#I feel like my brain decided to think ab this over my car but I feel worse regardless

[pathologictwo]

my brain is incapable of not obsessing over things that happened a long time ago. i lost both of my days off to just ruminating on it over and over and it’s probably not even a big deal outside of my own head. maybe i should be medicated again idk

[technicallyimportantsweets]

Horny Yuna

A/N: Just some random thought that was floating around my brain. Btw this is set when boys like you was made.

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Mommy Kink, abs riding, a teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism

Yuna’s POV:

It was another day of filming. So tiring. Promotions, dance practise, recording, photoshoot. All to make our boys like you song inspired by Taylor Swift. (Imagine seeing her in person it would be such a dream) Sometimes it’s so overwhelming being an idol, yes I do really love my job making midzy’s so happy but our work hours are hectic and unpredictable. We could be scheduled from 8 am all the way to 10pm and other days we have nothing on. Today we were lucky as all we had were some vocal recordings to do in the morning and dance practise for an hour as the dance isn’t to hard we just had to be synchronised.

“Yuna come on our driver is here.” Lia called.

“Yup I’ll be there soon.” In my usual excited tone. I finished the last touches of my makeup and left the dorm to join the others outside.

Our manager sat in the front seat chaeryeong and Yeji in the next two seats near the windows. And then me, Ryujin and Lia squished in the backseats.

We arrived at the studio in no time. The car ride totally wasn’t chaotic Yeji, lia and I were totally not belting our hearts out doing karaoke. Chaeryeong decided to scroll through social media and Ryujin took a nap which is impressive through all the noise.

( I don’t think people want more story bits so imma just cut to the smut )

It was Ryujin’s turn and boy I never thought I could get so turned on from those lyrics, it made me fantasise so many things while i waited for her to finish.

Well, you must be goin' crazy Thinkin' I'll be back, I'm sorry 'Cause you're cryin' like a baby But do I look like your mommy?

Yea you do look like my mommy and I am would be your best baby. I really want her long fingers plunging into my cunt that is dripping with need. Not sure if the lyrics are true but if you don’t like boys Ryujin I’m always here to be yours and only yours. I grinded slightly on the corner of the red couch I was sitting on hoping it would elevate the heat I was feeling but it only intensified.

Sigh what am I thinking i excused myself to the bathroom splashing water on my face. I really don’t want to mess up our friendship we even have so many years on our contract so if things ended awkwardly I would still have to see her everyday. God damn Yuna she thinks of you as a sister you even have the same last name for heavens sake.

( time skip )

After practising the dance I made the fatal mistake of looking towards Ryujin’s direction. Her abs glistened with a sheen layer of sweat her slightly below shoulder length messy hair. Oh how i would give anything to ride those abs. Ahhh why am i suddenly thinking so many dirty thoughts about my member.

“Unnie can we go home now?” I whined to Yeji the ache in my core being insufferable.

“Sure, but are you feeling ok? Your face is a bit red and your squirming a lot.”

“Yea I’m good just a bit under the weather.”

“If you say so.”

( At the dorms )

I bolted inside my room locking it as fast as possible throwing my outfit and under garments somewhere. Taking my fingers and plunging them immediately into my pussy dripping with arousal.

I turned on some fan cams of Ryujin and got to work.

Others POV:

“Do you think Yuna is ok? She has been acting odd all day and she ran straight into her room.” Chaeryeong commented.

“ I’m not sure but should someone check in on her?” Lia asked

“Ryujin”

They heard Ryujin’s name being called from Yuna’s room. Perhaps she needs medication or water.

Ryujin cautiously made her way over to Yuna’s room seeing what she wanted.

Ryujin POV:

Did I just hear Yuna groan? Is she ok? Is she that sick? I rushed to her door only to find it was locked.

She really sounded sick so I took my lock picking set out to pick her lock. What if she had fainted in there and hit her head? I had to at least make sure she was doing alright.

I was in the middle of picking her lock when I heard her moan Ryujinnie Mommy please… F-Faster. I definitely now had an idea what had occupied her mind all day. I was very flattered that, that someone was me. I now was really turned on and Yuna needed to fix the problem she started plus she sounded like she was having a little difficulty pleasuring herself so why don’t I just go in there and help her a bit.

“Oh you wanted me to go faster huh? What was that you were calling me, mommy?”

3rd person POV:

Yuna was shocked trying to pull a blanket over her as quick as possible hiding in embarrassment. Ryujin had seen it coming and immediately pulled the blanket off her. Revealing Yuna’s puffy flaps coated in a thick layer of cum and arousal.

“It’s not w-what it looks like unnie.”

“Are you sure because I came in here to help my baby and for her to get her mommy to a climax as well.”

Yuna was at a loss of words

“How does that sound” Ryujin said with a smirk

Yuna was still shocked and could only nod her head quickly in agreement. She never thought she would get another chance to indulge in her fantasies. She pulled down Ryujin’s clothes so fast it could beat an Olympian. Throwing Ryujin’s clothes somewhere she got to work on Ryujin’s pussy giving it a few kitten like licks. Then plunging her tongue in to the older girl. Ryujin produced some very unholy sounds that were music to Yuna’s ear. Determined to hear that sound from her unnie again she plunged her fingers in and sucked on her bud creating double stimulation.

“Yunahh— you ahh better not— stop mmmh.”

Ryujin’s sentences were barely coherent but they got the message along to Yuna. She picked up her speed and eventually was rewarded with a sweet sticky substance that she tried to take as much of it in her mouth but ultimately failing with some dribbling down the sides of her face.

“Unnie you good?”

Ryujin just laid there thoroughly fucked her eyes screwed shut panting not moving an inch.

“Sorry for being a bit greedy but woah Yuna mmmm you make me feel soooooo good”

“I didn’t  even know getting eaten out could feel like that” Ryujin slurred almost as if she was drunk

“Sorry to assume but you haven’t had sex yet im your first?!?”

“Uhm… no?” Ryujin’s voice came out quietly embarrassed that she had blurted out her secret that she was planning on taking to her grave.

“You give off such a girl crush vibe I just kinda assumed you’ve done it before if it makes you feel any better you’re my first as well.” ‘But definitely not my first sexual encounter I’ve been preparing for this day for ages’ Yuna added in her head.

“Being an idol has kept me pretty busy”

“Anyways my darling what is your first fantasy that you would like to fufill” Ryujin grabbed a magic wand like thing from a box nearby and waved it around in the air as if she was casting a spell

‘Fuck why the hell did ryujin pick up that and why does she look so innocent does she know that she’s holding a dildo?’ 

‘I wonder what this button does? And why does Yuna look redder than a tomato is that even possible?’ Ryujin thought 

‘I mean it’s probably just some lights right?’

Yuna quickly took the wand from Ryujin’s hand while she was inspecting the button and shoved it under pillow and switched positions with ryujin. Thump! Ryujin landed harshly onto the bed she didn’t even have the time to realize before she found a Shin Yuna grinding her pussy down onto her flat stomach.

( Authors note: idk how you guys do it with those fancy software thingos to do the text stuff but imma just be creative bare with me 😭)

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓🌷 = Lia

🌿🍵 Sleepy Matcha Lover 🍵🌿 = Ryujin

✨👑 Baby Princess 👑✨= Yuna

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛ = Chaeryeong 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭 = Yeji ( sorry guys ik the username sucks )

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Does anyone else think ryujin has been in Yuna’s room for an abnormally long time?

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Maybe they’re fucking

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓🌷: Maybe you just have a really dirty mind and ur just upset cause u haven’t been fucked in a long time 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭:  Nuh uh

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛:  Guys I’m sure they are responsible enough to not be doing that

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry : But what else could they be doing tho? 🤭

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭:  Says the one who bought a face roller in the shape of a dick 

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Yea but I was responsible with it wasn’t I?

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Sure sure if being responsible means sticking it up your pussy to see if it would fit 

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Nuh uh I never did that 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: ��

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓: Enough of this shenanigans even though I was a part of it we should probably go check in on them. 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: You sure about that? I can hear Yuna’s moans bouncing off the walls and they sound borderline pornographic and I don’t want to walk in on that.

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Unnie 🤣 I see you sitting by their door literally getting off from hearing their moans 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Meanie 🖕why did you rat me out 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Well since Chaeryeong ratted me out I’m bringing her down with me did you know she keeps a journal of at times in mv’s and videos we look the most sexy/ fuckable?

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Unnie you meanie I’m not ur fan anymore hmph.

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Noooo cherrryyyy 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭 deleted a message

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: fine ur forgiven 

🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓: We going in or no?

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

That picture of Jeremy Allen White in that slutty crop top is giving me STRONG mechanic vibes. As in boyfriend changing your tires, as in hard working and manual vibes, as in dirty nasty wet sex because seeing him all dirty gets you GOING 😇

oh my GOD i'm going FERAL. based on this picture here.

smut warning !! word count on this is 1k.

masterlist. inbox.

- You dread the days that Carmy decides he's going to work on his car or his bike from home. Not because you don't like having him around, no. The opposite. You like it a little too much.

- He's on your driveway, sun beating down on his tanned skin. Hair in his eyes, sweat dripping down his back, abs on show. He's got a thing for crop tops, these days. It started off as a joke, slightly, but now... now he's realised how much he likes them. They keep his back cool when he's working, give him free movement. And he likes the way you stare.

- You're fucking him with your eyes from the moment he steps outside. He can feel it, your gaze on him wherever he goes. He loves it.

- He's replaced one of your tires and changed your oil while you've been watching him like a hawk. He can practically hear your brain whirring. He might as well be able to read your mind.

- "Hi, pretty," he's smiling as he makes his way into the garage, where you've been sat on a camp chair 'reading'. It's shady in there, and you get a perfect view. Win win.

"Hi, baby."

Fuck, your voice is hoarse. You've laid all your cards out on the table accidentally.

"You good?"

"Yeah, Carm. Fine."

"Really? 'Cause you look a little flustered. Whatcha thinkin' about?"

He leans down to press his lips to yours gently, sweet as anything. As he does it, you slip your tongue into his mouth, telling him exactly what you want.

He moans and pulls away, dropping to his knees in front of you so your eyes are level.

"Oh, honey. What is it that does it for you, huh? The sweat? The grease? Watching me work with my hands?"

You chase his lips again but he stops you with a hand around the base of your throat, firm and solid.

"Answer me and I'll give you what you want."

"The shirt," you croak out. "The crop top. I get wet just looking at it in the goddamn closet."

He smirks, lazy and saccharine, eyes raking up and down your body where you sit.

"I know."

Your eyebrows shoot up.

"What?"

"That's exactly why I wear them, sweetheart. You think I don't see the way you look at me? The way your eyes are glued to my abs? How you rub your thighs together everytime I reach up or lean down? I see it, baby. Clear as day."

Turns out you weren't as subtle as you thought. Oh well. You find your confidence again, not allowing him the upper hand.

"What? Can't I look at my hot ass boyfriend? Is that a crime? You better arrest me then, Officer Berzatto. I'm guilty."

Carmy wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you off the chair in one fell swoop, laying you on the concrete floor of the garage.

"Fuck, it's cold down here."

"Stop complaining before I put that mouth to better use."

You decide it's probably best to keep your comments to yourself for a while.

Carmy presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales, deep and dirty. It's animalistic, the way he devours you in bed. Like a predator eating it's prey, over and over again.

"Fuck, you smell good. I wanna swallow you whole."

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, so his hips bump yours. Both moaning at the friction, he pulls your shirt off, attaching his mouth to any skin he can find. He's biting, sucking, nipping as he goes, marking you up real nice. You love it.

"Carm, please. Just fuck me. Been waiting for it all morning."

He cocks his head to the side, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. Do you know how nasty you are, beggin' to be fucked on the floor of the garage? You been thinkin' about this, hmm?"

When you don't answer, he slaps your cheek, grabbing your chin with a firm grip.

"Yes, yes. Wanted you since the moment I saw you outside."

"Whore," he says affectionately, leaning down to kiss you gently.

He's ripping your pants and underwear down your legs before you can reply, throwing his own onto the pile too. He hikes one of your legs up onto his hip as he slides into you, both of you groaning.

"Fuck. You love it like this, don't you? My baby just wants my cock, doesn't matter where."

He knows exactly what he's doing, talking to you like this. You'd made the mistake of telling him once how much you loved how filthily he spoke to you in bed. From that moment on, he was a menace.

The concrete is cold and hard under your back, the movement of Carmy's hips causing you to slide. He anchors you down with a hand on your throat, the other digging into the flesh of your hip. He's not letting you go anywhere.

He leans down, whispering for you to open your mouth for him. When you do, he spits into it slowly, grinning at you when you swallow.

"Good fuckin' girl," he murmurs, biting at your lips.

You lean up and lick the sweat off his neck, nipping at his jaw as you go. Pressing your nose into his throat, you inhale, revelling in the way he smells like salt and gasoline and Carmy.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty baby. Show me what you do when I'm at work and you're thinking of me in those crop tops."

You whine in protest but do what he says anyway, throwing your head back in bliss.

"Close, Carm," you manage to choke out.

He tightens his fingers around your throat as he leans down to kiss you on the forehead, and it's your undoing. You find your release, stars blurring your vision as you tighten around him. Carmy groans, deep and drawn out, before he spills inside of you, hips slowing carefully.

"Fuck, I love you," he laughs, collapsing on top of you.

"Love you too," you chuckle, trying to take a breath despite the weight crushing your body. "Especially in that fucking shirt."

"I know," he smirks, laughing when you smack his bicep. "Crop tops. Who knew?"

You shut him up with a kiss. And then another. And then another.

[morgana-larkin]

Mwahahaha hi I’m back to test your limits. I LOVED Want You Back sooo much. Can I request an alternate ending tho?? Where Mel apologizes and we’re like “oh cool thank u but I can’t believe u were willing to throw away a long term relationship without even talking ab it or letting me explain idk if I can trust u again what if something else triggers u and u just run away without making room for a conversation” and she’s like o shit ur right idk I promise never to do it again and we’re like idk bro u kinda broke my trust. And then BOOM. Sad ending. Maybe we fuck first and then decide in the end that we don’t wanna get back together w her. MWAHAHAHA

🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️. So I’ll be honest, I started writing this thinking there’ll be a whole lot of angst, turns out it only starts with angst then just becomes sad. I don’t know where it came from but apparently my brain deemed heartbreak, so I was like “ok brain” and just went with it. It starts off a bit before the smut part in the original. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I got more prompts I’m getting through, you can keep sending them and I’m adding Marilyn Thornhill to the list of characters I write for.

Ti amo - I love you

Want You Back - Alternate Ending

Warnings: Alright where to start *checks notes*… angst and no comfort, no fluff, sad Mel, brief car accident mention, just angst and fluff, no happy ending, smut, good luck

Words: 4.1k

“Then what are you apologising for?”

“For 6 years ago, making a big mistake.”

“Wha-”

“I read your note.” She says, cutting you off. “I should have listened to you but I was just so angry that I couldn’t think.” She tells you and looks at you with guilt. “The real reason I said no to Gary is because I didn’t want to be with him because I still have feelings for you. And I felt so guilty about how I reacted and I unblocked your number when I got home after reading your note and read all the texts and I wanted to find you or contact you but I had no way of doing that.” And a few tears slip down her cheeks.

“I haven’t moved on, you know. I’ve forgiven you for that night but I haven’t gotten over you.” You say and Melissa is looking at you with wide puffy eyes. “I tried, I ended up living with a girlfriend for a year. But then she broke up with me when she wanted more and I didn’t. Said I was emotionally unavailable. Which I guess is true, you can’t develop big feelings for someone if your heart belongs to someone else.” You said and the look on Melissa’s face said it all.

“Who does your heart belong too?”

“You.” Melissa sucked in a breath. “When I saw you standing there in the break room after 6 years, I couldn’t believe it, and you still look beautiful and stunning.” She let out an airy laugh.

“You as well, you still look so damn beautiful. My heart belongs to you too.” Melissa then gets up and walks over to you and crouches next to you and holds your hand and you look down at her. “I want to be with you again, if you’ll have me.” She asks and you look at her.

A few tears slip down your face and you look away. “I do want to be with you again Mel but I can’t.” You tell her and she looks at you with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” She asks, still full of hope that you’ll take her back.

“I mean I can’t.” You tell her and look at her. “You sacrificed a happy relationship and didn’t even think about anything or let me explain. You read my note and that’s when you finally knew you fucked up. If you let me explain that night then we might still be happily together now.” You tell her and she looks down at the floor with guilt. The hope she had fading away the more you talk. She brings your hand to her mouth and kisses it. She puts her other hand on yours and has yours in between both of hers.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything.” She says with tears running down her face and choking on her words.

“I really want to Mel, truly. But could you promise me that what happened won’t happen again? Can you promise that you won’t ever blow up at me and break up with me without letting me explain. I do love how passionate you are and how jealous you can be. It’s very sexy.” You tell her and you put your other hand on her cheek and wipe away her tears, she leans into your touch. “But you chose to let your jealousy take over instead of your love for me that night.” You tell her and she nods with a bunch of tears on her face.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” She tells you and she’s full on crying now. You get up and lean down to hug her. She grips onto you and puts her head on your shoulder and continues crying on you.

“I know Mel, I know.” You tell her and you rub her back soothingly. After a few minutes she calms down and leans her head on your chest near your heart.

“I really fucked up. If I were you, I wouldn’t forgive me either.” She tells you.

“I told you I forgive you Mel, but I didn’t forget. I need to protect my heart.” You tell her and she nods. Then an idea pops into your head. “When we get out of here, maybe we both need closure.” You tell her and she blinks a few times before she understands what you mean and lifts her head up.

“Are you saying we should have sex one last time?” She asks and you nod.

“It’s ok if you say no, it’s just a thought.” You tell her and she wipes away her tears.

“I like that idea.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok, your place after school or mine?” You ask.

“Mine.” She tells you and you nod. Melissa moves to lean against a wall, legs up and arms around them, hugging herself. You on the other hand went to lean against the door. Legs up but head back on the door. “You shouldn’t have your weight on it in 2 hours or you’ll fall when they open it.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I know.” You tell her. “I’ll move before they do.” You say, except you fall asleep and you do indeed fall back when they open it. Fall back with a “ah.” Splayed on the floor with everyone looking at you. Melissa slowly moves her head to look at you.

“I told you not to lean all your weight on it.” She tells you.

“Ya ya.” You tell her and you get up and then tell them all a good night and walk to your car.

Barb looks to you leaving then to Melissa who’s still curled up on the floor. She walks over to her and bends down, Melissa shakes her head, fresh tears coming down her face. Barb wraps an arm around her shoulders and rubs the shoulder furthest from her. “She said she forgave me for that night but said she can’t get back together with me. She said she has to protect her heart.” She says through sobs.

“I’m so sorry Melissa.” Barb says and everyone looks at her with sorry expressions.

“I understand, I made a huge mistake that night that I shouldn’t have. I mean I should have let her explain why that guy was kissing her but I didn’t. I mean he forced it on her and she was trapped and what did I do? I didn’t protect her, instead I yelled at her and broke up with her.” Melissa says, so much guilt that she carries.

“Melissa, you had no idea it was forced on her.” Barb says. “I mean you were at the table when she went to get the drinks. You didn’t see anything except the kiss.”

“I know but I loved her, I still do. I should have let her explain. I mean she tried but I kept pushing her off, I’m such an idiot.” She says and cries again, this time on Barb. The others decide to leave to let them have privacy. And honestly they’re shocked, they were hoping Melissa would have a happy ending and they’ve never seen her cry before.

After a few minutes Melissa calms down then gets off Barb and wipes her cheeks to get the tear stains off. Barb lets her go and they both get up, Melissa wipes her pants to get the dust off and sniffles a bit.

“Do you want me to come over tonight? Keep you company.” Barb offers but Melissa immediately declines.

“No, I just want to be alone tonight.” She ain’t gonna tell Barb the real reason she’s declining, she might not understand it.

“Ok, but call or text me if you need anything, ok?” Barb says and Melissa nods her head. Barb helps guide Melissa to her car and watches as she drives out of the parking lot before she gets in her car to go home.

Once Melissa gets to her place, she sees your car in her driveway and you still in your car. She pulls up next to you and you see her. You both get out and you walk inside to the house. You look around while Melissa gets wine. She comes out with your favourite red wine and 2 glasses while you’re still looking around. After all, you did live here when you were together, and it changed a lot. First of all there was plastic on the couch again and you roll your eyes at that. There was more family pictures up, she must have done it when you took your pictures off the wall. And there was more on the table, behind the couch, you walk over and pick up one and look at it.

“You kept it.” You told her and she walks up and sees the one you meant, even though she already knew. It was you and her on your first anniversary, you took her to a Philly game and she asked you to move in and it happened on the same day. You were dressed up in your Philly gear and you were hugging her with a bunch of boxes behind you. You both had huge smiles on your faces. You looked at it and remembered the day, like it was yesterday, and a tear slips down your face. You put it down and you turn to her. You see her with the 2 glasses and your favourite wine, you can’t believe she remembers.

“Of course I kept it. It was one of the happiest days of my life.” She says and walks to sit on the couch.

“I see you also put the plastic back on the couch.” You tell her with an eye roll.

“Obviously, you’re the reason I took it off. So since you weren’t here to complain, I put it back on.” She says and you smile and walk over to sit down beside her.

“Are you sure you want this Mel?” You ask her and she does a big breath in and out.

“Ya, I think we both need this.” She tells you and you nod and you take the offered glass of wine. You think that maybe you’ll be able to trust her again and might get back together but for now, you both need closure.

You both down the drinks quickly and then you stop. You don’t want to be tipsy or drunk so you’d remember this. Melissa then gets up and holds her hands out for you to take with a soft smile. You take her hands and she pulls you up. She then guides you to her bedroom and closes the door behind you. She brings you to the bed and pushes you on it then crawls on top of you, knowing you like the view. She then leans down and kisses you and you grab her head to push her down more to kiss her harder.

You run your fingers through her beautiful locks of orange hair, admiring how it feels as you kiss her. You then gently start scratching and rubbing her scalp and she begins moaning. You smirk, remembering what drives her to make the noises you love to hear. Melissa feels the smirk and pulls back to look at you. “Being cheeky are we?” She asks and you nod proudly. Melissa smiles at you then goes down to kiss your neck. She really wants to suck and do small bites on your neck but she doesn’t know how you’d feel about it and you’re not hers anymore.

“You can leave 2 hickeys.” You tell her, somehow knowing exactly what she was thinking. “As long as they’re on the side enough for my hair to cover them.” You tell her and she moves your hair out of the way and goes to your neck and starts sucking. You gasp and buck your hips under her and Melissa smiles as she keeps sucking, wanting to make sure they stay there for at least 3-4 days.

You take her shirt off and you stare at her chest and stomach. You then feel her all over with your hands, on her chest, on her stomach, all over her back. When trying to feel her back, the bra gets in the way and you unclip it quickly. You take her bra off and push her back as she was kissing your neck. You look at her breasts again and you always remembered how amazingly full they are. You put your hands on them and squeeze them, you run your hands all over them and then you look at her. Melissa can tell what you want and she scoots up a bit then leans down so you can put her nipple in your mouth.

You’re still able to have a hand on her boob while your mouth is on the nipple and you’re loving it. After having a few one night stands and a couple relationships, all with smaller breasts, you love having a big chest to touch and look at. Melissa knows how much you loved her breasts when you were together, she let you have however long you wanted with her chest when you were together and she’s going to do that again right now. “Take your time and touch them all you want baby, I don’t mind.” She tells you and you hum and nod. You take your time swirling your tongue around the nipples and sucking on the skin, leaving hickeys on her boobs.

She then pulls you shirt off when you pull back and she runs her hands all over you. She unclips your bra and takes it off and runs her hands all over your chest and cups your boobs. She always loved your smaller chest, she’s able to fit the whole boob in her hand, a perfect handful. She then leans down and sucks and licks the nipple, knowing it gets you very wet. Your neck and your breasts she knows are the most sensitive on you and it gets you wet very quickly.

She then trails down your stomach with kisses and stops where the top of your skirt is. She always loved when you wore skirts, easy and quick access, especially since you loved flowy skirts instead of skin tight pencil skirts. She looks at you and you nod, then she pulls your underwear down and off of you. She takes a look at you in nothing but a skirt on, a cute skirt as well.

She then spreads your legs and sticks her head under your skirt. She places kisses on your thighs, trailing up and down until you're whining and begging. Then she places a kiss on your clit and licks a strip up your entrance. You moan as you feel her hot tongue on your entrance and going up to lick your entire pussy. She licks your pussy a few times before she goes to your entrance and sticks her tongue in. You gasp and moan as she does that, remembering how good it always felt when she did. Melissa knew your body very well when you were together, she always pays attention to what you like and don’t like. Right now she’s doing everything you like and taking her time, wanting to draw this out as much as possible.

While she’s sliding her tongue in and out of your entrance, she slides her hands up your body and land on your breasts and she cups them. You begin bucking your hips and she uses her elbows to pin you down. “Oohh Melissa, that feels so good. Oh you’ve always known how to pleasure a woman with just your tongue.” You tell her and she smiles. She then travels her tongue up to your clit and she sucks and licks it. You keep trying to buck your hips to get more pleasure but she has you pinned down and she doesn’t plan on telling you to stop moving, just wants you to enjoy tonight. Before you come however, a minute later, she pulls back and you let out a frustrated groan at her.

“What do you want me to do to you baby? How would you like me to fuck you?” She asks and you think.

“Can you lick my clip and finger me until I come then fuck me with a strap?” You ask her and she smiles warmly at her.

“Of course.” She tells you then goes to get the strap and comes back. She goes to take off her pants but you stop her.

“Wait, I want to undress you.” You tell her and she stops immediately and stands there beside the bed where you are and you get off the bed then kneel down on your knees in front of her. You undo her pants then pull the zipper down. You then slowly slide her jeans down, over her amazing hips and then down her legs, then she lifts one foot off the floor at a time to take them off. You then grip the top of her underwear and slowly pull them down off her pussy. You noticed a wet spot on her underwear and you smile when you see she’s practically dripping. You can’t resist lifting up a bit and licking her pussy.

She starts bucking her hips while you lick her and then start sucking on her clit. Her legs get shaky and she puts her hands in your hair to keep you where you are. Without pulling away from her, you gently push her and she falls on the bed in a seated position and she spreads her legs to give you more room. She still has her hands in your hair and she’s rubbing your scalp while murmuring praises to you and moaning. “Oh that feels so good baby. Oh keep going. That’s my good girl. Your tongue feels so fucking good on my pussy baby. You move your tongue so it’s now sliding in and out of her entrance and you put a finger on her clit and start rubbing circles on it. She moans and gasps and starts bucking her hips and you’re able to pin her down enough to keep going. She has one hand on the bed to keep her up and she has one on your head, buried in your hair, and keeping you exactly where you are on her pussy. “Oh baby, is this turning you on?” She asks and you nod. “Why don’t you touch yourself baby? Pleasure yourself while you pleasure me, but don’t let yourself cum.” She instructs you and you move your hand in between your legs and you start rubbing your clit and you moan. And since your mouth is wrapped around her pussy, your moan vibrates on her and sends a shot of pleasure right through her and she gasps. “Oh baby, I’m so close, make me cum my good girl.” She says and you rub her clit faster and move your tongue in and out of her faster as well. She jerks her hips and her legs are shaking, then she cums with a high pitch gasp.

You then pull your tongue out of her once you lick up all her cum then you stand up. You let her calm down as she’s breathing fast and then she hugs your waist and lays her head on your stomach. You know physical touch helps her calm down so you massage her scalp and then her breathing slows down. She then pulls you on the bed, on top of her and you fall on her. You think this might have been her plan as your pussy is right near her mouth and she aligns it with her tongue and then dives in. You lift yourself up just as she licks your entrance and you almost fall down due to the surprise and pleasure. You position yourself so that you’re leaning back a bit to cup her boobs and enjoy her tongue on your clit. “Lean forward and go on your hands baby.” She tells you and you obey right away. “My good girl.” She says and some more wetness goes right to your core, as if you weren’t already dripping.

She then is able to now slip a finger inside of your entrance like you wanted and you gasp, she feels how wet you are and slips another finger in, and then a third. You moan as she slams her fingers in and out of you and curls them to touch your special spot. You don’t last much longer and you cum with a moan. She then pulls out of you and while still licking you, she pulls the strap on while you come down from your high. She knows your favourite position with the strap is doggy style and then move to both on just your knees with your back pressed against her front. So she slips out from under you then gets on her knees behind you and slides the strap inside. She then starts sliding it in and out of you slowly, wanting to hear all your gasps and moans as much as possible. After about 5 minutes of that, and some begging from you, she pulls you up so that your back is pressed against her boobs as you like to feel them. You move a hand behind you, in her hair and she cups your boobs and thrusts faster in and out of you.

She then moves your hair away from your neck and she sucks and kisses your neck. While still having one hand cupping your boob, she moves her other one to circle your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming and you would have fallen forward if she wasn’t holding you up. You end up coming 10 seconds later and Melissa doesn’t stop as she’s close as well.

She starts praising you and calling you sweet nicknames in Italian, thinking you forgot what they meant, which you didn’t. You don’t say anything, you just let her do that, and if you’re being honest, you find it sexy when she speaks Italian.

With the overstimulation and the hot redhead pressing you into her boobs and saying sweet things in Italian to you, you end up cumming 2 more times before she cums. She slows down in you before pulling out, and even when she’s coming down from her high, she knows not to let you go so you don’t fall forward. She ends up wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder.

After you both calm down enough, she lets you go and takes the strap off before running into the bathroom. She comes out with a cloth and cleans you both before throwing it on the floor with the strap, then climbs into bed next to you and you end up cuddling on her. You put your head on her boob and wrap an arm around her stomach, and a leg to rest along her waist.

Melissa has an arm wrapped around your back and pulls you closer to her, she then kisses your forehead and whispers “ti amo” when she thinks you’re asleep, you weren’t and heard her perfectly.

You both end up falling asleep.

Melissa awakes about 3 hours later to an empty bed. You ended up waking up before her and slipped out before she woke up.

On Monday, you continue to treat her as you were, as if you never had sex with her and it broke her. She ends up not coming in the rest of the week, Ava mentioning that she didn’t hear from her on Friday, causing Barb to go check on her.

While visiting her house, she gets a call from the hospital, informing her that Melissa was in a car accident and in CCU. She then calls you and the both of you visit her in her hospital room. Barb goes to see if she can get some food for both of you, leaving you alone with an unconscious Melissa. You were holding her hand and at some point she squeezed it, letting you know that she knows you’re there and that she’s ok.

When Melissa wakes up a few days later, Barb tells her that you switched schools and states and might not return to Philly ever again. Barb also let her know that you want to tell her “I’m sorry.”

Taglist: @esposadejoyhuerta

@imaginesmultifandoms

@idonothingalldays-blog

@sexysapphicshopowner

@dvrkhcld

@lilfartbox1

Let me know if you want to be added!

[lillykayewrites]

CHANGE ME CHAPTER ELEVEN:

8:00 am:

Getting up fucking sucked. It actually sucks getting up any and every normal morning... but after the night before...?!

"Just shoot me now..." I mumbled as I turned off my alarm. Sitting up and slumping out of bed, I walked to my closet and grabbed my outfit for the day, which looked similar to what I wore this entire week.

• Pair of Blue Jeans

• Navy blue Sweater

• Mary Janes

Simple...yet it had a warm and unique feel to it. That was my style...and I loved it.

I put on some mascara and blush to give my face some life before heading to the kitchen and grabbing myself some breakfast. Well, at least a protein bar, before heading out to my weekend duties...

8:00 am:

My body ached.

How was this possible?! How did this happen? How am I not rotten....?!....a corpse...?!

I don't think I will ever quite understand...but, it did happen...

The sun had been up and above the horizon for some time now. It was my first sunrise in thirty six years... I never thought something as little as the sun rising would be one of the most beautiful things I would see in such a long time....

8:30-10:00 am:

The gym wasn't busy. The only people that were there were a middle aged woman on the treadmill, that looked like she had been on it for hours, a couple guys that were at the bench press and some pervy guy stretching in the corner.

'All right... not going over there' I thought to myself, as me and the guy stretching in the corner made direct eye contact.

Deciding to do legs and abs, I began my extensive workout, whilst trying to avoid eye contact with pervy, even though his eyes were already on me.

  Towards the end of my workout, Mr. Stretchy who had been "stretching" for a total of forty minutes came over to me.

Not saying a word, he handed me a sweaty piece of paper, with a phone number written on it....obviously, it being his phone number.

"Oh no thanks." I said with a kind smile, trying to hold my disgust of how wet the paper between my fingers was.

Looking at me, still silent began to walked backwards, away from me, staring me down in the upmost uncomfortable manner.

I was beginning to say something until pervy ran into the bench press with the two other men on it. Seeing the sudden commotion, I took my opportunity and left, but not without throwing away the sweaty number given to me.

"God, I really need to wash my hands...."

10:10 am:

I emerged from the woods. I knew where she lived. This morning I had followed her home from the hospital. I saw her arrive back to the apartments I now stood. Her tear-stained face and her exhausted stance, still fresh in my brain, I saw the apartment she entered as well and I committed it to memory....

   I put my hands to my scarred face, trying to massage out a clear idea of what to do. Sighing in frustration, I looked to my side, at the crumpled, rotten animal suit.

"Ah, now that is ingenious William."

10:20-11:00 am

I quickly brushed out my hair, put on deodorant, and my makeup in the car.

I was about to apply for a new job a the most promising place in my area for the time being....

A 7/11 gas station.

"Okay... all I need to do is make a good impression!...and then hope that is all I need," I told myself before getting out of the car.

Opening the door to the convenient store, I was met with a very enthusiastic greeting,

"Ah hello! Welcome to 7/11!"

"Hi, excuse me, I was wondering if I could talk to someone about applying for a job here?"

"Oh! Of course! You can talk to me, ah yes follow me," The man that greeted me behind the counter said.

Exiting from behind the counter, he shook my hand vigorously and then led me to what seemed to be his office.

"Hello my name is Aarush and I'm the manager. What is your name?"

"My name is Y/N L/N, it's lovely to meet you Aarush." I spoke with utmost confidence.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Y/N. Now let me ask you..."

Aarush sat down heavily in a slightly-beaten up rolly chair. Taking a seat myself in a chair opposite of him, I let my nervous silver eyes flick to his dark and kind looking ones.

"Why do want to apply?" Aarush asked, his elbows supporting his as leaned into his hand which was positioned against his face.

"Well, truthfully...the place I originally worked burned down this morning. I worked at the Fazbear's Fright about five minutes from here. So, I am pretty frantic to find a job because my rent is due at the end of the month, and if I can't pay it, I get kicked out of my apartment."

"Ah, I fully understand...from what I see Ms. L/N, you're an honest woman... and I also understand you need this job... so, how does Monday sound?" Aarush smiled at me brightly.

"Oh... oh my gosh, that sounds amazing! I- thank you so much Mr. Aarush! Thank you!" With utter excitement, I reached across Aarush's desk and shook his hand as enthusiastically as he did mine when I entered the store.

Returning the enthusiasm, he shook my hand and led me out of his office and back into the rest of the store.

As we walked he told me my hours I would be working which was incredibly lenient.

"I am looking forward to seeing you Monday Ms. Y/N! Have a wonderful day!"

"Thank you again! I am looking forward to it Mr. Aarush! Have a great weekend!"

Exiting the 7/11, my face dropped from the over excited mannerisms to my natural expression.

"Easy peasy~"

11:00 am:

I shut the door cautiously behind me. I knew she wasn't here, yet it seemed unwise to just slam the door behind me.

Silver and calculated, my eyes flicked around the room before me. It was a good sized apartment. The inside being a lot kinder to the eye than the outside.

Locking the door, I stepped away from the entryway and took in the place. I grazed my large hand over the modern countertop that lined the kitchen area before my attention was taken over to the small wooden table right across from me.

Stacked upon it were newspaper clippings of the "Fazbear's Fright" attraction that had been cut out and the phone number circled in red pen, laid on the table.

"How interesting..." I mumbled with a smirk

Leaving that, I continued my way through the apartment. Walking down the hallway, I now stood in the entrance of her room.

It was incredibly tidy. The bed was made, there was not a single thing out of place. Which matched the entire apartment.

"Ah, she's tidy... a perfectionist..."

Looking around her room, she had an album on her wall that read, "Arctic Monkeys", along with framed pictures of what seemed to be singers of her time and movie posters of the classic horror movies such as 'Halloween' and 'scream'

Looking towards her bed, she had a chocolate brown,  comforter that complemented her orange satin pillowcase and sheets.

Walking over to her nightstand, I examined the items in it...a small ornate jewelry box that held 'various' rings, necklaces, bows and earrings. Next to that, was a photo of two individuals that looked like incredibly young Y/N and the other, a older man, who looked to be her father. Both had broad smiles and shining eyes. I hadn't noticed before, but her eyes were eerily similar to mine.

Sharp.

Knowing.

Silver.

A pale and distinctive color...eyes that could capture you and reel you in, staring deep into your own being. I had always been told mine were unsettling or intimidating, but her's... her's were utterly hypnotic.

Tearing my own silver eyes away from the picture, I noticed the the little bag of cosmetics that she had along with a bottle of perfume.

  Picking it up, I took in a deep whiff, smelling the sweet and smoky scent of the perfume that gave me the the nostalgic feeling of sitting in front of a small campfire letting the sweet smoke entangle in my clothes and senses.

Setting it down, I moved my eyes to a cluster of small, orange bottles that were obviously filled with medication. Picking each of them up and reading the title, I didn't know what any of them were for, but I found it intriguing to see how many of the bottles there were.

"Now, why would you needs those now, Dear?"  I spoke as I traveled my hand across her bed and over to her window. Looking out the window at the bright autumn morning, I noticed a familiar looking car pull into the parking lot. It stopped in the front row, and out stepped Y/N.

"Ah, she's here..."

Her golden blonde hair beamed in the sunlight, her soft and pale complexion glowing from the sun, as she looked towards her apartment.  I hastily stepped away from the window, avoiding detection. Taking a seat on her clean, plush mattress, I let out a sigh,

"This should be fun, yeah?"

11:10 am:

I walked excitedly to my apartment...I got the job! All I had to do now was wait. Plus, taking a day for relaxation would do me well.

  As I unlocked my door, a feeling of unease began to wash over me. A familiar feeling I'd had since my childhood. I used to think it was just paranoia, but when bad things would happen (or were about to happen), I realized my intuition was stronger than I first thought.

With all the events that had taken place, I didn't want to take any chances. I pulled out my pepper spray and opened my door slowly.

Immediately, the feeling in my gut grew.

"There's someone here..." , the voice inside my brain whispered to me.

"You need to leave... go get someone... even if it's nothing...", it badgered again.

I wasn't just going to sneak around when someone could be looking at me any moment. So, I did what you're not supposed to in ANY horror movie....

I called out.

Just a little differently....

"Alright....! I know you're here....! Don't be a bitch come out and get me!", I called out.

Silence...

"I'm completely and definitely defenseless and just a stupid girl in her 20's~ who will be taking a shower later!"

I called out again with sarcasm dripping from my words.

Still not moving from my place by the door, I noticed the door to my bedroom was closed. Eyes opening wide, knowing fully well I didn't close it, my heart began to beat increasingly faster than normal.

Swallowing hard, I called out again, "I swear, if you're being weird on my bed, I'm going to kill you. My sheets are brand new, fucker!" I yelled furiously.

Finally, stepping away from the safety of my only exit, I tiptoed silently to my cabinet, 'where I kept my knives'. Not turning my back on the hall, I crouched down and opened the cabinet door, pulling out one of the steak knives. It glinted in the kitchen light and I let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Getting up, I walked sternly down the hallway.

"Listen up, fucker...you might've broken into my apartment...but, I'm pissed and you are testing the limitations of my medication!"

Testing to see if the door was unlocked, I then swung it open in a fury.

"I will slit your th-"

As the door swung open, hitting the wall. What I was met with was not what I expected.

Sitting poised, was a man in a once purple, torn dress shirt and torn black slacks.

His face was was pale, his features were sharp, in a way, attractive. His hair was an ashy shade of brown that feathered down his neck. He seemed to be in his mid to late thirties. Scars littered his body. However, what caught my attention the most was his pale, cold, silver stare that bore into me.

The man let out a soft chuckle before speaking in a voice I knew all too well...,

"Hello Y/N~"

[sluttywonwoo]

Pls share your filthiest thoughts/fantasies/.... ab each member (or like a few) you have atm cause Im going feral

omggg i love this idea ok here’s some i have currently

somno cw*

seungcheol: being on top of him, but he’s still fucking you because he’s just that strong and it’s like nothing to him

jeonghan: either him teasing you or you teasing him until he drags you to the bathroom and fucks you against the stall door loud enough for other ppl to hear

joshua: ohhhh my god i can’t even decide but i’d really want lazy sex from the side while spooning in bed. joshua just whispering soft praises in your ear as he splits you open on his cock… omg

jun: making him beg to eat you out in a lil maid outfit!! he’s so hard that you can see the outline of his cock through his skirt but he won’t even want to touch himself until he’s made you cum with his tongue at least once.

soonyoung: fucking in the dance studio after practice. he’s got so much adrenaline from rehearsal and he knows how turned on you get when you watch him dance so he pounces on you as soon as the other guys leave and takes you right there on the floor

wonwoo: kinda cliche, but cockwarming him while he ‘ignores’ you. if you try to move he just makes you sit on it for longer until he eventually gives you what you want and edges you until you’re crying

jihoon: spending the morning in bed together… he wakes up hard and wants you to need him just as bad so he wakes you up by softly playing with your clit over your panties until you’re soaking through them and whimpering his name before finally waking up.

seokmin: edging you with his fingers because you got nervous to sit on his face when he asked you to. so he fingers you until you’re about to cum over and over again but doesn’t let you actually finish until you finally agree to sit on his face

mingyu: riding his thigh in the back of some club where no one’s paying attention or cares what’s going on. you still feel so dirty, even though there are much worse things happening in the same room… but the texture of mingyu’s jeans against your clit feels too good to stop. and he’s so hard in his pants and giving you that look— the one where his eyes are half closed and his mouth is hanging open… you’re definitely going to cum on his lap right there in the club… unless he snaps out of it and gets you somewhere private first.

minghao: teasing each other to see who breaks first. whoever is the first to make a sound/moan gets to dom the other for the night and minghao is very competitive 

seungkwan: hard!dom kwannie makes my brain short circuit :’) just thinking about him being bossy and choking you with those pretty hands of his ??? letting him use you like a fuck toy until you’re overstimulated and he’s collapsing on top of you after cumming??

vernon: edging vernon until he’s begging you to let him cum. you promise to let him fuck you if he can hold out, but you secretly want to push him too far until he cums all over himself and gets all noisy and whiny before apologizing profusely and asking to make it up to you (you of course reveal that it was your plan to make him disobey you all along because you’re not that mean, but it is fun to watch your boyfriend get all submissive for you)

chan: car sex with chan just sounds top tier rn. fumbling around in the backseat, watching him unzip his jeans to pull his dick out with his hair falling into his eyes and his muscles bulging out of his shirt… yeah

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

masterlist

-

the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

-

-

ultra mega super cool taglist

@mac99martin @imhreid @spencersmagic @hollydaisy23 @raelady1184 @a-broken-pact @padfootswife @hey-there-angels @star-stuff-in-the-cosmos @sonnydoesrandomshit @averyhotchner @laurakirsten0502 @reidyoulikeabook @rem-ariiana @spencerreid9 @vampire-overlord @takeyourleap-of-faith @spenxerslut @violetspoetic @aperrywilliams @b-a-utiful @eevee0722 @srhxpci @reidemandweep @imdefinitelyfloating @random-human-person @gurkiloni @luvspence @calm-and-doctor @ssavanessa22 @singularityjc @sydnee-kom-spacekru @sydneekomspacekru

[kagejima]

hello rae! this is a long overdue hello, but i’m excited to b mutuals and to share my contribution for wakatoshi wednesday with this sexy piece of fanart (twt link)!

https://twitter.com/xineazra/status/1546575543529009152?s=21&t=dORQrIHqJL-Sz5-hJyP72g

i wanna….. bite him……… lick over his hipbones and watch his stomach flex while he pants and groans 🥺

yuna, hello!! 🥰

im excited we're mutuals as well and im happy you decided to stop by today! 😁💖

also..... im gonna need a second with that fan art, omfg 😭😭

my thoughts under the cut

DBJWJFJWND the wonho-fication of wakatoshi though. nobody would be safe if toshi was out there taking thirst traps like hoseok 😭😭

i forget what year it was... maybe 2017? it was awhile ago, but it was when hoseok definitely started getting b i g g e r. and he had posted a selfie from like a hotel mirror of his broad back and look, i love hyunwoo so much, like he's my ult bias lil baby boyo i love him... but the way i SWERVED so hard when i saw how broad hoseok was in that mirror pic 😭😭😭😭

OKAY, ANYWAYS, this is about toshi, not hoseok!

but what do toshi and hoseok have in common though?? they big. big boys. the biggest boyos. fjsjjfmwx i feel a toshi thirst trap ramble coming on.....

im picturing like you and toshi kiss each other goodbye for the morning one weekend morning bc you need to do little things like go to the post office and grocery shopping and he needs to go to the gym with his teammates to work out.

and anyways, maybe like a half hour passes, and you just send him a text after you're parked at the post office and you text him

i wanna see you 🥺

so you're in the post office-- long line bc it IS a weekend morning-- and you're standing there with other people incredibly close to see your phone screen behind you and around you.

you get a ding and you see toshi sent you a picture.

it's him at the gym, standing in front of the whole wall of mirrors, and his hair is kinda damp from the sweat and he's lifted up his loose tank top to show off his abs and he's smiling down at his phone

and you're like AH FUCK and almost drop your phone.

anyways, you do your post office errand and kinda forget to text him back bc baby, your brain broke looking at it.

so you stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things for dinner. and you're getting ready to pay-- again, people behind you, people in front of you, people everywhere.

toshi saw that you saw the first picture but didn't respond :(

so when your phone dings again, you open it up again.

baby...

baby, this time its a picture of him in the locker room alone in front of the mirror. he's holding his tank top up with his teeth and his free hand is pulling his shorts down just enough so you see the V of his stomach and his happy trail.

next picture is him with his thick cock in his hand.

same smiles as the first picture.

you fumble with your phone so much to make sure nobody sees that everyone thinks you're on a caffiene high from hell.

when you get back out to the car, you call him and he picks up immediately like he was waiting for you (he was).

and you're like "toshi!!! i was in public!!!"

and you can HEAR that stupid smirk of his over the phone

and he's like "you said you wanted to see me."

dnajxjejjxjsnde ok i gotta go lay down now

[ragingbookdragon]

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

**********************************************************************

Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

“Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.”

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[unbridgeabledistances]

hi 💜💜 i got a prompt about ian x body image a while ago (my inbox is a hot mess and i may have deleted the prompt lol, but i did paste it into my phone notes)- and i was feeling some feelings today & had some spare time amidst my travels & ended up writing this!!

prompt: can you write about ian and his relationship with his body image, esp post-canon when they move to the westside

(tw for body image/eating disorder/food mentions)

--

He didn’t really even think about it the first times that he did it— skipping a few meals that went unnoticed in the morning clamor of the Gallagher kitchen. He noticed his skin growing tauter and tighter around his abdomen with every passing day, a hollow absence sitting like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

He did it for a reason—he’d been getting more lingering looks under the flashing lights at the club, more unwelcome fingers pressed against the now-present ridges on his stomach, tracing his toned upper arms. The less there was of him, the more they wanted him.

The thing about Ian is that he was always disciplined; the middle child, the one who was overlooked and ignored and blended in until he decided that he had to make a name for himself. He and Lip and gotten into hair-tugging, jaw-smashing fights about this very reality; Ian was completely, totally, absolutely ordinary. Until he made himself extraordinary—until he burst through the storefront labeled “ARMY” at a strip mall with smudged windows and said with a tall chest: I want to enlist.

Everything had led up to this— every push-up on the creaking slanted floor of their childhood bedroom, every jog at the crack of dawn. He was going to make something of himself, he was going to be a hero.

He was going to get the fuck away from Mickey, and his wife, and whatever else kept pushing him down and holding him back.

When Ian came back from the army, when he was sleeping on exposed floorboards and working at the club all night—that was when it all actually started. When he decided that less of him meant more—when he decided that he should give people the best show he could, because everything else was fucked up anyways. This was all he was good for.

But then Mickey came through the door, pale skin flashing in the strobe lights, wearing that fucking dark button-up with sleeves folded to his forearms and smelling like nice cologne that he’d almost definitely stolen from one of his brothers’ bathroom shelves; and for a brief moment after the initial shock set in, Ian was proud— proud of how much negative space surrounded him, proud of how he could press his thighs into stretched golden spandex better than any of the other men thrumming to the beat beside him on the podium. Proud of how much other people wanted him, when Mickey didn't.

It was only later, after Mickey carried him home (easily, too easily) after he’d passed out in a snowbank, and Ian had woken and waited for Mickey to burst into his bedroom door at the Gallagher house while he leaned against the wall and scribbled on a notepad— later, when Mickey was about to curl on the floor and sleep using one of Liam’s balled-up t-shirts as a pillow— that Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes lingering on his uncovered torso, a second longer than the quick glances of admiration from the well-dressed men with greased-back hair and grubby fingers at the club. It hit Ian, then, when he saw Mickey’s gaze that was soft around the edges, the same fuzziness and confusion of Fiona’s stares when he would chatter on for too long in the mornings:

He’s worried about me.

But Mickey played along— Ian was back, and Mickey stayed beside him this time, and chuckled when he walked down the stairs to the sight of Ian cutting off the bottom half of his old ROTC pants, now multiple sizes too big and hanging baggy even at the hips. Mickey curled beside him on the twin bed, silently stroking hair back from his forehead and cradling his cheeks with a feather-light touch as Lip and Liam’s even, sleeping breaths swirled around them. And Ian kept doing pull-ups, and told Carl that he liked the way that Mickey smelled. Mickey came out for him. And for a while things were really, really fucking good, and Ian didn’t even think about the gnawing hollow feeling in his stomach at all any more.

Until a grey morning came, quick and silent, and kept him frozen under the sheets for days.

In the months afterwards, Ian trained harder, faster—he met up with Fiona as she pushed Liam in the stroller and jogged beside them, ran before and after shifts at the club, did push-ups on Mickey’s grimy floor while he was out handling Rub N’ Tug shit.

I’m not Monica. This wasn’t going to happen again. His body could do this. His body could fix his brain.

It couldn’t.

Most of what happened on the “road trip” with Yevgeny (that was the only phrasing that Ian could really mentally use to name the incident, the only semiotic filler for “kidnapping” that didn’t want to make him burrow even deeper under his tattered blankets) was a blur—Mickey feeding him fistfuls of pills and room-temperature Gatorade, luring Mickey to the dugouts where he tried to do a pull-up and felt a quivering in his limbs, a weakness rather than a familiar and fulfilling burn. Slamming Mickey in the face with a fist that was too flimsy, too weak—a fist that still left the blooming of a bruise on Mickey’s jawline, a splatter of blood caking into his eyebrow. But still weak, still not enough. Definitely not strong enough to fight off two MPs with loaded guns, tangling his hands behind his back and forcing him into the backseat of a car.

More blurry days— on the road with Monica. Breaking up with Mickey. Getting a job at Patsy’s. Withering away, purple bags sagging under his eyes. Becoming less, always less.

Then, a glimmer of light— he met Caleb. He studied to be an EMT. He got a call from Mandy, got to wrap her in his arms in less-than-ideal circumstances.

“I got tired of starving myself to fit in that golden thong.”

It was the first time he’d said it out loud.

He started to run again—and he started to not miss it, the hollow feeling gnawing at his insides, the twisting lack. He met Trevor, he went to brunches, he ordered mimosas and muffins and kept himself in shape, but didn’t push himself too far.

So it surprised him, really, when once again his body and mind weren’t in sync.

That was the biggest thing he’d think about, in the idle hours of he and Mickey’s prison cell, months later—that for once in his life, years after the nights at the club or the hazy early mornings at Patsy’s or in a baggy janitor uniform, he was actually doing really, really fucking good. He had a following. He was strong. Or at least he thought he was.

But something about being near Mickey pulled him out of his head and into his body, centered him— it always did. Mickey had always liked his body; Ian remembered how Mickey’s eyed at lingered that night at the dugouts, when they were two kids doing pull-ups and Mickey watched his muscles clench in the moonlight, two sets of shining eyes and bodies warm with beer leaning closer to each other in the muggy air. But Ian never felt a need to flaunt his body, or change his body, for Mickey— and in so many ways, those first days in prison were like his body was coming home. Sometimes it was hard, and fast, and filthy words whispered into each other’s skin—and sometimes it left them grasping for breath in an entirely different way, in fingertips lazily skimming over collarbones and fisted into roots of hair, of breathed “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful”s escaping Mickey’s parted mouth that Ian mentally stored but never brought up again, because he knew in the best case scenario Mickey would just roll his eyes and call him a “soft bitch,” and in the worst he would just flat-out deny it. But Ian felt balanced in a way he hadn't in months, with all the "Gay Jesus" bullshit pressing in. He took his meds, he did his nightly sit-ups, he counted down the days—until the hourglass was slipped out from under his fingertips and he was teleported back to the Gallagher house, back to the place where so much of this began and so much was about to end.

The hollowness, the hunger, didn’t really need to be there anymore once he was out— it was only a dull murmur. A ghost, a memory trapped in dreams of strobe lights and prying hands.

Mickey got out, and they got married—and in the moments before Ian called Mickey an “ugly motherfucker” as he let a smile crack onto his face—and he knew Mickey felt it, knew Mickey heard: I have never known anyone as beautiful as you.

And Ian’s fullness just kept blooming and compounding and radiating after the wedding; they fought, and then they didn’t, and it didn’t matter anyways because they were fucking married. Ian kept doing sit-ups before they went to bed, even though he felt like he didn’t really have to anymore. Something big had shifted; something had settled and given way, had filled in all the cracks.

So he’s surprised, when they move to the West Side, and that feeling starts to stir again; faint, fuzzy, like some sort of invasive and shapeless amoeba in the dark corners of his brain, whispering and hissing that there should be less of him. On their first morning in the new place he heads to the gym, wearing a camo t-shit that covered his torso and shoulders—and of course he ends up making a fool of himself next to some guy, some guy that he could have been, with sweaty toned abs and bronzed skin and rippling muscles. He doesn’t know why it gets to him, that small interaction—he’s so much happier now, so fucking happy he’s buzzing with it, but there’s also something churning in the faultlines of transition; that aching for hollow absence and stretched skin and interested eyes, that feeling that made him woozy and lightheaded as a kid but also sickeningly proud, like every moment of standing tall, of dancing, of staying alive was a statement, a challenge, a test of how much he could push his ability to be desired.

He immediately pushes the thought down. He doesn’t fucking need that anymore to keep his head above water; he’s stable, he’s loved, he’s fed. He’s growing organic tomatoes, and definitely developing a farmer’s tan from his days hunched over their way-too-tiny community garden plot tenderly watering and pruning the vines and brambles. He is desired. So it doesn’t make fucking sense that the hunger, the clawing in his stomach for the absence, doesn’t really stop.

**

“Okay Gallagher, spill.”

Ian felt his eyebrow raise instinctively at Mickey’s tone. “Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at this fancy fucking chicken thing you made for, like, twenty minutes. Stop staring at it and eat your goddamn dinner.”

He felt a twist in his gut. I don’t want to.

“M’actually not really that hungry.”

Mickey’s eyes narrowed. “The fuck’s up? You stressed about work shit?”

Ian huffed out a breath of relief. “Nah. It’s not that.” He fiddled with his fork on the plate, drawing lines into the sauce pooled under the tomato-basil chicken he’d made. It was healthy, it was good, he’d worked out today; he could stomach a couple bites of dinner if he fucking had to. He just had to work up to it. Even the smell was making his stomach twist— it had smelled good while he was cooking it, placing fresh-scented basil leaves into the simmering sauce, but now it just was too much.

Mickey’s boot nudged against his calf from under the kitchen island. “Ey. Is it a tired thing? Or a… sick thing?” His eyes darted to their kitchen cupboard, where Ian kept his meds on the bottom shelf by the water glasses. “Or, like, a food thing?”

Ian felt his fingers go slack around his fork. “A food thing?”

“Yeah, man, y’know. When you get all weird about food.”

A tightness in his chest. “What the fuck? I don’t get weird about food.”

Mickey’s eyes flickered to meet his—and Ian would have gotten more pissed off if he didn’t see the soft concern bleeding into Mickey’s gaze, how cautiously Mickey was trying to broach the topic. Ian blew out a breath. Of fucking course Mickey noticed this shit— he always did.

“Weird how?”

“I don’t know, man. You’re usually good, especially compared to when you were fucking starving yourself when we were kids. But, uh… I don’t know.” Now it was Mickey’s turn to play with his food, scraping his fork along the remnants of sauce on his plate that was nearly clean. “You got kind of weird about working out and shit in prison. And then at the house, with all the quarantine bullshit the first few weeks. Eating fuckin’ cereal all the time, then not eating at all. You’ve been normal since then, or whatever. Lookin’ healthy.” Ian felt Mickey’s gaze drag over him. “Just don’t want you getting stressed out and not eating again or whatever.”

Ian felt a muted warmth blooming in the hollow of his stomach, filling in the cracks of where the jagged feeling continued to claw. If it was anyone else laying out this fucking analysis of his habits Ian would’ve gotten defensive—or at the very least annoyed, that someone was pinning down yet another one of his behaviors, putting them under a fucking clinical microscope.

But of course, this was Mickey— and the difference with Mickey was that he cared, he cared so much that it made Ian’s body ache every time he realized it. Those words wouldn’t have come tumbling out of Mickey’s mouth if they hadn’t been building for a while, hadn’t been gnawing away at some corner of his mind over time.

Ian raised a hand over the table to clasp into Mickey’s warm palm—reaching over the empty plate, the plate of uneaten food.

“It’s, uh. A food thing.”

Mickey’s eyes met his—open, listening.

“You’re right about all the starving myself shit from forever ago. And the not eating. And the… quarantine stuff. I guess I just thought that now that things were good, it’d go away? And I feel so fucking good right now. But sometimes I just have weird days.”

Mickey huffed out a breath. “I fucking know you do, dumbass. M’just saying that I notice that shit. And we can figure it out.”

Ian felt the corner of his mouth tick upwards. “I really thought it was gonna go away. I’m a fucking adult.”

Mickey shrugged. “Sometimes shit doesn’t work like that, Gallagher.” He chugged a sip of water from his glass, apparently glad that this heavier part of the conversation was over now that he knew what was up. “It’s like what you tell me about my shit with Terry. Trauma doesn’t just magically fucking disappear.”

Trauma. He’d never really thought about it like that before—he had plenty of childhood shit to work through, between abandonment and raging mental illness; and he’d never really thought that his body image issues made the list.

But maybe they did— maybe this was another wound, one that he could learn to heal.

Mickey kicked his shin under the table. “There’s cereal and stuff in the cabinet, I got the Fruit Loops shit you like. Want me to wrap up the chicken and shove it in the fridge?”

All he could do was nod— and once again feel that warmth on his insides that Mickey was this good, that he knew how to make shit like this easier.

And he snuggled into the couch beside his husband, a bowl of soggy cereal in his hands.

[theundergroundstories]

OBEY!

Life had been particularly cruel to you. You grew up with an abusive dad, was bullied all throughout high school because of your small frail body, lost your best friend in a car accident and just recently had an intense argument with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend, Derek, was a real piece of shit. He’s your classic alpha male. Tall, buff, handsome, arrogant, self absorbed, dominate, quick to loose his temper and has a large package. He has everything but a heart. That’s the reason you guys fought. He didn’t care about how your friend passed away. All he cared about was dominating you during sex.

The two of you have been giving each other the silent treatment for the past 2 days. You’re about to get dressed for work when you notice a flat cap with the word OBEY on it that doesn’t belong to you or Derek. You pick it up and found a note attached to it. The note claims that the first person to see the wearer of the cap will be forced to obey any and all commands the wearer gives them.

All logic within your brain is telling you that the cap is some bullshit prank Derek is pulling on you but you have a strange urge to put it on and try it on. The cap was a few sizes too big but you didn’t have time to fix it as Derek entered room.

“Where did you get that cap? Asked Derek.

You ignored him and began putting on my jeans.

“So this is how we’re going to play this? Still giving me the silent treatment? Bitch.” He said as he pushed me back onto the bed.

“You know what. You’re a dick Derek. I’ll admit you’re amazing in bed but you’re a word class asshole and I can’t do this anymore. We’re done. I’m breaking up with you! You grab the rest of your clothes and start to head out the door when you hear Derek shout.

“You’re the worthless one. You really think anyone wants your pathetic ass? I’m doing charity work by being your boyfriend!”

That’s when you snapped.

“You! You act all high and mighty and maybe you’re right. Maybe I am pathetic  but you need to face the truth that you are more pathetic than me! Underneath the muscles and gorgeous face, you’re nothing but a little kid desperately screaming for attention!” You yelled back.

“So this is what you’ve been upset about. You’re jealous of my body. The body of a real man. You could’ve just said so. I know I’m the perfect specimen.” Derek teased.

“How can you be so infuriating? My friend just died. I’m grieving! The fact that I would love to have a body like yours is not the issue!” You proclaim.

“So you do want my body! I can’t blame you it is the perfect body.” Derek taunted.

“Just shut up!! You don’t deserve your body! You insult other people because you’re the one who is inferior!” You retorted.

A moment of silences passes by.

“What no snarky comeback! No I’m perfect and everyone else lives to serve me?” You mocked

Another moment of silence passes and I turn to face Derek.

“Well say something!” I yelled with a new found confidence. Just a day ago you’ve never been able to stand up to Derek like you just did but something felt different.

“How did you do that? I wanted to speak but was unable to.” Derek asked with confusion.

You looked at him with a mix of confusion and awe. “You really couldn’t speak?”

“No I couldn’t. What is it that you’re not telling me you little bit…”

“Shut up” You interrupted him and just like that Derek stopped talking mid sentence.

“The hat fucking works.” You mumbled to yourself realizing the power you now hold over Derek.

“From now on you’re going to OBEY my every order. You got that.”

At first Derek just stares at me in awe of the power you now possess. After a few seconds of processing what you just said Derek nods his head and says “yes sir”.

“You’re going to fuck me right and pump all your DNA into me. We’re going to transform into each other because you’re a filthy piece of shit who doesn’t deserve the alpha body you have been given!”

“Yes sir!” Derek said as he undressed himself as quickly as he could.

He then grabbed me and pushed me to the wall. You quickly stripped out of my jeans and underwear leaving you completely naked aside from the cap.

Derek then inserted his 10 inch cock into your ass and began to slowly thrust it. As his dick was repeatedly penetrating your ass you could feel his DNA entering your body.

Your heights was the first thing to change. You felt yourself shoot upwards as you grew to 6 foot 6 inches and Derek shrunk down to a measly 5 foot 5 inches.

Seeing as Derek is now struggling to reach your ass, you decided to drop to your knees so that he could continue his work.

As soon as Derek was in you again his paced quicken and became more forceful. As you tried to hold in a moan you began to feel a warm tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. Your head and face begins to change as it grows in size to fill the cap. Your jawline becomes more prominent and the fat in your face disappears, leaving your face chiseled to perfection. Soon muscles erupted all over your body. Your slight belly now completely gone, replaced with a set of hard defined pecs and abs. The twigs that used to be your arms swelled in size as your biceps now measure 18 inches around. Your new arms laced with ink as they begin to form an intricate designed tattoo.

Your mediocre legs now resemble thick sturdy tree trunks. Next were your feet as they grew from size 7 to a respectable size 12. Finally you began to feel your once 3 inch cock slowly grow longer and larger in size while the opposite happened to Derek. His once enormous cock has been reduced to 3 inches while you now possessed the massive 10 inch dick.

Soon you barely feel anything Derek is doing and grow impatient. You then unhook yourself from him, stand up and turn to face him. You then plunge your new cock into his ass. Instead of starting off slow you decide to make it quick. Derek lets out a huge moan as you roughly pound his ass. You continue until Derek reached his limit.

“Fuuuuck!” Derek cried out as he forced to release.

“Now be a sweetheart and clean up the mess.” You ordered Derek. He quickly rushes to clean the mess.

You search Derek’s closet in search of new clothes that will fit your new body and come out wearing your new black jeans, some brand new black sneakers and your trusty OBEY cap.

You pull the cap down so it barely covers your eyes, get into a sexy yet intimidating pose, and look down to the new Derek with a cocky grin on your face.

“You’re no longer going to hurt anyone anymore. You enjoy worshipping the body that once belonged to you. The body of a perfect specimen. You’re going to live the rest of your life as my loyal bitch. You’re going to OBEY my every command. You got that!”

[halcyonstorm]

@levihan-drabbles
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë Additional Tags: Jealousy, LeviHan Drabble Week, Choking, Praise Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Anniversary, Switching, Smut, I haven’t written smut in a long time please bear with me Series: Part 7 of Short Fics Summary: He keeps staring at Hange. Hange doesn’t notice. Levi does. Hange and Levi were out on a date for their one year anniversary on a beautiful Saturday night. They sat outside in a fancy restaurant. Small fairy lights wrapped around the perimeter of the property. A pianist was playing a song in the main lobby, softly making its way to the outside area where the couple was dining. Everything was going swell, until Levi happened to look to his right. When he did so, he saw a man staring at his girlfriend. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. It wasn’t until Hange had stood up to go to the bathroom when he noticed this man gawking at her, looking her up and down. She looked absolutely ravishing; she wore a beautiful, silk, ruby red dress with a slit exposing her right leg that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her matching red heels accentuated her toned quads and calves. He knew she wasn’t one to dress up, but her extra efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Levi almost got hard just looking at her for the first time that evening. Levi decided to take matters into his own hands. He left his jacket at their table and started walking over to the man. This man was definitely taller than Levi with a broad chest and slick blonde hair. “Are you eyeing my girl?” Levi sneered, his eyes piercing through the blonde man. “So what if I am? With you being so short and all, do you have the goods to compensate? Is that why she’s with you? I’m just thinking about all the ways I can please her that you can’t.” the blonde replied, his hearty voice chuckling. Levi discreetly kneed the man in his crotch, causing him to buckle over, his head at Levi’s height. “Oh, you wish. I’ll make sure I fuck her in ways you can’t even imagine with your pea-sized brain. Have a good fucking evening.” Levi saw his girlfriend approaching him so he gave her a small smile and they interlocked arms. As they walked away, Levi flipped off the blonde man. Levi went to the table to grab his jacket before they left the restaurant. “Levi, thank you for everything. Happy one year,” Hange said softly. Her voice was sweet and seductive. “No need to thank me, four-eyes. Happy one year.” “I can’t believe you still call me that.” “You still wear glasses, don’t you?” Hange laughed at his comment, her laugh almost taking his breath away. When they got to Levi’s car, he opened the door for her. She nodded her head before getting inside. Levi shut the door, ran around, and got in the driver’s seat. “Levi, you look so handsome tonight,” she said, admiring her boyfriend. “God, I am so lucky.” He visibly smiled at her. Hange knew he didn’t smile very frequently, so she always savored the moment whenever she got the privilege. As Levi drove them home, he started to become insecure. Maybe he wasn’t enough for Hange. Maybe he couldn’t please her. Maybe he was lacking in different areas that she wouldn’t say. He didn’t understand why he let that man get to him; he decided it was because he was staring at his girl. He was broken out of his trance when Hange placed her hand on his inner upper thigh. The warmth of her hand sent blood rushing to his dick instantaneously. She secretly loved the power she held over him. He moaned ever so softly when she did this, and she noticed. “Hange,” he said sternly. “I need to focus.” He didn’t want to be persuasive though. “We’re on our street, silly.” He parked the car, trying not to look too eager as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He already had his keys in his hands once they entered the apartment building. Getting to his room, he quickly unlocked the door, allowing Hange to enter first. She quickly kicked off her shoes, as did Levi once he shut and locked the door. “Hange, you-“ Her hands were already untying his tie as she passionately kissed him. His hands were placed at her waist, feeling the silk fabric beneath his fingertips. He squeezed slightly, feeling the soft skin of her belly underneath. They didn’t break the kiss as they entered the bedroom. Levi was already unbuttoning his top. She pushed him onto the bed with a slightly forceful shove. It turned Levi on instantly. He loved when she pushed him around. He felt his face flush as he became flustered. She knelt on the bed, crawling towards him. He got a revealing view of her boobs and cleavage. He reached out to touch her right one, squeezing it. It felt soft, too soft. “No bra tonight,” Hange mentioned, winking as she straddled him. Levi let out an overwhelmed sigh. He cupped it, squeezing firmly again. He loved how soft they felt in his hands. How they were small but perfectly so, fitting in his hands. They slightly overfilled his hands which he loved. His other hand slid up her smooth, freshly shaven thigh. “No panties either?” he asked, kissing and nipping her collarbone. “Why don’t you find out?” she teased, wrapping her hand around his neck, choking him. The sensation of her hand on his neck made his dick throb harder underneath her. She giggled. “You like that?” she asked, starting to kiss her way down his neck to his muscular chest and abdomen, not giving him a chance to check if she was bare underneath. She brushed her fingertips over his abs. She felt extremely lucky. “Yes,” he moaned, starting to unbuckle his belt. He melted whenever she touched him; He needed her. One of the straps of Hange’s dress was hanging off her shoulder. Levi did the honors of pulling the dress down to her stomach, exposing her round breasts. The sight made Levi sit up on his knees, pushing her onto her back. He kissed her lips sloppily before beginning to suck on her nipple. The feeling caused Hange to start throbbing too, aching for him. He choked her as he kissed and bit his way down to her throbbing, soaked region. He enjoyed how she got so confident when touching him, but once he lays a hand on her, she is a horny mess. He pulled the dress off her torso, leaving her bare. She was, in fact, wearing a black, lacy thong. He began to kiss over where her clit was, warming the area. It caused her to squirm underneath him. “Levi… fuck!” she moaned. “Please touch me.” “I am touching you,” he retorted, licking the inside of her thighs. His warm, wet tongue caused her to shiver, her legs opening wider. He moved her thong to the side, exposing her pussy. He could see her clit and opening throb. I did this to her, he thought. I guess I’ve still got it. “Y-you know what I mean,” she panted, pulling her panties off entirely, Hange’s legs pressed together in the air to do so. He respectfully pulled her thighs apart, gripping the inside of each, soft thigh. He put his tongue on her clit, drawing small circles. He attempted to write his name in cursive with his tongue. Her moans sounded like one from a goddess. His fingers almost slipped into her opening since she was so wet. “Why are you so wet?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “It’s your fault, Levi. Now, clean me u-“ She didn’t even need to finish speaking before he shoved two fingers inside her, still working his magic on her clit. She was moaning louder now, on the verge of screaming. “Fuck, Levi. Fuck!” she exclaimed, her back arching. “I need you inside me now.” Say no more, Levi thought. He instantly stopped, pulling his boxers down. His dick popped up and out of his underwear, already dripping. He was going to push it inside her when she placed both her hands on it, pumping at a fast and consistent pace. The sight of her drive him fucking crazy: her legs spread in the air as she jerked him off, her blushed and sweaty face, her sexy body underneath him, her tits jiggling with each pump of his dick. He let out moans of pleasure, which encouraged her to grip him stronger. “Get off me,” he commanded, pulling her legs closer to him. She let go, allowing him to put his dick inside her. As he entered, her name slipped out of his mouth. It was so soft, tight, and warm, he was almost sent to the edge. He grabbed her waist, slowly but consistently thrusting his long throbbing dick into her pussy. Each thrust allowed a moan to escape each of their lips. Levi mentally flipped off the blonde man at the restaurant. “You like it, baby?” He asked, starting to pick up the pace. “Yes… yes… yes,” She answered. Her eyes rolled back, causing Levi to put his hand around her throat. She was his. He felt himself getting close, and with some damn good will-power, he took his dick out. He kissed her passionately, teasing her opening. “God, you’re so fucking good to me,” She panted, sitting up. “Let me ride you. Let me thank you.” She whispered this in his ear, sending chills down his entire body. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him supine into the bed. She crawled on top of him, straddling but facing him. He took a moment to admire her body. Her round breasts, her slightly curved waist, the skin growing wider on her hips when she straddled him. She grabbed his dick from behind, slowly easing down on it. She placed her hands firmly on his strong chest, beginning to grind her hips forward and back, and up and down. He was getting close. Whenever she rode him, just seeing her in and of itself made him horny. Whenever he jerked off alone, this is what he thought about every single time. She looked so hot when she rode him, it couldn’t be helped. The sound of the skin slapping together and each of their moans filled the room. “I’m all fucking yours, Levi!” She exclaimed, starting to pick up her pace. He placed his hand around her neck, pulling her face towards him. “I don’t think I heard you correctly,” Levi whispered in her ear, her body shaking on top of his. “Who are you talking about?” He began to thrust his hips upward, thrusting into her. He needed just a little more convincing “You…” She panted. He pounded harder and harder, causing her to moan louder. “Yours, Levi! I love you. I’m all fucking yours!” She continued to chant this a few more times before Levi placed his fingers to her clit, pressing a bit and rubbing in a circular motion. She opened her mouth to speak, but only cries came out. Suddenly, Levi felt her pussy contract around his dick, warming to an extreme. When he looked at her beautiful, pleasured face and her round, perky breasts and as she orgasmed on his dick, he came too. “Fuck, Hange,” he exhaled, filling her up. She slowly rocked her hips forward and back as he came inside her. Her body fell atop of his, her head next to his. Both of them were panting loud. She slowly sat up and got off his dick. She lay next to her lover. “Oh my fucking God,” She sighed, looking at Levi. She admired his side profile for a moment. His beautiful slightly-turned-up nose; his pink, swollen, wet lips; his messy raven hair. “What got into you?” He took a deep breath before responding. “Well, if you let me finish my sentence earlier, I was going to tell you how beautiful you looked.” “Would you prefer it if I didn’t interrupt?” “No.” Hange chuckled softly, interlocking their fingers. “You know at the restaurant I saw you. Right?” Hange asked, looking at Levi again. He furrowed his brows, then his face relaxed. “Oh.” He realized she did just appear as he kneed that bastard in the crotch. He huffed. “Did you get jealous?” She asked. “…No. Of course not.” Hange kissed his shoulder, knowing the opposite was true. “I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you. How no one else can have you.” Hange chuckled, using her elbow to prop herself up to look at him head on. She placed her hand on his cheek, their eyes fixed on one another’s. “I love you, too. If you need me to prove it to you, just say the word.”

[tobi-momo]

A Comfortable First Date :)

@awmahleebakugou said:

okay so i’ve never asked before (god i hope your requests are open, i’m sorry if they’re not) but i found you just now and your writing gives me life. i hope i’m not missing any rules, but i wanted to req a kind of first date scenario (the date can be your choice but i’m thinking something out of their comfort zone that the reader kinda eases them into having fun and they actually end up having a good time) with bakugou, todoroki, and dabi. a fluff type thing with a fem reader. they don’t have to be all in one, they can be separate but i really wanted to see your take on this with bakugou. thanks for your time, and i hope you can do this req cuz i love your writing :)

a/n: dflhgdfjhgdfkjgh you make me malfunction omg- i jut started writing a couple weeks ago and to hear that you love my writing makes me smile so hard kfsdjgdfkjg omg ty <3 and, lucky for you, my requests are def open and feel free to come back any time! (if you do want to see my rules tho here’s a link: rules<3 (you didn’t req anything out of my comfort zone tho so dw )

Pairing(s): Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff :)

Warnings: cursing, youre uncomfy for a lil- but it gets better- FLUFF SKDJGFJSD dabi’s is SO mf short im sorry skhgdlfg

A Comfortable First Date :)

Bakugou:

Man are you glad yall came with ya friends-

You were excited, but anxious. you have never been on a date before, let alone the one and only bakugou katsuki, so ya. you were nervous asf

On the ride, the radio played loudly while you rolled the window down and caught the warm breeze in your face, you were just wildin out in the car, making katsuki laugh in hopes of relieving some stress

when you arrive, it was a different story. there were so many people and the water was dark, and this is gonna be his first time seeing *this much of your body. Your nerves were not helping

“Yo, Y/n, you nervous or somethin’?” Calls Sero, averting your attention from the packed beach

“Uh, no, not at all,” you smile walking over to the trunk of the car, picking up towels

kirishima and mina walk together to find a spot, denki and sero leave you and katsuki alone and immediately start throwing the frisbee around

‘god this was so awkward’ you thought, although it really wasnt, it was just in your head

“Here, give those to me,” katsuki whispers as he takes the towels from your grasp, taking notice of the way you rub your fingers together, the way you keep looking at the ground

He can tell that youre unsure, but he knows that you wont be like this for long- i mean- its bakugou, right?

once yall get to your spot, kirishima and mina catch up to you guys, talking about whats more manly yall cant convince me they dont do this- im convinced mina teaches him how to drink his respect women juice although we know he drinks plenty

You dont even have time to realize katsukis arms around your things, picking you up and throwing you on his shoulders

You play smack his back, laughing and yelping at the same time while he runs towards the water

“kastUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” all he can respond with is his laughter before he sets you down gently in the water

“What, you thought I was gonna throw you or somethin’?” he smirks

“Uh, YEAH? I DID! You scared the crap outta me, babe,” you laugh off, the water suddenly feeling a lot better than you thought it would

He’s still laughing, almost gripping his stomach while kirishima and mina join sero and denki with the frisbee

The face he makes when you splash water on him is-

hmmm

How do i say it

flabbergasted? no. thats a weird ass word. He was like that tho

His face was like 😂 > 😳 > 😶 > 😐 > 😑 > 😐 > 😏😈

yk? yk

He splashes back

hard

so skip to an hour later when you guys are tackling each other in the water holy shit this is soft i cant

yall are having a mf BLAST and yall ended up playing beach volleyball too- have yall seen the episode in avatar where azula, mai, ty lee, and zuko play beach volleyball?

ya basically that but yall actually have fun and its more playful- but yall DESTROY the other teams

you guys end up staying longer than expected and you sleep in the car on the way back with his hand on your thigh but shhh

Todoroki:

ok, this may be dif because i believe movie dates are awkward asFF and i just jfhfkg ugh yk

but anyways~

yall arrive to the theatre, buy your snacks and get your ticket ew ew ew ew

and you literally dont know what to do-

where do you sit? where do you put your hands? what do you do for the rest of the movie? all of these questions filled your head when you guys entered the room, it was empty

great.

You guys take your seats, the commercials starting while you guys start small talk

you and him make fun of the trailers while you guys are literally sitting down like 🧍🧍

So awkward even though yall are talking- like, who takes popcorn first, who gets to put their arm on the middle rest? just overcomplicating everything in your brain

until a skittle falls down your shirt sorry if you dont like skittles but cmon their skittles

coming out the bottom of your shirt, you pick it up, then look at shouto’s soft, playful smirk before he looks away like he didnt do anything

that cheeky bastard

so, you throw it back, knocking his head then falling down the seat to the ground 

he looks back at you with and incredulous expression- not a serious one, but a look of sarcastic surprised

when his hand grabs popcorn out of the bucket, your eyes widen and you quickly leap out of your seat, running out of the isle and up the stairs to the top row of seats, being chased by shouto, and eventually trapped in the corner before getting a face full of popcorn

“Shou!” you laugh out, and you can hear the faint sound of his giggles piercing through yours

Your hands are placed on his chest, and his have dropped down your forearms, holding you in place while you laugh into him

“What?”

“There’s popcorn in my hair now,”

“Oh,” he takes a gentle hand and takes the popcorn out of your hair, tossing it to the side

“This place is a mess now,” he adds

You just laugh it off, taking notice of the fact that the movie has already started

“Shou, the movie,” you point, him turning around to the big screen

“The movie’s boring”

“It’s barely started!” you chuckle

your voice was interrupted by more popcorn hitting your face, and Shouto holding the bucket

“You did not just do what i think you just did.”

“Maybe,”

“I’m gonna get you back for that!” you shout as he starts to walk back to your seat, you grab the box of candy and quickly open it, pouring everything on his head before rushing down the stairs to the other side of the room

lemme just say yall were kicked out PFT JSDHGFSDKJHF

ok but yall didnt care shsdlfsfg

you hung out more after that too, not wanting the day to end :)

Dabi: 

why 

on your first date

would you go

CLUBBING??

like- why??? 

when you arrived, you really do be FINE AS FUUUCKK and everyone is thirsting over you periodt get into it

and when you see him, his eyes widen, admiring your figure

you just smile bc you’ve never been to a club before and set your bag on the counter, taking a seat at the bar next to him

what do you do? are you supposed to order something orrrrrrr? are you supposed to talk? are you supposed to dance with him? like wtf

the most awkward feelings are making home in your stomach

just before you could rush off, his hand grabs yours, making your head whip up for your eyes to meet his, silently reassuring you

You smile before he stands up, and leads you to the dance floor, guiding you with your hips to the music

you place your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you to the beat, before you turn yourself and dance on him, forgetting your problems

he smirks, running his fingertips down your back while you move your hips on him

after a couple drinks you guys were clicking, like really, really, really, clicking and you felt good

so did he, and he wanted to know you more, so after a couple more dances and drinks, yall were giddy and shi 😏

And yall decided it was time to get to know each other more😏😏😏

when you guys woke up with a hangover, you made him breakfast and yall talked ab everything under the stars omg yall are made for each other istg

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

thats it im sorry dabi’s is so short i just chugged rosé and im hanging out with friends be happy <3

taglist: @toosharkinternet @hitosushi @combat-wombatus @katsuhera @zerohawks

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Can you write a short fic of beth and rio having sex in the kitchen and dean walks in! Im thinking Rio notices Dean and keeps going but Beth has no clue he walked in and Dean is horrified. I absolutely love your fics!!!

Hey anon!

I don't usually do prompts, but since you’re asking kindly, and this one is really up my alley, I decided I'd try my hands at it. Thank you for entertaining my mountain hike last week with impure toughts, I had a very fun time!

I should warn you that I may or may not have twisted the "Dean is horrified" bit into "frankly turned on" though, I hope you don't mind! Also it's Dean's POV so it’s gross.

(AO3 version here)

***************

Something feels off, the second he's set foot into the house. An unknown itch, disrupting the familiarity of his surroundings.

Soon the impression is doubled by the muffled sounds coming from the kitchen, as he's progressing through the living room. Dean's no longer enough of an innocent lamb to not identify these as eminently sexual, knows how specific skin slapping on skin sounds, has grown accustomed to the languidness of those breathy rattles.

And really, coming home to people having sex in his house is, on paper, quite uncommon ; should unsettle him, overwhelm him with the curiosity of the who, the anxiety of the why. But he's too struck by the suddenness of it to really think.

The tableau really is something.

The first thing Dean makes sense of is the somewhat familiar silhouette of the position, a classic example of some doggy-style human mating against the kitchen table. It's nothing but iconic at this point among Dean's personal gallery of sexual standards, a configuration etched in his brain like the textbook definition of sex.

Except that it's… it's Beth. His Bethie. Sprawled over the breakfast leftovers like one of these amateur pornstars he occasionally jerks off in front of (he makes a mental note to consider teaching Kenny how to erase a browser history soon, a man needs to protect his privacy), letting out sounds that Dean's pretty sure he's never heard in the entirety of his marriage.

And behind her, hips waving with a steady rhythm, stands this guy. The one Dean knows she's been… Well, not like that. Dean never actually pictured the thing more than what the vague idea of 'I just really like having sex with him' suggested, didn't scan through the details that a more fertile imagination would perhaps have provided. He's not enough of the jealous type to do that. Or maybe is too much, his mind refusing to bear anything explicit beyond the pure concept of his wife's confessed infidelity.

It should come off as shocking, at the very least.

But he cannot say that the view isn't enticing, in a way, how this perspective on Beth's curves — bent over the table with another man's broad hands pressing into the supple skin of her ass cheeks, her skirt pulled up her waist offering an angle on her ass he's actually never ogled, breast spilling up the V-neck of her top as she's resting against the hardwood — feels refreshingly new. Throat-tattoo guy's completely clothed, except for his shirt, hanging half-unbuttoned and giving Dean a glimpse of his slick abs, and something looking like a medal oddly dangling above his heart.

And — damn. It is exactly like those Pornhub videos, the horny thug and the slutty submissive housewife, the animalistic compliance, except that it's his spouse getting railed hard and fast in front of him, and it's — gross. Or it should be. It shouldn't elicit this other reaction that Dean can only but attribute to a Pavlovian instinct, causing his fingers to brush his own dick through the thin fabric as he shoves his car keys in his pocket.

Maybe it's the motion of his limb, or the faint sound of jingling metal. But suddenly the guy locks eyes with Dean, a spark of recognition devoid of any surprise flashing on his face, and he smirks with well-earned arrogance as he provocatively starts pounding into Beth even harder at the sight of him. She moans and digs her fingers in the tablecloth in response, something sounding like "Riiiiiiiii" spilling out of her mouth, and crap ; has Dean ever known that guy's name? Is it Rick?

Rick or whatever Mr. Necktatts likes to call himself shoots him a wink as he entangles his fingers in Beth's ponytail and yanks up, up, up, the effort making the tendons in his forearm jut, and Dean swallows as her throat and cleavage are exposed for him to see, fighting a painful need to shove his hand down his pocket again. She's still moaning and whining, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, completely oblivious to the silently additional interaction happening here and now, and there's suddenly something terrifying in the idea that maybe she could open her eyes and see him here. Dean can already picture it, the way her sheepish surprise would soon turn into the annoyed anger that has narrowed her eyes so often lately when they look at him, the voice with which she would ask him to get out. The complete absence of remorse she'd display, his own infidelity that she'd throw at his face over and over again, as if it made her own... thing more acceptable while it's not.

The guy lets out a low grunt, his focus losing interest in Dean and getting back to the task literally at hands as he slams faster into her, his long brown fingers digging deep and hard into her hip, and Beth cries out with a desperate abandon that Dean can't say he's ever seen from her while in bed. It's completely alien, the way she's acting in front of him, and Dean readjusts his pants, finding himself equally attracted and repulsed by this entirely new facet of her.

He no longer recognizes his wife, hasn't in a while now. But also. It's undoubtedly her. In a way that makes him want to kick that guy out and take his place, wipe this oddly matched but strangely appealing couple out from his memory, forget about how their bodies move in enviable harmony and the noises that guy draws out from her, thrust after thrust.

It's not long before Beth lets out this sound she always makes when she's about to come.

Dean knows it.

The other guy knows it.

And suddenly it's too much to bear, a conclusion that Dean feels will have a before and an after if he witnesses it, the aftermath too painfully awkward to even picture it while the possibility to pretend this never happened is still hanging in front of him like a ripe fruit threatening to fall and explode on the ground any instant.

He storms out, doesn't think twice before he starts the car again and just peels off, somehow feeling unwelcome in his own house, his dick hard and his retinas imprinted with the vision of the stranger's rings shining in the daylight as his darker fingers were pressing into his clueless wife's pale skin.

He's got nowhere to be.

He just needs to drive.

[angelmavmurdock]

Our Little Secret: Part Four - A.R.

Word count: 3186 Summary: Arvin helps y/n with her wounds and things get heated.

-

Reader's POV

We got to the house and Arvin parked outside. We both got out and shut the doors quietly, not wanting to disturb Lenora in the back. Arvin opened the door and I went around to help.

"Hey, just need you to stand up for me." Arvin spoke softly to his sister, brushing the hair from her face.

She groaned lightly but then sat up with tired eyes and slid out of the car. Arvin held her on one side while I supported her other side. I shut the car door behind me and we walked Lenora up the stairs to the front door. I ignored the pain in my legs and continued supporting some of her weight. Arvin unlocked the door then we went in.

We walked her to her bedroom and I stood by the door while Arvin lay her down on her bed and helped take her shoes off then tucked her under the covers. She quickly nuzzled into her pillow and thanked us quietly. Arvin smiled and then stood back up, walking towards me.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He said quietly to me and we headed to the kitchen, closing Lenora's door.

It was so quiet without Mrs Russel or Lenora. The sun was just about to set so it left a golden glow in the room, still giving us some light and heat.

"Just uh...just sit up on the counter, there." Arvin directed awkwardly, coughing afterwards.

I attempted to hop up onto the counter but just hurt my leg.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, my knees buckling from the pain.

He hurled towards me in panic and caught me by the waist before I hit the ground.

"You alright?" He asked, concern lacing his voice as he brought me back to a standing position.

"Yeah, I just...I can't get up on the counter because of my legs." I said to my shoes, avoiding eye contact with him.

There was a different energy in the house. I don't know if it was just because we were alone and we had just been in this fight but it was almost...sexual. And I had never felt that before.

"Well, I'll help you. C'mon." He hoisted me up by my hips fairly easily.

I flinched when I sat on the kitchen counter, the coldness of the granite on my bare thighs. My shorts were skin tight and stopped just below my backside while my skirt only went to not even my mid-thigh.

Arvin noticed and gulped then pulled away. He rummaged through one or two kitchen cupboards before finding the first aid kit he had been looking for. He opened the small tin box up and got everything he needed out. I watched as he shed of his jacket and cap and then brought everything over to me.

"Alright, hands first." He said.

I held my hands up, palms up, for him. He wetted a cloth and wrung it out before coming back over to me.

"This might sting." He stated.

He took my hand gently and dabbed the cloth on the cuts. I winced and curled my toes at the pain but managed to keep still as he did the other hand, too. He looked closer at them then looked at me.

"They'll be fine. Just be careful." He said.

I nodded and watched as he put the cloth down then inspected my legs.

"Damn...those assholes better not bother you again." He shook his head and reached for a bottle of antiseptic germicide.

"Wrong place, wrong time, I guess." I sighed.

He shook his head again, "No. They're just fuckin' bullies lookin' for girls to prey on."

I looked into his eyes and they seemed filled with pain and anger. He put some of the liquid onto a piece of kitchen paper.

"Okay, this'll definitely hurt so just stay still." He said.

He hesitantly placed his hand on my lower thigh to keep my leg in place. My breath hitched in my throat and I felt my lower regions flutter with...I don't quite know what.

He placed the wetted kitchen paper onto my knee and I gasped, gripping his forearm in pain. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming then just used my whole hand to cover my mouth.

"Just squeeze my arm, y/n." He spoke lowly.

I nodded and he patted the kitchen paper on my knee again. I gripped his arm, my sheer painted nails digging into his skin, probably marking him. I removed the hand from my mouth and just balled them into fists on the counter as he wiped over both my knees.

"Fuck, that hurts." I squeaked, leaning my head back on a cupboard.

"Just a second or two more." He said reassuringly.

"Anywhere else?" He asked, removing the kitchen paper from my skin.

I didn't loosen off though, I knew what else hurt.

"I uh...I landed on my hip but I don't know if it's cut or not." I said, eyes still clenched shut because the liquid was still cleaning my open cuts.

"You'll have to show me." He said softly.

I wasn't used to this side of Arvin. He was usually either upfront, sarcastic, mean or suspicious. He was never this soft or caring around me.

"I don't...I don't wanna." I shook my head.

He sighed, "y/n, I need to check to be safe. Would you rather it be infected or would you rather me clean it?"

I groaned, "Fine. But don't look too much."

He smirked slightly then helped me down from the counter. I looked at him so he could turn around but he didn't get the message.

"Arvin. Turn around." I said, gesturing with my hand.

"Oh- sorry." He apologised, turning his back to me.

I smiled at him, revelling in the fact he couldn't see my face. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and ears as I removed my shorts, leaving me in just my underwear and my skirt.

"Should I take my skirt off?" I asked nervously.

"Um...how high up is the cut?" He asked, turning his head to talk to me.

I flipped my skirt up and looked. It was a bigger wound than I expected. An open cut from my side to just on my ass cheek. I gulped then decided I'd keep the skirt on. I didn't want to be completely half-naked in front of him.

"It's fine I'll keep it on. You can turn around." I assured, kicking my shorts to the side.

He turned around and wetted a new piece of kitchen paper with the antiseptic.

"Alright, how bad is it?" He asked, his brown eyes looking into my own.

"Quite bad." I said.

I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt up, revealing the wound and my underwear. If I had known Arvin was going to be looking at my panties I would have worn nicer ones. They were just plain black with a little bow at the front.

Arvin gulped then stuttered.

"It's okay. I'll clean it then dress it." He said, nodding as if trying to reassure himself.

"Okay." I bit the inside of my lip nervously.

I turned to the side and kept my skirt lifted up. Arvin lightly held my waist with his left hand then started wiping some of the dry blood from my thigh. I shivered under his touch and he hesitated for a moment but kept going.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my brain confused if I was reacting to the inevitable pain or his touch on my skin and how he was taking care of me.

"Ready?" He asked quietly.

I nodded with a hum.

He pressed it to my hip first and I gasped, "Arvin!" I held his arm from behind me and squeezed my eyes shut.

I heard him audibly gulp and his movements became scattered like he was flustered. But then he gently started wiping at the wound.

"Fuck," I hissed as he moved it to the part of the wound that was on my butt.

"You okay?" Arvin asked softly.

I hummed, "Just stings- ah fuck." I cursed, gripping his arm tighter.

He gave a few more wipes and then pulled away. I relaxed and sighed with relief.

"Thank god that's over."

He chuckled, "I'll just dry it and dress it."

"Okay." I smiled.

He got a new piece of kitchen paper but this time just dabbed on my skin, collecting any excess liquid. I bit my lip, not from pain this time but from saying or doing anything out of sorts. Every time his hand grazed over my skin I felt a rush to my core and butterflies in my stomach. It was extremely odd and new. I had never experienced feelings like that.

Arvin pulled the sheet away and then opened up a huge band-aid looking thing. I lifted my skirt higher for easier access and he softly pressed it onto my skin, careful to where he was placing it.

He smoothed it over then stood back.

"All done." He sighed.

"Thank you, Arvin." I swallowed nervously, placing my skirt back down.

"No problem, y/n." He smiled then packed away the first aid kit.

I furrowed my brows and rested a hand on his, "What about you?"

He looked from my hand to my eyes, "What d'ya mean?"

"You got hurt, too."

He snickered, "I can take care of myself, y/n."

I held his hand tighter and made sure he was looking at me.

"But you don't have to..." I whispered.

He looked from my eyes to my lips a few times and so did I. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him.

"I only got some bruises and a bloody nose." He spoke, cutting the tension.

"Where are your bruises? You only have one on your cheek. Are there more?" I prompted.

He looked away, then down to his feet, then back up at me. I looked at him in concern.

"There's...there's some on my chest. I think it's right on my ribs." He finally said.

A soft smile grew on my face.

"I can help with that."

He looked at my lips once more but then pulled away, his hand coming out from underneath mine.

"Fine. But don't look too much." He smirked.

I smiled and shook my head, "Asshole."

He began lifting his white - now dirty - shirt off. First I saw the black, blue and purple bruising over his ribs and then I noticed his abs, and his evident muscles. I knew he was fit but I didn't realise labour got you like this. I gulped and ignored any thoughts that may enter my mind.

I walked towards him and placed my hands on his chest and then slid them down slowly over his bruises, careful not to hurt him.

It was so quiet in the house, only the sounds of bugs and distant traffic filling the silence. And now the touching of my skin over his.

"Did you hear a crack when you fell?" I asked in a whisper, feeling his bruises.

He winced, "No."

"How does it feel when you breathe in." I asked, looking up into his dark, brown eyes.

He swallowed, "A lil' sore."

"Take a deep breath for me." I requested, wrapping one hand around to his back and keeping one splayed just under his pecs.

He paused and then took a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything or feel anything. He exhaled slowly.

"How did that feel?" I asked, removing my hand from his back.

"Not good." He chuckled.

I stood away from him and went towards the freezer, "You'll just have bruised ribs. Nothin' too bad but you'll have to take it easy for a while. No work."

I retrieved a bag of peas from the freezer drawer and held it over his bruises. He flinched and hissed at the cold on his swollen skin.

"Just keep it there and keep replacing it. It'll keep the swelling down. Have some pain killers too." I spoke while getting the cloth that Arvin used and putting it under warm water.

"What're you doing now?" He asked.

I rinsed it through then wrung it out.

I smiled, "Sit on the table."

He raised a brow, "No."

I scoffed, "Just sit on the table, Arvin."

He squinted his eyes at me, suspicious of what I was going to do. He silently complied and slid onto the dining table.

I stood in between his legs and reached a hand to cup his face.

"I'm cleaning your face. It's covered in blood and dirt." I whispered.

He smiled at the gesture and let me take care of him.

I wiped the cloth over one cheek and then the other. I wiped it over his forehead, under his curly hair and then down his nose. He chuckled at that and I giggled back.

"Just tilt your head back a lil'," I instructed, cupping his chin and moving his head back slightly.

He let me and I cleaned around his nose.

"You know, you surprised me today." He said.

"Really? With what?" I asked.

"With the crow bar."

I gulped and kept cleaning his nose, "I did what I had to do."

"Just surprised me." He shrugged.

I smiled, "Well, Arvin, I'm full of surprises."

I pulled the cloth away and then wiped under his nose with my thumb.

"All done." I smiled and rinsed the cloth off in the sink.

He slid off the table and watched me as I wrung the cloth out again and placed it over the tap.

I looked behind me and squinted at him, "What?"

"Nothin'." He shrugged with a smirk.

"Why're you lookin' at me like I'm your Sunday dinner?" I chuckled, turning around and leaning against the counter.

He put the bag of peas on the table and then walked closer to me. My heart rate picked up and my cheeks flushed again as he kept walking closer to me.

"y/n, I know I'm Lenora's brother and you probably want nothin' to do with me but," He was speaking lowly and I could feel the heat come from his shirtless body.

"Arvin-" I placed a hand on his cheek, stroking over a bruise.

We both looked from each other's eyes' to our mouths'.

"-kiss me." I whispered.

He slowly and almost hesitantly leaned down and I felt as if my heart was about to break out of my chest. Finally, his lips touched mine and all my nerves evaporated just like that.

His lips brushed over mine softly, a complete juxtaposition to the tension in the air and what we were wearing. He slid his hands onto my waist, able to feel my skin on his hands. I pushed back on the kiss and I felt his grip tighten on me. He pushed me further into the counter and I wrapped both my arms around his neck, lacing my fingers into his hair.

His tongue brushed past my bottom lip and I welcomed it, feeling him push and swirl his own around mine. I moaned into the kiss and he wrapped his arms almost completely around me, bringing me as close to him as possible. Our tongues moved with fervour and our breaths got heavier against each other's skin. His hand slipped down past my good hip and rested on my ass. I gasped and bit his bottom lip in surprise. He groaned and grabbed my ass completely. I moaned into his mouth and leaned further up, trying to get more of him.

I had never had a kiss like this before. It was lustful and passionate. No one had ever touched me like Arvin. And I didn't mind it one bit.

His kisses began to move down past my lips onto my jaw, sucking and licking over my skin. He began to suck on a spot just on my neck and I moaned, tugging his hair in pleasure.

He was good at this.

His hands slid under my skirt and carefully grabbed at the flesh - avoiding my cut.

He kept sucking on my skin, then relieved the spot by licking over it and then going back in again. His hands snuck under the band of my underwear and I gasped, surprised and aroused at the same time.

And I had never truly been aroused before.

He twisted his finger around the waistband and I wondered what he was doing. But then he pulled up slightly.

"Arvin!" I moaned.

Whatever he had done had cause a million pleasurable senses to go off.

"Shh, gotta be quiet, darlin'." He spoke lowly and breathlessly into the crook of my neck.

"Do it again-"

"Hello?!" A voice suddenly boomed through the house.

We both jumped and clutched our chests. Arvin winced at the pain around his ribs then looked at me with wide eyes.

"We're back!"

It was Mrs Russell and Uncle Earskell.

Arvin panicked along with me for a few seconds and then he pointed to my shorts on the floor. I gasped and dove to pick them up, just as Emma came into the kitchen.

"Oh hey, y/n! Lovely to see you!" She beamed.

I gulped, hiding the shorts behind my back.

"You too!" I grinned.

She switched the kitchen light on and then gasped at the sight of me, "You have blood all over you, honey! What happened?"

She came to me with a shocked face, looking over my body.

"Uh-"

"Those bullies, Grandma. Not only do they bother Lenora, they're botherin' y/n too. She protected herself, Lenora...and me." Arvin spoke almost proudly.

"Well, my goodness. That is horrible. We'll need to wash these before you head home. Don't want your parents seeing this."

"No ma'am." I smiled.

"Put your clothes in the sink and I'll handle it. You can borrow clothes from Lenora in the mean time and did you get any cuts?" She asked.

I looked up at Arvin then back at Emma, "Arvin and I helped each other out. And Lenora is okay, she's just resting." I said, placing a hand on her arm.

She sighed, "Okay. I'll give you some privacy to change."

She sat her things on the table and then gasped when she looked at Arvin.

"You silly boy. Come on." She rolled her eyes to me and grabbed the bag of peas and left the room.

Arvin and I stood for a moment just looking at each other. I bit my lip subconsciously and he smirked.

"You've got a new bruise." He informed me.

I furrowed my brows, "What?! Where?!" I exclaimed, looking down at my body.

He chuckled lowly and then pointed on his neck. I was confused for a moment but then I realised.

I lay a hand over my neck where he had been kissing me and he smiled smugly then followed his Grandma into the living room.

I rushed to the mirror and gasped.

A blue and purple hickey had appeared on my skin. I bit my lip looking at it and a slow smile started to form.

-

{Tags: @notanordinaryprincess96 @imagine-yourself-happy​ }

[crazyk-imagine]

Chapter I: Mourning, It Sucks

Characters: Odette Fergman (OC), Jacob “Jake” Portman, Abraham “Abe” Portman, Shelley, Frank Portman, Maryann Portman

Briefly mentioned: Ricky, Miss Peregrine

Warnings: Death of a character, blood, no eyes, monsters, police

Word Count: 2,967

Prologue // Chapter II

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Odette gasped, pushing herself into an upright position. She groaned, rubbing her face.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, nothings going to happen. You're imagining things, you know the human brain tricks people," she mumbled, walking towards her closet.

Staring at herself in the mirrors on the closet doors. "And now you're talking to yourself. You've officially gone insane." She opened the closet door, grabbing her outfit.

Once she got dressed, she walked towards her desk, grabbed her bag, and walked downstairs.

-

Entering the kitchen she sees her mother Irene, on her laptop.

She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, greeting her mother. "Hey."

Irene raised her head, glancing at her daughter. "Hey sweetie. Going to Jake's?"

She nods, "yeah. Are you gonna be home tonight? Or do you have to stay late at the office?" Odette stared at her hand as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers.

Irene sighed, pushing herself out of the chair, she wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulders, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah, I'm sorry sweetie. Maybe in the next few months we can make plans. You know, have a girl's day or a girls trip."

She gave her mom a sad smile. "Okay."

She heard the tone in her daughter's voice and frowned, "I know it's been a tough couple of years for us with everything that's happened regarding your father, may he rest in peace," she let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. "Anyway, this deal will be over soon and we can hangout whenever you want."

Odette nodded, letting out a soft yeah. Glancing at the microwave, she gently pushed her mother's arm off of her, "I've got to get to Jake's before Shelley comes and picks us up."

She was in the kitchen entrance when her mother said, "okay, be safe."

Odette glanced over her shoulder, smiling as she said, "Always."

And she walked out the door, locking it behind her.

-

Knocking on Jake's door, his mom opened the door.

Mrs. Portman stepped back, giving Odette room to walk in.

"Hello, Mrs. Portman. How are you?"

Mrs. Portman closed the door, "good to see you again, Odette. Jake's in his room."

Odette awkwardly nodded before making her way to Jake's room.

-

She knocked once before entering but saw he wasn't there. She decided to wait for him and sat on his bed.

Jake walked in, nodding at Odette.

She stood up, anxiously squeezing the strap of her bag. "I think you need to visit your grandpa today. I've got a bad feeling."

He stopped rummaging through his desk, staring at her with furrowed brows. "What?"

"I said you should visit your grandfather. I think- I think something's going to happen to him."

"Are you serious? You've got a feeling?"

"It's happened before. I told you about that girl Samantha, she was only talking to you to copy your homework. And my father, I told you I had a fee;ing about my father and I came home from school to see my mother crying. It took her hours before she calmed down enough to utter a single word."

Jake's eyes softened, "you know, I didn't mean it like that Odi. I'll- I'll ask my parents if I can see him after work."

"Good."

A car honking drew their attention away from the conversation.

"Shelley's here."

The two grabbed their things and went out the door.

Jake locked it behind him.

-

Jake began. "Do you ever feel like nothing you do matters?"

"You leave footprints on the beach, and tomorrow they're gone." Odette added.

"Like it's just today, over again." The two said together.

"They say your teen years are for making friends and having fun, which made me feel even worse." Jake added.

-

Jake stood in an aisle, restocking the adult diapers.

Odette sat on a shelf beside him, reading a book.

A teen girl walked up beside the two.

Jake noticed her, realizing he knew her from school. "Hey, Amy. It's Jake. I'm in your math class."

Amy looked him up and down, hardly acknowledging him while she picked up a pack of diapers. "Hey, don't forget your adult diapers." She tossed the pack to her male blond friend behind her.

"Yeah, right." The blond caught the pack of diapers and threw it at her causing the stack to fall over.

The group of teens laughed, walking away without apologizing.

Odette shook her head, not understanding how kids could be so rude. She grimaced, rubbing her temple when she felt the pounding of a headache. She shut her eyes as she "imagined" something. "You don't have to be so rude E..."

-

Jake glanced back and forth, unsure of what he should do.

-

Odette opened her eyes when she heard Shelley's voice.

"Jake! Phone for you. They were asking for you too, Odi." Shelley walked towards the two.

Odette put her book in her bag and stood up. "Are you going to call Ricky for a ride?"

Jake had a puzzled expression on his face.

"When you go to visit your grandpa?"

Jake shook his head, "he's out of town with his family."

She nodded, walking beside Jake, following Shelley.

"But that day, everything changed." Jake narrated.

"Thanks for the ride, Shelley." Jake said.

Odette nodded, setting the stuffed animal back in its original spot.

"So, how come you have to go deal with your grandpa?"

"My dad couldn't get out of work."

"I didn't think he worked."

Odette scoffed a laugh only she could hear.

"You know... I'm... just gonna call Grandpa."

"Hello, this is Abe."

"Hey, it's Jake. Odette's with me-"

"No! Don't come here. Keep Odette away. Listen to me. It's not safe. Both of you stay away."

"Grandpa, did you take your pills today?"

Odette's brows knitted together worried about the sweet older gentleman she considered family and vice versa.

She scooted as close as she could, leaning on the passenger seat Jake was in.

"The key to my gun cabinet, it was in the drawer. And now it's gone."

"Yeah, Dad took it, all right? For safekeeping. It's okay."

"Your father wants I should fight them without a gun?"

Her forehead rested on the headrest, one hand on the back of the seat, the other in her lap.

"God bless him. What's his deal, Alzheimer's?"

"Dementia." Jake told Shelley and Odette whispered to herself.

By the time the three made it to Jake's grandfather's neighborhood, it was dark.

Odette leaned on her elbow, head resting on her head, staring out the window. Playing a game of her own, counting the number of lights on and off on the lawns of the homes. So far the score was 15 lights on and 67 lights off. It wasn't the most exciting game she could be playing but it certainly helped pass the time.

Shelley swerved her car to avoid the man who seemed to have appeared out of the fog and nowhere, all at once.

Jake and Odette stared at the man, who in turn, stared back.

The man with white eyes focused his gaze on Odette as they drove by.

Without realizing it, one of Odette's peculiarities began acting up and the darkness combined with the shadows in the car around her created a shield so people outside of the car could only see her face. Odette didn't like the unpleasant spin tingling feeling she got from the strange man.

She quickly turned away, unable to take anymore.

She brought her hand up blocking the man, rubbing her temple when she felt the familiar throbbing earlier that day. "Peculiar" "Dangerous" "Be careful" "You never know who's watching" these words rang throughout her head, all said by the same female voice which she couldn't place.

"That guy gave me the heebie-jeebies." Shelley commented glancing at Jake and Odette.

"No kidding." Odette muttered.

Pulling up into Jake's grandpa's driveway, the two teens exited the vehicle making their way inside.

The older woman leaned her head out of the window. "Holler if you need me."

"Grandpa?" Jake shouted, knocking on the door.

"Unlock the door."

"What? No."

"Unlock the door right now Jake. This-this is it. The bad feeling I was telling you about just got a lot worse. I can feel it in my gut that there is something seriously wrong and if you don't open this door right now," She bunched the collar of his shirt in her hand and pulled him closer, "I'm going to frisk you and you're not gonna like it."

"Okay. Okay." He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Jake gasped.

"Oh my god." Odette whispered, tearing up.

Papers were thrown all over the floor, furniture was turned over, pictures were broken and ripped apart.

Odette ran towards the living room, calling out for the man.

Jake debated following her but went in his own direction.

She flipped one of the light switches once, the lights didn't turn on. She tried again and got the same result.

-

Turning around in the kitchen, Jake found the back screen door had been ripped apart in an unnatural way. "Odi!"

She entered the room, being careful when she stepped over broken dishes. "Did you find something?"

He pointed towards the door.

She shook her head, "I'm not going out there."

"We have to. What if- what if my grandpa's out there? I- I have to find him."

"Fine."

The two stepped outside.

Odette wrapped her arms around herself, not because she was cold but because she was scared and had a feeling she'd been through something like this before. A sense of deja vu, some would say.

The shadows create a faint shield around her.

Turning around when she heard something.

Jake shouted, "Shelley!"

The woman rushed out of her car, "What's going on?"

"Someone broke in."

"I've got a 38 in my car. You wait there." She ran back to her car.

Odette tugged on Jake's sleeve. "Jake?"

"What?"

"Look," she pointed to the bent and broken fence located in front of a flashlight that was still on.

He took a step only to be stopped when he was pulled back.

"Are we really about to go into that not so pleasant looking "forest" area? Do you know how many serial killers use that as their territory?"

"Do you?"

"That's not what I asked. I know how much your grandpa means to you but what if we end up dead because we got too "curious". That's what we'll be named and remembered for until the end of time. Do you seriously want to be remembered as the "curious duo who got too close and became the next victims" I mean seriously?"

"There aren't any serial killers here. Who would want to kill old people?"

"It's not impossible. It's been said that about ten percent of serial killers kill people over the age of 60."

"Re- Why do you know this? Why are we even talking about this?"

"Because I'm scared and I'm nervous about what we're going to find. It's not something two young kids or anyone should see."

"What if it's not as bad as we think?"

She pursed her lips. "Maybe."

"Come on," he held his hand out for her to take.

She reached for him, he beat her to it and pulled her with him.

They stopped staring at the flashlight.

"That's blood, Jake."

Jake let go of her hand.

"Oh my- you picked it up. You picked up the flashlight." She shook her head.

Jake put the flashlight in his other hand, shining the light on that hand and he did in fact, see blood.

Her shoulders tensed when a shadow passed by. She hadn't realized it but she wandered further into the trees, she stopped when she found an unmoving body. "Jake! Jake! He's here!" Odette's hand shook when she raised it, placing it on his back, hoping to provide him some comfort and praying they weren't too late.

He ran in her direction. "Grandpa!" Jake pushed him onto his back, gasping when he saw his grandpa's eyes were gone.

Odette placed her hands over her face to hide her sobs.

"911. What's your emergency?" The female dispatcher asked.

"911? Yeah, I need the paramedics. It's at 2040 Palm Circle. My grandpa..."

Jake's grandpa grabbed his wrist causing him to drop the phone.

"Sir, what's your emergency?"

"Grandpa."

"You two have to get away from here."

"Sir, can you hear me?"

"Please. Listen. Go to the island."

"Sir, paramedics are on their way."

"Find Emerson. The postcard. Go to the loop. September 3rd, 1943."

"It's okay. Just don't move. There's an ambulance coming."

"I know you think I'm crazy."

Odette shook her head, denying the supposed fact. She never thought he was crazy and actually enjoyed listening to his stories.

"But the bird will explain everything. Will you do this, Tygrysku? Will you both do this? Promise me?"

"I promise, yes."

"I thought I could protect you both. I should have told you years ago. I should have helped you remember."

"Grandpa. Tell me what? Grandpa!" Jake slumped when he heard his grandfather take his last breath.

Odette did her best to calm herself but it was all too much and sobbed loudly.

They glanced over at the rustling of the trees that were nearby.

Jake could see a tall, faceless creature towering over numerous tree branches.

Odette could see the negative energy coming off of said creature.

She reached over for Jake, holding his arm, the shadows slowly made their way around the two but disappeared when Shelley ran in front of the two.

"Shelley, behind you!" Jake shouted.

The woman fired her weapon and the creature ran off.

-

The police arrived soon after and the two were asked the standard questions, "Did you see who did this?" "Was there someone your grandpa didn't get along with?" "Do you have any idea why this may have happened?" etc, etc.

The police tried to separate the two teens to question them further but they weren't allowing that to happen, it was fairly obvious that the police were getting tired of this and eventually gave up.

Later that night, the two teens and Shelley were brought to the station for more questioning.

Around this time, a sketch artist arrived, asking for a description of the attacker.

Jake was the only one to provide the details which made the police laugh because what he described was a monster, something similar to what a child would imagine.

"A monster certainly couldn't have done this." They were told which annoyed them more than anything.

-

Odette overheard a few of the cops "joking" about this whole thing.

"Are we really going to believe this? I mean seriously, a gigantic faceless monster in a business suit did this? Killed, no- no "supposedly murdered" that crazy bastard. For all we know they could just be high." He laughs.

A couple of the cops beside him chuckled, one at least had the "decency" to try and hide her laughter.

Odette glared at the officers, sensing one of them was going through a life changing event, another felt slightly guilty, and the last one was amused.

The slightly guilty officer slapped the amused one's shoulder, shaking her head at him.

The amused one aka the joker, turned to see Odette and walked towards her. "Sorry kid. I was just joking, you know how it goes."

She stood up, "no, I don't know how it goes because I don't joke about people's loved ones dying. I'm not stupid enough to do something like that-"

"That is not the way you should speak to an officer."

"Oh really? How should I talk to an officer who disrespects my friend's loss. He lost the most amazing man that he got to call grandpa, someone I considered family, as he does- did... As he did. None of this is funny."

"Alright, I hear ya. Now if you could just sit down-"

She pushed his hand off her shoulder, "No! Don't touch me!"

"Odette! Odette!" Irene burst through the police station doors.

"Mom!" Odette ran towards her mom, slamming into her, holding her tight.

Irene sighed in relief, holding her daughter closer.

-

Odette and Jake sat in the laundry room.

Jake sat on top of the dryer, trying to find some games to help distract him.

Odette sat on the floor reading a slightly older book titled, "Little Women". She was in the mood for something different compared to her normal crime mystery and horror genres. She didn't get the same thrill she used to get when reading those genres.

The two couldn't bring themselves to go to the funeral and just sat there, enjoying each other's presence.

It was sometime after the funeral, Jake's family wanted to go through his grandfather's things and get rid of whatever they didn't need, the sooner the better seemed to be their motto at the moment.

Jake brought Odette with him, seeing as they were the only two who cared about the man.

They sat in his former bedroom, looking at pictures and maps. All of the things he showed them when he told them stories from his past.

Taking a break the two sat beside one another.

"You still having nightmares?" She wrote on a notepad, holding it for Jake to see.

He nods.

"Screaming?"

He nods again.

"Did they get you a mouth guard?"

He chuckles, "yeah, it still has that weird new taste though."

"Ew."

"Yeah."

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"What they declare your grandpa's death as?"

"The pack of feral dogs thing."

She nodded. "You believe them?"

"I don't know."

"Heard you lost your favorite job."

"They don't like it when you can't get out of your house, you know since you actually have to be there to do the job."

"Their loss. They lost the best employee they could have had."

"Right."