#she licked it and then lost interest pretty quick haha

[randomshyperson]

Seeing u getting many requests there, that's really cool you deserve it (though I hope it doesn't overwhelm u or smth). May I request smth? A WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice). Thank you!

Hello Anon! Hope you’re doing fine! 

Sorry this took long. It was really hard to write actually, because I don't feel anger towards Wanda and thinking about fighting with her was really weird haha But I hope you like this. 

Attraction and Reaction / / AO3 

Warnings: 18+, Smut, language.

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It was no secret on the Avengers team that you and Wanda did not have the best of relationships. 

There were numerous warnings from Steve and Tony, and even Natasha, due to the number of arguments and disagreements that took place. You were sure that no action was taken just because you two function well on the battlefield, even if you don't get along off it.

At this moment, for example, you were in a meeting with the rest of the team about the next Avengers mission, but you weren't really paying attention as you scribbled on your notepad. And then your cell phone vibrated, and you pulled it out of your pocket to check it.

- Can you pay attention, Y/N? - Tony asked, and you looked away from the notification of a message from Carol to look at him. But before you could answer, Wanda muttered with irony:

- Typical.

You blinked, feeling a familiar irritation fill your entire body.

- Is there anything you wanna say to me, Maximoff?

- Just for you to fuck off.

You were going to hit back with a angry response, but the team let out a loud impatient grumble.

- Don't even start! - Tony ordered with a serious expression. - I need to go over all this, you can kill yourselves after the presentation.

- No one is going to kill anyone. - said Steve, and you giggled. - Just continue the presentation, please.

Tony rolled his eyes and resumed the presentation. You let out an impatient sigh and tried to pay attention. Fortunately it wasn't much longer before Tony finished. As the members began to get up, Steve signaled for you and Wanda to stay in the room, and you grumbled as you sat back down, throwing your feet up on the table.

- Girls, this can't go on any longer. - Steve said in a serious tone.

- I don't know what you are talking about. - You mock with your arms crossed. Steve doesn't laugh.

- I'm not joking. - He warns. - You need to work out your differences.

- Things would be easier if Y/N wasn't such an arrogant jerk. - Wanda says, and you let out a wry exclamation.

- If Wanda wasn't completely mental and stubborn it would also be easier for us to get along.

Wanda turns in her chair to look at you, her expression of anger.

- Oh, I'm the unstable one? Remind me who is known to lose her head around here?

You roll your eyes impatiently, but before you can respond Steve shouts.

- Stop it, you two, that's enough. - He says. - You are suspended from the next mission.

- Excuse me? - you exclaim looking at him.

- Until this conflict is resolved, you will work together. - He clarifies and you let out a nervous laugh, frowning. - You will be team partners, and you will learn to get along. That is my final decision. Now you can go.

You get up from the table in annoyance, and hurry to leave, with Wanda right behind you. As you stand in the hallway toward your rooms, she shouts:

- This is all your fault! You have to talk shit all the time, don't you?

You let out a wry laugh as you stop walking and turn toward her.

- You're so annoying. - You grumble with your hands in your pockets. - I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with you.

Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh, and you notice her reddened eyes and the magic slipping from her fingers, and you look at her in defiance.

- Come on, do it. - You tease. - I dare you.

- Girls! - shouted Natasha as she turned into the hallway, and quickly got between you and Wanda, putting her hands on her shoulders to calm her down. Wanda blinked in confusion, lowered her hands and her eyes returned to normal. - You two have lost your minds, haven't you?

Your heart was racing, and you thought it was the adrenaline. Licking your lips, you let out a laugh and gave Wanda one last angry glance before turning and heading for your room.

//-//

Steve was really serious about the suspension. The vast majority of the team was out of the tower heading to some city in Europe, and you and Wanda were basically grounded in the tower while Steve left Bucky checking up on you two.

At that point Bucky assigned you and Wanda to train together, and you didn't understand how the best alternative to resolve conflicts was to make you fight, but you didn't question it.

- I want a clean fight, girls. - He said sitting on the stool beside the mat, while you and Wanda climbed into the ring from opposite sides.

- Tell it to the little witch, there. - You retort, looking at Wanda, and she frowns at you.

- You're really going to piss me off before you fight me, aren't you?

You roll your eyes, getting into a defensive position. Bucky lets out a chuckle, getting to his feet. He picks up two sticks, and hands one to each of you.

- You two need to practice using bladed weapons. - He explains and sits back down.

And then you advance on Wanda, who narrowly defends your blow. She counterattacks with the stick towards your legs, but you jump and throw the stick at her, who ducks quickly. You take two steps back, preparing to attack, and as you launch a series of quick strikes which Wanda fights back, you manage to trip her, and watch with a wry smile as she falls backwards onto the ground looking extremely annoyed. But your smile dies when Wanda punches the tatami and her magic escapes, throwing you away.

You fall backwards, feeling your whole body boiling with rage, and get up quickly, but Bucky has already stepped onto the tatami and gets in front of you before you can reach Wanda, who has also gotten up.

- Let's just calm down, okay? - He says seriously, looking between the two of you. - A five-minute break? And no magic next time.

Wanda rolls her eyes, turning to leave the mat. You start to take off your training gloves. 

- What's the matter with you two? - Bucky asks looking really curious. You roll your eyes impatiently.

- I don't want to argue about this again.

Bucky lets out a sigh, leaving the ring. You look around, and notice that Wanda is in the corner of the room, drinking some water. She is sweaty, and her hair is disheveled, and you look down at her exposed collarbone, feeling your throat suddenly dry. You imagine yourself kissing and biting the exposed skin as she moans your name. You blink, trying to push these thoughts away, and then step out of the ring.

- I don't want to practice anymore. - You announce it before you leave. You think Bucky says something, but you have already left the academy.

//-//

Bucky decided to try a different tactic to improve your relationship with Wanda. He described it as a trust technique, which was something he and Sam tried for a while. 

So here you were in one of the empty rooms of the complex, sitting in a chair facing Wanda. Both of you had your arms crossed.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Bucky, standing in front of you. - I'm going to ask you some simple questions, and I need you to answer them honestly.

- Yes, sir. - You retort with mild irony, but Bucky doesn't mind.

- Y/N can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You let out a dry laugh. But seeing Bucky's expression, you realize that you are going to have to answer.

- I like it when she shuts up. - You retort, and Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh.

- And I like it when you are not around.

- And I...

- Enough! - Bucky interrupts angrily, pressing his fingers to his forehead. - Let's try something else then. I have brought you a list of questions.

- This should be interesting. - You sneer as Bucky walks up to the living room table behind the papers.

When he reaches for the papers, he decides to stand against the table, looking at you.

- Well, Wanda. Tell me, what behavior do you think Y/N should change towards you?

Wanda smiles wryly.

- I wish she wouldn't talk to me.

- That's fine with me. - You retort grumpily, and Wanda looks at you angrily. Bucky sighs with impatience.

- I am serious. - He says. - Do you even know when this conflict started?

You laugh.

- I'm not the one who brought the enemy back to the team. - You point to the time when Wanda fought alongside Ultron.

- Seriously? - She replies incredulously. - Of course you had to bring that back.

- They are just facts.

- The only fact here is that you are an arrogant jerk...

- You just know two adjectives, don't you? - You mockingly interrupt.

- Oh, I have other adjectives for you, yes. - She retorts with irritation, starting to list them on her fingers as she speaks. - Immature, rude, selfish...

- Don't forget hot. - You hit back with a smile, and Wanda rolls her eyes, but before she can continue, Bucky gets up from the table.

- Okay, you guys are going to do the silent exercise. - he says. - Five minutes looking into each other's eyes. Now.

- You're kidding, right? - You retort incredulously, but Bucky's expression is serious.

- Now. - He repeats and you roll your eyes before looking away from him to Wanda.

It's weird, especially in the first few seconds. She looks at you with an impassive face, and you look at her with the same expression. And then you realize that she has very beautiful eyes. Has it been five minutes, you think, starting to feel strange. You hold your gaze, but your thoughts start to wander, and you imagine that you want to leave. But looking at Wanda like this, your thoughts begin to take a completely different turn.

You imagine Wanda sweating like that day at practice, only this time she's with her legs spread wide while you fuck her on your bed. Then you imagine her spreading her legs for you now still sitting in her chair, while you kneel down and touch her until she loses all control.

You also imagine pushing her down on the table, fucking her until her scream. 

And then a noise startles you, and you blink in confusion, looking away.

- Damn, sorry. - Says Bucky looking at his cell phone that is ringing and vibrating in his hand. - It's Steve. It might be about the mission. Try not to kill yourselves while I talk to him.

Bucky rushes to answer it and out of the room, and you let out an impatient sigh. Getting up, you walk over to the desk, looking at the notes he has made.

- Couple therapy techniques. - You read aloud with irony. - This is a joke.

- We wouldn't be here if you weren't such a pain in the ass.

- Yes, it's all my fault. - You retort, throwing the papers on the table and leaning on the furniture. 

- Are you implying that this is my fault? - she replies angrily. - You're the one who has hated me for no reason since I came here!

You blink in surprise and then you're laughing. You never hated Wanda. Your laughter seemed to irritate her even more because she stood up and assumed an aggressive posture.

- Did I tell a joke, by any chance? Why the hell are you laughing? - She asked irritated, you bit your lips, she was hot as hell with her jaw clenched.

- Why don't you take a peek into my mind and find out? - You challenged, looking at her with intensity.

Wanda looked slightly surprised, but didn't flinch. And then her eyes turned red, and you showed her exactly how you felt about her.

You moving towards her, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her mouth firmly. Your tongue in her mouth, as she moaned against you. Your hands going down a little, steadying her before lifting her onto your lap to carry her to the table and have her sit down without breaking the kiss. 

Once seated, you would move your kisses down her collarbone, sucking on her skin until it was red and sensitive, while your hands went inside her shirt at the waist and up to her breasts. You imagined Wanda moaning in your ear, asking you to touch her. And then you would. 

Guiding your hand up her thigh, you would lift her skirt, running your fingers along her skin, until you touched her where she wanted you to. And you would kiss her hard when you reached it, hard enough to make her lose her direction. 

You would start by superficially caressing her through her panties, until she began to tremble and push her hips against you.

Then you would push the panties aside, and penetrate her all at once, feeling her hot and wet in your fingers, while she moaned loudly against you.

You would bring your hand to her hair, pulling gently to expose the collarbone you wanted so badly to kiss, while Wanda would get overwhelmed with such intense satisfaction. You would push your fingers into her until her walls tightened around you, and she began to spasm, whimpering."

Wanda stumbled backwards with a surprised exclamation and a breathless sigh, the sound of the door opening and Bucky entering the room woke her up. You licked your lips, feeling extremely turned on by the playfulness.

- I see you didn't kill yourselves while I was away. - said the soldier, putting away his cell phone. Then he looked up at you two, and frowned. - Is everything okay?

You cleared your throat, trying to smile. But then Wanda spoke first.

- Everything's great. - Her voice came out a little hoarse. - We talked a little while you were out there. - She lies, but you cover it up. - Y/N and I are going out together for a while, to try to resolve this situation without involving the team.

Bucky looks really surprised, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing, and then Bucky smiles.

- Wow, that's great news! - He says - I am proud of you guys.

- Can we go now? - Wanda asks looking anxious. 

- Sure, go ahead. - He says, still smiling. Wanda looks at you and the gleam in her eyes makes your stomach turn with anxiety.

You walk silently out of the hallway, and there is such tension in the air that it is hard to breathe.

About five minutes later, you are in your room, settling your differences in the best possible way.

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(Requested) Hawks x reader

@chxcolxtemilk: Can I get an imagine with Hawks where the reader is his gf, and she got a BODY. She’s hourglass, slim thicc. Anyways. So during that intern arc where Bakugou and todoroki are like interning with Endeveour and it’s like a meeting and the work students are there and they all think reader fine af, but like mineta takes it overboard and hawks gets protective. Especially since readers hero costume shows off her curves please! Have a nice day ❤️

I read “slim thick” reader and my eyes went 👀👀👀-also sorry if this is a little wonky in the canon timeline cause my brain can’t function 😂😂

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⤷Word Count: 1200+ (?-Im just guessing here sidfnsdifiw)

⤷Warnings: Pervy Mineta, cursing, the usallllll

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Hawks stood in the back of the room, his arms crossed around his lean yet sturdy body, a smirk gracing his lips as he watched you speak with a loud welcoming voice to the newbies.

Hero schools across the nation were starting up their students for internships with hero agencies, and UA was no different. Countless teachers from that high school were shuffling their kids into agencies, and it was one of your duties to greet the students that were about to enter their internships for the other pros. It saved alot of time when one hero told the kids the do’s and don’ts of their internship, so you had sorta graciously took the role (you had lost a match of Rock Paper Scissors to Hawks and you were fuming).

Only you could make public speaking interesting to him-especially when you were in your hero suit (even if it sounded pretty perverted).

He couldnt help himself from letting his eyes wander around your frame- you were dating after all, it wasnt like you wouldnt want him to...but damn was that hero suit a blessing to his eyes. Whoever designed it, he wished he could perosnally thank them for making it so perfectly sexy on your frame.

 Your quirk relied on you to show a little more skin, as you needed to physically touch things in order to activate it. Which made it the perfect for Hawks (and others) to gawk at your curvacious figure- deep swoops on your chest, high cuts against your leg that showed off your hips, an expanse of the soft skin of your thigh….it was absolutely tantalizing to him and left his whole body throbbing every time he saw you in your suit.

Hawks felt his heart thump in his chest from the back of the room as he watched you bend down, apparently having dropped a piece of paper on the floor.

How you bent down gave the best view of your chest-the mounds pushed up so delciosuly he licked his lips from the sight- and then the nervous, innocent laugh you gave as you fiddled with your hair- god, you really just the most beautiful little birdie, werent you?

Hawks loveisck grin quickly melted away when he heard a slow whistle come from the seat in fornt of him- apparently somebody else found his little chickadee pretty too…

Immeidately Hawks felt his the feathers on his back ruffle- he usually wasnt protective at all, as long as  everyone knew that you were his and his only.

But oh, the moment he got a whiff of someone trying to flirt or be smitten with you-he immeidately did a 180, becoming fussy and dominant as he shielded you or sent the person a death glare behind a strained smile. 

“...could you imagine snuggling into her boobs? They must be so soft….” he heard a nasally, boyish voice whisper to his friend next to him, a few seats to his right.

Well-that was pretty fucking creepy.

Hawk’s head swiveled around, trying to find the voice. He was trying his best to not let his emotions do something rash-he didnt want to throw you off your task by doing something stupid. He was pretty known for his outgoing and filter-less peronality, so it was taking everything in him to just be calm for once, for your sake. Hawks quietly began to walk behind the seats of the kids, trying to find the owner of the voice.

“Ohhhh I would do anything for her if I could call her Mommy just once-”

The hell was this kid?! And how old was he to be making such nasty ass comments??

Hawks felt his cheeks flush, his eyes darting around, finaly landing on a student who seemed to be whispering to his friend with electric yellow hair.

He recognizied the kid with the bright hair- you had taken him on as a intern, his name was… Kalimari? Kanimari? 

He didnt quite remmeber, and frankly didnt really care that much as his eyes were trained on the kid next to him- he was so short, only his hair was visible from the seat- if you could it hair. Three balls of messy purple spheres were planted on his head as he leaned into the boy next to him.

“Hey Kaminari you think you wanna switch interns? Ill do anything, anything to just be next to her…”

“No way man!” the kid “Kaminari” whisiper yelled at him, “I landed a total babe as a intern, Im not loosing that-”

Hawks blinked a few times in complete shock- now this kid too! He knew you were a hit with the men (because hell he was a total fanboy before meeting you just because of how hot you were), but god he didnt realize you were popular with the teens too! It made sense, boys were pretty, well- interested- in women alot more at this age, but still- it bothered him how possessive he was getting because of these boys.

“Ahh please Denki!”

“Nah Mineta youre crazy!”

So his name was Mineta...Hawks leaned against the wall, his hands fidgeting as he tried to stay calm.

He might be petty enough to give a small call to his intern and see how he can make his life a little hellish….

Hawks drew his gaze back to you, hoping that maybe watching you speak will calm him down...but the kid wouldnt let up.

The whole time you were talking “Mineta” made every comment in the book, wondering “if you liked short guys”, “how big your butt was”, even asking if you had modeled lingerie….Hawks was pratically mortified for you.

Were all guys liked this? Cause god, if it was, he was going to have a problem...he felt his chest fluff out in dominance, his feathers pratically vibrating from agitation because of how possessive he was feeling and he couldnt do a single thing.

He watched you looked around the crowd, a soft radiant smile on your lips.

“Does anyone have any questions?” you asked as you peered up at the students.

Mineta instantly raised his hand, Hawks stomach churning with dread.

Unaware of the situation Hawks had just witnessed, you gave to boy a bright grin. 

“Yes?” you asked goodnaturedly.

Mineta sniffled, his voice nasally and somewhat desperate sounding. 

“Yeah I had a question- um, how big are you boo-”

Haha, nope.

Hawks instantly sent a bunch of feathers zooming towards Mineta, each one ramming into his open mouth. The force took over his frail body, the sight almost comical as his eyes grew wide with fear as he began to lean back, his pudgy hands flailing.

Hawks felt a small part of him inflate with dirty pride from his little trick, a lazy grin gracing his lips as everyone in the room turned around to watch him with complete shock.

“Sorry about that kiddos, had to just demonstrate somehting for you guys real quick...” Hawks looked down at you, your face blushing yet riddled with conufsion. He sent you a small smile, giving you a quick wink- “Ill tell you later” was written on his face as he turned his attention back to the students in fornt of him. 

“...when you intern with your heroes, show them some respect...cause words get around when you talk out of place-”

The Mineta kid turned around, sputtered coughs dribbling out of his mouth as he picked fluffs of feather off his tongue. His eyes widened as he turned around and realized what was going on, the #2 hero giving him the deadliest glare imaginable. 

Hawks could almost feel sympathy for the kid-almost. He must have realized who had shut him, after all, you two were dating (and Hawks had made sure that everyone knew that).

Hawks sauntered over, a dark grin wrapping against his complexion as he kneeled down to get to the kids level.

“I’d watch what you say, kid- my feathers can get sharper when I want them to,” 

A gulp could be heard from Mineta, his skin paling as the #2 hero, the one dating the pretty herione in front of him, had pretty much threatened him.

Yeah, he stayed quiet after that.

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[rohondra]

Firsts || Izuku Midoriya

a/n: this is for another bnharem discord collab!! the prompt was “Pen Pals”. I’m pretty content with how this came out and I’m super excited to write a bit more considering I got a computer!! I’m hoping to do a pt2 hehe. god bless the people in my haikyuu server who swooped in and saved the day every time I had a brain far. 

rating: n*fw 18+

word count: just over 2k

warnings: virgin!Reader, daddy kink yes again ok I have a problem, FaceTime sex, mutual masturbation, big buff Izuku

all characters are aged up when I write and I take no credit for the images I post w said writings unless stated otherwise.

PLEASE CHECK OUT EVERYONES AMAZING FICS FOR THIS COLLAB!!!

A notification from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Field Office Discord server you were a part of popped up on your phone. It was an announcement that they would be randomly selecting pen pals as an event to get people more connected during this pandemic, of course you had the option to opt out, but the idea of doing something so “risky” excited you. You held your breath and reacted with a thumbs up, butterflies instantly flooding your stomach.

Just under an hour later one of the admins sent you a pm;

-Hey! Thanks so much for joining our penpals event. Social distancing is a pain in the ass, but hopefully this will lighten your spirits! We paired you with @/izuku#2485. Xx

Being the nosy son of a bitch you were, you immediately typed his user into the server and checked his activity within it- specifically the “#pictures” channel, but found nothing. Just as you were about to send him a friend request, you got a notification of another pm.. Oddly enough from him;

-Hi, we got paired for the penpal event! It’s okay if you don’t want to send your address to a complete stranger, I get it haha.

The butterflies returned as you pressed the request button, and immediately saw it change from “pending” to “send message”.

~Hi! If I’m honest it’s just my college address lol, nothing too risky.

-College huh? Me too. I was afraid you were going to end up being a minor and then I’d feel kind of weird ha. What school?

~Do not fear, I am in fact legal. Even if it is by 8 months lol. ASU! Yourself?

-Arizona huh? Interesting, I’m actually finishing my senior year at Iowa State.

Your stomach flipped, anxiety coursing through your veins at the last message. Senior?! What if this guy was like, 40?? No, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be living on campus at that age.. But he never specified he was living in a dorm. You closed Discord and moved onto what seemed to be the never ending flood of assignments, two of which were due that night.

A notification popped up on your computer mid essay;

-Don’t wanna be pushy. Here’s my address if you decide to write me.(:

You chewed at your bottom lip, weighing the consequences. It couldn’t be that bad of an idea right? He seemed nice, not pervy at all.. Fuck it.

“Hello! It’s your good old pal from the Marvel server. If I'm honest I'm not that good at these things, haha. This letter will be pretty short, but tell me- who’s your favorite Marvel character? Feel free to gush! I’m looking forward to hearing back from you.

From,

Y/N”

-

Two weeks later your RA slipped the envelope under your door, “MAIL!!!” she yelled before hurrying to the next room to deliver. Your heart fluttered as you opened it, admiring his clean handwriting;

“Hi. Alls good, I’m pretty awkward myself ha. My name is Izuku Midoriya! My friends call me Deku. Y/N is a nice name.

Honestly, it’s kind of cliche but Captain America has to be my favorite. I’m a bit of a Marvel junkie. I’ve seen every movie, have the entire Captain America comic series, own a Marvel Encyclopedia, plus almost every Marvel funko pop they’ve released.. Now that I think of it I’m definitely more than “a bit” obsessed ha. How about you? If it’s easier for you, you could just message me on discord.

-Izuku”

You giggled as you opened the app on your phone.

~Hi! I just got your letter. Seems to me you’re DEFINITELY obsessed lol but that’s okay, me too. I’m obsessed with Captain America. Chris Evans? *cheff kiss*”

-Hey. That’s so funny! I aspire to look like him one day haha. Taking it one day at a time, but this pandemic is making it difficult rip. You wanna add me on snapchat? I probably came off as some creepy perv ha. @/deku_zuku.”

From that point on, you two became OBSESSED with each other. Deku was an extremely gorgeous, freckled man with colored, fluffy green hair. You thought your sleep schedule was already fucked because of the pandemic? Sike, now it really was. You were staying up until 5am snapchatting him, interacting with him on discord, texting him, etc. You just couldn’t get enough of each other.

Your favorite snapchats from him were his post workout selfies. You loved the way his skin glistened, his muscular body littered in scars and freckles. More often than not you screenshot them and definitely got off to them, but you could never tell him that. It was embarassing to think about how most nights you laid in bed pumping a dildo inside of yourself desperately calling his name, imagining it was him fucking your tight virgin pussy.

As you were getting lost in imagining scenarios your phone began ringing, oh fuck he was FaceTimeing you.

You quickly sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and setting your phone against a book for support before answering.

“H-hi! Sorry I wasn’t expecting you to FaceTime me ha.”

Izuku grinned ear to ear, “No I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, but you look great so I mean.. No complaints from me with how you look.”

Red tinted your cheeks, “A-ah thank you. You’re pretty good looking yourself.”

Izuku’s eyes narrowed, “Did I catch you at uh- a bad time?”

You tilted your head in confusion, “No? I mean I was trying to catch up on some stuff but other than I wasn’t doing anything important.”

“Ha, that looks pretty important. You also look a little flushed.”

When your eyes followed his on your screen your cheeks immediately lit on fire and you shifted to cover the dildo you carelessly left on the parallel night stand.

“So that’s why you’ve been screenshotting my pictures huh? I never would’ve taken Y/n to be such a slut.” he smirked.

He could feel his cock begin weep at the sight, he couldn’t help but palm himself. What if you got off to him? Thinking about how your little moans might sound when they slip out of your mouth made his cock pulse, he wanted to make you moan. He wanted to be the reason you came undone.

You tried to defend yourself, slightly annoyed by the derogatory term he referred to you as, “I- no. It isn’t like th-”

He cut you off, his voice having dropped an octave, “It’s okay baby, tell me what you think about.. I wanna hear what gets you off with those pictures.”

Hands came up to cover your face, you felt like you were going to puke- this was too embarrassing. His screen went to “paused” and you heard shuffling from his end. Within seconds you received a picture of Izuku in the mirror, his large hand barely covering his erect penis and his shirt between his teeth. He chuckled, “How about now princess? What makes that pretty pussy tighten around your toy?”

Slick slipped from your previously abused cunt, he sounded so delicious and looked even more delicious. When you spoke, your voice came out as a squeak, “I-I uh, I can’t tell you! It’s embarrassing.” If you could light on fire, it would’ve already happened. In fact, you wish you could. If you’re lucky the entire dorm might catch ablaze as well so all evidence is ruined.

A deep chuckle echoed from your phone speaker, “Embarrassed? It’s not like you’re a blushing virgin baby.”

There was a pause as you lowered your hands, your nose scrunched from the humility and one eye shut, “.. And if I told you I was?”

Izuku felt his member pulse yet again, precum gliding from his slit. That almost sent him over the edge, there was no way someone as breathtaking as you hadn’t been with anyone. Fuck, he could take your innocence and ruin you for any other man. He could make you his own and have you milking his thick cock every night, screaming his name and begging for more.

A meak sigh pulled him from his fantasies as you spoke up, “Sorry if that makes me less appealing.” He was quick to follow up, “N-no. God no. That,” he sighed,” fuck that’s honestly hot.”

Boldness coursed through him as his hand lazily pumped his shaft, “That just means I can be all your firsts.. Here, give me a minute.”

Your heart sank for a minute when the FaceTime ended, but fluttered once again when another call from him came through. This time though, it was from his laptop. He smirked before rolling back in his computer chair, his cock twitching against his stomach anxious for attention.

Desire burnt within him at the sight of you, eyebrows raised and eyes enlarged with pupils blown while you licked your lips. Izuku couldn’t help as his hand encircled his shaft once again, “What is it you think about baby? Me kissing and licking all over your body? My fingers pumping in and out of you while my tongue plays with your nipple?” He began a generous pace of pumping himself before his next taunt, “Maybe my tongue playing with your clit?”

A soft moan fell from your lips as you nodded, “A-all of that. ‘Zuku c-can I please touch myself?” You gasped as you watched precum flow from his tip at your words. He nodded, “Please do.”

You sat back, lifting your hips just enough to slip your panties off, nervously looking at him. All caution was thrown to the wind when Izuku groaned, “Ah, be a good girl for me baby.”

You made sure your full body was in view before grabbing the toy and lowering it between your thighs, which were now covered in a thin layer of your arousal. Squeezing your eyes shut you opened your legs and gently pushed until the dildo was fully sheathed inside of you.

Opening your eyes you were greeted with the most sinful sight, Izuku Midoriya quickly gliding his hand up and down his cock with his chest heaving, his body sheen with sweat.  You let a high pitched moan, your name resonating slowly from his chest. With every thrust your wrist made, a coil began to form inside your belly, it all seemed so familiar but was far more exhilarating knowing that someone else was watching.

“Just think about when that’ll be my cock splitting you in half. Shit- close your eyes for me, start playing with your clit and imagine it's me.” You nodded in response, unable to form words.

Obeying his command, it felt like electricity struck you when your finger made contact. The coil was now fully formed and threatened to burst with every movement.

“I need to cum, p-please.”

“Yeah? Only if you beg for daddy to let you.” He smirked as he watched your thighs tense for a moment.

“A-ah.. please! Please let me finish. Please d-daddy, need to so bad.”

Izuku felt his orgasm quickly approaching with each shaky word spilling from your beautiful lips, “Yeah baby, you can cum now. Let me see the pretty faces you make.”

SNAP

You were gone, your body lost to the ocean of ecstacy ripping through you as you rode the waves of your release.

He sat forward, studying the way your face contorted and how your cunt sucked the toy in as far as possible. The thought of you milking the absolute hell out of his cock sent him over the edge, head thrown back with spurts of cum covering his beautifully toned chest and stomach.

Eyes twitched trying to focus from the intensity of your orgasm as you came down from euphoria.

As Izuku  began cleaning himself off he spoke up, “So you’ve genuinely never done that kind of stuff before?” You shook your head before sitting up to sling a large t-shirt over your body, “Nope, when I said I was a virgin I mean like V I R G I N.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “Crazy. I have some assignments I need to do, if you want you could keep me company?”

You pulled a pillow under your chin and hugged it.  “I have some work to do too, so I guess that’ll work.” You giggled. He twirled a pen between his fingers before bringing it up to chew on, “And once we call it quits for the evening, how about we check off some more ‘firsts’ for you?”

#bnha smut #bnharem collab #midoriya izuku #reader x izuku #reader x midoriya #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #ro writes

[elisaphoenix13]

Delusional (Ch.1)

Okay, so this is something that won't be for everyone. It's a trope that me and my friends got into while RPing so this was born. I think this will be one of those fics that I'll only continue if there's enough interest. Let me know what you think!

Tony had been pissed when his parents told him that his mother was pregnant. He had no idea what possessed them to think having another kid was a good idea when they could barely pay attention to the one they already had, and he even said that. It ended up turning into an argument between him and Howard and Tony gave them both the cold shoulder for the entirety of Maria's pregnancy. Whether it was because of her age or possibly because of Tony's ongoing silent treatment stressing her out, his mother went into labor a month early. Tony couldn't even bring himself to visit his parents or the new baby at the hospital, but they eventually came home with his new baby brother that he almost considered ignoring completely.

But then he realized that would make him exactly like Howard.

So when his parents went gallivanting off to some party one day, leaving their preemie baby in the hands of the maid, Tony finally decided to properly meet his brother. A seventeen year age difference wasn't unheard of, but it still felt weird to walk into the nursery with the knowledge that the baby inside was a sibling. He decided he would make sure the baby was still alive and then go back to his bedroom to study for his physics final, but when he approached the crib the baby was sleeping in...he softened.

His baby brother slept peacefully on his back with his arms stretched out on both sides of his head and every so often snuffled in his sleep. He wasn't covered with a blanket and he vaguely recalled hearing that he shouldn't be at his age, but he was at least dressed warmly in tiny blue footie pajamas. He had wisps of dark hair that looked like they would be soft to the touch and Tony was tempted to reach out and see but he refrained. He didn't want to disturb the baby.

Tony had been so focused on ignoring Howard that he had to wrack his brain for his brother's name, which he knew his mother had told him. He was pretty sure he had been studying at the time and was only half listening, but it eventually came to him.

Scott.

Scott Harris Stark.

It was barely seconds later that the baby started to fuss and Tony looked around a little lost before finally giving in and leaning down to scoop him up. Tony was a goner after that. Scott's hair was just as soft as it looked and Tony was worried he could break his brother if he so much as sneezed. It didn't stop him from taking over most of the responsibilities of caring for Scott from that moment on though. Tony did his research, watched his mother, and even asked the maid for advice, but soon he was changing diapers. He fed Scott, stayed up for hours on end when he was colicky or sick, dressed him, played with him…

Tony was determined to make sure Scott had the love and attention he was deprived of. At least Maria tried with both of them.

But when Scott was just under a year old, tragedy struck. Both their parents died in a car accident on the way to a party, leaving Tony alone with his infant brother. Fortunately he was freshly eighteen so he could have legal guardianship over Scott and Tony had Rhodey and Obadiah for support and help with the company he now had control over. Scott always came first though. Tony made sure he had a decent childhood despite the fact that he easily got sick, and the adorable smiles he got in return were well worth it as Scott grew up.

So was the boy's first word. Dad. Tony never corrected him since he did raise Scott, and his brother never knew their parents. So as far as Scott knew, Tony was his father and Tony made sure to hide away the truth. As far as he was concerned, the lie wasn't hurting Scott and it was partly true in a sense.

He didn't expect it to be easy and it wasn't. Because Scott was born premature, he had special needs in the form of allergies (both food and environmental), asthma, and he even got sick constantly. Most days found Scott in Tony's room because the boy whined whenever Tony tried to put him in his own room, and he was terrified Scott would stop breathing in the middle of the night. Scott slept in Tony's bed until well into his grade school years when he finally started to grow out of his need to be near his father. Tony was still nervous and checked on Scott before he went to bed and at least once in the middle of the night when he woke up.

When Tony first found out Scott was allergic to peanuts, he was a wreck. He threatened the doctors to help his kid when he heard Scott wheezing for breath, and when the boy was finally recovering, he demanded they do whatever they had to do to check for any allergies he might have had. Tony didn't think he could handle seeing Scott as sick as he was again. The wheezing, the hives, the overall misery his little boy had been in…

It turned out Scott was severely allergic to all types of nuts. Peanuts, cashews, almonds, walnuts...if it was a nut, Scott couldn't have it. That was easy enough to plan meals around but then there was also shellfish, sesame, parsley, and pineapple. Whenever they went out to eat, Tony scrutinized every ingredient on the menu if it was available, and if it wasn't, he demanded to talk to the chefs. Fortunately once he learned what food Scott could have, it became second nature.

Tony always made sure to carry an inhaler and epipen with him, had extras held for Scott at school, and more in the boy's backpack. He taught Scott as early as possible what he couldn't eat because it would make him very sick and for the most part, things went well enough. There was only one incident at school when Scott unknowingly ate something he wasn't supposed to, but he was quickly treated with one of his pens and sent to the hospital. Scott was quick to bounce back from that since the school staff had been prepared, so the only constant issue was his asthma.

Scott never let it slow him down and Tony swore he was going to either go gray at 25 or suffer heart failure. The little boy was constantly climbing everything, and Tony once had to pull him off the bookcase that he managed to climb up to the fifth shelf. The fifth shelf. Rhodey had his fair share of retrieving Scott from high places whenever he visited too.

Before Tony knew it, Scott had grown into a young man with a talent for hacking and engineering and had a penchant for tacos, oranges, and lollipops. He helped Tony with a lot of his projects but absolutely refused to help with anything related to weapons. Scott never liked violence and always hated that Stark Industries was solely based on weapons making. Tony never faulted him for it.

"Scott, have you seen my--?" Tony stops mid sentence when he looks over at the young man and finds him at his computers with his feet kicked up on a small part of the desk, dozing with a lollipop in his mouth. "Oh, that's safe."

He walks over and takes the lollipop out of Scott's mouth and he jolts awake. "Hey! I was eating that!" Scott complains.

"Yeah, you were very proactive about it. I didn't raise you for 21 years so you could choke and die because you fell asleep with candy in your mouth." Tony rolls his eyes and sticks the candy back in Scott's mouth before he could protest. "Now have you seen that little screwdriver you like to steal?"

"You had it last, and I've been busy updating Jarvis's code." Scott answers.

"I saw that. I guess you're so good you can do it in your sleep."

"It was uploading!" Scott drops his feet to the ground with an annoyed huff. "And I told you I wouldn't help you with your stupid weapons. That includes finding misplaced tools."

"Fine, fine."

Tony tries fixing the cow lick in Scott's hair and rolls his eyes when it only floofs back into place. He learned very early on that his kid's hair was untameable but that didn't stop Tony from trying. Hair gel, pomade, hair spray...none of it could contain and style Scott's hair. The cow lick worked for him though so Tony wasn't too obsessed with trying to find something to keep it in place.

"Well while you wait for your new code to upload, why don't you make me a sandwich?" Tony says. "I gotta get the Jericho prototype finished tonight."

Scott frowns. "Why do they want you to fly all the way out to Afghanistan? What's wrong with how you usually sell this stuff?"

"It's just for a couple of days volpino. Now where's my tuna sandwich?" Tony asks.

"Probably in the fridge. It's deconstructed." Scott says as he leaves the lab.

"Oh, haha. Funny. I like mine constructed so get on it. Chop chop."

Tony smirks when he hears Scott mumble something under his breath along the lines "slave driver", but with no heat. Things had gotten easier as Scott got older but he never really grew out of his physical problems. He still had his food and environmental allergies, his asthma, and even his tendency to get sick, but that had mostly been remedied when Tony moved them to Malibu. The warm weather helped with that and Scott didn't get sick nearly as often as he did in New York, and that had been a huge relief for the both of them. Tony only wished he had thought of it sooner.

When Scott comes back with the sandwich and sets it nearby for Tony, the man looks up at him and rolls his eyes when he finds the younger man drinking out of a juice box. "You know you can have beer now right?"

"Juice is better." Scott says. "When are you leaving tomorrow?"

"You'll probably still be asleep. Even if I leave late." Tony grabs the sandwich and takes a bite. "So try not to blow up the lab while I'm gone." He adds around his mouthful.

"That's no fun." Scott says sarcastically. "Pepper called by the way. She said she has some paperwork for you to look at before you leave."

Tony groans. "Tell her I'm not home."

"It'll be true in a few hours anyway."

"Don't underestimate Pepper. She'll be waiting on the tarmac for me to look at those papers if she has to." Tony grumbles and then looks up at Scott with a suspicious smile that makes his son narrow his eyes at him. "You're 21. Maybe it's time to start giving you some responsibility with the company."

"I do. It's called making sure my dad doesn't blow himself up because he writes codes when he's half asleep. How are we still alive?"

"Rhodey and Happy." Tony replies dryly before whapping Scott upside the head. "Don't sass me."

Scott rubs the back of his head as he walks back over to his personal workstation to check on the progress of the code. When he had shown an interest in engineering and computers, Tony had immediately set up Scott's own work area with age appropriate equipment that he either replaced or updated as Scott got older. He was good at it too. Tony couldn't count the number of times he got calls from the FBI asking him to get Scott to stop leaving them viruses with laughing cat videos or something. They were always harmless and easily fixed, so Tony's response was to tell them to update their security so Scott couldn't get in.

Apparently they had yet to find a way to keep Scott out and Tony wasn't about to take away one of his son's very few joys in life. As long as it all stayed harmless, Tony would look the other way. He knew Scott was very capable of hacking into pretty much anything, and he was glad his kid was a pacifist. Because Scott was definitely very capable of getting his hands on nuke codes.

Tony actually wouldn't be surprised if Scott had already gone in and changed them.

Some whirring pulls Tony out of his thoughts and he looks over at the kitchenette to find DUM-E making smoothies again. A quick glance told him that there was at least peanut butter and almond milk in it so it wasn't safe for baby boy consumption.

"Hey! Are you trying to kill your little brother with that?" Tony asks and DUM-E beeps sadly when the blender goes off. "You know he can't have nuts!"

"There goes my social life." Scott says and Tony makes a face.

"I don't want to hear about that."

"Says the man whose one night stands I had to chase away."

Tony laughs. "To be fair, it was funny to see them get creeped out when you just stood in the kitchen and stared at them while drinking your juice box."

"...yeah. That was pretty fun." Scott admits.

"Sir, Miss Potts is on her way down." JARVIS says and Tony groans.

"Ugh the dreaded secretary with her paperwork."

There's a few beeps before the lab door hisses open and then the sound of heels clicking across the linoleum.

"Tony-"

"I know," he sighs. "Paperwork. Give it to Scott."

Pepper places the small stack next to his arm. "He's too busy making sure you don't blow yourself up."

"You know I had to teach him how to do that right?"

"And now he's better than you." Pepper says and Scott cackles.

"Ouch. My pride." Tony clutches at his chest in mock hurt.

"Please just look at this and sign. It won't even take you ten minutes." Pepper sighs.

"I trust you."

"Nice try."

#tony stark #scott lang #pepper potts

[gisachi]

Surprise Me, Surprise You (Happy Shinichi Day! 05.04.20) (ShinRan. Drabble. College. Roommates.)

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(Many months after the Blackout incident…)

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He is out late again.

Going back to their apartment a little past midnight has slowly turned into a routine. School work, on top of detective work, is such a pain. The only thing he’s grateful for is the fact that he likes his major, Criminology, so damn much. Had it been otherwise, the reason for going home late for the past few days will be because of a real case of homicide, not because of a simulated midterm project geared to identify fingerprints, blood splatters, and wounds for his Forensics class.

Not that he wants more homicides to happen. Well. Real, unsolved cases make him feel alive. Not school requirements.

He shuffles for his keys and opens the front door quietly, careful not to make any unnecessary sound that might disrupt the sleep of his roommate.

Roommate slash childhood friend slash most favorite person in the world —

— Platonically. Or so he forces himself to believe.

The light in the living room is still open, much to his confusion. He walks to the light switch, only to stop short upon seeing a figure sleeping soundly by the dining table.

Ah. There she goes again.

He shrugs and approaches the woman. She looks so peaceful sleeping like a log that for a moment he debates on whether or not to wake her up or just drape her with a blanket. But whatever decision he thinks of becomes moot upon hearing a tired sigh, followed by a long, disconcerted yawn.

He almost snorts at how ridiculous she looks as she stretches her limbs while wearing that striped party hat on her head.

“Nn...Shinichi?”

“Mhm,” he pulls up a seat, eyes half lidded, his elbows on the table as one palm couches his cheek. “You fell asleep here. Again. How tired are you on a daily basis?”

She rubs her eyes, attempting to ride them off of sleepiness.

“What time is it?”

“12:25 AM.”

“Twel... EH?!”

Like a panic-stricken child, Ran stands upright, droopiness gone in an instant. She glances at her phone and her face whitens. After hurriedly sending a mail, she pulls out a match from her back pocket and lights a small candle sticking out from the center of a finely baked pie, which has surprisingly gone unnoticed in front of him.

Shinichi watches in quiet amazement as Ran lifts the pastry and brings it near his face.

“Ha-... Happy birthday, Shinichi!”

Shinichi blinks owlishly.

It’s my birthday?

“It’s your birthday, you moron!” Ran answers, like she has just read his mind.

“Oh.” He looks at the pie in front of him, then at her. “It is...Oh. Okay.”

She rolls her eyes and releases a groan. “Geez. I knew it, you forgot your birthday again!” She slides back to her chair in defeat. “You never really care for occasions like this, do you?”

He smiles apologetically.

“Well, worry not,” she places the pie on the table, “because that’s what I’m here for. To remind you!”

For a detective geek’s best friend, this girl’s pretty painstakingly persistent. He has known this since they were young, remembering the many times she’d coax him into eating, drinking, and sleeping, everytime his detective brain got the best of him. Some people would give up easily, but not her. Although her ramblings were never guaranteed to work on him all the time, she remained relentless in reminding him to do human things because he’s, you know, human, and if she won’t, no one else will.

Somehow, this trait of hers has grown on him and admittedly, he finds it kinda nice. She’s like his own personal alarm clock. When he finds himself too engrossed in unworldly interests, or lost in track for whatever reason, her smiling face will randomly pop up in his head to tell him to breathe. Rest. Take it easy. Then he’ll do it and be okay again.

That’s one of the many reasons why he considers her his most favorite person in the world.

In a platonic sense.

(Read: Not.)

“Sometimes, it’s nice to take a break and celebrate moments like this, you know?” She remarks, bringing her face to her palm. “Especially with people you love.”

She smiles at him appreciatively, and his heart flutters at that.

With people you love. Yeah.

“Now, make a wish and blow the candle!” And so he does. Ran claps her hand once the fire is extinguished, and readies to slice the pie with a knife she prepared beforehand.

Ran gives him a hefty piece and awaits his reaction on the first bite.

“So? How is it?” Her eyes glimmer in anticipation for his answer, and she gets it when he widens his eyes and licks the crumbs around his lips in interest.

“Lemon pie...” He blushes at how delicious it tastes. “My favo-”

“Your favorite! Yay, I’m really glad the taste turned out well!” She cups her cheeks in glee, marveling at her achievement. “I’ve only tried baking it once, so I’m not really confident about it.”

He forks more crumbs and eats in silence.

You should be. It’s the most delicious lemon pie I’ve ever tasted!

“I learned from Asami-senpai that you like lemon pie. You know, our former student council president? The really pretty senpai who was liked by everybody from our high school?”

I know her. No one compares to you, though.

“You might’ve forgotten about that already, Shinichi, but she baked the whole soccer club a lemon pie and you-” she snorts, “-you said it was bad! Oh my god! How dare you?”

It really was! I couldn’t lie...

“Anyway, she also told me that she confessed her feelings to you but you rejected her. Said you’ve been in love with somebody else for years…” she drifts away, shoving another bite into her mouth, chuckling passively.

“I wonder who the lucky girl is?”

...Can’t lie.

“It’s you.”

Her giggle dies down, mouth stops munching, smile instantly disappearing from her lips. Eyes widen like saucers, her face contorting to an unfathomable expression he can best associate to pure bewilderment.

“Wh...what?”

“I said it’s you,” he looks away.

He doesn’t mean to say that out loud —

“...always been you.”

— and repeat it thrice.

But oh boy, there he goes.

How does she look right now? Surprised? Confused? Betrayed? He cannot confirm. He’s afraid to look again. He doesn’t think he can.

(I love you.)

But alas, his senses betray him as his eyes instinctively flit back up, locking with hers, searching in desperation for whatever answer her beautiful eyes store.

Though words fail him (and her) at the moment, he wants to know.

He hopes ‘I love you back’ is a set of crystal eyes edging with tears that if she blinks, they’ll fall. He hopes ‘I love you back’ is a sharp, quivering inhale, unable to release an exhale, because she needs to fill her lungs with air or else she’ll pass out. He hopes ‘I love you back’ is that nervous bite on her lower lip, stopping the waterfall of words about to gush out.

(Do you love me too?)

He moves his face closer, closer to her... maybe he’ll get a clearer answer if he sees her eye to eye, nose to nose, breath to breath—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

As quick as lightning, Ran stands up from her seat, face as red as her ridiculous striped party hat.

“G-gee, I wonder wh-who’s at the door?! Haha! C-Can you open it, Shinichi?”

She stutters and he cannot help but laugh at her awkwardness. He coughs and walks his way to the door. Weirdo as always.

...

You just confessed to her on your birthday. Now who’s the more awkward one?

“SURPRISE!!”

He jolts at the sudden outburst of energy radiating from the other side. Startled to the bones, his eyes jump from one person to the other.

Kazuha-san. Hattori. Tou-san. Kaa-san. Sonoko. Kyougoku-san.

A mix of voices all echoing the same birthday greeting fills his ears, as he stands there confused as to who he shall prioritize first -- Yukiko hugging him, Heiji patting his head like he’s some disciple, Sonoko taking a picture of the sweet parent-child moment, Makoto holding a Shinichi banner with Shinichi’s big sleeping face plastered on it, Kazuha laughing at the background, or Ran admiring everything from inside their apartment.

“We hope we didn’t disturb a sacred moment,” Yusaku butts in, eyes shifting between Ran and Shinichi.

“We mailed Ran-chan and told her we’ll drop by and surprise you, Shin-chaaan!” Yukiko hugs him more tightly, earning her a wince from the birthday boy.

Entering the apartment freely, the four younger adults hang the banner a little above the pie Ran baked. Heiji and Kazuha unbox a chocolate cake they probably bought on their way to them, while Sonoko assists Makoto uncork a bottle of champagne and prepare eight glasses of wine on the table.

“To Kudo!” Hattori exclaims, as he lights the other cake on the table.

“To Kudo!” everyone shouts in unison.

He looks at the people, admiring everyone who went out of their way to pull this stupid surprise.

“This is what I actually meant when I said celebrating your birthday with people you love,” she whispers beside him, shyly.

He grins stupidly at himself, then looks at her. “And I am now, right?”

In more ways than one.

Cheeks turning crimson, she averts his gaze and looks at the wave of people now crowding over her lemon pie.

“Yes, yes you are.”

The pair looks at Yusaku and Yukiko setting their presents beside the pie; Makoto taking Sonoko’s photos as she pauses in front of their birthday surprise set up. Heiji and Kazuha bicker as to who gets the bigger slice of the pastry.

Amidst the noise, Ran finds herself staring at a full body mirror across the unit, reflecting her and him, side by side, the others blurred in the background.

“And these people you love... they love you back,” she refocuses her gaze on him. “Surely.”

She smiles so wide that it hides her eyes.

“Happy birthday, Shinichi.”

(I love you.)

“Yeah,” he smiles back. “Happy birthday to me.”

...

(I love you, too.)

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#happy shinichi day #05.04.20 #fanfic #drabble #this is my gift for u most precious boi to ever exist #a shinran drabble #rushed at the end bc its also my moms bday and we haveta celebrate lol #and wanting to reach the 12:25 deadline but i missed it already huhuau sooo #sorry for grammar inconsistencies ajhsdahhh #I JUST LOVE MY BOI SO MUCH HAVE A GOOD DAY AND GOOD LIFE OK LOVEYOU

[myhockeyworld87]

Love Me Anyway - Tyler Seguin - Part 3

Word Count: 2532

POV: Reader and then Tyler

Warning: Language. I think I put this warning in everything I write...haha

Notes: None really. Again this is from the first thing I ever wrote. Hope you guys like it. Peace, Love and Hugs All!

READER POV

You, Jenna and Becca, piled into one Uber; with Mimi, Bryan, and Derek in the other. What were you doing, you questioned yourself. You were in a car on your way to one of Tyler Seguin’s legendary parties. This was not you at all. Admittedly, in that bar standing next to him, this all seemed perfectly fine. Now that you were in the car and on your way; you were having second thoughts.

“Are you ok?” Becca asked.

“Yeah, fine. Why?” you answered back.

“Because you haven’t said a word since we left the bar.”

“Are you sure you want to go to his house” Jenna inquired. She knew you better than you knew yourself at times. You often joked you shared a brain. “We can just go back to my place, watch a movie or something if you’re having second thoughts.”

“Absolutely” Becca chimed in.

You were having second thoughts, but your second thoughts were having second thoughts too. Your practical side was telling you, that you were going to walk in the door and see him making out with some bimbo. The other half of you was remembering how sweet he was and what a great conversation you had with him.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean I’m torn. If he’s that super sweet, amazing guy that I just spent the last hour with, then yeah I totally want to go. But what if everything we’ve heard about him is right; and he’s just another player.”

“You’ll never know unless we go and find out,” Jenna responded.

“And if we get there and he’s an ass; we all leave,” Becca added.

“Alright, as long as you guys have my back everything will be fine.” Besides, you kept telling yourself that it was just a little crush you had on him. It would probably be over by tonight, and then in the morning, you could forget it ever happened. Yeah right, who could forget those eyes or that smile? You could, you told yourself. Especially if he ended up being a jerk the rest of the night. “So how’d things go with Derek,” you asked Jenna; changing the subject so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to Tyler.

“It was good. I think. He’s really nice. I just don’t know if he’s into me or not” she said.

“Oh, he’s into you,” Becca replied. “You could totally see it written all over his face.” The rest of the ride went by fast as you chatted about what you missed at the club. In no time the car pulled up to Tyler’s house. Your stomach felt like there were a thousand butterflies inside it.

You thanked the Uber driver as you all filed out. Mimi’s car soon pulled up behind you guys. There were tons of cars everywhere. You could hear the music coming from the back yard as you walked closer to the front door. Did you knock, or just walk in? It seemed like there were a lot of people there. Maybe you should text Tyler and tell him you were here. Just then the door opened. Some girl stumbled out the front door leaving it wide open and all of you moving out of her way. So you decided to just walk in. You kept telling yourself, that this was just a regular party; nothing special.

“Let’s go find a drink” Bryan suggested. He led the way through the house in search of the kitchen. Your eyes were on a swivel, taking everything in. The house was gorgeous. At the same time, you kept an eye out for Tyler. You took the corner to the kitchen and there he was, leaning against the island. He was looking down checking his phone. He looked up, saw you and immediately smiled. Yeah just a little crush, well maybe it was a bit bigger than you thought.

TYLER’S POV

The ride home seemed endless. Mike and his bottled blonde made out the whole way. Which only made you think about (Y/N) and how Mike had botched things up for you. You wanted to throw a bucket of cold water on him and see how he liked it. You shot a quick text to a couple of your teammates letting them know you were having people over. As you expected Mike had already told a few of them; and when you pulled in to the house the party seemed to be well on its way. You made your way inside grabbing water from the fridge. When Jamie slapped you on the back.

“Hey, I thought this was a party” he stated. Looking down at the bottle of water you were opening.

“Oh, it is. I just need to keep my head on straight.”

“And you need to do this because…” Jamie questioned. You shrugged and proceeded to tell Jamie everything that happened tonight. “She should’ve been here by now” you mentioned as you checked your watch for the third time in the last 5 minutes. “Do you think she’s not coming?” You were starting to get nervous.

“Maybe there’s traffic or the Uber driver got lost. Could be a number of things” Jamie stated back. You looked at your watch again. “You’ve really got it bad don’t you.”

It wasn’t so much a question; more of a statement. Yes, you kind of did. It was only a little amount of time that you’d spent with her but you could already tell that she was special. “Do you think I should text her?”

Jamie just laughed at you. “You need to calm down Seggy.”

You looked down at your phone debating with yourself on whether or not you should shoot her a quick text; when suddenly you felt her eyes on you. You looked up to see her smiling back at you. Your heart started to beat a little faster now that (Y/N) was in the room. Everyone else just sort of disappeared. You’re not sure how long you stood there staring at her until you heard Jamie clear his throat.

“You made it,” were the first words out of your mouth finally. “Any trouble finding the place?” God, you sounded like your mother. Why couldn’t you get your shit together around her?

“No, not at all. Considering we didn’t drive.” One of her friends, you think it was Mimi replied.

“Oh yeah right.” Jamie cleared his throat again, reminding you that he was standing next to you. “Not that I need to introduce him, but this is Jamie Benn. Jamie this is (Y/N) and….” You trailed off not quite remembering everyone’s name.

(Y/N) stepped in and helped you out. “These are my friends Jenna, Becca, Mimi, Bryan, and Derek.”

The guys went over and shook Jamie’s hand. “You want a drink or something? I’ve got pretty much anything you can think of.”

“Beer would be great,” Bryan answered. Everyone else nodding in agreement. You hadn’t seen (Y/N) drink a beer all night, so you really weren’t sure if that was ok with her.

“I was gonna grab a glass of wine if anyone would like that instead,” you offered.

“That sounds perfect,” Jenna said with (Y/N) agreeing. You quickly poured 3 glasses of wine.

“They’ve got a mean game of beer pong out by the pool going on. Anyone interested?” Jamie asked. It was a resounding yes by the group. “I could use a partner,” you heard Jamie saying to Becca. Who blushed but agreed as the group headed out to the pool.

You quickly grabbed (Y/N)’s hand holding her back from the rest of the group. “I thought maybe I could show you around. Maybe find the boys so you could meet them.”

“I’d love that.”

You kept her hand entwined with yours. As you lead her to a couple different rooms in the house. The dogs you assumed were outside. You wanted her to meet them but then you also wanted to just be alone with her.

“I’m glad you decided to come. I was getting worried you’d change your mind,” you finally admitted.

Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink as she said, “Not gonna lie I almost did, but I’m happy I didn’t.”

It was your turn to blush this time. You continued to tour the house with her. Talking about anything and everything as you went. When finally you were standing outside your bedroom, and she was leaning against the wall. It would be so easy to just maneuver her in your room and see where things went from there. But that’s not how you wanted this to go. You wanted things with (Y/N) to be different. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to jump into bed with her right this instant. It was just you wanted to get to know her better before you took the next step. So instead of leading her inside, you took her hand and said, “I think the boys will probably be outside. Let’s go find ‘em.”

There were tons of people outside, both in and out of the pool. Marshall spotted you first and made his way over. “And who are you?” (Y/N) bent down to let Marshall sniff her before she started to pet him.

“That one’s Marshall” you answered as you knelt beside her scratching his ears. “He’s the oldest. Aren’t ya boy.” Marshall licked (Y/N) on the face and she laughed. Great even your dog got to kiss her before you did. Cash came wandering over then. Seeing his brother getting attention he nudged his way over to (Y/N). She started petting him as well, both dogs fighting for her attention. “Easy Cash,” you told the black lab.

“Hi Cash,” (Y/N) cooed back at him, getting smothered by both dogs. You could tell she was loving it though.

“Awww you’re a sweet one, aren’t you Cash,” (Y/N) spoke to the dog as he laid his head on her shoulder. Your boys were sure loving her up. They better save some for you. You stood up scanning the backyard for Gerry. You saw him running full force toward you and (Y/N). He jumped right onto her. His paws going on her shoulders knocking her to ground.

“Shit! Gerry sit!” you yelled at the pup, but he paid you no mind. (Y/N) was laughing and petting Gerry while the dog had her pinned down.

“Hi Gerry,” she said in a cute puppy voice. “Are you giving me kisses? It’s nice to meet you too.” She kept up a full conversation with the dog. You reached down and grabbed Gerry’s collar pulling him back to give (Y/N) some room.

“Sorry, he still thinks he’s a puppy. That’s bad Gerry you shouldn’t jump on people,” you scolded him. Gerry for his part immediately sat down beside you, tongue hanging out, waiting for more attention from (Y/N). “Here let me help you up.”

You grabbed both of her hands and lifted her easily off the ground. Once on her feet again (Y/N) continued to pet Gerry, while Cash rubbed up against her leg seeking more attention.

“Aww you guys are so cute,” she stated.

“Thanks, they get that from their dad too.” You chimed in, causing her to chuckle.

“Oh really, I hadn’t noticed” she teased, nudging you in your side.

“Should we go check out the beer pong game, before these 3 consume your night?”

“Afraid they're stealing all the attention?” (Y/N) quipped, reaching down to give the dogs one last pat on their heads.

“Yes, damn it. Can’t have them stealing you away,” you said with a wink. You moved your hand to the small of her back to lead her over to where her friends were. “(Y/N) and I got winners.”

“Oh, we do huh?”

“Yep, we’re gonna show them how it’s done.”

Jamie and Becca won against Derek and Jenna. You reset the cups back up. “Hope you two are ready to be dethroned,” you chirped.

“Oh, it’s you two that are going down Seggy. Becca and I have this game nailed.” They high fived.

The game went on for a while, going back and forth. (Y/N) turned out to be a decent player, but you had made most of the shots. You two were high fiving and being very playful with each other even when you lost. You had one cup left and you’d be the champs. It was (Y/N)’s turn to throw. She tossed the ball in the air and it landed directly in the cup. “YES!!!” you both cheered. Her arms going up in the air to declare your victory. You grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up; twirling her around. “Nice Shot Babe!” you said as she slid down your body. She smelled like lavender mixed with alcohol and it was intoxicating to you. You didn’t want to let her go. Jamie and Becca came over to shake your hands, but you didn’t release your one arm from (Y/N)’s waist.

“Good game you guys,” Becca said. You could tell the booze was really starting to hit her as she swayed a bit; you vaguely wondered how many games they had played before you guys got there. Jamie reached out and steadied her, letting her lean on him for support. He led her over to where Mimi and Bryan were sitting so she could have a seat. Leaving you and (Y/N) alone.

“We should probably get going.” (Y/N) stated. “Everyone looks a little hammered.”

“What? No, you just got here.” You pleaded so she wouldn’t leave. You finally looked around and noticed most people had either passed out somewhere or were gone.

“Tyler, it’s like 3:30. We’ve been here for hours.”

“Really, it doesn’t feel that late. Why don’t you just stay, lots of people crash here.” She was shaking her head no before she even spoke.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s been a lot of fun though. Thanks for inviting us.” She made a move to leave. So you locked your hands behind her back keeping her trapped against you. “Tyler, I should really go.” She said half-heartedly.

“You're not allowed; at least until you tell me when I can see you again.”

“Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Seguin?”

“Why I do believe I am Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Her eyes wandered up to yours. “I don’t know…..,” she said hesitantly.

“How about tomorrow night, or tonight since its Saturday already.” You suggested. “You don’t have plans do you?”

“No I don’t,” she answered.

“Great, then I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Ok,” she agreed. “But I get to plan the date, “ she added.

“OH! Alright then.” No woman had ever offered to plan the first date for you. You were anxious to see what she had up her sleeve.

“It’s a date then,” she said as she bopped you on the nose with her finger. “I’ll text you my address later. Now I gotta get these lushes home.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed your cheek. “Goodnight Tyler. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You reluctantly released her. “Goodnight (YN),” you sighed. With that, she grabbed her friends and headed out the door.

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[blackdahlia-parker]

What you reading love?

Part 2- Tom Holland x female reader

Summary: you were meant to be studying for an exam that you had the next day, but instead of returning home so your boyfriend could help you, you decide to head to the library and got too interested in a particular book. What happens when Tom catches you flustered while thinking about him in a public library?

Warnings!: Smut! 👀 throughout, dirty talk Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable.

Please Read part 1 if you haven’t already 🙃 someone asked for a part 2 so here it is-

“But Why did you say you hated my teasing love?… If you didn't like it then why were you a moaning mess hmm?” “Ahhhaa T-Tom” was all you could reply . Flip— he’d caught you good you thought, as he continued to move his finger, slipping in and out, in and out at an extremely pleasurable pace. Just then a woman walked past as he went deeper on purpose as he saw her. He was really putting you at risk now. “Ahhhaa—cheeky shit!” You screeched, as you attempted to push the both of you further into the hidden corner of the shelves, gasping for air. Removing himself from within you, he laughed quietly as he forced his middle finger into your mouth and got you to suck on it, ravishing it like a dummy. You made yet another filthy noise, but you just can’t help it. God you were embarrassing yourself.

“Shhh darling!, you just can’t keep your mouth shut around me can you? Why’s that then hmm?” You couldn’t really speak probably with his rough finger in your mouth. Muffled, but you tried at least; “n-no reason babyyy” you looked up at his face and just melted into his mocha eyes. There were crinkles around them as he grinned. “oh yeah I’m sure it’s for no reason” he sarcastically replied winking. Why did you have to be looking at those damn eyes as he did that? You were just drawn to them....they were like a whirlpool. Drawing things to the very centre. Ending in dangerous results. Dangerous but good mmmm. “I can tell how much you like me now Y/N. I mean it’s pretty evident now isn't it? Now, slurp you filthy wet  mess off my finger. There’s a good girl.”

“hmmmhhh hmmmhhhh hmmmhhhh.’’ You tried to shut your mouth but failed, so you just did as your boy told you to. You teased him, getting a small lick of his finger before quickly removing your mouth from around it and then going back to suck it hard and then grabbing his hand to shove it in and out. Leaving your saliva on his now wet finger that your tongue swirled around slowly in attempt to turn I’m on. And you had succeeded in doing that for sure.

You were still lost in his deep eyes, watching as they turned from looking like day time, to the pitch black night sky. They looked mysterious and it excited you to not know what he was gonna do next. He then removed his finger when he was satisfied that you'd cleaned it enough. He’d felt his stomach twist at the explicit sight of you sucking his swear finger hard, twirling your tongue around it while not once taking your eyes from his. “God y/n, if there’s something you need to do, you make sure you do it properly don’t you? I bet the teachers at college love you because you suchhh a good little girl aren’t you love? ” your knees shook at the comment. You could listen to his voice all day and wouldn’t get bored. You loved being praised. He knew it too so he did it purposely all the time, being the big tease that he is.

Leaving you standing by the shelf, he went and grabbed the book again. The one you were reading earlier. As he studied the book, he tried to find some of the most erotic pages and you studied him. Your eyes stuck to his face. He turned you on so much and made you soak all the was through your underwear when you saw his focused face. He has a bit of a wonky nose from breaking it a couple of times, but nevertheless it was shaped really nice. His small lips looked larger than usual, as he licked them until red and puffy while he read. You bit your lower lip at this and you could've sworn it nearly bleed. “Oww” you silently gasped, while bringing your finger up to touch it. You stared at his long, curly brown locks that draped down his forehead on his concentrated face. Your head taking you to the most sinful of thoughts, as you imagined his head among your thighs, hair tickling them and sending tingling shivers to your pussy, while he would lick up every drop, and look up to you with those damn eyes. ‘Shit’ you thought.

You came back to reality and pushed the naughty thoughts away, while you focused on his little freckles which was very pretty and hopefully didn't have a chance of sending you back into a dirty daze. The flaws and details on his face were immensely beautiful, but there was one thing that was more….. Your body attempted to keep you from looking but it failed miserably as your eyes said differently, they wanted to be blessed. Your eyes slowly went down from his face, passed his upper body and down to his lower, catching sight of the outline of his big fat cock—

Just as he found the page, he looked at you. You were guilty as sin. Your jaw dropped as you tried to think of a misunderstanding. He'd caught you good and proper. What you thought of was rubbish; “I’m so sorry T-Tom, I know what it looks like b-but….ummm…..i wasn't looking at y-you” He shook his head and laughed as he ran his tongue over his lip, “Nuh u uhh darling, I don't want your excuses.” He wasn't normally this confident but he forced himself to be, purely for his girl’s fun. Your whole body shook. “Don’t worry, you wont have to wait for much longer for my cock darling, in fact I have the page i wanted right here’’ and with that, he pointed to it. Page 289. Sh!t.

For some reason you remembered specifically what was on that page, and you began dripping again. “T-Tommm…” you quivered, “are we really gonna do what it says in the b-book h-here?” As much as it excited you, you had a slight frightful look in your eyes. You were in p-public. “Yes my dear….Do you comply to any of this?” he questions. “N-no not really… I guess I can’t complain” You were a stuttering mess…and what the hell did you just agree to??!!

You didn't bother checking what time it was, at least you both were hidden, but god help if he does you good. You were still stood up. He decided that it was best if You kept your ruffle skirt on and just slide down your underwear. But even that was enough. You’ll never be ready for what was to come…

He read from the book; “Thomas roughly swirled his finger around her clit. She was soaking, which proved to him how much of a naughty girl she was. This wasn’t allowed. Not without his permission” he did as the book mentioned, he reached up and grazed around your clit a little at first. So light that at one point it hit a spot and tickled. You jaulted , wrapping your arms around his thick neck and turned rouge. “Ohh hheehe” you gasped while giggling. But then he smirked and began to rub pastily and abrasively up and down the area. You looked down to where his fingers were and nearly came at the sight of how good he was handling you. “Ahhaaa Tomm—Oh uuuu—Such a good husba— boyfriend, yeah boyfriend.” I mean you secretly wanted to marry him. He felt so pleased with himself. He was making you forget reality , making you think he was your husband. all that was on your mind was how good he was pleasuring you...in public. Where the hell did he learn to move his fingers like that? “T-Tom ahaaa, Oh my goddd baby!” Now it was his turn to say “shhh”. You then whisper yelled at him, as he continued to rub around the most pleasurable spot in the whole of your body; “What do you—Ahaa— Ohhaa—What do you expect—ahhaa T-Tommy?!.”

You sounded like an uneducated child trying to form your sentences (except with the moaning…) He then chuckled mischievously and came to a sudden stop. Your mind couldn’t figure out why. He was on the ground…what the he—Then it hit you like a ton of bricks, as he licked a stripe all the way up the inside folds of your pussy. You gulped as he swallowed your wetness all the way down his throat, in one massive gulp. “Tommyyyyyyy!!!!” You really began to whine now. He got up from the ground. You was fuming. You raged; “what the heck??!! that’s all i get is one lick??, please stop teasing me Tommmm.’’ “Haha, patience baby, or I’ll just leave right now. Leave you here on your own to sort your own mess out. It that what you want darling hmm?” You certainly did not want that. “No!” You replied hastily (just in case he did leave you). He chuckled darkly; “I thought as much love. Now behave!” He snapped. And with that he spread his hand wide and slapped your ass cheek firmly, causing you to Yelp as a trickle of wetness ran down your thigh from your dripping core. And to top it all once he’d done that, he moved his hand and brought it back and slapped down onto your pussy this time it felt so good and stung just a right tiny amount, making your clit tingle as he then rubbed his whole palm over it in a traumatically slow motion. You were flooding. He tutted as he felt such wetness. “Ahh-haaa mmmm p-pleaseee” You rocked yourself on his hand uncontrollably. Tom shook his head and licked across his bottom lip at what you were currently doing and then spoke, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. Lips ghosting your ear. “My little SLuT!”. He then blew on your ear. It was short and simple but sent shivers right down the side of your face. And with that he gave quick grab to your pussy, pinching it into his hand. You whimpered, eyes falling backwards. You didn’t know how much longer you could stand this.

“Now where were we?…. Page 289…’’ he stated, as he began to recite the book’s words again….

“Thomas laid his girl gently to the ground as he got down beside her.”  “ooofff, you heard it, lay down dear” he said breathily and smirked as he put his palm flush to your heaving chest and slowly lowered you down while he grabbed on to support you. You were now eyeing him from down on the library’s floor. You cannot believe you are doing this, stomach fluttering as you started to get a little excited at the thrill of it all. He continued to read… “He pulled his jeans off while he put on a seductive show for her.”  Tom did as the book said, as he pulled his jeans off traumatisingly slow and he seductively rolled his hips in a grinding motion. You saw his dick move with his body through his pants and gulped, eyeing it with strong lust for him in your eyes. You hadn't expected it, but as soon as his jeans were off, he yanked his underwear off quicker than she she thought was possible, but in a very sexy manner. Being the seducing God that he is.

OH MY GOD! It wasn't only you that was dripping…He was too. You stared at it. Long, red and tip releasing sex juice. “Mmmhhmm, yum” you accidentally said a little too loud for your liking. He stared at you intensely, not saying a word at your reaction to him. Instead he just shook his head , tutted and his pupils dilated until they were almost black.

He wanted to devour you. His gaze made you scorch. “Quit looking at me like that , or I’m going to cum before you even shove it in me!” He growled at your words, “Is that so darling?, am I that flippin’ delicious?” You just nodded in response. He was incredibly satisfied with himself for this. But just then, he lost all of his smiles as he instantly thought of something vital. “Oh sh!t Y/N!.....we don’t have a condom do we?” Your eyes widened a large amount as the boy reminded you. Tom was ultimately quite sad as he was getting excited all that time and for nothing to come of it. “Well.....actually.....” you spoke....embarrassed and anxious to speak.....”I actually have ......a cond— well you know....one of them handy in my b-bag” You blushed furiously. “Ahh do you now?”, your boyfriend questioned amusingly “are condoms a thing you keep handy in your bag on a regular basis?” He questioned again....expecting your answer to be ‘no’ but instead it was this; “well.....this is quite embarrassing....but um—yes Tom, yes they are.....I don’t really know.....I’ve just wanted to do this for so long, I’ve wanted you to do at least something to me again for ages....and I guess they really did come in handy” you smiled a cute, innocent toothy smile......but not for long.....

A fire lit in Tom’s stomach. He was ‘in’ as they’d say. “Aww that’s really cute Y/N......but just you wait.....the noises you’ll make darling won’t be so adorable sounds.....and they’ll be all for me.....isn’t that right, my little princess?” He winked. You could’ve collapsed to your death. What an embarrassing end that would have been. You can see it as headlines now; ‘cause;- her boyfriend turning her on too much, too frequently’. You internally laughed at the thought but decided to play back, “wanna bet?” ......”oh yes please baby” he smirked “it’s on!, I bet you’ll be moaning like a wild animal” he then lowered his voice into more of a whisper.....”trust me , you’ll be jelly by the time I’m done with you darling.” Something was telling you that he would be right. You were wobbling already. ‘Pathetic’ you told yourself, as you gave one of your knees a smack, attempting to stop the wobbling , unsuccessfully. You huffed.

Before he proceeded to look at the book, he approached Your bag that was right beside the by the shelf and found a condom in the side pocket. Oh god, one of many....you had a stash...you wanted it bad. His eyes went big at this, as he returned to you and the book’s not so religious words;

“After Thomas has his underwear off, his errection was in full sight and he was oh- so relieved that his ‘penis was free as his balls escaped the tightness of his boxers too.” Tom held in a laugh at the word ‘penis’ but couldn’t hold it any longer, his cheeks burst and mouth flying open with a cute, toothy laugh while he had his moment. He knew it was a little childish but he just couldn’t help it. The classical way that bit of the book was written was hilarious to him. Looking down at the page again, he processed the words to speak “He could feel the cum inside of them , desperate to pour out with sexual desire. The air hit his throbbing cock as it grew hard. He got to the ground, where he knelt down in front of her centre, with her whole body flush to the floor.” You both blushed furiously at this. If you weren’t eager before, then you were now. You just loved the thought of all that liquid within him “mmmm”

Tom stopped and spoke to Y/N in real life; “Red Hot is it love?” you just groaned as Tom said this and he continued looking at the book, reading to himself before speaking to you again. “ohhh this is kinky darlingggg, what he does next. I mean it’s normally the girl that .......you know........but if that’s what want, then I’ll do it....only for you ...How do you want it pumpkin?” Your eyes water, you wanted to feel him so badly and intensly. Your feeling for him were immense. His were too. You spoke; “Like the book T-Tom pppleaseee!!” You began to whimper like a helpless animal trapped in a cage. He grinned, “Alrighty then love” and then chuckled as he spoke the cringy words of a famous song.... “I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road, I’m gonna ride ‘til I can’t no more...”. “Oh my god Tom” ,You gushed but laughed at how he killed the mood. But it certainly didn’t stay that way for long.....

“The man reached for her legs and pushed them slightly back towards her head. Legs in air, ass on show as he brought his length pointing directly downwards , leaned over her , practically sitting on top of her,his red cock plunging into her sopping centre.”  Tom wasn’t sure if this position where he rode the girl, possibly even sitting on her was even possible, it might not have even existed but it apparently did in the book so regardless, he went for it.....good.

Pushing your legs back,he set the book aside and he got over you in a leaning but practically in a sitting position and pushed, sinking in deeply until he couldn’t see himself anymore when he looked down.Your tight pussy took every inch. “Good girl” he praised you.

“Ohhh Tom , T-Tom feels a-amazing. Ohhhh please moveeee, — take it out a-and s-slam it back innnn.” You choked on your rather long sentence. (You’d rather be choked by him though;) ), as you moaned and moaned. Tom found this so flipping sexy, but had to block your pretty, filthy little mouth. He put a hand in front of it as you continued your muffled begs for him to move. He begins to bounce up and down at a purposely aggravating slow pace. You groaned at the speed he was going, wanting him to thrust into you with all his might.....harder and faster becauseyou was a naughty girl and that’s how you liked it. “Oh god Y/N, young so tight, it can barely fit in.....and .....uhhhhh—wettt....do I really make you feel that gooooddd baby?, ohhh— listen to the sound of my cock as it pounds you. Our skin  s-slapping togetherrrr......sss—sounds like heaven doesn’t it darlinggggg?” There was a pause as he gave you a chance to take the sound in.....you getting extremely week in the knees, and then; “Do you love my thick cock- b-baby?” He said in between pulling in and out. “Do you?.... D-describe— it— to— me, Ahhhaaa.” He moaned. Your whole body shook .....you absolutely loved hearing a boy moaning, especially your boyfriend. You were so glad he wasn’t embarrassed to just let it all out and be as vocal as he needed to be <3. His voice reached a peak at the end as it went more into a high pitched whimper. Oh my God Y/N though, that was so hot and endearing. you thought his helpless, submissiveness was swoon worthy.

You struggled to hold back from making sinful noises but somehow managed, and you cheekily lied to him about what she thought of his massive dick. She silently laughed before speaking; “No Tom, I don’t like your stupid cock. I-its t-tiny and under—undersized and your so bad at s-sex!” He stopped moving for a minute and pulled out, you immediately wanted him back. He began to actually worry that that’s what she actually thought. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. He wandered In Your eyes for an answer. Then you burst out laughing at his reaction. “Ohhh you nasty girl” Tom said, “you got me thinking there for a moment.  Now look who’s killed the mood? ....and it was a sexy one at that!” He shook his head playfully waiting for your reply. “I’m sorry Tom. I really liked your fat cock in me actually. It felt really good babyyyy” she faked a little moan to wind him up. Tom squinted his eyes at you with fake anger for this, but felt proud. But you needed him back in you now!!! You spoke to him again; “Tom, i need your cock inside me n-now!” you begged. “my what?” he asked…..as if he hadn't heard you in the first place. Right then you thought. You decided to joke again at him for that. “Your tiny, little, undersized,….microscopic—Ow!’’ he touched your pussy and spoke,“Oh, is that area sensitive? I apologise.” Tom gave an evil smile, “you were saying?”

You rolled her eyes at his touch and shifted; “I need your huuuge  cock inside me Tom!!!” Tom nodded, “that’s right baby, that’s better.” Tom chuckled darkly as he slammed back down into you harder than he ever has before.

“Tommm, *slap* oh this *slap* t-took a dramatic t—turn, *slap* Ohhaa my Godddd!!! *slap*W-what happened to y-you? So r-rough *slap*T-tommy, uuuuu— Y-your so goodddd!!” He slapped your ass with each powerful thrust. It was stinging.He groaned in reply to your moaning all because of him….all him… “What do you think * made * m-mee like this darling? Hmmm?” He questioned,while you looked up and saw the most un-holy sight of him bouncing up and down and in and out of your tightness at the speed of light. Another kink of yours was him questioning you with the words ‘hmm?’...you don’t know why it just made you soak continuously. You replied to him “I - I don't p-particularly know what made you like this Tommm” You could barely breathe. “Darling ohh Darlinggg— of-of c-course you- you do. UhhUUu. You really upset daddy by what you said earlier, so n-now your paying for it….You asked to be done better, so that’s what I'm going to do, my P-Princess.”

Those words were nearly all it took…you were sure that you were about to spill and drip down all over his cum filled ballsss, but you forced your body to hold it all in. There was so much inside you right now, and you could tell that his cum was piping hot by the temperature of his balls as they whacked against your groin. You thought of the words ‘Daddy’ coming from your boyfriends mouth. Who knew he could talk so dirtayyy.

He read the words of the book for one final time; “Thomas went in, and I mean in. Hard and deep as she gasped for air. A hitch in her throat. He finally moved one hand from her hip. where it had once resided for some time and brought his own fingers to his mouth, as he licked one, brought it to her nipple, wetting it and blew.”  You as shuddering like jelly beneath Tom, as you knew that this was coming next. Your boy began to lick his thumb and then lifted your t-shirt slightly. You had no bra underneath. His lips curled up at the religious-free sight as he brought his wet finger to your nipple, removed it, still bouncing and slamming into her, leaning close and blew on her breast’s damp nipple. You jolted,

And kicked your legs further up in the air at the tingling sensation, when the cold air hit your soaking nipple. Oooff. You loved this so much. You wanted more. You wanted to be his slut. You was enjoying it a little too much if you ask me. As you kicked you nearly caused Tom to fall off of you ; but gladly he hadn't or he would have gone tumbling into that bookshelf….someone would have surely caught you both for sure then…phheww!

But the thrill of it was purely amazing. You yanked at his long curls while he was resting inside you as your pussy flooded; “mmm Ahhhaa yesss”, a wet liquid just continuously ran and poured out of it. Pulling your t-shirt down, Tom pulled out of you. His hand now deciding to go elsewhere. But before he could move, you quickly grabbed his fat cock and tossed his back down on Top of you (but not inside) , and you forced him to grind on you like he did to that umbrella during his lip sync battle- him grinding on that umbrella was so F-ing arousing. Shit. He wiggled his cock and his ravishingly radiant ass, as you lay on the floor getting the best of views. God you wanted him to grind on you hard. That ass had a scrumptious shape. Plump and rounded. ooff and the sight of him when he wore tight trousers that clung to it was to die for. You heaved, heaved and heaved as he sped up and he growled like a possessive bear, not wanting anyone else to hear moan but him. Nobody else deserved to. But that was impossible. You were just so loud. He was just grinding but that was enough. His ass and cock banged your skin harshly but then came to a stop as you reached out and grasped it, tugging it towards your mouth. You wanted to taste his flesh. Mouth wide open, But as he realised before it even reached your mouth, he slapped your hand causing you to let go of his dick. You felt miserable. “NO!’’ he said harshly, Yanking his massive length away from you...

A/n- thank you so much for reading part 1 and this, I really appreciate it.

Part 3 anyone? 😂💓

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #spiderman far from home #marvel fanfiction #spiderman homecoming #tom holland imagines

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Hmmm...How about companions react to the SS pushing them out of the way and taking a bullet for them, only having known them for a few days or so (it luckily doesn’t end up being a fatal shot for Sole, but might have been for the companion).

I’m so so sorry, but I left Strong out of this, because I couldn’t think of any possible logistics that would involve a super-mutant possibly being killed but would leave the human Sole alive. Besides, it’s difficult to push aside someone who’s eight feet tall? If you really want me to, I can try my best, but I figured it wasn’t a deal-breaker haha.

Cait: Shock dissolving, Cait slowly got up, approached Sole, who was wincing and clutching their shoulder. She felt a strange concoction of emotion, between relief and gratefulness and regret and a deep sadness that the only person who valued her enough to take a bullet for her had ended up doing it. And she couldn’t express that, not without tearing up, so she settled for frustration: “The hell did you think you were doin’? Are ya daft?”

Sole chuckled weakly, masking a hiss of pain. “A little, maybe. Nearest doctor is Diamond City, and that’s a few hours out of our way. Can you grab a Stim-Pak out of my bag for me?” Cait did, injecting it into her new companion, pausing a minute before cuffing Sole across the back of the head.

“Don’t do that again,” Cait said, searching for a reason for her strange attachment. “Sticking with you is the only chance for caps I got. If you kick the bucket, I got jack shit.” Sole smiled, but Cait wasn’t confident it wouldn’t happen again, and that, for some reason, scared the shit out of her.

Codsworth: Somehow, without looking, he knew what happened, and guilt flooded him. He quickly dispatched the remaining two raiders, severe damage notwithstanding, and rushed to Sole. They were sitting, pressing a ripped-off vault suit sleeve against their wound, easily identifiable because much of the surrounding fabric was soaked with blood. “Sir/mum,” Codsworth said, knowing that if he could cry he would be right now. “Are you…?” He moved his attachments uselessly, feeling helpless and hopelessly afraid.

“Codsworth,” Sole coughed, leaning to look at their Pip-Boy. “It only grazed me. Don’t think it punctured anything, but I don’t have any Stim-Paks. Look, according to this thing, Diamond City is fifteen minutes away. Hurry and fetch the doctor for me?” Codsworth’s reactor whirred into overdrive as he flew towards Diamond City, dodging another group of raiders and past the guards, nearly knocking over a little girl selling newspapers. He couldn’t convince the doctor to leave the city, but carried back with him Stim-Paks galore, which he convinced the man to give him on credit.

“Sir/mum,” he said, injecting two Stim-Paks into their arm and experiencing a nearly-indescribable wave of relief as Sole began to breathe easier. “Oh, please don’t do that again.” Codsworth’s voice broke. “I lost you for two hundred years… please don’t die on me now, sir/mum. I don’t think the old nuts and bolts could handle it.” That was an understatement.

Curie: Something crashed into her and she nearly tumbled into the floor, finally noticing the danger. She looked up at Sole, who smelt like burnt hair but still somehow lodged some well-placed bullets into the enemy’s skull, until the damned thing collapsed against the wall.

“Oh, mon dieu!” Curie screamed, collecting herself before rushing over to Sole. Their hair was indeed singed, as well as part of their left ear, leaving a raw, red burn that Curie panicked at the sight of. Oh, she truly wasn’t used to this world, she thought as she fussed over Sole, dabbing purified water and antiseptic onto the wound. If someone as brave and considerate as Sole could be injured in the pursuit of her protection, perhaps she wasn’t ready for the outside. 

Curie applied a bandage and met Sole’s eyes. “Merci, Sole, but please don’t risk yourself like that,” she cried, trying to awkwardly give them a hug with her Miss Nanny arms. “Oh, you worry me.”

Danse: There was a loud clank as Sole stepped in front of him. “Shit,” they grunted at the impact, the tip of their minigun whirring. A shower of bullets rained down on the raiders, and after a few moments, all five were dead. Danse was still taken aback. Sole turned to look at him, and he gaped- there was a large dent in the center of their power armor helmet, near the nose, in which a bullet had lodged itself. “You alright?” they asked Danse, their voice sounding strangely nasally.

“It wasn’t necessary to risk your well-being to guard me, soldier,” Danse answered sternly, though he was actually feeling a strange mixture of guiltiness and astonishment. He shouldn’t have let his guard down enough to allow that to happen, but Sole’s quick thinking had saved his life- and doubly proved their suitability for warfare.

“You should invest in a helmet that covers your face, then,” Sole quipped. “Besides, I’d trade a broken nose for you getting a bullet between the eyes any day.”

Danse didn’t know how to respond. Though as an officer, he inspired respect in those under his command, he had never heard such a sentiment expressed before… not for years, anyway. “Thank you,” he said, somewhat awkwardly. “I appreciate it.”

Deacon: Deacon eyed the blood now seeping through Sole’s sleeve. A decent chunk had been taken out of Sole’s arm, which they now used to sift through their bag, finally finding a Stim-Pak. “Hey, good thing it hit me,” Sole said, injecting the Stim-Pak into their injured arm. “If you hadn’t moved, it would’ve gotten your chest. Wouldn’t want you dying on me during the first mission.”

“That’s gotta hurt, though,” Deacon responded. “You okay?” When Sole nodded, he smiled, but found himself thinking. He usually ran missions alone, rarely taking a Railroad member along with him, so having someone take a shot for him was… an interesting feeling. It made him question who, if anyone, he’d do that for- and whether Sole was just that kind of person, or if he’d done anything to earn it.

Dogmeat: There was the loud noise of the gun going off, and Sole made a harsh noise, shooting the bad man in the head before doubling over, clutching their thigh. As they rifled through their bag, Dogmeat cautiously approached, smelling the blood on his new companion. He licked their hand apologetically, being sure to sit by them until he knew they were okay.

Hancock: Sole shoved Hancock out of the way, and the bullet tore through their shoulder. Sole simply gritted their teeth and fired a barrage of their own bullets at the Courser, until the damn thing lay still. “I’ve got Stims in my bag,” Sole said, clutching their shoulder. “Mind helping me out?”

“You got it,” Hancock said, injecting a Stim-Pak into their arm. “Christ, you okay? Shouldn’t be throwin’ yourself in the line of fire like that, even for a handsome ghoul like me.”

Soul sighed with relief as the Stim-Pak entered their bloodstream. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Rather my shoulder than you, though. Way you were sitting, that bullet would’ve entered through your hat and left out your neck.”

Hancock nodded. “You’re right. Thanks, my man/sister.” He continued to dwell in his thoughts, though, considering why the hell a smooth-skin who he started traveling with a few days ago would risk their life for a chem-loving ghoul from a bad neighborhood. The incident certainly boosted his trust in their partnership; if they would take a bullet for him on day three, he had no idea what day three hundred would look like, but he sure as hell wanted to see it.

MacCready: MacCready dropped his head for a moment, shoving more ammo into his gun, barely finishing before being knocked over by a blow to the side- Sole. “Hey, the hell was that?” he grunted, winded, before noticing the wound in Sole’s arm- where his head had been only second before. He turned, shot a few Gunners, turned back. The wound was still there. Shocked, he kept shooting, helping Sole out until they were in the center of a circle of corpses. Sole stood there, panting, the both of them silent until MacCready tossed a Stim-Pak at them. “Here.”

Sole injected it. “I have my own, you know. Don’t gotta waste yours on me.”

MacCready wasn’t sure how to respond. He was frustrated with himself for lowering his guard, for forcing someone else to have his back, but also grateful and confused and a little angry at Sole for putting themselves in danger. He sighed with purported irritation before answering. “Still can’t believe you did that.” He shook his head. “Stim’s least I can do, I guess, even though that was completely crazy.”

Sole chuckled. “Well, MacCready, I paid a decent amount of caps for your services. I’m not throwing that away if I can avoid it.”

He couldn’t really argue that comment without hypocrisy, but he had to try. “Well, it was stupid anyway. But… thanks. Appreciated.”

Nick: The Assaulton’s bullet missed Nick completely, instead grazing Sole, who winced before finally putting the Assaultron out of its misery. Nick immediately turned to Sole, whose face was quickly becoming covered in blood. “Alright,” he said, trying to project calmness through his alarm and pushing a Stim-Pak into Sole’s hand. “Stay with me. You’re going to be fine, but you need that Stim. Now.”

Sole injected the Stim-Pak and trying their best to smile. “Pretty sure it only nicked me. Head wounds just bleed a lot. Sorry for pushing you, by the way.”

Nick laughed disbelievingly, but a hint of humor worked its way in. “You can’t stop being noble, can you? I… you sure you’re alright?” Sole nodded. “Thank you. Really. But maybe just warn me next time, instead of getting your own face in the line of fire?”

He joked to dissolve the tension, but he was really rather stunned. It took a unique kind of person to risk their life for a beat-up synth detective with a penchant for irony, especially after only a few days of working together. Sole was a special one, alright. Nick already felt fonder of them, if a bit irritated by their near-eagerness for getting themselves killed.

Piper: She recoiled in shock from the weapon being fired right next to her, almost instinctively expecting pain, but none was delivered. She opened her eyes to see the threatening raider dead- and Sole clutching their leg. “Easy now, Blue,” she said, rushing to help them. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I will be, after a Stim,” Sole said, grabbing one from their bag. “Damn raider still managed to shoot me after I kicked his legs out from under him. Though since that bullet was meant for your forehead, I can’t say I’m not relieved.”

Piper smiled genuinely, pleased to see the budding friendship. She pissed off more people in the Commonwealth than she’d like to admit, and she’d taken a liking for Sole, so she was glad to see it was reciprocated- even if in possibly the most drastic way possible. 

“Well, thanks, Blue. Though maybe cool it on your unending generosity, ‘kay?” Piper ruffled Sole’s hair. “Can’t have the most interesting source in the Commonwealth die on me.” She let a hint of concern out in her last comment, then dropped it, though tried her best for the rest of the day to keep Sole off their leg as much as possible.

Preston: He cried out when he saw his new acquaintance jump in front of him to take a bullet meant for his stomach, but couldn’t stop them in time. Seeing Sole down, he tried his best to rid the immediate area of remaining enemies- luckily, as there were only two raiders left, they were down pretty soon. 

Preston leaned over Sole, quickly assessing the wound- the bullet had taken a chunk out of their side, and though it didn’t appear to have hit any vital organs, there was a lot of blood gushing out. “You still with me?” he asked. Seeing Sole nod, he bandaged them up, then injected a Stim-Pak into them. “Easy. You’re gonna be okay.”

Sole smiled weakly. “Good. Wouldn’t wanna abandon the Minutemen after only a few days of helping.”

Preston laughed despite himself. “You have a one-track mind, you know that?” He paused a minute, furrowing his brow. “Thank you, Sole. That was… incredibly brave of you, but, well, I’m already in your debt, what with the rescue from the Museum of Freedom. No need to worry me like that.”

He deliberately kept his tone light, but underneath, he was feeling a strange mix of emotion. Preston was absolutely ecstatic to have found such a generous and self-sacrificing individual for the Minutemen, having lost all light before meeting Sole. But there was also an intense guiltiness there, the weight of knowing that someone he admired had been injured for him.

X6-88: He winced at the impact of bullet and Sole’s flesh, knowing that it would have been his neck had Sole not pushed him aside. “Damn, that got you. Hang in there for a minute.” X6 disposed of the hostile, some worthless gang leader, and knelt down next to Sole, who was already rummaging in their bag for a spare Stim-Pak. 

He waited a moment, watching Sole inject the Stim-Pak into an artery as the blood dripped down their face- he knew that it had only grazed them, and that head wounds bled disproportionately, but the sight still wasn’t pleasant. “Do you think you’re okay?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, probably,” Sole returned, lightly touching the wound. “Didn’t want the Institute’s best Courser biting it on the second day.”

X6 didn’t show it, but he was surprised. Some had shown concern for his well-being before, of course, but mostly as scientists hoping a beloved computer would never sputter out- Sole’s generosity seemed genuine, and that was new to him. “Thanks,” he said curtly. “But don’t do that again. You’re Father’s parent- you shouldn’t be risking yourself like that.” He presented his concern as purely professional, but there was a note or two of real feeling in there, too.

#tw blood #tw injury #tw violence #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companions react #cait #curie #codsworth #danse #deacon #dogmeat #hancock #maccready #nick valentine #piper #preston garvey #x6-88

[spn-ficfanatic]

The One Moment- Ch2: Love Is The Rhythm, You Are The Music

SERIES MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 3

Chapter Summary: Jared walks you home and takes the opportunity to get to know you a little better. 20 questions anyone?

Genre: Fluff, a teensy bit of angst

Words: 2570

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Fun Fact! Chapters 1 and 2 used to be big one 5000 word one-shot that started this whole fic, and I decided to split them when the story took control. They flow nicely so y’all get a special treat and I’m posting Ch 2 now! Part 3 might not be out until early next week, but I’ve included a little preview at the bottom xo

The song was over and the crowd was cheering. The adrenaline was pumping through your veins and you were grinning like an idiot. You had been quietly annoyed with Lucas for pulling you up here at first but now you were so grateful you had. You pulled him in for a hug and whispered a thank you in his ear before affectionately slapping his face. He smiled back and helped you off the stage, to a heap of pats on the back and ‘well done’s from the crowd. You thanked them all as you blushed, trying not to run back to the safety of your table and your friends. You were pleased to see Jared and Jensen looked a little shell-shocked as you approached Lacey who gave you a hug.

“Oh my god babe, I haven’t heard you sing in ages! I nearly thought you’d forgotten how!” she laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You thanked her and turned to the boys, waiting for one of them to talk. Jensen decided it would have to be him, because Jared appeared to have lost his voice.

“So, you can sing and dance. Can you act? Are you a triple threat? Should Jared and I just start looking for new work now? Because I’m pretty sure Eric will have a breakdown if you leave him for a career in Hollywood,” Jensen asked in mock seriousness. You pulled him in for a hug, laughing as you did, and patted him on the back.

“Thanks Jay,” you said warmly, blushing slightly. You started to wonder if it was possible to blush too much. Would blood soon start rushing from your nose and ears? He finally saw you looking at him and he cleared his throat.

“Um, wow. That was... that was something,” he said, and you smiled as you gave him a hug.

“My god Y/N. I’ve been searching for the last 3 years and apparently YOU were the key to shutting him up all along!”

He told Jensen to shut up, pulling you closer and braving a quick peck to the top of your head. You looked at Lacey who wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and you poked your tongue out at her.

“Well,” she started. “I think it’s time to call it a night. What do you think Jay?” she asked Jensen, staring at him pointedly so he’d understand the hidden meaning behind her words. He obviously got it, and cleared his throat.

“Um, yep. Yep I think it’s getting pretty late. Better get you home!”

“Such a gentleman,” you laughed, winking. He blushed, actually BLUSHED, and you laughed even harder. You gave Lacey a quick peck on the cheek and waved her and Jensen off. Kevin had left with his dance partner before you got up on the stage so it was just you and Jared left, and suddenly you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward.

“It IS getting pretty late, did you want to get home too?” he asked you. You sighed.

“I suppose so. I need to get out of here at least, it’s getting a bit warm.”

Jared led you out of the club, his hand placed on the middle of your back. As you pushed the door open you relished in the fresh air; it was warm and you were grateful to not be carrying around a bulky jacket tonight.

“I guess I should be getting home as well,” Jared commented. There was no suggestion in his voice, no silent beg for an invitation back to yours for “coffee” and for that you appreciated him a whole lot more. You had to laugh though.

“I think you better check your phone Jared. Hate to tell you but Lacey never brings guys back to our place.”

Jared raised his eyebrow just as his phone vibrated. Sure enough, he read the text Jensen sent him and put his phone away sighing.

“So, apparently Lacey doesn’t bring guys back to her place,” he reported.

“Yer, I had heard that somewhere,” you giggled. “Lucky for you, I do. Cummon.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and your eyes widened in horror when you realized how that sounded. You turned to face him, to see him smirking at you.

“Um, I didn’t mean that like it sounded. I don’t ever bring guys home I swear. Not that I’m a hermit or anything, I’ve had s- been with guys before. And it’s not that I’m not good, I’m amazing, I just don’t sleep around oh my God shut up Y/N,” you scolded yourself, holding your hands over your face. Jared meanwhile was shaking from laughter, using a nearby post to hold himself steady so he didn’t go completely over.  Try as you might you could help join in, and pretty soon you were both howling from laughter and wiping tears from your eyes. Calming down you held out your hand to Jared, “sorry, let me introduce myself. I’m Y/N, and I have verbal diarrhea when I get nervous.”

He cleared his throat to compose himself and smiled, reaching to shake your hand. As he shook it though he surprised you by yanking you toward him, and smashed his lips into yours. You melted into him immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. You felt his hands drift up your back under your top, caressing your skin gently, while your hands found themselves running through his long hair. You had never experienced a kiss like this before, your entire body was jittery with anticipation and you could feel the heat building between your legs already. You could feel Jared’s pants become tight, and suddenly realized where this was going. You pulled your lips back, but didn’t dare to shift your body from his.

“Um,” you started, licking your lips. “Not that I’m not enjoying this IMMENSLY, but…”

Jared brushed his fingers across your face and gave you a gentle peck. “It’s ok, I understand. But for what it’s worth, I definitely want to pick this up again someday.”

You hummed and nodded in agreement, and peeled your body off of his with a sigh. You looked into his eyes and offered your hand for him to take, smiling as he did.

“Let me lead you to my castle,” you told him, starting the journey down the street.

“You live nearby?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“About 4 blocks from here. I’m assuming with your freakishly long legs you’ll make it without breaking a sweat,” you replied with a wink.

“So, I guess we have some time for 20 questions then?” he asked you quizzically. You raised a questioning eyebrow and nodded, allowing him to continue uninterrupted.

“You don’t drink?” he asked. You were surprised that was his first question, and that he even noticed.

“No, I don’t. I like to be prepared in case Eric ever needs anything on the fly,” you replied. It wasn’t the whole truth but you felt it was enough to not have him push the topic further, and you were right.

“OK… so how do you know the band? You and the singer seemed to be kind of chummy,” he said, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“We hooked up a few years ago but we’re still good friends. We’re not interested in each other like that and mostly just stay in touch over social media. I occasionally bump into him at bars and clubs though.”

Jared nodded, notably more relaxed upon hearing that. You smiled and continued to walk, allowing him the chance to keep asking questions. You were mostly an open book so you’d take just about anything he threw at you.

“Alright, I know I said 20 questions but really I only have one more,” he said, tightening his grip on your hand. “Why am I only meeting you for the first time tonight, when we’ve been working practically side-by-side for the last 6 months?”

You slowed your pace, trying to decide how much to tell him at this point. He noticed and slowed down too, concern flashing across his face.

“I’m sorry, did I ask the wrong thing? You don’t have to answer, I’m just curious I guess…”

“No it’s ok, it’s a fair question. I know how I am at work so it’s only natural for you to wonder.”

“So… that IS you doing it on purpose?”

You nodded, and stopped walking entirely so you could face him. “The job I had before Eric hired me… I loved it. I mean, really loved it. I worked for a really kind lady, even though she was extremely successful she wasn’t snobby and she always had time for me. Would allow me time off whenever I asked, on the rare occasion that I did. She was a CEO and spent most of her time in the office so I saw a lot of her employees. One took an interest in me and, well,” you stopped, not entirely sure how much to tell him. You were having such an amazing night with him and didn’t want to bring that down. “I told him I wasn’t interested, he didn’t really take that well and eventually I decided it was better to leave. I don’t want to say he scared me off but things weren’t really the same after that,” you told him, taking his hand in both of yours for just a little extra comfort. Not that it was necessary though as he pulled you in for a hug. You tucked your head under his chin and leant against his chest, listening to his heartbeat to try and calm yourself down.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have asked.” You pulled away to look at him.

“No, it’s ok, I’m glad you did.” You were past the serious part of the conversation so felt comfortable moving again, and continued on your way down the street with him in toe. “After that, finding a job like this where the LARGE majority of cast and crew are male, I decided to play it safe. Not draw attention, try and stay invisible. And it’s definitely working; I was all prepared to introduce myself to you tonight when I came up for a hug.”

“Haha, no. For what it’s worth, I notice you at work. Your smile caught me within the first week but then I started seeing you help out around set and it was hard to NOT notice you. I may have had a little crush,” he admitted, blushing. Your stomach started flip flopping with that confession. Jared Padalecki, star of a hit TV show and pretty much 10 feet of drop-dead gorgeous, actually had a crush on you?

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.

“Sorry,” you said, shaking your head slightly. “Nothing I guess. Just, you know, making a mental list of all the jackasses in high school that made fun of me, that I now need to call and brag to.” Jared laughed at that, and let a comfortable silence fall between you as you walked.

After a block or so you struck up conversation, and the rest of the time was spent discussing a million little things. Nothing serious, all the regular stuff like family and friends and past jobs and such. Stuff that would normally bore you to tears on a date that Jared somehow made sound so interesting. You would be sad to reach your apartment, you realized.

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It took you a moment to remember where you were when you woke up. You rolled over and saw a pile of scrubs on the floor and it started coming back to you. Jared took your bed, you took Lacey’s, and Lacey definitely took Jensen’s. You smiled as your thoughts drifted to the gorgeous giant sleeping in your King size bed right at that moment, and decided you wanted to make something nice for him for breakfast.

You threw on Lacey’s slippers and snuck down the hall to the kitchen. It was fairly silent as you plod past the kitchen counter to where the pots and pans where kept, and let out a scream when you saw a figure crouched down in front of you. Jared jumped up suddenly, letting out a yelp of his own, holding up his hands in defense.

“Jesus Christ Jared!” you cried, holding your hand to your chest feeling your beating heart go a mile a minute. “You scared the crap out of me, I thought you were asleep!”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I uh, woke early so I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast,” he replied.

“Well, you definitely surprised me, I’ll give you that,” you told him, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“Pretty sure you won’t need a coffee now,” he tried to joke, giving a lopsided smile which you couldn’t help but love.

“I wouldn’t say that. Don’t say that,” you replied seriously, taking the empty mug he was holding and walking over to the cappuccino machine. You set the mug down and turned it on, before turning back and surprising Jared with a deep passionate kiss. He returned it hungrily, holding your face in his hands and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. You pulled away saying “surprise,” with a cheeky grin.

“That was better than my surprise,” he said quietly, gazing into your eyes while still holding your face in his hands. You were interrupted by the coffee machine and you groaned. “Oh god, how do I choose? The man of my dreams or the coffee I dream about?”

“Man of your dreams huh?” he asked you, his face lighting up. You blushed and started to pull away, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back for one more quick peck. “For what it’s worth,” he continued, “I was dreaming about you long before last night.”

He let you go and you gave a happy shudder, moving over to make your coffee. You and Jared made comfortable small talk while you drank and made pancakes, which continued as you settled down to eat. “Um, what are you doing?” Jared asked with a raised eyebrow and grin. You stared blankly at him while putting your topping of choice on your pancake. “Is that, um… are you putting pancake mix on your pancake?”

You laughed, “Have you ever tried it Mr Judgy-Pants?”

“Well no, but, it’s kinda wei-“ you cut him off by shoving your fork into his mouth, covered in pancake mixture covered pancake.  He chewed slowly before breaking out into a big grin.

“Ths’s ‘mazing,” he said, reaching over for the bowl and pouring it all over his pancakes.

“Hey hey, don’t bogart my topping,” you laughed, taking it back and adding some more to your plate.

“So, I wanted to ask you something,” Jared started, licking mixture of his fingers.

“Fire away,” you replied with a full mouth.

“I just wondered, well, I’d like to take you out sometime,” he said, looking at his plate nervously. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Aw sweety, are you asking me out on a date?” you lightly teased. You raised his chin with your hand and give him a kiss, resting your forehead on his. “Of course Jare, you didn’t even really need to ask you know.”

“I guess I wanted to do it right,” he replied, lifting his head to look into your eyes, before pulling you in for another kiss.

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“Y/N isn’t here,” Jared confirmed to Lacey. “What’s going on? Is she ok?”

“I don’t think so,” she replied with a groan. “It’s just I’ve come home and she’s not here, her hot chocolate’s on the floor, it looks like she left in a hurry and I just… I have a bad feeling.”

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Time Passes

          Asgore did get better, though he was sick for a very rough couple of days.  Chara didn't mention that day very often during the next couple years.  She only brought it up once, which happened to be just after Asriel had pulled a joke on her with the camera.  She had wanted to ask him something about those flowers and told him to turn off the camera.  However, her chance was cut short when Toriel came into their room to see what they were up to.

          Life continued on.  The monster kingdom was happier than ever.  Toriel made decisions for those in the underground and kept track of events that took place.  That was her role as a queen.  She would also make reports on recent activities every month, to update all the monsters with any important changes.  As the king, Asgore had the final say on everything, though he usually went along with Toriel's suggestions.  The kingdom needed both of them equally.  As young teens, Ariel and Chara made up some new games to play.  Once in a while they still played some of the first ones they enjoyed.  The game of monsters and humans they had tried long ago became a running joke between the family though the two children never tried to play it again.

          During the last several years, Chara had made Asgore a funny pink sweater that said Mr. Dad Guy.  She had given it to him for being a good dad to her.  He wore it out quickly, as he ended up taking it with him most everywhere. Asriel had given Chara a red ribbon for being an amazing sibling.  Weeks later, she had lost the ribbon in the Ruins during a game of hide and seek.  The Dreemurrs had finally painted Chara and Asriel’s room red as well, which turned out to be quite an event.  Asriel had managed to get some red paint in the fur on his right ear.  It took about a week to get it all out.

          Generally, things were good.  However, Chara was growing crueler with some of her actions.  Asgore and Toriel were mostly oblivious to the changes.  Since Asriel spent the most time with her, he definitely knew something was wrong.  He had tried to get some information from her a few times.  But each time, she had either made it really hard for him understand what she was saying or avoided the subject all together.

          Chara grumbled to herself as she waded through a pool of dirty water following Asriel's lead.  He had tiny, pointed horns beginning to grow on his head now that he had reached the age of fourteen.  While the two of them had been going through Waterfall, Asriel had suggested they look for anything interesting.  They waded deep into a dead-end tunnel, passing several streams that flowed down the walls into the pool around them.  Asriel slowed his pace, leading Chara into an area with several piles of trash. Chara waved a hand in front of her at the awful smell that filled the air around them.

          "We're here," said Asriel.  He stepped up onto a strip of dry land to look back at her with a smile.

          Chara climbed up to join him.  "Why did we come here again?" she said.  "I don't like it here.  I want to go back home."

          Asriel frowned.  "Aw, I know it smells bad, but hang on.  Monsters have found lots of neat things down here.  Maybe we'll find something nice."

          Chara was intrigued.  "What kind of things?"

          "Oh, all sorts."  Asriel stepped up to a nearby pile and began tossing some of the junk aside. "Like . . . newspapers, pictures, and gadgets.  There’s a lot of neat junk in here."

          Chara moved up beside Asriel to watch him search a few moments.  "Really."

          "Yeah . . . I found that toy knife you had in this stuff." Asriel stopped tossing aside pieces of trash to face the young human teen.

          Chara smiled.  "Guess it wouldn’t hurt to see what we can find."  She walked over to another pile and began searching for anything that caught her eye.  Several minutes passed before Asriel suddenly gasped.  Chara now stood among a mess of trash all around her.  She was mostly wet but didn't care.  She looked toward the monster with his floppy, white ears.  He had found a sealed box and was sitting on the ground, trying to open it with his little claws.

          "Chara, do you have anything sharp?" he called.  "I can't seem to get into this wrapping."

          “What’s wrong with using your claws?” said Chara.

          Asriel tried scraping at the wrapping.  “Haha, they aren’t quite long enough yet.”  Chara sighed then glanced over the trash near her.  Her red eyes caught sight of a sharp, relatively new looking dagger.  She snatched it and approached Asriel, who was still trying to pull open the tight plastic wrap.  The human joined him and lifted the knife.  Asriel looked up with a smile.  "That's perfect!  Here." He held out the box.  Chara carefully stuck the blade into the top seem of the box and cut across the wrapping with a quick slash.  Asriel put the box on his lap again to continue pulling it open.  "That's a pretty neat thing you found.  What do you think it's for?" he asked.

          Chara was about to drop the knife but paused to examine its sharp blade. "It's a kind of knife or dagger," she said.  "It looks like it would be good for gardening . . . like cutting weeds or something."

          Asriel, still sitting on the moist dirt, had almost got the box open the rest of the way.  Though his attention was focused on it, he replied.  "Cool!  You should bring it back and show it to mom and dad."  Chara put the knife in her pocket just as Asriel opened the box. She moved closer to look in with curiosity.  Inside was a bunch of thin, rectangular shapes also wrapped in plastic.  Asriel was confused.  He took one out to look at it.  "What are these?"

          Chara smiled.  "Chocolate?"  She picked up one as well.  "I can't believe it."  The human girl opened its wrapper and tasted the dark brown chocolate bar.  "It's still good too.  It's been so long since I’ve had any."

          Asriel looked up.  "Chocolate?"  His head was tilted a little in confusion, while still holding a bar in his hand.

          Chara took a large bite out of the chocolate and replied with her mouth full. "It is a human candy, Asriel. Kids love this stuff.  Remember?  Mom had some at that first party when I was adopted."

          "Oh!  Cool." Asriel opened the wrapper of his and licked the chocolate.

          "Do you like it?"

          Asriel took a bite and savored the taste a few seconds.  "Hm, it's sweet but uh . . . not my favorite."

          "I think chocolate is fantastic."  Chara took another bite and giggled.  "I don't know how I lasted so long without it."

          "Should we bring it back too?"

          Chara nodded.  "Yes, we definitely should."

          "Alright."  Asriel stood up, holding the box securely.  "Let's go.  This will keep us busy for a while."  He started back through the water, taking the lead.  "See?  Told you this would be fun."

          Chara took another bite of her chocolate bar as she followed him.  “Yeah.  This was a good idea,” she said.

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Holic | Im Jae Bum | One-Shot

jb (got7) + you (reader) word count: 2,896 warnings: yeah a curse word here and there, it’s a smut but there’s no intercourse just some good ole dry humping it’s hot when done right okay enjoy and don’t judge a/n: this is some shit i wrote it in like two hours don’t hate me for putting a fic out that is such low quality haha sometimes i just gotta write some random crap in between all the other crap to make myself feel good lol

The club was packed; nothing unusual. My best friend and I weren’t looking for trouble. It had been a long week and we simply wanted to cool down for a few hours.

Little did I know, that wouldn’t be the case.

Just as my companion and I clinked our glasses together at the bar and downed a mouthful to get the night underway, something caught her attention behind me.

“Isn’t that GOT7?” she asked curiously.

“Where?” I exclaimed under my breath, whipping around to do a quick scan of the crowd.

She pointed with drink in hand to a corner of rounded leather couches and sure enough, it took barely five seconds for me to recognize the four oldest members swigging drinks together and surveying the array of dancing girls.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable for them to be that pretty?” I quipped with a nervous chuckle.

She licked her lips before sipping her cocktail and murmured wistfully, “No, not at all.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, I think it’s good they get to go out and have a little fun. And no one is swarming them. I guess they haven’t been recognized.”

My best friend wiggled her eyebrows. “Look at that, you’re the only baby bird in the house.”

“Very funny,” I droned.

“Mm, I think they’re looking over here.”

Glancing over my shoulder, sure enough the boys quickly turned away, going on like they were having a very interesting conversation amongst each other.

“I have an idea,” I told my friend mischievously, approaching the bartender.

A few minutes later, the boys were surprised as they were handed a tray of shots. The bartender pointed in my direction and I lifted my glass in a toast, then returned to my best friend.

“Subtle,” she snickered with pride.

“It’s completely harmless to buy them shots,” I reminded, downing the rest of my drink. “They should enjoy the little freedom they get.”

“You bought enough for six people, darling,” my best friend countered.

“Did I?” I questioned coyly. “I must have miscounted.”

She laughed, then her expression changed. “Oh, you little brat, here they come.”

“It actually worked?” I squeaked, turning around to come face to face with Jackson and Mark.

“Hello, there,” greeted Jackson, already sporting a massive grin.

I smiled back and asked, “What can I do for you, boys?”

“That’s a lot of shots,” Mark replied, playing cool. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get us drunk.”

“Mm, buzzed would be more appropriate,” I retorted.

Jackson snorted a laugh and said, “Alright, well there’s two extras. Come and get yours.”

“On our way,” my companion announced, downing her drink and setting the glass on the bar.

I smirked with amusement and followed Jackson and Mark to the couches.

Jaebum reached down and grabbed two shots, handing one to me. In sync, the six of us downed the vodka and slammed the glasses loudly back on the table.

As Jaebum and I rose, our eyes met and we exchanged glances, as if we were sizing each other up. When I smiled, the spell was broken and he bashfully simpered back, bowing his head in a quick, polite manner.

“Would you ladies care to join us?” asked Jackson flirtatiously.

My eyes were still on Jaebum. He hadn’t taken his off of me.

My friend immediately plopped down at Jackson’s side, but I stayed next to Jaebum and answered, “I didn’t come here to sit.”

“Oh?” questioned Jaebum, almost in a whisper.

I smirked up at him and nodded.

Jaebum promptly turned to Jackson and spoke to him in rapid Korean. I looked to our makeshift translator and waited.

“He says he’s not very good at English.”

With a shrug, I said, “I can think of something we can do that doesn’t involve any talking.”

Mark and Jackson gawked at me with wide eyes.

I scoffed and corrected, “Um, dancing? What were you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Mark replied. “Nothing at all.”

“Yeah, okay,” I chortled, then held out my hand to Jaebum. “Dance with me?”

Jaebum turned to his friends, all of whom waved him forward dramatically. It seemed like a full time job trying to get him to loosen up. With a shy smile, Jaebum took my hand and let me lead him to the dance floor.

Finding an empty spot amid the hyperactive clubbers, I turned to face Jaebum and draped an arm over his shoulder, guiding him closer. For a moment, I thought he would be self-conscious or nervous, but he quickly held my waist and started swaying to the rhythm.

I focused on matching his movements, feeling myself drawn closer and closer to him as the song went on. He smelled so good; just the right amount of cologne blending with an inherent scent that was all him.

As I kept my hands on his arms and shoulders, I could feel his hard muscles flexing with every shift to the beat. When he overlapped his grasp around my waist, wrists settling at my lower back, I was pulled even nearer and our bodies finally touched. I hid my face beneath his jaw, breathing him in and hoping he didn’t hear how rapidly my heart was thumping.

“This okay?” Jaebum asked sweetly.

“Mm, yeah,” I replied, my breath ghosting over his neck. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I felt him shiver.

I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and set my fingertips to his shoulders. He sucked in a hard breath and his hips stuttered against mine. I could feel him tensing and it made me smile with arrogance.

“You okay?” I asked coyly, brushing my nose beneath his ear.

“Hm,” he hummed, nodding quickly.

“You smell really good,” I whispered, slowly dragging my nails down his spine.

Jaebum grunted ever so slightly and stammered, “You, too.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, picking up the speed of my hips as the song changed.

I lost sight of how long we had been dancing, but our bodies were pressed tightly against each other with no room for hesitation. His hands stayed possessively around my waist, though they occasionally drifted closer to my ass. I figured he probably wouldn’t risk grabbing a handful.

With my face still hidden at the base of his shoulder, I stared at the soft skin of his neck, resisting the urge to suck a bruise for him to sport for the next few days. My fingers trailed from his shoulders, down his back, to his hips, stroking his muscles with just enough pressure. Jaebum panted slightly, lowering his head until our cheeks brushed and I could feel his breath on my ear.

He whispered in his mother tongue and I closed my eyes, listening to his silky voice against my skin. God, I wanted so badly to press a wet, hot kiss on his neck.

Shifting, I altered our positions and inadvertently brought my thigh right against his crotch. And that was when I felt it.

Jaebum stiffened, realizing he’d been caught and was about to make a break for the hills when I grabbed his arms to keep him with me.

“Sorry,” he murmured, lowering his head to hide a blush across his cheeks.

Inching closer, I lifted my eyes from his chest to his face and whispered, “Do you want help with that?”

For someone who claimed his English wasn’t very good, my words snared his undivided attention in an instant. His gaze burned into mine and any sense of shame soared out the window.

“Yes,” Jaebum finally answered.

Smiling, I took his hand and pulled him at my side, striding through the crowd and to the array of curtains along the geometric walls. Okay, I may have once discovered this spot while hiding from a creeper and spent almost an hour playing on my phone while my best friend had her fun.

Pushing the ebony curtain aside, I pulled Jaebum with me into a small alcove. The hiding place was equipped with a bar for drinks, which led me to believe these little sanctuaries were scattered around the club.

After yanking the curtain back to its position, I turned and backed myself into Jaebum, smiling at the tiny grunt that fell from his lips. Rubbing my ass slowly into his crotch, I reached behind to grab his hips, seizing his jeans and urging him to get moving.

Jaebum rolled his body against mine, almost tentatively. I released his pants and flipped my hair to one side, pulling it out of the way while I bounced my ass along his obvious bulge.

With a hiss from his clenched jaws, I licked my lips with delight, knowing I was on the right track. Jaebum finally snatched my hips and began rutting himself into my behind, pushing me forward until I reached out and grabbed the small bar. Holding on to it, I used the leverage to throw my ass back against him.

To my surprise, Jaebum kicked at my feet and I reflexively spread my legs. He fit his hips closer into mine, driving back and forth for more friction until the quietest of moans left his mouth.

No matter how quiet it was, I heard it and it sparked a fire in me. The energy between us flared as if it were a physical force in our midst. With the way Jaebum was clinging to my waist and fixating his hips between my legs to move closer to my core, I was losing sight of my desire to please him and shifting to something more self-gratifying.

“H-harder,” I panted, bracing my hands on the bar for more tension. When he pushed his erection under my ass, there was nowhere for me to go but back against him.

Jaebum muttered a few words in his own language and the low, husky growl his voice had become made me purr with delight.

“Baby, harder,” I spoke a little more firmly this time and if he hadn’t understood my words before, he certainly read my tone now.

His hips snapped harshly into mine, forcing my thighs even farther apart. With the new, slightly faster pace, I became more and more distracted with my impending orgasm. My innermost walls were pulsing, desperate for something to clench on to, and as much I salivated at the thought of Jaebum’s hard cock inside me, I had enough of a conscience not to go that far with a stranger.

I could feel the bruises beginning to form under Jaebum’s fingers as he held my waist and rocked into me even faster. With his little pants and grunts, I knew he was getting close and I was surprised he lasted this long.

Just as I finished the thought, Jaebum brought his strong arms around my middle, crossing them tightly and bouncing against me. As I curved my back, doing everything I could to push him even farther, his forearms bumped into my breasts and he seemed to be reminded of their presence.

A hand grabbed my mound and squeezed, holding tightly as he drove erratically into me, getting closer and closer. I heard a few breathy words in Korean before he flexed his arms around my ribs so tightly it knocked the wind out of me. He moaned lowly and staggered into me, knocking my body forward as he shook through a rocky climax.

I grinned with satisfaction, gripping the bar for stability as he lowered to my back, his head crashing on my shoulder. Jaebum mumbled near my ear and I said nothing, letting him use me for equilibrium until he got his shit together.

A moment later, I felt his weight leave me and I finally stood upright, stretching my spine and turning around to face him. I smiled smugly at the blissful expression he was sporting and would have made a suggestive comment about how he needed to get pussy more often, but then I remembered his English skills.

Instead, I resorted to asking, “Better?”

Jaebum swallowed, nodded, and replied, “Uh, thank you?”

I snickered. “You’re welcome.”

He did a quick scan of me, looking down at my thighs before back to my face. “You,” he started, considering his words. “You did?”

Shaking my head, I waved him away and began, “It’s fine. I…”

Without a word, he reached forward, grabbing me none too gently and pulling me back into his arms. I opened my mouth to argue, but the moment he pushed his leg between my thighs, I groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Jaebum tangled a hand in my hair and pressed me into the wall, crushing me with his body and keeping my head in his hold. Grasping his arms, my mouth gaped open as he rocked his thigh into my center, starting off at a leisurely pace.

“Mm,” I hummed as he buried his face in my neck and thrust his leg back and forth. I started grinding into it and my body turned desperate in a matter of seconds.

He whispered things in my ear, words I couldn’t recognize, but I knew by his tone they weren’t phrases he would ever say in public. My mind raced with the thought of us naked in bed, rolling around for hours and never getting enough.

My arousal soaked through my panties and was now making itself evident in my jeans. I listened to Jaebum’s heavy breathing and the occasional comment while I rode his thigh, my nails sinking into his muscly arms. Fortunately, they didn’t cut through his shirt, but not for lack of trying.

“Hngh, right there,” I panted when he angled his leg and landed squarely on my clit through my pants.

“Here?” Jaebum teased, raking his thigh back and forth, adding pressure where he knew it counted.

“Yes, right there,” I cried out, winching my eyes closed. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jaebum snickered against my jaw and his fingers in my hair tightened. “You’re beautiful,” he suddenly whispered, his nose brushing over my ear before skimming my flesh with his bared teeth.

“Fuck,” I barely managed to huff before I climaxed in his arms. As I threw my head back and shook uncontrollably, I felt him leaning even closer to me, crushing me against the wall until I was hopelessly pinned. His thigh bounced calmly into my clothed core while I shattered, covering my mouth to keep my moan at bay.

I finally stilled and collapsed on to him, my cheek colliding with the top of his shoulder. Jaebum chuckled darkly and held me securely in his arms as he waited patiently. I was relieved he returned the favor of giving me a chance to recover.

Lifting my head, I braced my hands on his chest and lilted back, meeting his gaze.

“Good?” he asked, smiling.

I nodded and quipped, “Thank you?”

“No problem.”

We both fell into a short fit of laughter, getting to our feet and smoothing out our clothes. I imagined he had a much bigger mess in his pants than I did in mine and the thought made my mouth water.

“Um, we should probably get back out there,” I suggested, raking my fingers through my disheveled hair.

“Hm?” he questioned.

“Right, English,” I muttered under my breath, racking my brain for what he would understand. “We should go now.”

“Now?” Jaebum repeated back to me.

My heart swelled at how disappointed he sounded.

But I didn’t care who he was. Technically, I had just met him. He wasn’t getting me out of this outfit.

“Yeah,” I told him, nodding and offering a smile.

To my relief, he returned it and held out his hand, teasing, “Ladies first.”

I rolled my eyes with a smirk and let him hold the curtain back for me to step out. He was only a pace behind me as we did the walk of shame across the club, returning to where the others were still chilling. My best friend was curled up against Jackson on the couch and looked like she was about to devour him whole.

“We were about to send out a search party,” joked Jackson, eyes on me with scrutiny.

Jaebum gave me one last smile before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“Enjoy your stay in America, boys,” I announced with a grin. “Land of the free. Home of the brave. All that jazz.”

“I love this country,” Mark sighed, eyes on the girl twerking in a miniskirt behind him.

Grabbing my friend, I pulled her with me to the main bar to spill the beans. As we sipped our new drinks, I told her everything that had happened and her eyes nearly burst out of her skull.

“You dry humped Jaebum!” she exclaimed.

“Finally, I can say I’ve literally jizzed my pants,” I quipped, snickering. For a moment, I stopped and wondered if there would be a SoundCloud song written about me in the near future. Needless to say, the thought made me smirk devilishly behind my glass.

My friend glanced past me, licking her lip and fighting a grin. “Don’t lose your shit,” she murmured. “But I think someone isn’t done with you just yet.”

Fingers tapped my shoulder and my body shivered with excitement, recognizing the touch and scent of the man behind me. Setting down my drink, I turned around and asked, “Yes?”

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[bloodline-rpg]

Congratulations, Steph! We have accepted your application for your OC, Haven Caldwell (FC  Madelaine Petsch) Please create a new blog (not a sideblog) for your character and send us the link via ask box as soon as you can. Along with your link, please let us know what lyric you’d like for us to use for Monty in his bio. Welcome to Bloodline!

Name/Alias: Steph Age: Twenty - Five Preferred pronouns: She / Her Timezone: EST Level of activity (don’t give your activity a number value, please describe how active you will be as best as possible): I’m a college student (haha… please give me my degree) but I’m usually on every night or every other night. It might become slightly less than that when exams take place, but I’d always communicate that beforehand.

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Character’s Name: Haven Caldwell Desired FC: Madelaine Petsch Character’s Age: Twenty - Four Character’s Species: Immortal Witch Character’s Sexuality: Bisexual

BIOGRAPHY.

Power — what everyone wants and so few get. Those who are lucky are born with it, silver spoons dangling out of the corners of their mouths, blissfully unaware of the struggles plaguing the less fortunate. Those who are not quite as lucky choose to take it, tear it from the grasp of those who hardly deserve it, and claim what’s rightfully theirs. You see, power is the empty chamber in a game of Russian roulette, and only a few ever dare to have the balls to pull the trigger. You have to play the game to be rewarded. After all, Haven Caldwell was always destined for more than what the world gave her.

In hindsight, it might be hard for one to believe Haven had been a happy child, the apple of her parents’ eye. They doted on her as any parents would, spoiled her the way only an only child could be spoiled. The streets of New York were her own personal playground, a concrete jungle gym just for her. As the child of an original witch, magic had never been a secret, whispered about in the dark as though it was something to be feared. Rather, it had been embraced, uplifted. Haven would sit at the kitchen table and watch with glee as fire sparked from her mother’s fingertips, flames licking at the skin. She would clap her little hands together and exclaim that the fire was the same color as her hair; her mother would coo at the excitement, press a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, flames dissipating as quickly as they came. She always wanted to be just like her mother, imagining what it would feel like to have fire at her fingers, hungry for a power she just knew she had to possess. And her mother, her dear, darling mother… well, every mother wants a mini-me.

Of course, you don’t always get what you want. Holistic Witch. The result of splitting a bloodline one too many times; the result of a family not knowing how to take care of their own. The revelation had come when her mother could no longer hide it, when she stopped being able to explain it away with coos of “you’re just a late bloomer sweetheart,” when it became apparent to Haven herself that she and her mother were not one and the same. According to the story, her grandfather had fallen for a human, marrying for love and not for power ⁠— her mother, drunk on love and foolish… so very foolish, had made the same mistake. Her mother had been one of the lucky ones, the first result of the first split, still an Original. Still powerful, still lauded, still destined for greatness. Haven had not. Just as quickly as she yearned for the fire at her fingertips, she learned to resent the flames sparking from her mother’s. Holistic Witch. Destined to always be seen as less than, inferior. Her mother swore it didn’t change anything, that she could still be powerful, still be great, but Haven was far from stupid. This changed everything.

At sixteen, Haven’s relationship with her mother deteriorated. She grew far too resentful of the woman who had lied to her, kept her in the dark regarding the truth. She knew it killed her mother to watch her only daughter grow cold when they’d once been inseparable, but her mother kept her distance, knowing it was the least that she could do. Looking back on it, maybe Haven had felt a little guilty for pushing her mother away. But you know what they say about trust: it’s a mirror, and you can fix it when it’s broke, but you’ll always see a crack in the reflection. At seventeen, her mother bonded with a wolf familiar ⁠— he’d been nice, Haven supposed, though she didn’t have much of an opinion one way or another at first. He’d integrated into their world seamlessly, a long lost member of the family, a way to bridge the gap. It was a slow start, but his arrival had triggered something in Haven: she wasn’t quite ready to forgive her mother for the years of being left in the dark, but she was getting there. He’d offered them protection, security.

At eighteen, Haven discovered that the wolf was offering up dick in exchange for that protection. She was never meant to know; she wasn’t supposed to be home early that afternoon. She was supposed to be out with her friends, giggling her way down 5th Avenue, arms linked with a pretty girl who wore an even prettier smile. But she’d left her wallet at home, perched on the kitchen counter. It was only a quick detour to go back and grab it after school. She’d found them in the living room, her mother not having the decency to use her marriage bed, caught up in each other. One screaming match later and several pleas from her mother for her not to go, Haven was out the door, a fraction of her belongings in hand. Running away wasn’t the smartest or the most logical choice, but she couldn’t pretend everything was okay, that her mother hadn’t ruined everything over and over and over again.

She made the most of wandering on her own for a few years, relying on her mother’s naivety ⁠— the woman never cut her off, always hoping that Haven would see the error of her own ways and come crawling back. She made friends in both high and low places, listened to the whisperings of the magical world, biding her time and honing her craft. It had been a shock when the rumor first swirled, the murmurings of a witch who had achieved immortality pressed to the shell of her ear; the man who told her of the rumors knew of her desires and presented her with the golden ticket, sending her on her merry way.

Haven wanted power.

Thierry wanted a coven.

Maybe that was the beginning, and the end, of everything.

PERSONALITY.

Ruthless. Calculating. Cold. Detached. Angry. They always used to say that Haven was only out for Haven, willing to send anyone and everyone down the river just to get herself ahead⁠—gone is the happy little girl clapping gleefully in her mother’s kitchen. She has a flair for the dramatics, thrives on being the center of attention. More than anything, though, she despises the notion of being weak. She refuses to be seen as less than and demands the respect she knows she deserves. Her behavior teeters on the edge of sadistic, though not without reason. Wolves don’t deserve respect, so why should she treat them with such? Though perhaps more than a little fucked up, she takes pleasure in toying with the wolves for her own amusement, just to keep herself entertained. It’s a stretch, however, to say she lacks humanity⁠—she isn’t a monster by her own definition, though if that’s how others perceive her, that’s on them. However, those she holds a soft spot for are few and far between. You know what they say: there’s something dangerous about the boredom of girls with nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

POLITICS.

It’s safe to say that Haven’s loyalty lies with herself above all else. She’ll do whatever necessary to protect herself first, and worry about her secondary loyalties after. (Really, the only other loyalty she’d have is to Thierry and the Immortal Witches. She’s vicious regarding the wolves given her history, and her stance on Holistic witches isn’t much better. She regards herself as above Original Witches through her newfound identity as an Immortal Witch, thinking of herself as more powerful, but there’s still a unique and deep-seeded resentment towards them that stems from envy.) It’d be interesting to explore interpersonal relationships because she isn’t really a fan of anyone, save for the respect she holds for Thierry and the other Immortal Witches. Again, she teeters on the edge of sadistic in regards to the wolves, toying with them for her own amusement. That’s certainly a dynamic I want to explore and dig a little deeper into.

Though she considers herself to be a manipulator in her own right, I think it’d be interesting to explore how Haven can be manipulated through her quest to get ahead. Promise her more power than what she already has and she’ll take the bait, do someone’s bidding—so long as she feels she has control over the situation and is making the choice for herself. Additionally, she’s a bit of a hellraiser. It’d be interesting to see how her emergence impacts the dynamic of the manor as a whole. I’m not interested in a redemption arc; Haven is the product of her situation, absolutely, but that isn’t an excuse, and I don’t want to treat it as such.

[moleofmetal]

GIG Review:  St Paddy’s Day - Tins4Tunes - Sky Giant/King Sloth/Immortal Omen

https://www.facebook.com/events/764095287295522/

Embarrassingly coming much later on in the year than normal. My first live gig or metal show of 2019, is also probably the first gig I’ve ever been to that a can of beans is a valid entrance fee. This gig, a charity show is all for a good cause: to help support my local community’s food bank with donations, while providing a few hours of live music too. Featured in a venue I’ve not covered before Church which is a fairly large venue with a terrific sound that I will no doubt be coming back to for GloryHammer and Discharge that is set to rock the place later this year. Watch this space for those!

On with the music after a sluggish start, the first band up and providing the deepest plunge into metal (my “normal” territory haha) of the night is a local and young upstart band: Immortal Omen. Now with a name that jams to together two famous names glued together with early band optimism, this band had all the hallmarks of a “my first band” effort with a lot more confidence than most. As for style think more of the last part of their name: Omen like the heavy metal band than the black metal titans of the former. Nothing too grisly here.

Presented on stage was a pleasant female fronted melodic heavy metal with a handful of thrash influence and a big bag of Iron Maiden badged Bass style. A nice package. With the bassist slap happy talented style that pulsed enjoyably as an undercurrent that set the mood nicely, though not quite reaching too far forward until about their third track when the satisfying rattle emerged to added impact.

The guitar work here was much more the focus, swinging into some speed metal melodic stomps, and galloping sections of thrash-like chops. Interesting yet un-pervasive, lots of style points but nothing you’ve not heard before. There was also some impressive soloing licks though, which shows that guitarist Frankie Perrie is quite the ginger wizard given the right breaks and definitely a deliverer of the goods when needed. While thrashing sections, while not frequent, were well executed with a step up in the heavy and made for some decent headbangs. Pretty fun and fast, how I like it.  

It was a night for drummers to shine with all the bands having some great sonic talent in the back row. Immortal Omen’s Adam Cashley was not one to let the side down on that front. Talented and strongly performed, although l could see he looked the most nervous person in the room, and this bleed through slightly with a few nervous points. Nothing too serious though, and there is more to like than dislike, including an interesting rim shot clicking styled riff on one of their new tracks made for a nice bit of experimentation. Good show from the back

Being a female fronted band, (another trend of the night) the vocalist: Eden Noon was not lost in the noise, having her own style and sway.  A restrained swagger to her singing, and adding a grungy flavor to the mix. Her melodic singing style hit the right points with all the metal around her while also doing her bit and giving a middling stage presence. Not the most imposing but more than passable. However, with the last track “Serpentine” she let out few punishing and piercing shrieks that shocked a few and startled many with its raw attack. Boosting the bands' memorability enormously! I would love to hear this developed further as she clearly has some mean side to her.

This my first time seeing all the bands on the night, but Immortal Omen was the one I was looking forward to the most (being the only metal on the bill helped too). And I can say they didn’t let me down. They did a good job giving out an entertaining set lacking only in confidence to push them forward. They made up for their mostly static movement on stage with some good tunes and ideas, despite some early jitters. For a young band though, I’ve heard a lot, a lot worse than these guys and I can tell they have the right spirit to make a success out their future. I’m happy to raise my horns to them. [7/10]

Get more from them here:

https://www.facebook.com/ImmortalOmen18/

King Sloth, the next band up, and what felt like a sharp step upwards on the skill level chart, but going on the fact some of the also work at the local musician’s shop (Kenny’s music) it felt a little bit like they were cheating a bit. They produced a super confident blend like kings of the forest floor in the high roofed venue. This band would fit perfectly with the annual Blue bonanza / Almost Blue fest in my city, as they had much of the feel of a cover band with their proficiency and laid back image and vibe and mostly sloth-like in motion. 

Playing a mash of old school rock flavors from the 60/70’s with stoner grooves and bluesy whiffs from the desert scene of the QOTSA bunch, and combining with just a splash or modern rock. Steeped in such a retro sound like the monsoon season in Vietnam just before the battles started, they started with a bang! With some delicate and precise key work on a Rhodes style affected keyboard they rocked, Hard! and suitably heavy for the style. Superb! While garage punk like riff grooves and rocking solos that were as interesting and as kick-ass the guitarist seems to have energy, for he was bouncing and all over the place on stage. A bit of a nutter is Daryl Robertson it seems. His playing style sloppy and blues driven boogie that had a few blemishes that seemed to make embellishments to his style. Wicked guitar work all around!

They even put out an astonishing mash-up of Hendrix/Phil Collins tune that merged nicely into a super highlight of the set and night. Great! The vocals from short fry Michael Carey did, however, take second fiddle to the instrumentals as they were not as distinct or a memorable as he sang the dulcet tones, but he made up for this by providing the most banter/lip of the night. Fairly funny and pretty honest. While having a dual role as bassist too, it seems he had is hands full as it did feel like the keys from Connan Watt were taking the place or covering for the perceived lack of strums in places. This is minor though as the tune the played where massive! 

The drums (from Jamie Butler) like the rest of the band was top notch and helped to make the whole band sound huge while adding his own bold flair and stylistic technical points to the music to great impact. This was, overall a stellar performance and well worth sticking around for. Busy, yet laid back set, full of great tunes for retro fans and modern sounders alike to get behind. Super! [8/10]

Get laid back with them here:

https://www.facebook.com/KingSlothBand/

Taking the headliner spot and up next was Sky Giant a terrific band of students from Perth College that have already made a bit of splash in the area. And I can see why. They were quick to take things in a new and possibly more extreme direction. This female fronted Post-hardcore 4-piece had a clear Mathcore / Math rock influence with some impressive tapping guitar and bass work, and wild angular riffs. Echoing of a Protest The Hero’s style while much more restrained in the guitar noodling department. Guitar work of Andrew McAllister was a real treat to see. Powerful riff work and fascinating sounds burled outward from their amps, providing a complex sound but not too far-out to be grasped and enjoyed for its melody, and its catchy hooks

A well-chosen stealth cover song was snuck within their early set too, that felt so much in their style that it landed greatly in their set without much notice, fitting in perfectly with their own well-written material. Nice move and skillfully done. Sparse and post-rock atmospherics where not skipped over either providing much needed dynamic to their tunes and breathing space between the waves.

The bass from the only provided Irishman in for St Paddy’s day in the night, Brian Connor skillfully handled the 4string with noteworthy passion, will adding subtle vocal backing too. The Exodus clad drummer, Marc James thrashed madly in the back shining bright with his crash symbol abuse. Giving speedy fills and added a metal crunch to the mix, wickedly done!

Sky Giant, although not the heaviest, they did swing into when they needed to. This is post-hardcore on the surface but with a large belly of alternative rock underneath as they kept the vocals clean and melodic. Starting with more blues-like in the beginning for vocals with smokey tones, before going into more tuneful, in a moderately powerful way, combing some floating moments, and with a pop-punk feel in places. It seems that Eleanor Hickey has a lot of versatility only just below her surface. 

The night for Sky Giant seems to be about carrying on momentum. The momentum of their energy on stage as well from the success of their latest EP launch, but they had one more trick up their sleeve. A la A Day To Remember: playing easycore iconic anthem-like cover of Kelly Clarkson (You know the song.) that was faithfully adapted but the vocals had the grip of karaoke vibe bringing down some minor points, (not helped by my own over-listening of the song). A fun number to play though, and it got quite a buzz from the audience. However, the show stopper original track they ended on was something special! A track that covers all the elements of their sound in one concise in brilliant fashion. A fabulous set, and very complete and fully entertaining band, that I won’t be surprised if they go on to greater heights from here. Go on! Go touch the sky, you delicious giants! [8/10]

Head into the Sky with them here:

https://www.facebook.com/skygiantband/

https://skygiant.bandcamp.com/releases

#gig reviews #gig review #Heavy metal #thrash metal #7/10 #8/10 #Sky Giant #King Sloth #Immortal Omen

[toopliss-chewtoy]

Street Art

A police/punk au @syndeh and I came up with, retrofitted to work for March Madness final battle for PNAU. Nerd-ness is less obvious outside of a high school au setting, but trust me, Hic is one of the biggest nerds you'll ever meet!  - J.

Wonderful art by Syndeh, clicky [[HERE]] and [[HERE]] for full versions!

Summary:  Being a rookie sucks. K9 unit or not, you still get the most ridiculous jobs because 'it builds character'. Size: 2285 words Warnings: n/a Also on AO3

Street Art

“Why do we even respond to this stuff, sarge?” Hiccup argued through the car radio.

“We don’t. You do.” There was a clear tone of underlying pleasure and glee in the voice of Sgt. North. “Be glad I’m not making you write a report about this as well.”

“You are. Reports are mandatory for every response.”

“Oh, right. Well, have fun. Don’t forget to check in with Mrs. Hudson!”

Before Hiccup could complain any further, the radio clicked and North was gone.

“Don’t forget Mrs. Hudson,” Hiccup mimicked with a seriously silly and overdone Russian accent. It was Hiccup’s belief that he had much better things to do than deal with Mrs. Hudson. It was a woman far in her eighties that lived at the corner of Sylvan and Grand Avenue. She observed everything in her neighborhood with the eyes of a farsighted hawk, and the moment she sees something ‘suspicious’, the police hears about it. They would then send Hiccup and his dog to investigate.

“Stupid rookie jobs,” Hiccup muttered grumpily. Toothless barked. “Exactly, bud.”

They arrived at the scene. Hudson had said she saw a ‘shady figure’ going into the park. Dark hoodie and backpack.

The young cop looked to his right and spotted Mrs. Hudson right away; she was behind the only lit window in the street. Of course she’d be watching, the old crow. Impossible to just go over right away and bluff about it then. Hiccup got out, let Toothless out of his cage, and put a leash on him.

“Heel.”

Together they strolled into the park across the street. There were no street-lights in the park, but there was enough light coming from the streetlights to navigate. The park wasn’t that big; just a soccer field, some foresty bits, a second field of poorly kept grass, and shuttered booth where you could get ice-cream on hot days. Gravel paths swirled in between. There was literally nothing of interest, so Hiccup highly doubted anyone with malicious intent would venture here of all places.

Tell that to Mrs. Hudson though.

Hiccup looked around and as far as he could see, they were alone. But Toothless thought otherwise. The watchful canine’s ears perked up and he started to growl, tugging at the leash towards an ice-cream stall. Hiccup whispered him to stay quiet and heel, and together they moved forward. Hiccup could hear something too now: the hissing of spray paint. So there was someone here after all. Sure,  vandalism in some mediocre park wasn’t really worth a K9 unit response, but now he was here he might as well get the guy.

He grabbed his flashlight and slowly crept around the booth. And there he was: a hooded guy with a backpack, can of spray-paint in his hand. Hiccup turned on the flashlight, and Toothless chose that particular moment to ignore his ordered silence and bark. Just one sharp bark, but it scared the crap out of Mr. Graffiti here.

“AAAAaaaah!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Mr. Graffiti was wearing a scarf, so Hiccup could only see a small part of his face. Some white hair stuck out from under his hood, and around his wrist was a spiked armband. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Hiccup and the dog in turn, eyes wide as saucers. Toothless was growling, pulling the leash taut.

“Oh come on, he’s not going to hurt you.” Hiccup said, rolling with his eyes. “Not unless I tell him. Now put that can down and get on your knees.”

Mr. Graffiti shook his head furiously.

“What? Excuse me?”

Another shake of his head.

“No no that’s not how any of this works. I’m the cop with the scary dog, you’re the vandal with the spray-paint. You do as I say.”

Finally, Mr. Graffiti dropped his can of paint. It clattered onto the ground.

“That’s more like it. Now on y-”

A car alarm started blaring. Hiccup looked over and saw blinker-lights flashing at the parking lot at the edge of the park, next to the football field. And somehow, by some stupidly courageous way of reasoning, Mr. Graffiti decided he should make a run for it.

“Hey!” Hiccup yelled. He tried to make a grab for Mr. Graffiti, but his reflexes were just a bit too slow. “Stop!” Hiccup yelled, but the man was already sprinting down a dark path. Damn he was fast. Toothless was barking and pulling, ready to go after him, but Hiccup wasn’t going to let him chase this ‘criminal’. Vandalism wasn’t really worth biting wounds, was it? That seemed a bit too harsh for such a small crime.

The car alarm stopped as sudden as it had begun, meaning that either the owner or the thief had turned it off. The car wasn’t driving away, so Hiccup was pretty sure it wasn’t being stolen; it just had shitty wiring.

He shone his light around the ground to see if Mr. Graffiti had dropped anything. He knelt to pick up the spray can when he spotted something much more interesting: a glove.  That probably belonged to the culprit… with some luck, they might be able to catch this guy after all.

“Wouldn’t that be fun, Toothless?” Hiccup asked. Toothless licked his owner’s face, which was now perfectly within reach. “Ahpfft… thanks for the support. Let’s go tell Mrs. Hudson she can go to sleep now, eh? Maybe she’ll give you a treat.”

Toothless barked happily - ‘treat’ was a familiar word, regardless of where the treat was coming from. At least someone was excited to go and talk to the old lady.

Two days later, Hiccup had a regular day-shift again. He still hadn’t handed in the report on Mr. Graffiti yet. First, he had considered writing a 12 page essay just to spite North, but the big bellied sergeant was too likely to ignore it, so instead he had written the shortest, fastest report in reporting history. He’d gotten coffee when he started typing, and when he was done his cup ‘o Joe hadn’t even cooled down enough to drink. It was that short. Still, the report wasn’t on North’s desk. And the sergeant was starting to ask questions - every response needed to be reported however brief or uneventful it was - but Hiccup wanted to tie up some loose ends before he filed it.

With the end of his shift came the usual ‘end-of-shift-but-not-quite-haha’ task over the radio. The usual group of teens and young adults had gathered at the train station again. They were a punkish lot, with lots of gel in their brightly coloured hair, and plenty of spikes and studs on their clothing. Almost every day they would hang out in front of the station to skateboard and blare loud music. They weren’t a bad people, but the complaints were inevitable, and then Hiccup was sent to shoo them away.

As he parked, he could already see them. A group of four was huddled around a portable speaking, smoking. A girl with hair in all colours of the rainbow was skateboarding while her friend looked on. The onlooker had a leather jacket with studs on the shoulders, and his hair was white as freshly cut cocaine. Hiccup could hear their music from inside his car.

He got out and fetched Toothless with muzzle and leash on. The black Shepherd didn’t like the muzzle one bit, and he was well behaved enough to go without it, but it was standard issue. Accidental bitings would be disastrous. Besides, most people found him slightly less scary that way.

Before he walked over, he took Mr. Graffiti’s glove out of a plastic bag. He let Toothless sniff it.

“Toothless, seek.” The shepherd sniffed the air and around on the ground, but initially didn’t find anything. Hiccup guided him along and headed towards the group. Sure enough, Toothless smelled the owner of the glove.

The white-haired punk joined the group of four, and the music was turned down.

“Sorry officer,” he called to Hiccup, who was only half-way between them and the car. “We’ll keep it down, nothing illegal going on.”

Hiccup had learned that this was ‘Jack Frost’. He was fairly sure Jack was his actual first name, but he doubted the Frost part was real. He was quite the character. Quick mouth, witty, and no shortage of clever remarks and jabs. He never meant any actual harm, but sadly he was the cause of many of the complaints. Hiccup had taken him in once before.

Toothless really had the scent now and started to pull on the leash. He led Hiccup towards the left… up a set of stairs but then right back down again… and then straight for the group of people. All of them eyed Toothless nervously, but didn’t otherwise move.

The black dog walked right up to Jack and barked twice. The punk startled and quickly stepped back, but Toothless paid him no mind. He just sat down as he was taught; he’d found his target after all.

“Good boy,” Hiccup praised him. He scratched Toothless behind the ears, and the shepherd happily wagged its tail. He undid his muzzle and gave him a little treat from his belt. The muzzle was put away, and with a friendly smile Hiccup faced Mr. Graffiti.

“You lost something yesterday.” He held out the glove and Jack gulped. “Make me run and I swear to God,” Hiccup warned him. Toothless, picking up on the shift in mood, started to growl. “Now out with your hands, you’re coming with me.”

Hiccup grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his belt.

“I-I-I uuuh… what are you talking about?”

“I can still see the paint on your fingers. Left hand.”

“I was just doing some DIY today.”

The group tried to muffle their laughter.

“Really? I recall the running gag here is you got two left hands.”

“Could still work if you’re left handed?” Jack tried.

“I don’t have time for this. Come on.”

With a sigh, Jack extended his hands. Hiccup cuffed him one-handedly, keeping Toothless’ leash short with his other hand. The group made an ‘oooooh’ sound at Jack’s arrest, but it was more a dis to Jack than towards officer Haddock. After all, he was the one that had been stupid enough to actually get arrested. Again.

“Now the rest of you, you know the drill. Shoo. Go skate in the park.”

They grumbled, but Toothless’ bared teeth made quick work of that. No-one messes with a K9 unit.

As Hiccup walked Jack to his car, he had to ask: “Why did you run? I had a dog with me!”

“Because I knew you. You’re a good cop. You wouldn’t set your dog on me just for that.”

“Big gamble.”

“Nah. You’re a textbook definition of goody two-shoes.”

“Well, I’m still taking you in. Whoever laughs last and all that.”

He settled Jack in the backseat, put Toothless back in his cage in the trunk, and drove off. He wasn’t heading to the station, however. Instead, he drove back to the park.

“What, your satnav broken or something?”

“Nope.”

“You gonna play bad-cop and rough me up where no-one can see?”

“Come oooon.” Hiccup rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna play bad-cop and teach me a different kind of lesson?” Jack said it in a seductive voice, complete with eye-brow wiggle and kiss-kiss gesture.

“You wish.”

“Then what are we doing here exactly?”

“You’ll see.”

“Tease.”

Hiccup parked and fetched a bucket of cleaning supplies from the trunk. Toothless had to stay in his cage for now; Hiccup was pretty sure Jack would behave.

He let the punk out and guided him back to the spray-paint spot.

“I didn’t finish my report from that evening yet,” he explained. “It can be an act of vandalism…” he handed Jack the cleaning stuff. “…or just a false alarm. Your choice.”

Jack took the bucket, still looking rather confused. “You’re gonna make me remove my own art?”

“Art? Vandalism is what normal people call it. You were desecrating someone’s property, something the owner has… worked for… and ehm…” His rant was losing momentum fast as he actually looked at what Jack had been painting. It was the start of a huge snowflake. That on it’s own was pretty neat, considering this place sold ice-cream, but the way Jack had painted it - white, tints of blue, some black - was something special. Even though it was technically vandalism by law, it was also downright gorgeous.

“I thought it kinda fit the stall, you know?” Jack said.

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah. Pretty cool.”

“Puntastic.”

“Wha- oh shut up. I’m saying it looks good, just take the hypothetical compliment.”

“Hypothetical?”

“Yeah. I mean hypothetically you did this, so you get the hypothetical compliment compliment. Who is to say it was actually you or not?”

“Waaait, are you saying…”

“Toothless could have been wrong. Or you just dropped your glove here.”

“Could have, yeah, sure,” Jack agreed with a big grin.

“Just make sure that you enter through the back of the park next time, should you hypothetically return here.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “Sounds like solid advice. For whoever did this, of course.”

“Yeah…”

“Juuup… so you’re absolutely sure tha-”

“Yes. Don’t mention it. Really, don’t.”

“Roger. So are you gonna release me or what?”

“Oh, right. Almost forgot.” They laughed nervously, and Hiccup took off the handcuffs. “Will you be okay from here or do you need a ride?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

They hesitated for a moment. Neither knew what to say or do, but they didn’t want to leave yet either. The moment passed, however, and with a final greeting, Hiccup sauntered back to his car.

#hijack march madness #hijack #frostcup #pnau #dog toothless #police hiccup #punk jack #part of a much bigger story coming after hard coded #j writes