in a rythmn, that feels more and more like a promise of what's to come. 

Your hands flail at your sides, desperate to find any sort of purchase. Fingernails scarpe against the bricked wall, as Mihawk's stubble tickles a path from your collar bones and up your throat, stopping for a moment, to give a few nips to the skin just below your ear. Another whine is wrenched from you, as the man places an open mouthed kiss to the scrape your previous encounter with the surface of the table has left on your skin. Then, finally, he pulls back for just a moment, drinking in the sight of your heaving chest and the redness which has engulfed your entire face.

- Beautiful - he concludes in the same, steady tone, as if he's stating an obvious fact, not paying a compliment.

It works on you all the same, and with a gasp, you lurch forward, your lips forcefully colliding with his. The kiss is deep and filled with passion you're not sure you've ever felt in your entire life. As his mouth and tongue work the insides of yours, you feel him slide his hand from your hips to the front, fingers pulling with urgency at the laces of your breeches. You can only pray, that there's no one taking a midnight stroll through the streets, as another loud moan escapes you. He does his best to swallow it, but something tells you he takes immense pride in the reactions you give him, as his efforts at keeping you quiet are haphazard at best.

Then, after finally winning the battle with your lacing, his hand pushes itself into your undergarments. Your head smacks back against the wall, when he begins to touch you where you need him the most. Expert fingers find your bundle of nerves in an instant, but before you get too carried away, one of your arms encircles his wrist.

Mihawk tilts his head, an unspoken question clear in his golden gaze.

- No time - you pant out, and for a moment worry, he doesn't quite register your words, with the way his focus shifts immediately to your swollen lips - No time, just... Just fuck me, Mihawk.

That seems to reach him just fine, because as soon as the words leave you, his arms shoot out towards his pants. He makes quick work of the massive belt buckle, and with impatient hands yanks his erection out of his underwear. You'd lie, if you said the view didn't worry you just a little bit. But excitement was your drug of choice, and right now you felt as if you could explode at any given moment. With shaky hands, you try to shimmy out of your pants. Seeing your rather clumsy efforts, Mihawk stops you. 

With half-lidded eyes you watch him kneel down in front of you, gently pulling your breeches down, before lifting each of your feet, so you could step out of them. 

- I think I like seeing you like this - you comment, as he leans forward to kiss the space under your right knee. 

- The view from here is also quite spectacular - he counters, kissing up your thigh and making you gasp, as his stubble presses into the mound of flesh just below your stomach. 

Still, there is no time, so you reach down towards his shoulder, and pull him up. 

- Please - you whisper against his lips, and who is he, to deny a lady in need. 

Lifting one of your legs in a tight grip, finally, his hips snap up, filling you to the brim. Your muscles tense, as you try to accommodate his size. To his credit, he stays still, face pressed into the crook of your neck, where you can feel his strained breath. Finally, you let yourself relax. tapping him on the shoulder, to let him know he can continue. 

And continue he does, slowly at first, dragging your body from the wall every time he retracts, only to come back in with an agonizing pace. You don't really know who's more frustrated at that point, because as soon, as you try to wriggle your hips more, to force him to pick up the pace, all resolve seems to dissapear. His hand grips your thigh even harder, enough to leave a reminder for the later days. The other tangles itself into your hair, pulling at the strands. And then he truly puts in work, hips snapping in a punishing pace that makes your back scrape against the brick wall. You hide your face in his coat, inhaling his scent and praying that the thick material will be sufficient at muffling your moans of pleasure. 

There's pressure, building steadily in your guts, and it doesn't take you long, to feel the band snap somewhere deep inside you. Your muscles tense and your eyes roll back, as you begin to shudder in his grasp, knees giving out completely, so only his own strength is saving you from colliding with the floor. Soon, he follows with a low grunt, nearly toppling over, when his own release hits him. 

His arm holds you close to him, as he uses the other one to steady himself against the wall. Both of you are panting heavily, none of you ready to move just yet. You rest your cheek against his chest, and feel him press his face to the top of your head, inhaling your scent as if this wasn't just a quick dalliance in a dark alley. 

- You should get back to your friend - Mihawk's voice is muffled by your hair - They must be dreading all the atrocities I could've bestowed upon you.

You laugh breathlessly, finally pushing him back and appreciating the flush on his cheeks, and the way his hair has flown out of place from under that impressive hat.

- Yes, those atrocities have been very great indeed. 

***

Your friend sits alone at the same table you've left them. Their head is hidden in their hands, and three empty bottles litter the space before them. It seems they have already started to mourn your untimely death. 

The inside of the bar has quieted down, as the closing hours began to loom over the patrons, a few stragglers still hanging around the bar, sowly finishing their respective drinks. 

Unceremoniously, you sit down right in front of your friend, wincing ever so slightly at the discomfort still lingering in your muscles, kicking their leg under the table and watching them nearly jump out of their seat with fright. 

- You... - their eyes have a difficulty focusing on your face, but when they do, it's like the heavens have opened before them. - You're alive!

Your eyes are glowing, and your face is still blushed from your previous encounter. You lean forward with a brilliant smile, hands slapping onto the wooden table.

- So - you can't help but laugh - About fucking with him...

#dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #mihawk x reader #my writing #one piece live action #stuck between a wall and a hard pirate helloooo

[fuckaperioddrama]

Blaise Zabini Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of Sex | Mentions of Oral (Fem Receiving) | Fingering | Bondage | Mentions of Drug and Alcohol Consumption | I think that's it?? Let me know if I missed something

Author’s Note: I've grown to love Blaise. I will write one for Draco and maybe Tom, but I have some other stuff I want to write first. My drafts are filling up.

Proofread, but there's ALWAYS mistakes. Ugh.

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons

Tom Riddle Headcanons

Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Masterlist

Minors DNI | 18+

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Blaise Zabini | Physique

6’2 - 6’3 | Same height as Mattheo

Lean build and naturally athletic. Very toned.

His V line??? No words.

He gives me major jock vibes in terms of how he looks.

I feel like he also looks super clean?

I don't know if that makes sense. Like skin glowing, clothes freshly pressed, very clean and nice hands. He looks like someone who has their life together.

Resting bitch face. Always looks uninterested and unamused.

Besides that, he has a really nice smile. It changes his whole aura.

Really nice teeth. When he smiles, your eyes are immediately drawn to his mouth.

His smile is just so warm and comforting.

He's really pretty?

Intimidatingly pretty, it's like he doesn't have a single bad feature.

Blaise Zabini | Personality

The best one in the group. Genuinely. Still has asshole tendencies, but there's no doubt that he's the nicest one.

He was raised by a strong woman and never had a consistent father figure in his life.

While this left its scars, it made him into someone who really respects women and their opinions.

Unlike his friends, he doesn’t see them as pieces of meat.

He has a lot of different friend groups. He hangs out mostly with the boys, but he’ll make an appearance in the other groups from time to time.

He's not friendly, but he's polite. He won't approach a random person, but if they approach him he won't brush them off.

They never get much out of him. He’s very short, not trying to carry the conversation and uninterested.

The people who don't know him think he's just like that and the people who do know him know he's hinting that he wants them to go away.

Judgemental and stubborn.

He has his way of doing things and if you do it differently then he thinks you're annoying. He doesn't get mad, just agitated.

He won't always say what's on his mind, but he'll show it through his facial expressions.

He's so funny. He has this big tough guy exterior, but he can be so sassy.

Draco will walk out in a new suit he just bought

Cost me quite a lot. I look good don't I?

Blaise will just lightly screw his face up in distaste.

Mm.

He doesnt even have to say anyting to be a bitch.

Don't ever cross him. He will make you regret every life decision you ever made.

He's so observant, he notices everything. He picks up on every mistake, every insecurity, and will point them out just to get back at someone.

Seriously. He will bring you to tears if you piss him off.

But when he's really hurt by someone or something he becomes very stoic. He will never break down in private, but never in public.

Nervous breakdown in the closet, tears, snot, the whole lot. Then he’ll walk out looking completely fine.

He is really good at putting himself together in a pinch.

Will NEVER speak up when he's suffering and he hates it when people know about the things he's going through.

A bit of a loner, but like Theo he makes appearances at parties and big events because he's from a good family. He feels like it’s expected of him.

He's an unintentionally social person. People just start talking to him out of nowhere and he lets them.

Mainly because he likes to know stuff about people.

Blaise wants the tea. He wants to know who did what and why they did it.

He and Draco have a little debrief each week to talk shit. He would never miss it.

A keeper in Quidditch

Once again, all of the boys smoke some weed from time to time. Blaise partakes in both alcohol and weed equally.

Definitely a dark liquor man

Pretty pretentious when it comes to alcohol. He hasn't even tried the cheap stuff. Never will.

He travels to distilleries to handpick his own bottles and barrels. Knows a lot about how to make whiskey, bourbon, etc. It's a little fun fact about him. | I know this is so random, but I feel like this just suits him???

Blaise Zabini | Casanova

Blaise is a pretty straightforward person.

He's not really classified as a manwhore, but he also doesn't believe in celibacy either.

He hooks up every now and then. At least 1-2 girls a month. It's very casual.

There's not a lot of buildup. He doesn't spend days pursuing these women. It's usually 2 hours or 10 minutes.

He decides he wants sex and finds a girl he thinks is attractive.

Has NEVER been turned down. It's crazy. He can talk up anyone. Such a smooth talker.

Blaise doesn’t fuck, he makes love.

He he pays attention to how their body reacts and quickly learns how to please them.

He's slow and passionate. Loves missionary.

But there's not a lot of emotion on his part. Not very vocal either.

He likes to touch and feel, he's not wasting time on words.

Aftercare is average but it’s there which is more than I can say for any of the other boys.

He'll clean them up afterwards and then place a joint in his mouth while he pours himself and them glass of whiskey. Wanna smoke?

If the they reach out to him then he'd be down to have sex again maybe, but he doesn't reach out to anyone after they hook up. He always finds a different person.

He has a three and done rule for the people he does see again. Will never hook up with a single person more than three times because he doesn't want to catch feelings or vice versa.

Doesn't date. That's it. He makes it very clear to everyone around him that he isn't a relationship person. He doesn’t lead anyone on and is very blunt about his intentions.

He says he has no interest in it, but deep down he’s really afraid of intimacy and vulnerability.

He’s got commitment issues

Blaise Zabini | Friend

Closest to Theo and Draco. They’re on the same level.

Second closest to Tom. He and Tom are the ones who sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

More so Tom because Blaise will usually end up putting a stop to it eventually.

Blaise is the glue that holds everyone together. They would genuinely fall apart without him.

He is the only person who can boss them around. No one gets it, but they just listen to Blaise?

Blaise doesn’t talk much, even around the boys. So when he does talk people have to pay attention. His voice is very deep and naturally assertive. He can silence a room with one word.

Blaise really helps the boys grow.

Blaise makes them better people because he has the most empathy.

Instead of taking his pain and turning it into anger, he turned it into understanding. He really tries to see everyone’s perspective and why they do what they do.

Whenever the boys get into arguments and are so wrapped up in their own pride Blaise is the one to remind them to think about how the other person feels.

Devil's Advocate. Usually a middle man. It’s rare he’s involved in confrontations.

The boys don't take care of Blaise in return because he won't give any indication he needs taken care of.

Except Theo. He knows Blaise doesn’t want to talk about what he’s going through, but he notices the difference in his demeanor. It's because they are very similar in how they handle their feelings.

It’s hard for Blaise to let loose and have fun. He’s usually very serious, but the boys are able to coax it out of him.

When Blaise does let loose he goes wild.

The most drunk, the most high, and he is running in every direction causing the most chaos. The boys are shocked each and every time and without fail always bring it up whenever they hang out.

Three months after the incident they’re all sitting in the common room and Lorenzo speaks up.

Hey Blaise? Remember when you got drunk and almost went home with that 70 year ol-

Remember when you knew how to shut the fuck up?

Blaise Zabini | Boyfriend

Gentle

He's so tender and sweet with you.

Blaise never yells at you. Ever.

I feel like Blaise also has this protector/provider mindset. He spent most of his life taking care of his mom and making promises to her that he would never turn out like the men she married. The men she had to get rid of.

It's part of the reason why it took him so long to let himself fall in love. He felt a lot of pressure to get it right and make his mom proud.

Blaise isn't big on PDA. He thinks it’s showy and unnecessary, he'd much rather show his affections in private. Physical Touch

Blaise still likes to keep you close to him despite not being big on PDA. Like Mattheo he finds comfort in knowing you're safe. But Blaise won't reach out to touch you, he’ll just make sure he's in your space.

Letting your legs touch as you sit together, walking so close through the hallways that your hands graze with each sway of your arm, standing directly behind you so much so that your back is pressed flush against his chest.

You always know he's there.

Then there's private touches.

He'll send you a note to meet him in the Room of Requirement after class.

The second your foot steps into the room you're pulled into his embrace. You feel the weight of his shoulders melt away as he slumps into your touch. Pulling back he traces his finger tips up your arm, moving past your shoulder and neck before gently cupping your face in his hands. He doesn't say anything, just staring at you while his eyes scan every feature from the tip of your hairline from the bottom of your chin.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. He mutteres pushing his face down and connecting his lips to yours. I just missed you.

When you're standing in the hallway he'll softly squeeze your hip for a couple of seconds to announce his presence.

Sometimes when you're walking with the group he'll grab your wrist and hold you back while the others keep going. Before you can even question it you feel his lips press against yours.

He smiles at you and you two bask in the couple seconds of tenderness hidden from the rest of the group.

Blaise doesn't feel the need to announce his love to everyone, just the one that matters. You.

He mainly shows his love through spending time with you and doing things he believes will make your life easier. Quality Time and Acts of Service

Blaise enjoys his alone time and will never hang out with someone unless he genuinely wants to.

You realize how much Blaise cares about you because he invites you to do the things he usually does by himself.

Sitting at the black lake to think, walking around Hogsmeade when he thinks too much, lounging in his room, savoring his drink and letting his breath calm with each exhale of his joint.

Blaise wants you there. Even when you're both not talking, he finds comfort in your presence.

He likes to take you to out as well. Blaise might take you out to an arcade, amusement park, or something fun every once in a while, but usually it's the more luxurious stuff. Wine tastings, fancy dinners, well hidden speakeasies. He always knows the best spots and he gets so excited to show them to you.

I feel like Blaise is a bit of a food snob and that would go over into your meals together.

He takes time explaining which wines go with which dish and he knows the backstory of the chef and where they got their training. He'll explain how to eat certain things in order to experience the most flavor. He can go on and on about it and you just let him because Blaise doesn't get excited about much. It's nice to hear him go on a rant every once in a while.

And while at these dinners Blaise is the perfect gentleman.

Pulls out your chair, holds the door for you, pays for everything.

Blaise prefers to be the one who pays, but he'd let you if you asked to. He likes to tease you about it if ever you end up paying. He'll wink at you before saying,

Thank you for dinner, my love. Now let me take care of dessert.

Blaise also likes to take care of you by making sure everything is pristine. I feel like he likes to stay clean and organized, so in turn he'll help you stay clean and organized.

Tidying up your room, organizing your desk, and if you have some items that are in disarray he'll replace them with newer versions.

It can start some small arguments if you're someone who prefers things a little messy.

Blaise, I don't need new shoes.

Yes, you do. Look! Theres a little hole right there.

I like the hole! I like how messy they look!

But WHY??

Then one day you come back to find brand new a box under your shoes. Rolling your eyes you put the fresher pair before heading out for the day.

Blaise sees you and instantly breaks out into a smile.

They're just going to get ruined like the last pair.

Then I'll go out again and buy you some more.

Gift Giving

Blaise likes to match.

I hate matching couple stuff, but it makes sense for him.

He buys you guys matching rings, matching shoes, necklaces.

If he goes out to buy himself a suit then he's getting you a dress that goes with it. Double of every shirt, every jacket, sweater.

He'll buy you a set of lacey blue lingerie and surprise you with a pair of briefs the exact same color. So we can be equally sexy.

Blaise is also a flower guy, but he likes to put together his own bouquets. Not himself, but he hand picks everything. He won't go to a florist and buy the bouquets on display. You're too special for that. He hand picks the best flowers, and takes time thinking about which ones will go best together.

He spends months planning out gifts for birthdays, Valentine's Day, anniversaries, etc.

Blaise makes a note of everything you like. I think he actually has a little piece of paper where he writes a whole bunch of potential gift ideas and information about you.

A dress you said you wanted, if you like gold or silver jewelry, favorite foods, flowers, etc. Sometimes when he's stumped he'll reference the list so he's able to put together presents for you.

Blaise also likes to write letters to you. Words of Affirmation.

It's easier for him to put it on a piece of paper rather than say it aloud.

You'll find little notes of encouragement in your bag before a test.

Notes telling you he loves you that he spelled to end up in your pocket.

He also includes letters in the gifts he gives you. Every single one to add his own personal touch to whatever he buys.

"I know I'm not a man of many words. Even though I've grown comfortable in my silence, I've still never found myself unable to articulate my thoughts into words. I've always been the type of person who was quick witted and knew the right things to say. But with you? With you all of my thoughts fade. You've driven me to stupidity. A silent idiot who can think of nothing more than how much I care for you. How much I love you. It may be hard for you to understand why I can't say this aloud very often. I can barely understand it myself. Just know that my love for you is always there. Even when my body falls, my love will live everywhere. The spot where we first kissed, first danced, or had our first date. Each of these places will hold our memories and our love. It'll make us infinite. Then we will live again and again and I get to fall in love with the best part of me over and over for the rest of all of our lives.

Happy anniversary, my love. I look forward to each and every one.

-Blaise"

Blaise Zabini | Committed Lover

Once again, Blaise doesn't fuck. He makes love.

He takes his time. Kissing you slowly, moaning as tongue slips into your mouth and his hands move to your shirt.

One by one he pops each button, taking his time to let his hands wander once your shirt is fully opened.

He doesn't want to rush, especially with you.

Like Mattheo, Blaise just enjoys the act of pleasing you.

He will spend ages tasting you, feeling you, bringing you to immense pleasure every single time.

He needs to make you cum at least 3-4 times before he even considers himself.

And then he'll lay you down gently, looking into your eyes as he gently brushes the hair out of your face. You're perfect.

He reaches down and grabs ahold of his length, moving it through your folds before positioning himself at your entrance. His eyes stay on you, looking for any signs of discomfort. Is this alright? Are you okay?

Blaise's number one priority is to make sure you enjoy sex the entire time.

Blaise is far from vanilla though. In fact?

...Blaise LOVES to be dominated

A SUB!!!!

When he's on top he doesn't talk a lot, even with you. It’s just a lot of moans and sighs. His main focus is on the feeling of it all and making sure you’re okay.

When he's a bottom???

VOCAL!! SO VOCAL!!

How does it feel pretty boy?

Ahhh! AH! I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Please fuck me! I'll be good! I promise!!

I don't know, Blaise. Only good boys get to fuck me. Do you think you were being a good boy?

Blaise had an attitude with you earlier. He was having a bad day and rolled his eyes at you when you asked him a question. You don't even remember what you asked. You just remember the look on Blaise's face when you raised your eyebrows at him. He knew he shouldn't have done that.

Now he was held down, your tie comfortably around his wrists as his arms were positioned to stay above his head. Your hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly. Too slow.

I'm a good boy! Fuck! I'm your good boy! I'll never do it again! Just plea-Oooooooh fuck.

You had your back turned to him, ass in his face as you pushed yourself down on his long, hard cock. You began to bounce, going to his tip and dropping down, your skin slapping against each other with movement.

Did you forget your manners?

Your head turns slightly to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, mouth pressed together as he struggled to hold himself together. Not like you were making it any easier.

I-I. Mmmmmm...Ugh! Thank you!

You're welcome, baby.

It’s such a contrast. Seeing the once cool demeanor Blaise demonstrated crumble as he turned into a blabbering and whimpering mess for you. Only for you.

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[satorusdiary]

You being Eren’s fav girl

-Plug!Eren x reader

Warnings: Fluff, f!reader, Cursing, making out, Eren being lovey dovey, flirting

Summary: In which Eren pulls you away from your friend group, finds a empty area, and makes out with you on a bench at night during a carnival event just to be alone with you.

A/N: you and Eren aren’t dating, but you sure are his favorite girl compared to everyone else

"Eren, What's wrong?" You questioned and got closer to him. Your friends, who were behind you both began walking away, not noticing that you and Eren weren’t following along.

He shook his head and began walking in a different direction from the group, making you follow him confused.

"Nothing, just wanna go somewhere else." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

After many minutes of walking, pushing past big groups of people in crowded areas you find yourself in a secluded area that has a few benches, and a water fountain. Not as much people were in sight, the people that were there were busy looking at the lightened up river near by.

"Eren if you wanted to get alone with me, you could've just said that." You chuckled and turned around to check the scenery. Eren rolled his eyes and put his phone back into his pocket, sitting down on the bench behind you.

"Nah, i just wanted to get away from them." He uttered, looking at you.

"And get alone with me?"

Eren shrugged his shoulders. "maybe."

You turned around and smirked, having your arms crossed. The look on your face convinced him to not act stupid.

"Why you standing? Come here." He pulled your arm making you land on his lap. Your hand was on his chest stopping you from crashing your head against his chest.

Your cheeks began heating up, despite the cold weather the only heat that appeared on your body was on your face.

"Yeah, thanks for that. I was getting cold." You said sarcastically. Eren looked down at you with his eyebrows rose up, low eyes looking down at your slightly shivering body.

The movement he was making made you back away, you noticed he was taking off his jacket. Then he wrapped it over you once it was fully off, leaving him in his white tee-shirt.

"No-No! I was joking, keep it on your gonna freeze!" You pleaded and unwrapped the puffer around your body, handing back to him. Only for Eren to shake his head, and wrap the jacket around you again.

"I won't get cold with you on my lap. Wear it, don't argue with me ma." He replies. You sigh in defeat, putting your arms through the holes in the jacket, fully putting it on you.

You thanked him and cupped his cheek with one hand, caressing it when you notice it was getting colder.

"you my favorite person right now, you know that?" Eren questions, his lips getting closer to yours. You raise your eyebrows and grin.

"How about your mom?"

"I like you both equally." He repeated, making you laugh and fall in deeper into his embrace, since his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Thank you, baby.” You thanked Eren.

His fingers were propped under your chin, forcing you look up at his low, slightly red eyes. He pulled you into a kiss, both of your lips moving into sync.

He had wet, velvety lips. Your eyelids jerk back wide as his tongue even makes an appearance. His hand descends from your waist to your ass, where he grabs a handful and tightly squeezes it. A small moan escapes your mouth, you feel a smirk form on Erens lips.

When Eren opens his eyes, there's a familiar person strolling around the area dumbfoundingly.

Linah, Erens ex girlfriend.

"What a fucking stalker" is what Eren thought into his head. He purposely kicked a pebble over to where she was standing, just so she could watch him makeout with his new girl. Give her all the love and affection.

Linah had a hurt expression written all over her face, lips were slightly agaped open as she didn't know what to say or expect.

A burning passion of jealous runs through her chest, and her breathing gets heavier when she makes eye contact with Eren.

Even if it was dark outside, she was able to see the small smirk that formed on his lips as he touched you lovingly, something she wished to have right now.

Eren pulls away from you, a string of saliva being pulled away in between you both.

"You done stalking, Linah?!" Eren yells out, startling you as you turned around to see a girl watching you both. A feeling of embarrassment flows inside your body as you try getting off of Erens lap, but his arm makes you stay down.

Linah doesn't say anything in response, instead she shakes her head and ignores the incoming headache and the feeling of throwing up that overcomes her system. She runs away from you both right after, feeling extra embarrassed after getting called out by him.

"Fucking weirdo." Eren mumbles making you look at him with wide eyes.

"E-Eren, who was that?" Your eyebrows knitted together as you pressed your lips together. Eren shakes his head and cups your jaw with his hand, rubbing your cheek affectionately.

"Jus an annoying lil stalker. Don't mind her, babe." He responds, pressing his lips against yours once again before you could even respond back. His hands squeeze your hips from under the jacket he gave you, giving reassuring touches.

He pulls away and moves down to your neck, pressing light kisses, and lightly sucking on the softness of your skin which turns into a light purple.

"mmm, my' favorite girl." He praises against your skin, kissing your jaw. Your hands get lost in his hair, lightly tugging from the satisfaction your receiving.

His words left butterflies in your stomach, the affection even if you guys were not labeled as anything. It made you feel special. Eren knew, even if you weren’t dating. You’d always be his favorite girl.

"You think we should get back to the others?" You question when you notice Erens phone buzzing multiple times, messages from all of your friends asking where the two of you were.

He shook his head, kissing your collar bone.

"Nah, they'll find us. Let's 'jus enjoy this moment. hm?" You nodded after he spoke, messing around with the chains that were around his neck.

“mhmm” You mumbled, looking up at him.

#eren x reader #eren fluff #eren jaeger fluff #plug!eren #making out #shingeki no kyojin #eren aot #eren headcanons #eren x you #eren jaeger x y/n #attack on titan #eren imagines #eren smut #eren yeager #snk eren #eren jeagar

[prodbymaui]

Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

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[webslingingslasher]

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this is cherry when she unlocks makeouts and isn’t scared of peter anymore fnnfnfnd

peter wobbles when you wrap your arms around his neck, appearing from nowhere and hanging off him. he's in the middle of talking to a brother, but still holds an arm around your back to steady the both of you.

'right, right, uh huh. it's like- wait, did he fucking tell you about,' peter's brain lags slightly when a wet kiss is placed at the base of his neck. '- the car? not only did he dent the fucking bumper but then he tried to tell...' his voice cracks at the end, peter was unprepared for the light nibble you'd give him.

peter clears his throat and continues, he tightens his grip around your waist. he's telling you to calm down without words. '-tell ryan it was there when he took the car that morning.'

conversations over. you waste no time and bounce up on your toes to meet his mouth, peter's caught off guard but he shouldn't have been, kissing him has been your new favorite thing. especially because he gets so pliant when you're the one initiating.

'hey, c'mon, you had him all week. let me get ten minutes with parker.' peter thinks that's fair, you've been all over him recently and he’s had zero complaints. his brothers on the other hand... are starting to notice his absence from the group.

peter pushes at your hips, he's pushing you away, he's revoking his kisses. it won't do, you turn to glare at his brother, you keep peter tight against you.

'he's mine.' you hiss out the words and peter almost drops to the ground because he's never had a girl so possessive over him and having it be you was the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

'there's enough of me to go arou-'

'no.' it's just as cold as your earlier statement, no one is going to take your favorite thing away from you. peter flashes his brother a weak smile and holds his finger up, then he brings his head down to whisper in your ear.

'give me a few minutes with my friend. i'll come find you in a second.' you tug at his shirt, 'no.' peter kisses your temple and gently brings his hand around his back to try and gently pry you off.

'c'mon, cherry. your friends are here, go say hi for a minute.' you latch down when peter tries to grab your wrist, you've got a vice grip. 'no! i wanna kiss you.'

peter's brother is watching him fall right into your hands, he channels some of that frat boy edge from last year and breaks your hold. it's like he just committed a cardinal sin. 'we're in public. no more kisses, go find your friends.'

you turn into a grumpy mess and cross your arms over your chest. 'you never wanna do things when i want! it's always you and what you want and your rules and your game and... and... you suck! find someone else to kiss tonight!'

you stomp off, then turn right back around and point at him. 'that's me being upset. if you kiss someone else tonight i will fucking kill you. but- go kiss someone else cause it won't be me!'

peter watches you leave his eyesight and closes his eyes when his friend snorts at him. 'well, you know what? i've never seen a girl so desperate to makeout with you.' he punches peter’s shoulder as he jokes around. 'i thought you were better than a 'put something in her drink' type of guy.'

peter rolls his eyes. 'yeah, yeah, yeah. like you wouldn't be first in the lineup if you woke up with tits.' his brother raises his hands up, 'i dunno, man. that 'he's mine' comment has me second guessing it.'

'fuck, i know. where the fuck did that come from?'

'no idea. it was kind of hot though.'

'okay.' peter's done with this part of the conversation and what his brother finds hot about you. peter moved right back in on the semi- car thief and was filled in on what he missed out on while he was mia. peter doesn't think he missed much, you were much more entertaining than an arm wrestling competition.

ten minutes later and his brother nods towards the party behind them. 'go find your girl, i'm gonna go try to find my own possessive princess.'

you're still upset when peter approaches, he aims for a kiss on the cheek, it's a bad move and you're swatting at him to back up. 'oh no, not happening, no sir. you told me no more kisses and i said it's always up to you when it's convenient and you let me walk away.'

peter frowns, 'did you want me to run after you?'

'yes! i wanted you to tell me that wasn't true and you respect what i want too.' peter cups your cheeks to force you to keep your eyes on his.

'i respect what you want. and i'm sorry, cherry, but i'm not going to run after you. part of a relationship is communication, when you walk away from me i assume you want space, not that you want to be followed. if you have an issue you need to hash it out with me, not expect me to fill in the blanks.'

'so you don't care?'

'i do care. i care a lot, cherry. but i also have other friends and obligations and i can't always drop them for you. but that doesn't mean you have to stomp off and expect to get your way.'

you look to the side, you're bad at this relationship stuff and you're glad you have peter here to guide you. it doesn't mean you always like it. 'but you're mine.'

you have no idea how that makes him feel. 'i am?' he's craving more of your possession, he wants to know just how much you need him. 'of course you are! you're mine and i'm yours and when i want a kiss i want you to kiss me, it's very simple.'

peter perks up, 'is it?' you huff up at him, your hands wrap around his wrists. 'yes.' peter would be very, very dumb to disagree. but he also has some boundaries.

'alright, i hear you and i'm glad you're communicating with me. personally, i'm not a huge fan of pda, but you are. if you want a kiss, i'll give you a kiss. but no makeouts or groping, can we agree on that?'

you almost blind peter with your smile, you nod quick and fast. 'yes, yes, yes! look at me go, petey! communicating and compromising! i'm gonna freaking rock this girlfriend stuff.' you brush a hand over his shirt, smoothing out a small wrinkle.

'all thanks to my practice boyfriend.'

peter feels numb. 'practice boyfriend?' you grin, 'yeah. you're the pop quiz before the test, so, thank you.' peter drops his hold, you frown and reach for his hands but peter crosses them over his chest so you can't.

'i'm not doing this to pass you off to another guy, cherry.'

you raise an eyebrow, 'then who are you passing me off to?' peter's not the best at communication either because he still can't get the 'i'm in love with you' off his tongue.

'i don't know. what was all of that about i'm yours and you're mine?' you 'ooh' at him and do a little spin, peter feels his heart thump three times as hard.

'not ready to give me up yet, parker?'

you don't have to ask for a kiss, peter's already doing it for you. you're breathless when he pulls away.

'never.' 

#the virgin files #frat!peterxvirgin!reader #cherry being oblivious to how down bad peter is kills me #i'm still not used to frat!peter being so nice and open 😭😭😭

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ A secret between interlinked fingers.

Tim Drake x male!reader

Category: [Fluff/sfw/comical(?)]

Warnings: 5/5 bat-bros (Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian), male reader. Mention of Cassandra. 4/5 bat-bros don't believe Tim could go to therapy at all (I doubt any of them would). Reader uses Spanish pet names. May be too OOC.

Request: Yes / No | From: Anon.

«Hey! Could you please write Tim Drake x reader? Basically Tim is secretly dating a guy and they nostly hang out at school, his brother's get a bit too curious and listen in <3»

Note: My first request! Glad to have you here <3 I apologize if this isn't linked to your ask, Tumblr for some reason wouldn't let me edit it. I only had the options "delete" "program publication" and "post". Also, sorry this is short and if I got the characters personality wrong, I don't really know how to write Tim.

Resume: Tim and reader are dating, but they mostly just spend time in their school. His brothers got curious, and since all of them were raised by the world's best detective, is up to them to resolve the mystery that is Tim's relationship.

"I swear there's something strange in the kid's behavior," Jason muttered as he sat down on the couch, next to Damian while Duke was sitting on the other extreme. Dick was standing in front of them.

The four brothers (Cass also noticed, but Cass being Cass had already found out what it was), noticed that the brother —that was currently disappeared from the manor— had slight changes in his behavior.

It was sort of positive, they noticed. But they didn't know what caused it (therapy was discarded as an option by group agreement).

"Maybe he's self-improving for once?" Duke suggested, though he didn't sound convinced himself.

"TT. Doubt that Drake of all people could self-improve his pathetic self," Damian rolled his eyes.

"Damian, be nice," Dick sighed, looking at one of his baby brothers.

"Well, there must be a reason of why this small change." Jason crossed his arms.

"...And if we follow him to find out the reason?" Duke suggested.

"Wouldn't he notice?" Dick raised an eyebrow.

"It won't hurt giving it a try," he shrugged.

"I say we do it. What can end up wrong?" Jason pointed out.

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"All of this is ridiculous," Damian murmured.

"You agreed to it Habibi," Jason hummed, making Damian click his tongue.

The brothers managed to follow Tim to his school. That was the moment they noticed a male getting closer to Tim with a smile.

You were a new addition, they quickly realized. As they had never seen you before with Tim. And Tim seemed at ease with you.

"A boy?" Dick said amused. "That's the cause for Tim's subtle change?"

Don't get him wrong, his baby brother can date whoever he wants. He was just surprised Tim changed because of someone else.

"Who is dumb enough to be interested in him?" Damian replied, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

"That guy we just saw, apparently," Duke hummed.

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"Everything okay, Amor?" You asked Tim, as he seemed to be slightly on edge.

"Yeah...I just feel like someone's watching me." Tim replied, sighing as he left his head rest on your shoulder. He was tired, you could tell.

You hummed softly as one hand came to brush his hair out of his face.

"When did you last slept?" You asked him, quietly enough for no one else to hear you.

Tim grumbled quietly, avoiding the question.

"Cariño, when did you last slept?" You asked again with a small sigh.

"...48 hours ago?"

"Tim."

"You asked."

"Do I have to drug you for you to sleep properly?" You murmured, gently massaging his scalp.

"Mmm....maybe," Tim replied back, closing his eyes as he left you touch his hair.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Amor?"

"Love me," Tim replied.

"I already do that, it's easy," you said amused.

Tim grumbled some sort of answer that you couldn't process.

"Yeah, you're definitely sleep deprived, Amor."

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© Made by little-tainted-angel 2023

#dc x male reader #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x male reader #dc x reader #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #reader #male reader

[fandoms--fluff]

Crushing Hard

Hybrid female reader x Hope Mikaelson (+mikaelson family & caroline)

Summary: Hope has a massive crush on you, a girl who basically nobody knows anything about. And her family comes for a surprise visit, yay.

Warnings: swearing

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Hope has been a little obsessed with you, she admits it. She can't help but be attracted to you, you're crazy hot, not afraid to speak what you think, and your personality is amazing. And has she mentioned how drop-dead gorgeous you are?

The only setback is that you hate the school and basically everyone in it.

"You're drooling" Josie whispers into her ear. Hope snaps out of it, and brings a hand up to the corner of her mouth to find out it's completely dry. She rolls her eyes and looks up at Josie, frowning.

"Oh, you're crushing hard. Sorry for interrupting your daydream, but I'm pretty sure your family is here," Josie tells her, looking between Hope and some of her family.

"There are a bunch of newer kids this year, but still a lot of the older ones. I try to make the environment around here fully positive and happy." Caroline explains to the family. An amused snort comes from the couch a couple feet away.

"And you don't ever take a break" You glare at her. All their heads turn towards you. "This is y/n, one of the older students. I believe she came here a couple months before Hope did." Caroline sighs.

"You must be delusional because I did not come here willingly. You forced me. And still force me to be here every fucking day of the year" You stand up, crossing your arms, fury evident in your tons and stance.

"Werewolf?" Kol's the next one to speak. "I don't know, what do you think?" You snap at him before turning back to Caroline. "And that's the other thing, I've been here for how many years, and no one still knows what I am"

"You won't tell us" Caroline points out.

"Well, I would think considering you're apparently an expert on supernatural beings, and run a damn school for them, that you or anyone here would be able to tell like that" You snap your fingers at the end.

Klaus steps forward, not liking the way you've been talking to Caroline. "Oh, don't even start" You roll your eyes before he can get a word out.

"What?" Hope snaps her attention to her friend before looking in the direction Josie was a moment ago. To her surprise, her Dad, Mom, Auntie Rebekah, Uncle Kol, and Uncle Elijah are standing across the room, chatting with the headmistress, Caroline and you?

Oh no, Hope thinks to herself before getting out of her seat and quickly walking toward the group with Josie right behind her.

"Dad! What are you guys doing here?" Hope goes up to her father. "We came here for a surprise visit, but caught up in the wonderland tour," Kol told his niece, glancing at Caroline then at you.

You still have your arms crossed, leaning most of your weight on your right leg, making your left hip slightly pop out a bit more than the other.

Hope tries to keep her eyes off of you, not wanting her family or you to notice.

"Oh, nothing. Having a splendid fucking time!" You tell her in a fake cheery voice. You start walking away, "I like your shoes" you tell Rebekah before walking out of the room, your high heels clicking strongly as you do.

"She's mean..but sweet? I don't know" Caroline shakes her head. "She's like Katherine. I like her" Kol answers, smirking.

"Kol." Elijah says sternly to his little brother as Klaus galres at him.

Hope just stares at the ground, not wanting anyone to notice the flush that appeared on her face. "You okay Sweetie?" Her Mom asks. "Mhm. Uh I'm glad that you guys are here, but Josie and I have to finish a project. I'll, uh, catch up with you later" Hope tells them quickly before practically dragging Josie out of the room with her.

"What was that?" Josie asks her as Hope paces around Josie's room. Lizzie is planning a dance somewhere outside with a huge binder.

"I don't know, but now im pretty sure my family kost likely doesn't like Y/n. And if somehow my delusional relationship with her actually freaking happens then there's no point becuase there's a big chance my dad will get protective and ban her or kill her or something. Wait can she even die? I don't know, there's no way she can't die, right? Oh that would suck I'd she died before I can even make a move, or who am I kidding there's no way that's gonna happen. She probably hates me anyways. God, I'm so pathetic" Hope rants to her best friend.

"Okay, okay, calm down. You're not pathetic. You're just overthinking this way too much. There's no way Y/n hates you, I don't believe she does" Josie places her hands on Hope's shoulders, making her stop moving around.

Hope let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, then sighs, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for" Josie smiles.

You walk into the dining hall, only to be met with the same group of people. "Fucking great" you practically growl, rolling your eyes. You go over to the table lined with food and grabbed a piece of garlic bread.

As you're about to take a bite of it, a voice sounds. "Are you sure you're supposed to be eating that? It says no one is to touch the food" Elijah nods to the sign standing before the long table of food.

You glance at it then shrug, "Well too bad, I'm hungry and they don't exactly have any blood beside from fucking Thumper and Bambi" you take a bite of the garlic bread.

"So you're a vampire" Rebekah says. You twitch your eyebrow up, a smirk playing at your lips.

"Depends how you perceive it" you walk over to them, your eyes turning yellow and veins appearing under your eyes.

"A hybrid" Hayley's eyes widened a bit. "Did Hope turn you?" Klaus asks, not remembering himself ever turning you.

"Seriously? You think I'd let a girl who has a crush on me, sire me? I don't think so" you cross your arms.

"Crush?" Kol asks, knowing Hope has only told him about her crush on you. He wonders how you found out, cause there's no way his neice would've told you. Especially considering the interaction earlier today.

"Not that hard to figure out. Especially when her eyes are always on me, not the chalkboard in class" you cross your arms. "Oh, and Katherine was basically my sister, so that was a compliment back there" you smirk.

"Wait, if you're that old, what are you doing here?" Hayley asks.

"Well I'm pretty sure then Caroline would hate me more than she already does, then tell Damon and he would try to kill me, but it would end up with his head cut off his body and then Elena and everyone, and personally I don't have any fucking time or want for that. Though Damon being dead would be a bonus. So mind as well make some people, aka, Caroline miserable for a bit" you pop the rest of the garlic bread in your mouth.

"What? You still have that sappy crush on her?" You tease Klaus.

You turn around and walk out of the room. As you turn the corner, you run into Hope. She looks if you had a word, sheepish.

You sigh, realizing it, "You've been here the whole time, haven't ya?" You crossed your arms.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," She turned before walking as fast as she could away from you. She had come down here to find her family, and instead heard you talking to them again and couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

She can't believe she's been so stupid. There's no way she's ever had any chance with you. And your acknowledging about her crush on you was just the cherry on top. She wishes she was anywhere but here now.

You look up, quietly groaning, not wanting her to find out like that. Both your age (well, sort of) and the knowledge of her crush.

You vamp in front of her in a split time of two seconds. "Look, I get it, I'm just some stupid girl who has a crush on a girl or woman I don't know! who's way out of my league. No need to rub it in my face!" She exclaims, trying not to let any tears cloud her vision.

"Hey! You're not some stupid girl, okay?" You tell her before she tries to walk away from you again. She lets out a harsh breath before looking up at you from the ground.

"And I'm not trying to rub anything in your face. Yes, I know you have a crush on me, but I don't want you to think anything bad about that. I'd never use it against you or make fun of you for it, or whatever you think I may do." You run your hands through your hair to keep it out of your face.

"And I've never thought about you in that way before, but I can say that I don't hate you as much as everyone else here," She snaps her gaze from the wall to your face, not expecting that. To have that said to her from you is basically like a simple 'I love you' to someone a person may have known for a while. It's also a really big compliment coming from you.

"So there's that" You walk closer to her before pressing a kiss on her cheek. You walk away, up the stairs to your room as Hope stands there frozen. That's one of the best solutions that could have happened at the moment, and she's practically screaming with joy on the inside.

She brings a hand up to the cheek you kissed and gently grazes her finger against the spot.

Her family then also comes down the hallway and up to her. "What happened, Sweetie?" Her mom asks, noticing her reddened face.

"Oh, n-nothing," She tells her, trying her best to hold back the grin that she has on the inside.

Kol looks from her hand placement and reddened face to her excited stance, putting two and two together. He catches her eye and smirks before mouthing 'good luck'.

That just makes her blush more than she already is if that's even possible.

#hope mikaelson #josie saltzman #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #hayley marshall #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson being a cutie #hope mikaelson x female reader #hope mikaelson x hybrid reader #hybrid reader #hope having a big crush #cute #fluff #imagines #fanfic #thevampirediaries #writing #theoriginals #legacies

[potchi-fics]

8 ball

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Bada and Y/n, for some reason, hate each others guts-- the two try and beat one another whenever they're in the same room. but what happens when the tension transforms into... something else? NOTE: there may be suggestive themes, or even full on nsfw🔞🔞.. i just wanted to give you all a heads up

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Y/n, one of the it girls on the campus. she has everything: money, money, good looks.. everything. one thing about her is she's not the innocent girl you think she looks. oh, no, she's a woman who will do anything to get her way, no matter what.

Bada, like Y/n, one of the it girls. she, too, has everything Y/n has. but she's a player-- she doesn't, or rather, won't care about your feelings. she oozes fuck girl energy.

and they both hate loathe each other.

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Y/n and her friends are playing billiards, talking to one another happily, discussing about their stressing college life when Noze changes the topic to Y/n.

"so Y/n," dragging out the first word, "any updates on your love life?"

"please," Aiki snorts, "Y/n? love life? don't even bother-- ah shit!" by the looks of it, the cue ball fell in the corner pocket.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, "you're talking as if i'm not here, eh? and besides, i just haven't found my match." she pouts.

"oh, trust me," Monika quips remarks, "you have. by the way, you suck at this, Aiki."

the three only shared knowing looks while Y/n looks at them in confusion. she was about to ask what she meant when they hear a set of people take their place beside them.

Y/n face distorts into annoyance, only crossing her legs and staring at the other table.

"miss me?"

Bada.

She scoffs, "as if."

Bada confidently strolls to her, ignoring the group. "oh c'mon, i know you do."

"talking nonsense, baby," the petname only making Bada smirk, "you're self-projecting onto me.. you're being so obvious, Bada." Y/n's honey like voice tease her.

their moment gets ruined as they hear Chocol's voice from the other table. Bada winks at Y/n, and she gave her a flying kiss as a reply. Y/n looks back at her friends and they all stare with their eye brows raised.

"what?"

"nothing.." Monika answered.

Y/n grumbles. "what is it? tell me? and why does Bada have to choose a table beside us? there's like, plenty other tables."

Aiki and Noze shakes their head at her, "stop grumbling, you look like a baby. let's play!"

minutes pass by and her were all enjoying their stay; making jabs at each other whenever a shot doesn't work out. what Y/n doesn't notice is Bada throwing looks at her every 5 minutes.

"dude, stop staring at her." Haechi pokes fun at her, "we know you're in love and all, but seriously, play."

"i'm not in love with her," Bada denies. "stop saying that."

her friends only hums, resulting another comment from her.

"i'm being for real right now," Bada throws up a middle finger, "it's just so fun annoying her."

Chocol mumbles out, "yeah, that's how my grandpa and grandma met."

"oh, fuck off, Chocs." Bada groans while Haechi laughs her ass off.

a moment later and a woman walks in the place, she marches to where Bada's table is.

"oh! Redlic?" Chocs seem surprised.

Redlic clings to Bada, not even batting an eye to Chocol-- making Haechi and Chocol roll their eyes secretly.

"i missed you, baby." Redlic states, hugging Bada tighter.

Bada separates herself from her, "stop calling me that. you know i hate being called those."

"but if it's Y/n, you don't complain.."

"real, real."

hushed whispers from Bada's friends made her roll her eyes.

going back to Y/n and she is fuming. she hates that that woman keeps clinging to Bada. her stare was so intense that it looks like she's burning holes at the back of their head.

"relax, no one's gonna take your baby away from you," Aiki prods, "why so angry?"

she only roll her eyes and clicks her tongue, trying to focus her attention on the pool. "i'm not."

"enemies to lovers, 'm betting twenty-five dollars on that." Aiki added.

you did try to play, but you see that woman clinging to Bada in the corner of your eye, distracting you.

Noze stares at you in amusement, "how come you're still great at this even though you're distracted?"

"'cus sixty-five percent of her life revolves around this place," Monika remarks.

"then money, grades, coffee, and lastly.." Noze side eyes the other table, "Bada."

hitting the cue ball rather harshly, "you guys are crazy." she rubs the chalk cube against the tip of her cue, "my life does not revolve around her."

"it kinda does."

she only rolled her eyes for the millionth time today. before being able to strike the eight ball, Chocol comes over.

"hey, y/n," she raises her eyebrows at Chocol, "you wanna play against Redlic? the woman beside Bada. there's a bet going on right now, and you know.."

guess now you know her name.

"absolutely," Aiki answered for her.

Chocol nods her head and goes back.

Y/n hits Aiki's shoulder, "you didn't even give me time to think?"

"c'mon, don't you wanna beat Redlic?" her friend whines, "also, i wanna join the bet, so let's go."

Aiki drags them all to where a crowd is forming. she clicks her tongue once more, seeing how Redlic arm's wrapped around Bada's.

"you're the one playing against me?" Redlic cockily questioned.

Y/n simply nods, "yep."

"prepare to lose."

all Y/n could think was, is that all she can do?

Y/n shrugs, "we're wastin' everybody's time here, considering i'm only practicing."

Aiki shouts, "that's my chicken."

"that's right, i raised you like that!" Monika throws out.

and she sees Noze laughing and filming the whole thing. she also sees Redlic's face morph into irritation.

"you go first, i insist." Y/n comments, staring at Bada deviously at the end of her sentence.

Redlic is doing surprisingly well, knocking every ball she hits down the pockets. not forgetting to take shots at Y/n who only smiled and whistled. but on her third to the last ball, she missed.

"aww," she coos, her eyes drifting to Bada as she fixes the table. "that sucks."

Y/n winks at Bada, getting a smirk in response.

now, it was her time to show off. with every hit, every ball-- she mesmerised everybody watching, even Bada. with every ball that she puts in, fuels Bada.

down with the last ball-- the eight ball. she positions herself and fortunately, it was in directly in front of Bada. she bends over, not even caring that other people were seeing them. all she cares, right now, is to make Bada lose herself.

Bada's teeth sinks into her lower lip, her eyes roaming Y/n's body. she was so busy gawking at her that she doesn't hear the crowd exclaiming as Y/n won. hell, she doesn't even notice Redlic storming out of the place.

the crowd disperse but Y/n turns around to face her. she sees Y/n sit on the pool table, beckoning her over.

"enjoyed my show?" she let Bada go between her legs.

Bada puts her hands on the girl's hips, putting her face dangerously close to Y/n. "mhm.."

the air around them suddenly becomes thick, tension building up rapidly. Y/n's fingers massages Bada's nape and her thumb swiping Bada's lower lip.

her eyes lowers down to Y/n lips, "i loved it." she whispers.

"i can tell, baby."

slowly, Y/n pulls Bada towards her, and Bada lets her. just when their lips are about to touch, Y/n pulls back. Bada tries to chase her lips but she stops her.

"not yet," she murmured.

Bada breathed, "baby, why?"

"'cus i want to torture you." she kisses Bada's neck before pushing her away gently and walking to where her friends are.

Bada stares at you stunned as you saunter back to where your friends are because that's the first time that has happened to her.

"better luck next time, boss." Chocol pats her back.

Haechi snickers, "looks like you're the one who's gonna do the chasing."

deep down, she's more than okay with that.

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OPS OPSS🤚 no nsfw yet hehe hope you all enjoy

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#imagines #oneshots #writing #bada lee #bada x reader #fanfic #female reader #fiction #swf 2 #swf2 x reader #street woman fighter 2

[mango-sp1ce]

Out of Sight (Out of Mind)

Danny hopped from foot to foot as he waited, constantly shifting his weight about. The store smelt strongly of herbs and spices. There were crystals on the walls and other things strewn about the area. It all looked so... cheesy. fake.

Makes for a pretty good coverup, he'd have to say.

With the sound of movement behind the counter, Danny stopped wriggling about and stood still. He leaned towards the counter and crossed his arms on top of it, his face already breaking into a grin as the person made their way to the front.

"What is it this time? I was slee- Oh." A cranky accented voice said as they made their way to the counter. They paused after making eye contact with him, before pulling a face.

Danny smirked at the man, before tossing the papers he'd been holding onto the counter.

Constantine didn't even try to protest, instead leaning forwards onto the counter as well to look over the papers. He let out a whistle as he shuffled them about, flipping through grainy photos from surveillance cameras.

"A big one, eh?" Constantine asks, flipping to a different photo before pausing. He groans, before letting the paper relax in his hands so that Danny can see the top of it as it curls. "And the bats are involved. You're not serious, are you?"

"Serious as the dead, Connie." Danny replies, pulling the picture from his hands. It's a grainy night vision camera photo of what looks to be a group of people in costume making their way down an alleyway covered in bright decals. "And I'd rather I don't actually cross paths with them. You can talk with them all you want, but I'd rather follow their lead."

"And you think they won't notice you?" The blonde asks. He's pulled all of the papers into a messy pile in his hands. Danny doesn't respond with an answer, instead winking before handing over the image for the pile.

He turns and begins to walk out, Constantine letting out a tired sigh as he moves around the counter to follow. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Yeah. It'll do you some good, though. Wouldn't be in this position if you weren't so fond of making bets. Maybe this'll teach you to stop making them." Danny replies, stepping out of the store and holding the door open for the older man.

"Yeah yeah. Consequences of my actions, and all that. Can we just get a move on?" Constantine grumbles, pulling a cigarette from somewhere in his trench coat as he looks about the street.

Danny rolls his eyes. And the cigarette rolls up into a ball in between Constantine's fingers, before rolling out of existence.

"First rule; no smoking around minors."

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Bonding

SUMMARY | You and Rafe have more in common than you both thought.

-requested by anon

PAIRING | rafe cameron x adopted!teen!reader

WARNINGS | drug consumption, yelling, arguing, hurt/comfort, soft!Rafe, fluff at the end

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You have been living with the Camerons for a few weeks now, still getting used to yet another family who grantly took you in. You're related to them, but not by blood. Your so-called mother met your stepfather when you were just a toddler, both quickly bonded over the fact that they're drug addicts.

You were only 6 when you got ripped out of your home and thrown into the system, going to family after family, everyone claiming you were too much to handle.

Now you were a teen and the system surprised you one day when they told you they found some of your relatives.

"They live in the Outer Banks. Ward and Rose Cameron already await you with open arms." The social worker told you with a smile while you only sighed, slumping in your seat before her desk. Great, another family who are 'oh so happy' to get to know you.

Now here you were, sitting in your room at Tannyhill and it was just how you expected. Ward did seem like a nice guy all until the papers were signed and the social worker left. He showed you your room and since then you were just air to him. A charity case to show off at events or the country club, to let everyone know what a good guy he is and how generous for finally getting you out of the system.

You hated it. After all these years of being thrown back and forth from family to family, you were now stuck here, adopted by someone who doesn't even acknowledge your presence when entering a room.

At least his kids, or your new siblings you suppose, talked with you and showed you around the Outer Banks.

Wheezie is funny and very smart. You both had a movie night once every week or sometimes you would go shopping with her, loving to just listen to her rambling or gossiping about school, sometimes she even asked you for advice.

Sarah took you several times to the Chateau where you got to know the pogues, they're a chaotic group of friends but it's nice feeling included in something.

And then there was Rafe. You don't really talk much, just the usual small talk when you would go to the kitchen to get water or when he passed your room, peaking inside to ask if you want to join him by the pool.

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One evening you got home late, stumbling through the door, high as a kite, and didn't notice Ward standing there with his arms crossed until you kicked your shoes off jumping in surprise when you turned to face him, placing a hand on your chest.

"Where were you?" he asked, his tone laced with anger.

"Out." you simply shrugged, about to walk up the stairs when Ward turned you around, grabbing your chin in one hand and examining your face.

He scoffed with a smile, letting you go harshly, making you stumble a little before he snapped at you. "You're grounded!"

"What?!"

"You heard me. For the next two weeks you won't leave the house except for school," he said crossing his arms.

"But I bet I still have to go to that stupid midsummer event, right? Have to keep up your reputation?" you laughed mockingly.

"What are you on about?"

"As if you don't know! I'm nothing but a charity case to you, a trophy you can show around and live on your act as the generous Ward Cameron, so no one knows what an actual asshole you are!" you screamed in his face, pointing a finger at him.

"You better watch who you're talking to you brat!" he shouted back.

"You're pathetic. Doing everything for another dollar in your pocket as if you don't have enough already!" you waved your arm in the air.

"Alright, you just earned yourself a month of being grounded! There are rules and as long you're under my roof and care you're going to follow them. Unless you want to end up like your mother, pregnant and as an addict."

"Fuck you!" You flipped him off, stomping up the stairs and to your room, slamming the door shut before throwing yourself on your bed burying your face in a pillow.

You never wanted to be here in the first place. You screamed into your pillow in frustration before the tears started to fall, sobbing quietly.

When you heard someone knocking on your door you ignored it at first, groaning when the knocking continued and shouted. "Leave me alone!"

It didn't stop and you sighed, wiping your face before going to answer the door. "I said leave- oh, it's you."

Rafe stood before you, hands in his pockets and lips pressed in a thin line. "Hey, I- uhh, heard what happened downstairs." he coughed awkwardly. "I just wanted to see if you're okay."

"Perfectly fine." you said with a sarcastic smile, about to close the door again.

"You want some company?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were about to turn it down but decided against it, nodding your head you stepped to the side, a silent invitation for him to enter.

You walked back over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it, and patted the place next to you. He sat down next to you, rubbing his hands over his knees.

"So, what happened?"

"I thought you heard it?" you raised an eyebrow with a small smile on your face.

"Yeah, okay, you got me." he chuckled. "You know, Dad gets angry fast, you shouldn't take it seriously."

"Don't worry, he's nothing but a clown to me." you both laughed.

There was silence for a moment before you sighed, looking down at your hands, fidgeting with them.

"I just feel so out of place, not only here. I feel like this everywhere. I know it sounds stupid...but...I just want to feel loved and appreciated. There wasn't a single family where I felt at home." You told him, tears already forming in your eyes again. "I know I can be a lot to handle, at least, that's what I've been told my whole life..."

The tears you tried to hold back started to flow down your cheeks. Rafe straightened, slightly panicking at seeing you cry. He reaches behind you, soothingly rubbing your back.

"Shh, it's okay. C'mere." he pulls you more into his side.

He continued to hold you while you soaked his shirt in your tears, but he couldn't care less right now.

"It'll be okay, and hey, don't you know how much Wheezie and Sarah love you?" he asked and you pulled back to look at him, wiping your tears away, sniffling.

He wanted you to know that there are people who love and care for you, himself being one of them. He related to you more than you'll ever know. Being the oldest he tried to be a role model for his sisters, failing miserably, but he still did so much to get his father's attention, receiving nothing in return, not even a pat on the back.

"Really?" you asked, eyes big and filled with hope.

He nodded. "Really, trust me. You're not out of place, you just need time and that's totally valid after all you've been through." he noticed the confusion on your face since you never really talked with anyone about your past. "I've done some research," he admitted and you nodded.

"Thank you, Rafe." You smiled, still sniffling a little.

"Don't mention it, kid." he smiled, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair. "Now, how about we go and watch a movie? Wheezie had been nagging my ear off about some new horror movie."

"Sounds perfect. I'm grounded anyways, so I don't have any plans." You shrugged making him laugh again.

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… marley hans capturing scout/titan shifter reader and doing experiments on her while being a flirt *runs away*

captive — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You're a Titan shifter responsible for handling the Female Titan but you were held captive by a Marleyan scientist who won't stop flirting with you. CONTENT. Suggestive content, nothing explicit, just Hange being a huge flirt, implied sex WORD COUNT. 2.3k A/N. omg anon i swear this idea is on my hange drafts already. love this idea so muchh

It could have been afternoon or midnight but the place you were detained to cannot even allow a sliver of light. You knew it had been hours ago, but your skin still tingled from being captured by hundreds of sharp harpoons, encasing your Female Titan in a tight restraint. Next thing you knew, you were back to your human form, surrounded by people in lab coats while they converse in crazed enthusiasm as though they were trained to gawk at the likes of you. They tied you up with much restraint from how you were struggling, even landing a blind fist or two on whoever touched you. You observed how haphazard and loose the ropes in your hands were. If you weren't so drained, you could have made an escape considering how busy those scientists were in sputtering words sounding nonsense from how fast they were talking. The noise only stopped at the entrance of a familiar figure, one imposing authority who ordered all of them out of that lab room.

Dr. Zoë. That's the name they were addressed by. Despite the authority this new figure seemed to be holding, one of the unruly in that bunch had the nerve to protest, even addressing them by their first name.

Hange.

From the darkness, the sharp look in their eyes was enough to disconcert anyone, causing any further protests from those scientists to clam up. The group left the room after being ordered for the last time.

In the faint muted light illuminating the room, you observed this person with relaxed eyes matching their sharp features. The brown locks framing their face along those rimmed glasses made them look so enchanting in this light. They pulled two chairs from the side, sitting on one before they offered you the other.

"Hello there. Y/N, isn't it? Nice to have you here." They smiled. It unsettled you not because they're creepy but it was said with much welcoming tenderness. You're beginning to notice how lovely the shade of brown in their eyes looked. 

You were on the verge of obeying but snapped immediately and reminded yourself that this person is your enemy. The one that led to your capture as you remembered.

"I'm not sitting there. Go to hell," you said with much bitterness.

But Hange wasn't one to get mad so easily. Their anger wasn't something pleasant to be on the receiving end of. They only smiled at you, flashing the mischief in their eyes.

"Such rude words from such a pretty girl. Is that how you island devils greet other people?" they smirked, the way they were sitting cross-legged almost felt like a taunt. You only glared in response, fingering over the loose ropes on your back. Hange sighed, a small knowing smile remained on their face before they stood up and went to your back. They pulled you to their body, your back almost pressing against their chest as they tightened the ropes around your wrists. A warning, a way to tell you that they're not to be messed around with.

"Right. Sorry. Please don’t get offended, I'm only messing with you. Just sit down," they said, almost apologetic for their previous remark as they forced you down on the chair.

Once you were sitting down, they knelt in front of you, this time busying their hands around restraining your feet. They spoke as they did so.

"You know, those scientists harassing you earlier, they could be authorized if they wanted to. But I'm the head of this experiment so don't you worry. I'm handling you from now on. Aren't you excited?" Hange looked softly at you but it wasn't exactly a comforting one.

You divert your attention from them, trying to focus on the issue at hand.

"What the hell do you want from me? The Female Titan?"

Hange shook their head, sitting back in their chair after tying up your feet. "We're not there yet. I'm here to observe you for a while."

They explained all the things you would undergo. All the tests they spoke of seemed to be directed at measuring the extent of the Female Titan's battle strength and endurance. This scientist's intuition placed a fear within you. You knew that they would get all the answers they needed after a few weeks of the experiment. They act flirty and playful to mask the intent and determination to get their questions answered.

"What makes you think I'll cooperate with you?" you glared at them.

"Oh, you will. You have no choice, after all," Hange answered with a slight chuckle.

"Perhaps. But I'll make every moment of this experiment a hell for you." That much was true, you wanted to prove that having you will never be easy. The Marleyans may pride themselves on technological and weaponry advancement but your resourcefulness and skills were honed through rough training. The careful and organized capture plan of the Marleyan military was enough to prove that you weren't easy prey.

"Oh, great then. I love difficult things," they grinned, taking a clipboard from their table. They read over the contents, gently nibbling at the cap as they were thinking. You wanted to kick down the leg of their chair from how lightly they were taking this.

"All right, let's start," they spoke again. "You hardened your body to escape us but failed. I still have a few samples of that crystalline substance."

They raised their eyes above their glasses to look at you, their gaze traveling along the length of your arm.

"You still have tiny scabs on your skin from your failure to transform. Can I see?" they asked. But you only pursed your lips in response, remaining watchful of their actions.

Hange would not take no for an answer anyway so they began to work on untying the restraint around one of your wrists. However, they paused and added, "I'll free your arm but promise not to punch me, alright? I saw the nasty bruise you did on my co-worker's face and I don't want that. It won't look good on me, don't you think?"

They kept that playful manner of talking, their chair kept close to yours as both of your knees were almost brushing. You're in a position where Hange almost fills your vision. They were so close that you only had to lean a few inches to bite their ear off. You don't know whether this one is careless or crazy but you suspect the latter to be more true.

"I think you'll look even more handsome with your head bashed in," you smiled, trying to unnerve them by giving them the same flirty treatment. But they only replied with a laugh.

"Oh, come on. Don't get kinky with me just yet," they smirked at you, a hand now firmly around your freed wrist. They focused their attention on the irregular scabs, protruding at the surface of your skin. They eyed it like a creature fresh out of water, gently running a slender finger over them, prodding, and poking a nail to the rim of each scab glued to your skin. You winced and slightly shuddered at the touch to which Hange responded by retracting their finger abruptly.

"Hurts?" They had to ask despite knowing you wouldn't respond properly. Hange was still amused by how hard it was to gain even a bit of your trust. If anything, it made you even more fascinating in their eyes.

"Let me see what I can do for you," Hange stood up and walked over to a drawer. They lifted a few things, and eventually retrieved a small bottle of healing cream fitted perfectly on their palm. They popped the lid open and applied an ample amount on their fingers.

They kneeled beside you once again and said, "Don't worry, it'll soothe the pain. This will soften the scabs so you can gently peel them off in the morning."

They spread the cool cream over the scabs, careful not to scratch the surface. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at how soft their face looked despite their sharp, handsome features. They looked even more captivating up close. Hange turned their head and looked at you this time, maybe waiting for a reaction or a query.

You furrowed your eyebrows at their action, averting your eyes before saying "Why are you staring at me like a creep?"

"Hm, look who's talking. You're the one staring first," Hange brought their lips near your ear. "You think I didn't catch you, sweetheart?"

"Don't mind me planning how to kill you," you retorted, trying to save yourself from being confronted with something else. And it wasn't helping that your voice broke, and weakened, submitting to their flirty attitude. Hange smiled to themself as they caught this.

The tension between you thickened, so much that it could be pierced if Hange even brushed their hand against you. You cursed under your breath as your heart raced, thumping out of your chest in the most unlikely manner unfit for your situation. Hange kept the look of amusement on their face, gaze lowering to your lip. It frustrates you as your mind debates whether you want to violently bite their lip off, or kiss them.

"You're quite a fascinating one, you know," Hange spoke, the low tone of their voice suggested something else rather than fascination. Their hand lightly ran on the expanse of your back.

"And you're a weird one," you whispered, gulping down the arousal thickening in your throat.

Hange chuckled, a hand brushing the hair out of your face. "I bet you get off on that, right? It must be the crazy ones that do it for you."

"Shut up."

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You heard the gentle whirring of a fan as you woke up from the couch. Hange's lab coat buttoned on your body enough to prevent your breasts from spilling out. They sat beside you, drinking cold beer as they read several reports. However, their eyes brightened as they caught you awake. They offered you a drink, the beer can cold against your cheek as you pouted slightly at them.

"I can't believe I slept with you," you muttered, popping the can open with a fizz before bringing it to your lips.

"You're saying that when you're the one half-naked on my couch," Hange smirked, rising to the couch so they could sit beside you. An arm wrapped around your waist, their other holding their clipboard as they said, "Interesting observation from you. You have a lot of stamina. Very suitable for the Female Titan."

"Oh, god. Shut up," you turned your head away as you drank, knowing very well where they derived that observation. You tried to trace back how the hell your clothes were tossed aside in that lab. To start it out, they trusted you enough to free your wrists and feet. One moment they were telling you about titans and titan shifters, and the next how beautiful your eyes would look in natural light. They still want to talk about bipedal animals related to titan behavior but your lips had already crashed against theirs, with much intensity that brought the two of you collapsing on the couch. It was safe to say that it was your fault that the shirt they were wearing was missing at least three buttons. Hange poked at the lovely blush creeping on your cheek as you tried your hardest to not get flustered.

"Hah, you're blushing. Cute," Hange chuckled. Their eyes softened once again as they gently tilted your head towards them. "Hey, listen to me... How about we make a deal?"

They turned you in a way that you were listening to them. They pushed up their glasses, easily fixing the brown locks of hair you were tugging on earlier so nothing got on their face as they spoke to you.

"You'll give me your cooperation, and I'll provide you safety. None of those Marleyan scientists will get their hands on you," Hange began, their body almost pressing against yours from how close they were sitting. "Don't worry, you'll just have to sit pretty and follow my methods. I'll be the only one to handle you."

Your eyes searched for the glint of dishonesty, or some form of mischievous deceit in their eyes but found none. No matter how much you convinced yourself that they were lying, every part of you denounced it.

"I hope you're ready since it will just be you and me until the experimentation ends," they said finally smiling to themselves. They sipped on their drink, waiting for you to speak.

Trust is the beginning of a soldier's downfall. You knew that. It was drilled in your mind, every day for half of your life. You're supposed to thrive off deception, of the manipulation of your enemies, and this one right here in front of you was no exception. Doesn't matter if they sounded so genuine or if they were fucking you half an hour ago. However, your resolve blurs when you look at them, your concept of what is right or wrong coalesces with what you need and desire.

You just remained silent, setting down your drink before climbing on their lap much to their surprise.

"I'm not answering any of that right now. Bear the mystery. Play with fire. That's what you like after all, Hange..." you whispered into their ear, your answer playing safe in case anything else may occur between you.

Your answer only made Hange's heart thump, you can almost feel how it raced when pressed against your bare chest. Hange circled their hands around your waist once again, pulling you more into their lap.

Their lips brushed against your neck as they said, "Fine by me. I bet this would make things a lot more interesting, don't you think?"

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Friend or Foe? - Older Carerra sister Fic

Summary: Kiara's sister bumping into her and the pogues. Naming her sister Kaya. Kiara x older Carerra sister - Featuring JJ and Pope briefly. Older Carerra sister x Rafe. 1,610words

Kaya stared at her younger sister across the country club, to say they were different was an understatement. The eldest Carrera enjoyed the finer things in life and used it to further her education and get out of the outerbanks. Kiara on the other hand was still hanging around with her pogue friends and fighting injustice of anything and everything. That was one thing Kaya liked the most about her, her bravery to raise her voice when things were wrong.

Now any other day she would have put her head down and avoided Kiara hanging out with her two pogue friends, but not today. She stormed towards her, heels tapping against the pavement. The tall blond boy behind Kiara spun her around and pushed towards Kaya.

She glanced to the boys, nose wrinkling at the sight of the group covered in sweat and muck. Her sister looking like she'd been dragged through the forest. Kaya hooked her hand around Kiara's elbow and tugged her away.

"Hello, to you too," Kiara said slipping from sisters grasp.

Sliding her oversized sunnies over her head, she let them rest on her plaited hair. Her hazel eyes squinting in the harsh sun. "I don't need a hello when I've got mom and dad on my case because you've been gone for three days." Kaya crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her chin, the added plus of being slightly taller than her sister in heels, made her feel a little more stronger.

Kiara rolled her eyes and turned to walk, "you could have told me that over there."

"No, wait." Kaya shuffled forwards blocking Kiara's path and held up her hands. "This is a private family matter, I don't ask your friends about their home life." She glanced over her shoulder at the pogues, looking back as soon as her eyes met theres. Kiara couldn't help but laugh at her awkwardness.

"Look I really don't have much time to..." Kiara side stepped her, brow creasing as Kaya fell into the step with her.

Kaya plaid with sparkling charm on her bag, arm hugging the distressed leather. "Just come back home tonight," she placed a gentle hand on Kiara's arm, "and if you want to sneak out later I won't say a thing."

Stopping once more, Kiara eyed the turtle charm she'd gifted her sister before she went off to college. "What is that?" Kiara said poking her sisters shiny handbag.

"Ohh," her eyes lit up, strap slipping from the crook of her elbow to balance on her out stretched wrist. "Vintage, Kie. I never thought the whole sustainable thing would rub off on me..." She babbled on about how she came across the bag, smile pulling her plump lips.

Kiara raised a brow, "I mean tell that to the crocodiles."

"Wait, what." Kaya examined the harsh exterior, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

She didn't notice how close she was to her sisters friends, her gaze snapping to the tall boys. She remembered Pope, the only one she'd met a handful of times whilst he delivered groceries. The blond standing beside him did everything but look at her, his fingers tapping against thigh.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, she spotted her friend in the distance. "I've got to go, but I'll see you tonight." She smiled to her sister, her hand dove into her bag retrieving some rolled up money. Perk of her internship meaning she could give some to her sister instead of her having to ask their parents and their hundred questions why. She tucked it into Kiara's pocket, her sister protesting but later giving in.

"Rafe!" Kaya called to her friend, raised her hand to wave, but it was yanked down as soon as she'd said his name. She frowned at her sister's tight grip on her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Kiara tugged at Kaya's wrist to gain her attention, face scrunched up in confusion.

Kaya stilled, she could hear Rafe calling for her, his voice getting closer. "I'm meeting my friend." She said trying to escape her sisters grasp.

"You are not going anywhere with him." Kiara said pulling her sister along with them.

"Kiara stop," Kara tore away from her, finger massaging her wrist. "What is up with you? Actually I don't want to know, just don't get me involved." She shook her head, smile dropping from her face as her Kiara blocked her path.

She placed her hands on Kaya's shoulders stopping her. "He's a bad guy. Please just listen to me and stay away from him." She pleaded, the two boys muttering along with Kiara about steering clear of the kook.

Shrugging Kiara off, she placed her sunglasses back over her nose. "I've known Rafe since school and he went to the same college as me before he dropped out. I think I know him better than you do." She nudged her sister out of the way. "Maybe if you tried a little harder at the academy you'd make more friends." She didn't mean to sting her sister with the same line her parents threw at her, but she was mad being told what or who to be around.

"Ouch, that was bitchy, but I'll overlook it this one time." Kiara said walking beside her, gaze sweeping to Rafe as he leant against his bike. "Stop, just listen." She glanced to JJ and Pope making sure they were out of ear shot. "You see the gash on Popes face, near the brim of his hat?"

Kaya's gazes scanned his face, then to JJ's cut lip. "What about it?" She sighed, but did not look away from the two boys.

"Rafe did that, you know your friend." She paused, a small gasp escaping Kaya lips as she brought her attention back to her sister. "I don't want you getting hurt okay."

**

The last week came crashing down on Kaya, the thrill of having fun slowly dwindling into guilt. The once light touches and stolen kisses now weighed down on her, how could he be so nice to her, but horrible to others? She had yet to witness the wrath her sister had warned her about.

Rekindling the flame with Rafe from college and sneaking around during the summer seemed right when they'd bumped into each other. It was like time hadn't passed, no exams or work to weigh them down, but that was all wiped away with the new found knowledge of him having another side to him.

He's a bad guy...The words kept echoing in the back of her mind and she found herself searching for the small cues to back up her sisters statement. Kiara always told her the truth, so why was she finding it so hard to believe?

"What's going on in that head of yours." Rafe's hand rested on her upper thigh, fingertip creeping up the hem of her short dress. The broken skin and scabs on his knuckles, bothering Kaya more now that she knew where they came from. His nose nudged the side of her jaw, lips tracing her neck.

Kara moved off his lap to straddle him. She placed her hands on either side of his neck and looked into his eyes, if he lied she's sure she'd see it in his gaze. "My sister."

Rafe chuckled, his palm tracing her back and smoothing the tension from her shoulder blades. "What did she do now?" Both the eldest in their family and knowing the responsibility of trying to keep everything together, to make the family look good.

The tug of his lips made her smile too, she almost forgot what she was going to ask him. He pinched her hip, squeal escaping her lips as he waited for her to respond.

"It's just," Kaya licked her lips, "she said that you fought with her friends." She wished she was more outspoken like her younger sister, the knot in her stomach tightening about the exchange.

"Look they were asking for it." Rafe said, the tic in his jaw flared and his hold on her hips tightened at the mention of them. "Pogues,' he spat.

"I really don't understand this whole kook vs pogue thing." Kaya shook her head and smoothed her hands down his shoulders, resting them in her own lap.

Rafe cupped her face, thumb brushing along her cheek. "It's always been this way Babe, you just had your nose stuffed in books to notice." Rafe laughed at the memory, sweet Kaya buried in books instead of focusing on the world around her.

She played with her the hem of her dress, "I mean we're older now, the whole Kook vs Pogue thing isn't something we need to focus on."

"Your sister's really got in your head, eh." Rafe scoffed, pushing her off his lap.

Kaya stumbled back, catching herself before she fell to the floor. "I'm just saying, I don't want to get involved with any drama." She wasn't sure why she was trying to backtrack, the rise and fall of Rafe's shoulders, the muscles shifting under his tight t-shirt reminding her how strong he was and if it was ever directed at her, well she wasn't sure how it would go.

The thoughts were squashed though the moment Rafe turned back to face her, gentle hands finding a place on her arms. Lips pressing to her forehead. "No drama. Promise." He said lifting her chin with his finger to kiss her.

She melted into his embrace, heart drumming against her chest. He had a knack of making her forget about the world around her, maybe the summer wouldn't be that bad.

✨ Older Carerra sister and Rafe's secret summer fling 🤭 - Yiiyii

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[thinkofmehoney]

The city of my heart

Chapter one.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

Summary: In the bustling city, Satoru and Suguru's paths cross again after so many years, intertwining their lives in unexpected ways. As single parents navigating the complexities of raising kids and confronting personal demons, they find solace in each other's company. Unbeknownst to them, a long-buried flame rekindles, and their journey becomes a delicate dance between friendship, love, and the challenges that come with second chances.

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Where Satoru sees Suguru at his kids’ school after twelve years without seeing each other. Oh and Suguru has twin daughters, just to add up to Satoru’s shock.

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Warnings: None for now, but I’ll treat sensitive topics later on, probably after chapter 5 or so.

Contents: Non Sorcerer AU, single dad Satoru x Single dad Suguru, friends to strangers to lovers (kinda)

Notes: (I almost forgot to mention, Satoru comes from a wealthy family in this au) I’m blindly trusting my past self who wrote this and made all the calculations, but if there’s any mistakes in dates or characters ages and etcetcetc, please forgive me 😭. I’ll add more notes at the end, my brain is empty rn.

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Satoru's house was a mess, It was like a earthquake just destroyed everything in sight, there was empty boxes of school supplies on the floor, clean clothes scattered on the sofa and chairs, a bag of hair ties that seemed to have exploded... in reality, it was something way less tragic than a natural disaster. Satoru and his kids were getting ready before school.

He was just as nervous as Megumi and Tsumiki for their first day of school, if not more. He changed clothes almost four times before deciding that a white button down and black pants will do.

In record time, he had the frozen waffles ready to eat on the table, along with hot chocolate for him and Megumi and a cup of tea for Tsumiki, because she thought that Satoru’s breakfasts were way too sweet.

Satoru was fixing the tie of a grumpy Megumi. "Leave it! I don't wanna wear this stupid tie anyways." After some fixing on his uniform, Satoru finally let him free to eat his waffles.

"But you look fancy, Meg!" He sat down with them and looked at the watch on his wrist, they still had 10 minutes to eat their breakfast. "It's only for the first days though, after that you can take it off, they won't care."

When Satoru was about to get up and get more chocolate syrup, he noticed Tsumiki, only ate about 1/4 of her plate. He softly stroked her hair. "What's wrong princess? is it too sweet? We still have time to make toast." She denied with her head.

"It's not that, the waffles are great." She smiled politely. "I'm just nervous… What if I don't make any friends?" Satoru’s heart squeezed, Tsumiki seemed genuinely worried looking down and fidgeting with her fingers.

"You will, baby, I can promise you that." While he spoke, he picked Tsumiki's knife and fork to cut the waffles in smaller pieces. "Everyone is gonna be nervous, it's the first day after all, so you are all gonna be on the same page. Maybe the first day you won't have a best friend or something like that right away, but by the end of the week i'm sure you'll have your group."

He smiled reassuringly at her, who now felt more confident. He picked one small waffle with the fork and put his other hand under it in case it fell, "Now, eat this waffle I made with love for you." She smiled and ate it happily.

"But you didn't make them, you just put them in the toaster and they're not even defrosted all the way," Megumi said with a grumpy expression on his face as usual, but Satoru knew that picking on him was his unique humor and also his way to show affection, even though the kid wouldn't admit it. "It had some ice inside from the freezer."

Satoru got up and walked towards Megumi and his empty and almost squeaky clean plate. With ice or not, Megumi liked the frozen waffles. "Damn relax, no one was going to take the waffles away from you Meg." He joked as he brought the plate and empty mug to the kitchen.

He left the dishes on the sink and looked at his watch again, his eyes widened when he noticed that the ten minute breakfast turned out to be fifteen. He sprinted to the main entrance, "Kids, go wash your teeth quickly, I'll start the car!"

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Satoru drove his car through the busy morning traffic, glancing in the rearview mirror at his two children sitting in the backseat, a mix of excitement and nervousness on their faces as they anticipated their first day at their new school.

Satoru grinned and began chatting enthusiastically, his words flowing to reassure them, even if they didn't respond much. "You two are going to do great! Just calm down, and remember, it's a fresh start with new friends and new adventures. You're both very smart children, this year will be great!"

Even though Megumi had slightly frown eyebrows, inside he felt at ease after Satoru’s words. And Tsumiki's face lit up with a smile. When they arrived, Satoru carried their backpacks until the entrance, but Megumi thought something was off when he noticed that Satoru walked with them inside the school.

"Why are you coming with us?" Megumi looked at Satoru with a raised eyebrow, and he was checking his phone, reading something.

"There's a welcoming act at the school’s auditorium for parents and students, the principal will give a speech and blah blah blah." after reading some texts, Satoru smiled at the screen. "But Nanami told me that there will be a table with snacks." Megumi snorted and Tsumiki looked at Satoru with a side eye. "With how expensive this school is, the least they can do is offer me a cup of tea." He said in between his teeth.

"Don't do anything embarrassing, please." He walked ahead of his sister and Satoru, already feeling embarrassed that his dad was walking with him inside the school like he was a little kid that could get lost.

"And don't flirt with Nanami, he's gonna be our teacher now." Tsumiki added seriously.

Satoru was flabbergasted at both of his children, but still a little bit entertained. "Wha- I'm not gonna embarrass you or flirt with anyone! You guys think too little of me!". They finally got to the school’s auditorium, the teachers were guiding the kids to their sits by grade, so Satoru would go sit behind where the parents were. "Okay go to your seats and listen to your teachers, I'll go grab a cup of tea." he ruffled their hair one last time to then go to the snack table.

When he got there he saw Nanami, just like they said on text messages. The speech and Welcome Act hadn't started yet so the majority of the kids were sitting while the parents grabbed a coffee and talked with each other.

"Nanami! How are you?" He greeted his friend with a brief hug and backslap, looking at him up and down when they separated. "Lookin' good." He said flirtatiously, enjoying the playful banter that often annoyed Nanami.

The blond man just rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'm good, thank you. How are you? it's Tsumiki's last year before high school isn't it?"

Satoru sighed with a proud smile, glancing in her direction for a moment. "It is, my little girl is all grown up now." He looked down at his cup of tea with a hint of nostalgia. "I hope her high school years will be the best years of her life." Nanami's gaze softened at his words.

"I'm sure she'll have a great time, she's the sweetest kid ever; you've done a great job." Satoru chuckled, moved by his friend’s words, and playfully hit his arm.

"C'mon Nanami, you're gonna make me cry and Megumi already told me not to embarrass him." Satory wiped a fake tear from his face and Nanami laughed tenderly at Megumi’s words.

"Megumi is the best, he's the only one that keeps you humble." They kept chatting about the kids and their jobs, discussing on which students were more difficult to deal with: the college students, because Satoru was a professor, or the little noisy kids that Nanami taught. But suddenly something, or rather, someone familiar caught Nanami's attention.

A few meters away from them, he recognized a tall man with black straight hair tied in a half bun, who also wore black ear gauges. He haven’t seen that man in ages, so he could be wrong, maybe it was a mistake, his eyes were probably deceiving him, but no, it really was...

"Isn't that Suguru Geto?" Nanami abruptly interrupted their conversation while squinting his eyes.

After hearing that name, Satoru's blood froze automatically on his veins, and Nanami could tell by his mortified expression.

Satoru hasn't heard his name coming from anyone in a really long time. At first thought he didn’t heard Nanami correctly, because there was just no way. Was his sugar addiction finally getting to him? Has he finally started hallucinating?

He decided to slowly turn around to see where was Nanami looking at, and he didn't knew what to expect, the most realistic thing that could happen is that when he turned around he'd see someone that looked like him, and nothing more.

But oh there he was.

And he wasn't alone, he was with two little girls about the same age as Megumi, and they wore the same uniform as Tsumiki. Satoru couldn't believe this, being realistic, he never imagined that he would be seeing him again, specially there and with two kids.

His one and only best friend, whom he considered him to be the person he has been the closest to, the person he trusted the most, and that still felt like someone important to him even though the last time they saw each other they were about seventeen years old.

Things didn’t stop there, he felt his heart dropping to the floor when those violet eyes caught a glance of his own, completely defenseless. They both stood there, looking at each other like a bucket of cold water just fell over their heads, this had to be a sick joke of some kind.

Satoru felt the need to get closer, to say something, anything. It felt like he was bewitched, but just when he was thinking about breaking the distance and take the first step, Tsumiki appeared in front of him with a hair tie on her hand.

"Dad, can you put my hair on a ponytail? the speech is about to start and they'll take pictures." Satoru seemed to be on a trance, so Tsumiki tugged on his shirt. "Dad! hurry up!"

Satoru looked at her and chuckled nervously, "Sorry love... there you go, now go to your seat." His daughter thanked him and walked back where she came from. But when he looked up he couldn't find him anymore.

Nanami could only imagine how this moment felt for Satoru. After all, he just saw his best friend after twelve years. He put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Hey, are you alright?" His friend sighed distressed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Can I go to your place this evening? I just... need to talk about this."

"Of course, you're welcome whenever you need it." Satoru smiled, he felt so glad to have a friend like Nanami.

"Okay but don't get too excited, we're just going to talk, that's all." Nanami rolled his eyes and slapped the back of Satoru's head.

"How can you still make your perverted jokes in a moment like this?" Satoru just laughed, and sighed hopeless.

"I don't know, I think i'm going insane."

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Satoru arrived at Nanami's apartment at 7:30 PM, they both had to work the day after so they decided to meet early, that way Satoru could be back home and sleeping at 10:00 PM. They had to admit that they felt old for calculating the time to get home and sleep, they weren’t the same boys from college.

Nanami got himself a whisky on the rocks and a glass of sweet wine for his friend as they sat down on the balcony. Satoru and Nanami met in high school, but became good friends after graduation, and after all those years they've known each other, he has never seen Satoru as stressed as he was right now, not even once.

"Nanami, what should I do?" His leg bounced up and down and his fingers ran through his white hair, then he rested his forehead on his hand. "Should I talk to him or should I just pretend like I didn't see him?"

"I don't think that's going to work, you'll see him pretty often, you know?" He took a sip from his cold glass, "His daughters are Megumi's classmates." Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh shit, I forgot that he has two daughters." Nanami wanted to laugh at Satoru’s comment and the expression on his face.

"So? You literally have two kids yourself."

"But what if he's married or something?" Nanami raised an eyebrow, and Satoru just chugged his wine like it was a shot, probably not wanting to taste the liquor since he wasn't used to drink.

"Would that... be a problem?" The blue eyed man just sighed, frustrated with his own confusing mix of feelings.

"No... yes. Ugh, I don't know, maybe?" his hands rubbed his face, trying to dissipate his exhaustion and stress. And now Nanami was truly confused, he wasn’t expecting such an ambiguous answer from him.

"Wait a second, are you telling me... that you feel something for Geto?" Nanami couldn't believe it, did Satoru really felt something for that man? Even after all those years had passed? Satoru’s face told him all he needed to know but didn't want to hear.

"I don't think I've ever stopped having some sorta feelings for him." It was something crazy, but Satoru seemed sincere about it. Still, Nanami couldn't wrap his head around it. “I really liked him back then, at the time I could even say that I loved him but, I was too young and realized too late.” He smiled with nostalgia at the bittersweet memories.

"But it's been twelve years!" Nanami was shocked, but Satoru seemed just so certain about it, even though it’s been a decade without even talking to him. The blond man suddenly felt like he was the only sane person in that apartment.

"Believe me, I'm well aware that it's been twelve years... I think about it more often than I should." Melancholy slowly filled his eyes. "We had a fight before he left, that's the last time we said something to each other." Nanami tilted his head slightly.

"So you guys broke up in bad terms?" Satoru looked at him confused at first, but then he understood, he could just chuckle nervously.

"Oh we weren't together, I never even got to tell him that I had a crush on him." He had to be joking, Nanami thought.

"What? You guys were just friends?" Satoru nodded with a sheepish smile, "But- I remember you two were like an old married couple. And what was the fight even about? Can't you just tell me the whole story?" Nanami simply couldn't understand them, but he didn't knew if asking was a good idea after seeing Gojo with a melancholic glaze on his eyes as he thought about his past.

"I remember when we were around sixteen or seventeen, I think that's when I noticed that Suguru started to act different... He seemed more tired and distant, he started to get thinner and his hair was tangled and undone instead of in a bun like he always had it." He swallowed the lump on his throat that wanted to break his voice, the memories of a young Suguru just slowly shutting down was something that made him want to cry.

Satoru continued. "I didn't know for certain what was happening to him, but I could tell that he wasn't in a good place, so I always tried to cheer him up and make him feel better, but I guess it wasn't enough." A treacherous tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it quickly pretending it didn't happen. Nanami, witnessing this vulnerable side of him, was taken aback. "And when he left I felt lonelier than ever, it reminded me of when I was a kid... Suguru was the only person that truly understood me, unlike everyone else I've ever met. With him, everything seemed just so bright, so comforting. He saw beyond my last name and status, he appreciated me for who I actually was." Another shaky breath escaped him, revealing the depth of their connection.

Seeing him crying was something difficult, Satoru was someone strong, someone you could hardly ever see being sad or vulnerable, but he was always there for anyone that needed him. Nanami immediately offered him a tissue and tried to comfort him, whispering "It's okay."

"When I realized that his decision was already taken and that he was leaving the city... I told him that he was just, running away from his problems instead of facing them, and that he- he didn't care about our future or our plans and... I think what hurt him the most was when I said that he didn't cared about us, I can't get the look on his face off my mind." His hand ran through his hair, and he finally turned to look at Nanami, "I think that… Suguru was my first love, I've never had anything like what I had with him, and I never will again."

There was a silence, Satoru tried to steady his breaths while Nanami just processed everything that he said. He knew those two were close, but he didn't knew they were that important to each other, even though he thought that they were dating, he imagined that it was just a high school sweetheart.

"I think this is your chance to talk to him." After meditating it, he thought that it was the best option for him, but Satoru looked at him with wide and teary eyes, like he was asking for more advice. "If you two are in this situation right now, where your kids go to the same school and that you'll see each other again often... I think that you should try and at least keep things peaceful with your so called «first love»." Satoru looked down and laughed softly.

"Easier said than done..." His phone buzzed on his pocket, he checked it and it was a picture from Choso, his babysitter and also his student. It was a picture of Tsumiki sitting on the couch and doing a peace sign with her hand, next to her Megumi covered his face with a drawing he made of an animal that seemed like a magic wolf.

He dried his remaining tears with his sleeve and put his phone back in his pocket. "I better get going, Choso has to study for an exam."

"You better give that kid extra credit." Satoru chuckled. They walked to the main entrance and before his friend left, he stopped him to talk "Satoru, if you need to talk, or if you need advice or even if you need someone to take care of your kids, don't doubt asking, I'll always be here okay?" Satoru felt really moved by his words, but he couldn't resist to pick on Nanami.

"I will. Thank you, seriously." He smiled. "Oh, and don't call me Satoru, I get flashbacks from college." Nanami almost laughed when Satoru winked at him.

"If nine years ago I knew that you would still bother me 'til this day, I would've thought about it twice before sleeping with you."

Notes: I thought Nanago hooking up in college would be funny teehehe. Ahh I’ve been wanting to post this fic for so long, but now it’s finally here!! Feedback is greatly appreciated <3

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[sugolara]

𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Silence

She groaned as she sat up and let a yawn out. She had not realized a tear drop had fallen from her e/c eyes. She felt the tear tickle her and so she wiped the single tear with her thumb before wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

It was strange. Had she been crying in her sleep?

A look at her pillow and it was confirmed. She could see a part of it was wet, no doubt her tears staining it. She then tried to recall her dream that she had, yet she remembered nothing.

She could only make out a familiar voice before she woke up. Yes, it was indeed strange as this was the first time she has cried in her sleep since she was young.

And it didn't help that a headache had begun to form. She placed her hand on the right side of her head. For some reason, it almost didn't even feel like a headache. In fact the pain was so bad that she had to lie down for a couple minutes and hope that the pain would be a little less painful.

Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that time had gone fast as her mother worryingly came in to check on her.

Seeing her only child lying in bed with both hands on head had her extremely worried. She softly called to her daughter, "F/n, honey are you feeling alright? Do you feel sick?"

F/n grunted and sniffed, tears once again began to form on her waterline, "N-no, I'm okay. My head just hurts."

Her mother placed a hand on her chest feeling relieved, "It must be a side effect from your medication or a migraine from school stressing you out."

Her daughter just sniffed and closed her eyes. The pain seemed to be going away.

"Do you want to stay home? You've already missed an hour of school." Her mother noticed how messy her room was and picked up her school bag that was beside her feet.

A notebook fell out, but her mother picked it up and placed it in the school bag. She then looked at her daughter again, "F/n?"

"It's okay. I'm okay." The daughter wiped her tears and sat up, "I think I just need to take some pain meds."

Her mother smiled softly, her tired eyes crinkling, "Sure. I'll get that ready. Your father will be taking you to school so you don't miss any more time."

When her mother left, F/n got up and began to dress into her school uniform. She quickly ate a muffin that her mother baked and headed out the front door where her father waited for her in the car. Once the seatbelt clicked, her father backed out of the driveway and headed to U.A..

"Whatever happened to that Todoroki kid. I haven't seen him in months." Her father asked. "You two are still friends right?"

"We've been friends since forever and yet you still don't remember his name?" F/n smiled, "Do you have some vendetta against him?"

Her father sputtered as he turned right, "I do if he's planning on stealing you away!"

She whined, a small blush decorating her checks, "Dad..!"

Her father shook his index finger, "I see the way he looks at you. I used to look at your mother the same way and believe me, I know the signs!"

"Dad, knock it off." She crossed her arms, "We're friends and we want it to stay that way. Besides, why ruin the beautiful friendship we have?"

"Me and your mother had the sam-"

"Dad." She sternly looked at him.

"Okay, okay." He chuckled, "I'm only watching out for you. You're my only kid after all. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"And nothing won't." The school came into view and she grabbed her bag, "So stop worrying and stop asking morbid questions."

He once again chuckled as he stopped, "Understood. Have a nice day and behave. I'm watching."

She playfully rolled her eyes and got out of the car, "Aye, Aye, captain."

She strolled the hallways. It was eerily quiet. She could hear her footsteps and even her breathing. Everything felt so loud. She quickened her pace.

As she entered her classroom, everyone was in groups for their projects. Mr. Aizawa gave a brief glance at the girl before writing her name in the detention list, "You're late."

"I'm sorry, this won't happen again." She bowed.

He grunted and waved her off, "Just get in your group."

She nodded and headed to the back where her friends were at.

"So we all agree then?" Tenya wrote in his notebook, "Nothing about crime."

Ochaco puffed out some air and muttered "Lame."

"We just don't want to get in trouble." Shoto shrugged and noticed F/n, "Why are you late?"

"Being late is unprofessional! Make sure to arrive on time, F/n!" Tenya scolded her.

"It's not like she missed anything." Ochaco shrugged and then glanced at her, "But why are you late?"

F/n sat in between Ochaco and Shoto, "..I stayed up..watching movies."

Tenya adjusted his glasses, "As always."

Next to the navy-haired male, Izuku sat up as he looked at F/n. He noticed her eyes were a darker shade from her normal skin. It almost looked like she had been crying. This made the boy curious. What was it that she was crying about? Has someone hurt her or made her upset?

He didn't know, but he felt saddened for her as well as a bit mad. Who was it that hurt her? He wanted to say something but the conversation had already ended and they were back onto the project thinking of other ideas.

Some other time, he thought.

"What about a candy stall?" Ochaco then grinned, her eyes shining as she thought about another idea, "Oh! Or an ice cream stall!?"

"I heard Momo's group is already doing that." Shoto pointed out as he looked towards the raven-haired girl.

"So candy stall?" F/n suggested.

The group nodded, "Yeah."

"We'll also need uniforms." Tenya hummed, "Since it's candy, what color would go well with it?"

While the others thought about it, F/n glanced at Izuku as she felt like he had been quiet. She didn't want him to feel like he wasn't part of the group. The last thing she wanted was for someone to feel excluded, "What do you think, Izuku?"

His heart sped up as her attention was on him. It felt really good for her eyes to be on him yet he couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the thought, "Anything that you agree on should be perfect."

She smiled at that, "How about pink?"

"Pink?" Shoto and Tenya both said.

"We're talking about candy and I feel like pink fits it so well." She then added as she looked at Ochaco, "Plus, it's her favorite color. Last year we did mine."

The group agreed. As Tenya finished writing down notes, Shota rose from his seat and caught the attention of everyone, "Finding an idea shouldn't take too long so I imagine that everyone has already picked one."

"And if you haven't, too bad." He then turned around where a board was placed and began writing groups 4 times. He looked towards F/n's team, "Your idea."

She stood up, "A candy stall."

He wrote it down then looked at Katsuki's group, "Yours."

Mina stood up grinning proudly, "Spicy food stall!"

It was obvious that the idea was Katsuki's.

Shota then looked towards Momo's group. She stood up and presented their idea, "Ice cream stall."

"Aw man!" Tsuyu whined, "We had that one planned out."

Momo frowned, "Oh no, I'm sorry, if you'd like we can pick another idea."

Katsuki scoffed, "It's just a damn stall. Pick another frog face."

"That comment wasn't necessary, Katsuki." Mr. Aizawa let out a sigh, "Since the ice cream once isn't available, you'll have to pick another."

"A baking stall?" Rikidou proposed.

When his group agreed, Shota wrote on the board and then placed the chalk away, "Great, starting tomorrow we'll be building the stalls."

The bell rang and everyone began to grab their bags. Before they left Mr. Aizawa let out a final statement, "And remember to take this seriously, everyone else will be doing the same thing."

Everyone headed to their next class. They internally groaned as they would have math next.

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[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 2)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

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A couple of days had passed since the full moon and today is the day the Poe cup was held. I am going to participate together with my friends Xabier and Ajax and one of Ajax's gorgon friends.

The theme of our canoe is a mix between clowns and the joker, although I see us more as shady buffoons. But according to Xavier we are like the joker and according to Ajax we are clowns. So it's a mix.

Everyone is around the lake, where the competition is going to take place and the groups are ready to get into the canoes.

Enid: Y/n! - she exclaims screaming and running towards me dressed as a black cat. –You look a little scary.- she assures me, looking at Ajax and me from top to bottom.

Y/n: Thank you.- I say proudly, smiling broadly.

Wednesday: They're not scary.- she denies appearing next to my sister in the same costume, with cat ears and everything, but without the mustaches.

I look her up and down, noticing how the suit clings to her body and fits her like a glove. But I can also see her brows furrowing slightly in annoyance as well as her crossed arms.

Y/n: What happens, the kitten hasn't been given its sweets?- I ask my sister's friend with fun and with a false pout.

Wednesday: This kitten can tear you into 13 parts if she wants to.- she returns the comment with an intense look.

Y/n: I want to see you try, Addams.- I assure her, crossing my arms and with a superior smile on my face.

Wednesday: You better sleep with one eye open.- she threatens me directly and I just smile at her.

Y/n: Then I'll make sure to hide anything colored in my room, in case you see something colorful and don't tear me apart at the end.- I comment without removing the smile from my face and seeing how Wednesday's eyes narrow slightly.

Enid: What's going on here ? - I hear how she asks my friend in a whisper.

Ajax: I don't know.- he whispers back.- I think they're flirting.- He comments and I immediately look at him threateningly.

Wednesday: I don't flirt.- she denies in the form of a grunt. -I'm just telling this idiot what I can do to him if he continues to tempt his fate.- she tells my friend, pointing at me with her thumb, using her threatening tone and causing my friend to take a step back in fright.

Enid: I just came to wish you luck.- she tells me and Ajax. -Although you won't need it, because this year we are going to win.- she assures us with all the confidence in the world.

Y/n: As long as Bianca doesn't win I'm happy.- I commented raising my arms. -I can't stand Bianca's superior smile when she always wins.- I growled, crossing my arms.

Ajax: That's because you like Bianca and you hate when she rubs her superiority in your face.- he tells me with a smile full of fun.

Enid: Wait. Since when do you like Bianca?- she asks with a look of disgust on her face.

Y/n: I don't like her.- I deny immediately wrinkling my nose, feeling an intense and heavy gaze on me . -Is she attractive? Yeah. But it's Bianca, I could never like someone with the ego and personality that she has.- I assure my sister with an unappetizing gesture.

Enid: It's better for you, because this sister-brother bond ends up here if you like her.- she threatens me, pointing her index finger at me.

Y/n: I don't like her! - I exclaim in the form of a growl.

It's not to put Bianca down. That is to say, as a friend Bianca is fine, she helps you with your homework and listens to you when you need it. But as a couple I doubt it's the same.

I've known Bianca for years and even though my sister doesn't get along with her at times. I have spent more time with her, since she is Xavier's ex-girlfriend and since we are friends I had spent time with the ex-couple.

So I know Bianca well. She is a sensitive girl with maternal traumas, which prevents her from being her best version with people and causes her to act in a conceited way most of the time. But behind that facade, there is a good person and only very few people can really know her.

But as a girlfriend she is very bossy and demanding. So it would never occur to me to think of her in anything other than as a friend.

Wednesday: I wouldn't be surprised if you felt a certain attraction towards Bianca.- she assures causing us to look at her confused. -You are both immature, conceited, and insolent beings. You would make a good couple.- she nods to what she said, with a certain aggressive tone and I look at her confused.

Y/n: What?- I ask in a whisper, not understanding where her comment comes from and the tone with which she said it.

Wednesday: I have said what I have said and I do not take it back.- she says with her usual monotonous tone of voice and with her face impassive of any emotion.

The four of us remain completely silent, while I look at  Wednesday confused and try to understand what just happened.

Enid: We're leaving.- She clears her throat, before grabbing her best friend's arm and pulling her towards the shore of the lake.

I just watch the girls walk away, frowning and completely confused with what just happened.

Ajax: Stop looking at Wednesday's ass or she'll tear your eyes out.- he whispers to me and I open my eyes surprised by his accusation.

Y/n: I'm not looking at her ass.- I deny immediately, looking away from the girls and directing it to my best friend.

Ajax: Aha, whatever you say friend.- he says patting my shoulder without much importance and following the path that the girls have taken moments before.

Y/n: I wasnt't! – i exclaim running after him, listening to his laughter and receiving confused looks from those present.

The last thing I need in my life is for Wednesday to get the rumor that I was looking at her ass and carry out the threat she made to me earlier. Plus I wasn't looking at her ass.

Wednesday POV

After the victory of the Poe cup, the worst example of kidnapping by Nightshade students and the stupid and unnecessary need to "work" in Pilgrim World, it's time to return to the investigation.

Having briefly stopped by the Weathervane and spoken to Tyler for information, I head to the original meeting house.

I walk through the woods, looking for what's left of the meeting house and hoping to find some clue regarding the monster. I need to find something, something that will help me advance my investigation and discover the identity of the monster.

In the distance I can make out the ruins of the original meeting house, so I quicken my pace a bit and safely enter it. I put the backpack on the ground, so Thing can come out and help me look around.

I look around, finding nothing important in sight and feeling a slight disappointment at the ruins of the place.

Wednesday: I also expected more.- I nod towards thing, who makes me some signs of agreement.

XY: Who are you talking to little girl- I hear a male voice behind me, so I turn around and see a rather scruffy older guy.

Wednesday: Use small and girl again to refer to me, and I do not assure you of your well-being.- I warn him with all the honesty that my body has.

XY: This is my house! Get out of here! – he orders starting to get angry.

Wednesday: Can you give me a hand? - I ask Thing and it immediately moves, throwing itself at the homeless man's neck.

I watch as the thing chokes him and grabs his chin for a few moments, before turning around and continuing to look through the ruins of the place.

Y/n: Can you tell why I just saw a thing choke a homeless man? - I hear a familiar voice, so I turn to the door of the house and watch the blonde boy for a few moments.

Wednesday: It's none of your business.- I answer monotonously and direct my attention back to the ruins.

Y/n: Ok.- I hear how he clicks his tongue against the top of his palate. -But why the hell are you searching through the ruins of this site? - he asks and I can hear his footsteps approaching me.

Wednesday: I'll repeat it again, it's none of your business.- I tell him again, lightly tapping a can of beer with my foot. -There's nothing here.- I assure, turning around and seeing Thing back in the ruins.

Y/n: And what are you looking for? - he asks again and I fight with all my might to not growl at him.

Wednesday: Nothing that interests you.- I assure him, turning my body towards his and staring at him. -Go away.- I order him firmly.

Y/n: And why would I? - he asks with a small funny smile on his lips. -That is to say, we are in a public place and you have no right to throw me out of here.- he assures me starting to walk around the place and look everywhere.

Wednesday: Maybe a don´t have that right, but I do have a knife and I warn you that I can use it.- I threaten him, trying not to show my frustration in my voice.

Y/n: Yeah, just like your threat to dismember me.- he comments humorously. -Last night I was waiting for you to show up, you know, so that you would cut me into 13 pieces and all that, but you didn't show up.- he reminds me and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

Wednesday: I can do it right now.- I assure him, narrowing my eyes just a few centimeters.

Y/n: Yes, well, right now I don't feel like it.- He pretends to be disappointed. -But going back to the main topic, why are you here?- he asks me again.

Wednesday: It's private.- I answer crossing my arms and without taking my eyes off him.

Y/n: So this has nothing to do with the monster and your investigation, right? - he comments with a proud smile and I grit my teeth.

Wednesday: How do you know about my investigation?- I ask him in a threatening way, taking a step towards him.

Y/n: Enid.- Answer as if it was the most obvious thing. -What I don't understand is what are you doing here? - he asks, moving his hands in reference to the ruins.

Wednesday: Searching for information for my research.- I answer simply.

Y/n: And what do you think you can find in a place like this? - he asks walking around the place.

Wednesday: I think I've already answered enough unnecessary questions on your part.- I assure him, refusing to continue wasting my time with him and looking towards Thing.

I see how he tells me to touch things, to see if I can get a vision and that it will be of help to my case.

Wednesday: No, I can't just touch something.- I tell the hand. -My visions appear spontaneously.- I remind him approaching the appendix. -I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice.- I assure him when he suggests the option.

Y/n: It would be something worth seeing.- He laughs from the other side of the house.

Wednesday: And can I know why you're still here?- I ask aggressively and he raises his hands up in the air.

Y/n: You don't have to be so aggressive.- he assures me with a frown. -But answering your question, I'm not going to leave you in this place alone and with a monster prowling through the forest.- he explained with a serious face.

Wednesday: I don't need your help or protection, I know how to do it on my own very well.- I assure him with a frown.

Y/n: Do what Thing told you.- he tells me changing the subject and I stare at him. -What? Maybe by touching the things in this place you can provoke a vision and that will help you in your investigation. - he explains to me as if it were obvious, shrugging his shoulders.

Wednesday: It won't do any good.- I deny seeing Thing supporting the wolf. -Do you want me to show you?- I ask and touch one of the wooden beams. -No.- I say walking to another part and touching a wall with both hands. -Nothing.- I assure them looking around me . -But I bet this will give us some clue.- I say ironically picking up a paper bag from the ground and raising it in the air, pretending to have a vision.

Y/n: You don't have to be so rude either.- He rolls his eyes at my actions. -Thing is just trying to help you.- He complains about my attitude.

Wednesday: He doesn't need you to defend him.- I assure him walking towards my backpack. -And my visions are as predictable as a shark attack. - I say picking up my backpack from the ground and walking towards the exit.

Y/n: Come on Wednesday, don't be like that.- I hear how his footsteps follow me. -You just have to touch a pa...- he begins but when I touch the door handle to leave, my body stiffens and everything turns dark.

As soon as I get into my vision, I see a crowd of people with torches and decide to hide behind some wooden barrels. I watch what happens and I see what happens between Goody Addams and Crackstone.

I see how outcasts or different people like me are burned in Jericho many years ago. I see how my ancestor escapes from the incandescence and from one moment to another I appear in a dark and smoky field.

Goody: He won't stop until he's finished with everyone.- she assures me erratically after running towards me . -He's here.- she says looking over my shoulder, which causes me to look too and see Crackstone approaching us.

Crackstone: You won't have any escape. - He threatens me with a gravelly and slightly distorted voice.

I stumble as I walk backwards, causing me to fall and rejoin in complete darkness for a few seconds.

Y/n: Wednesday!- he exclaims when I wake up, helping me to get up and sit on the now wet floor. -Are you okay?- he asks me with some concern on his face.

Wednesday: I have seen her.- I tell Thing. -The girl from my visions, her name is Goody Addams and I think she is my ancestor from 400 years ago.- I count feeling the raindrops fall on me and wetting my clothes more than they already are.

Y/n: Are you okay? - I hear how he asks again and I just nod in response. -Let's get you off the ground.- he tells me and helps me get on my two feet.

But my attention goes from the werewolf, to a noise behind one of the walls and I decide to walk towards it. I approached the wall, looking through one of the gaps between the wood and not seeing anything else in the forest.

Wednesday: It must have been that bearded man.- I tell the hand and the blond boy.

Y/n: Do you smell that? - he asks and I look at him strangely, while I observe how he sniffs the air of the place. -It smells different, there is something new and strange in the environment.- he comments looking around.

I just ignore it and look again through the hole from before. But suddenly, a big eye appears on the other side of the hole and the monster lets out a growl scaring me.

Y/n: Wednesday!- he exclaimed running towards me and pulling me back.

I just stare at the monster between the gaps in the wood, watching it look at me and start to walk away quickly.

Wednesday: Come on, let's go.- I say starting to walk quickly, leaving the house and running after the monster.

Y/n: Addams wait!- He yelled running after me. -Stop ! - he yells again and I can hear him closer to me.

I just ignore him, running and following the tracks the monster has left in the mud. I slow down, when I don't see the monster anywhere and I follow the footsteps.

As I follow the tracks, I can see how they go from being large to being smaller and more human-like. This means that the monster is human.

Y/n: What's wrong with you? - he asks me annoyed, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up off the ground. -You can't just run after a monster like that.- he reproaches me, pulling my arm towards him and I look at him angrily.

Wednesday: Look, idiot.- I tell him, pointing to the footprints with my free hand, causing his attention to go from me to the footprints on the ground and his brows to frown.

Y/n: It´s human? - Asks surprised and confused without letting me go yet.

Wednesday: Yes.- I whisper a little uncomfortable, when I realize how my body presses against his and how his hand softens its grip on my arm.

I swallow hard, when his attention returns to me and an uncomfortable and unknown sensation invades my gut.

I am aware of the heat that emanates from his body against mine, contrasting with the cold that surrounds us and that my body reacts involuntarily sticking closer to his in search of heat.

I don't understand what's happening to my body, why I'm enduring such closeness from Y/n and why my body is reacting in such an absurd way to his presence.

I can even feel my dark heart beating in an exaggeratedly accelerated way, causing the noise of its heartbeat and the erratic breathing of both of us to be the only thing I hear.

Xavier: What the hell are you doing? - I hear behind me, making me separate myself from the blonde quickly and make sure to put as much distance between us as possible.

Wednesday: We're following the monster.- I answer completely ignoring what just happened and directing my attention to the boy under the red umbrella.

Xavier: Have you seen it?- he asks, starting to look around frantically. -Is it here? Do you want to die? - he asks only me, taking a step towards me and also covering me with the umbrella.

Wednesday: And what are you doing here?- I ask interested and suspicious of his presence in the place, just when the monster jut disappears.

Xavier: I heard that you were going to the old meeting room, I guess I've arrived a bit late.- he answers looking over my shoulder at the forest.

Wednesday: I have discovered something.- I assure, staring at him. - The monster is human, its tracks go from being monstrous to human.- I explain looking at him with some insecurity.

Xavier: Show them to me.- he asks me and I turn to point him to the place, but the heavy rain has erased the traces.

Wednesday: The rain has erased them.- I murmured loud enough for him to hear me, receiving an unbelievable sigh from him and I look at him seriously. -I know what I've seen.- I assured him firmly.

Xavier: I try to keep an open mind.- He defends himself quickly.

Wednesday: Y/n has also seen them.- I realize. -Right Y/n? - I ask turning to where the blonde is, but there is absolutely no one in the place he was occupying and that confuses me. -Where is he? - I ask confused.

Xavier: I don't know.- He shrugged without giving it importance. -I think you're right about Rowan.- he comments causing my attention to return to him.

Wednesday: And that change of heart? - I ask him interested and curious, that in just a few hours he has changed his opinion regarding his former roommate.

Xavier: I have written to him again today, I have told him that we could see each other to snowboard like last year.- he tells me while we walk. -This time he has answered me and told me that he was not going to be able to.- he tells me and I understand what he means.

Wednesday: But you didn't go snowboarding last year.- I say with certainty.

We talked a bit more about Rowan and why someone would cover up his murder. Before we part ways and I head back to the center of town.

Once downtown, I walk to the Crackstone fountain in front of the church carrying my cello and gesturing to thing to carry out our plan.

As the mayor gives his speech, my eyes travel over the face of each person present, stopping when they meet blue-green eyes.

I detail the frown on Y/n's face, seeing how his body is more rigid than usual and how he ignores what the people around her tells him. His attention is completely focused on the mayor, but he has a lost and somewhat dark look in his eyes.

So I can believe that he is angry or upset with or about something, but I don't know what and that bothers me. Because I don't understand the reason why I'm looking at him, because why I'm detailing his face and why I'm questioning everything.

It doesn't interest me and I shouldn't want to find out why the werewolf is angry. But not knowing why he's upset causes a nauseating and sick feeling inside me.

It's feels like some spiders were digging and trying to get out of my stomach.

I don't understand why I'm feeling this. What I do know is that I don't like it and that I want to stop feeling it right now.

I have to find a way to stop feeling this and I have to find it NOW!

NEXT

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[gingerfale]

Fuck it, I haven't posted anything in too long, have a snippet of my Destiel camping fic coming out this summer!

Castiel is a little miffed that he's learning the proper way to steer from the front of the canoe on his third day on the water, but he's mollified by the fact that Dean has decided the best way to teach him is by correcting his form manually.

He's not interested, Castiel chants internally as Dean stands beside him and positions his hands on the paddle. The rest of the group is down on the rocky shore, readying the canoes to go so they can catch the morning release at the dam.

"Alright, you're not going to change hands while you paddle in the rapids. Cuts down on the chance of you losing your paddle. If you do, just grab the spare from the bottom of the canoe."

Dean smiles as he gets Castiel to hold the paddle out to his side. Right hand on the top to direct the motion, and left hand on the shaft (don't think about shafts) to do the heavy pulling. Dean continues as he guides Castiel's hands as he paddles the air.

"Alright, so to turn left you're going to want to lean out over the left side, but keep your center of gravity in the canoe, and you're going to turn the flat of the paddle broadside with the canoe and pull in as hard as you can. Like you want to slap the side of the canoe with the flat of the paddle, but don't actually do that."

Castiel mimes the motion. Pull in to his side with the flat of the paddle. Easy enough. Dean nods approvingly, continuing. "To turn right you're going to reach over to the other side. It's going to feel weird."

It doesn't feel right, crossing his left arm across with the paddle. It's not possible to paddle properly this way, and he jerks his sore shoulder as he tries.

"Easy sunshine. You're not trying to propel the canoe forward, the current'll do that for you. You're just going to guide the bow." Dean moves to stand behind Castiel, his arms sliding around him. They're warm, with sun browned skin dotted with freckles. Castiel tightens his grip on the shaft (goddammit) of the paddle to keep him from pulling Dean's arms closer, getting him flush against him, and investigating his skin with a closer eye. Dean doesn't notice this, placing his hands over Castiel's and guiding him gently, fanning the paddle in towards where the front of the canoe will be.

"Think of it as pulling the water towards the bow." Dean says, low into his ear. Castiel copies the motion. "There you go." Dean's breath is warm on his neck and Castiel forgets how to paddle again, his hands floundering. He chances a glance at the other campers getting ready on the other side of camp. Sam is demonstrating for Rowena, Eileen, Donna, and a perpetually distracted Gabriel with his own paddle, while Jody and Bobby chat casually with their backs to them. Rufus reclines in the back of his canoe with his arms crossed and cap pulled low over his eyes.

Only Castiel is getting the hands on treatment. He'd appreciate it more if he knew if this is the best way to learn or if it was reserved only for the most hopeless cases.

He focuses on the motion, trying to make sure he understands enough of the mechanics of what Dean is teaching him that they won't get swamped in the rapids. They move together. Warm skin on warm skin. A mosquito lands on his wrist and he ignores it, too determined to keep Dean's hands on his. Dean notices though, and he makes a soft grunt of disapproval, and slides his thumb down across Castiel's skin to dislodge it. Doesn't swat it flat and smear it, just nudges it away. He rubs the spot it had bitten down, presses the pad of his thumb down just hard enough that when he adjusts the grip back to focus on paddling that the white imprint of his finger ghosts Castiel's skin for a moment before blood rushes back in and it fades away.

Castiel carefully steels his expression before looking up to meet Dean's gaze. Up close he can see where Dean's long lashes have been clumped together by a sleepy hand. There are even smaller freckles on the soft skin under Dean's eyes and hidden in the stubble around his lips, which are a very pleasing color this close up.

"How dangerous is this exactly?" Castiel asks.

Dean's tongue quickly wets those lips and he clears his throat, Adam apple bobbing slightly before answering. "Every couple of years we have somebody dump in the rapids, it's possible to get hurt bad but just remember to point your feet downriver if you fall in, and don't fight the current."

"Don't fight the current?" Castiel asks, eyes still on Dean's mouth.

"Nah, you're gonna end up where the river wants you. Getting swept away is scary, but you have more control than you think," Dean shifted on his feet, "you know, uh, swimming and all that."

Castiel looks up to meet Dean's eyes, unsurprised to find he's being watched. He wonders if Dean minds how close they're standing, with Dean's arms still around him.

"I'm an excellent swimmer." Castiel says in a low but steady voice. Dean huffs out a laugh that may just be a deep breath, finally pulling away. He shakes his hands out like they've gone numb.

"I bet you are, Rainman."

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