#an obnoxious loud... but oh so interesting woman

[shkika]

Outta curiosity do you share ship opinions?

If so, any thoughts on FP x SOS?

If not, totally understand, and I hope you have a lovely day!

You can ask me about opinions on ships as long as no one gets offended or hurt or takes anything I say as fact!! I find the topic fun enough ^^

See the problem is that bug is very gay to me. A homosexual if you will. Though I can kind of see him having an idealized version of Sliver in his head and forming some sort of weird celebrity crush? Maybe???

But uhm.. that's Moons wife, that's Moons very dead idiot wife someone tell him please.

Also if he were to know her (my version of sos ofc) he'd realistically hate her, she was a goober and a troll and was super loud and obnoxious and there is no way he would be able to stand her. That's Moons job.

[festivalsofmargot]

how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count: 

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤ 

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

-

Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him. 

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous. 

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.” 

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too. 

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up. 

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.” 

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated. 

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood. 

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity. 

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

- 

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him. 

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning. 

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you. 

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him. 

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool. 

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave. 

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.” 

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin. 

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.” 

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.” 

-

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties. 

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball. 

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him. 

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees. 

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

[misscheavus]

(( REMINDER ))

I KNOW YOU’RE MAD // BUT SHE AIN’T EVEN WORTH NONE OF MY TIME

PAIRING: Jealous(?) Minah Lee x F!Reader (referred to as ‘girlfriend’ and ‘girl’)

WARNINGS: I wrote Redy a not the greatest person and I apologise for that, but the plot needed it D: (Not proofread (sorry)), swearing

LENGTH: 1,340+ words

This is a work of fiction and is in no way a reflection, description or depiction of any person(s) in real life. Images and names are merely used as placeholders in this work. You are responsible for the media that you consume.

Minah couldn’t help herself, rolling her eyes as she watched the interaction unfold in front of her. Maybe Bada’s beef with Redy wasn’t as unfounded as the team she thought. Fuck, at this rate, she might join her leader in her view of the 1Million dancer.

She watched as Redy brushed your hair away from your face, running her hand down your arm as she drowned you in compliments so obnoxiously loud that Minah could hear her from across the stage: “Oh my gosh, you’re so talented!” “I’m so envious of how your body moves!” “Your body is so incredible! You must work out lots to be so strong and pretty.” “You’re so flexible! You’ll have to show me sometime.”

Minah almost gagged.

And maybe she did because Bada turns from her spot in front of the girl, an eyebrow raised and stupid, knowing smirk plastered on her face.

“You good?” Bada places a hand on the younger’s knee, squeezing gently. Minah simply scoffed, not wanting to dignify her feelings with a response. Unfortunately for her, that was more than enough of an answer for the leader. She laughed, turning away from the girl and joining Minah in observing the situation in front of them develop. Bada tilts her head, looking back up and noticing Minah purposefully looking away, the tips of her ears red. “She looks uncomfortable, Minah. That’s more what I’d be worried about.” Bada hums, leaning back on her hands.

It’s almost comical how quickly Minah’s head snaps back to watch you closely.

It’s not like you were dating… well, you weren’t exclusive (yet). But you were something, right? Minah wasn’t even sure if she had any right feeling the emotions she was feeling… but focusing back in on the two of you and the way you were reacting to the other dancer made her emotions feel more justified.

She felt heat claw up her neck, wrapping around her chest tightly the more she watched. Even though you were giggling and seemed to be playing along… something looked off. Minah leaned forward, observing… almost waiting for the other dancer to make a wrong move and let her pounce.

You moved back quickly, just out of immediate reach of Redy’s overly touchy hands as she seemed to reach for your face again. Minah watches you bow, putting more distance between you, eyes darting away from the forward woman and thanking her for whatever stupid shit she said. You scratch your forearm, gulping obviously as you try to shuffle back.

Bada was right. You were uncomfortable. And Minah wasn’t going to sit opposite you and let you be uncomfortable.

She stands abruptly, Bada leaning out of the way and letting the younger step past her.

Minah has tunnel vision; seeing nothing but you, trying to politely turn Redy’s advances down. It’s even worse because your team can’t even understand what’s being said to help you out. “Oh, thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested. We’re really busy, and I’ve already got someone in my life…” She hears your quiet response as she gets closer.

‘…Did she ask you out?’ The anger bubbles over inside Minah. She all but storms up to the pair, arms crossed intimidatingly. “She’s saying no, Redy. She’s uncomfortable. Leave her alone. You got your answer.” Minah’s bluntness is a welcome relief. You quietly let out a sigh as Minah stands in front of you, feeling the weight lift slightly off your chest.

“Sorry, were you involved in our conversation? I don’t think you were, actually-“ Redy starts, moving closer to you again.

“I am because you’re coming onto my girlfriend. And I’d really suggest backing up before things get bad for you. Quickly.” Minah’s eyes are narrowed, chest puffed as she takes a step closer. You look over at Redy, her eyes now wide as she puts the pieces together. You quietly apologise to the girl, before standing and taking Minah’s arm and leading her off-set and into an unoccupied corridor backstage.

“No, let me back at her. I swear to God-“

You place both hands on Minah’s shoulders, squeezing gently. That stops her rage for a moment, finally focusing on you. “Are you okay? She didn’t touch you, did she? I know you were uncomfortable… I just…” Minah’s eyes closed for a moment, trying to calm herself.

“I really shouldn’t find you that attractive when you’re jealous and overprotective.” Minah’s eyes pop open, looking at you incredulously.

“I was not jealous. I-“

Before she can open her mouth to keep lying, you answer her questions, “She only touched my arm, and I’m okay. Just… unsettled? Sorry, you had to help me deal with her. I just… didn’t know how to stop her without coming across as rude. You did a good job though.” You smile, hands deftly sliding up her shoulders and to her face, cupping her cheeks.

Minah brings her hands to rest over yours, sighing. “Don't apologise, baby. Just be rude. I hate watching people try and take advantage of your kindness. Especially like that. Bitch.” She hissed the last word quietly, feeling your fingers tap her cheek in response to her choice of words. The anger Minah had before fills her body for a moment before it softens as she meets your eyes. You take a step closer, Minah’s hands now dropping to your waist, thumbs caressing your skin. She sighs, “I… sorry. I hate seeing you uncomfortable, even a little bit. I care about you too much to see you like that…”

You’re both quiet for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence; Minah squeezes your waist as she tries to calm down again, ignoring the nagging feeling in her heart as her brain keeps replaying the events of before over and over. Redy's hands on your face, your arms... She bites her lip, suppressing her internal desire to go back out and-

“So… girlfriend, huh?” You can’t help but tease the girl in front of you, breaking her building bitterness, laughing as she groans and rests her head against your shoulder. You bring a hand up and stroke the back of her head, still giggling. “I liked it before you apologise. You should introduce me like that more often.” You feel Minah’s body tense before she pulls back to look at you.

“Yeah?” She smiles so cutely you can feel your heart race at her beauty, “You wanna be my girlfriend? You’ll be mine?” You return her loving smile, resting your foreheads together. “Mhm. As long as you’ll be mine.” Minah all but smirks at your reply, pulling back a little further and resting her palm on the back of your neck and brings you in. The glint in her eyes as her gaze drops to your lips giving you all the answers you need as she closes the distance between you.

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About 10 minutes later, you both emerge, back at the ring, hands entwined. Minah walks you back to your crew, squeezing your hand once more before returning to Bebe. Bada and Lusher stifle a laugh, Tatter motioning for the younger to come to them. Reaching up, Tatter wipes away smeared lipstick from the corner of Minah’s swollen lips. “Maybe next time you get all macho for your girl, look in a mirror before you come back?” The three giggle as they adjust Minah’s jacket and hair, askew and mused from your hands.

“Poor girl, did you maul her in, like, five minutes?” Lusher chuckles, noticing the already darkening mark on your neck from across the room… on the side of your neck that faced the 1Million crew.

Minah can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed, looking over at you and sending you a cheeky wink, before meeting Redy's eyes. Minah raises an eyebrow, wiping her lips and smirking at the elder, unable to stop herself from mouthing a quick 'mine' and glancing in your direction. She can't help relishing in how quickly Redy averts her eyes from both of you, laughing quietly.

Yeah, this was way better than her plan about 15 minutes ago.

[crying-fantasies]

Love fantasy

Masterlist

It all started as a normal cycle, he swears on his spark that it was an innocent and normal cycle.

"I interfaced with one of the humans".

Until it wasn't.

No bot can verify the fact but all are equally flabbergasted at the statement, humans are still a novelty aboard, it has been only a few earth years since they arrived to the starship and while friendships and primitive market of products are normal to see nowadays it still doesn't stop one or two glass cubes from shattering against the floor of Swerve's or the high grade that has gone down the wrong pipe by the mere words formed by Fizzle's vox.

No bot asked, no one even knew, no one really noticed him gone from the ship or when he came back but now they all have their attention at him even when he simply said it to the bot next to him, but gossiping, no matter species, is a big deal among sentient beings.

"You're lying"

"No!", almost sensing the others receptor audials over him he can only try to cover his EMF as close to his frame as possible, spoiler coiled near to his armor in a display of nervousness, "it was- it was out of this world, okay? And- and then she was-"

"It was a human femme?!"

Again, some were at their seats end, some again chocking on their drinks, others feeling their fans activate, everybot has seen for themselves how soft humans are, and even heard from the same humans that some are most soft than others.

Human femmes- er, woman and alike, were supposed to be the peak of softness, even human primitive communication devices (porn and magazines) said so!

"Primus dammit- do you want everybot to hear about it?", oh yes, please say more was something resonating among the processors of the most curious in the theme and the most deviant of them that had also thought of some organic colleagues in such a way, of course, Fizzle didn't had to know, and in some way it was his fault to talk about such a thing like a sparkling sharing secrets in a public area when the Lost Light was so big.

"Okay, okay, go on, what did she do?", there was silence, one that preceded the proton storm while Fizzle's spoiler raised back again in excitement to remember the exchange.

"...she played with my wires and with my spark"

If the two bots didn't know they were being eavesdropped before now they knew after a few bots cracked their glasses full of energon at the mere mention of the interface related activity, making they almost scape even when some bots wanted to keep hearing and asked them to come back, because it was the discovery of the century, well, almost, but it was still of great interest nonetheless for most of them!

"Wow, that was crazy, huh, Roddy?", Drift tries to ignore the other bots still remaining in the bar and their obnoxiously loud fans, hardly covering the growing charge on their EMF and now heated frames trying to seem as undisturbed as possible.

Even Rodimus, who stops as hard as he can his cooling fans, servos being negated of the littlest possibility to even shake at how hard his spark is pulsing, "Uhum".

First of the questions running around his processor is who was it? Fizzle doesn't even have any game going on or perceived by his optics to be able to drag along another mech on his habsuit, let alone a human that knows nothing about interfacing, which get to the next question running wild in circles around his processor: can a human do sparkplay? The idea is impossible but it doesn't stop his imagination where, in fact, it seems more than possible with those little hands and fingers running wild on a bot's spark chamber, he remembers the humans being taught cybetronian medic techniques, how they were so focused in healing illness and it isn't so hard to change the purposes of the delicate and sometimes rough way those little hands made their way around a spark and all the sensitive wiring around.

He ask to himself if the human Fizzle was talking about were to be, by any chance, you.

And he negates it, scratches it, deletes as far as he can any trace of the mere idea of it because it will break his spark in million pieces would be improper in everyway.

It is also improper to remember it when he is next to you while you read a datapad about once living creatures of Cybertron, little finger moving the page once in a while in your hunger for more information that gets his optics focused on the way your eyes move along the light and the glyphs on the screen.

Will your curiosity also extent to other possibilities? He has seen you go "woah" and "ahh" over simple things like the subtle communication between frames with wings and spoilers or the fair quantity of differences of one frame to the other, the image of your face looking with interest whatever you're reading and how you take notes on your personal datapad, little fingers moving along and pressing different places in the sensible screen while showing your obvious interest, your possible awe over his bared spark in front of you.

It's almost too easy, he only needs to change a few things, his open spark chamber is now the source of light reflecting on your eyes, a perfect miniature mirror of your actions as your fingers touch the sensible glass cover of his spark, he can almost feel the electricity driving away to your body to his waiting spark that welcomes it with a tremor as hard as lightning that spreads to his whole frame in electric pleasure, wires tensing at the movement around and all the pressure, trying to make give accomodations to every little electric pulses your body can send to his most sensible component.

"Roddy"

It's way too real, way too hard, and it gets worse when your fingers get replaced with your soft looking lips and tongue, lapping above the connections before sliding to his tensed wires, making a wet trail to his spark while he debates internally in his own fantasy, he is supposed to concentrate, to not come undone or look because he is sure it would be JUST. SO. HOT.

"Rods"

It doesn't even end there, he can hear your voice along it, processor and cooling fans working overtime while he can only focus on the possibility, on the maybe that lingers above, it only takes so little to have you kiss with tongue his spark and he can't take it-

"Rodimus!" Oh, now, that's his designation, the fantasy is shattered in pieces and he soon realizes one of his digits is above his spark chamber, you are looking at him, maybe confused, obviously worried, it's enough to make him let go of the digit between his dentae and feeling his spike depressurize- "why are you so hot?", nevermind.

"... I'm hot?...", a wicked grin blended with happiness is forming on his faceplate as his words trail on slowly, almost as he is tasting it.

"I mean", you correct yourself, you really didn't need to, "heat is coming from your body, are you going flames on again? Are we under attack again?"

"What? Nah, just...", daydreaming about impossibilities, about a weak porn, like humans call it, without basis, heated romance and passion he isn't even sure you share with him, impossibilities that drag his bleeding spark over every movement and word of yours that he clings on with greedy servos, it's so embarrassing and he is sure he'll offline by pure mortification if you ever get a word about his attraction to you just to be faced by any degree of disgust coming from you, "it's getting cold in here, wouldn't want you to freeze those little fingers to dead", he doesn't even offer his servo but it is almost a natural response when he sees you approaching him with fear on your steps by any possibility of being another normal day aboard the Lost Light, he doesn't even stop and let's you settle on his lap like the security protocols indicated.

Fear washes away quickly when you register his words, there is curiosity on your eyes, looking between him and your hands, before finally look at him in the optics again, "Oh, didn't know you heard about the effects of excessive cold on the most distant phalanges, I mean, it's something that only happens while in extreme freezing conditions in harsh environments or controlled ones in closed lab experiments-"

Rodimus really didn't get what you were talking or the whole deal you were explaining to him, but seeing you feel secure next to him, taking seat above him showing the full confidence and trust you put on him while your hands move to explain your point, putting the warm palm against his armor from time to time.

"Everything you touch is bound to fail anyway", harsh words pang among his memory archives while he touches a side of yours to prevent a fall, but he silenced it, preferring the sound of your voice that now was about something called homeostasis.

He wouldn't trade this moment for anything, not when he offers you a digit and you hold it immediately, well, maybe a kiss if you could be generous enough, but he will get there soon, he hopes so.

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I totally offer this one to @archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites by their glorious work of overheating and teasing Rodimus, I love it to the moon and back to hear about one of my faves even when he is mentally unstable and runs hot most of the time, it's his own charm, specially their newest works that relate to Roddy so much.

[infoglitch]

A dear Pain in the ass sister

(so uh.. I like blackguard.. that's all)

Enjoy

To say Weiss' family was inherently fucked up... Would be a understatement. Constantly at each others throats and either arguing or in the case of their mother, drowning in wine to wash away the pain.

So you can imagine weiss' horror when she received news her twin sister was on a bullhead to beacon to... Catch up apparently.

Weiss, was not all to pleased to receive this info, infact she was quite the opposite. She was INFURIATED to beyond belief.

She was pacing in her teams dorm as she was basically wanting to rip out her own hair at this point because of the rising fury she held in her as one ruby rose looked at her confused as she was gaming.

Ruby: Weiss I fail to see how "evil" sister is going to ruin you.

Weiss: because you dolt, my sister is everything wrong with the world! She's loud, obnoxious, her mouth has spewed so much vulgarity that it would make my father look like a saint. She is TERRIBLE-

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard as Weiss grumbled before going up to the door only to scowl as she saw one jaune arc.

Weiss: arc. What stupid plan do you have to court me now.

Jaune: wait.. how are you- i just- hold on im confused i just saw you at the gate also.. when did you have time to change and wash your hair?

Weiss looked at him before going pale as she immediately grabbing him by his collar.

Weiss: arc I will give as much lien as you want just please tell me you were hallucinating!

Jaune: hold on I'm still confused-

Weiss: ARC, please just say you were hallucinating. Please don't tell me you saw-

???: AH THERE YOU ARE DEAR BITCH OF A SISTER!

Weiss felt her heart plummet into her stomach as she looked to her right and saw her. This woman was a near replica of Weiss down to her cheekbones. Everything except her black hair, her biker attire and her vivid magenta eyes.

Belamere "bleiss" noir givrése. Weiss Schnee's twin sister and the only daughter to bear their father's last name.

Weiss: bleiss.. good to see you too.. dear.. sister

Bleiss walked up to her sister as she bear hugged her which seemed to catch off surprise.

Bleiss: how long has it been since we seen each other? Days, months. I lost count after the man-whore decided to send me to vacuo.

Bleiss let go as Weiss looked at her as she was beaming with a smile on her face as Ruby appeared next to Weiss.

Ruby: i don't see how she's bad.. nor the fact she's apparently your evil twin.

Bleiss looked at Ruby curiously as she leaned in REAL close to observe every aspect.

Bleiss: hmm I wanna say your going for a goth aesthetic but the red pops out which I wanna say is intended but-

Ruby: well hello to you too I guess-

Bleiss: oh right shit apologies.

Bleiss stepped back and stuck out her hand as Ruby looked at her curiously.

Bleiss: i am belamere givrése but my enemies call me bleiss

Jaune: oh that's interesting.. what do your friends call you.

It went dead quiet as bleiss turned around and looked at jaune.

Bleiss: ok.. who the hell are you?

Jaune: im-

Weiss: -less of a pain than you that's who he is!

The twins glared at each other as bleiss narrowed her eyes at her "proper" reflection.

Bleiss: interrupting someone is rather rude dear sister, especially when their introducing themselves. I thought you knew this since father was so focused on making you his doll.

Weiss said nothing but her hand hovered over myrtenaster as she glared daggers at her counterpart.

Weiss: you... take.. that. Back.

Bleiss: oh struck a nerve did I dear sister?~ you always were easier to enrage than winter and bitchley.

Weiss growled at her as she took out myrtenaster as she thrusted her weapon towards her twin as bleiss caught it with her twin axes, Berta and Marta.

Bleiss: hmm seems your fuse is getting shorter by the day-

Suddenly Weiss and bleiss found themselves picked up as Ruby was hold up Weiss with jaune holding bleiss.

Jaune: l-lets calm down everyone!

Bleiss: hey- let me go jackass, no one is allowed to touch me!

Jaune: really sorry but I don't feel like watching a bloodbath, especially when this is the first time Weiss has gotten like THAT!

We see Weiss was basically foaming at the mouth as Ruby carried her into the dorm as bleiss felt jaune let go as she landed before pointing berta at his throat as jaune raised his hands.

Bleiss: ok. One. NO ONE. Gets involved in matters with my family, two. next time you touch me I am chopping off your hands and then you probably tiny DICK.

Jaune and bleiss stared at each other as jaune put his hands on berta as he spoke calmly and softly.

Jaune: look I think I get your frustration, but Weiss is my friend, you two may be family but family don't act like that. So pardon me for making sure my friend is ok.

Bleiss looked at him as something clicked in her head.

Bleiss: your an arc aren't you?

Jaune nodded.

Jaune: what's it to you?

Bleiss: nothing just... Makes sense an arc of all people would act like they know about family.

Bleiss put away her axes as she walked passed him.

Bleiss: I'll be around the campus to check in on my sister. Don't get in my way again, jaune.

Jaune looked at her slightly confused on why she knows his name but he shrugged it off as we end our story here....

For now.

[eddiemania]

Perfumed Confessions.

Description: He was mysterious, loud, and most of all, charming. When y/n discovered her attraction towards Hawkings High School's freak, Eddie Munson, she simply wanted to dig a hole and hide inside of it. What would her friends think of her if they ever saw them together? Despite the obstacles, she was an introvert who had the luck of being on the cheer team because of her physical abilities, surrounding herself with obnoxious jocks.

Warnings: Mention of drugs, mocking, switch!eddie, fem!y/n, unprotected sex, disapproving family

"I can well assure you the principal would love to have a little chat, Mr. Munson, don't you think?" Your biology teacher suggested. For the past five minutes, the entire class was hooked on Eddie's argument with her. The reason was the janitor who entered the class, informed her about something unknown to you, and calmly left.

"Well, I can assure you that this is bullshit. You have no right to kick me out of-" Eddie tried to argue but was soon interrupted by the classroom door opening. Everyone's whispers suddenly stopped, quietly observing Mr. Mayford, your High School's principal, greeting the biology teacher before turning his gaze to Eddie.

"Mr. Munson, could I have a moment?" He questioned. The long-haired boy was visibly stressed, twittering his foot on the ground before sighing and nodding. The second he stood up, whispers began traveling across the room once more.

As your teacher followed them outside, Jason and some of his friends who happened to be in the same class as you began chuckling. "What happened?" Your closest friend, Ally asked, her eyes focused on the three boys, "They probably found needles and syringes on the bathroom floor again, oh man!" Jason scoffed as his friends burst out laughing.

Your eyes widened the moment you noticed your friend building up a slight smile at the boy's comment, "Or maybe they found fairy dust," Hunter added, acting dizzy. You wanted to say something, defend Eddie, but you couldn't. The words simply couldn't come out of your mouth.

The second you turned away, Jason noticed your behavior shifting and immediately stood up from his seat, "y/n," he spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "What's wrong?" he asked. "You're not funny, Jason," you spat out, causing him to take a step back and stare at you with confusion.

"See y/n, that's why everyone here likes you, you're so kind and..." he paused, messing with your hair, "Adorable." It didn't matter whether or not he was being sarcastic. Deep down, you knew that the only thing that mattered to being a part of that group was the cheerleader title and a pretty face. Although you enjoyed your sport, your interest in it started weakening the more of a beauty pageant it became.

"Feeling bad for even people like him." His arm was still wrapped around you when Eddie entered the class again, his gaze immediately landing on Jason and you. He didn't say anything to defend himself, he simply sat down, zipping his backpack as the lesson normally carried on.

It was the first time that you realized, but when his friends weren't around, Eddie was different. He was quiet.

After the bell notified everyone that it was time for the lunch break, your friends immediately stood up, some of them rushing outside, while some others peaked over the homework you were completing.

They waited for a minute or two before you raised your head up, noticing they were still there, "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you," You informed at which they nodded, leaving the classroom empty with just you, Eddie and the biology teacher.

"y/n, is everything alright?" The woman questioned, moving closer towards you. You raised your gaze, nodding in response. "Just some trouble with equations," you sighed. "If you need any help, I can try," she smiled.

You appreciated her effort but politely declined, watching her eventually leave the classroom. Eddie was still quiet, jotting down something you couldn't see in his messy notebook.

You carefully placed your bag over your shoulder before getting off your seat. Your heart beat faster as you approached the door. With courage, you shifted your eyes to him, a kind smile on your face. "Have a nice day," you beamed, hearing no response as you exited the room.

The rest of the week went along peacefully. You didn't get any chance to approach Eddie again, although you knew that his lack of presence around you wasn't the one thing keeping you from speaking up.

You sat at the back of your father's car as he drove, your eyes fixated on the piece of paper you were tightly holding.

"I can't get you out of my head"

"What's that smell y/n?" your father shook you out of your trance. You immediately put the perfumed note in your pocket before sighing, "What smell?" you questioned, "Didn't you overdo it with that cologne?" he rolled his eyes.

You nervously nodded, before looking out the window, "It was um..." you paused, "It was an accident,"

Giving him a message with your perfume on was definitely something you hadn't analyzed too much. You were nervous. Even if it was anonymous, anyone in the halls could see you slipping a love note into Eddie Munson's locker or bag, and you were well aware it would certainly not end well.

Your friends finding out would be the least of your problems, but once the news reached your upper-class family's ears, you would be punished for at least the following century.

They wouldn't dare to imagine their daughter even standing close to a person like him. It was unfair and cruel, but changing their minds was simply unachievable.

The moment you walked into school, people's eyes began following you. You wore a short skirt which you managed to hide from your father by putting a long coat over it, and a simple white shirt on top.

"Hey pretty," Jason immediately followed you, making you internally groan, "Good morning," you beamed, trying to not visibly seem upset by his presence. "Looking good today," he complimented, to which you kindly smiled, thanked him, and walked away.

The bell rang and the plan you came up with last night rushed through your head. You immediately started running towards biology where you knew Eddie had left his bag just to play D&D with some people he hang out with who were mostly freshmen.

You walked inside the room and immediately were greeted by your bio teacher, "y/n, you're quite early," she pointed out, to which you chuckled, "I was uh," you took a deep breath, "At Mr. Ronald's class next door for a missing assignment," You lied, making her nod in response.

The second she turned her gaze on some papers, you managed to drop the small note on Eddie's bag, which was waiting in his seat, just like you expected. What you did not expect, though, was for the note to get lost between the pages of the notebook he had outside all the time, the one he was scribbling things at instead of paying attention to class.

At first thought, nothing had gone wrong, but thinking it over again, you hadn't planned for him to find out about the message right inside this classroom.

What if the teacher took it away? Or even worse, what if your friends snatched it away and figured out about your scent?

Your brain was working on max, but the moment you decided to reach inside his backpack and fix the paper's placement, your teacher turned her attention back to you, interrupting your actions.

"Did you need something y/n?" she questioned, making the back of your neck sweaty. "N-no, why would you ask that?" you cautiously responded, "You're still standing there," the woman chuckled, and you awkwardly chuckled in response before people started entering the classroom.

You quietly went back to your seat and waited.

The moment Eddie walked inside the room, he took a brief look around before sitting down, his hair covering the entire desk the moment he placed his head down on the cold surface.

"Everyone, open your books on page 127, and your notebooks for notes, please," the woman spoke, her eyes specifically targeting Eddie, who was about to sleep on the desk.

"Mr. Munson, the same goes to you," she said in a serious tone before the boy raised his head, "I forgot my book," he responded, to which she gave him an apologetic smile, "Well, you can at least write done some notes. Do you need a piece of paper?" she offered, but he declined, "It's fine,"

Eddie sighed, reaching inside his backpack before grabbing the same torn notebook he used for every class, the cover which portrayed an electric guitar being cracked up and half faded.

As the teacher began the lesson, Eddie started flipping through the pages, doodling over anything it landed on, although he immediately stopped the moment a folded paper appeared in between the pages.

Unfazed, he inspected it, confused by its scent as he kept on unfolding it.

"I can't get you out of my head"

The boy slightly looked around, confused and cautious, trying to ignore the heat warming up his cheeks. It was probably a prank, a master plan that one jock had come up with just to ridicule him, but the scent was oddly familiar to him.

He placed it inside his pocket, something that caught your attention, your legs both shaking with anxiety.

The school day quickly came to an end, and Eddie was nowhere to be found. Even if it did calm you, deep down, you wished something more would happen.

You were certain he assumed it was some stupid prank of Jason's and chances were that he threw it away with the bag of walnuts he brought with him every day to lunch.

That thought kept rewinding inside your head again and again, from the moment you got onto the bus, up until you reached your house's front door, because the moment you took that turn, your brain stopped functioning.

He was there.

Eddie Munson was sitting on your porch, a cigarette between his lips as his eyes followed your pace towards him. You tried to walk faster, looking at the neighbor's houses just to make sure no one was outside looking at you.

"Isn't it the one and only y/n?" he beamed, catching you off guard. You just stared at him, your eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" you confusingly asked, to which he shrugged as a response.

"I laughed so hard!" he spoke sarcastically, but before you could even respond, he interrupted you, "Come on, it was a good one. Was your little boyfriend involved, too?" Eddie scoffed, "Or did he steal your perfume and just went for the romantic confessions? I didn't know how had it in him."

You sat there, unable to form a single sentence.

"Come on y/n, what did you think was gonna happen? Hm? You would wait with your brainless friend group outside my house trying to catch me jerking off to your pretty letters?" He scoffed, making you widen your eyes, "I'm sick of all of you trying-"

"Eddie!"

"What?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" you questioned, utter confusion taking over you. "Are you joking? Do you think I'm that dumb? I found the letter you put in my bag."

Your cheeks were red and once he realized the look you were giving him was anything but manipulative, he rubbed his eyes, letting a deep breath out, "It-" he paused, "It wasn't a joke?"

"Of course it was not! Why the hell would I do that?" you snapped, catching him off guard. His look was full of shock, just as if he had seen a ghost, but both of you were suddenly interrupted by a familiar engine entering the block. You quickly placed your hand over your mouth, shakily unlocking the front door before dragging him inside your house.

"What's going on?" the boy asked, trying to peak through the window, "Don't make any sound, my parents are back home," you ran with his hand inside your grip straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"If they see you here, both you and I are going to get murdered," you swallowed, heavily breathing as you leaned against the door. "Are they that strict?" Eddie frowned, making you nod.

"Hey um, about what you said... I-"

"y/n?"

Both of you quickly turned your heads towards the door where your mother's voice came from, "Just a minute mom!" you cursed under your breath, shoving Eddie inside your closet and shutting the door.

"What's taking you so long?" before she began twisting the locked handle again, you shortly unlocked it, glancing upwards to your mother. "I was changing," you awkwardly smiled, "And why was your door locked? You're literally alone," she argued, entering your room before shooting a couple of concerned glances around.

"You know how paranoid I am with being alone in here," you responded, knowing your answer was quite convincing to her. She nodded, taking a few steps back before sighing, "Once you're done, come downstairs for lunch," she informed before eventually leaving.

"Hey pretty, care to explain now?" he opened the door, as you stared at his white reebok sneakers approaching you, "Eddie you need to leave," you quickly responded, making him roll his eyes, "Well I'm not doing that until you start explaining,"

"Explain what exactly?"

"I don't know? Why a cheerleader from Jason Carvers' friend group is sending me little lovey-dovey notes? Perfume sprayed and all?" he couldn't help but grin. "That letter was a mistake, alright?" you groaned, trying to snatch it off him the moment your hand was in his grip.

"Don't lie to me, pretty," he lowered his face, placing it inches away from yours, "You can't really hide it that well, you know," he added, not letting you off him, "Always good mornings, have a great day's, smiles, mini skirts," his eyes traveled down your exposed legs.

"You know, for the title strict, your parents are really loose with you," his lips were close to your ear, his whispers making your cunt ache with pleasure. "But who am I to judge, right?" he beamed, his large hands gently touching the bare skin on your back, his cold rings causing shivers to run down your body.

"I can't imagine what it must be like for them," He scoffed, "Knowing their daughter has filthy fantasies about Eddie Munson, who? The druggie," he began kissing the warmth of your neck carefully, his other hand shifting to your cheek.

"Do you?" he questioned, shifting you back to reality, "Huh?" you whispered, making him smile against your neck as he slowly walked towards your door, pushing you against it, "Do you have fantasies about me, y/n?"

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around his neck, causing him to pull away and look at you. "Sometimes,"

"What are we doing?" he slowly leans in, pecking your lips right before he grabs your waist again, "You're touching me," you admit without overthinking your words and grins, "Where, lovely?"

Taking a deep breath as you kiss him, you gently take his hand, moving it towards your clothed cunt. His breathing becomes more rapid and your heartbeats only intensify.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," you plead as his hand rubs you over your little coverage panties, "Don't worry, you will have to live with your own guilt," he suddenly drags you down on your soft bed with him, making you sit right on top of his bulge as he lays down.

Your first instinct makes you grind on him, helping you please some of the pressure you felt on your lower belly. You pace up, listening to his sweet panting and groaning. You could have never believed you'd ever be able to see Eddie Munson like this.

His hands grab onto your bare thighs, squeezing you so hard that you're certain it will leave multiple bruises and marks.

"Please, pretty," he breathes as you notice his desperate attempts, "Stay still," you respond before taking a last glimpse of the door behind you. You unbuckle his belt, carefully revealing his cock.

You shallow before you start caressing it softly, making Eddie look at you with satisfaction the moment he stood up, balancing on his arms. "So, so good," he grins, his one hand playing with your hair.

After a while, your eyes rise meeting his. You nervously looked at him as you began lowering your face, but Eddie immediately stopped you. "Have you gone down before?" he questioned, to which you shook your head.

"Then we don't have to do this today," and with that his hands raised you off the flood, making you sit on his bare lap. "You're so wet for christ's shake," he groaned, laying you on your bed, your belly against the mattress.

You giggle, making him stare at you with confusion, "What's so funny?" he questions, filling your entire back with sloppy kisses, "You can't decide where the hell you want me, Munson," you grin, arching your back just enough to make your skirt hover above your ass.

His eyes are pinned on you, feeling his already hard dick begging to contact your beautiful skin. He gently raises your skirt even higher, looking at your white panties under it.

"Holy shit," he gulps before slowly placing his hand over your skin, squeezing you cautiously. You smile at the contact while biting your lower lip, "Can i-"

"Yes, please," you cut him off, placing a small kiss on the hand next to you. He begins cursing as his tip reaches your entrance, while you at his hands grasping your bedsheets.

The moment he pushes himself inside of you, an unexpected moan escapes your mouth, which you immediately attempt to cover with your hand, "Jesus," he moans as well, letting his now bare body lay on top of your own.

His skin feels godly on you. Eddie begins pacing up, soft moans, whimpers, and skin contact feeling the entire room, "You see y/n, I might have fantasies with you as well," he takes a minute to breathe. "The only difference is that mine are more perverted than yours,"

His words make you place your smaller hands over his own, letting go of your pillow and grabbing onto his own grip. He keeps moaning and pushing himself inside of you while whispering in your ear. Whispering everything you want and need to hear.

"You're so goddamn perfect," he keeps kissing the side of your face as he's behind you, "If only you knew half the things I've dreamt about doing to your pretty little body," he groans.

"Eddie, please!" you whine and he chuckles, "What is it, pretty?" he questions as you increase the strength of your grip, "Harder,"

His hips begin slamming against you as his hand muffles the moans you wish you didn't have to suppress. Your eyes start tearing up and you feel your climax building up to the max.

"Cum all over me, do it." he moans, never decreasing the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders. You listen to him and let go, your orgasm taking over every inch of your body, making you fall inside his arms while your legs shake.

"Oh God,"

"Oh shit," he keeps cursing and cursing until he eventually falls back onto the bed where both his and your clothes were tossed. "You should send me notes more often," he grins, "I don't think so, Munson," you smile.

[spicyicetea]

Although the poll isn’t over, I wanted to start writing the first few chapters of the VariousYandere!JJBA x reader. Mainly because it’s going to take a while to catch up to where I am currently in the anime so I wanted to at least get the prologue done. From the current poll, it seems you guys want Y/N to be completely powerless, I didn’t expect that at all cause I thought that’d be boring but I would be damned if I didn’t give the people what they wanted. This does make the goal of saving as many people as possible difficult given Y/N will be unable to aid in fights in anyway- my solution to this issue is having an additional character to help Y/N. I decided this will be in the style of an isekai, with the Y/N being an ordinary person from reality (I’m pretty sure I made that clear in the other post) so the other character will be their roommate. I’m placing the Y/N character as a university/college student (I’m English so Uni is like 18 and above but I’ve heard some places have college to around that age so you can decide which one you prefer to imagine) but exact age isn’t ever specified- you are said to be younger than the other person though. All characters that are yandere for Y/N are 18+ the only characters that will stay under 18 are platonic relations. Either way, with all of that out of the way, enjoy the prologue.

You were always ours

JJBA Various!Yandere x Reader

MDNI with this story it will contain NSFW themes and behaviour, you are responsible for the content you consume

(Prologue)/ Next part

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called from across the street.

Turning down the music that blasted in your ears, an arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you to look at them. A blonde woman grinned with a devious snicker, her hand slipping into the bag clutched at your side. The others she had been with waved goodbye and crossed the road, avoiding the busy traffic that usually crowded the streets just after lectures were over.

“Oh, I thought you were staying behind for that club you’re in.” You say, slipping the headphones off your head.

“Yeah, it was cancelled so I thought come hunt you down. You never spend time with me after classes, so I’m going to make you! We’re gonna go bowling!”

“Eliana… with whose money?”

The blonde paused and let out a nervous laugh. “Yours?”

“Nope, you still haven’t paid me back for the three dinners in a row I paid for.”

“Y/NNnnnnnn don’t do this-“

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips, as she pouted dramatically and rifled through her own wallet to confirm her own lack of cash. Despite having known her since you were basically toddlers, her behaviour never became boring. Headache inducing, but not boring.

The blonde girl was Eliana Hounds, she was by far your closest friend. Your parents themselves were best friends so the two of you had been playmates since day one. She was always an extrovert, loves to be loud and obnoxious and those who don’t run, are her new friends whether they like it or not. Despite that though, she was dependable as hell. While your gaggle of friends was in their delinquent era she would often take the fall for pranks that she wasn’t even involved with. Plus there was that incident with your ex…she beat the crap about of them. In your dorms she is your roommate, often watching her anime into the early hours of the morning in the shared living room. She had always been really into anime, trying to get you to watch whatever she was hyperfixating on at the time. Much to her disappointment, you often turned her down. Not because you weren't interested, but damn your professors loved giving you essays and you simply didn't have time for sitting around anymore.

“Well then, we can hang out in our dorm! Yeah, I’m rewatching one of my favourite anime’s and you said you’re taking a break from that essay! We can watch it together.” She confidently said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with her down the street.

You opened your mouth in protest, only to pause and just sigh. She was right. You had pulled an all nighter the previous night and managed to finish your essay already. Maybe it would be okay to take the weekend easy, plus a new anime sounds nice, Eliana always had good tastes.

“Sure why not.”

Arriving in the dorm, Eliana kicked her shoes off, taking the grocery bag from around your wrist. You muttered a small thanks as you neatened the shoes in the doorway, following her into the living room as she rifled through the bag. The food you had just got from the shop laid on the coffee table as she rubbed her hands together with a hungry grin.

“Instant ramen, spam, ooo even some bacon and eggs! We’re eating food tonight.”

“Excuse me, but I wanted to enjoy that!”

“We can share! Come on Y/N, you wouldn’t let me starve.”

You just raised a brow with a smirk and she huffed, getting up from the sofa.

“I can make some fried rice with the leftover rice in the fridge?” She offered with a sheepish grin.

“Good, I’ll set up in here, you mind cooking the meat and eggs too?”

She nodded and scooped up what she needed, before leaving to our small kitchen. You followed her to grab two large bowls and put the kettle on, taking the bowls back and setting them down on the coffee table. With a small struggle the instant ramen packet tore open, small pieces of the dry noodles hitting the table. Now cracked in half, the ramen clacked against the porcelain bowls as you tore open the seasoning packet with your teeth.

“Oh… there’s no way this is enough for both of us…”

“What’s wrong?” Eliana yelled from the kitchen.

“Seasoning packet! This is gonna be some bland ass ramen… damn.”

“Well, aren’t I just the best friend in the world! Whenever I make extra ramen for my binge sessions, I only use one flavouring sachet. Check behind the paprika on the… ya know spinning thing.”

“The lazy Susan? Alright.” You muttered, rummaging through the seasoning and grabbing the blank foil packages. It was impossible to tell what flavour they were, so you just had to pick one and pray it would taste good with the ramen.

Time passed quickly until the thrown together dinner was done, but it smelt amazing. Eliana had already burnt her tongue twice with her ramen broth, seeming to not learn her lesson when she goes in the third time.

“Hey, wait and let it cool down a little!”

“Sorry sorry I’m just so hungry!”

You sigh but laugh at her behaviour handing her the Tv remote as something brushes against your leg. Looking to your side you spot Eliana’s pet, although he followed you most the time.

“Why don’t you get the anime ready and I’ll feed Mochi.” Eliana just nodded in response, logging into her Netflix as you scooped up the bunny and took him to the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the small bunny was happily gorging himself on his own dinner as your stomach growled for yours. When you entered the living room the intro for the first episode was already playing. Jojo’s bizarre adventure?

“Is the adventure really so bizarre?” You jokingly ask, sitting beside Eliana.

“Heh, you bet, this show is weird as hell but I bet good money you’ll like it!”

You both sat in silence, letting the intro play before it seemed to buffer. A blue haired man and a blonde haired man appeared on the screen seeming to be arguing.

“What? This isn’t where episode one should start… did I click the wrong one?” Eliana picked up the Tv remote and froze, it slipping from her fingers and she slumped forwards, her face hitting the table.

“Holy shit! Eliana?” You kneeled at her side , trying to shake her awake. When you looked back up to try and figure out what happened your eyes met the Tv. It was no longer just the men from before, multiple others stood beside them, staring you down.

“You finally notice us, took you long enough. That bitch only ever let us see you once before now.” One said, adjusting the hat he wore to show his eyes clearer.

You just stared at the Tv in shock, cradelling Eliana’s body. Suddenly it felt like something grabbed you from behind, strong arms locking you in the hunched over position. Said arms didn’t seem as imaginary as you wished they were, looking down and seeing the purple appendages holding you tightly. A splitting pain spread through your head starting at one of your eyes, the world going blurry. Everything felt like it was spinning, only catching a glimpse of your own semi unconscious body in the reflection of your phone before passing out. A strange star had taken the place of one of your pupils. None of this was making any sense.

“Eliana…” you groaned as you fell unconscious, squeezing her hand as you did.

(There it is, I hope it seems good so far. As the poll isn’t really moving I’m going to try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. I apologise for the clear biases I will have to certain characters and parts in the series- I will cover as much as I can but I’m itching for my jotaro ok- I… I’m a simp and want him, don’t pretend your not. But I will be covering part 1 and 2 before then don’t worry and there will be extensive scenes with the MCs for said part. Prepare for me to baby girl Speedwagon he deserves it-)

[annasghosts]

Five Ways to Seduce a Wizard

@jilymicrofics written using the prompts Jam and Admiration. On Ao3

Lily looked up as Mary slapped the latest number of Witch Weekly on her bed. “That’s it. it’s 1977, a woman doesn’t have to wait for a man to make the first move.”

“Five ways to seduce a wizard.” Lily read. “What is this, Mary?”

“This, my friend, is the way to push our oblivious Quidditch captain to get his head out of his arse and his tongue into your mouth.”

“MARY!”

1 – Eating can be sexy, show him.

“Lily?”

“Yes?” She asked, smiling coyly at James. She couldn’t believe it had been that easy, but maybe the journalist had known what she was talking about after all.

“Is there something wrong with the jam?”

“No, why?”

James frowned at her, confused. “You keep licking it. I know you don’t like to waste food, but you shouldn’t have to eat it if it has gone bad.”

2 – Make him feel like your knight in shiny armour.

As she approached him at the end of the prefects meeting, Lily was feeling quite confident. Yes, the jam had been a slight miscalculation, but this was going to work, everyone knew James had a hero complex.

“Hi, James.”

“Hi, Head girl,” he said with a wink, “everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m ready for rounds, even if I feel a bit tired tonight.” She shrugged in a very casual way and looked at him through her eyelashes. “I might need someone to hold me up.”

“Oh, if you’re tired you should rest.” He looked at the list in front of him. “Fawley? Fancy switching patrol rounds with Lily?” Lily’s mouth dropped open as the Seventh year Hufflepuff nodded her agreement and James smiled back at her. “Problem solved.”

3 – Every man likes a home cooked meal.

Lily wasn’t much of a cook, but she still felt optimistic as she walked up from the kitchens with a fresh batch of homemade chocolate fudge. Everyone liked chocolate fudge.

“Oi, Evans!”

She turned and smiled as James approached her. Perfect. “Hi. I made some fudge.”

“Oh!” James’ eyes widened before his face broke into a wide smile. “You’re the best.” Lily frowned at his comment. Not exactly the romantic declaration she’d been thinking of but- “How did you know nothing cheers Remus up more after a full moon than fudge?”

“Oh. Well, everyone likes fudge.”

4 – Admiration is key.

Lily wasn’t sure if she should feel offended or not as James kept misunderstanding her attempts of seducing him, but she felt the forth advice on the list held some merit. James had always enjoyed admiration and there was no reason why he couldn’t appreciate it from her. With that in mind she leaned towards him, peering down at his Transfiguration essay. “Another O.” She said, smiling. “I’ve always been envious of how brilliant you are at Transfiguration.”

A loud silence followed her words as James looked at her, stunned.

“Are you sick, Evans?” Sirius interjected, pocking his head out from behind James’ shoulders.

“I feel perfectly fine, thank you.”

“You look flushed.”

“Ugh. You are such an obnoxious prat!” She said and turned back to her own essay. Bloody Sirius Black.

“Now I recognize you.”

5 – Touch can convey your interest like nothing else.

Potion was the one class where they shared a desk, no obnoxious mates of his to interrupt them.

“You should stir more gently.” She said, reaching out to hold and guide his hand.

“Oh, you can-” James reached awkwardly for her other hand and wrapped it around the wooded stick, taking his hand away as soon as she got hold of it.

Lily frowned, but didn’t say anything. As the class drew to an end with James carefully keeping his distance from her Lily was starting to feel more and more confused so, when Slughorn praised their work, she moved to grab his hand, thinking if he didn’t respond she could play it off as a friendly gesture, but as soon as her fingers grazed his wrist he jumped away from her, promptly pouring their potion all over the floor. “Fuck.”

“MR POTTER!”

+1 – Be yourself?

“Lily, I’m really worried about you.”

She turned to see James stare at her. There was genuine concern in his eyes and she sighed, he had to be that nice. No consideration for her silly crush at all.

“Why?”

“You aren’t acting like yourself.”

“I feel fine, James.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He looked so earnest Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “Here.” She dropped the article in his lap and watched as his eyes widened behind his glasses.

“This- you-”

“The jam? Yes. Asking you to hold me during patrol? Yes, again. And guess what? Admiring your Transfiguration skills? Done that too! Touching? You can blame our first D in Potion on that.”

James spluttered. “But you don’t fancy me!”

“Why would you say that?”

“Bullying toerag? Would rather date the Giant Squid?”

“James, that was almost two years ago.”

“Oh.” He said, a smirk slowly taking over his face. “And what does the article suggest if all moves fail?”

“Probably something about the oblivious wizard getting his head out of his arse and snogging the very patient witch that fancies him.”

[crappymixtape]

something infinite • part five

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART FIVE E A S I E R T O P R E T E N D

part five of something infinite – are you and steve finally figuring each other out? it’s obvious you drive each other crazy, but is it possible you’re starting to like it? | ( 3k, angsty fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 lying, ben kessler

“Are you serious? Oh my god,” you swore under your breath, snatching a book that was upside down off the shelf and shooting a glare down the aisle at the mop of brown hair at the end. Clearing your throat you raised your brows at him, waving the book in your hand. “Yeah? Really?”

Steve glanced up from the open book in his hands, the one he was supposed to be putting away, expression nonplussed, “What? It’s in the right spot on the shelf isn’t it?”

Your lips firmed into a line, “It’s like you’re not even trying.” Grumbling to yourself you replaced the book right side up and stalked back to the returns cart to grab more titles. Today’s shift had felt longer than normal, maybe because it was the hottest day of the year so far. Maybe because all you wanted was to go to the skatepark. Maybe because Steve Harrington was still the most obnoxious boy you’d ever met.

The lake day had been unexpected and you’d softened a bit. He’d shown you a side of him you hadn’t known existed and it’d piqued your interest, you couldn’t deny that, but since then he’d gone back to calling you princess and generally driving you up the wall.

Glancing back down the aisle you saw Steve was still reading the book he needed to put back.

“Hey, nerd. Do you want to be here all afternoon?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice down, but the woman one row over glared at you through the shelf. You gave her an apologetic look before turning to shoot daggers back at Steve.

“Christ, fine. Don’t need to get so worked up, Princess,” he mumbled something else you didn't catch under his breath, but closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf.

“Don’t call me that,” came as an automated reply and he grunted back like he always did, a mixture of amusement and irritation, but he grabbed more books from the cart and you both fell into a rhythm.

At first it had been awkward, bumping into each other, dropping books, generally being too loud, but after nearly a month you’d finally figured out each other’s habits and mannerisms in between bickering. You were organized, had a process, went alphabetically and didn’t like to talk much while you were putting books away. Steve just grabbed a handful of titles off the cart and walked haphazardly around the library cramming books onto shelves and always had something to say when he walked past you.

“Wrong section, Princess.”

“Shoe’s untied…kidding.”

“Jesus–did you know a million earth’s can fit inside the sun?”

“Gummy worm?”

Today was no different.

“So, Sinclair told me if you put like four or five of those fireworks together, you know, Satan’s Baby or whatever it is? It’s enough to make a stick of dynamite. How the hell is that safe?”

“Mmm, remind me to not stand near you when we’re lighting shit off tomorrow.”

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me those little assholes would be down at least a few fingers.”

“Sure.”

“Yeah? I bet you’re an instigator. ‘Here, you hold it.’ Hm?”

Turning away from your shelf you fixed him with a look. “To be honest, I haven’t done fireworks since like 6th grade.”

“Sixth grade? Seriously? Have you ever even been to a fair?”

You felt your cheeks flush. This was ridiculous. So what if you’d never been to a fair? What was this, the 50s? “Seriously?” your face scrunched up mockingly at first. “No. I haven’t,” followed in a flatter tone.

“Huh.”

Steve dropped his gaze back to the books in his hands and you stared at him expectantly for a minute before letting out a huff. He knew just how to wind you up.

“’Huh’ what?”

“Oh, nothing. Just weird that you’ve never been to a fair,” Steve flicked his eyes up to look down the row at you, “You know. Cotton candy, giant soda, ferris wheels. Get your boyfriend to win you a bear or whatever.”

“No. No cotton candy, no ferris wheels, no boyfriends,” you grumbled, heat rising in your chest, “What’s your point?”

“No point, just curious,” and then Steve gave you a small grin and the look in his eye made your stomach flip over, cheeks burning.

“Oh. Well, great. Mystery solved,” you shot back, turning quickly toward the shelf and busying yourself with putting your books back. But Steve didn’t rib you any further on it and you settled into the quiet of the library.

Moving in oddly synchronized unison, you both slowly cut the distance between each other, chipping away at the returns with Steve on one end of the aisle and you on the other. As he inched closer you could hear him humming low to himself, was it Pet Shop Boys? His fingers drumming along the metal rack as he went and you felt yourself becoming more and more distracted. You shook your head. It was nothing, just Steve being obnoxious.

Looking down at the next book in your hands, you saw Vol. 2: An Anthology of 18th Century English Poetry had to go back on the second-to-top shelf, and it wasn’t exactly small. Glancing around for the step stool you couldn’t find it and after peeking at the end of the aisle you didn’t see it there either. You looked over to hear Steve was still humming, was it Wham! this time? Ugh. No way were you asking for help. You could reach it.

“C’mon,” pushing onto the toes of your Chucks, your fingers scrambled to shove it between Volumes 1 and 3, but it slipped and you flinched, waiting for it to hit your face.

But when it didn’t you slowly opened one eye and saw a hand gripping the book just above your head. Following up the freckled arm you let out a small groan when Steve was at the other end, grinning like he’d won a bet or something.

“You know, you’re like when you step in gum. It’s just stuck on your shoe forever until it gets old and crusty and falls off,” your tone had started off sharp, but it stuttered as Steve leaned up to tip the book back into place. You were close enough to feel the warmth of him, like he held the sun in his chest, and your pulse fluttered again in your neck.

“Really know how to butter a guy up,” he said, voice a little lower than usual. His arm dropped back down and settled on the shelf behind you, bracketing you in. The toes of your shoes were dangerously close as his eyes dropped to meet yours, “You’re welcome by the way.”

Your cheeks were bright red, you could feel it, and the sound of his voice was making it worse by the minute. When his eyes met yours, all burnt caramel and honey, you felt the irritation in you flicker with something else. He smelled like cedar and leather, like spearmint gum and boy and for a moment your brain went all fuzzy.

“I had it,” you tried muster up what little bite you had left, but the heat behind your words had cooled and it came out like a murmur.

“You did?”

You were so close now your noses were almost touching. Could see the freckles dotting along the curve of Steve’s jawline, the way his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks when he blinked down at you, the soft pink of his lips, the little mole at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey you two, quitting time—“ your aunt had impeccable timing.

You jumped apart so quickly it was like you both were at risk of being burnt and the awkward silence that lingered made you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Great, perfect. I’ll just roll the cart back,” your words came tumbling out, a rambling jumble of a sentence and Steve just grinned down at his feet.

Your aunt wasn’t born yesterday, she knew things, so without letting on too much she gave you a big smile and shook her head, “I’ll get the returns, you two go ahead and get outta here.”

“Thanks, Ms. Byers,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Course. Feel free to come by for the barbecue tomorrow too before the fair, Steve. Hop’s making burgers, but I’d suggest driving your own car,” your aunt gave him a little grin and, god bless her, his face flushed all the way up to his ears.

“Hah, yeah, drive my own car. That’s funny.”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“Pizza tonight, hon. I’ll see you at home,” Joyce said to you, pushing the returns cart to the front, and you didn’t hesitate to take the out.

You didn’t know what was driving your feet across the carpeted library. It could’ve been the feeling you’d gotten, pressed so close Steve you swore he could hear your heartbeat. Or maybe it had been the look Steve gave you, the low tone of his voice, the way he made your brain short circuit, made your breath catch in your throat.

You just knew you had to go.

Turning away from him, your feet couldn’t carry you fast enough toward the giant metal exit door. Hands smashing into the push bar you flinched as a wall of heat hit you square in the chest, Steve’s voice carrying after you.

“Hey! Wait up!”

You pretended you couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t make it easy.

“God, what are you training for a marathon or something–” Steve reached a hand out, fingers brushing against your wrist, and you instinctively pulled your arm away as you turned around.

“What?” you snipped, tone short, the look on your face expectant.

Steve’s expression shifted from irritation to almost like he’d been caught, chest rapidly rising and falling from chasing after you, “I–I just wanted to ask when you were going to the fair tomorrow.”

“Really. You did,” fell out like an accusation, not a question, your brows knitted together skeptically.

“No, I also wanted to walk home in ninety degree weather,” Steve scrunched his face up just like you had earlier, but his was a tad snottier. You rolled your eyes and he softened. “Yes. Really. I did,” a small smile tugged up at the corner of his mouth and you felt the flames lick in your chest again, a heat warmed by this stupid boy. This pretty, brown-eyed, obnoxious boy.

“Not all of us have a BMW, genius,” you bit back the grin that tried to betray you.

“Okay. Well, then I’ll give you a ride.”

The attitude you’d copped stuttered, the look on your face giving you away as his grin game back in full force.

“C’mon, it’s like five minutes.” Steve tugged his keys from his pocket and jingled them at you, “C’mon. I’m not that bad.”

It had only been a few minutes and you could already feel the sticky, Indiana summer settling on you, skin prickling as the sun beat down on you.

“Fine, but only because it’s so damn hot,” you grumbled, crinkling your nose as his grin grew even bigger.

Steve’s car had A/C and damn did it feel nice. Cool air blowing across the bare skin of your thighs, pushing past your cheeks, catching your hair and pulling at the flyaways. It was the first time you’d seen, or was he showing you? A side of him that had been hidden. A tiny sliver of Steve.

It was surprisingly clean, save for an empty can of Coke in the cup holder, and a pile of cassettes were settled into the little compartment above the gear shift. Tears for Fears, Loverboy, Howard Jones. You reached over and grabbed the stack, sorting through them.

“Oh yeah, put that Tears for Fears one in. The whole album is so good.” With one hand on the wheel he pointed with the other, fingers brushing against yours and you suddenly felt hot despite the air being on full blast.

Flipping open the cassette case you popped the tape into the deck and it started mid-song:

Something happens and I’m head over heels, take my heart don’t break my heart, don’t don’t throw it away.

You huffed a small laugh, not thinking Steve could hear you, but then he glanced over a grin playing on his lips.

“What?”

“Oh, n-nothing. I…” you what? “I just didn’t take you for a Tears for Fears kind of guy.”

Steve laughed and your stomach flipped over. You realized you could listen to that sound all day.

“What kind of guy am I?”

“I don’t know, maybe like…Aha or Bruce Springsteen or something. Kenny Loggins?”

The last one really got a laugh out of him and he mimicked puking.

“Kenny Loggins? Oh, god. Don’t get me wrong, Top Gun is really fucking good, but no. No Kenny Loggins,” he looked over at you again, grin still in place. “You probably listen to what, Bonnie Tyler? Cyndi Lauper? I see your trueeee colors shining throughhhh,” he broke into song and you nearly died.

“Wait, I’m gonna need you to keep going,” you said through laughter, turning in your seat to face him, waving your hand encouragingly, “Go ahead.”

“You like that? So don't be afraid to let them showwww, your true colors, true colors–” his grin was edging on stupid and yours wasn’t any better as you watched him. Unable to help chiming in at the end, your voices clashed together in all their out-of-tune glory.

“Are beautiful like a rainbowwwww.”

Steve pulled into the Byers’ driveway as you clapped, still laughing and shaking your head, “Really great. Should quit your day job.”

“Yeah? Think so? I’m pretty shit at putting books away. Maybe you’re onto something.”

He shifted into park and silence settled in the car. It felt thick. Like your laughter had lingered and transformed into something else. Something loaded and you realized Steve had turned to match you, knees pointed toward you as much as they could be.

“So. When are you gonna be at the fair?” he asked again and when you glanced up at him he wasn’t grinning anymore. The expression on his face was earnest, genuine, curious as his arm moved to rest over the back of your seat.

A soft oh, escaped you and you felt your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you didn’t shy away from it, “Uh, I dunno. Probably like eight or something.” Your fingers played with the frayed hem of your shorts, heart hammering against your ribcage.

“Okay. Meet me by the ferris wheel. I’ll be the idiot with a giant soda and cotton candy.”

Meet me. You couldn’t help it then and maybe you didn’t care if it gave you away as a grin tugged at your lips, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yeah. I am.”

So brazen. Confident. No room for doubt. A laugh rooted mostly in shock escaped you and you narrowed your eyes at him, “I don’t like Coke.”

“S’fine. I’ll deal," his lips pulled up into a grin to match yours, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“And blue, not pink cotton candy.”

“Done.”

“Okay, genius. Ferris wheel at 8.”

“Ferris wheel at 8.”

Another beat of silence, your eyes still locked on each other, and Steve’s grin slipped. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair and dropped his gaze, but it was only a second before he looked back up at you, “Can I–can I try something?”

You felt your pulse quicken at your neck, heart fluttering in your chest like a hummingbird stuck in a cage. “Depends…” your voice was barely above a whisper as Steve leaned in closer, the same scent of cedar and spearmint and leather and boy making your head swim.

“On?” his voice had dropped just as low as yours and god his nose was close enough to brush yours.

“If you’re good at it or not,” somehow you matched his confidence.

“Oh, I’m good,” and then he closed the last tiny sliver of air separating the two of you, catching your bottom lip between his and your eyes slipped shut.

You swore you’d left your body. The kiss was slow, languid, curious, sweet. Steve was so soft and warm, full of summer and the sun and light and god, you wanted to kiss him forever. As he pulled away you found yourself wanting more, but instead bit your lips in against a smile. When you looked back over at him he had the same look on his face and he gave you a smirk.

“Well?”

“Pretty good,” you tried to play coy and he mocked offense.

“Pretty good?”

“Yeah, but don’t be too hard on yourself. The second time is usually better.”

Somehow his grin grew. “Second time,” he repeated as if to make sure you were being serious and when you didn’t rib him on it he leaned back in his seat. “Okay then, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow and you can give me a proper review.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” you teased, undoing your buckle and getting out. As you shut the door behind you, you heard your window roll down.

“I won’t need it!” he called after you, still smiling like an idiot as he leaned over the passenger seat.

“Goodbye,” you waved him off as he backed out of the driveway, Cyndi Lauper suddenly screaming from his car speakers, all scratchy from the volume being turned up so high.

“YOU WITH THE SAD EYES, DON’T BE DISCOURAGED, OH I REALIZEEEE.”

“Oh my god, please get out of here!” you yelled and he kept singing, driving back the way he came as his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, hair caught in the breeze with the windows rolled down.

Ferris wheel at 8. Ferris wheel at 8. Ferris wheel at 8.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington.

♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

[sillygum]

@videcoeur

Mary Geoise is a paradise. Granted the young celestial dragon had never left the sparkling city in the sky, he saw no point if all the world could afford was laid at his feet. Luffy had never once in his life wanted for anything, he was well fed, hardly ever bored and had his pick of slaves to add to his roster of fighters. Why would a god venture down to live among ants? His friends have done it, strapped on protective respirators and rode down the red wall to visit the auction house but it seems like such a chore. Still … the idea gently pulls at his mind, the world was a huge place and all sorts of fantastic things came up that elevator.

Normally not one for rumors the news of a fallen dragon was unheard of and so a hot topic amongst the older celestials. The Donquixote family wasn’t particularly big or loud, the one member he knew of was a strange little man that didn’t attend parties or have that many slaves. Was the entire family strange? Why did he shrug off god hood and why return now?

Luffy hums to himself, dark eyes watching the women loudly gossip atop of the backs of hunching slaves with arms full of shopping bags.

“I hear he’s even worse than the last time.”

“The gaul to even show his face here again.” She turns and spits at the slaves feet. “Why the elders even listen to his sniveling is beyond me.”

The women giggle among themselves at some imagined image of Donquixote on bowed knee. “And to become a pirate of all things, his poor mother must be rolling over in her grave.”

“Pirate?” Luffy finally prowls closer, if he had a tail it’d be standing at attention.

“Oh dear, don’t worry your little heart, it’s just him, his nasty crew isn’t allowed in Mary Geoise.” Both women turn to smile down at him and Luffy returns the gesture with a shallow bow of his own.

“You’re so young you’ve probably never heard of him huh?” The second woman produces a fan from her sleeve. “He’s an ugly creature, too tall, and horrible posture.” The tip of the fan swishes around, miming a crude drawing. “Wears this obnoxiously loud pink coat. Only good thing he’s ever done is kill is stupid father.”

Luffy finds himself pacing outside the Gorōsei’s office practically shaking with anticipation. One man couldn’t be this interesting?! Knows celestials are good for inflating rumors but even if half of them were true Luffy needed to see for himself. If the elder's let him roam around freely surely they wouldn't have a problem with an actual dragon keeping this beast of a man as a pet.

[turtle-babe83]

Something’s getting hot in here and it’s not just Mikey’s famous biscuits and gravy… @exovapor @nittleboo @tmntspidergirl @raisin-shell

Links to chapters 1-20

Chapter 21: Hunger

Lucy awoke to a barrage of kisses. All over her face and neck, Mikey’s lips and tongue assaulted her creamy skin. She giggled and squirmed as his kisses dropped lower. He buried his snout between her boobs and blew a raspberry.

“Mikey, you nutter!” she laughed.

Mikey leaned back and grinned, “Good morning, Lucy in the sky with diamonds! Don’t you shine, girl!”

Lucy’s cheek ached from smiling so big. The youngest turtle’s energy was infectious. Her face warmed as she remembered just where his mouth was last night. He was a quick study and no doubt he was going to knock her socks off when they finally did the deed. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled. Wide eyed, she apologized for the obnoxious sound.

Mikey waved it off, “My Angelcakes is hungry. I’m going to go make her a special breakfast.”

“Well, let me at least help!” she begged, still embarrassed.

Mikey grinned and wiggled his brow ridge, “C’mon, I’ll show you how I make my sausage gravy.”

“I’ve had a little experience with your ‘sausage sauce’ already,” Lucy giggled.

Mikey laughed out loud, then grabbing her around the waist and pulling her up and out of the bed, he said. “Okay, saucy lady, let’s get cooking!”

With a grin from ear to ear, she let him tug her along to the kitchen where they were surprised to find Master Splinter and Marie at the dining table having tea.

“Good morning,” the panther murmured, lifting a hand in a small wave.

Mikey was immediately excited, “Good morning, Marie! We were just about to cook breakfast.”

“That sounds wonderful. Anything I can do to help?” she asked.

Lucy smiled, “We’ve got this under control. But it would nice to have your company.”

Marie returned the bubbly woman’s smile. Lucy was very genuine and she had liked her immediately.

“Michelangelo, once night falls, I would like for you and your brothers to go with Marie to her apartment and get some of her things to bring here,” Splinter said over another sip of tea.

Mikey was busy crumbling the sausage into the frying pan, but agreed, “Of course, Dad. Anything she needs.”

His back was turned to the pair at the table, but Lucy noticed the warm look Marie directed at the old rat. Hmmm, that was interesting, she thought to herself.

“Mornin’ guys,” Raph rumbled with a sleep-roughened voice.

Everyone turned as one to look at him. He looked worn out. Lucy doubted that he slept well, probably worried over Kassie all night.

“How’s our favorite redhead this morning?” she asked tentatively.

Raph headed straight for the coffee pot and started fixing a large mug just the way she liked it, with a big spoonful of honey to sweeten it and topped off with half and half.

“She’s sore but in good spirits,” he answered. “Ready ta get back ta writing.”

Marie’s ears twitched at that and she looked curiously at the big brute.

“Kassie is a writer? What does she write?” she asked.

Raph thought back on the lizard man book he had read and felt his cheeks warm. Thank goodness they didn’t show a blush. He cleared his throat and refused to look at her when he answered.

“Ah, well, it’s like romance but with, uh, animals like…..us,” he stumbled through his answer.

Marie quirked a brow, “She writes mutant romance?”

“Humanoid animals and monsters, to be precise,” Lucy offered. “I’ve read some of her books. Pretty cool to be friends with a published author!”

Mikey looked up from stirring the gravy, a look of interest on his face, “Lucy! You should read one of her books to me!”

Lucy and Raph shared a look and both burst out laughing.

“Sure, Mikey,” she giggled. She had a feeling he would be shocked, but who knew, it might make for good foreplay. Foreplay? Lucy froze as she realized what she had thought. Oh boy. Well, in her defense, it was a natural progression after what they had already done. She felt her panties growing damp as her mind’s eye began to envision how he might take her.

“Lucy?”

Perhaps doggy style? She could easily see Mikey liking that position.

“Lucy?!”

But then again, if she rode him, he could lay back and play with her ample breasts. He seemed rather fond of them.

“LUCY!”

She blinked as a green hand waved in front of her face. Mikey looked concerned.

“Where did you go?” he asked. “You zoned out pretty bad just now.”

Her face pinked instantly and she muttered, “Nowhere. I’ll, uh, just pop those scones in the oven…eh, you call them biscuits.”

She quickly busied herself, mumbling about the differences in British English and American English. Mikey shrugged, turning back to the stove. He was debating on adding hash browns to the menu along with the eggs.

Marie watched them with a smile. Splinter indeed had a lovely family. Raph fixed himself a sugar laden coffee and excused himself to deliver Kassie’s mug of liquid gold. Minutes later, Leo waltzed in with a big smile. His father eyed him carefully.

“Leonardo, my son, you are in a particularly good mood this morning,” he stated, smoothing a hand over his long goatee.

Leo immediately went to the teapot and began to prepare his favorite tea. His grin only broadened.

“It’s a new day, Dad. Anything is possible,” he said cheerfully.

Mikey slid him a sideways glance, then looked back at a smirking Lucy.

The youngest turtle couldn’t help razzing his oldest brother, “Sounds like Fearless got up on the right side of his bed.”

Leo ignored the comment, and completely missed the wink Lucy shot at Rebel, who walked in at that exact moment.

“I thought Leo was sleeping on the couch,” Rebel commented, reaching for a coffee mug.

Leo finished steeping his tea and took it to the table to join his father and Marie. He took a delicate sip of the hot drink, then addressed the room with a smug look.

“Tease all you want. I have my mission, and there’s nothing I love more than a challenge.”

🫖🫖🫖

Donnie hesitated outside his bedroom door. He was terribly embarrassed at the way he had run out on Rebel like a coward. How was he supposed to face her? He took several deep breaths, then braced himself as he turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“Hey, look, I’m sor….ry?”

He stopped when he saw that his room was unoccupied. He sighed. Man, he really fucked up. Just as he turned to go, he caught a whiff of something musky and he froze. Another careful sniff and he nearly tripped over his own feet to get to the bed. He jerked the covers back and sure enough, there was a wet spot. Unable to resist, he knelt and took the scent into his lungs. She had pleasured herself, right here, on his bed.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned.

He waged a silent war within himself and lost as his tongue swiped over the damp fabric. The tangy flavor woke him up better than any shot of espresso ever could and suddenly, he had to have her. Logical Donnie had left the building. There was only Bestial Donnie, and he was hungry. Jaw clenched and cock hard, he forced himself to stand and walk. His gait was predatory as he headed straight to the kitchen, following his snout. There she stood, leaning against the counter with a hot cup of coffee, looking delectable in his shirt. He noticed she had put her pants on underneath. No matter, they would be easy enough to remove.

Rebel glanced over and noticed Donnie standing just outside the kitchen area, skin still moist from the shower. She started to smirk at him but caught herself. The way his eyes were dilated as they raked over her body sent a chill down her spine. He never said a word, just crooked one green finger at her and then turned and walked away. Curious, she took another sip of her coffee and then left it on the counter. Excusing herself, she took off after him. He strode purposefully to his bedroom and she followed without any hesitation. But as soon as she passed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind her and she heard the unmistakable snick of the lock.

Suddenly, her back was pressed against the door and his mouth was crushing hers. She moaned in surprise but kissed him back eagerly. As soon as she felt his tongue brush her lips, her mouth opened in invitation. A rumble from his chest vibrated her whole body and oh wow, did that feel amazing! He kissed her desperately, like he was a drowning man and she was his only source of air. Her play session earlier barely put a damper on her desire, and she felt her body responding to him with a fresh flood of juices soaking her panties. His hands made quick work of her button and zipper and before she knew it, he was pushing her pants and underwear down past her hips. His mouth trailed down her neck as he knelt down on his knees. She yanked his shirt over her head and tossed it, stepping out of the rest of her clothes. Another low rumble reverberated from him as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. She grabbed the door knob with one hand and his other shoulder for balance.

Donnie groaned as he nuzzled her mound with his snout, “Fuck, you smell delicious. Allow me to make up for my earlier idiocy.”

With that, his tongue shot out and slid through her slick folds with fervor. Over and over he lapped, making sure to flick her firm nub every time. Occasionally, he would ram his tongue up her entrance and make her gasp in pleasure. Before long, she was rolling her hips, trying to ride his face as muttered swears and moans filled the room. Her juices ran freely down her creamy thighs and his chin as he continued to feast. He gripped the leg he had placed over his shoulder, sliding his hand up the underside to her knee, then he lifted it higher, opening her up even more. Rebel stared down at him, looking so focused on his task. His eyes were shut, brow ridge furrowed, and he seemed determined to lick her dry. Her breath began to hitch as her orgasm drew closer. Realizing how close she was, his eyes popped open to regard her. Waiting for the perfect moment, Donnie saw his opportunity and took it.

Rebel cried out as Donnie shoved a thick finger inside and started to finger fuck her into oblivion. The orgasm enveloped her with undulating hips and breathy moans. Her hand on his shoulder went to the back of his head to hold him in place as he sucked her clit.

“Donnie! Oh shit! God!” she panted.

Donnie stared up, watching her face twist into an expression of ecstasy. The amount of pride that flooded his veins, knowing he did that to her, was astronomical. As her body slowed its quaking, he finally pulled away with one last lick. He eased his finger out of her pussy and held it up between them. Her juices had run down his wrist. Donnie nailed her with a serious look that nearly took her breath.

His voice was low as he murmured, “I’m going to fuck you now, if that’s alright with you.”

Rebel swallowed hard at his matter-of-fact tone paired with his intense eyes. If she thought he was cute before, well, now he was hot as hell. She realized he was still waiting for her to agree before he went any further and she hastily nodded.

“Yes, please. I-fuck-just….yes.”

Rebel noticed the satisfaction in his gaze at how she stumbled over her words in her post-orgasm haze. Suddenly, he leaned forward and pulled her over his shoulder. She squealed rather indignantly as he carried her to the bed and dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress. He swiftly shoved his pants and underwear to the floor and leaned over her. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the very long cock jutting out between his legs. Her mouth fell open and she made a sound of astonishment. Donnie smirked.

“Like what you see?” he asked, amused. Then he looked her body over again and added, “I know that I sure do.”

Grasping both her wrists, he held both her hands above her head. Using his free hand, he aimed for her soaked entrance, rubbing his cock between her folds to lubricate it. Then he pushed the first few inches inside. Rebel gasped at the full feeling. Angling her hips, she wrapped her legs around his waist, attempting to pull him in further.

“Greedy girl,” he chuckled, “I’ll get there soon enough.”

“More, Donnie! I thought you said you were gonna fuck me? Do it! I want it all,” she growled, bucking her hips.

He groaned and pulled his hips back to just the tip, then slammed it home.

“Is this what you want?” he growled in response to her loud moan.

Rebel shuddered. Where was the nervous Donnie from earlier? This one was much more fun! She loved how much bigger he was than her, and the way he held her wrists bound with ease….oof. His arms caged her in as he began a steady rhythm. Breath hitching as he struck the bundle of nerves inside consistently, Rebel’s mouth fell open in a low, sultry groan. Donnie was quickly losing himself within her tight walls, and he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

“Mmm, Donnie, you’re incredible,” she whimpered. “I’m so close already!”

“Good,” he responded as his tongue slid up the side of her neck.

Donnie was getting close himself. He sucked and nipped at her skin as his hips picked up speed.

“I-I need-“

“I know,” Donnie answered her stutters. He slipped one hand down between them and began to rub circles on her clit. His mouth crashed down on hers and he swallowed her cries as she tightened around him. Rebel strained against his hold on her wrists, arching her back and squeezing her thighs around his slim hips.

Her release triggered his own orgasm and he released his hold on her to brace his hands on either side of her head. He groaned her name as his hips pistoned erratically. None of his sleeves had ever felt this amazing. Rebel grabbed his bulging deltoids and dug her nails in as he strained to empty his last bit of seed. Breathing heavily, he pulled out and fell over to the side.

“Wow,” she spoke first.

Donnie snorted, “Yeah, wow.”

He turned his head to look at her. With her black hair mussed up and her lips red and swollen from his kisses, she looked like a fucking goddess and he told her as much. Rebel started to scoff, but he cupped her cheek and press his thumb to her mouth to silence her protest.

“You are,” he repeated, “and I plan to worship you again and again.”

Her eyes shone with lust and the beginnings of something stronger. She cuddled up against him and sighed in contentment.

Outside the bedroom door, Leo stood with his mouth open. He had been sent to retrieve everyone who wasn’t already in the kitchen. The sounds he heard coming from inside Donnie’s bedroom left nothing to the imagination. He backed away and headed straight for the kitchen where everyone else sat, even Kassie who had managed to sit somewhat comfortably. Splinter looked up expectantly at his oldest son.

Leo shook his head, then muttered quietly to Raph, “Looks like we both owe Mikey twenty bucks.”

Lucy nearly choked on her first ever bite of biscuits and gravy.

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter. Have a great week everyone! I really enjoy reading everyone's stories!

“Guys! Look at those smoking hot blondes over there!” Emmanuel’s colleague obnoxiously pointed at two women who were sitting at a nearby table enjoying their cocktails in peace. "Check them out!"

Against his will, Emmanuel had been dragged to a seedy bar after work one day. The atmosphere was loud, crowded and poorly lit. The waitresses wore next to nothing and the music was awful.  

Unfortunately, Emmanuel was the newest employee at the company and, with much encouragement from his wife, was told to make friends. So alas, he found himself here on a Friday night.

The bar scene wasn’t his thing, so he sat quietly at the table nursing a beer. The conversation centred mostly around skanky women, booze and sex, not at all interesting to him. He’d rather be in bed with his wife than out with these sex-deprived morons. 

“Emmanuel! Look! Over there!!” Once again, his coworker loudly pointed across the room as Emmanuel shook his head. He was a happily married man. A group of women could walk in naked and he wouldn’t be tempted. He had eyes for only one woman - Brigitte. The sooner he could leave tonight, the sooner he could hold his wife in his arms. 

“Go talk to them!” Another encouraged. “They’re both blonde and tall! Isn’t that your type?!” 

Emmanuel hadn't even glanced in their general direction. Instead, he flashed his wedding band at his coworkers. “In case you forgot, I’m married.” 

“So? Since when has that stopped anyone? You’ve been married, like, 2 months. You deserve a free pass!” 

These men were disgusting and shameful. 

“I think the chicks are drunk!! This will be easy!” The first coworker chugged his beer for encouragement. “I’m going to see if I can score a phone number....or a kiss” 

It was only then that Emmanuel decided to look over at the two women who had captured the men’s attention. 

“No! No! I’ll go!” Emmanuel spoke up. “I’ll talk to them!” 

“Woah! So much for being married, aye?! You think you could handle both of them?” 

Emmanuel ignored the men and walked confidently to the girl’s table. 

His coworkers watched in awe as their new work buddy chatted up the beautiful ladies with ease.

“He put his arm around one of them!” A coworker pointed out. "Emmanuel is going to get lucky!!"

The group of men looked on with pride and envy, watching intently.  

“He's definitely going to get laid tonight! I just know it!” 

“Holy shit! Look!!! He’s leaving with them!!!!” 

“I guess his marriage vows don’t mean shit. I didn't think he'd actually do it”  

Emmanuel waved goodbye to his coworkers as he escorted the two ladies out of the bar and onto the busy street. The night air was chilly and neither of the women had dressed appropriately for the weather. 

“Does your mother know you’re here of all places, dressed like this?” Emmanuel asked. “That outfit is not appropriate!” 

The effects of too many cocktails had gone straight to Laurence’s head. She let out a cute giggle. “It’s mom’s dress, Manu”  

“I know, I recognized it right away” Emmanuel stated before turning his attention to Tiphaine. “And you! You told your mother you were studying all night” 

Tiphaine hiccuped, “I lied. And I wouldn’t have gotten caught if you didn’t show up!” 

“Yeah! Why were you at the bar? Does Maman know you’re out with a group of greasy guys?” Laurence defended her little sister. 

“They’re coworkers and yes, Brigitte knows where I am. It was her idea. Honesty is very important in my relationship with your mother” 

“Oh yeah, where was the honesty when you were hooking up with a married…” 

“Tiphaine!!! Stop!” Laurence placed her hand over her sister’s mouth, knowing exactly what she was going to say next. 

They loved Manu very much but the alcohol was beginning to rear its ugly head. 

“Come on, I’m taking you home. You can sleep in our guest bedroom” Emmanuel possessively led them to his car, throwing his coat over Laurence's body. He had a feeling one - or both - of them would trip in their ridiculously high heels if he didn't hold their hands.  

“You’re a good father,” Tiphaine admitted. “I’m sorry about what I said 5 seconds ago” 

“Well, you’re my daughters and I always want to make sure you’re safe. Please be careful when you’re out at night.” 

From inside the bar, his coworkers watched the women get into the backseat of Emmanuel’s car.  

“How the hell did he get both of them to leave with him?”   

“Emmanuel definitely has a type. Blonde. Blue eyed. Thin. Did any of you realize they looked like his wife...just younger?” 

“Hold on…” 

“What?” 

“Nevermind. I lost my train of thought"

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha really liked the idea! I’m just imagining Manu sitting there looking miserable and just wanting his coworkers to shut up and then suddenly, ding ding ding, the two hot blondes were Laurence and Tiphaine 😂 And protective Manu over the girls is just one of the best 🤧🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[tyfinn]

Find the Word Challenge- 2

Thanks @dinnfameron for making me look at my WIPS again, thinking of ways to work on (and hopefully complete!)

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

Words: sweet, field, sell, shine, try

From my angst with a HE:

SWEET: Marcy ran up to David and almost knocked him over with her hug. “Oh, my sweet, sweet boy!” she cried.

David hugged her back, instantly remembering how warm and soft her hugs were. He pulled away gently and wiped the tears that had fallen down his cheek. “Marcy- what are you doing here? Are you alone, or…” David asked, looking around, suddenly feeling anxious at the thought Patrick could be somewhere at the fair.

______

SELL: David stopped by the store before going to his apartment.

“David! What are you doing back today? Wasn’t it any good?”

“I decided to head home early. It was fine, actually. I met a soapmaker, someone who makes their own paper, and a woman who specializes in herb-infused olive oils. They all were very interested in letting me sell their products.” David told her as he walked around admiring how immaculate the store looked.

_____

TRY: David did not want to call Patrick, but the insurance guy on the phone was very snippy and needed an answer about whether or not they wanted to do something about the deductible by the next business day. He waited until he got home and had some dinner before he called. 

“Hello?” The voice who answered was definitely NOT Patrick. David checked to make sure he called the right number, and of course he did.

“Is Patrick there?”

“He’s in the shower. Can I take a message?”

“No. Nope. I’ll try again tomorrow. Thanks.” David stared at the phone in disbelief. He knew Patrick was going out. He just never thought… 

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From a fic idea I have that Ronnie and Stevie team up to get back at a bully

FIELD: Due to some player shuffling, Patrick found himself on the same team as Stevie and Ronnie this year. As soon as they entered the Pub, they saw (or more like it heard) the obnoxiously loud guy sitting at the end of the bar. They recognized the man from the game. He was rooting for the other team and had some choice words for Ronnie and Stevie, yelling from across the field. Apparently, he did not get the memo that girls can play baseball, too. 

"Oh, brother," Stevie muttered to Patrick and Ronnie. 

"Do you guys want to leave?" Patrick asked, looking at Ronnie.

"Oh, hell no! We won fair and square and, I personally, want a drink to celebrate that! Even if that drink is with you, Brewer!"

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From LEGACY, the conclusion to my UNBROKEN series

SHINE:

Patrick could not tell who was more excited- David or Ari on her first day. She arrived at the cottage early so she and David could open the store together. It had also been decided that she would just spend the summer in Schitt’s Creek so she would not have to make the drive to and from Elmdale every day. Maddy was more than okay with the arrangement, and of course David and Patrick were more than happy to spend that extra time with their granddaughter. 

"So I was thinking, Zhe," Ari began as they were walking to the store.

"Okay… what were you thinking Arielle?" David braced himself for what he was about to hear, automatically fearing the worst. 

"Well… since I already know about product placement and all that, I'd really like to work with Pop Pop and learn about the numbers part. You know, spreadsheets and all that? What do you think?" she asked, her dark eyes shining bright.  

"If that is what you want to do, that's fine. But I do need you on the sales floor. So we will work up a schedule for you. Pop Pop is not here every day, so I absolutely think this is something we can work out."

I am kind of late to this, but I'll tag @beaiola @mallpretzles @chelle-68 @apothecarose @treluna4 if you want to search your WIPS.

Your words are: trust, drive, stumble, frame, money

[addythelarrie]

Once In A Lifetime

Intro // Part 49

When Harry steps into The Brass Monkey a few minutes later he immediately notices that it's kind of quiet for a Saturday night.

He makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat. Staring at nothing in particular, he starts playing with the coaster on the counter top while waiting for a bartender to serve him.

Thoughts about what happened earlier today running through his mind.

He's never really been someone who gives into the temptation of lustfully staring at someone, but Louis made it incredibly hard not to. If anything, today's events has him pursing his lips and shaking his head at the realization that he might have a teensy little crush on his attending.

Oh, who's he even kidding? He's not had a crush like this on anyone since his ex dumped him three years ago because he wouldn't put out.

He's not going to lie, he was kind of shocked about Clive's reasoning, and it's not like he didn't want to put out. Because he did. They were so close on numerous occasions, but Harry always changed his mind at the last minute. It's not like he planned on changing it though, it's just- to Harry, sex is kind of a big deal, and call him old fashioned but he wanted his first time to be with someone he could see himself spending the rest of his life with.

Suffice to say, Clive was not that person. His short temper and snide remarks at Harry towards the end of their relationship was enough for the nurse to realize that he did not want to give himself to someone like that.

"Earth to Harry." He hears someone say and looks up to see Purva standing in front of him, snapping her fingers in front of his face in an effort to draw him back to reality.

"Sorry." Harry says, blinking a few times. "Double whiskey, neat. Please." He requests, earning himself a narrowed eyed stare from the bartender.

"You okay?" Purva asks. "That's not what you usually drink."

"Yeah." Harry replies. "Just need something strong tonight."

Nodding her head in understanding, she grabs a bottle of whiskey from a shelf behind her and tumbler from below the bar. "You need a strong drink while you're alone?" She asks, her eyebrows raised just a little as she watches the nurse in front of her nodding his head- indicating a yes. "You know you can always just talk to me as well." She says while pouring the golden liquid into the glass. "Much cheaper, and-" She states, pointing her finger in the air. "I can almost guarantee you won't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Harry lets out an obnoxiously loud cackle, causing the woman in front of him to start giggling as well. "Just the drink for now." He says, taking the glass that's being slided over to him.

"As you wish." The bartender replies sending him a wink before moving on to the next customer, and just like that Harry's left alone with his thoughts again.

Well, more specifically, his thoughts about Louis and how messed up this whole situation is. Thanks to Mrs. Poulston and all her little stories about her perfect grandson, it feels like Harry has known the doctor for far longer than the five days it's actually been.

Mrs. Poulston's never really mentioned it, but Harry finds himself wondering if there's someone special in the doctor's life and if not, if he's even interested in men? Not that it would even matter anyway. He's sure that the doctor's got his priorities straight as well as someone special who welcomes him back home after a long day's work.

But what if there's the slightest chance that he doesn't have someone and that he is interested in men, what if there's a chance he'd be interested in me, what if- he immediately abandons that trail of thought, reminding himself that it could never work, unless he comes clean to his friends for lying about the fact that he's actually been in a relationship with this man for the past six months already, and inevitably to Louis for stealing his photo.

If there ever was a possibility, he knows it'll never become a reality for him, and it's all thanks to his own stupidity.

"Fucking idiot." He mumbles to himself before bringing the glass to his mouth and downing the contents.

"Whoa, Harry!" Purva exclaims grabbing at the glass when he brings it back down, meet her eyes with tears in his own. "Fucking hell." She adds. "Are you alright?"

"Another double. Please." He says, sniffling.

"Are you sure?" Purva asks. "You'll feel like shit in the morning."

Harry snorts. "I deserve to feel like shit." He says. His eyes trained on the coaster lying in front of him. "I'm the worst kind of person. I deserve to feel like shit." He adds softly, wiping away a few tears.

"You're not, Harry. Don't say that about yourself." The bartender soothes. "You're a great guy."

"I'm not. Really. I'm really not." Harry replies, shaking his head. "I'm a liar and the worst friend ever."

"Oh." Purva replies. "Well, I don't know about the liar part, but your friends adore you Harry."

"That's the problem though. They shouldn't." He states, shaking his head. "Because it's them I lied to." He looks at the glass in the bartender's hand. "I lied to them about having a boyfriend- a landscaper, because I wanted them to stop hitting on me. And now they think I'm dating this guy who actually has no idea who I am even though we work together." He shakes his head. "Worst part is, I think I actually kind of like him, and I don't even know if he's into guys." He looks up again, meeting Purva's eyes. "Now give me another double. Please."

"Whoa." Purva manages. Shock evident in her voice and on her face. "Y'all work with this guy?" She asks, accepting Harry's nod as an answer. "Aren't you scared they'll let something slip?"

"Told them it's top secret. That we're not actually allowed to date." Harry replies with a shrug.

"Fuck. Okay." The bartender says. "Wouldn't it be better to just come clean? You know?"

"They'd hate me. They love the idea of the two of us together. They'd hate me if I tell them now that it's all been a lie."

"I'm sure they won't."

"They will."

"Okay. So why don't you try your luck with him then." The bartender asks.

"Don't know if he's into guys. Told you that already." Harry replies.

"So ask him."

"Are you crazy!"

"Maybe he is." Purva states. "And maybe he likes you too. He'd be stupid not to." She adds with a shit eating grin causing Harry to giggle. "Maybe you could just like start dating for real and that would solve your problem, won't it?"

"I'd still have to explain why I had them believing that we've been dating for the past six months." Harry replies with a pout, scrunching his nose a little.

"Why though?"

"How would it look if we just started dating after I've convinced them that they needed to keep it a secret or else we'd both get fired."

"I-" the bartender starts. "Don't actually know what to say."

"I'm stupid." Harry says. "You can say that." His pout not faltering.

"You're not though." Purva replies. "I mean, maybe a little for choosing to tell them you're dating someone you're working wi-"

"That's the thing though!" Harry exclaims, cutting off the bartender. "I wasn't working with him when I told them. He just suddenly appeared this week out of nowhere, and now he's kind of my boss."

"Kind of?"

"I mean, he is. He is my boss I guess."

"Fuck. Uhm. Okay." Purva says, one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. "I really don't know what to say. You're not stupid okay. You're young, and you didn't know any better." She tries, only receiving another shrug. "Wait. How is a landscaper your boss? I thought you were a nurse?"

"I am a nurse!" Harry exclaims. "I didn't know his real profession until I actually met him on Tuesday." He lets out a frustrated sigh.

Purva stares at the nurse for a few moments then reaches below the bar again, grabbing a bottle of water and sliding it over to him. "Here." She says. "You still need to work tomorrow, so I'm not giving you what you want, but what you need."

Harry takes the water and pops off the lid. "Thanks Purva." He says before taking a sip.

"Give me your phone." The bartender then says.

"Why?" Harry asks, his eyes wide.

"I want to give you my number. Whenever you need to talk, I want you to feel free to call or message me." She explains and smiles when Harry reaches for his phone, unlocking the device before handing it to her. "This is a shitty situation, and since you're not gonna talk to your friends about it, you can talk to me." She takes the phone and enters her number, saving it and giving herself a missed call. "No judgment." She adds, smiling when she hands back the device.

"Thank you." Harry says again.

"No problem, love." The bartender assures. "I hope this guy is good looking at least."

"Beautiful." Harry replies pocketing his phone again. "And charming." He adds. "Hot too." He feels his cheeks heating up again.

"Okay, I get it." Purva is quick to say. "How'd you manage to convince them you're dating someone you've never even met?"

"I borrowed one of his photos."

"What?"

"Okay, no. That won't make any sense right now." Harry says and swallows thickly. "I kind of stole a photo of him from someone and then sent it to Niall and Em."

"Dear Lord, you really are stupid." Purva states jokingly.

"I know." Harry replies, dragging the word. "I'm a stupid liar and a thief." He adds, his little pout back. "How much do I owe you?" He asks gesturing to the empty glass and bottle of water in his hand.

"Who'd you steal it from?" The bartender asks. "No. You know what. I don't even wanna know." She raises her hands in mock surrender. "And don't worry about it. It's on the house."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'm gonna go then." Harry says. "That double on an empty stomach was not a good idea."

"Yeah. Be safe and let me know as soon as you get home."

"I will." Harry replies while getting up, sending the bartender a weak smile before making his way out of the bar.

Purva grabs a towel and wipes the counter, deep in thought about Harry and his situation. She doesn't notice someone approaching her until they speak.

"Hello gorgeous."

"Lou! You're back!"

***

"Lou! You're back!" The bartender exclaims before making her way over to her friend, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I am." The doctor chuckles. "I've been back since Sunday. Happy to know that you've missed me." He adds with a smirk while wrapping his own arms around his friend.

"Since Sunday!" Purva exclaims in unbelief. "And you're only coming to say 'Hi' tonight - a week later?" She asks with a pout, punching the doctor on his shoulder.

"I mean, yeah." Louis replies. "I've been working this week, so there's that." He adds with a shrug.

"Poor baby." The bartender teases with a pout. "Want P to fix you up a nice strong one while you wait for the others?" She asks, dragging the man towards the bar.

"Ha! Not too strong thank you. I'm alone tonight." Louis replies.

"Ooooh, looking for someone to take home later then?" The bartender asks wiggling her eyebrows.

"Eh." Louis replies with a shrug, turning his head to scan the half empty bar, kind of disappointed to find no new patrons. "Why's it so quiet?" He asks when facing the bartender again. "It's a Saturday for fuck sake."

"I know right." Purva says, reaching for a glass underneath the counter. "Next week everyone's off, then it'll be busy again." She pours some whiskey into the glass and slides it over.

Louis swirls the liquid in the glass before bringing it to his mouth. "How have you been otherwise, love?" He asks before taking a sip.

"So good, Lou." Purva drags out the word. "Matt bought me a puppy for our first anniversary." She pulls her phone out of her backpocket. "Do you wanna see?"

"Well obviously." The doctor replies, rolling his eyes. "You can't just tell me you've got a new puppy and then not show me." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

With a giggle, the bartender finds the photos and hands the phone over to Louis who starts scrolling. "Knock yourself out, I'm gonna go see if I can help anyone else in the meantime."

Louis acknowledges with a nod, his eyes trained on the device in his hand- smiling as he swipes back and forth between the photos.

His eyebrows raised slightly when a string of messages pops up from an unsaved number. He tries not to read it, but it's kind of difficult when the person is literally sending one after the other. So he does read them, chuckling at the word vomit and sometimes repeated words, as he does.

When Purva makes her way back to her friend, he hands over her phone with a simple "Who's H?"

A frown and confused look on the bartender's face clearly gives away that she's lost, so Louis explains himself before she could say anything. "She sent you a bunch of messages, ending it off with an H and two kisses."

Shaking her head, Purva takes the phone and opens the messages, reading them with a smile before she quickly types a reply.

"Oh, it's just Harry." Purva replies without giving it a second thought.

"Who's he talking about? What did he do that you're not judging him for?" Louis can't help but ask.

"Can't say. Bartender-patron confidentiality." Purva replies, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Is it my Harry?" Louis asks and Purva raises an eyebrow.

"You've got a Harry?"

"I mean. Not mine. But like..." Louis pauses, swirling the golden liquid in his glass again and bringing the glass back to his mouth. "The one you've told me about." He corrects himself before taking a sip.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes." The bartender replies, narrowing her eyes. "That Harry." She adds, picking up a bottle of water and taking a sip.

"Oh." Louis says, taking another sip of his whiskey. "He works in my unit, you know."

At hearing that, Purva chokes on the water she's busy drinking spraying the man in front of her in the process before bursting into a coughing fit.

"Fucking hell, love!" Louis exclaims while getting up and making his way around the counter in a rather quick fashion. "Here." He says, lifting his friend's arms. "Hold up your arms, love." He adds, holding her arms in place. "And breathe, yeah." He encourages, setting a pace until she follows.

"Sorry." The bartender says in a small voice.

"Hey, no worries." Louis assures. "I've gotten worse shit on me at times, a little water is nothing, okay?" He takes a few paper napkins and wipes his face. "Besides, now I know how Zahra must have felt this afternoon. Except she got sprayed with coffee." He adds with a chuckle.

"Why?" Purva asks, taking the napkins and throwing it in the trash.

"I'm not sure to be honest." Louis shrugs and walks back around, taking his seat again. "Shawn was busy joking around about someone giving me a good review on a gardening website, and Harry kind of choked on his coffee the way you did just now." The doctor replies before taking another sip of whiskey and Purva lets out a loud cackle, because well... she's sure she knows why.

If Louis' initial statement wasn't clear enough, this sure as hell confirms it, but still the bartender finds herself asking: "So you're his boss?"

"Who's?" Louis asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Harry's."

"I mean, yeah, I guess I am." He takes another sip of whiskey.

The confirmation send chills running down her spine. The realization that Harry's crushing on Louis, one of her best and most dearest friends- someone who doesn't even believe in love, breaks her heart and before she knows it a string of words leaves her mouth. "Pleae don't play with him, Lou. He's so soft and kind-hearted. Please don't hurt him." She almost begs.

And Louis can't help it when he gets a little worked up over her words. "What is it with everyone thinking I'm gonna hurt him or whatever?" He asks. "First Liam, now you. I mean, the guy's already got a fucking boyfriend. I'm not one to meddle in established relationships. Surely you know that."

She doesn't know why she does it. Maybe it's the guilt she starts feeling at the disappointed tone in Louis' voice, and she just wants to let him know that she's sorry but she can't find the right words to tell him and in that moment she lets out something she knows she probably shouldn't. But the stress of Louis possibly being mad at her is weighing down and quite frankly to much to bear. "He doesn't though." She says, her voice shaking the slightest bit.

"He doesn't what?" Louis asks. The icy tone in his voice matches his eyes.

"Have a boyfriend."

"Don't talk shit, P." Louis downs the remainder of his whiskey. "His best friend told Shawn that he has one."

"Niall or Em?"

"Huh?"

"Which one of them told Shawn?"

"Niall I guess."

"I knew it!" The bartender exclaims. "I knew there was something going on between them. These eyes sees everything." She states proudly, pointing to her own eyes.

Louis smiles for a second, but it falters rather quickly when he meets his friend's eyes again. "Nice try trying to change the subject. But yeah. Niall told him that he has one."

Now, Purva knows that it'll be best to just leave it and let her friend think Harry's not available, but she feels like she's already disappointed him enough and when the truth comes out, because it always does, she doesn't want him question her loyalty about something like this. "Listen." She says while taking the now empty glass. "I don't want to tell you what to think or believe for that matter, but he doesn't have one."

"How do you know?"

"Bartender-patron confidentiality."

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[theneondemonx]

MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”