#things might roll out a lil slower

[slut4thebroken]

Home Improvements

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Pairing | Emmett x wife!reader

Summary | Emmett does yard work while you’re outside tanning and you (both) get a little needy.

Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, a lil degradation, breeding, slight age gap, they’re so cute it kinda makes me sick lol.

Words | 1.8 k

Notes | I’ve been wanting to write some consensual Emmett stuff for a while so thank you to the anon who sent an ask to @kiss-me-cill-me who ended up tagging me🤭

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

(Ignore the fact that idk how lawn mowers work lmaooo)

You were laying down on a lawn chair in your favorite bikini, sunglasses on and book in hand, but you weren’t reading anymore. You were completely focused on Emmett. The top two buttons of his shirt were left open and his already short sleeves were rolled up a little, showing even more of his muscles and tattoo in a way that made your mouth water. 

When you noticed he was standing still, you forced yourself to pay attention and realized he was looking at you. “What?” You called out. The engine of the lawn mower was still on, but it was quieter now that he wasn’t moving it. 

“I asked if it’s too loud.” Your heart fluttered a little— he’s always so considerate. 

“No it’s okay. Thank you for checking though.” You were out here first so of course he wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbing your tanning/reading time. 

You continued watching him. Occasionally he’d stop and remove his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he was getting through it pretty quickly, much to your displeasure. 

“Hey, Emmett?” You yelled, hoping he heard you with how far he was. He paused, turning toward you, and when you waved him over, he obeyed instantly.

“Yeah?” 

“Aren't you kind of hot? It’s like 80 degrees out today.” You said casually, confusing him. 

“A little, I guess.” He shrugged. 

“Maybe you should take your shirt off. Feeling the breeze really helps.” You suggested, glancing down at your mostly nude body to show that you weren’t completely bullshitting that excuse. He chuckled quietly and shook his head a little, looking away from you with a small smile. 

“Sure, baby.” You knew that he knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You got what you wanted and that’s all that matters. He started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, then tossed it onto the second lawn chair. Since he already knew, you decided to close your book and put it on the small table in between both chairs. 

“You know, it also might help if you work a little slower too. Going fast means using more effort, and that means getting hotter quicker.” You knew it was grasping at straws and completely cheesy, but he scoffed a laugh and played along. 

“Good point. Any other suggestions?” 

“None that don’t involve public indecency.” You said teasingly and he chuckled again before walking back over to the lawn mower to continue. You could see now that his torso was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, only getting you more worked up. 

There was something so incredibly hot about watching your husband do completely mundane, domestic tasks like mowing the lawn and barbecuing. He also had a really bad habit of doing home self improvements… so at any given time, there was at least one part of the house that was unfinished. The plus side to his love of home diy’s was that he’d build you things for the house, like extra storage in a weird space where nothing could really fit, or a new table after you accidentally spilled paint all over it and couldn’t get it off. 

You frowned when he turned the lawn mower off and started walking over to you. “It looks amazing, honey.” You smiled, shamelessly eyeing his body as he sat down on the chair next to yours. You offered him your glass of ice water which he took eagerly, gulping down more than half of it in one go. “You know, I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.” Honestly, it was more a reward for you being able to sit here for half an hour without jumping his bones. 

“You hate when I’m all sweaty.” You could tell that he wanted whatever you were offering though. 

“Yeah… but that just gives us an excuse to have round two in the shower.” You smirked and his lips curled up into a small smile. 

“Come here.” He said as he laid back in the lawn chair, letting you climb onto his lap. His hands settled on your hips as you took off your glasses and his hat before finally kissing him. Your arms draped over his shoulders, letting you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. When he pulled back, you whined quietly. “I don’t think I can do yard work while you’re tanning anymore. I’ve been hard since I walked out here.” You choked out a laugh, then started grinding on his bulge, making his breath catch in his throat. 

“I agree. I’ve been wet since you started mowing.” You leaned down to kiss him again, still grinding your hips, and his hands dragged up your sides to cup your breasts, making you moan quietly. When he pulled your bikini down to rest below them, you let out a gasp that turned into a mewl when he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. “Fuck- Emmett…” You said through a breath, tightening your grip on his hair. “People might see.” Even though you were in the backyard that had a wood fence all the way around the perimeter, there was still a chance. 

“Thought you said I deserve a reward.” He grumbled, moving to your other nipple to suck and nip at it teasingly. “And I want to fuck my wife on my own property. I don’t give a shit if someone sees.” You knew that wasn’t true. You’d have to stop him from commiting a felony if someone accidentally saw your body because of how jealous and possessive he could be. 

“I’m gonna be pissed if we get in trouble with the HOA.” A few years ago, you never would’ve imagined that you’d be married, living in a suburban house, worried about the HOA. Despite your words, you started snaking your hands down his chest and stomach to his belt. You managed to unbuckle it, even with how close your bodies were, then you opened his pants and took out his cock, stroking him to full hardness. 

“Fuck.” He hissed, kissing up your chest to your neck, then sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a mark. “Need you, doll.” He whispered, hips bucking up toward your hand, desperately seeking out your tight, warm cunt. Since you were just as desperate, you quickly pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and sunk down on his cock, making both of you moan. You sat down on him completely, then paused, needing to let yourself adjust. 

When his hands snaked around to your back and tugged on the string of your bikini, you gasped and tried to keep the fabric from moving away— at least with it below your breasts, you could quickly cover yourself if needed. Emmett didn’t seem to care about that though as he pulled it over your head then threw it somewhere to the side. 

“Fuck..” You said through a breath. The risk was making you infinitely needier and as you continued to get more turned on, you started to care less about someone possibly seeing. 

“Come on, baby. Give me my reward.” He gruffed. As if your body was completely under his command, you started rocking your hips, warming yourself up a little. You cried out when he suddenly slapped your ass. “You know what I want.” His voice was much harsher now, making it clear that this was a demand, not a request. So you started bouncing up and down on his lap, forcing moans out of both of you. “That’s it… Be a good little wife and use that greedy cunt to please my cock.” He groaned, slapping your ass again before moving his hands up to grope your tits. You were starting to sweat now as you panted, quickly heating up from the exertion. 

Getting bolder, he suddenly reached for the strings on both hips, then quickly pulled to untie them. “Emmett..” You warned— being completely nude was way too risky.  

“We can move this to the front yard if you’d prefer.” He threatened, making you falter. When you gave up on trying to stop him, he smirked and removed the fabric, leaving you fully bare. “What would people say, honey?” He murmured mockingly. “If they knew that you liked riding me in public, in broad daylight, without wearing any clothes.” 

“Emmett…” You whined, his words making you needier. 

“Oh, I know, baby… I know.” He cooed, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. “You can’t help being a whore, but it’s okay because you’re my whore. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes.” You mewled, desperately moving your hips, chasing your release. 

“Say it.” His hands settled on your hips and he held you still, then started bucking up into you. 

“I’m your whore, Emmett.” You whined with a blush. He moved one hand to smack your ass as a warning, then immediately put it back on your hip. “I’m your whore!” You cried out, much louder this time. “Fuck— please make me come.” 

“Wait just a little longer, doll, I’m almost there.” He said breathily, tightening his grip on your hips almost painfully and bucking up into you so fast, you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your breasts were moving embarrassingly with how hard he was pounding you, only furthering your humiliation… which only brought you closer to the edge. 

“Emmett.. please, I can’t hold it.” You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. 

“Go ahead, sweet girl…” He said through a breath. “Come for me.” You reached down to rub your clit and when your orgasm crashed over you, Emmett quickly lifted a hand to cover your mouth, muffling what would’ve been a mix of a scream and a moan. You stared down at him with furrowed brows as your body trembled with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you. 

He cursed under his breath when your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock almost too tight, sending him over the edge as well. You only had to endure the overstimulation for a few seconds while he continued bucking up into you, riding it out. His grunts and breathy moans were creating a new pool of arousal in your stomach, but he was done before he could get you worked up all over again. 

When he relaxed his grip, you accidentally sunk down all the way, making you both wince from the sensitivity. You were still panting and Emmett was in a similar state, but he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a kiss anyway. It was short, but still deep and passionate, leaving you even more breathless. 

“I’m going to look into building higher walls for the fence so you can start tanning naked.” His lips were curled up into a poorly concealed smirk. “Just so you don’t get tan lines, obviously...” He said coyly, making you laugh. 

I think I want to write more for them cause I really like their dynamic so send me some ideas <3

#emmett smut #emmett a quiet place #emmett x you #emmett x reader smut #emmett x reader #cillian murphy

[moralesmilesanhour]

if you believe in me - 04.2

summary: a very brief intermission. between aaron and his father, miles wonders who he takes after more. wc: 1.5k a/n: this chapter is me trying to get back into the swing of things before the next major plot point (!!!) so this might feel a little slower and more introspective. thanks for reading! (reblog with ur favorite comic or manga if u want idk) taglist: @shuna-boin @aloraangelix @vhstown @sillykirb @proudgojofucker @weirdducky17 @milesandcorysupermacy prev. next

BOOM!

Miles hits the ground shoulder-first with a dull thud, the storage building bursting into flames behind him.

I’m gonna feel that one later, he thinks as he rolls to his feet and back into a sprint. But Oscorp’s gonna feel it, too.

With a leap and a shot of his grappling hook, it’s not long before he’s back on the sidewalk, with Aaron waiting around the corner. The older man has completely retired the Prowler suit now.

“Not bad for your first solo run,” he nods. “Could still be a lil’ quicker, but you’ll pick it up.”

Miles twists the joints of his metal claws. The steel is still shiny and new, save for a bit of soot from the explosion. The purple glow disappears as they power down with a quiet whir and detach to reveal the human flesh underneath. They work like a charm so far.

It’s been two weeks, but he hasn’t gotten to use them - Aaron has yet to send him on a mission where he’d have to. He wants to ask his uncle about it, ask why he let him do all that welding and tinkering if the claws were just for show. But Miles knows that if he does, the man’s brows would furrow and he’d get a stern speech about not getting too eager about that sort of thing. And he’d be right. 

So, like every other night, Miles says nothing but “thanks”.

“And what’s this one about?” 

You pointed at a comic sitting on the far side of Miles’ bed. On the cover stood a man wearing what looked like some imagined version of an “African” headdress. He was shirtless and dressed in nothing but shorts and brightly-colored boots, like the costume of a wrestler. The upper half of his face was obscured by a mask with white eyes tied around his head. The flat colors and dark lines make it look old, likely from the 80s or early 90s. Above the man on the cover was the title in bold graphic font: Anansi.

“You don’t know ‘Anansi’?” Miles asked with wide eyes before shaking his head. “Nah, we gotta fix that.”

He threw what he was reading aside, hovering his hand over the pile of comics until he located the very first issue. 

“So Anansi is like, this spider that gets turned into a human who has the abilities of a spider. Y’know, climbing up walls and shit.”

“Does he shoot webs out of his ass?”

“That’s not how that works, and no. Anyway, he’s got spider powers and he beats the bad guys by being a trickster instead of just brute force.”

You took the comic from him and began leafing through the worn pages, frankly more interested in the art than the plot. The sharp lines and crosshatching remind you of Miles’ sketches. You turned to Miles and held it up once you were finished looking at it.

“Can I borrow it?” 

There’s a shadow of uncertainty that crosses his face for a moment as you await his answer. 

“Mmm…I dunno. I’ve had that thing since I was ten. You gonna be careful with it?”

You place a hand over your heart. 

“Promise.”

He snorts, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’ll let you have it for a week, sound good?”

“Good.”

Miles remembers that he’s supposed to ask for his comic back on the way home, the two metal claws tucked safely into his backpack.

He sneaks a glance at his uncle, and tries to copy his stride when he walks. It looks easy, but there’s a rhythm to it. Miles keeps his gaze low, but his steps lively. The key is not to show the sweat, as they say. All of one’s effort goes into making it look like there’s no effort at all. 

Aaron looks over at his nephew, and chuckles.

“Remind me of your old man when you walk like that,” he says. 

Miles grins good-naturedly. Guess the sweat shows. But it’s fine, for now.

“What’s that mean?”

“When we was young, we used to watch the older kids walk out the corner store and try to copy ‘em. The way your pops did it…”

The man’s shoulders shook with laughter at the memory.

“He kinda looked like, like he was marching almost. Just stomping down that sidewalk!”

Aaron began to demonstrate, making his steps quicker and heavier.

“I look like that?” 

Miles wrinkled his nose and began to tone down his swaying.

“Exactly like that. Shit’s kinda amazing, really. Genetics.”

“I don’t think that’s how genetics work.”

“Oh yeah?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Then how come I got you stealing like my pops and me, and in my colors?”

Miles laughed, “But this is good stealing!”

“You got a point there.”

Aaron lifted his gaze upward towards the skyline. The moon was out in full tonight.

“Did y’all make good money, at least?”

“Sure did. Sometimes it was the only money that came in, that’s why we ain’t stop.”

There’s a beat of silence. Miles pats his left pocket to make sure the wad of cash is still there, and wonders if his uncle had to do the same thing, or if he kept it in a fanny pack or briefcase.

“So what made you finally give it up?”

“Oh, that one’s easy. Jeff did it for your mom. Hard to keep secrets with a baby on the way.”

Miles tried to picture a younger version of his father – less facial hair, no eye bags, better eyesight, probably – looking a pregnant Rio in the eye as she broke the news. He looks into her gentle face and…yes, there. Right there is when he decides it’s over. 

Even without the whole parenting thing, it probably killed him inside to have to lie to her every night about where he’s been. Miles gets it.

“What about you?”

Aaron shrugged.

“Couldn’t leave my nephew hanging.”

He had knocked on Miles’ door after a few weeks of radio silence and found the kid lying in bed, surrounded by dirty clothes and snack wrappers. The room smelt of stale sweat, the clothes piled up on the floor impossible to get through, so Aaron elected to stand just outside.

Miles looked up, and suddenly the man understood what had Rio so frantic on the phone. 

The boy’s gaze was…vacant. Like he was looking through him, at something far off in the distance. There were no words comforting enough to turn the lights back on behind those eyes. So Aaron had done the next best thing:

“Go wash up, we goin’ out.”

Miles doesn’t remember it that way. He hardly remembers anything from that period of time between the funeral and his uncle barging into his room. Just a long stretch of gray, and then the door cracks open, then he’s in the shower realizing how long his hair’s gotten, and soon he’s dodging the punching bag in Aaron’s apartment, carrying crates back and forth and maybe blowing some up on occasion. 

He knows in his head that he’s doing this to hurt the pockets of invisible men hiding in their glass skyscrapers and high-rise offices, and he’s as angry at them for sucking the life out of his neighborhood as he’s always been. 

But it had started with the door, cracked open just enough for his uncle’s face to poke through. Otherwise, Miles might’ve been content to lie there and become one with his mattress as he missed another week of school.

He wonders if his father went on those runs because he, too, looked into his future and hadn’t the slightest idea as to what he was looking at. 

Miles’ thoughts are interrupted when his phone buzzes in his pocket. You have his Anansi issue.

“So this is all you do in your free time, then? Comics and robots?”

Miles has his nose in another shounen manga.

“Is that a bad thing?”

You remember the helmet, and the parts set in neat little rows. And the tarp in Uncle Aaron’s car.

“Not for the most part. More interesting than what I do.”

Miles finally looks up, and squints. “What do you do in your free time?”

“I braid hair,” you reply with a bit of pride. “Pretty good at it, too.”

“Mm-hm, that’s what they all say before they fuck yo’ shit up,” he jokes, earning an issue of Jujutsu Kaisen to the face.

“Ow!”

“Shut up, with them fuzzy ass braids.”

Miles gasped dramatically. “You said they looked nice!”

“Looked. Past-tense.”

“Chill on me, my mom didn’t have time to re-do ‘em this week.”

Seeing an opportunity, your eyes lit up.

“Ooh, let me–”

“No.”

Miles narrowed his eyes at you.

“Aw, come on! You have so much hair, it could be fun! And you said you’d let me.”

You reached out to touch one of Miles’ overgrown braids but ended up swiping the air as he dodged your hand.

“I said ‘maybe’, and now the answer is no. You’re gonna ‘have fun’ in my hair? Like you ‘had fun’ with my t-shirt? I know you stole it, by the way.”

“I up-cycled it.”

“Cutting a shirt in half is not up-cycling, and you’re not touching my head.”

“You're so mean.”

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #moralesanhour

[kuroosdarling]

A LITTLE PRESENT — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

‎꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after discovering kuroo’s newest kink, you decide to explore it a bit more (part 1)

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! really suggestive but no actual smut (sry), needy kuroo, kuroo gets a lil necklace ^_^

‎꒰ NOTES ꒱ : don’t look at me. wrote this on my break bc i have no self control when it comes to this man :/ unedited blurb !

you abruptly pull apart from him and he can’t help but chase your lips with his, eager to find their way back to the taste he loves so much.

“wait tetsu.” you whisper, your breath lightly brushing his face and unintentionally lulling him in deeper. he slowly opens his eyes, looking up at how you’re delicately perched on his lap. “i have something for you.”

“oya? for me?” he gives you an easy smile, one that shows he’s already entirely under your spell. you run a hand through his hair before pulling him close once again, giving him another kiss.

it’s slower this time, he feels the way you shift in his lap so you were seated right over his clothed, hardening cock. he couldn’t help but groan in your mouth at the slight pressure. his tongue lazily swirls with yours before you pull away again, connected by a string of saliva.

“yeah. let me get it.” you breath out, moving to get up. but kuroo didn’t want that, that’s the last thing he wanted actually. his hand tightens around your hip, keeping you in place. he leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your throat.

“right now?” he feels a pout forming on his face, not quite finished kissing you yet. but he didn’t know that the little present was perfect for this moment. he looks up at you with soft, honeyed eyes and you almost debate saving this for another time. but you’ll know he’ll love it.

“i’ll be quick, promise.” you coo, pecking him against the lips before getting off of him. you cross the room quickly, grabbing the box that was buried in your sock drawer. you bring it back and quickly situate yourself back into his lap.

before you get a chance to open it, kuroo crashes his lips against yours. like the thirty seconds you were gone was really 30 days, and he was absolutely starved for your touch. you indulge him, letting him have his way with you for a moment.

he pulls back and smiles, pressing one last peck against your swollen lips. you roll you eyes, slowly opening the box. his arms grip your thighs as he watches you open it, lifting the lid and showing the contents inside.

it was a necklace. or rather, a choker. one with a pretty little heart padlock on it. his eyes widen as he realizes it’s for him.

“since you liked my hand so much last time, i figured you might like this.” you smile softly, although the tease in your voice could be heard a mile away. “can i put it on you?”

he nods, still eyeing the jewelry as your hands are on his throat again, slowly sliding your finger along his jugular before leaning down to kiss it, sucking on the spot gently.

“w-what are you doing?” he gasps, his grip on you tightening.

“just prepping the area.” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. maybe it was, but his mind was getting so dizzy all he wanted was to feel the pressure against his neck, grounding him back to earth — back to you.

after leaving a hickey or two, you decide he’s ready. you clasp the necklace around his neck, mesmerized by the way he gulps as you click it shut.

“good?” you ask, hooking your finger under it and pulling him forward so you’re face to face. “too tight?”

“it’s perfect.” he leans forward to kiss you again before stopping, ghosting your lips. “but i’d much rather have your hands.”

“that can be arranged.” you purr, pulling him back in to continue where you left off.

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[britcision]

I have not slept more than 5 hours together this whole fucking week and not more than 7 hours a day

It is therefore appropriate today to give you TIM! And TUCKER! All aboard the Lore Drop!

Chapter 14’s nearly fucking done I swear I was waylaid but I think I have solved the problem. Now the new second secret much bigger problem is my intense desire to commit Dragon Age crimes

Soooo chapters will probably stay a lil slower here for a bit, but hopefully not this slow again until June, when I will be Busy As Shit

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence V

It was a weird feeling to have his body shaken while his consciousness was so far from it.

Feeling his face pull into a frown not quite mirroring what he felt it should be. Tucker could never have explained precisely what part of him entered his devices; just that it was him.

Quintessential, pure essence of Too Fine. Everything he was without the meat he was born in.

But then he did have to slot back into that meat, and trying to do that without matching positions always left him feeling weirdly off kilter the next day. Like he’d put on a shirt but the shoulders were skewed too short.

So despite not being conscious of a face on his extended form, Tucker tried to form it into a frown anyway, sliding back under his own skin like a teen sneaking back through a window after curfew.

Hadn’t those been heady days?

Eyes slowly opening, it took Tucker a moment to remember how to focus them. That they weren’t cameras. But then Tim Drake-Wayne came into focus, and the frown changed to a grin even before he fully “woke up”.

“Morning,” he mumbled, rolling and stretching, getting used to the feeling of a body again. It was a little weirder each time, which he might have worried about if he didn’t see himself as an extension of his PDA anyway.

“You were singing in your sleep,” Tim told him without preamble, returning the smile.

Tucker hesitated for a moment, suddenly embarrassed. If… well. If he’d been singing along, that…

Look he’d picked songs that’d embarrass Danny, he wasn’t gonna give a fuck about it. The only actual question was, did he tell Tim?

Who else would ever understand better just what it meant to interact with tech the way he could? Could get excited with him about how cool it was?

He wasn’t fucking gushing to Technus. No way. Tuck was easily the one winning that ongoing hackathon, but it was the principle of the thing.

To the zone with it. Tim knew about Amity Park, he knew about the ghosts and the liminal tech. And while they hadn’t exactly discussed liminal people, it’d come up.

Tim could have a sneak preview. As a treat.

Decision made, Tucker gave the younger man another broad smile because yeah, bragging about your super powers to a very cool and impressive person? That felt good.

Tim might be a vigilante too, but Tucker was pretty sure Jason was the only souped up Robin. Most of the bats were famously power free.

“Oh, yeah. I was bullying Danny,” he explained with a light chuckle, glancing up to find his beloved PDA, Ida. She was half under a blanket now, so he tugged her back out.

Tim chuckled softly, leaning back and stretching himself.

“Good dream?” He asked and Tucker snickered, stroking gently across the screen.

“Danny wishes it was a dream.” Tucker paused, frowning a little at the confusion on Tim’s face. “So you remember we kinda talked about the whole liminal thing?”

That seemed to jog Tim’s memory, confusion fading into an analytical frown that Tucker was already becoming familiar with. That good ol’ geek face.

“The humans with budding ghost powers,” he agreed, and Tucker had to wonder if maybe he just hadn’t put the right pieces together yet.

He hadn’t exactly said that most of Amity Park were liminal, but it was a little hard to remember he had to. Like, they lived on a portal to Hell.

Maybe he shoulda.

Well, at least it was a cool way to introduce it to him.

Tucker pulled Ida into his lap, flipped her over, and tapped the plain plastic backing to demonstrate.

“Mine’s a low level technopathy at the moment,” he explained as the PDA hummed and then began playing… well, still Montero, so he flicked it again and changed it immediately to Country Roads.

Tim was watching him with a kind of hungry fascination, and Tucker turned the music off with a thought, then passed her to Tim so he could check for secret touchpads.

“It’s not something I can do with anything,” he explained with a modest shrug, grinning with pride as Tim immediately got to scanning the casing.

All simple plastic, not even biometrics; what would be the point? Even touching the PDA was pretty much a formality at this point. She was a part of him.

“Technopathy? So you can control it with your mind? Why not with anything?” Tim asked eagerly, hands stroking over the plastic, eyes darting between it and Tucker.

Like he wasn’t sure which was more interesting, Tuck or tech, and Tucker absolutely took that as a compliment.

“It has to be a device I’ve really gotten into. Like, down to the source code, or something I’ve cracked before a couple times, and then I can just feel how all of it works.”

Tucker wiggled his fingers demonstratively and the PDA beeped to life under Tim’s hands, making the other man gasp. And yeah, totally envy in those cute blue eyes he turned all balefully on Tucker.

“How many of the functions can you use? Anything the PDA can do, or…” Tim trailed off, clearly thinking of everything he’d already seen the PDA do.

The real question would have been what couldn’t Ida do. And honestly? Yeah, Tucker remembered the trial phase.

He gave another shrug.

“Technically? Yeah, anything it can do, but I still prefer hacking the old fashioned way. Most of the network stuff too, cuz I’m only really “in” the PDA. Or Danny or Sam’s phones.”

Tucker hesitated, wondering how best to really explain the difference. Danny had never been any good at it, Tucker’d had no idea what he was talking about from the video game thing right up until he’d been sucked in himself.

Which… was probably gonna be a next-hangout adventure for Tim and the bats. And Oracle, if he could swing it.

For now he gave up, giving Tim a hopeless grin.

“Honestly it’s something you’ve really gotta feel for yourself. Danny’s great at the transition from real world to code, but he always just punches things, y’know? Turns out knowing how code is actually supposed to work doesn’t translate well to being part of it,” he added with a sigh.

Because frankly? It was bullshit unfair. Tucker could code an entire other galaxy around Danny with his eyes closed, but put them in the same metaphysical layer as a firewall and Danny could just.

Punch it.

Which, theme for the week, was also not how firewalls fucking worked. At some point Tuck figured he’d either gain a new level of understanding through liminality, or give up and ask Technus a couple questions.

Technus was currently Tucker’s subject instead of Danny’s anyway. They’d made a bet.

Which meant Technus shoulda told him about their shenanigans in time, which was probably what Tucker would hold over his head for the whole firewall thing.

It was so nice when things just worked themselves out.

Tim looked a little disappointed, but mostly still intrigued. Tucker could see his fingers just itching for his own tablet to take notes.

“Do you think that’ll change?” He asked, blurting it out like he couldn’t hold back now that Tucker stopped talking, “I mean, if you become more liminal? Or just practice your abilities more?”

And see, this was what Tucker loved about Tim Drake-Wayne. They were on the same wavelength. He grinned back.

“Probably. But I mean, it’s kinda cheating too. For now I kinda like that I have to do things the way I always used to first, before any ghostly powers kick in. It’s more me, y’know?” And like hell he’d let anyone think his code skills were just some meta ability.

He’d worked damn hard for those skills, and he was damn good. One of the best, and he was also good enough to know he still wasn’t actually top of the charts.

That was the Oracle, although knowing they still hadn’t cracked his servers felt really good.

Tim was all but vibrating, clearly full of questions, but they were both interrupted by a loud growl from Tucker’s stomach. Immediately echoed by Tim’s, so at least he wasn’t alone.

The two shared sheepish grins, and then Tucker stretched.

“So, breakfast and then Twenty Questions?” He offered cheerfully, and Tim nodded at once, thrusting the PDA back and rolling off the frankly massive bed.

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[selfless1978]

New Adventures

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A storm had flared up. The rainfall so heavy Leo had to slow the van. But even this couldn't hold his full attention. The lighting illuminated those small faces as they slept. Streaking them with the pattern of the falling rain against the windows.

Leo's blue eyes repeatedly looked in the rearview. He had never been close to children before and he was struggling to come to terms with this decision he had made. What did he know about taking care of children? What did any of them know? If Splinter had still been alive, he could guide Leo on the matter.

But he wasn't.

Leo dropped his eyes to look at the road just as another bolt dashed across the sky, followed shortly after by the now familiar crack of thunder. A quiet sigh escaped him.

"You're doing the right thing, Leo." Mikey said from the seat next to him. It had seemed as if he had been asleep, but he obviously wasn't. "She's not going to just throw her hands up and surrender, you know."

"I know, little brother." Leo replied in the same soft tone Mikey was using. Neither wanted to wake the children up. It amused Leo a bit that they could sleep through the storm. "I just hate the idea of dragging them into this."

"Are you though?" Mikey asked shrewdly. "I mean, they were dragged into this the moment they were put into foster care. You didn't start this. If anything, you're offering them some kind of stability while we straighten their mom out."

Leo hadn't really thought about it that way. It did give him a bit of a new perspective on the situation, but it also fueled his uncertainty.

"Donnie says she's still on the move." Mikey reported, listening into the small headset. "Not heading home yet."

Leo nodded his acknowledgement, but stayed quiet. Once more lost in thought as his eyes flickered back to the rear view.

It wasn't long after that when they reached the access tunnel that led to their garage. The hidden entrance opened after a push of a button of a remote attached to Mikey's gear. The wipers protesting shriek at the lack of moisture was the last thing heard before he turned them off and the doors closed behind them. even the engine was a soft murmur at the now slower speed. Nonetheless, Leo was very careful as he navigated the maze of tunnels. Very conscious of his precious cargo.

Donnie was already waiting for them when Leo finally stopped the van. "Everything is ready for them." He assured his older brother as Leo got out. "Raph and Casey finished up about an hour ago."

Leo nodded and walked around the van, taking the still sleeping little girl from Mikey. Then the orange banded turtle reached back in and smoothly pulled Dennis out. He didn't wake up either.

Donnie led the way to the rooms he had set up with Raph, April and Casey. Raph came out of the kitchen, drink in hand, when he heard them enter. "Small lil' tykes."

"What did you expect?" Donnie raised a brow at him. "Giants?"

"I dunno." Raph shrugged. Then he paused. "Ya goin' to let Chief Vincent know?"

"No." Leo said firmly. "She doesn't need to know. Not yet anyway."

Raph nodded and walked along side Leo. Raph opened Amy's door for Leo while Donnie gave Mikey the same curtesy with Dennis. Leo was silent as he stepped into the room. Nothing on him making a sound that might wake the sleeping child. Then, so very gently, he used a foot to toss the comforter out of his way before settling the girl down in her new bed and fresh sheets. Then he knelt by her bed as he reached for the cover, carefully making sure she was tucked in and warm.

Leo spent a few moments marveling over this little creature. Her face peaceful in her sleep. Leo couldn't help the smile that formed on his face as she mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over onto her side. Is this what his father had felt when he had watched them sleep? This sense of awe? Because these children did overwhelm him with the feeling.

Leo sighed one last time as he rose back to his feet before making his way to the door. "Goodnight, Amy." He whispered quietly before softly closing the door.

.

.

The loud crash and heavy thud he heard ripped Leo out of his early morning meditation. A split second later he heard Raph cursing up a storm. He quickly got to his feet and made his way out of the dojo to find out what all the commotion was about.

The noises led him to the bathroom and when he looked in, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. Somehow, the laundry detergent that had been sitting next to the washer in the laundry room had ended up all over the floor. But that wasn't what was amusing. Raph, apparently half asleep still, had meandered into the bathroom and was now doing a very interesting rendition of the moonwalk. Well, if his feet slipping in every direction counted as the moonwalk. The noise he had heard was apparently Raph slamming into, and knocking over, the heavy standalone cabinet that housed their towels.

"What on earth are you doing?" Donnie had peeked over Leo's shoulder and gaped at the still sliding Raph.

"Wazzit look like!" Raph bellowed. "Break dancing!?"

"Not like I've ever seen." Mikey's grinning face peered around the door frame. "You trying out a new style?"

"Shut up, Mikey!" Raph bellowed a second time. Then his feet both slipped out from under him and he landed unceremoniously on his ass.

Mikey cracked up. Until a flying bottle of deodorant slammed into his face.

Donnie took pity on the big brute and held out his staff, extending it so Raph could reach it. Then Donnie pulled and Raph, sliding on his backside, was soon at the doorway where Leo helped him to his feet.

Up close, Leo could see that his grumpy brother had the stuff smeared all over him. How long had he been flailing around in there?

Before any of them could unravel this mystery, Leo's sensitive nose smelt smoke before the smoke alarm even went off. They rushed towards the new emergency, the kitchen, to see smoke coming out of the microwave as it crackled and sparked. Mikey quickly went over and opened it. Inside looked like a can of some kind. Whatever had been inside it, was obviously not anymore. It was caked all over the inside of the microwave. An unidentifiable coat of burnt gloop.

only then did Mikey notice the gallon of spilt milk all over the floor, mixed in with his box of cereal.

"Not me lucky charms!" Mikey wailed.

Leo rolled his eyes, but he began to get a suspicion of what was going on. Donnie apparently did too, because he dashed off to his lab. Just in time to see two little figures try to cook hotdogs in his coffee machine.

"Ahem....."

The children startled and turned to see a tall, lean, crossed armed, brow raised turtle looking at them.

"We got hungry...." Amy explained, her eyes wide. Donnie wasn't sure if it was because she saw yet another turtle, or if it was because they got caught.

Donnie calmly walked in and turned the coffee maker off. "You could've just asked."

"We didn't want to bug anybody." Dennis said as Donnie ushered them out of his lab.

"I'll make you something to eat." Mikey had gotten over his mourning of his favorite cereal and took the kids by the hand. "Come back to the kitchen."

"And clean up your mess while you're at it." Leo said with a slight smile. A smile that left his face rather quickly when he plopped into his favorite recliner, and right on top of some discarded peanut butter and jelly sandwich remains.

He sighed, got up and went looking for something to salvage his chair. This was going to be a very interesting experience.....

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[denim-mixtapes]

Diamonds and Rust [3/5: The Truth] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2.1K Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, uncharacteristically shy Eddie, Dustin and Steve being annoying wingmen Summary: Eddie's been acting different ever since you got back from your time off. Maybe the mystery mixtape you found in a pile of donations has something to do with it. [Part 1] [Part 2] [Also on Ao3]

A/N: SO sorry this took so long, I decided I hated it and had to rewrite the entire back half. Also I forget how demanding my job is sometimes so I make promises that something will get posted and end up working two 12+ hour shifts in a row. ANYWAY, enjoy these awkward lil nerds.

When you return to work on Monday from your mini vacation, it’s to a heaping pile of new donations and a note from your manager that he ‘didn’t have time’ to process any of them in your absence. You pluck the sticky note from the wall and roll your eyes when the adhesive peels flecks of paint off the wall. Sometimes being the sole employee of a store has its perks, but more often than not it just means that you are the only one left to do the owner’s dirty work. Throwing it into the trash with a roll of your eyes, you decide there’s no time like the present and dig in. 

It’s mostly clothes, but the sheer volume of the pile is enough to keep you busy into the afternoon. 

When Eddie shows up like clockwork, he isn’t his usual self. His demeanor is different, more timid. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and his approach to the counter is a lot slower than usual. 

“Hey!” You greet him cheerfully, peeking over the top of the mountain of clothing you have on the counter. “Missed you yesterday!” 

“Hey, yeah,” he comes to a stop in front of you and reaches up to nervously rub at the back of his neck. The motion ruffles his hair and you bite back a laugh. “I didn’t know this place could run without you.” 

“I’m not so sure it did,” you scoff, shoving the pile aside to lean your forearms on the counter, “Gary may own this place but he’s about as useful as ol’ Spot over there.” You jab your thumb in the direction of the old beagle statue that stands by the register. It’s never been for sale, so after your first few months working here you ended up naming it. 

Eddie actually squats down to pet the damn thing and chuckles, “now don’t say that, you’ll hurt poor old Spot’s feelings over here.” He’s still laughing when he stands back up, but his brow is furrowed and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Hands stuffed back in his pockets he continues, “Speaking of Gary, he didn’t, uh…did he give you anything this morning? Like maybe something was left for you?” 

Your own brows come together in confusion and gesture to the mess beside you, “other than the heap of donations he didn’t care to process, no, not so much.” Then, narrowing your eyes at the boy before you, “why? Did he say something to you?” 

His “no!” comes a little too quickly, and he laughs it off, repeating it softer this time, “no I just…he doesn’t seem to work much, does he? You’re always here, I guess you might have been welcomed back with a promotion or a raise or…shit, I don’t know.” You don’t fully believe him. Something is off that you can’t quite place, but he gives you no time to think about it, looking at where a watch would be on his wrist if he were actually wearing one, and then pointing over his shoulder toward the door. “You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t actually have much time to chat today, gotta run to band practice.” 

You stutter out your goodbye, but he’s gone before you can fully say anything else.

Over the next few days, every time you see Eddie, it’s just as weird as the last. His visits are even more brief and frantic than usual. It’s almost like a routine. 

2 PM.

He bursts through the door with a flourish and spouts some dramatic grand greeting with a false kind of confidence that is nothing like his usual tenacity. 

Straight for the music section. He looks briefly at the shelf of records but his target is the box of cassette tapes underneath it. He’s surrounded by the clattering of plastic as he digs through them.

He’s looking for something, and quite frantically, you observe…but every time you offer to help him look, he’s waving you off with a noncommittal noise and a soft apology. 

Four days after your return, you’ve finally made it to the bottom of the donation pile. You were starting to think that the old man must have dug up some extra merchandise from the back or personally brought in his family’s entire estate just to keep you busy, but the light at the end of the tunnel is finally near. 

Under the mounds of fabric there are a few knick knacks and accessories, but what really catches your eye is the single cassette tape sitting all by itself. 

Upon closer inspection, there’s a handwritten tracklist on the cover. You scan the titles quickly, but don’t pay too much attention. While your shop sells all sorts of second-hand goods, including records and cassettes, mixtapes aren’t typically accepted. They’re unpredictable, often personalized with voice recordings, and quite frankly, unsellable. Still, there’s no harm in giving it a listen yourself before tossing it. You pop it into the stereo behind the counter and press play before moving on to continue with your busywork. 

After the first few songs, you start to get the feel for the tape. Whoever made it clearly had a vibe in mind when they did, with heavy rock influences, some names you definitely recognize but some you don’t. Every few songs there’s something new you don’t recognize, but all of them you thoroughly enjoy, and you find yourself smiling and nodding your head to the beat as you move around the store dusting off furniture and organizing the clothing racks. 

Eddie doesn’t come in all day. 

Not that you’re looking for him. 

Of course not, but when you see the same person almost every day at the same exact time, it becomes a part of your routine. You’ve come to expect and even look forward to his visits, and truth be told you were quite excited to show him this tape. It practically has his name written all over it, and since you aren’t allowed to sell mixtapes anyway, you figured he would enjoy taking it off your hands. 

But he doesn’t come in. Not for the next two days, and you’re starting to worry. 

By Saturday, you’re starting to think something must have happened to him. There’s no way he would just disappear like this, right? Perhaps you didn’t know him quite as well as you had thought, but still, after seeing him and chatting with him every day for months now, you would think you’ve gotten to know him pretty well…and he doesn’t seem like the type to just disappear on you without a word. 

As if the universe heard your worrying, just as Charles is leaving with the latest find to surprise his wife with, here comes Eddie.

Except he’s not alone. 

He’s flanked by Steve Harrington and a teenager who you can only describe as a younger version of the two of them put together. Eddie is pinching the bridge of his nose while the other two talk over each other animatedly.  They stop inside the door, Eddie turning his back to you to face the other two, and places his hands on his hips in annoyance while the other two prattle on. You don’t catch much, but every so often you can hear a few key words. Come on! and tape and you dumbass and Henderson, shut the fuck up. You watch on, amused, but try not to eavesdrop. They’re cute, honestly, arguing like brothers. A smile tries to fight its way onto your face but you bite it back, not knowing the severity of the situation. After a few moments of hushed arguing and annoyed scoffs, Steve takes Eddie by the shoulders and turns him in your direction. The other kid (Henderson, you presume) gives him a little shove in the center of his back, sending him stumbling toward the counter, and they both whisper-shout, “Just tell her!” 

You wave with a sheepish smile, not wanting to let onto what you heard, and you notice the other two boys slip back out the door, still whispering animatedly to each other. 

“Bandmates?” You ask, pointing to the front window of the shop where the two of them can be seen trying to act nonchalant and definitely not like they were trying to watch. 

Eddie barks a laugh and shakes his head, “no, no, they wish. Harrington could never be that cool. Dustin, maybe, but nah. They’re just friends of mine.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you move on, not wanting to bring up the conversation you just overheard but not knowing what else to say. “Where have you been all week?” He flinches at the question and you soften your expression, “It’s been real quiet around here is all. Missed having you around.” It's as much of an admission as you’ll allow yourself to make right now. 

“Yeah uh…” He pauses. You once thought you had seen all sides of Eddie Munson. Excited, eager, angry, enraged (never at you but always about something trivial), but he was always confident. He always carried himself like he never cared what anyone thought, but this is new. He seems nervous, more so than he has been the last few in-and-out stops to the store. “...Sorry about that. I-” 

There’s a clatter from outside, and when you both look to the window, Dustin’s face is pressed up the window, glaring, and Steve looks just as exasperated as ever. 

“Fuck, okay.” Eddie laughs nervously and continues, “did a mixtape turn up in your donations after last week?” 

You light up at the question, and nod excitedly, reaching under the counter to retrieve the tape from the milk crate. “Yeah! I actually set it aside for you,” you can feel the heat under your skin as you flush. “We aren’t allowed to sell personalized stuff like that, so I gave it a listen and I thought you’d really like it.” 

His color deepens as well, mirroring your own blush. It’s a sight you could get used to, the rosy cheeks and soft smile on his lips. A hand runs through his hair and he shakes his head with another laugh. 

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t really supposed to be donated.” Another ruckus from outside, and Eddie gestures rudely behind him, but doesn’t break his focus on you. “I…brought it in for you. I mean, I made it for you, but when I came in to give it to you, you weren’t here, so I kind of panicked and left it with your boss…I see now that was a mistake.” 

“Oh.” Blinking in surprise, you look down at the tape again and notice the notes next to each track. They’re lengthy, and you never paid them any mind because you didn’t know you had to. 

“So you’re right, I do like it.” Another laugh, this time more confident and amused, “but the question is, do you?” 

Your heart flutters at the vulnerability in his voice when he asks. Holding the tape to your heart, you can’t stop the smile from breaking out on your face when you nod. “I’ll have to give it another listen, now that I know the intention behind it, but yeah, I really do.” 

“Sick,” he mumbles, and you swear you can see him shake a fist in celebration, but the counter hides it well. 

Your own responding laugh is music to his ears when you ask, “Is that what you’ve been looking for in the music section so frantically?” 

“Yes!” He throws his head back dramatically, twirling in place with a heavy sigh before stopping and leaning on the counter again. “I didn’t know if you would recognize my handwriting, or worse, if someone else would. Christ knows what kind of shit I would get into if any of the guys from Hellfire or the band would say if they got their hands on it, let alone any of those assholes I didn’t graduate with.” 

“Fair.” you nod and look back down at the tape, fiddling with the corner of the tracklist paper idly. “So, hey,” at the inquisitive tone of your voice, Eddie's eyes perk up, brows raising. “What if we listened to this together? Instead of me reading all this alone, you could tell me all about it?”

Curls bounce around his head as he nods eagerly, a tight lipped smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.” 

He leaves that day with an extra pep in his step, your home phone number on a sticky note in his pocket, and a chorus of shouts and high fives from the two boys outside. You spend the rest of your shift unable to stop smiling or your pulse from racing. You can’t wait until closing time, when you were promised a phone call to set up a date.

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[metabolicchief3]

idk a lil excerpt thing, ignore Tim

Rordus’ eyes met Tim’s and he nodded slowly. He straightened out and after a moment nodded again. A little more strength behind his motion. Taking a deep breath, he discarded his prior caution and took a step forward. So focused on ignoring his careless step, he didn’t notice his foot sink through the grass.

His body followed soon after. Tim cried from a place now distant despite the proximity. Rordus couldn’t make out the words, he couldn’t make out the shapes or the light or the place in which he sunk deeper. Darkness had swallowed him. It was encompassed all, consumed all light and all colour. Even his own once vibrant skin had now drained to a corpsely grey. His ears felt heavy, full and clogged of shadow and mirk. Turning his head was such a labour that he resigned to not move it the moment he tried. Reaching for his sword, his current hope was even harder. The oppression of the dark expanse stole the energy from his movements and seemed to coagulate around his body, stiffening it until it was too difficult to truly move. Breathing was the next thing that had gotten difficult.

Rordus had held his breath when he’d fallen into this umbral expanse, and now the pressure, the ever oppressive clenched fist around his body had made it harder to hold then ever. Despite it’s grip on him, his breath wanted to escape now more than ever before. Like it were being coaxed out, like worm when it was time to fish. He held it for as long as he could but his throat was already burning, his chest already aflame with pressure and pain. But he couldn’t open his mouth, couldn’t let this shadowed realm consume all that was within him as it was trying to do with his shape.

Something pulled at his pack, jerking his descent to a halt. He had been sinking faster than he’d thought, and now, his breath was being released. The sudden stop having knocked it out. His mouth stayed closed but his nose wasn’t enough. His lips burst apart and the moment they did, the ebon murk delved deep within. In moments it stole away to every nook and crack within him. It took root in his head and his lungs and filled his stomach in a way that left him starving and craving. He couldn’t tell if he were moving or still now, as he clawed at his own throat. Desperate to get whatever was suffocating him out of his body. But his fingers were slow, and arms even slower. Even as he cried his jaw was slow to move.

Then light broke, it exploded out from behind him, thought it went no further than perhaps a meter before him, he had no way of telling. The dark was all engrossing. But in that dark, he saw shimmers. Pearls glistening in the light, pairs all but hundreds, nay thousands. More than he nor any he knew could count in a month. They got closer, or perhaps he did but the light grew stronger. He saw now spikes of quartz appear beneath each set. Now more riches and treasure than he might ever count. Still the distance between Rordus and jewel grew shorter and shorter. Rordus felt warmth on his back and it cascade over his body like water in the rain. He realized how cold he had become in this realm and noticed he had stopped clawing to breathe, he had stopped trying to breathe.

The black was replaced by shadowed grass and he was pulled from the pit in which he’d fallen. His clothes seemed darker, or greyer now and heavy and wet. His skin a darker shade and his hair just the same. He fell onto his back and was quickly rolled onto his side. Tim kneeled over him as he vomited out a strange darkness. A curious water that held the same colour as shadow and seemed just as translucent. It hurt his eyes to see so he closed them, but not before he saw what the jewels truly were. The maws of hundreds of Shadow Cats pierced the veil of grass and snapped shut at his heels, missing their prey by nary in inch.

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[supernaturalgirl20]

hi baby! if you’re taking requests might i indulge you in the scenario of Din where he captures you, the bounty, and you try to persuade him to let you be his “mechanic” instead, but like y’all wind up fucking 🙈🙈

You can choose how everything goes and add anything else you’d like love 💜💜

Thank you my dear for this delicious ask 🥰 I had loads of fun writing this 😏

Mechanic

Pairings: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, blowjob, Lil bit of dark!Din, cursing.

A/N: this is pure filth and I’m not sorry 😏 blame @anaaaispunk for fuelling the fire 😉

Sitting in the cantina, you scan your surroundings for immediate threats. Realising your ok, for now at least, you let out a sigh of relief. You’d lost count of the number of weeks you’ve been on the run, and for what, killing some ex empire general or something. You did them a favour really, pity no one else saw it that way. So here you are on another planet hiding. God I hope this isn’t going to be my life. It’s exhausting. You make your way to the bar and order another spotcha, the door to the cantina opens, nothing note worthy except the whole place goes dead quiet. Intrigued, you look to see what’s grabbed everyone’s attention. It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, except it’s not a ghost, it’s a man covered in a silver armour. Fuck! They sent a fucking mandalorian, they must be desperate now. You try to act normal, grab your drink and sit back at your table. Shivers run down your spine as he walks past. Closing your eyes, you wait, wait for him to point a blaster at your head, but it doesn’t come. Opening your eyes slowly, you see he walked right past you to another booth. He doesn’t even look in your direction. Maybe he’s not here for me after all. I’m just being paranoid.

***

It’s late when you finally leave the cantina, walking slowly back to the inn. There’s a tiredness in your bones and you can’t wait to lie in bed and finally get some sleep. Entering your room you switch on the light. When the room becomes illuminated you let outa scream.

“Jesus, what the fuck Mando, you scared the shit out of me. How did you know this was my room? Actually how did you get here before me, when I left you were still there sitting, stiff as a board.” You snigger at that.

“Are you done?”

“Oh lighten up, Tin can.”

You both just stare at each other, daring the other to make the first move. He’s on his feet and has you pinned to the door quicker than lightning.

“Not so smart now, are you?”

“Hhmm, I like where this is going, Mando, how did you know I like it rough?” You have a sly smirk and you quit laughing your eyebrow at him. You can hear him let out a sigh.

“We’ve been doing this for too long, you’ve had your fun, enough is enough. Time to bring you in.”

He lets go of you and stands back slightly.

“Get your things, your coming with me.”

He can see your shoulders drop a little, “fine you win.”

He’s stunned. Eyes wide in shock that you haven’t resisted harder. He’d expected you to. Silently hoped you would. Not that you could see, his face hidden behind the helmet.

“Do I have to cuff you? Or will you behave?”

“I promise I won’t run.” Pushing you in front of him, “walk.”

***

Walking towards the crest you ask Mando if you can freshen up. Pointing you in the direction of the fresher, he makes his way to the cockpit setting the coordinates. He doesn’t feel right about this, bringing you in. As far as he’s concerned you did the galaxy a favour. One less imp to deal with. Your worth a lot of credits though and bounties have been slow lately, the ship needs some repairs. He’s lost in his own head when you make your way towards him.

You slipped into something more “revealing” , a dress you’d picked up on tattooine. You put your hand on his pauldron and he looks up at you through his visor.

“Mando, do you really have to bring me in? I mean I’m a nobody, you could pretend I got away?” He is scowling at you under the helmet. “Ok I know, I wouldn’t get away from you, not believable. You killed me then?”. If you could see his face you would see the awe in his eyes. It’s like you can read his mind. You slide into his lap and straddle him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t touch you. You adjust yourself so your right over his hardening member. You swear he lets out a growl. Leaning into him you whisper beside where you think his ears are.

“You know, you could keep me….here..with you. I work as your mechanic, you need one right?”

“Do you even know anything about ships?”

“Eh..well no, but I’m a fast learner.”

“No.”

You slowly grind your hips over his cock. He grips the seat a little tighter, smiling to yourself you let out a low moan. He’s completely hard now, you can feel him at your core. Then an idea strikes. Biting your lip you lean into him again.

“I’m sure you could think of something for me to do. You know…like you!” His hand grips you hard, stopping you in your movements. His voice is harsh now.

“Enough!”

You slowly lean back so your face is directly in front of his visor. You need to try something else!

Slowly, you lift up your dress, revealing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him take in a breath. Placing two fingers in your mouth you suck on them before moving them downward. Once you reach your aching core you slip them inside, moaning at the sensation.

“Oh god…yes…just that like that Mando…yes….fuck me so good.” Without warning he pulls your fingers out, brings them to his helmet, lifts the bottom revealing his mouth. That mouth, Jesus he has a moustache. He sucks them clean before placing the helmet back down fully. Suddenly he stands, gripping your ass tightly. You wrap your legs around his waist as his walks towards the ladder. Putting you down, “go down, put these on, and wait.” He hands you his magnetised cuffs. Unable to speak you just nod in understanding.

Once you secure the cuffs, your suddenly drenched in darkness. What the? A hand grips you around the neck, pushing you towards the wall of the ship. Your arms are placed over your head and secured to the wall. “Think you can tease me do you, that you can fuck your way free, is that it?”

His voice it’s so deep, even without the modulator. Then it finally dawns on you, he’s helmet-less. His stubble is rough against your skin, sending heat straight bro your core. You try moving your hips against him, but he grips your waist tight stopping you.

“Ah ah, you’ve been a bold girl, bold girls don’t get to come.”

“Do you think you deserve to stay here with me, for me to forgo my credits on you?”

“Yes, Mando please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m going to release your hand now, your going to be a good girl and get on your knees.”

When he releases your hands you drop straight to the ground. He pulls his pants down, grips you at the back of your head and brings you toward his cock. “Your going to take my cock in your mouth aren’t you pretty girl? Show me how badly you want to stay with me!”

He tilts his head back and groans as he feels your hot, wet mouth take him in. You run your tongue up the length of him and tease around the tip. He’s desperate for release, having you tease him all night, so he shoves his cock further into your mouth and begins fucking your face.

“That’s it pretty girl, your doing…so well….taking my cock like that.”

He comes down the back of your throat and you swallow it all. He steps back, stripping completely before he lifts you to your feet. He moves you to his cot and rips your dress off you. You let out a slight squeal as the cool air hits your bare skin.

“Can you take off the cuffs please?”

“Only if you promise not to touch?”

“I promise.”

Once he removes them you go to rub the skin on your wrists. He stops you and brings them to his lips and gently kisses around them. “Did I hurt you?”

“No it’s ok, I’ve had worse.”

“I bet you have.”

“Hands over you head, remember no touching.”

He kisses around your neck, slowly kissing his way down, over your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. You moan at the sensation of his stubble on your bare breasts. He moves down again, begins kissing your inner thighs, your a writhing mess below him. He licks a strip over your folds before shoving his tongue inside. Your body is tingling all over. There’s a heat in your core threatening to combust. Hey sucks on your clit before pumping two fingers inside you. He takes you over the edge and…pulls away.

“No! Why did you stop. Please please I need you Mando. Fuck me.”

He hovers over you and kisses you gently on the lips.

“Din.”

“Hmm what?”

“My name….it’s Din. I want you to know what to call me when you come.”

“Din, it suits you. Now fuck me.”

He lines himself up and fills you completely with one thrust.

“Fuck….so tight….take me…so well.”

He grabs your leg and wraps it around his hip, giving him a better angle. His thrusts are hard and fast and you come screaming his name.

“Fuck, Din….yes.”

You move your hands down to gently hold his face and he freezes. You forgot yourself, caught up in the moment, forgetting he asked for you not to touch him. You reckon it’s something to do with his creed. Worried he will pull away from you, you go to pull your hands away.

“I’m sorry, no touching.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. Grabbing your hand in his own, he slowly brings it back to his face. He closes his eyes at the feeling of you there. Something he hasn’t felt since he was a child. “It’s ok.”

He kisses you again before thrusting into you again. He’s slower this time and you feel all of him now, every ridge, every vein, it’s so intimate even though you can’t see him. Your coming hard again in no time, cunt clenching him tight as he spills inside you. He rolls off you and pulls you into his side.

“So does this mean I can stay?!”

“I suppose. I might need more convincing.”

You laugh as you straddle him, “you better buckle up so, your in for a long night.”

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[ptergwen]

on the dot

warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and the boys being a lil goofy

summary: the boys keep you entertained when tom is running late

a/n: this nasty stinky year ends today! finally y’all!! it sucked sm and a lot of stuff went wrong but i’ve enjoyed spending time with you lovely people, seriously you’ve all been such a light and i hope we bring it into 2021 :,) i love all of you tons, stay safe tonight and have fun <3

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ten.

“he’s still not here?” you storm back into the room, looking between all the boys. “where the hell could he be?” harry only sips his drink. harrison stares up at the ceiling. sam offers a sad smile.

you thought by the time you finished your private freak out in the bathroom, tom would be home. home and ready for you to kiss and hug and welcome the new year with. he has ten more minutes to make it happen.

of course, you were disappointed he couldn’t be here for christmas. you still understood because it wasn’t his fault. there was scheduling and a whole bunch of other things keeping him in the states. you’d at least have new year’s eve together, and that was enough for you.

the universe had other plans. tom’s flight got delayed to the latest possible second, and it’s beyond either of your control now.

nine.

harrison puts a hand on your arm. “maybe he’s in the taxi. traffic and all that,” he leads you over to the couch, giving you a nudge to sit down. you do with crossed arms and pouted lips. “cheer up.” harry beams and sticks a party hat on your head. you’re not even bothering to strap it on. sam scoots closer to you in his spot.

“you have us,” he reminds you, smiling to get the message across. it’s nice of them to try and comfort you, but all you really want is tom. he’s the holland you’d rather be touching knees with. “thanks, guys. i just...” you let out a sigh. “tom was supposed to be my new year’s kiss.”

“well, we can’t help you with that,” harrison snickers and takes a seat on the arm of the couch. harry puts down his beer with a cheeky look. “tessa might be available.” groaning, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “shut up, i know it’s cheesy. we talked about it, though.”

tom better get here soon and back that up.

eight.

“what if you did it over, um, facetime?” sam suggests, stifling a laugh right after. these boys just can’t be serious. “i’m not making out with my phone in front of you guys,” you scoff and adjust your party hat that’s falling. “you’d do it if we left the room, then?” harry questions, harrison raising his eyebrows at you.

you lift your head off of harry so you can shoot him a glare. “no, you know what i mean. leave me alone.” your voice shakes on the last part. you’re starting to feel emotional about all of this. you wanted one night with your boyfriend who hasn’t been home in months, that was all. why couldn’t you get it?

the boys all coo at you in unison. it’s sort of sarcastically, mostly sympathetically. harrison reaches over and puts an arm around your shoulders. “he’ll be here, y/n/n. there’s still about...” he checks his watch on his other hand. his eyes go wide.

“seven minutes until midnight.” “jesus,” harry mutters to himself, picking his beer back up.

seven.

you’re debating whether or not you should text tom. maybe call? you haven’t heard from him in hours, which isn’t very promising. the boys are making too much noise to talk to him, actually. they’ve taken to blowing into their noisemakers to distract you.

the loud humming that comes from harrison’s is ear piercing. that’s partially because he’s holding it directly up to your ear. sam is using a handheld one, and harry is raising his fist in the air while he finishes off his drink. you love their spirit. you’ve run out of your own.

“come on, year’s almost over,” harrison says in an overly happy way. “let’s at least celebrate that.” “i’ll toast,” harry salutes him with his empty bottle. “you’re pissed, harry,” sam laughs and grabs it from him. you throw your head back on the cushion. “can time move any slower?”

six.

“i give up. i’m spending new year’s alone,” you throw your hands up in defeat. harry rolls his eyes in mock offense. “hey, you’ve had great company.” “she doesn’t want to hear it, div,” sam reaches behind you and flicks his brother’s head. it earns a quiet “ouch.” you’d normally laugh at their antics, only you don’t have it in you.

you might be acting a little dramatic, but you have the right to. tom’s kisses are everything. that, and you miss the hell out of him. he misses you ten times more. you know it because he’s made sure to tell you every day.

“tom’s coming, y/n. does it really matter if it’s a few minutes late?” harrison asks with a pat on your shoulder. “hours,” you correct him bitterly. he removes his hand before you break it. you turn to sam, who clenches his teeth. “your brother has terrible timing.” “you’ve only just figured that out?”

five.

harrison and sam have you playing some three way game of patty cake when the doorknob starts to move. you immediately snap your head up. is that...

“santa?” harry murmurs in his drunken state. “wrong holiday,” sam tells him. “that’s passed.” harrison chuckles at the conversation. “we should cut him off before-“

the door quickly swings open, a breathless but grinning tom behind it. “guess who?” he drops his bags and opens up his arms. your face lights up the most it has in too long. you run straight over to him. the boys watch on, waiting to say hi until after you two get time together.

“oh my god, you made it!” you giggle out, tom lifting you up by your waist. he secures his arms tightly around you and squeezes. “how’d you actually get here on time?” your voice is muffled by your face pressed into his shoulder. “i’ll always be here for you, angel,” tom assures you, shutting the door with his foot.

he kisses the top of your head. you can feel his lips curve into another smile. “in every way.” you put your arms around his neck, clasping your hands together. “you don’t understand how much i missed you.” you’re returning the smile. “i swear.”

“i promise, i missed you so much more.” he carefully sets you down and keeps his arms around your waist. the two of you exchange a look that says all the i love you’s you don’t currently have the time or privacy to.

“oi, where’s our big hello?” harry calls from the couch.

four.

you’re all squished onto the couch now. tom is sitting in your spot with you in his lap. the others strongly protested it, whining about how you’d go at it or worse. you ignored their complaints and happily took your place on tom’s thigh. your back is to him, so he has his chin on your shoulder to sneak glances at you.

“does anyone have a resolution?” harrison asks the group of you, eyes landing on his best friend. “me?” tom checks, tracing a finger up and down your side. “to take more breaks.” you like that one. you let him know by leaning into him more. “mine’s to move out,” harry remarks. his oldest brother gives him a warning look.

“all jokes. you two are adorable,” he gives you a thumbs up, shaking around his noisemaker again. “this is what i’ve left you with?” tom mumbles to you, fully aware the others can hear. you shake your head. “they terrorized me, tom.” sam is the one to interject.

“that’s rubbish. i cooked every meal you wanted, we-“ “they terrorized me,” you repeat, playfully this time. tom taps under your chin with two fingers. “mhm, sounds like it.”

three.

“do you think tessa would still do a kiss?” harrison asks harry, who cackles when he sees tom’s face. he has to blink a few times to process what was said. you smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead.

“what did i tell you? they’re weird.” “they’re deranged,” tom leans into your touch. “i won’t let them near her.”

“i feel so... single,” harrison explains with a fake sniffle. he eyes the two of you. that makes tom pull you closer. “stay away from my girls.”

two.

“the moment we’ve been waiting for,” you move so you’re facing tom. “is about to happen.” you also happen to be straddling him so it’s possible. if the boys have anything to say, you won’t be listening. “our new year’s kiss,” he grins, his hands dropping down to your hips. “very big moment.”

one.

tom tilts his head up to you, running his tongue over his lower lip. your party hat is strapped on now. you move in closer until your noses are touching.

“missed this face,” he rasps and nudges your nose with his. “well, here it is,” you bring a hand up to the side of his neck. the boys are huddled in a circle with their party gear, so you have the couch to yourselves. harrison is getting ready to pop a bottle of champagne.

your not so perfect night ended up being better than any of you could’ve expected.

harrison checks his watch and waves a hand at everyone. “twelve, eleven,” he counts you in. “ten, nine, eight,” you all join, you turning your head to look at the others. tom peeks his head out from behind you. “seven, six,” harry eagerly holds out glasses for drinks. “five, four, three,” sam raises up his noisemaker.

“two, one! happy new year!” the champagne sprays everywhere while you turn back to tom.

you erupt in a big smile before he’s pulling you in. he finally presses his lips to yours, your arms going around his neck. it’s easy and soft and you fall right into your usual rhythm. his lips part for you, letting you deepen the kiss.

tom’s eyes are squeezed shut in focus, on you and how you taste like the same lip balm from all those months ago. one of his hands rests on your back to support you. you break away for all of two seconds to take a breath. you’re giggling, and so is tom. you connect your lips again without warning, tom still laughing into it.

“i love you so much,” you pull away to tell him quietly. tom tugs on the top of your party hat with a playful smirk. “i love you, y/n/n. happy new year, babe.” he gives you one more peck on the lips. you’re feeling generous and decide to return it, your kiss lingering a bit.

harry summons you two before it turns into another make out.

“drinks! we have drinks,” he holds his up for emphasis. harrison already poured yours, sam taking a sip of his own while they chat. you climb off of tom and offer him a hand. he gladly takes it, interlocking your fingers and getting up. the two of you walk over to the table hand in hand.

“thanks, bro. happy new year,” tom gives harrison a quick one armed hug and takes his drink. harrison hands you yours after. “thank you,” you take it and flash him a small smile. “for everything.” “anytime,” he pulls you in for a proper hug, tom hugging the twins.

you do the same, then the five of you sit at the table to drink and talk. when they get into a conversation about golf, tom eventually breaks off. he squeezes your knee to get your attention, which you raise a curious eyebrow at. he nods toward the couch.

“we’ll finish that later.”

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[prettyboybarzal]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

A/N: this is a multi-part fic for PLD!!! we all simped over him for a hot minute and i decided to capitalize on it because i mean......... look at him. so, enjoy a little enemies to lovers trope w/ one of my favorite frenchmen. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! and thank you to @bandgirlsclub​ for all the help w/ my lil writers block. love u bb. she elevated my dialogue so much. if you don’t follow her, please go follow her now. and then enjoy chapter one!

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist // Next Chapter

Pierre didn’t like you because you didn’t like him and no one disliked Pierre Luc Dubois, especially in the city of Columbus. He was a legend. He was the star player, the future of the Blue Jackets. Everyone loved him, except you, so he hated you.

The feud started during his rookie season. He marched into the city of Columbus with his shoulders squared, his head held high, and his ego the size of Nationwide Arena itself. On his very first night out with your friend group, he’d gotten you kicked from a club after starting a fight and then poured his entire drink down your back as you waited for Ubers on the curb.

Out of frustration, you ended up foregoing the car to walk home, despite the protests that came from the other boys. And Pierre laughed as you walked away, amused by the liquid stain on the back of your favorite going out shirt.

No apology ever came, and that was a wrap on any potential friendship with him.

Three years later, nothing changed. Though these days, as Pierre’s comfort around you rebounded, he didn’t avoid you and instead made it his job to antagonize you whenever you were around. He made comments about your outfits, flirted with your friends that had clearly been told to steer clear of him, and fucked up your drink orders whenever he bought rounds for the group. Mostly, you took it in stride with a few choice curse words slung his way, but over time you started to antagonize him right back.

“Asshole at three o’clock.”

It took a moment, but your eyes followed the metaphorical clock of the bar and fell on the group of Blue Jackets pushing their way through the crowd. Leading the way was Pierre sporting a cocky smirk on his lips. He made his way around the group of girls, hugging each one before reaching you and ultimately opting not to say hello and just head for the bar. As soon as he stepped away you were making retching noises with your mouth.

“Back at it again, I see,” Josh Anderson spoke as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders. “You two would get along really well if only you tried.”

“I don’t want to try,” you responded. This earned the laughter of their other teammates, Seth and Boone, as they sat in the open seats at your bar top and joined the conversation that had been on hold for hugs hello.

When Pierre returned to the table, he was toting a tray of drinks. One by one, he placed each glass down with its rightful owner until the last two remained. And then he placed a Shirley Temple in front of you.

“It’s virgin.”

“Just like you,” you spat. While the table erupted in laughter, you stood to get a drink of your own. Preferably one that was heavy on the liquor.

---

Despite everything else, going out with him wasn’t all bad because after a while he just got distracted. He would slink away from the group and find himself surrounded by a bunch of local university students and you were free to enjoy your night without him chirping in your ear. While Pierre and Seth scouted the bar for hot single girls, you stayed back at the booth with your girlfriends, Josh, and Boone.

Drinks flowed as easily as the conversation, as usual, and up until about 11 p.m. there was nowhere else you’d’ve rather been. Until Charlie texted you.

“Uh oh, Chuck’s at it again.”

Josh was peaking over your shoulder.

“Would you stop being nosey?” you growled, angling your body away from him so he couldn’t read your texts—most of which were ‘u up’ texts. “And stop calling him Chuck. It makes it sound like I’m sleeping with a father of three.”

“You might as well be,” Boone said. He dodged the rolled-up napkin you sent his way with a chuckle.

The boys always liked to chirp you for your taste in guys, but Charlie was by far their favorite to make fun of because of the eight-year age gap you shared.

“Remember when YN would stay out past midnight?” Boone mused.

“Yeah, I do,” Josh sighed dreamily. “But then she got wifed up by a silver fox.”

“A silver fox?” you asked, trying your hardest to suppress the grin on your lips. “He has black hair.”

“That’s because he probably dyes it.”

More giggles fell from their mouths until you glared at them and their mouths snapped shut.

You met Charlie on a dating app and while things hadn’t progressed past that one night of dinner and drinks, you didn’t mind the casual sex that resulted from it. It was exactly what you needed at this point of your life—no strings attached.

I just called you a car. Should be there in 10 minutes.

You took the final swig of your drink and stood. The boys’ eyes followed your movement, knowing smiles on their lips.

“I’ll see you guys later this week, yeah?”

You said your goodbyes, ignoring the last-minute jabs the boys wanted to get in, and began to search the bar for Seth. You spotted him at a table across the bar with a gaggle of petite girls and Pierre by his side. The moment you looked over at them, Pierre caught your eye.

You started walking over as he checked the time on his watch. 11:45 p.m. You never left before midnight.

Seth opened his arms as you approached and you folded into them as you said your goodbyes. Something about the interaction had Pierre turning away to talk to the girls they’d met. It was the same pit in his stomach type of feeling he got whenever you were around, whenever you embraced the other boys with a quick peck on the cheek or laughed at one of their shitty jokes.

He heard you say your final goodbye to Seth and your shoulder brushed against his back unknowingly as you avoided saying goodbye to him. He almost let you go unbothered, but his need to talk to you just once more was overwhelming. At the very last second, he turned and caught your elbow.

“Who’s got you running off before midnight, Cinderella?”

“It’s funny you think you deserve an answer to that question,” you growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp in disgust. He leaned back against the table with a smile. Your eyes flickered to the girls behind him, one with a glare set on you as she sipped her drink. 

A lightbulb went off above your head.

You stepped forward, squeezing yourself between Pierre and Seth’s bodies to get a word in with the girls around the table. 

“Can I offer you all some free advice?” you asked, even though you were going to give it to them anyway. “This one,” you spoke, nodding to Pierre. You dropped your voice to a whisper and the girls inched forward to catch your words. “He’s been around the block, if you know what I mean. I’d make sure he wraps it before he taps it. Who knows the last time he’s gotten tested?”

You slipped out from between the boys, ignoring the curses that fell from Pierre’s lips as you walked away.

---

You left Charlie’s at 7 the next morning. Although you tried not to make a habit of sleeping at his apartment, there were some nights that you ignored the voice inside your head. You dressed yourself in the outfit from the night before and stepped into his bathroom to check your make-up and fix your hair before allowing the world to see you in all your one night stand glory.

Last night was one of the worst nights you’d spent with him. He was off from the moment you got in the door to the moment he fell asleep after finishing. You ended up completely unsatisfied and if you hadn’t been as tired as you were, you probably would’ve gone home to bring your own self to orgasm since he so clearly couldn’t.

As you shut his front door behind you, another door in the hall shut. You looked up to see which neighbor had entered the hallway and immediately felt your stomach drop.

“This? This is the place you ran off to last night?” Pierre was standing at the next door over. He looked astounded, eyes flickering between you and the door you’d just come out of. “You’re fucking my neighbor? Isn’t he like 40?”

“You live here?” you asked, eyes wide as you took in the sight of Pierre in front of you. His hair was still messy from sleep, but he was dressed in his Blue Jackets workout gear and on his way out the door.

“I moved in at the beginning of the season,” he answered. He stepped forward and you stepped backwards in response. “But you wouldn’t know that because you didn’t come to my housewarming party.”

You didn’t think he was serious when he extended the invite, and you were almost positive your response was along the lines of ‘I’d never step foot inside your house.’  

With a scoff, you turned and continued down the hall. He was hot on your heels the entire way to the elevator and slowed to a stop to wait beside you when you pressed the down button. You were surprised when he didn’t immediately start digging deeper about your night. He was more preoccupied with whatever was on his phone than you, thankfully, though you were certain once he had you in the enclosed space of the elevator he’d start prying.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, Pierre stepped in and held his hand out to keep the doors open for you. You stayed put.

“I’ll wait for the next one,” you said stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the confined space with him.

The doors shut.

“You’re fucking dramatic.”

The elevator began its descent to the lobby and, all the while, you could feel him watching you.

“Can you stop?” you spat, shooting him a glare from the other corner of the elevator.

He studied you for a moment before asking, “Quiet in bed?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you quiet in bed?” he asked, slower this time, like you were too stupid to understand what he said before. You couldn’t find the words to answer, jaw ajar as your brain tried to catch up to his question. “I’m only asking because I’m pretty sure Charlie and I share a bedroom wall, and his place was completely silent last night.”

“You’re a pig.”

Pierre chuckled, satisfied with the reaction he’d gotten out of you, and continued talking, “Unless he can’t get you off.”

“Familiar with that problem, huh?”

“Not in the slightest,” he answered.

“As far as you know,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. The last place in the world you wanted to be was with Pierre in this elevator and you wanted him to know that.

“Not that you will ever get the chance to experience it yourself, but I know my way around the bedroom,” Pierre countered easily. Too easily. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I’m sure, what, with your body count in the hundreds probably. Statistically, you would have to have gotten at least 50% off.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know how many girls I have in my bed every week,” Pierre grinned, his ego oozing out of his every word.

“Not even a little bit,” you sighed. Your fingers came up to your temple as you tried to rub away the migraine that was beginning to take form. “Where you put your dick is of no concern to me, unless you decide to put it in a blender. Then, and only then, will I give a shit.”

“See, I think you care an awful lot more than you let on, princess,” Pierre said. Your face twisted in disgust at the pet name. “And I think that no matter how much you want to hate me, you really don’t. You’re just jealous that I’m not fucking you.”

That pushed you over the edge, the ounce of patience that you had left in your system had been blown to pieces with that comment. 

“Would you pull your head out of your ass for once in your life, Pierre?” you spat. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole, much less your filthy dick. My sex life is none of your god damn business. Actually, scratch that, my life is none of your business. I only put up with you because we run in the same group of friends, so don’t try and get cute with me. If I had things my way I would never have even met you, much less learned your name.”

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, likely to try and counter everything you had just said with a dig, but you held your hand up to silence him. 

“We don’t have to like each other, Pierre, but you don’t have to be such a raging asshole about it. I thought at some point you might get tired of being a complete dick but your endurance is impressive, I’ll give you that. So listen to me carefully when I tell you I want nothing to do with you.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you made a beeline to the front door of the lobby to begin your walk home in silence. Beautiful, peaceful, Pierre-less silence.

---

The silence didn’t last long. 

You were halfway through your skin care routine when your phone rang, piercing through the otherwise quiet apartment. Across your home screen, your sister’s name flashed over a goofy photo from New Years.

“What do you want?” you asked after swiping to accept. Your sister’s face filled the screen with a fake offended look on it. You giggled. “Listen, Sadie, the only time I’ve heard from you since you moved back to school has been because you needed me to do something for you.”

“Okay, well,” she started. You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement. You knew this was coming. “It’s not really me who needs something.”

“Which one of your friends needs something then?”

“Mom,” she said with a laugh. Confusion flashed over your features, so she continued, “My friends are all going home next weekend and I decided I’d do the same because why would I want to be here without them, right?” You nodded as she rambled on. “But when I told Mom I wanted to come home, she told me that her and Dad are going to be out of town.”

“They’re going away?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want me home alone.”

You laughed out loud. It was so typical of your mom to not trust Sadie to be home alone for a few days. She turned 21 months ago and yet she still wasn’t trusted by your parents. You couldn’t say you blamed them. Sadie wasn’t exactly the most responsible. 

“Stay at school then.”

“See, I was gonna do that,” she trailed off. “But she already bought me a plane ticket to see you.” Your jaw dropped, but you closed it at the sight of your sister’s apologetic face. “I’m really sorry, but on the brightside, I can finally party with you and all your boy toys! Especially the French one you hate so much,” she said his name in a French accent, “Pierre Luc Dubois, or whatever his sexy ass name is.”

And that was exactly what you were worried about.

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[binniesthighs]

♡nsfw alphabet w minho♡

I tried my best to make a list of my own, but I borrowed a few terms from this lovely template! 

requested by a cutie anon! 

Aftercare: (what they are like after sex) ok, so I see minho as someone who would be super caring after you’ve both properly come down and would want you to feel as comfortable as you can be--he doesn’t want you do have to do much. I am a big believer in minho drawing you a bath to help you relax and get cozy after: he’d hold you in his arms too while giving you a little massage. 

Bdsm: (are they into it? how “hard” do they like to go?) yes. the answer to this is yes. I feel like minho is one who really really gets off to the feeling of being the one in control, and knowing that you’re under his control. hearing your little whimpers, or seeing the way that you toss around when he’s using toys or has you bonded turns him on like no other. along this line, I feel like he’d also gladly tease you relentlessly until you’ve got tears in your eyes. he’ll only give you what you want if you ask him nicely 

Cum: (anything to do with cum) sooo minho loves cuming on you. he loves it a ton. for him, its the perfect picture when you’re gasping underneath him, just off your own orgasm, hands bound or clawing to the bed when he’ll cum on your chest, or your back, mayyybe even your face if you’re comfortable. oh! if you’ll cum on him...he doesn’t mind that either.

Degredation: (do they like using names on you, or for them?) as we have seen above, I feel like he would be into using degrading names, or having you say them back to him, for example: “you’re such a whore for my dick, tell me that you’re a whore for me.” etc. Of course, he never means what he says, he just knows that it amps things up for the both of you. 

Experience: (how experienced are they?) minho is fairly experienced, and also knows well what he likes and knows how to ask you what you like as well. minho isn’t scared to give you instructions or guide you in how you pleasure him as well--he would ask you to do the same!

Favorite (pet names): well, i think that there is a general consensus that minho likes kitten and kitty--it just makes sense lol. Otherwise, the softer ones would be my love, sweetheart, hun, doll, baby girl/boy etc.

Gagging: (size kink perhaps?) I think yes on this one. minho is alll about the power that he has over you, so seeing you gag would boost his confidence. knowing that you have to work a little harder to take him in reassures him that you’re his and that you only bend to him. at the same time, he would never push you to do something that made you uncomfortable and would ask you if you wanted to use safe words/ symbols. 

Hair: (how well groomed are they?) this is kind of funny because I think that minho would actually really care about this. mostly from a functionality standpoint, but also when he’s trimmed he feels more confident and like he’s got everything together and organized for when he’s with you. 

Intimacy: (the romantic aspect) so minho has 2 modes, and they vary depending on his mood or yours. mode 1 is where he’s doming the hell out of you and he gets to do what ever he likes, making you cum over and over again, teasing you for as long as you can take it and doesn’t show much mercy. on the other hand, when the vibe is different, holy hell he can give you the softest, most intimate sex that you can ever experience. i’m picturing super slow and deep thrusts into you, kissing you just as slowly in between while he tangles up his hands in your hair u g h i love thinking about this 

Jack off: (all about masturbation) I see Minho as one who would jack off really lazily, much later at night when there isn’t too much else to do; it isn’t something he prioritizes often unless there’s something that crosses his mind that really turns him on, he’ll even risk doing it somewhere semi-public if it means he gets to roll the image over and over in his mind, especially of you. Oh, and he loves jacking off in the shower when its steamy and warm, I don’t make the rules!! 

Kink(s): Minho loves having you all dressed up for him, I’m talking lace, velvet, anything strappy, harnesses, collars, chokers, thigh garters, maybe some kitten ears, mostly he just loves watching you and this is like icing on the cake. I see him having a hand kink as well?? When he’s worshiping your body, he watches his hands trace you all over, he loves it when you suck on his fingers, or when he rubs his thumb over tongue. Also, breath play, edge play and voyeurism!  

Location: anywhere. and I mean it. the more risky it is, the more exciting it is for him. bathrooms, locker rooms, dressing rooms, kitchen, living room couch, dining table, shower, bathtub, hotel rooms, the place doesn’t matter, it’s you that does. he would never miss an opportunity to be intimate with you whether its more slow and passionate or sweaty, rushed and needy. 

Multiple (partners): i think that this is something that minho would be open to! but not at first. minho is someone who can be very possessive at times, so sharing you with others when the realtionship is new makes him a little nervous--bc he wants you to be all his! after a while though, the idea of sharing you with someone and watching you get wrecked under them...he wouldn’t oppose. 

No: (something they won’t do, turn offs) while he won’t say no, daddy kinks aren’t his favorite, it’s simply something that doesn’t turn him on; he prefers to be the one calling you names hehe. he’s mostly an open minded person, just because he gets off on helping you get off. 

Oral: loves loves giving oral to his partner, it’s one of his favorite ways to begin foreplay, he’s exceptionally skilled as well, and knows perfectly how to use his mouth to tease. gives one hell of a blowjob, and knows how to make you cum over and over just from his tongue on your clit. he won’t ask you to blow him, but rather tease you until you’re begging to do it for him. 

Pace: super slow or super fuckin’ fast. there is no in-between and that’s that on that! if you ask me, as much as he revels in pounding you into the bed, it’s the slower and more sensual moments that linger on his mind longer. 

Quickies: i think this goes without saying, but minho never passes up the opportunity to take you right then and now. funnily enough, if you’re at work/school and send him a message about how you might be feeling a little horny, this man will drive all the way to you just to help you out. lil anecdote: his favorite thing to do is fuck you bent over a bathroom sink, battling the time before someone notices you’re away. he loves watching your fucked out face in the tinted green bathroom mirror. 

Ropes: (tying you up au) i added this to the list mostly for fun, but also I’ve got this idea of minho loosing his mind over having you tied up or restrained. ropes, ribbons, velvet, bow ties, handcuffs and much more. there’s nothing more that he likes than seeing you all helpless and not able to do anything about it. he thinks you looks so pretty tied up especially if it’s ribbons of pretty colors that look beautiful on your skin. 

Stamina: bucket loads. I’ve definitely seen something somewhere talking about how minho’s got a dancers stamina and I can’t agree more. minho’s got the stamina to draw out his thrusts for hours or give it to you as quickly and as roughly as he possibly can, granted he’ll be a sweating mess by the time that he’s done, but he sees that as sign that he did his job very well. 

Toys: in my oponion, yes and no. lolll I say this for the reason of minho’s ego getting in his own way. he feels fuckin’ amazing knowing that he can make you cum as hard as you do only from his body and would much rather use the tools at his disposal rather than toys...but...seeing what toys can do to you and how he can use them to his advantage is soemthing he won’t pass up. His personal favorites are all kinds of vibrators, cock rings, hmmm and occasionally nipple clamps

Unfair: (tw: dubcon) (how much that they like to tease) oh my, very much so. fuck, it’s probably his favorite thing to do to you! I’ve said before on this account that minho is into teasing even when it isn’t “that time” meaning he’ll brush up against you in public with his hand or grind himself into you when you’re sitting in his lap. his hand will creep up your thighs slightly when the two of you are in the car together to make you squirm a little bit. and of course, he’ll tease you for real when he’s got you all to himself, and would do it for hours if you let him. 

Volume: frick i love thinking about this!!!! i see minho as being someone more on the quiet side: shaky exhales, choked little breaths, the occasional soft “mmm” or “ahh.” if he’s really loosing himself in it however, looking down at you with tears in your eyes, or drool slipping down your neck from blowing him, he’ll let out some of the most unapologetically erotic moans on his pink lips

Wild card: (you pick!) i would like to use this place to talk about how much a bratty sub makes him go frickin’ feral. There is something about the way that you bite back at each of his demands, it only makes him want to dig into you even harder. you’d say to him as he’s relentlessly fucking into you “i-is that all that you can do? you’re bo-boring me...” in seconds, he would have you flipped around into a completely different position, something you didn’t even know existed that makes your muscles burn but your heat ravenous. he’d say, “if i’m so boring how is it that I’ve made you a fucking mess for me three times already?” 

X-ray: (what’s going on under those pleather pants) thicc thighs I’ll tell you that HA, jk that’s just me having the biggest most embarrassing thigh kink alive lmaooo. buuut it’s true! minho’s got those perfectly toned and thick thighs that he loves having you grind on of course. as for what this letter is really about, I see minho has having just the right proportions. not to be cheesy, but it’s like this boy was practically frickin made for you!! buuuut I think we all know that minho’s packing with something  

Yes: (biggest turn ons) on top of the ones mentioned above, I wanna make this one kinda cute and sentimental just bc I can lolll, but a major turn on for minho is a bomb ass personality!! minho really treasures people who are unique, true to themselves and passionate about something! he finds this super super attractive. this man is an absolute SIMP for a personality and that’s the first thing he falls in love with about you! (also shhhh I’m not pushing my pan!minho agenda shhh) 

Zzz: (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) kinda like with aftercare, minho can’t rest himself properly until you are fully taken care of! as soon as he knows that he’s covered all the bases: cleaning you off, getting you clothes, water, food, giving you a massage if you need it. as soon as the two of you are all cuddled up in together, then he’ll be able to relax himself, patiently smoothing down your hair as you fall asleep yourself, then, he’ll be out like a light. 

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[hogarthwrites]

house sitting for two chapter 11

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pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/f)

genre: smut, slow romance, mutual pining

warnings: graphic sex

words: 2,088

summary:

You spend the day with Sam on an official date as an official couple. Things are great. You're great together, and you wish it could last. Could it be the calm before the storm?

note:

the song sam plays is Baby Im-a Want You by Bread

sorry chapters might be slower (dw im still writing, just at a slower pace bc pain) i haven't been feeling too great so it's been hard to write. thank you if you're still here reading my lil fic i appreciate you all so much <3

It was bliss, holding Sam throughout the night then, then waking up next to him, all the while knowing he was yours. You had enough money to quit your monotonous job and move in with Sam.

“Good morning,” he'd smile early in the morning, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Morning,” you snuggled in closer to him.

The sunlight seeping through the window was warm and it made being in Sam’s bed even more comfortable.

“Nice day out, huh?” He looked out the window. “Do you wanna do anything today?”

“Hmm,” you laid your head on his chest, tracing the curly hair on his chest. “I kinda wanna stay in bed.”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “Like every single day?”

“It’s not so bad."

He moved and kissed you. Softly at first, but as he wrapped his arms around your waist, it deepened.

You smiled into the kiss. He really was officially yours and it felt so good to finally call him your boyfriend . Just the thought gave you butterflies.

“Let's go out,” Sam said, rolling on top of you to caress your cheek. “We have all the money and time in the world. Let's go on a date… Officially.”

“Officially. I like that,” You put your arms around his neck. “What should we do?”

You ended up sitting on a bench at the park downtown, eating strawberry ice cream and watching people pass by. Sam had an arm around your shoulders as he talked about anything that popped up in his mind. He was such a complex man, you thought. There were times he was quiet, deep in thought, but he could be so talkative and spontaneous too.

“You got some…” You pointed at the corner of his lip. “Some ice cream there.”

He smiled as you wiped it off with your finger. “I could get used to this relationship thing.”

“You've never been in one?”

“I have… I think,” he looked at you. “But nothing like this.”

You told him he was corny but he meant it. Sam was stupidly in love with you, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. When was the last time he felt this way, he wondered. Was it Crystal? Did that even count?

You held hands as you walked around, Sam intertwining his with yours until you ended up at an old thrift store run by an elderly man, who quietly sat at the counter. A soft love song played from the small radio next to him.

“What do you think of this?” Sam asked, holding up a blue Hawaiian shirt decorated with pink flamingos.

“Um,” you chuckled, putting the shirt back in the rack. “I think we should retire the Hawaiian shirts, Sam.”

“You thought the one I wore at Nathan’s was pretty sexy, though,” he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I should probably wear that again, maybe it'll get me laid tonight.”

“Sam,” you whispered, glancing around. “We're in public.”

“So?” He grinned before leaning over to give you a quick kiss.

“God, you're insatiable,” you laughed, pulling away. As you did, he took your hand in his.

You continued to look around, rolling your eyes as Sam picked out another shirt. It was a green bowling shirt with “No Time to Spare” stitched on the chest.

“It's not a Hawaiian shirt,” he protested and you gave in. He did look good in it.

“Okay, what about this for me?” You held up a shirt with turtles on it.

“‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles’?” Sam narrowed his eyes. "Is it supposed to be some kind of a joke?"

“What?” You asked. “You don't know what this Pokemon is?”

“What's a Pokemon?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “I just thought…”

“They're short for Pocket Monsters where you…” You looked down at the shirt. "Well, never mind."

“You should get it, baby,” he smiled.

You blinked him, surprised.

“What?” He was suddenly concerned.

“You called me baby. ”

“I always do.”

“Not outside of bed,” you pouted.

“I guess I should start using it more, babe,” he put an emphasis on babe.

You had a late lunch at a small family-run diner that Sam frequented before you were together. He was on a first-name basis with the staff and you admired the way he was just so charming with other people.

He ordered pancakes and coffee for both of you, taking his time with his food to talk to you.

“Your pancakes are better,” you mentioned. “You promised to make me some, remember?”

Sam laughed, his leg bumping against yours under the table. “Right. I'll make them again, I promise.”

“I'll remember that.”

Sam told you about his mother, Cassandra, recalling all the good memories he had with her, intentionally leaving Frank out from all of them. He explained that his last name used to be Morgan, but after an incident involving stealing Cassandra’s journals back, he and Nathan ran away from Boston and changed their names.

“We never looked back,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Good riddance.”

“Is that why you chose California?”

“Victor chose California,” he blurted. “But the weather is better, so I can't complain.”

In return, you told him about yourself, how you had an absent, narcissistic mother and an older brother who left as soon as he could. You never felt like you had a family, and Sam took your hand in his.

He wanted to tell you you weren't alone anymore, that he wanted to be your family, that you had Nathan and Elena, but he didn't. He just held your hand as he listened.

At the end of the day, you felt like you knew him better than before. Despite all the times you'd slept together, this was one of the first times you felt like you actually felt like you got to know who Samuel Drake was.

Sam had you standing against the door as you got home, his hands on your waist. He didn’t say anything as he rested his forehead against yours.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

He kissed you and you could still taste the sweet maple from the pancakes and coffee on his lips. You felt his fingers linger at the hem of your shirt, touching the soft skin underneath. As your lips moved to his neck, following the tattooed birds, he sighed.

You got on your knees, your hands lingering on his belt.

“What was that again?” You looked at him through your eyelashes.

“You just wanna hear it again,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I really wanna hear it,” you batted your eyes at him.

Sam knelt down and cupped your chin. “I’m in love with you.”

“Oh, Sam,” you kissed him and pushed him down on the floor.

“Easy there,” he laughed as you straddled him and unbuckled his belt.

You’d pulled his jeans off in no time, keeping eye contact with him as you pulled his boxers off. He groaned when you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue on the tip of his cock.

Sam had propped himself up on his elbows, one hand in his hair as he watched you. You happily sucked his cock, taking it deep in your mouth, looking up at Sam as you bobbed your head up and down. His hips bucked but you held him down.

“Stay,” you commanded and Sam gave you a stunned look, a crooked grin on his lips.

You wanted to make sure he was on the edge, moaning your name out as his fingers tangled in your hair. His cock twitched in your hand and you pulled away, much to Sam’s disappointment.

“Really?” His voice was hoarse.

“Come here,” you helped him up and led him to the bed.

“I think I like where this is leading,” he wrapped his arms around your waist but you turned around to kiss him, pushing him down on the bed.

“I'm just warmin’ up, sweet cheeks,” you held his hands up over the bed.

“Wha–?” Sam felt the ticklish fuzz on his wrists and heard the click as you handcuffed him to the bed. “Oh, bring it on, kitten.”

“Shut up,” you had his cock in your mouth again and he groaned loudly. You continued to suck and jack him off while he squirmed under you. It was enough to turn you on and you slowly stripped.

Sam tugged on the handcuffs. He wanted to touch you badly, but all he could do was watch. You kissed him softly as you straddled him.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned.

Your hands were on Sam’s chest as you rode him, your moans filling his small apartment. You felt sexy on top of him, his wrists handcuffed to the bed.

“You like that?” Your hand slid up to his neck.

“Oh yeah.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, baby, yes,” he moaned. “More, baby.”

You moved your hips faster, your sweat dripping down your back. Sam groaned loudly, desperate to touch you, but he couldn't. It turned you on even more to see him struggle with the fuzzy handcuffs.

You let out a pornographic moan as he bucked his hips up, much to Sam’s satisfaction. You pushed down on his throat gently as you continued to fuck him. It was enough for Sam to cum, lifting his hips up into you.

“Jesus Christ,” he smiled up at you, breathless and sweaty. “If this is love, I don't know why I've been missing out on it.”

“Well,” you climbed off him and undid the handcuffs. “You haven't made me cum yet.”

“Is that so?” He rubbed his wrists before pushing you down on the bed. His fingers were then inside you, vigorously fingering you.

Trying to suppress a scream, you clasped your hands over your mouth. You looked up at Sam who gave you a smug look.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said, pinching your nipple with his free hand.

Your back arched as you reached your orgasm, but that didn't stop Sam. He continued to finger you until you had soaked the bed again.

“Holy fuck,” you panted. “I don't think I'd ever get tired of this.”

“Me neither,” he lay in bed next to you and took your hand in his.

“You really meant it?” You looked at him.

“What?” He kissed your fingers, twirling the ring on your finger. “That I won't get tired of all the sex or that I'm in love with you?”

"The latter, you idiot," you giggled, nodding, and instantly felt stupid. You couldn't help it; it still made you giddy whenever he said it.

“We've been together for months , of course I mean it,” Sam rolled on his side, his finger tracing your lips.

“I love you, too,” you gave him a quick kiss. “I just never thought Samuel Drake would ever say that.”

“I'm a changed man,” he gave you a soft look.

“Well,” you sat up. “I’m starving.”

“Again?” Sam sat up with you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I don't know about you but sometimes vigorous sex makes me hungry.”

Sam heated up some leftovers and you ate together on the counter. You couldn't keep your hands and lips off each other and you found yourself pressed against the fridge making out with Sam.

“I can't get enough of you,” he said in a low voice, grabbing your breasts through the shirt you haphazardly put on.

“Sam,” you laughed. “Ready for round two already?”

“Just a second,” Sam went to his radio to turn it on.

A song started playing and he held a hand out to dance with him. You laughed as he held you, moving along to the beat.

“Baby I'm-a want you, baby I'm-a need you,” he sang along.

“You're such an old man,” you giggled, resting your head on his chest.

“Just because I have great taste in music?”

“I can't argue with that.”

You closed your eyes, taking in Sam’s scent, the beat of his heart, and the music that played. It felt so perfect. Almost too good to be true.

As Sam made love to you again, you wished days like that would last. But as you lay next to him, you had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You propped yourself up and looked at Sam peacefully sleeping and you felt the butterflies in your stomach again.

Please, please, please . Stay with me.

#sam drake x reader #sam drake smut #sam drake #samuel drake #uncharted fanfiction

[calpalirwin]

Crush, Crush, Crush

Summary: As if having one crush wasn’t complicated enough.

Word Count: 3.4k

And away and away we go!

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Delilah let out a loud shriek, flinching away as an ice cold water bottle was pressed against the back of her neck. “Mikey!” she kept shrieking as the boy burst into a fit of giggles, pressing the bottle firmer against the girl’s neck, water droplets running down into the back of her shirt. “I’m gonna kill you!” she laughed, turning around.

Michael dropped the bottle and ran for his life, Delilah giving chase, their socked feet sliding around on the hardwood floors, both of them screaming wildly. As a last ditch effort to catch him, Delilah pushed off with her right foot, launching herself towards Michael’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, and his hooking under her legs so they wouldn’t fall.

“Um… wish I could say this usually doesn’t happen… But uh… that’d be a lie,” Calum’s voice sounded from in front of them and both Delilah and Michael snapped their heads to the sound, finding Calum, Luke, and a boy Delilah had yet to meet standing there.

“Didn’t know Mike had a girlfriend,” the boy said, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Delilah let out a high pitched giggle as she climbed off Michael’s back, who scoffed, “D’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” the boy said, brightening slightly.

“Yeah, she’s actually my girlfriend. Mike, how could you?!” Calum cried with fake dramatics.

Delilah fake gagged. “Not even in your dreams, Hood,” she told him before focusing her attention on the boy whose name she still didn’t know. “I’m Delilah. And you are?”

“”M Ashton,” he smiled softly.

“Oh, the drummer!”

“Heh,” Ashton giggled nervously, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Yeah, that’d be me.”

“Cool!”

“Yeah, and now that we have a drummer, can we get our other guitarist, and practice?” Luke quipped.

Delilah rolled her eyes at the boy. “I guess you can borrow, Mike. But you owe me one, Hemmings.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

As the group of five made their way into the living room, Michael nudged into Delilah, “Stop staring at Ash,” he teased, low enough so only she heard him.

“I am not staring,” she whispered back. “But if I was…?”

Michael chuckled, understanding her only the way he could. “Two grades above us. Different school. No girlfriend. Good drummer. Definitely sticking this out with us.”

“Fuck, that doesn’t help me not like him, Mike.”

Michael chuckled more. “Yeah, I know.”

~5 Years Later~

Ashton spotted Delilah and Michael already lounging in the sun, sighing internally. How was he ever supposed to think he stood a chance at having either of them, let alone make a move when those two were always joined at the hip? His phone pinged in his hand, and he hoped it was either Calum or Luke saying they were finding parking. Fortunately it was both Calum and Luke. Unfortunately it was both of them saying that something had come up, and they couldn’t make it. “Fuckin’ great…” Ashton muttered under his breath, trudging the last few feet across the sand towards Delilah and Michael. “Hey, guys.”

Both of them shielded the sun out of their eyes as they looked over at Ashton, bright smiles on their faces. “Oh, hey Ash!”

“Hey,” he repeated. “Um, did you see what Cal and Luke said?”

With frowns, they both looked at their own phones. “God damn it…” Michael groaned. “They do this all the time… They wanna hang out, and then they bail on us.”

Delilah shrugged. “Well fuck them. We don’t need them to have fun, do we?” With that, her fingers tugged up the hem of her shirt, to pull the fabric free from her body. “Can one of you help me get my back?” she asked, digging through her bag for a bottle of sunscreen.

Michael almost dropped the bottle, as Ashton gulped, both men sharing a glance. Taking the path of least resistance, they both shared the job of covering the woman’s back in shoulders, Delilah sighing in content as the way their fingers gently massaged her skin. “Thanks guys.”

“No problem…” they mumbled in a rush, their cheeks bright red.

“Um, I can do your guys’ backs if you want…” she suggested.

“Yeah! That’d be great!”

Delilah had to bite down on her lip as both men discarded their shirts, and all three of them took a small moment to clear their throats. “Um… Wanna help me with Mike first, ‘Lila? He might burn quicker than me…” Ashton all but squeaked.

“Good idea,” Delilah giggled, squirting the sunscreen in Ashton’s waiting hand, and then her own. She shared a covert smile with him as they started covering Michael’s back, their fingers knocking into the other’s.

When it was Delilah and Michael’s turn to get Ashton’s back, Ashton shuddered at the way his friends’ fingers carefully went over the tattoo on his neck, before moving to get the rest of his back and shoulders. “Fuck, that tickles,” he giggled airly. “Maybe you should think about getting a spray.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” she started to flirt, then immediately felt bad at the way Michael’s face scrunched. “I don’t have a lot of faith in spray sunscreen. Every time I use it, I get burned,” she added quickly as an explanation.

After they finished applying the sunscreen to the rest of their exposed skin, Ashton glanced out towards the water. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go!” Delilah said, skipping off ahead of them.

“You should go for it,” Michael mumbled to Ashton as they walked together at a slower pace. “You and D… You’d uh… be cute together.”

“What? Pfft… Nah… You think?”

Michael shrugged. “I see the way you look at her. And if I trust anyone with her, it’d be you, ya know?”

“Thanks, Mike. That, um… means a lot. But, I don’t think she sees me that way. Pretty sure she’s into someone else.”

“Shit that blows…”

It was Ashton’s turn to shrug. “Eh, it’s alright. Can’t say I blame her. She has pretty good taste.”

“That she does,” Michael nodded.

~~~

“So, you ever gonna ask him out?” Delilah asked Michael as they sat on the shoreline, watching Ashton still out in the water.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do I mean? Ash! When are you gonna ask him out?”

“Uh… never? Cuz he doesn’t like me.”

Delilah snorted, “Yeah, okay. And I’m the Queen of England.”

Michael shook his head, then sighed. “I’m serious, D. Would it be great if Ash liked me the way I like him? Yeah. But that’s not reality.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he likes someone else.”

“Aw, fuck. Sorry, Mike.”

“S’alright. Can’t say I blame him.”

~~~

“You know,” Ashton said to Delilah as they waited for Michael to come back with food for them all. “With Mike, you might have to make the first move.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, c’mon, ‘Lila. You know him better than anybody. You know how shy he can get with stuff like this. Be brave for the both of ya. Make the first move.”

“Waves knock you around a lil too hard there, Ash? You’re talking nonsense.”

“You’re really gonna sit there, and tell me you don’t like Mike?”

“Of course I like Mike. He’s my best friend. But it’s… complicated. There’s a lot of layers that I haven’t figured out. That I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re telling me…” he muttered under his breath.

Michael approaching with food put an end to the conversation, all three friends sharing a tight lipped smile, more confused than they’d ever been.

~3 Years Later~

Delilah checked the time on her phone, sighing and feeling tears of frustration brim up in her eyes. She had been five minutes early to her date nearly an hour ago. She wasn’t sure which stung more: her messages asking where her date was being left on read, or the look of pity in the waitress’ eyes as Delilah ordered her third glass of wine.

So, rejected, a little tipsy, and unsure of what to do, she called the one person she knew she could always count on.

“Hey ‘Lila,” Ashton’s voice picked up on the second ring that had Delilah feeling even more flustered.

“Oh… H-hey Ash… S-sorry I didn’t mean to call you… um…” she fumbled over her words as she scrambled to hit the end call button.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren’t you supposed to be on a date? Are you alright? What’s going on?”

The weight of concern for her in his words was the breaking point. “I got stood up…” she whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Okay. Sit tight. I’m coming.”

“Ash-”

“Shh, it’ll be alright. I’m already on my way.”

“You’re heading out?” Calum questioned as Ashton placed Michael’s phone down on the table.

“I have to.”

“No. Mike has to. She called Mike, Ash.”

Ashton narrowed his eyes pointing into the sound booth where Michael and Luke were laying down tracks. “He’s a lil busy at the moment, and she needs someone now. What am I supposed to do? Not go to her?”

“No, of course not. It’s Del. But… Ash, it’s not a secret that things are all a little complicated between you three. I don’t want to see you get hurt because you played hero to her when it was supposed to be Mike.”

“I’m not doing this to swoop in, and take Mike’s hero moment away from him, Cal. She’s my friend too. And she needs somebody. So you really think I’m gonna let you stop me?”

Calum raised his hands in surrender. “Look, I’m only trying to protect you from getting your heart crushed if this doesn’t match up to the fantasy in your head.”

“And I appreciate that. You know I do. But I got this, Cal. Promise.”

“Alright. Go on then, I’ll explain to them what happened when they’re done.”

“Thanks, Cal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here already.”

Ashton made it to the restaurant in minutes flat, hitting the ground running. He muttered a few apologies and “excuse me”s as he weaved through the people in his way, before finally spotting Delilah staring dejectedly at her empty glass of wine. He steeled himself from the thoughts swirling in his head about how if this had been their date he’d never dare leave her waiting on him. That wasn’t a road he needed to go down right now. “Hey,” he said softly as he took the seat across from her.

She raised her eyes slowly to look over at him, a tearful smile coming to her lips. “Hey…” she whispered.

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”

“I have to pay my bill… Shoulda stuck with water…”

“That’s alright,” he told her, flagging down a waitress. While Delilah got lost in her mind, Ashton settled the bill in hushed tones. “Okay. C’mon,” he said, resting a hand gently on top of hers to get her attention.

“The bill…” she repeated.

“It’s taken care of. C’mon.” He helped her up from her seat, taking off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her exposed skin.

“You wanna know something?” she asked numbly as they headed for his car.

“What’s that?”

“If I told you how many times I imagined you rushing in to save the day like this… well… your head would spin. And now that it’s real… my head’s spinning.”

“That might be the wine,” he chuckled lightly, opening the door for her. “And uh… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“How do you not know? Everyone else does…” she sighed, relaxing against the leather of the seat.

“Everyone else knows what?”

“That I like you.”

In his shock, he closed the car door with more force than he meant to. When he got in on the driver’s side, she was giggling. “What?” he asked nervously.

“Well that was dramatic,” she continued to giggle. “I like you, slam!”

“I- Wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. I thought you still liked Mike.”

Delilah sighed somewhat dreamily, and Ashton’s stomach churned. “Yeah. I like him too.”

“Yeah, I kinda gathered as much.  I mean… you did call him, not me. I was just the one who picked up. Still not sure why. I just saw your name and...”

“Had to?” she supplied the rest of his thought.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s you. I wasn’t going to not answer, even if it wasn’t my phone.”

“Just because I like Mike, doesn’t mean I can’t like you too, Ash.”

“Yeah, but it’s different kinds of like.”

“Says who?”

“Says the obvious. You two are the closest, you always have been. And look, I get it. I’m not mad. I get what you see in him, because I see it, too. I just also happen to wish sometimes you saw that in me, too.”

“I do! It’s…” she scrambled to find the words to finally lay this all out on the line.

“Complicated. I know. I remember.” The words came out bitter, and they both hated it. Delilah for not having the words to fix it, and Ashton for the crushed look in her eyes when she was already having a shitty night. He let out a slow sigh, collecting himself. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now. This is a conversation we can have at a different time. I should be taking you home.”

“No,” she pressed. “I want to have this conversation now. Ash… I like both of you. I’ve liked Mike my entire life, and I’ve liked you since the minute I met you. And… the reason I haven’t been brave enough to do something about it is because I also know that you two like each other. And… I like you guys too much as my friends to ruin the dynamic I guess? When I don’t choose, it’s only me who gets hurt. Because I’d rather have neither of you, than have one and the other feel jealous.”

“Oh… Damn… That adds a whole ‘nother layer to this, doesn’t it?”

“Yep… They don’t have books or movies for how to deal with love triangles like this… this is… uncharted territory.”

“Yep… Well fuck. If all three of us like each other, why don’t we all just date?” Ashton suggested.

“How would that dynamic work?”

“No idea. But, if anyone could figure it out, I’d bet it’d be us.”

“And if Mike doesn’t… Would you and me still…?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“You don’t… feel like that makes us consolation prizes to each other? Like we can’t both have Mike, so we’re settling for each other?”

“Nothing about being with you is me settling for you, ‘Lila. I want you.”

“I want you, too.”

“And we just happen to also want Mike,” Ashton couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all.

“Do you think he wants us, too? I mean, I know he wants you. I just don’t know if he wants me.”

“Oh, he does. Trust me, he does. Anybody would be stupid not to.” Ashton let out his next breath slowly, running his hands through his hair. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please,” she breathed, leaning across the center console towards him. He met her in the middle, his fingers gripping lightly on her chin to guide her lips to his, her own hands coming up to cradle his face. “Thanks for coming to get me,” she murmured as they broke the kiss.

“Of course,” he smiled softly. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

Ashton giggled and started the car. “Alright, we’ll grab some food, and then I’ll take you home.”

“We should get something for Mike, too. He’ll have known by now that I called, and that you came to get me, so he’ll be waiting for us. Right?”

“If he’s done laying down tracks with Luke, yeah. That’s probably a safe bet.”

They fell silent, Delilah finally breaking the silence only after they had picked up food for themselves and Mike. “Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching out to lower the volume of the radio.

“Are you scared?”

“Terrified,” he nodded. “It’s uh… not every day you tell the girl, and the boy, you’ve been crushing on for years that you’ve been crushing on them for years, with the follow up being if it’s cool if you can all date each other.”

Delilah giggled, “God, this is fuckin’ crazy…”

“100% certifiably nuts,” Ashton giggled with her as he pulled into her driveway, next to Michael’s car and spotting the man waiting for them on the porch. Ashton shut off the car and turned to look at Delilah. “Ready?”

“God, no.”

“It’s Mike. He’s our best friend.”

“I know. But I’m still…”

“Scared? Yeah, me too. His hands grabbed hers, brushing soft kisses across her knuckles. “But I’ll be right here with you. C’mon,” he coaxed. 

They left the security of the car, and walked up to where Michael was waiting. He rose slowly to his feet, eyes locking on Ashton and Delilah’s hands that were clasped together. “Oh… I see you two have uh… that’s great. Happy for you guys…” His gaze flickered over to the food bag in Delilah’s other hand. “And I’m intruding, so I’m gonna head out. Glad your night worked out.”

“Mike, wait,” Ashton said, reaching out to stop the younger man. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”

“No offense to either of you right now, cuz I love this for you guys, I really do. But uh… I’m a little tired and hungry from the studio. I just stopped by cuz I saw you had called, D, and wanted to make sure you were okay. And you are. So um… can we save the ‘we’re dating’ conversation for tomorrow?”

Delilah shook the bag of food. “We picked you up something, too. Please, Mikey?”

~~~

“So… let me see if I got this right. In addition to crushing on each other, you both also have a crush on me?” Michael asked, after Ashton and Delilah brought him up to speed.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Delilah nodded, leaning forward to set the now empty take out food container on the coffee table.

Michael looked over at Ashton with a raised eyebrow, “How drunk is she?”

Ashton giggled, while Delilah gaped at Michael and gave him a small shove with an indignant “Hey! I’m not that drunk. Anymore…”

“Well fuck! So we’ve all just been crushing on each other, and swallowing our pride, so nobody gets their feelings hurt except ourselves?”

“Can’t leave out the stupidest part of how all of us at some point encouraged someone to make a move on someone else.”

“Fuck, no wonder Cal and Luke bail on so many plans with us… This shit is infuriating… But now that it’s all cleared up, what do we do? How does this… work exactly?”

“I don’t know… I have enough trouble figuring out how to date one person…” Ashton admitted, making the other two laugh in agreement. “But if anyone can figure it out, it’s us, yeah?”

“Exactly,” Delilah smiled at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “We’re all friends first. There isn’t anything we keep from each other.”

“Minus the crushes we all had on each other, that is,” Michael amended. Then, “So… have you guys kissed yet?”

“We did, yeah,” Ashton told him, with a sheepish grin.

“Fuckers…”

“Aw, poor baby,” Delilah teased, leaning towards Michael to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last possible second, Michael turned his head, so her lips locked onto his rather than the intended target of his cheek.

He sighed in content against her lips, tasting the barest traces of wine still leftover, sweet and savory. “Can’t begin to tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he murmured as they broke apart.

“Well, now you can do it whenever you want,” she smiled.

Ashton cleared his throat. “Still here.”

Michael’s cheeks flushed. “Right. Yeah… erm…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ashton groaned, hooking his fingers under Michael’s chin to get them to look at each other. “It’s a kiss, dumbass, not rocket science.”

“Calling your boyfriend a dumbass isn’t very nice of you,” Michael teased lightly. 

Ashton shuddered as his lips crushed into Michael’s, “Fuck, say that again.”

“Boyfriend,” Michael grinned against Ashton’s mouth.

“My boyfriends,” Delilah beamed proudly at them.

“Our girlfriend,” they chorused back.

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[gallickingun]

can i get a 31 with baku? nsfw or sfw if possible? if not that’s okay, i just love how you write him!

a/n: we can get a lil spicy, darlin, i don’t mind! i hope you enjoy this one!! super spicy from the get go so, under the cut! 

ps, couldn’t decide between spicy stuff or edible stuff as the “something”, so i went a total curveball and chose blood! it’s not a lot, but just in case anyone is uncomfortable, i wanted to put the warning! also, there is a gratuitous use of the word bitch by katsu himself. just in case you don’t like that sort of thing. 

pps, oh god. we’re kinda doing a little breeding thing here. nothing crazy, lol, but some subtle stuff towards the end!! 

Prompt #31: “You’ve got something on your lip. Here, let me.”

Katsuki keeps you under his thumb for hours, it feels like. 

You’re sure at some point you stopped breathing or your eyes rolled back too far and they’re stuck. However, he does not let up long enough for you to care. Bakugou is heavy as he loiters over the top of you, knees on either side of you as he lays you out, bare as a baby.

“Kacchan,” you whimper, your head thrown back as his fingers probe at you again, teasing your nipples under his harsh touch. Bakugou chuckles, leaning back on his thick thighs to glower down at you, “Yeah, baby?”

You whine at the sound of his voice, your eyes screwed shut and your hands reaching out for something to touch. Your lips part for you to ask him something, but you choke when his hand encompasses the lower half of your face, palm covering your mouth as his fingers dig into your cheeks. Your head is thrust into the pillow, the heel of his palm near your ear so he can hold you down. His voice rings out in the room but you can’t see him, not with the way he has you pinned down.

“Hush, little one,” his tone is chilling, but it does the job. Your hips roll forward, thighs spread evenly for him to peer between, “I’ll tell you when we’re done, yeah? No complaining, baby girl, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

You’re nodding as enthusiastically as you can, hardly able to move from under his grip but trying nonetheless. You curl your hands around the sheets beside your hips, a whine dying out in your throat as tears gather in the corners of your eyes from sensory overload. He leans forward, just enough that his hard cock brushes your overstimulated clit, the jolt to the puffy nub making you cry out against his open palm.

“You think you’ll make it?” he teases you, starting to nudge his nose over your jugular. He whispers next, tongue finding your earlobe, “I love fuckin’ your pretty little pussy. You think you can turn it out for me one more time?”

You’re honestly not sure what number orgasm this is, your body stopped caring after the first few. He’s had you coming around his knuckles and his mouth, but not his cock, not yet. Bakugou runs his thumb over your jawline, mouth preoccupied with lavishing your chest. He hovers over your pert nipple, hot breath forcing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

So, when he repeats himself, you whimper into his hand and nod, tears running down your temples into your hair. He tilts his head, smirking down at you, “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

You listen, irises blown wide as your knees knock against the mattress, pussy butterflied open so he can brush his knuckle into your slick with no issues. Your lips part and you lick over the seams of his palm, a cry muffled by his skin. His thumb touches your temple, wiping at the wetness caused by your tears. 

“What do you want?” he coos, mouth searching your throat for the perfect spot to bloom a bruise. “C’mon, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

His hand is still over your face, restricting your movements. He doesn’t move away to let you speak, so you start to babble into his hand, whining despite the inability to hear your words so they sound like nothing more than syllables strung together carelessly.

Bakugou nips at your jaw, forcing another whimper from your lips. Just as your mouth parts for the sound, he dips his middle finger directly into your heat, the squelching sound of your slick and his finger echoing against the walls. Your hips buck up into his hand, fists close to tearing holes in your sheets. He laughs at your movements, brow tugged as he watches you come undone.

Finally, his fingertips drag down your face, thumb pausing on your lower lip as you continue to beg for him, drool seeping out of either side of your mouth. His thumb brushes your swollen clit and you whine, clenching your thighs around his forearm to try and slow his motions so you can give your body a break.

“Let go,” his voice is curt, fingers stilling. When your thighs don’t immediately release him, a quirked-laced slap stings the curve of your thigh just below your ass. He’s glaring down at you when you finally manage to open your eyes, glassy orbs trying to take him in.

“P-Please, Katsu-I,” your words are cut by the feel of his palm slapping your thigh in the same spot. Your vision goes white, body arching away from him but knees releasing his elbow nonetheless.

“Did you think I was fuckin’ playin’?” Bakugou curls his finger into you, pulling out slowly so he can collect all of your slick, using it on himself while he yanks you forward by your hair. You squeak, pupils blown as you look him in the eye, the tip of his hardened cock brushing over your enflamed outer folds.

He smirks, tilting his head forward to capture your mouth in his, still playing with your entrance with the head of his dick. You’re unable to focus, all of the stimulus making your nerves stand on end, your mind hazy with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

“C’mon,” he whines sarcastically, imitating you when you’re at your most needy, “make out with me, babygirl, c’mon. Kiss me.”

“Suki, please.” 

He echoes your words back to you, holding you by the jaw with one hand while the other is still in your hair, “Suki please, Katsuki please, Kacchan please,” he laughs, the patronizing tone ringing like a taunt in your ears. “Please what, huh? What do you want, you pathetic little bitch?”

You’re trying desperately to touch him, kiss him, grab at him, whatever you can do. Your body is wanton for him, begging you to become one. You pout, looking up at him with watery eyes, “Please, wanna touch you?”

Bakugou hums as if considering you, eyes wandering all over your face to map out your features so he can remember this expression later. He nips at your lower lip, sucking on the flesh and rolling it between his teeth. You want to jerk your body but you’re afraid if you move too suddenly, he might break skin. 

However, any inhibition you have of sitting still is gone when he rams his cock cervix-deep into you, bottoming out on the first stroke. You cry out, your head pulling away from him just enough for his canine teeth to draw blood.

Your head is rested against the pillow, hands still shaking with the desire to paw at him like an animal. Your eyes water from the pain on instinct alone, but all you can focus on is the rhythm of his hips, the way he snaps up into you like you’re nothing but a little plaything, your body weightless in his grasp. Your lower lip hangs open, his hand in your hair the only thing keeping you upright. You keen, whining into the air loud enough that you’re sure the other side of the city can hear.

“Shit,” Katsuki’s hips stutter as his eyes make contact with the small cut on your mouth leaking blood. He tilts his head, trying to keep his rhythm as he builds the both of you to the crest of a wave. “You’ve got something on your lip.”

Before your tongue can dart out to take care of it, he stops you with a particularly violent thrust. Your eyes roll around in your head and your tongue lolls to the back of your throat as you begin to lose your peripheral vision, the overstimulation sending you closer to the cliff.

“Let me,” he grunts, kissing you square on the lips before dragging his tongue over the small crimson stream on the corner of your mouth. When he grazes the cut itself, it stings and you feel another round of tears settle in your lids. Bakugou kisses the spot where your lip is split, his irises softening when he glances at the cut.

His hips roll slower, as if seeing you injured, even in the slightest, makes him gentle. Bakugou brushes his thumb under your lower lip, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You clench around him, feeling the way his cock spasms as you tighten your walls, a little bit of your combined slick coating your thighs. Your throat bobs as you thrash underneath him, desperate for friction on every part of your body.

“Can you touch me?” Bakugou kisses a line down your jaw, breath heaving over your flushed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He sounds borderline whiney, “Wanna feel your hands on me, c’mon. Touch me.”

Doing as told, your hands are released from the wrinkled sheets, immediately finding his shoulders. You dig your hands into his muscled back, holding onto him so you can jut your hips forward to meet the base of his cock. His name is tumbling out of your lips again, the swell of your injury making your mouth heavier. 

“K-Katsu, I-I’m gonna-ah.” You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, knowing how he loves to brag to his teammates when you leave scratches and half-moon imprints all over his back.

Bakugou trails his hands down your thighs until he’s cupping your ass, yanking you harshly so he can hold you while he mercilessly drives into you. You swear he’s bruising your cervix, eyes crossed and body on hyperdrive as he forces you closer towards the crest of the wave of pleasure you’re both begging to ride. 

You’re squeezing his cock between the walls of your pussy when he feels himself hit the edge, barely able to hold himself off as he grunts out his next words, “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“Suki, please! Please come in me!” You’re scraping your nails down his back to try and keep him attached to you at the waist, your eyes bulging within their sockets. He tilts his head, considering you, “Yeah, what do you want?” 

“Fuck, ‘Su,” you whine at the feel of his bulging cock, ready to spill into you but he’s holding back, “p-please, wan’ you to fill me up with your come, wanna have your baby, Kacchan! C’mon, please, please! Please come in me, come in me now, please...” 

Bakugou curses, unable to contain himself anymore when he hears your sweet tone screaming out for him, begging for a part of him that he only wants to give to you. His cock twitches one last time before he’s filling you up, brushing his thumb over your clit to try and push you into another orgasm as well.

“N-No,” you’re shaking your head, one hand, the left one where your sparkling diamond ring catches the moonlight filtering in through the blinds, touching his wrist gingerly, “I-I’m okay, i-it hurts.”

Immediately he retracts from you, his protective instincts kicking in, “Shit, babe, fuck, I’m sorry.”

You swallow, the bruising cut on your lower lip more obvious now that he’s starting to come out of his haze. His thumb finds your wound, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘Suki, I’m okay,” you swallow the saliva building in your throat, “d-don’t leave me, not yet.”

He keeps his hips snapped into you, plugging you up and making you wince. He has one hand on your face, the other running his fingertips up and down your thigh in a soothing motion. After planting a kiss to your knee, he leans forward to kiss up your sternum to your lips, “Such a good girl, yeah? You did so good.”

“Hmm, thank you,” you manage, tired eyes threatening to close. “Always wanna be good for you.”

“I know.” Bakugou wraps an arm around your waist, “Gonna pull outta you now, alright?”

You brace yourself, but it still burns a little, your overstimulated organs begging for relief. You whine, turning your head so your face is cupped in his hand, eyes hidden behind his knuckles. Bakugou’s mouth is instantly on your face, soothing you as best he can. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and over your nose, hoping he can distract you from the busted lip and stinging between your thighs. The coolness of his matching golden ring on his left hand keeps you awake, keeps you on this plane with him instead of succumbing to sleep.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” his voice is in your ear, nose trailing down the column of your throat before tilting back so he can kiss your earlobe. “So fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Love you, Katsu’.” You lace one of your hands in his hair, the other anchored to his shoulder as you hold him close. His free palm ghosts over your stomach, his thumb brushing just under your navel. He’d never tell you, but it’s almost a ritual for him to touch you there after you’re finished for the night, as if he were willing an heir to his name into your belly.

Bakugou kisses between your brows, a smile on his face, “I love you too, now it’s time for bed.”

--

GAH. IDK WHAT THE HECK THAT WAS. I’M SORRY IF YOU HATED IT. I MIGHT HAVE HATED IT. WE’LL SEE IF I LEAVE IT UP. 

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[its-sheepe]

Bugsnax: The Musical?

Remember that reblog post I made a while back about me trying my hand at lyrics for Bugsnax music? Well I’m finally following through with it. BEHOLD.

Act 1: A Opportunity Is Served!

(Curtains open, Clumby is sitting at a desk, turned to face The Journalist. The Journalist’s back is turned to the audience. Clumby looks annoyed.)

Clumby: Alright. Show me your new story idea, but make it quick. I’m on schedule.

(The Journalist nods and hits a button on a remote. A projector prop turns on while a projection of Lizbertappears. She’s fooling with the camera.)

(During this next scene, Clumby and The Journalist are watching the projection.)

Lizbert: Ah, the camera’s rolling. Ahem. Greetings! I’m Lizbert Megafig, and I’ve discovered something incredible here on the island of Snaktooth! The incredible, edible...

(Trumpet fanfare from nowhere)

Lizbert: Bugsnax!

(Lizbert then sings a cheesy little diddy about Bugsnax, commercial style [A Bugsnax Jingle].)

A Bugsnax Jingle

Sung by: Lizbert

Lyrics:

These tasty lil’ critters

can’t be found in any store.

An island locked delicacy

that leaves you wanting more!

They go by many simple names

And this is what they-

Filbo (spoken): Hey!

(Filbo suddenly appears in front of Lizbert, ruining both her song and camera angle.)

Lizbert: Filbo, I’m recording!

Filbo: Sorry Liz, I just wanted to tell you I finished my hut!

(distant crashing sounds)

Filbo: Nevermind.

(Filbo walks off as Lizbert fixes the camera angle.)

Lizbert: Well anyway, that brings me to the point of this video. I would like to invite you to help document Bugsnax for the public eye! Come to Snaktooth island and help me tell the tale of a lifetime!

(The projection ends as Clumby turns to look at The Journalist disapprovingly. A much slower paced, spirit dropping version of “You’re the Journalist!” begins to play [Awful Journalist].)

Awful Journalist

Sung by: Clumby

(Note: Throughout this entire song, The Journalist keeps trying to speak, but Clumby keeps them from speaking.)

Lyrics (starts after the first 2 bip bop boop parts):

You’re telling me,

you wanna go on an island?

Clumby (spoken): Ha, ridiculous.

I don’t think you see

all your work is just awful.

Clumby (spoken): Hmm, let’s see...

Your Grumpfoot was

nothing than a lost mascot.

So many recalls!

Clumby (spoken): I’m not finished.

The folks of the kid sued,

put GNN into the blues,

because of you!

Clumby (spoken): Back to the topic...

Bugsnax, Bugsnax,

Bugsnax, Bugsnax,

Oh so stupid!

So stupid!

How can you

believe that?!

You’re awful, you’re awful,

you’re awful, you’re awful,

Oh so awful!

How have I,

not fired you

for being awful?

(An uncomfortable silence. After what feels like 10 hours, Clumby speaks up.)

Clumby: If this thing happens to be true though, it would be a tantalizing story for the paper. Might even bring our readers back. Alright. Get out of my office and pack your bags, I’ll arrange a boat for you by tomorrow morning.

(Lights turn off, shining spotlight only on The Journalist. Clumby exits stage left. The Journalist then begins a mini power ballad that sounds like a dramatic cover of “You’re the Journalist!” [I’m the Journalist].)

I’m the Journalist

Sung by: The Journalist

(Note: The Journalist sings the entire song facing away from the audience.)

Lyrics (starts after the first 2 bip bop boop parts):

They may say I’m bad.

They may say that I’m a fool.

But I don’t care!

When you look at me,

tell me what you really see.

A true writer! (put a really weird accent on writer so it sounds like wri-ter)

It gets hard sometimes

when stories become big lies;

It’s not my fault!

But I’ll keep trying.

Improve my skills and hope

that I won’t fail!

Failure, failure, failure, failure,

that’s what they say!

But I say,

I don’t care, what they say!

Improving, improving, improving, improving,

the journalists’ creed

will succeed!

At least, I hope so.

(As the song finishes, The Journalist bows and turns towards the audience. Just as they are going to lift their head and show their face, the spotlight goes out and they exit the stage, allowing for setup of Act 2.)

#bugsnax #clumby clumbernut #lizbert megafig #filbo fiddlepie #the journalist #musical au #sorry if this is kinda hard to understand without the music #im not a public singer #if this does well I’ll continue into act 2 #also if anyone is interested in the full version of A Bugsnax Jingle I will gladly finish it

[libraryofloveletters]

request: the morning after with matt simmons and female reader before you both get called in for a case with prompt 14. could it be fluff

The Morning After 

Matt Simmons x Reader

Warnings: a lil steamy making out

Category: fluff

Word Count: 900

Author’s Note: hope you enjoy babe!

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You and Matt had been dating for a few months. He made you the happiest you’ve been in a while, it was a spur of a moment thing to tell you the truth. You weren't looking or anything new but you had just joined the BAU. The day you met the team, you were instantly drawn to Matt, something about him made you want to stick with him. After months of pestering from Penelope, you finally told Matt that you liked him, he told you that he was actually on his way to tell you the same thing.

The two of you knew that Penelope and Luke had to be the ones behind this, so you guys walked into the bullpen, hand in hand earning you a squeal from Penelope and a wink from Luke.

The two of you went on a date last night. They were showing Jaws at a little drive-in theatre right outside the city. Matt knew it was your favourite movie, so he took you. The two of you had only watched the first 40 minutes before your attention was directed elsewhere. You had seen the movie a million times so you didn't mind.

The two of you shifted to the back seat. You were on top of Matt, straddling him. His shirt was on the floor somewhere with yours. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you further into the kiss. You felt like a teenager again, making out in the back of the car, hiding from your parents. You pulled away from the kiss, giggling.

He smiled at you “What is it?”

You shook your head. “Let’s go home”

Pulling on his sweater, you made your way back to the front seat. He hopped into the front, driving the two of you home to finish what you started.

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The sun was peeking through the curtains, you rolled into Matt’s side. The two of you were a tangle of limbs and sheets right now. His arms wrapped around you and your leg over him. Your head was under his chin, your face in his chest.  He kissed your forehead sweetly

“Good morning angel”

“mhm morning”

You weren’t really a morning person but you could at least try for him. It was only 8:15 and the two of you were laying in bed, cuddling. The time seemed to be moving a lot slower. You loved Matt, you loved spending time with him, you loved how he cared about you, how he always made sure you were okay. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

Your phones both buzzed at the same time. You turned to each other and groaned. The two of you knew you had a case but none of you wanted to move.  Matt sat up first, he knew if he started pushing you now, you’d be up with enough time to get ready. His back was to you, he didn't realize you had walked into the bathroom until the door shut. He smiled laying back in bed until you finished showering.

15 minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom with a towel around you. “The bathroom is all yours Simmons” It was a habit calling him by his last name, you couldn’t exactly call him baby in the field. Emily wouldn’t have minded but the officers might take it as unprofessional.

You walked over to the closet looking for something to wear when you felt Matt’s lips on your neck. “hey, uh no. If we’re late again, Emily is gonna be pissed” you pulled away from him. His arms found themselves to your waist “five minutes princess, I’ll be fast” you laughed, knowing what he was implying

“Matthew..” he knew you were serious now, he let go of you and headed towards the bathroom. “You own me when we get back” he pouted from the doorway,  you waved your hand at him and he shut the door.

You settled on a pair of black jeans and Matt’s olive green button up. He always looked good in this particular shirt but you thought you looked better. Shimming into your jeans and a white tank top, you pulled Matt’s shirt on. You went about fixing your hair when Matt walked in. He didn't pay much attention until he turned around.

“Hey babe, have you seen-” he stopped in the middle of his sentence

You turned around and looked at him “Have I seen what?” your hands on your hips.

“My green shirt, have you seen it?” he looked you up and down.

“Is there something wrong with my outfit Matthew ?”

He shook his head “I can’t believe... you’re actually wearing my clothes”

You laughed “well best believe it darling.” you walked over to him, wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands finding their rightful place on your hips “Now as much as I love seeing you naked, you have to get dressed for work” You kissed him. He didn't want to let you go but you managed to pry yourself off of him. He pushed you down on the bed, getting on top of you.

“You’re not going anywhere just yet” he kissed down your neck,

“I’m blaming you if we’re late again”

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