#Thigs said once

[elcinerevelado]

Imágenes de la cuarta sesión de la VI edición de El Cine Rev[b]elado, Things said once, de Esperanza Collado, más encuentro posterior con los comisarios Natalia Piñuel y Enrique Piñuel, y presentación del fanzine en formato cómic de la performance.

Fotografías Susana Ponce. Cortesía del Museo CA2M

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Gonna bake bread and THEN make mac n cheese. Might go crazy and do some laundry. Will definitely go crazy and do some dishes. Fuck yeah.

[koolades-world]

Hihihihi, in case ya remember me, im the Pain-sensitive anon, and in case i will request again remember me as BigS, because my requests are as big as my S, but enough about that.

Poor you, so many requests. Drink water, be stronger that those 637181 requests, don't let them kill you!!!

But im here to torture you with another one~

So i have an album with 3814 Asmodeus screenshots(I FKIN LOVE MY BOYFRIEND!!!), and i had an idea "dam, if Asmo became real, it would be very hard to explain why i have 4k pics with him... " So here is request!

Brothers, finding out that MC's new hyperfixation is... them?

Apparently MC is neurodivergent or something like that, and as many neurodivergent ppl, they have a hyperfixation! They just randomly becoming very interested in something specific and collect stuff with it, talk with everyone about it, and remember every single detail about it! Like Levi with TSL.

But one day, brothers realise that MC stopped talking about their past fixation and was less interested with it. They think that "Oh, they probably just found something new!". But one day, they take MC's phone just to find that... They have a giant album in their gallery that is dedicated only to him????

The album has every photo he posted on Devilgram, every photo that he send MC, some unique photos that MC shooted themselves, even some chat screenshots with times when he said something cute to them! They even was photographing thigs that "reminds of him". Like some cheeseburger with "Beel vibes", Blue flower that "Looks like Luci" or gorgeous mannequin that "feels like Asmo".

If its someone like Asmo, he would also notice thta MC started buying their fanclub's merch! Like "Asmo lover #1" shirt or "Lucifer best man!!"cup(Luci is very popular, he probably also has some fanclubs! i hate this guy tho)

I think Levi and Mammon would die from embarrassment. Asmo would die out of happiness and Satan with Luci will try to pretend like thay never saw that. and idk about other ones. :P

I think that would make a cute fluff and a very scary situation if it was real uwu

Thats all

Have a nice dayyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

-BigS aka.AlgophobicDude

hey! great to hear from you again :)

haha thank you! been slowly knocking out requests one at a time and let me tell you it's a lot more fun than it might look haha

i wrote this while wearing a pink cowboy hat. i just wanted to share that

you got it! enjoy!!

Mc with a hyperfixation on the brothers

Lucifer

is this a human thing?

he's happy to indulge you as long as you're not too loud about it out in public

especially please don't share those pictures with anyone, like mammon. he will sell those, especially the ones he only intends for you. please

he's happy you don't hate him, actually. you make this old man very happy haha

Mammon

he would never tell you, but he's also got a photo album dedicated to you

also has a note on his D.D.D. full of all the things he never said to you but hopes to be brave enough to one day to tell you

he doesn't tell you he's got that though, not in a million years

he really loves that you're hyperfixated on him because that just means you care about him just as much as he cares about you

Levi

as expected, he's very flustered

he knows what it's like to have a little blorbo and he would give anything to be able to see them daily in person and live with them

he's over the moon once he realizes this and despite his embarrassment, he pushed through to spend more time with you

he's so dedicated <3

Satan

he's probably the most puzzled

he's always learning new things about humans even when he thought he knew everything

he knows and trusts you so from time to time, he'll take a picture with you in mind that he knows will remind you of him

all in all, he does think it's a little strange but won't stop you since he's never seen you happier

Asmo

like they said, you're literally about to become the number one member of his fanclub!

lucky for you, once he finds your asmo photo album, he's feeding into your hyperfixation

you get lots of exclusive privileges, such as early morning selfies and all his merch for free, including prototypes

he's always ready to pose for a picture for you. every side is his good side!

Beel

he's a little confused but he's happy to make you happy

he listened to you talk about your hyperfixations the most beside levi so he's quick to pick up on this shift

to make you happy, he decides to make a handmade adult bib just for you haha and at first he's a little sad but then he finds it while digging for your snack stash

you've never worn it once because it's hanging in your closet next to your fancy outfits <3

Belphie

you what? is his initial reaction

from the outside, it seems like it doesn't bother him or that he could care less

but, on the inside, he's elated since he thought after how he tricked you, you'd never want to be close to him again

now, you're the very thing that makes you excited to wake up every morning by his side

[st7rnioioss]

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chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: teeny tiny angst, swearing, smut!!!, oral fem!receiving, p in v, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 1.3k

a/n: hii everyoneee. i really really like this song, and like the whole story behind it. thought it would be fitting for a fic teehee.

summary: You had gotten together with Chris 10 months ago. This relationship was a two-way mirror. Chris only saw one side of the relationship, whereas you saw two. But of course, this was a one way street, so it only went downhill after you had gotten together.

GUYS I CANNTO WRITE ORAL HELP😭 sorry

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Gimme all your love so I can fill you up with hate

Your POV

“Chris, I think we should end this relationship. This is not working out, you know I’m looking for a future with you! I can’t believe you’re being so selfish!” I spat, heavy tears running down my already-soaked cheeks. Chris looked nowhere near bothered. His hands were in the pockets of his stupid Cherry LA sweatpants. His face fell.

“Love, I told you this when we got together. As I said, there is nothing good underneath my appearance, I warned you. It’s not my fault that you thought you could change me.” he looked frustrated, his brows furrowed.

I couldn’t believe him. He had seemed so changed after a few months of dating, but apparently he wasn’t. I gave him all my love, yet he’s filling me up with nothing but hate.

“Chris, I think you need to leave. Now.” my voice lowered and broke a couple times in that sentence. 

“Come back tomorrow and grab your things, please,” I sniffed, adjusting the strap of my tank top that had fallen off from my frustration. Chris was staring at me. He seemed surprised by what I had just told him, which made me even more mad at him. So selfish. 

After a bit of hesitation, Chris left my apartment in a heap with a small pat on my shoulder. 

Chris’s POV

With a pat on her back, I was out. 

From the beginning of this relationship, situationship may be more fitting, I knew she wanted to change me, and she was sure she could. I knew she couldn’t. No one can. But what I also know, is that she would always hold a special place in my heart. I do love her, I’m just not in for anything serious or long-term, which she has made clear a bunch of times she is.

I made my way out of her driveway. Suddenly I hated this car. Where she was once sitting, laughing at my stupid jokes, pulling me in to kiss her, going through a drive-thru, was now a heavy silence. I was shattered. It didn’t feel real. 

Time skip

I was staring at the ceiling, lying in my empty, cold, bed. I couldn’t believe I managed to fuck up this bad. I truly did love her, it was just the commitment that scared me to death. The effort you have to put into a long-term relationship.

And of course, as I’m lying here, the memories start flooding over me, and I did nothing to stop it.

Flashback, third person POV

“Chris, stop! What the fuck are you doing!” she laughed loudly, running onto the damp grass in the backyard. He giggled, trying to throw another cup of water onto her but failed miserably.

“You’re ass! At least try, Chris!” she teased, making her way to the blanket that was spread across the grass. She stumbled over a few pillows, a squeal leaving her lips as she fell over. 

He was hovering over her in no time, looking down at her as he poured the water onto her.

“Oh, that was a good one,” he laughed, leaning down between her legs on the floral blanket,

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork, Chris. I’m wearing a white shirt.” she lowered her voice and tucked a piece of drenched hair behind her ear.

“That’s the point,” he almost whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle but desperate kiss.

“I love you, Chris,” she whispered with a cheesy smile, running a hand through his wet hair.

Her smile faded as there was no response.

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Flashback, Chris POV

Her legs were propped up on my shoulders, head in the pillow, my hands wrapped around her thighs.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, okay?” I mumbled, ducked my head into her pussy. She was glistening with arousal already.

“Chris please- I need you so bad,” she whimpered, bucking her hips forward, up to my face. I teasingly flicked my nose against her clit, slowly licking a stripe up her folds.

“Oh my god. Stop teasing me,” she whined, intertwining her fingers with my hair. I held her hips down, keeping her in place from escaping my grasp.

So I stopped teasing. Sticking my tongue into her, I earned a loud moan from her. I’ll never get tired of that, it’s like music to my ears.

“You gotta be quiet for me, baby. You don’t want Matt or Nick to hear, right? I promise, I’ll let you scream all you want later,” I chuckled darkly, going back to sucking on her clit gently, earning a few more, attempted muffled, moans from her, making my head spin.

“Please go faster,” she panted, tugging at my hair. She knew it made me go crazy when she did that. In return I let out a groan, making her hips grind against my face. 

Again, I slowly licked up her folds, sticking my tongue back into her pussy, purposely rubbing my nose against her sensitive clit. I tried my best not to grind my hips into the bed, but her moans alone turned me so much on.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew she was impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Turn around for me,” I murmured, standing up to take off my sweatpants and boxers. There she was, lying on the bed in front of me, her back facing me.

“Good. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” I said as I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips to position her ass up in the air.

She nodded silently, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Now, try to be quiet,” I snickered, aligning myself with her soaked pussy. Slowly, I slid into her, groaning as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I whined, pulling out before thrusting back into her. A few lewd moans escaped her lips, elbows shaking as she fell face-forward into the pillows.

My hands were gripping her hips tightly, speeding up my thrusts as I felt her clench around me.

“Chris, I’m- I’m close. Please-” she moaned. My fingers found their way to her mouth, sticking two fingers in.

“You heard me. Be- be quiet,” I stuttered, keeping my fast pace, the only sounds filling the room being the squelching from her dripping pussy and the occasional quiet whimpers and moans from our both. 

“I- Chris,” she whined quietly, cum slowly covering my cock as she reached her climax. 

I didn’t stop my thrusts, in fact, I sped up. Her back arched, falling completely forward as I kept going.

“You can take it. I know you can,” I groaned, feeling my own orgasm approaching. Tightly, I gripped her hair, pulling her face up to look at herself in the mirror beside the bed. I could tell she was close again.

“I want you to look at me when you cum for a second time,” that was a lie. I wanted to look at her. Her fucked out expression made me go fucking insane.

It didn’t take me long to finish inside her.

End flashback.

Your POV, present time.

I was shattered. I really did love Chris. A lot. And now he’s gone, possibly forever. Well, not until he picks up his things from my apartment.

I had spent the rest of the afternoon on my couch, eating a shit ton of ice cream, and watching the movies me and Chris never got to finish... That’s another story.

He hadn’t texted me all day since I told him to go home. I mean it made sense, but he always texted me whenever he got home.

What if he went out? Is he hurt? Did attend a party? Is he also crying on his couch? Sleeping?

All the thoughts circling my head gave me a headache. I settled on going to sleep on the couch, trying to sleep the thoughts, and pain, away.

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a/n: byeee i hope this isn't ass LMAOFOO. if you couldnt tell i hate writing smut, its jujst so eughhh. i hope it was bearable

taglist: @chrissgirlsstufflsstuff @leah-loves-lilies @toriiniie @lacysturniolo @ukiyosturniolo @iluvmattyb @ratatioulle @luv4lanadelrey @emma4eva @ilovebenjamin @pettydollie (lmk if u want to be added!)

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Redbull gives you orgasms - Mike Schmidt x reader

Moving in with your boyfriend was a no-brainer. Abby loved you, Mike loved you, and well it was easier to split the rent two ways. The only problem was with the sleep schedule. Your partner was an absolute early bird. Even with his sleep experiments, he still managed to wake up at 6 AM sharp to get his sister ready. And 99.9 of those days you'd murmur a ''Goodbye Mike, love you'' into the pillow and fall asleep. If it wasn't for your job, you would be a total night owl. There were instances where you'd wake up at 3 just to jolt down a good idea you had. Thankfully, once Mike was asleep, there was no waking him. Him falling asleep was a completely different matter. And you were gonna find that out soon through the magic of ... public holidays.

That's right public holidays. You were gonna take a break, finally, and spend some quality time with Abby, maybe even get to help Mike find some better job options. But before that, you had to work extra hard and prepare posts for the time you'd be gone. You were stressed, and overloaded on free coffee and sugary snacks. By the end of the day, all was good. You handed over some tasks to your more senior colleagues and headed home. Grabbing groceries on the way, you were even given a sample of a new redbull flavor. You grabbed a few of those for your boyfriend and were finally ready to relax.

But Mike had other plans. He looked dejected, so you figured that the meeting with Jane didn't go well. "I'll take the night shift job tomorrow."

"If you're sure. Well, let's have an early dinner then.". After you all ate and the two of you made sure Abby was in bed, it was finally time to sleep as well. You had a bit of chit chat with Mike, nothing too heavy. He was just about to drift off, putting you through the usual routine when he noticed how restless you were. You were tossing and turning, bouncing your leg under the covers. Then came the pillow adjusting, cover moving. Afterwards you went to the bathroom. Then grabbed water. Then the bathroom again.

"Sweetheart, please. " Mike said, his voice groggy. "Did I wake you, shit. I'm sorry, thought you already dozed off." you replied.

"I can go on the couch?" You suggested.

"No, just come here. I'm so used to you that I can't fall asleep without you here anyway. Your work trips fuck me up." he replied. "I'll fix you right up, I'm a sleep expert after all."

You laid down and let him "fix you". First he moved you to the side, then he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began to kiss your neck.

"Mike." you moaned.

"Shhh. I need you to not turn off your brain. Just focus on what I'm doing to you and think only about that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"You just nodded. He continued kissing you, but now he was also touching your chest. Squeezing your breasts, gently pulling on your nipples. You were getting wet and he knew it. He slipped his hand in your panties, and started rubbing on your clit.

"You're so needy for me. Can't wait to see you let go for me.". You moved your hips to bring him closer to you. But instead of giving in, he slipped a finger in you, then a second.

"Feels so good, so so good.". You felt him get hard against your ass. You reached out a hand to help him out, but he gently moved it away.

"Shh, I have it all planned out. But since you wanna spoil your surprise." His fingers were still inside you. He first undid the buttons on his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Then he moved your panties to the side and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. But then gasped when you felt his dick in-between your thigs, rubbing against your wet folds. Not only that, but his fingers were back on your clit. You were done for.

"I know you wanna cum for me, but can you hold it for just a little bit. I want us to do it together. Don't worry, I won't last long with your perfect pussy all wet for me like this."

"Please, just a bit more, just the tip. Need you inside me again."

"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart.". With that Mike slid the head of his cock inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, allowing himself 2 thrusts. Reluctantly he pulled away continued humping you.

"Come on sweetheart, let's cum together." You didn't need a second to think about it. Using your last functional braincell, you "aimed" Mike's cock, so he came on your stomach. When you were a bit more coherent, you gathered the cum and licked it away. There was no way you were gonna leave that on the sheets. You turned to kiss Mike, but saw he was fast asleep. Guess reading that sleep book did have its benefits.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright! And here’s part 2 of ‘Blood As Green As Her Eyes’. It’s basically just smut and fluff. I tried to do a few different things to mix it up a bit so I hope it’s good. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’ll be working on your prompts and the next chapter of ‘Worth It’. And if anyone of you have any prompts for anyone on my masterlist then send me a prompt to my inbox or DM me. You can also DM me just to chat as well! Also if anyone wants a part 2 to any one shot I do, then feel free to ask for that as well!

Blood As Green As Her Eyes - Part 2

Warnings: SMUT, lots of fluff

Words: 2.5k

You pull up in Melissa’s driveway, get out of your car and walk up to the door and knock. Melissa answers and pulls you inside, kicks the door closed and pushes you up against it. She kisses you passionately and then roughly and it makes you gasp, and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth. You moan into her mouth and she pulls back but still has her body pressed up against you.

“Did you avoid touching yourself like I asked you too?” She asks you and you nod. “Hmm, that’s my good girl.” She says to you and your knees buckle at that, she smirks at you and helps hold you up. She then lifts you up and carries you with your legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her neck and brings you upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside her room, she kicks the door closed and pins you up against it. She roughly attacks your neck with kisses and sucks on it and you moan. “Remind me y/n, what was it you said earlier? That you wanted someone to dominate you?” She asks and you nod. She brings you over to the bed and places you down then straddles your hips. “That you wanted to feel my lips all over you.” She continues and takes your shirt and bra off then leaves kisses all over your chest and stomach. She spends some time on your nipples until you buck your hips. “What else did you want?”

“I also wanted to know what your breasts look like.” You told her and she smirks then removes her shirt but leaves her bra on.

“How much time have you spent imagining what my breasts look like?” She asks you.

“I lost count.” You told her and she smiles then unclips her bra and takes it off.

“Do they live up to your expectations?” She asks you and your eyes go wide at the sight of them.

“They surpass it, cause this is real.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Go on, do what you want to them.” She tells you and you stick your hands up and play with her breasts. You’re very nervous right now as you spent a lot of time imagining this very thing, not just her breast but all of it, feelings reciprocated, having sex with her. She huffs at you treading lightly then pulls you up to suck on her breasts, you moan before you attach your mouth to her nipple. So you really do want to be dominated, if your moan to her telling you what to do is anything to go by. She pushes you back down after you’re done with both of her nipples.

“Oof” springs out of your mouth as you land on the bed after the push.

She takes off the rest of your clothing and then she gets something from underneath the bed and puts it on the nightstand. She then takes off the rest of her clothing and goes to sit back on the bed. “So I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me cum with that amazing mouth of yours and then I’ll give you everything you’ve fantasised about ok?” She tells you and you nod.

She then goes up the bed, sits right above your mouth, grabs the headboard and then lowers her pussy on your mouth. You do one lick of her entrance and you both moan. She tastes amazing and you want more. You keep licking her and she eventually starts riding your face as she’s getting close. You move to her clit and she gasps, you go to put a finger in her entrance but she slaps it away.

“I said with your mouth.” She tells you sternly. You continue licking and sucking her clit with your mouth and tongue, and she grabs your hair. You end up having to hold her thighs as she continues riding your face to the point where you can’t breathe at some points. “Oh my god! Y/n! Yes! Make me come!” She screams and you look up at her and you become breathless at the sight above you. She has one hand in your hair and the other holding the headboard, her mouth open, eyes closed and head slightly down from the pleasure. Her tits moving with every shake she does and every attempt to ride your face. Her stunning ginger locks falling down her body like a perfect river. She then opens her eyes and gasps as she comes. Her juices falling out of her and in your mouth and on your chin.

She gets off of your face and goes down to your hips again. She’s breathing hard but then sees your face and she leans down to lick all the juices from your chin. She then goes to kiss you and both moan at that. You get to taste her tongue and her pussy at the same time and she tastes herself on you and that makes her feel good, knowing you’re hers.

“Now I believe in your fantasies, you kept saying you wanted to feel, not see.” She says and then she goes and puts a blindfold over your eyes and you whine. You want to keep seeing her amazing body and she laughs at your whine. She then starts kissing your neck, then trails down to your chest, spending time on your nipples, then trailing down your stomach, making sure to leave kisses all over. She then goes down and skips right over your pussy and goes to kiss your legs. You whine as she skips over where you want her the most, and you don’t see but she smirks. You then feel her move her body and she grabs your thighs. “Now to make you mine.” She says and before you say anything, her mouth is licking your pussy.

You gasp and moan at every lick she does. You’re just dripping at this point and she moves to your clit and you buck your hips. She pins you down with one hand then moves the other to slide a finger in your entrance. You gasp at the feel of her inside you and she inserts another.

“How does it feel when I’m inside you?” She asks you and you moan.

“It feels so good.” You moan out and she smiles. She goes back down to your clit and you reach out and her hair. You both know you can easily take the blindfold off as your hands are free but you obey with what she wants. Your legs start shaking and you try to buck your hips but she’s still pinning you down. “Melissa! I’m so close! I want to come!” You beg her and you feel her smirk against your clit. Before you come, she pulls out of you and pulls her mouth back from her clit and you whine and pull the blindfold off from shock. She tsk at you and you knew that was a mistake.

“You were supposed to keep that on.” She tells you. “Now you need a punishment.” She adds and before you think about her words fully, she moves up and puts her legs against your arms, effectively trapping them against your body. She then inserts a finger in herself and you’re forced to watch as she gasps and slides it and out of her entrance. You want to be able to finger her yourself and you whine as you’re watching her do it to herself instead. “You want to be the one doing this to me, don’t you?” She asks you and you nod. “Only good girls get too.” She tells you and she moans as she fucks herself, you start squirming under her.

“I can be good.” You attempt lamely and she looks at you. “Another chance? Please.” You whine.

“Ok, but only because I’ve been dreaming of you fingering me for so long.” She tells you and she frees one hand of yours. She pulls her finger out and you slide one in. “Hmm, you feel good inside me. Go faster!” She commands you and you obey. “Add another one.” She says and you obey again and slide another finger in. She gasps out and starts bucking her hips. There’s not much you can do to stop her moving her hips as your other hand is trapped. She then puts her hands on her breasts and plays with them for added pleasure. And that’s when you realise that you’re still being punished, just in a different way. “Rub my clit with your thumb.” She gasps out and you do as you’re told. She gasps and leans forward. She moves her hands off her breasts and puts them to keep herself hoisted above you, your mouths centimetres apart. “Tell me you’re mine and no one else’s.” She half whines and half commands.

“I’m yours.” You say without a second thought. “I’m nobody else’s.” You tell her and she let out a whimper from the amount of pleasure. You curl your fingers inside of her and she gasps loudly as she comes again.

She catches her breath and you squirm underneath her again. She’s already come twice and she denied you an orgasm. She smiles then gets off of you and goes to put on a strap on. Your eyes go wide and she smirks at your expression. She also grabs something else from her box of toys but you don’t see what it was, and then she gets back on the bed in between your spread out legs. She goes to lean over you again, your faces close as she puts the hand with the hidden object to your clit. You suddenly hear a vibration and then puts it on your clit and you let out a gasp and buck your hips.

“Need you wet again.” She tells you and she turns up the frequency to the max. Seconds later your legs are shaking and you’re whimpering. You know she’s going to pull it away before you come again. Lo and behold she does. She waits a few seconds for you to calm down your close orgasm and then slides the dildo in you without warning and you gasp. She starts sliding it in and out of you and you begin to moan.

She goes faster and you begin moaning and gasping like crazy. She begins kissing and sucking your neck and upper chest and leaves a crazy amount of hickeys. She slides a hand in between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. You start moving your hips in time with hers and she starts moaning. The dildo is rubbing against her clit and you moving your hips makes it go harder.

“Omg! Yes! You’re mine and only mine!” She starts yelling out and you moan, she looks at you as she says the next part. “Not Nicole’s, not that stupid girl from the club.” She says and it makes her move her hips harder and you wrap your legs around her waist. “Yes, your legs will only be wrapped around me. No one else will know what it’s like to have you.” She says and circles your clit faster. She did warn you that she’s gonna take her jealousy out on you and she’s not holding back. She then removes your legs that are wrapped around her and then sits up a bit. She grabs your hips and starts pounding into you hard and fast.

“Omg! I’m gonna come! Please let me come!” You beg her and she’s close too.

“Go on, scream out my name as you come for me.” She tells you.

You come immediately after. “OMG MELISSA!” You yell as you come and that makes her come as well. She pulls the dildo out of you as gently as she could and pulls it off of her and throws it somewhere. She then falls down beside you and you both catch your breath. You go and cuddle her and she wraps a hand around your back that your head is laying on, you put a leg around hers and she turns her body to you. She slips a leg between yours so that yours are spread a little bit and then she slips her other hand and rubs your thigh. You go to close your eyes as you’re completely relaxed. You then hear a buzzing sound and you shoot your eyes open and see Melissa smirking.

“Did you think I was done with you?” She asks and then puts the vibrator to your clit. You don’t go home all weekend.

You go to school limping a bit on Monday and everyone smirks as they see hickeys on both you and Melissa. And if they notice you teaching sex Ed in your classroom instead of doing gym as you can barely walk, then they don’t mention it.

You return home after school on Monday and your roommate Nicole is sitting on the couch watching tv. She turns to look at you and sees your neck and smirks.

“Well welcome home slut.” She teases you and you flip her off. She then sees you limping and she chuckles. “Wow, Melissa’s got stamina and moves.” She tells you and you laugh. “I can’t recall any other time you were limping after sex.”

“I can’t either, I was just as surprised as you.” You tell her and sit beside her on the couch. Just then you hear the doorbell ring and Nicole gets up and answers it.

“Oh, well hello Melissa.” She says and you perk your head up.

“Hi Nicole.” Melissa says and peaks her head in and sees you on the couch. Nicole moves over a bit and Melissa walks in and leans on the doorframe. “Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me, like right now?” She asks and you smile and Nicole laughs.

“With the number you did on her this weekend, I don’t think she’ll be able to walk into a restaurant.” Nicole says and goes to sit on the lazy boy. Melissa looks at you with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk.

“Nicole’s right.” You tell her and she grins.

“Well how about I make us dinner tonight, we can stay here.” She offers and you smile.

“I’d love that.” You tell her and she joins you on the couch. She wraps an arm around you and brings you in closer to her.

“So out of curiosity, who confessed their feelings first?” Nicole asks and you both look at her.

“Melissa did.” You blurt out and she whips her head at you.

“If I recall it was you.” She says and you roll your eyes.

“No, it was definitely you. You got jealous cause you thought Nicole and I were together.” You say and Nicole scoffs.

“Why does everyone think we’re together? I’m straight and have a boyfriend for fuck sakes.” Nicole complains and you both laugh at her.

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into you (l.at) TEASER

lee anton x fem reader | fluff | angst | smut | college!au | fake dating | ex friends to lovers | slowburn | mutual pining | anton is kind of an idiot.

teaser wc: 1.8k | full fic wc: est. 15k

RELEASE DATE: friday, march 1st

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this is all too much. anton used to like you? how come he never said anything? you excused yourself from his parents, and made your way to the kitchen. 

“hey mom, i’m a little tired so im gonna head upstairs.” you walk in to her drying and putting away dishes, while anton washes them. he looks over you, noticing the tone in your voice along with the look on your face wasn’t because of fatigue, but that something was wrong. 

“okay baby, let me know if you need anything.” she walks to the end of the kitchen island where you were standing, giving you a hug goodnight. “anton, why don't you go with y/n upstairs? it's getting late, and I can finish up in the kitchen.” she turns from you to look at the boy scrubbing away at a pot, and he stops dead in his tracks at her words. 

“i was just going to head back with my parents once we finished,” he starts, looking at your mom and then at you, not wanting to intrude. he did want to talk to you, but he didn’t want to be in your space if you didn't want him there. 

“don't be silly, anton! you two are a couple and are old enough now, i don't have to separate you two” she laughs, and you and anton just stare at each other awkwardly. you were going to tell her to let it go, but because of the unique situation you two were in it was probably the best idea to follow your moms orders. you motion for him to follow you, you both saying goodnight to your mom and then to his parents. you’re walking towards the stairs to go to your room, when anton tells you that he’ll be back to get his bag out of his car.

while he grabs his things, you make your way up to your room. You leave the door open, just in case anton doesn't remember which room was yours. walking to your window, you open it and stick your head out so you can get some fresh air.

what a night, you’re thinking to yourself. you need to calm down. with what happened on monday and what antons parents were telling you earlier, you were just too in your head. too much was happening too fast. why was this affecting you so much? and with that you hear footsteps coming into your room and then a door closing.

“are you alright? you looked a little flushed downstairs” the soft voice calls to you, and you know that its anton. 

you take a deep breath before turning to face him. “i'm fine. i am now, at least. I just kind of felt bad for lying right in my mom and your parents' faces. I had to get away from them” your voice is low while you speak, looking to the floor once again to avoid his eyes. he takes note of your body language, seeing that you’re a bit tense and awkward now but he doesn’t want to pry. 

“If you want i can sleep on the floor,” he’s placing his bag on the chair by your desk, grabbing something to change into for bed. 

“no, that's too uncomfortable. You can sleep on the bed” you say it in a way where its clear there's no room for debate, and he nods. 

anton would never admit it to you, but he found you severely intimidating. even when you two were younger, he was always intimidated by you. you carried yourself well, you didn’t take bullshit from anyone, always got your way, and you were stubborn. he was surprised your personalities didn't clash, he felt like you wouldn't want to be friends with someone like him. but truthfully that's what brought you two together. it was like fire and ice, you were the fire and he was the ice to cool you down.

but with being the ice, he was too scared to touch you in fear that he would melt. 

another week passes by, and you feel like you were going insane. You don't know what it is, but every time you see anton, your heart starts racing, your face heats up along with the rest of your body. 

when he holds your hand or rests his hand on your thigh when you two were out with friends, you had to keep your composure to the best of your ability. especially when he would subconsciously  graze his thumb across the back of your hand, the action small and going unnoticed to the naked eye, but feeling too intimate for you and you would pull your hand away. 

the days that he would come over to your apartment or you would go to his dorm to hang out after classes, you found yourself feeling nervous. especially when you two were at your place, seeing him in your room and in your bed had you feeling like jelly. sometimes he would fall asleep before you, and you wouldn’t wake him up. It would be late, and you would feel bad for waking him up and making him go back to his dorm. you were comfortable enough around him anyways to tell him to move, and he never slept too close to you throughout those nights. a deep part of you wished he did, though. but you don't want to think about crossing that path yet. 

a few more days passed, and on wednesday, you went with him to his swim practice so you two could go back to your apartment and order takeout once he was finished. you brought a book with you since you didn’t know much about swimming, and you wanted to keep yourself occupied while you waited. 

an hour of practice goes by and lets just say, not a single page of the book you brought with you was read. not like you would be able to focus on reading anyways, seeing how he swam in the water was a lot more entertaining than you thought. along with how he looked when he pushed himself out of the water, full body on display. His broad shoulders, his toned arms and stomach, the droplets of water dripping from his hair down his back, the way he throws his head back to move his hair out of his face-

wait a damn minute.

you needed to leave, feeling hot suddenly. were you really sitting here thirsting over anton? Of course, you always found him attractive. you would be silly if you didn't. But you never had any thoughts about him. and you don't want right now, in the campus pool, to be where you start. You walk down the bleachers, trying to think of an excuse of why you’re leaving the building.

“y/n? you leaving?” anton catches you before you could find him, you turn around to see him speed walking towards you and you almost let out a giggle seeing he hasn't taken his goggles off.

“It’s just kind of humid in here. i'm gonna sit outside until you finish, okay?” you clutch your bag a bit tighter, him standing wet and shirtless in front of you is making you nervous. He’s peering down at you, smiling lightly before he lets you know he’ll be out in around 30 minutes. 

you nearly trip on your way out, feeling refreshed once you finally escape the pool room air.

did you really want to date anton? you told yourself you didn't before, but now you weren't so sure. he was the full package, everything you could ask for in a guy. so there was really nothing stopping you. but you two were friends. 

he also used to like you back in grade school. key word: used to. What if he completely got over you and wouldn’t even think about dating you now? this was a tough situation, and you don't know how much longer you could keep this up with repressed feelings. 

after 10 more minutes of overthinking, you can feel a presence behind you so you quickly turn your body to see anton right behind you. 

“you ready?” he’s looking down at you again, hair slightly covering his eyes because of the beanie he wore. his body once again covered up by the baggy hoodie along with the black sweatpants he wore. You would never be able to guess how built he really was under the clothes he chose to wear.

you realize you might be staring a little too hard for a little too long so you give him a nod. “yeah, let's go” and he’s taking you by the hand while you follow him to his car.

 he drives you two to the nearest food place you guys could agree on. you two agree on getting wings for tonight, and then make your way to your apartment. once you enter, you see sky sitting in the living room. she gives you a look only you two would be able to understand, with anton right behind you.

sky greets you two, and anton greets her back while you take off your shoes and then make your way into the kitchen. you grab two sodas, and walk out to where anton was standing. he was usually a bit awkward around your apartment if you weren’t telling him where to go, too scared that he would touch something he shouldn’t. 

following you to your room with the food, anton shuts the door softly behind him. the boy was already in comfortable clothes, taking a shower before he left the locker rooms after practice and made sure that he brought something he wouldn't be uncomfortable in. You were still wearing a pair of jeans and a cute crop top under a zip up hoodie. 

“i'm gonna change in the bathroom, you can pull the food out and put something on the tv,” you tell the boy sitting on your bed, and he hums in response while you leave the room. walking over to the bathroom down the hall, you take this time to relax yourself. 

you quickly change into a pair of shorts and an old tshirt, and you walk further down the hall to the living room to quickly talk to sky. 

“are you fucking him tonight? let me know so i can put in my headpho- ow!” you pinched her arm before she could finish her sentence.  

“i am not fucking him! i just came out here to tell you that i'm gonna talk to him about it”

“okay, but if there's a change of plans let me know!”

truthfully you were going to tell him about your feelings, just not tonight. maybe friday, you got invited to a party that sohee was throwing at his frat and you know that anton will be there too.

you walk back into your room now, seeing the food laid out and a movie ready for you as you get situated next to anton on your bed. he put on some action movie, which was a genre you both equally enjoyed. being around anton was comfortable. you two were able to sit in silence, laugh, and talk without any judgments. 

This could either end really good or really, really bad.

A/N: excited to post this one, its not finished yet but its almost there! i got the idea for this fic from the proposal, one of my favorite movies. lmk what you guys think and if you want to be apart of the taglist :p

[luimagines]

A Kabedon Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2 will have Wind, Sky and Four.

Content under the cut!

Wind

“Wind, give it back!”

“Nope! You have to catch me!”

You huff, almost screaming in frustration before you turned to one of the older boys for help. “Can’t you get it back for me?”

They looked at you with sympathy but the growing smile on their face, no matter how smothered, was telling you that they found the whole thing amusing and weren’t going to help you anytime soon.

You stomped your foot in frustration, turning back to go chase after the pirate.

“Link!” You screech, trying to lose the distance once more. “Give it back to me!”

“Nah!” He laughs maniacally, dancing around your outstretched hand. “You’re going to have to take it from me.” 

You’ve just about had it. This direct attack wasn’t working. You’re going to have to outsmart him. And if you allowed yourself to think it, you were willing to bet that it wasn’t going to be that difficult.

You turned directions, going opposite to where Wind went and ran off. Some of the other called out your name in concern, thinking Wind might have pushed you too far. But Wind followed you instead.

“H-hey!... I’m sorry! Come back! We’re not supposed to go off alone.”

You didn’t listen and found yourself hiding amongst the trees as Wind called out your name time and time again.

You waited for him to come closer before you decided to go through your incredibly impulsive plan.

Wind called your name, sounding more concerned as the seconds passed. “Please don’t do this. It’s not safe! You know this.”

Just a little closer.....

Wind looked around, walking slowing as he searched for you. You crept around the trunk of the largest tree in the area, keeping your steps quieter than your breath.

You eventually found yourself behind him.

And you tackled him.

“Give it back!”

“AH GOD!”

You both tumbled through the fallen leaves. Limbs flew everywhere, each trying to get the upper hand. Somehow, you both got back to your feet amongst the chaos. You didn’t even have time to gin your footing again before you shoved him against the tree, trapping him between your arms.

“Got you!” You grinned, feeling incredibly proud of yourself.

Wind blinks owlishly at you, wide agape and slack jawed. His eyes search all around your face. It’s as if he’s found a bountiful treasure map but he unable to make sense of it.

You snatch your precious belonging out from under him and hold it up to his face. “I win.”

Wind gulps and lets himself sag. “....I guess you caught me...”

“I did!” You cheer and begin to head back to camp without another thought. ”Lets go.”

“...Right...” Wind follows you. “You had us worried for a second.”

“Well you shouldn’t give me a reason to worry you.” You’re not entirely sure what that means but it feels the right thig to say. Zelda said it once and you’ve been inclined to repeat every now and then. Zelda always wins the fights she’s in so it must be true. 

He started it. You just finished it.

Sky

“I can’t believe you.”

“I can believe me.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Well I do.”

You and Sky were walking back from the market with the bags of your spoils in hand. The banter was easy and companionship was appreciated, even if the progress was a bit slow.

“How are going to explain this to the others?” You sighs, shaking your head.

“Easy. Just say it was my idea.” Sky explains. “There’s no reason why you have to-”

“Stop talking.” A sound came from the left of you and you’re not willing to trust the maker of it.

“Rude.” Sky keeps talking anyway. “I’m just saying there’s no reason for you to deal with it when I’m willing to take full responsibly-”

“Yes, yes, my hero- shut up.” You wave your hands frantically, trying to get him to cooperate.

“I’m just saying-”

“Stop saying stuff!” You push him away into a nearby wall, thanking your lucky start you also managed to push him into an alley way. With your hands over his mouth and your body against his, you strain your ears for the footsteps that seem to steady come in your direction.

Thankfully, Sky finally gets the message.

The footsteps pass, but you’re not willing to let go of the young man next to you just yet. Just in case.

The seconds begin to pass and the footsteps fade away until you can’t hear them any more. You let out a short breath of relief and finally step away from Sky.

He also lets a breath out and goes to step away from the wall but you keep him pinned against it with a single finger. “Don’t even think about it.”

His eyes dilate and fixate on yours.

“You could have just costed us this entire trip.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Learn to take a hint.”

“...Sorry.” Sky gulps.

You huff and move away enough for Sky to peel himself from the wall at last. “Alright. We’re going to have to be quick about this now. It would only be a matter of time until they catch our scent and track down that we were here. Let’s go. We have to get to the others.”

You begin to walk away, taking the bags of groceries with you as you go. When you turn to see the young man, you find that he’s still close to the alley way, having not moved much since you puled away.

Annoyed at his behavior, you charge back over to where he is and take his hand. “Are you sleep again?” You tease. “Come on. We have to hurry.”

Sky coughs, finally picking up speed to match yours. His grip tightens around the other bag in his hand. “Right...”

Four

That’s it!

You had had it.

This boy. His smug nature. His arrogant demeanor. The way he teased, and teased and teased. The thought makes your blood boil from your frustrations alone.

He was such a pain in the neck. And yet he only showed this side to you. It was annoying. He was annoying.

You’d show him.

You’d show him once and for all.

You didn’t to wait long for your plan to be put into motion. When the group was out walking for the next leg of the journey, you knew that he would single you out just to see you blush and fluster until your words failed you. But not this time. This time you were going to swallow your pride and show him what for!

You tried to keep your walking speed where the people behind you be far enough away to buy you time but you weren’t walking fast enough to run into the people ahead of you.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Four smiles next to you. “I hope the weather stays nice. I would like to think that maybe nothing bad is happening when the day is as cheerful as this.”

You bite your lip, moving close to him. He doesn’t notice and he moves with the flow, keeping the same space between you both.

“I was hoping to walk by you again.” There it is. “You are my favorite person here.”

Darn it! So strong and right out the gate to boot. You can feel your cheeks heat up, but force yourself to swallow it down. You step closer again, pushing him further off the trail. “Thank you.”

Four nods, sending you a bright and cheery smile. The jerk. “That being said, I was wondering about the next time we get into town. We would need to get more food and supplies, obviously. But I want to go see if there’s worth noting. And I’m not talking about information gathering. Would you mind being my companion for that?”

You feel the words die in your throat. “Mhm.”

“Great!” Four beams. “Awesome!”

You can feel yourself flustering more. That’s not fair! You had a plan! you can’t back out now.

You growl and push Four against a nearby tree. The action takes the boy by surprise. Good. You wanted that to happen.

Four’s eyes get blown wide as he registers how the space between you has vanished nearly in its entirety. Slowly, his face also begins to turn a lovely shade of pink. His eyes meet yours and he swallows. “Hey-”

“Shut up.” You’re breathing a little harder than you want to admit but you carry on. “Stop being annoying charming. Stop disarming me. Stop attacking my brain with your offhanded comments. I can’t take being struck stupid every time you so much as open your mouth. It’s my turn.”

You push him closer to the tree, making sure you’re chest to chest, emphasizing your size difference. “Do you know how frustrating it is to have to deal with your dazzling smile or your pretty perfect eyes or knowing that you’re easily the smartest person here and yet you use your incredible intelligence to toy with me.”

“I’m nOt.” Four squeaks.

“Well you have some end goal!” You frown.

“I don’t.”

“Shush!” You can feel yourself slipping. “Not another peep! I’ll go with you into the town but by the three, I’m not playing this game!”

Four nods hastily. His jaw clenches but he finds himself only staring into your eyes.

“Ok, good. Glad we’re in agreement then.” You pull back, feeling the shame of your impulsiveness creep up your neck. “Now if your excuse me...”

You skitter away, leaving Four by himself against the tree.

Four puts his hand over his heart and slowly lowers himself to the forest floor. His swallows hard and stares into the space where you just where. He’s still not entirely sure what happened, but he finds himself unable to think about anything other than the way you looked as you pinned him there.

Part 3

[depressed-cookie-dough]

Amm hii my first ever public brain thought i have these often but yee i didn't see much of lyney so i took it out to try and write something about him ^^...

What would people say now, when the the representative of Inazuma is being so drunk

How did you get here you you don't know ether you really wanted to see him and plus he said you can come to see him anytime you want so no harm is done here right, at least that is what you tell yourself.

As you opened tent he was in you slowly walked to his sleeping form it would be be shame to wake him.. And you jumped on him.As he jolts awake he panics a bit but sees its you and instinctively hugs you back "well hello mon chérie";"hii, and i told you to not call me that if you don't tell what it means" he only giggles at that of course you could ask someone in city or court what it meant but you afraid someone is going to make fun of you after all you were one of most respected person in city of Fontane and that that is why you shouldn't be here even worse drunk as you are now, honestly you just wanted a little escape from your thoughts thinking of him all day so it was better idea to get drunk and actually see him great life choices, "soo ~ why did you come here to see me not that i mind". "honestly idk i just want to see you"

L:ou is that so, soo what do you want to do

Y:honestly i don't know i just want to spend time with you so anything is fine

L: wanna go around the festival ground i think i can turn merry go round for a little bit

Your eyes sparked as you tug him out tent

Y:What are we wait for lets goo

He only watched you amused honestly you are such different person out of court house so lively and energetic noting like that reserved figure. He got his hat and cape which looked really funny on his pj but he still looked good god he always does dose he. After walking a bit you got there at first it was nothing special but once he got it light up it was beautiful you quickly rushed to it sitting on one of horses, lyney slowly got to your side holding one of support bars for his safety. You laugh and giggled whole time

L:you know i prefer you like this happy with honest laughter

You turned your head to look at him but because of amount of alcohol you had your head spined and start falling forword he rushed to catch you

L:hey carful we don't want you to get hurt

You crashed your head on his chest as he try to keep you on the house

L"See i told you to be careful you could gotten hu.. "

" you smell nice" your drunk ass said would you hate yourself for it if sober YES, are you now proud of it also yes. He stares for a second as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further it his neck

L "hey hey slow down there that pa it sensitive"

"is it now" you kissed it congratulations you might fucked up your friend.. And he moaned never mind you don't care

"OUU that much sensitive ~" as you smirked and looked at him you could swear his eyes were beginning for more

L"i don't know how much you drink but you are not acting like your self maybe i should take you home "

And ou boy did you not like the idea you wanted to stay with him so as any saint person you hugd him with your legs too

" no, home is lonely, here with you better "

He soften his eyes at your wish but still wanted to do right thig after all you had a couple of drinks so your not thinking straight and he didn't want to use that

L "i can stay with you in your room until you fell asleep"

As soon as that left his mouth your was back in his neck this time tho you took small bite enough tho for lyney to grabs your hair and yeests it backwards.Now he did want to scold you but look in your eyes that begged him to continue just a bit more made him question his decisions.. But too late for that now because he was slowly closeing distance between you

As his lips touched yours there was feeling of addiction right behind he want to be slow with you to give you chance to back away, ou but you had other plans as you made him physically not able to get closer to you as he is now and it surely didn't help how you grinded on him. He groaned softly this is not okay he needs to stop you before he can't himself

L"Cheri you really need to stop and get your head clear "

But you didn't like that idea and wanted to continue but this time he read you and firmly grabbed your chin and spoke in most serious voice he ever used

L" salope now i believe i told stop now be good little bitch and stay still "

And boy you did was that all that can make you stay put just one degrading word and you are done you wanted to smack your self but before you got chance you felt fingertips on your cheek and mouth

L" I would love to continue this will you one you are more sober butt until then this must satisfi your hunger "

He watched as you look at him ou and boy did he want to ruin you image just how much his pride would be.

He slowly picked you up and you did feel kinda dizzy he was saying something but you were falling and didn't hear what.

As you opened your eyes you instantly got pictures in your head that by the way hurted like bitch.

You want to cry because of stress why did it had to be dream, as you tried to lay on your back you here mumbling behind you. Fastly turning around to see who and to your luck he was there now slowly opening his eyes

L"morning cheri did you sleep well "

"i think i told you not to call me that "

L"ou but you didn't mind yesterday did you now " he said with grinnin. He is not going to let that one go until you retire that is for sure, as he slightly moved to get closer to you he whispered

L" if you don't mind helping me fix that problem you made yesterday "

[jasvishaawrites]

she will (chad meeks-martin x black!reader)

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x black!reader (fem!reader)

Summary: in which a police officer at a halloween party catches the eyes of a certain shirtless cowboy.

Warnings: language, use of the N-word, mentions of sex, swearing, underage drinking, sexual intentions(no smut), unedited work of mess.

A/n: this is this is truly inspired by she will by lil wayne ft. drake (I suggest listening to the song towards the end) and one of the greatest chad meeks-martin edits i have ever seen, I'll try to link it below. When I saw this edit and heard the song is said….. Yeah, I want him!!! Truly. Anyways, this is a pretty long fic. so grab a snack and hope y'all enjoy!

“damn bitch, who do you think you are?” smiling in the mirror, you turned off your flat iron and placed it on the bathroom counter. “you look too good,” you teased at your reflection. anika, a close classmate of yours, invited you to a halloween party that she and her friends would be attending. you loved anika, she is the sweetest, friendliest, and caring person you would ever meet. it was impossible to hate or have ill intentions towards her.

anika invited you to the party, claiming she wanted to get your “homebody ass” out the house and show her the party animal your homegirls claimed you were. she didn’t believe that you were a partier until she heard your friends ranting about your high school party days. hell, when you first met, anika was complimenting your outfit and you squeaked out a “thank you” like you were a silent church mouse. but once anika heard the testimonies from your friends, she knew she needed proof to back up the statements. you accepted her invitation to the party but didn’t want to be around people you don’t know, so you decided to extend the invite to your best friends.

speaking of your best friends, “shit!” you shouted, running out the bathroom towards your phone charging on your bed. the girls decided to meet up outside of your dorm and walk to the party together. as you looked at your phone you noticed a text from your friend neaveh stating that they were waiting outside for you. that was sent five minutes ago. 

“dammit” you whispered as you ran around your room, picking up the items you planned on bringing with you. realizing that you had your phone, id, dorm key, and your cop hat, you quickly ran back to the bathroom to do a second look over. once you noticed that your makeup and hair was still perfect to your liking, you decided that it was time to go. running towards the front door, you shouted ”see you later” to your roomie, who was cuddled up with her girlfriend while watching a horror movie in the living room.

you walked through the doors, quickly turning around and pushing the door completely close activating the locks to the all girl dorm building. after pulling the door twice, making sure that the doors were truly locked, you turned around walking towards the stairs. as you walked down, placing your cop hat on your head, you could hear the screams of your friends who saw you walk out of the building.

“damn y/n, is that you!”

“whoop! whoop! that’s the sound of the police!”

“okay! big y/n. never the little one!”

“y’all stop!” you pleaded through your laughter, smiling like you won the lottery. but alas your friends ignored your request and all but begged for you to give them a 360 spin. knowing your friends, they weren't going to stop until you gave them what they were asking for. giving in with a smirk, you decided to give them the spin they desired. their screams only got louder as you completed your turn. dinah, moriah, and neveah praised your costume, stating how good you looked as they scanned you from head to toe. 

your cop hat placed slanted on top of your freshly installed and curled ash blond bundles flowing down your back, face beat with a soft glam look, your curvaceous body adorned in the long sleeved police leotard, brown thighs captured in the black fishnet stocking and black thigh high boots. you didn't just look good, you felt good. you felt like a bad bitch.

“y’all talking about me, look at y’all! you guys look amazing!” you praised your friends. dinah, ironically, dressed up as dc’s black canary. moriah decided to be an angel. and last but not least nevaeh was dressed as lara croft. after all praises and compliments were given throughout the group, you all started heading towards to the frat house, which was hosting the costume party. the walk to the house didn't seem long, due to the fact that we were chatting it up, updating the group about what had happened from the last time we were all together.

walking into the house, you can literally feel the vibrations from the speaking thumping through your entire body. seeing that there was barely any space due to the whole school attending the party, you decided to wrap your arm with moriah so you would not get separated as you all moved to the kitchen to get a drink. as you were making your way towards the kitchen you made eye contact with anika, who was standing in the corner with her girlfriend mindy and a short brunette. anika waved you over, so you detached yourself from moriah and started to make your way over. 

“y/n, babes, where are you going?” asked moriah. 

“i see a few friends, i’m gonna say hi real quick” you stated as you made your way to the person who invited you to the party. 

“okay, meet us in the kitchen, holla if you need back up for any reason” moriah stated as she glared at you with no heat in her eyes. 

“okay” you laughed as you walked towards anika. once you were close enough, anika threw her arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a hug. “oh my god!” she shrieked in your ear “y/n you look amazing”. you laughed as you returned the embrace with reciprocated energy. “thanks babe, you look amazing as well” you chuckled. she pulled away from your hug and turned to the group of people standing behind her. 

“oh y/n this is tara” anika pointed to the waving short brunette girl dressed as a pirate. “and this is my girlfriend mindy” she said, hugging a tall light skinned girl with a short curly afro.

“hi! nice to meet y’all” you smiled giving both girls a wave. after talking for a bit, you decided to head to the kitchen where the girls were waiting for you. “well i'm gonna head to the kitchen to fix a drink, but i'll see you guys around” smiling shyly as you walk backwards before swiftly spinning around and heading towards your original destination before seeing your classmate. the three girls smiled as they watched you disappear in the sea of people.

“so that’s y/n? asked tara.

“yep” stated anika

“and you want to set her up with chad? my golden retriever of a brother chad?" mindy asked once again for clarity.

“yep” stated a smirking anika.

“alright y'all, now that y/n is back, let's get down to business.” dinah stated as you made your way back to your group, started setting up four cups for shots. “we're here to have fun and turn this joint out.” dinah filled all the cups up with liquor from a random bottle that was placed on the table and handed them out to each of the girls. the shots were knocked back without hesitation, creating a burning sensation in their throats. as a collective, the decision was made to take 3 more shots. 

you were feeling pretty nice right now. you have a couple of drinks in your system, the music wasn't terrible, and you had your girls by your side. how can it get any better than this? feeling the bass of the music rumble throughout your body, you realized that it was time to have the night of your life.

“c’mon y’all, i wanna dance” you begged your friends while grabbing hold of dinah’s hands in hope that they would follow your lead. the three girls laughed as you started walking with dinah in tow to the living room. dinah turned and made contact with moriah and neveah and smirked realizing that they all shared the same smile. it was at that moment they knew… it was about to go down.

as you walked back to the living room, you passed anika, mindy and tara, who were now being accompanied by two boys. one dressed as a knight and the other a shirtless cowboy.

as you were passing by with smiles, anika quickly introduced the two boys. ”y/n, this is ethan” she said pointing to the tall, lanky boy dressed as a knight with a nervous smile occupying his face. he’s a cutie you thought as you waved. “and this is chad, mindy's twin brother” she smirked as she pointed to the shirtless cowboy standing next to ethan.

“evening officer” chad said as he tips his cow hat in your direction as he scans your body up and down. normally the action would give you the icks, but this man was too fine to turn down the opportunity of doing the same. as you gave him a look over, you quickly realized you liked what you were seeing. a tall man with the body of a greek god, tattoos showcased on big, strong arms.

“howdy” you smirked as your eye scaled its way up to his beautiful face. he smiled as he came to the conclusion that you were feeling him as much as he was feeling you. your smirk only got bigger as you walked backwards towards the dance floor while maintaining eye contact.

chad’s gaze remained even though the connection was broken as you walked to the center of the room and started dancing with your friends. you intrigued him. your energy was crazy. he only encountered this feeling once in his entire life, and that was when he first met liv. anika, mindy, tara, and ethan watched the interaction with wide eyes, confused over the humongous amount of sexual tension that was created within less than 5 minutes. the group then turned their attention to chad, who was still watching shake your ass like you were megan thee stallion, as your friends hyped you up.

“your drooling chad,'' tara teased through squinted eyes with a smirk on her face. ”do you need a bucket?”

chad turned towards his friends, his stare transforming into a harmless glare as they exploded with laughter due to tara's suggestion.

“yeah, evening officer” chuckled mindy as she gave her best rendition of her twin’s horribly pick-up line.

“yeah, yeah whatever” chad uttered under his breath as he shakes his body rid of any nerves that would prevent him from walking over and starting another conversation. “i'm just off my game, it’s been a while.”

the girls and ethan watched as chad started to hype himself up to go over to you, in hopes of having another interaction that exuded the same energy as the first time.

“anytime now big guy.” laughed anika. chad turned and gave her the most unamused face he could create before walking over to you and your friends.

chad wasn’t even five steps away when he heard his sister shout for his attention. “chad!” mindy screamed over the loud music. he spun around to face the group once more. “go get her tiger” mindy smiled while giving him a thumbs up as the group giggled behind her. chad paused for a second before reciprocating the sarcastic smile with a thumbs up. the thumbs up then turned into a middle finger pointed in her direction. “fuck you, mindy” chad said as his smile dropped creating a resting bitch face before he walked towards the only girl in the party that captured his attention.

as you danced carefree with your friends you noticed dinah looking behind you with a smile. “incoming” she whispered in your ear, slowly walking away taking moriah and nevaeh with her. you stopped dancing in confusion about the sudden departure. 

it wasn’t until you felt the presence and warmth from somebody standing behind you, causing your confusion to quickly change into a resting bitch face. ready to tell off the person who was breathing down your neck, you turned only to see the sight of a muscled chest, similarly to a certain cowboy you had your eyes on. looking up, your eyes made contact with a pretty pair of brown puppy dog eyes.

“hi” you grinned at the boy. chad’s smile grew bigger, which should be humanly impossible but you didn't mind. god, this man has a beautiful smile. it brightened the dim room in a way that the sun could not compete with on a hot, summer day with no clouds.

“hey” chad said through his gleaming smile. “im chad” he reintroduces himself while extending his hand.

“yeah” you said as you grabbed his hand, giving a firm yet flirty shake. “i know, anika introduced us already” tilting your head in false confusion.

“yeah, i know that but i just wanted to reintroduce myself” he stated while shrugging his shoulders “i have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing each other a lot” he finished, looking down at you.

“oh really!” you spoke, in complete surprise from the statement he just shared. ”what makes you say that” you uttered, crossing your arms and poking a hip out just for effect.

hey! hey! i just have a feeling," chad announced through a smile, lifting his hands nonchalantly “don't shoot the messenger.” 

your smile couldn't possibly get any bigger during your conversation. there was a moment of silence, just you and chad looking into each other’s eyes, while smiling like you won the lottery. the moment was then broken by chad, who licked his lips, causing you to divert your attention from his beautiful brown eyes towards his full pink lips. 

”you wanna dance?” he asked while scratching the back of his neck, making his biceps flex just asking to be admired. you hummed in confusion, not hearing what he asked due to your attention leaving his lips to his arms you so desperately wanted around your waist (or neck but baby steps). “do you wanna dance?” he asked again, smiling at your murmured response.

“sure,” you grinned back, “if we're going to be seeing each other a lot, i have to know if you can keep up with me on the dance floor.”

chad threw his whole body back as his laughter echoed under the sound of a taylor swift song that was playing throughout the house. the dancing started with gently swaying, just trying to catch a feel of each other’s rhythm. it then turned to the both of you jumping up and down, holding each other’s hands to a popular pop song like you were best friends. (a/n: the song was boy’s a lair pt. 2, and chad ate rapping ice spice verse word for word, you can't tell me nothing different)

you stopped dancing, only to lean forward and wrap your arms around to try and catch your breath from laughing at chad's impeccable wrapping skills. this was a night that was going down in the books. you look good as hell in your costume, meet some new possible friends, and you're dancing with the most handsome man you have ever met. how can it get any better than this?

as you were catching your breath, a certain guitar riff then consumed your ears. only needing a second to recognize the song, your body language then turned stiff. chad, who still had his hands around your waist, became concerned about the sudden shift of energy. his concern became more evident as you unwrapped your limbs from around his neck and started to walk away. 

young money, yeah

did he do something? did he stink? did he make you uncomfortable by placing his hands on your body? his growing concern suddenly disappeared as you turned and walked back to him. 

four, ahem

it was then he noticed that you were mouthing the ad libs to the song that was blasting through the speakers. his lips took the shape of a grin as he saw you cross your arms giving him a mean stare down. chad crossed his arms, returning the mugged stare realizing that you wanted to see if he would match your energy. it was a good thing that chad knew this song word for word because, unknown to him, this was going to make or break the possibility of seeing each other again.

i tell her, now go ‘n’ pop that pussy for a real nigga

i already know that life is deep but i still dig her

niggas is jealous but really i could care less 

i’m in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair net.

it was a sight to see. the whole party turned their attention to see who in the world was screaming out lyrics like there was no tomorrow. but did you and chad pay them any mind, hell nah. let them see what having fun really looks like. you both were pointing fingers in each other’s faces, getting hype that the energy being given is also being reciprocated from one another.

as the chorus came in, you wrapped your arms around chad's neck swaying back and forth as you sang the lyrics without a care in the world. as you were singing you felt chad's big hands resume its position around your waist before trailing down to the cheeks of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he was on that type of timing. you started to dip your body down to the floor, causing your arms to unravel from his neck, dragging them down his torso. 

as you went down, you tilted your head up to look at chad, wanting to see his reaction. looking into his eyes, you noticed that puppy gaze you received earlier was now gone and replaced with a dark, lusted glare. you bounced twice before seductively making your way up to your original height, then turning around, connecting your back to his front. feeling slick, you threw your hand over your shoulder cupping the back of his neck as you started grinding on him.

uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga 

and looked back and told me baby it’s real

you went to lean over, and began to shake your ass from left to right cause your jello to jiggle baby. while you were making it shake like a salt shaker, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at chad, whose eyes were still darkened with arousal, biting his bottom lip as he stood there and caught what you were throwing.

and i say i aint doubt you for a second 

i squeeze it and i can tell how it feel.

chad removed one of his hands from your waist and decided to glide it softly up and down your back before trailing back down to softly grasping you ass. you shivered feeling his fingertips trace down your spine. you placed your hands on your knees, rotating your waist in a circular motion, only to feel a certain bulge pushing back at you, causing you to slow your pace.

i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,

and she bad, so maybe she won't

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right know she will (2x)

while you and chad were wrapped in each other’s presence, forgetting that you were in public. baby the public did not forget about you. all eyes, phones, and flashlight were directed in your direction. neither of yall noticed the screams from frat boys, cheering chad on. the cheers from your best friends, seeing you put in work on the boy they knew was going to ask if he could walk you home. glares from certain boys and girls, wishing that they were in your spot. and last but not least the mix facial expressions coming from core two, anika and ethan.

as the song came to a close, you turned around placing your arms back around chad's neck. once your eyes met, both faces turned into giddy smiles that could put the joker out of commission.

“did i keep up with you?” chad smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. you laughed as you not only pressed your forehead against his, but your body as well making you both become one.

“yes,” you giggled through closed eyes. “yes you did. better than i expected” you teased back. chad smiled before closing his eyes as well, basking in the embrace, hoping that you would like to see him long after the party ends and farther down the line. he felt you move your forehead from his, tucking your head in the warmth of his shoulder. feeling your body deflate with a deep breath, he knew it was now or never seeing as you would probably go home and forget about him.

“hey” you felt chad uttered, his deep voice vibrations rumbling from his body into yours. you hummed as you lifted your head only to see a cute, shy smile gracing his face. the look on his face was too damn cute to not return the smile. “lemme walk you home” he whispered.

and she bad, so maybe she won't

you paused for a second, making chad's heart beat double time. he hoped that he wasn't overstepping. he wasn't looking for a one night stand or anything, he truly just wanted to walk you home and get to know you better. looking into his eyes, you shyly smiled, grabbing his hands, tugging him to the front entrance. you waved to your friend, who was whispering and giggling in your direction. 

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

as you both started making your way to the exit, chad caught his shirt and letterman jacket that anika threw as they were passing by. walking into the dark night, you started shivering due to your outfit. not even a second laters, you felt the warmth and weight of chad's letterman jacket as it was being placed on your shoulders. looking beside, you noticed he put on a shirt and was admiring you in his jacket.

“you know what” chad shared as he took a few steps back. ”this is a good look for you. it's a good thing i'm going to be seeing you around more often” he finishes crossing his arms.

you rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand, walking in the direction of your dorm “boy c’mon.” tugging on his hands. once he was close enough, you threw his arm over your shoulder, as you both walked off into the night.

bonus scene

watching from the corner, mindy, anika, tara, and ethan all expressed mixed emotions.

anika and tara both shared shocked, yet amused smiles on their faces. mindy showcased pure disgust as she watched the pair basically have sex on on the dance floor. ethan, poor ethan, couldn't even watch, his cherry red face pointed in the opposite direction.

“this is disgusting,” mindy sneered, watching the scene on the dancefloor. “we should have gotten him some condoms on the way here.”

“.....she’s gonna eat him alive” tara said as she turned her body towards mindy. “just so you know.” mindy rolled her eyes, pointing a finger towards her mouth, making a gagging noise.

“no seriously,” anika announced, “i was concerned for her, but now i’m concerned for him.” anika finishes with a giggle.

mindy quickly snapped her head in anika's direction. “anika, darling i love you… but dont push it.” her eyes shifted back to you and chad danicing before walking to the kitchen muttering under her breath about how “she was gonna throw up.”

anika watched as mindy rushed off to the kitchen, turning back to the living room seeing you to heading towards the exit. she quickly grabbed chad's shirt and jacket before tossing it in his direction. "one point for anika kayako, the matchmaker." she muttered through a smirk as she watch the pair walk out the door.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed the fic. It’s not my first time writing but it's been a while. I feel like I overdid the plot, but let me know how i did. If you liked my work feel free to send requests and please leave constructive criticism. I do have more chad fics that are in the woodworks. see y'all soon.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

An Cumhachd A Thig Le Cùram

The Power That Comes With Caring

This is my secret santa gift for @esperosisdoeswriting! Their prompt was Villain and/or monster dad that is quite evil but very much loves and adores his power-less child. Found family highly encouraged. I hope you like it Esper!

WARNINGS: violence, death, cussing

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Supervillain was shoved in the direction of the cop car. "Alright, ALRIGHT I'm going! Fuck off!" he said while walking in that direction.

How angry he was. These stupid heroes treating him like nothing more than a herd cattle! It was infuriating.

If Child weren't nearby he'd tear out the throats of everyone around him.

He sat down in the back and was closed in there for a bit. Apparently getting him into custody wasn't the first priority.

He heard squabbling. One of the voices sounded like Child. They were probably so scared right now, those heroes taking their parent away from them, no wonder they were resisting.

Eventually the car started moving, the person in the passenger's seat asking Supervillain questions.

"Yes, I kidnapped them." "No, that kid is not someone I kidnapped." "My history of torture does not apply here." "Those heroes? They're dead. Pissed me off too much while I held them hostage, kept asking for food or water." "Her screams were oh so delightful. You should've been there." "Leave the kid out of this."

He had no reason to hide anything he did. Infact he took much pride in all his crimes.

And why wouldn't he? He was Supervillain. He marked everything thoroughly once he realized the cops would never find him.

He was… ticked off about that, to say the least. Child was just a kid. A powerless one at that. If there was ever a group of people that would take advantage of them, exploit them, even abuse them, it would be the police and heroes.

Except now they had. And now they had Child too.

They arrived at the agency. "C'mon, get out. We're putting you in custody."

"No."

"No?" one of the heroes sneered.

"Tell me where my kid is or I'm not getting out of this damn vehicle."

Laughter. Laugher that made the supervillain see red. Laughter that made him almost break the cuffs right then and there.

"Tell me where they are right now or so help me-"

He was cut off by a sniggering hero, "You're infront of a hero agency. Whatever you do, you have an army's worth of heroes to contend with. You ain't gonna do shit."

"Tell me where they are."

A superior walked up to the group. "What's the hold up? I need him in a cell, STAT."

"He won't leave the car unless we tell him where the kid we found in his house is."

You fuckers that's my child.

The superior sighed. "Just tell him, we can't waste anymore time."

One of the heroes rolled their eyes then turned to Supervillain. "Fine. They're being brought to our agency and held in an interrogation room for a while where you can't get to them while we figure out why they were there."

He finally stepped out of the car, satisfied with that. Child would be here too. He was okay with that.

He was led down into the facility, celebratory cheers following him at every turn while the heroes led him on.

Something isn't right.

He could sense it. Deep down. Call it parental instinct. Something was wrong.

He stopped moving. The heroes started shouting at him, pushing, trying to drag him. He tuned them out. Their methods didn't work as his body didn't budge.

Then, he heard it.

His child was screaming.

And so the cuffs broke.

Red, red, everything was red as the screams turned from a child's fear to adults' pain. He lashed out, tearing out their throats, hearts, lungs, whichever of the vital body parts was closest.

The shadows of his power stretching far and wide and terrorizing the whole damn agency.

He would not stop until he found his kid.

Rushing through the halls, leaving marks across every surface his shadows scraped. Like a wild beast searching for its prey.

You fuckers better pray to whatever gods you follow that I'll be quick.

People started fighting back, there was electricity, punches, force fields, weapons. None of it was Child. And so the rage continued.

He hunted, hunted, tracking down the heroes that stole his child, took them from his home.

Clawing his way through the bodies separating him from his kin.

And there they were. Child, crying, backed against a wall while Supervillain crushed the skull of the hero they were cowering from.

His mind cleared, his child was in front of him. And he had just killed.

Out of everything, that was his one rule. No villainy in front of his kid. In front of Child. But now…

He walked forward, wary. Would they even look at him the same? Would there be fear in their eyes?

He knelt down in front of them. "Hey. I'm… sorry you had to see that. I understand if you're-"

"PAPA!" Child suddenly lunged forward and buried their head in his chest, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

He was stunned, to say the least. "Yeah, it's me." He stroked their hair a little bit.

They cried and cried, finally safe, finally secure. They didn't care that Supervillain had just murdered every hero in the building, they were finally okay because their father was here.

And he wasn't leaving them any time soon.

He wasn't Hero afterall.

[mackjlee9]

heyoo! can I get a top male reader x nanami kento with the 92, 95 and 98 from the smut prompt list

Thank you for requesting~ ☺

Smut Prompt; 'I cant- please- I can't-', 'Quiet baby, the others will hear' & 'I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot.'

Warning; semi-public, dry humping.

Nanami Kento [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Please, enjoy the event~

"Well, another mission done," (M/n) said while he dried the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Nanami only glanced at him, his green eyes now in plain sight since he was cleaning his glasses.

"Yeah, still annoying as ever," he muttered while putting away his weapon, making sure it wouldn't fall off.

(M/n) laughed as he walked closer to Nanami who was standing near the exit id the abandoned building. The place used to be a love hotel back when it was still running, but now its walls were covered in graffiti, and pieces of rubble missing.

"How about eating dinner on our way back?" Nanami fixed his glasses back on his face and he stared at (M/n), pondering the offer, before soon, showing a glimpse of a smile.

"Sure, why not?"

They started heading out of the building, neither of them feeling the insignificant presence of the curse hanging on the ceiling. His eyes stared at the males below him, before releasing its hold and landing on the blond's shoulder. It opened its mouth wide and sunk its teeth into Nanami's neck, who hissed and reached a hand to his neck, grabbing the tiny curse that was now wriggling in his hold.

(M/n) stared at it, before touching its forehead with his finger, and the curse exploded soon enough. "Now we're done." Nanami fixed his suit and trailed slightly behind (M/n), soon getting to the dark street.

They had only walked a bit over two blocks, when Nanami's body started heating up, his head getting dizzy and his steps wobbly. He had to rest against the wall of a nearby building.

"(M/n)..." He said in a whisper, but somehow the (h/c) haired male heard him and turned around. He caught sight of the way Nanami seemed and walked closer, checking him a little up-close.

His face was colored a dark red, and his breath was ragged, quiet sounds slipping through his lips occasionally. "Nanami? What happened? Do you need something?"

Nanami looked at (M/n) with his eyes full of tears, groaning as he felt his dick getting hard, painfully pressing against the fabric of his clothes. Without saying a word, he reached his hand to grab (M/n)'s wrist and pulled him closer. To avoid tripping over his two feet and colliding against Nanami, (M/n) had to press his hands on either side of the blond's head, his legs placed in between Nanami, his upper thigh gracing something hard that erupted a whimper from his senpai.

Some people walking by stared at them, while others just ignored them, however (M/n) felt quite flustered by the attention Nanami was drawing to them, especially when he began grinding his hips down on his thigh. Gritting his teeth, (M/n) glanced around to get a grasp of where they are, and he remember that close by there was an alley. Some curses are usually hiding there so people tend to avoid them.

Dropping Nanami's arm around his shoulder, (M/n) started heading towards that alley, avoiding eye contact with anyone he walked past, even if Nanami's state brought questioning looks onto them.

Already there, (M/n) dragged Nanami to the very back of the alley, looking around for any curse that may be hidden, but nothing was in immediate sight. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, now thinking about what he should do about his senpai, but before he could come up with an idea, like maybe calling Gojo for help, he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, making eye contact with Nanami, whose glasses were off his face once more.

"Do you need anything? Maybe water, food...?" His question died in his throat when he was pushed against the wall by Nanami, his hot breath hitting his neck.

"I just want your cock, (M/n)..." he was humping his thigh again, his body trembling and his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, it was too much. The pleasure he felt was too intense. "I can't- please- I can't-"

Nanami's moans and whines started getting louder the closer he got to cumming, babbling how he wanted more and more. (M/n)'s hearing picked up the sound of someone stopping by the entrance of the alley, glancing over he noticed a woman squinting her eyes as she tried to find the source of the sound. Holding his breath, (M/n) pressed Nanami's face closer to his neck, muffling his noises to avoid being caught, and soon the woman left.

He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, holding onto Nanami's hips as he straddled his lap, still humping him, but now their dicks were rubbing together.

(M/n) gently held Nanami's face, holding eye contact with him and realizing how tears were dripping down his red cheeks. "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, throwing his head back as his body shuddered aggressively, finally feeling the release he needed.

But they weren't done yet.

Nanami kept whining about how he wanted to cum again, and (M/n) pressed his hand against his mouth, drool slowly dripping through his fingers.

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear, you don't want that, do you? There are quite some people still walking by, look," he made Nanami look over, and indeed, there were still a lot of people going out and about.

Not a word came out of him, he just leaned closer to (M/n), pressing their foreheads together as he kept grinding down on his hard cock. "I don't care~ I want you... to fuck me hard, right now and... let everyone know how full and good your cock makes me feel~"

Flustered and shocked at hearing such words coming from his senpai, (M/n) only sighed, closing his eyes as his grip on Nanami's hips tightened, helping him move faster.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot..." He mumbled before joining their lips together for a hungry kiss.

(I have no idea how I come up with this types of plots)

[oftenderweapons]

Like Crazy | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Genre: fluff, slight angst, light smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+, minors, do not interact

Warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of grinding, mentions of handjob (male receiving). Angst involving military service and taking a break from the relationship.

A/N: To the nonnie who requested this draft -- I'm sorry, but I went off plot with your request, mostly because I can't imagine them being out to the public, but I'll add to this so I can imagine how the *good* fans might react. Also, since I imagined this song interpreted a certain way between them, I don't think this particular take they have in this fic would be recorded and published. I'll reply more pertinently to your ask in a separate post, don't worry. But I wanted you to have *this* fic because I want you to know some stuff that happened in their storyline, and I want you to know how I imagined them interpreting this song together. Sorry again, feel free to send me an ask to shame me LOL

As usual, here's my masterlist and the fic is below the cut.

ILY and enjoy 💜✨

Jimin was moving smoothly in front of you, every muscle of his body hitting every stress and release of the music. He was hypnotic. You could have spent hours watching him move. 

It was only partially a physical experience, and conversely, it was mostly a mental, emotional experience. You could feel him move. 

You mirrored his steps clumsily once the chorus hit. He was cute, giggling, fooling around with you. You touched each other carelessly in some sort of childlike game. And once the second verse came on, he switched. 

He was dancing for you.

His movements turned lustful, lazy. He was touching himself the way you touch him, taking more time in a tempo rubato. Slow paced, sultry, prolonging movements past their beat, letting them melt into spaces they shouldn’t. The choreography you’d seen plenty of times, with its sharp accents and crisp lines, was turning into a breathy harmony of blurred lines, of sultry curves. 

While he seemed frustrated and torn on stage, playful and embarrassed on his several tiktoks, and dark, somehow greedy on the Studio Choom final cut, here before your eyes, he was lusty and indulging. He seemed to really give in to every movement, as if allowing himself to be touched, to be moved, to be seduced by his own hands. 

When his hand moved across his ribs on the second chorus, it looked as if he was really caressing himself. He was giving, and giving, blooming under his own palms. 

You wished you could touch him that way, you’d missed him so much. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you told him, watching him, and watching. You couldn’t stop tracing every line of him with your eyes. The song was ending, and you wanted more. 

He looked in your eyes as silence finally settled in.

“Come,” he said, reaching to you with his hand and dragging you close to him. He made the song restart. 

He took slow steps as he danced close to you, leading you with a hand around your waist, hooking you close to him. 

“Remember our first dance?” you asked him as he leaned close to your mouth. 

He nodded. “Sometimes I think about it, when I struggle finding myself.” 

Longing was like electricity between your lips and his. “Does it… This song…”

“What about it?” he asked.

“No, later…” you said, avoidant. 

“Okay. Later.” He parted from you just to let you hit the chorus. Staring at each other in the mirror, you noticed his hand, moving from his belt loop to his pelvis, suggestive, an innuendo matched by the lowering of his eyelids, his pupils getting darker. 

You were moving, looking at the mirror, but you weren’t looking at yourself. You were rather making eye contact with him, your bodies getting closer once the second verse started, his solo with the dancer — which had felt so wrong when you looked at it on video — changed entirely once he was dancing with you. His hands were all over you, pushing, pulling, desperate. A hand on your thigh, the other carrying your knee closer to his hip, his waist, your pelvis colliding with his in a way that stole your breath and made your torso snap forward, in his hold. Then, he was pushing you back, making you dip low behind you, lowering you to the ground before his body was climbing over yours in wicked seduction. 

And then he stood, moving on with the choreography, leaving you breathless to pick up after yourself. 

The second chorus had no pretense of sobriety, it was loose and lusty and desperate, your hands moving freely over your body in a way that translated much better in your own vocabulary of desire. 

He could read it effortlessly. 

You ditched the plans for the outro just to keep dancing with each other, going back to that night, when breathing the same air, and feeling each other’s skin and looking at the way your bodies moved together never felt enough. 

Your nose was touching his, his hands were spread over your ribs, your legs were complicatedly tangled together and when the music ended this time, neither of you wanted to start again. 

You were both breathing heavily and both your hands felt criminally free, so you grabbed his face and kissed the hell out of him. 

Neither of you was lying when you met passionately, your mouths devouring each other, wet and hungry, his body, electric and strong against yours pushed you towards the mirror, and you wanted, you wanted him so much. 

Words were failing you as you asked, “Gimmie— Please—”

You didn’t know what you wanted, you didn’t know what to beg for. You were only grateful that he wasn’t mocking you for your desperation; infact, apparently he had this renewed purpose ever since he got you back. Since that night, everything was fair game. 

He ruled over you, and he knew it, and he had no other request but having everything he’d missed so dearly. 

“What did you want to say, earlier?” he asked, panting, his voice angelic, aethereal like he’d been while singing. 

“What?” you asked back, confused, dizzy with excitement and need. 

“Earlier. Don’t act like you don’t remember,” he teased you. 

You bit your lip, your body pinned by his own, and mostly by his gaze. 

“There’s something I wanted to ask you. About this song.”

He nodded. The days without you had been delirious. Like some great lie he’d told himself as an excuse to be afraid to stand by your side, to continue staying by your side. He’d tried to rip the band-aid off before you would do it on him. He was about to enlist, and it felt easier, to let you go instead of keeping the both of you chained to a promise that was going to have more downsides than perks. 

But was it worth it?

He’d just caused the both of you the darkest despair, and then the enlistment had been postponed due to the pandemic. And he’d lost you, over nothing. 

“Go ahead, ask me.”

Your eyes were turned down, to the floor. “Did you write this song about someone you saw while we were off?”

He froze in your arms, then caught your chin. Made you look him in the eye. “No, Princess.”

You nodded. 

He hated himself for making you this insecure. How could he? How could he deserve you, after what he’d put you both through? “It’s about the night we met again.”

You found the courage to hold his gaze. 

“At the club. Our eyes met across the room. I kept celebrating with my friend, but— I didn’t last long.” He kissed your chin. “I went home, by myself.” His hand caressed the length of your thigh, the side of it, down to your knee, and picked it up. He wanted you glued to his body permanently. He thought he’d never spent this much time between your legs before, not sexually, nor romantically, and now he craved it continuously. He wanted to take a day off and just lay the closest he can on top of you. “I went home by myself, and I fantasised about what could have happened. If I had had the nerves and if I hadn’t let go of you. Touching you, being inside you, kissing you. Having you all night long. Being yours still, endlessly.”

You traced the lines of his face. You’d had sex in this room before — his small dance room at home — and it had been hot, but now you just wanted the closeness of his bedroom — your shared bedroom, where you had slept together in the past, and now again, found in each other once more. 

“You sure we’re doing this right?” you asked him, combing his hair back while he kissed his way down your neck. Missing you had helped him appreciate some small details of you more, especially the ones he feared forgetting. Little beauty marks, moles, scars; places where your skin felt softer, places where he could touch you innocently and still cause waves of goosebumps over your entire body. Places where the ruthlessness of your body gave way to luscious forests of pleasures, endless deserts of scorching want, rich oceans of admiration, and devotion, and love. 

He liked you rough and reckless and harsh, and he liked where he could find exceptions to that shark character of yours. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t stop wanting you,” he confessed with a giggle, teasing the waistband of your joggers with his eager fingertips. 

You grabbed him sternly by his own waistband, and started pulling him in, twisting the two of you around as you began to walk backward towards the bedroom. 

“Jimin,” you moaned, almost with a hiccup at the way he stole your breath with tiny nips at your throat. 

“Love,” he moaned back at you, and your knees went weak. “Are you gonna give me the night we could have had?”

You purred and bit at the base of his neck. “One day, I will give you all the nights we missed. But tonight we have just tonight, and I’m gonna make the best of it.”

There was a certain power in love refound. It soared in your veins as you undressed him, and it sang in his heartbeat as he did the same to you. 

It was tender and liquid as his fingers caressed your chest with devotion, his eyes caught as if it was the first time still. 

His hips went wild as your hands reached for him, touching him lovingly, unrushed, precise and skilled. He stopped you with a grip around your wrist, just in time to convince you to grind against him, like that first magical, perfect night, when he’d taken and given, and you’d met him, again and again, flowing inside him just as you allowed him inside you. 

Your bodies seemed to perfectly sing to each other, until you couldn’t stand the distance any longer. 

“Can I? Inside?” he asked, so, so gentle. He touched your face as he asked, cupping your cheek, kissing you deep, deeper, his lips sinfully plush, his teeth a harsh and pleasant contrast. 

“Yes, please,” you replied with a breathy, light tone, your words barely loud enough. 

He let himself kiss you deeper — impossibly so — as he grabbed his sex and placed the tip to your entrance, the movement so smooth as he slipped inside you. 

A guttural gasp caught you, but he smoothed it out with a fond galaxy of kisses spread all over your face and chest. 

“I’m so sorry I let you go,” he confessed, catching you in his arms, holding you as tight as he could. He rolled you over so that he was on top, so he could give you a break from all the effort as you’d been grinding on top of him for a solid ten minutes, and your legs had to be tired. 

He could take over, and he wanted to. He needed to make it up to you. 

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you out on your bullshit. I’m sorry I didn’t hold you back.” You wanted to keep talking, but he was working you good, and it was hard to find words that made sense. 

“We’re good now,” he hummed. “You’re good now. Am I good to you?”

“You’re just, so good,” you confirmed, adding to it. “You’re fine. You’re perfect. I missed you. This. Us. Sex with you,” it was like you were an avalanche, coming apart with words first, and then your body, gradually getting sloppy, losing control. 

Your hand moved in between your bodies, to the apex of your slit, teasing the sensitive skin there.

He looked at your hand, at your bodies joining. “I missed it too. I missed your body. God, I missed this so much,” he groaned. “I’m gonna—”

“Go,” you reassured him. 

He went wild and there, you followed, your voice hoarse as you cried out his name, your lips parched from the panting, the gasping over every sensation he caused inside your body. 

Once he collapsed on top of you, you just held him there, letting him catch his breath, soothing him with tender strokes of your hand over his body, over his dirty blond hair.

You let him rest inside you, close to you, and confessed. “You know I love you,” you whispered. 

And after some seconds during which you thought he was already asleep, he replied “I love you, too, you know.” And then he added, “Like crazy.”

It made you chuckle, just barely. You nodded to yourself. “Like crazy.”

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MY TAKE ON SIRIUS BLACK

I feel like Sirus and Walburga's relationship has so much potential to be way more toxic than usually depicted.

I'm gonna use canon references here, and explain my opinion, here goes:

When Sirius escapes Azkaban and needs a place to stay, Grimmauld place is the last house he wants to go to, now, many might say that it's obvious why, his family was extremely abusive, but how abusive are we really talking about here?

We know that Walburga's portrait loaths Sirius with all her being, and yells at him constantly, aided by Kreacher, but then WHY would Sirius hide away in her room when he is sulking?

Same thing with Regulus: the very first thing Sirius does once he is back in that house is to clean everything: there is not a single corner of that house that he does not turn inside out in order to get rid of evrything that belonged to his family, except for three rooms: His Room, Walburga's room and Regulus' room.

If he hated him that much, how come he didn't even open that bedroom? He could have offered it to Harry to sleep in, but instead he kept it as if his brother had just left.

Could it be a way of mourning a family he wished he had? A brother he wish he could have known better?

Stay with me for another bit.

The only thig Sirius says about his childhood home is that he loathed his whole family, he never said anything about being phisically abused, although we can imagine that happened, seeing the magnificent collection of dark artifacts in that home.

The only time Sirius speaks about his brother all he says is:

"I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically Royal...my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them...

"He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded...

"Stupid idiot, he joined the Death Eathers...

"They thought Voldemort had the right idea, they wew all in for the purification of the wizarding race...

"the got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, but I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first...

"He was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's order, more likely; I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out."

OOTP CH.6

Now, Sirius doesn't say that anything actually bad to him happened in that house, but we can see lots of resentment towards Regulus. And even tho he could have called him any kind of names, the only things he said are that he was "Soft enough to believe them, a better son and an Idiot".

Here comes what I think happened in that house:

Sirius and his family had that kind of "I'm doing this because I love you" relationship: I believe that Walburga and Sirius had a kind of sick love between them, same thing for the brothers.

I think that Walburga was the kind of parent that would punish Sirius each time he would do something "bad", and it would be very stern and abusive punishments, to then close them with a kind caress on his face while she told him "You know I'm just doing this because I love you, Sirius" or "I just want what's best for you, darling." And that brought to this extremely toxic and codependent relationship where Sirius actually felt bad for disappointing his parents, even tho he knew he never did anything actually wrong.

I then believe that the constant comparison with his brother brought a young and affection starved Sirius to act out even more, to just wanting to be seen by his parents, and that made him develop a strong resentment towards his brother, who was much better than him at playing their parent's game.

I think Sirius actually loved his brother in his own way, and kinda felt responsable for his downfall: the word soft is the real key here, I interpret it as a way of saying that all Reg actually wanted was their parent's approval, and he ended up genuinely believing him, as I believe Sirius would have done if he ended up in Slytherin.

And I support this because Sirius actually reserched things about his brother's death, obviously it's all filled with hatred, but still he wanted to know what happened to his little brother.

Everything changed when he was 16 and he ran away from home, but we don't know what really happened, we can only imagine what the last straw was that made him run to the Potter's.

I firmly believe that Sirius would have been much more similar to Regulus, had he never known James Potter.

So, I think that Sirius not tearing apart his mother's portrait (He could have slashed it as he did with the Fat Lady's in PoA), him not touching his brother's room and taking refuge in Walburga's are all signs that he actually mourned a family he never had, he wished to be loved as a child, and never really realized what made it all so hard for them to be such a cursed family.

So yeah, this is my take on Sirius's relationship with his family, I would gladly talk to someone about ths because I really spend too much time analyzing Sirius Black.

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Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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Past Artemis and Present Artemis Are Not Allowed in the Same Room

If Number 1 kind of nudged the door open to time travel and wibbly wobbly timey wimey shenanagins in Lost Colony, then Artemis full-on kicked it down and yeeted a grenade through it in this book. Let's talk Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox.

As per usual, SPOILERS ABOUND below the break.

There are a ton of things about this book that are amazing and in order to stay at least a little organized, we're gonna use HEADINGS this time around! That's not to say the headings are in any particular order, but life has been lifeing and I need a little help making sure I gush about everything I want to here. Because while Eoin Colfer introduced time travel in the last book, this one is a whole TIME PARADOX PLOT!

Opal Koboi, Empress of our Hearts

So, there are places for nuanced, complex, morally gray villains who have carefully throught-through ethoses and who are compelling because of their tragedy. Those kinds of villains are great.

Opal Koboi is not that kind of villain.

Opal Koboi is a villain in the classic Disney sense. She is absolutely unhinged, wants nothing more than to be Empress of the Goddamn World, and absolutely revels in setting things on fire just to watch them burn. She is rock-solid on her own worth, she is terrifyingly intelligent, and she is equally fun when she is strutting around in her own success as when she is pitching a dramatical cats tantrum because somebody said "ethics" in her presence. Our girl is sheer fun from start to finish, and honestly I love how consistent she is.

In this book, we see Opal before the events of The Arctic Incident, and it's great to know that she has ALWAYS been unhinged and glorious. If anything, this book shows us that the plan to use the B'wa Kell to take over Haven was weirdly vanilla for Opal. Sucking the bodily fluids out of endangered animals to basically Captain America super serum herself is...way more on brand.

The bit where she is too narcissistic and paranoid to stay in character as Angeline Fowl for more than like 60 seconds once Jay Jay is in the room is also AMAZING. Talk about getting in your own way...

Artemis vs. Artemis

So sometimes as a series gets increasingly lengthy, it's good to remind readers and character how much your protagonists have grown. Eoin Colfer decided that time travel was a great way to take advantage of this, and reveled in it by giving readers 10-year-old Artemis's opinion of 18-year-old Artemis and vice versa for the entire book, and it is SO FUN. They both hate each other, and understandably so. They both also have qualities that the other begrudgingly respects, and ultimately they need BOTH Artemises to resolve the plot.

We also get some really lovely instances of Artemis outsmarting and bamboozling himself. This conceit had every chance of coming off as cringe as hell, but Colfer handed it with enough humor and humanity to make it feel real rather than like a whole book devoted to a vanity plot centered on Artemis thinking he's the best thig since sliced bread.

Artemis...That was WILDLY Uncool to do to Holly

Ok, so Artemis has grown a lot over the course of five books. He's matured. He's learned how to be a reluctant antihero. He and Holly are legit friends. Which somehow manages to make it EVEN WORSE when Artemis full-on knowingly tricks Holly into thinking that she not only gave his mother a fatal illness but also started a plague that at one point killed 20% of the fairy population in three years. There's honestly no coming back from that kind of breach of trust.

And no, giving Holly a chance to say goodbye to Commander Root does NOT make Holly and Artemis square. It nicely ties up a loose emotional thread, but it does NOT square the emotional devastation of infecting a friend's mother and starting the plague 2.0. That is possibly the least believable relationship dynamic in a book where Artemis and Holly KISS (no, we're not gonna talk about it, they were both under the influence of the time stream and it doesn't count).

The truly wild thing about this is that Artemis before the fairies was a cold-hearted little bastard capable of incredible cruelty, but once Artemis understands feelings and emotional relationships, he's suddenly capable of hurting people WAY MORE than he could when he was a tiny robotic human. And of course the person he takes aim at is HOLLY SHORT. Like, FFS, Artemis. You did less damage when you had the emotional intelligence of a gold ingot...

Butler

Domovoi Butler is too good for this world and we do not deserve him. Artemis sure as hell does not deserve him, past OR present. Past Butler full on calls 10-year-old Artemis out on the act that he is *checks notes* handing over the last of a species to a group of fanatics to be horribly murdered in a kangaroo court, fully sells a sentient elf to those same fanatics, does not emotionally let Artemis off the hook when he is experiencing guilt and shame over being an accessory to murder and extinction, and TURNS THE PLANE AROUND to go save Holly and 18-year-old Artemis from the extinctionists. And thats just past Butler.

Present Butler is such a goddamn badass that he resists a juiced-up Opal Koboi's mesmer so hard that he gives himself a heart attack. Not even Opal Koboi can pull a 180 on Butler's moral compass, and even when he can't fully fight her off, he can resist in little ways, like sticking breathing tubes in barrels. Someone let this man retire happily, he has MORE THAN earned it at this point.

Baby's First Ecocritical Text

Environmentalism and ecocriticism have been very present as secondary themes in the Artemis Fowl series from the very first book, but this is, I believe, the first book where this theme gets really explicit and has real, concrete plot consequences and implications. The "hunting animals to extinction is bad for [list of reasons]" isn't the deepest or most nuanced version of the argument, but it doesn't have to be. The audience for these books are middle graders and YA readers. They get a concrete introduction to ecocriticism and some very comprehensible examples of the consequences of extinction and pollution, and that's going to be enough for more of them than you'd think to keep thinking and reading about the issue.

I highlight this because so few middle grade and YA books do ecocriticism at all, let alone this clearly and concisely. I suspect we will see more of this as climate change keep wreaking absolute havoc on quite literally everything, but these books did it before it was cool, and I really appreciate that about them.

Overall, this book is not my favorite of the series. Time travel can be a hard sell, even if you weave the complexities of time travel around a relatively simple fetch quest. As per usual though, the character work is never not entertaining, and I do enjoy rereading this one periodically.