#but oh well ig the last one slapped so it's balanced

[crimsonmonsoon]

Oh my god we're already on Chapter Twenty Six of my mlb rewrite holy crap... Anyhoooooo read it on ao3 or wattpad I don't care lol just read it somehow pls I need you to

In case you missed my last post, there will not be an update next friday and the friday after wince I will be in Paris and Nice. And the week after that is kinda sketchy too because I might be going to California on a senior ski trip with my class? But now there's complications with the roads and storms so I have no way of knowing but just in case I do get to go, there won't be any updates for the next three weeks. I suck at saying shit wow.

I haven't even written chapter 27 yet I'm so behind ._.

[ratatoastwrites]

Victoria’s secret

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

nsfw, 18+ MDNI

a/n: munch spencer, we all say in unison 😫 i wrote this cuz i was bored at the mall lol, does that count as public indecency? haha jk, but that is lowkey what this blurb is about ✨😮‍💨 also special challenge, take a shot every time i use the word lace lol

cw: oral (f receiving), tiny bit of fingering, bit of rough kissing yum, lingerie (obvi), umm kinda public indecency tbh lol, borderline exhibitionism ig but it isn’t really mentioned just subtext ig, uhhh what else, oh yea friends to lovers kinda (or fwb if u fancy, it is kinda vague), no written aftercare cuz again i just couldn’t be bothered, also this is an unedited & no beta & english is my second language mess as per usual mwah 🧚‍♀️

also also special shout out to @apple-pie-and-impala for never getting annoyed with me about the way that 90% of our text msgs revolve around this man 🤭 love ya, my little enabler 🫶

When you first asked Spencer to go lingerie shopping with you, he didn’t think much of it

He honestly believed that it was just going to be a normal hangout between two friends, because really, there wasn’t anything inherently sexual about the prospect of an adult person wearing underwear

Well, that thought lasted until about five seconds after he stepped into the store with you

It was hard not to let his thoughts wander as he watched you running your fingers across the lace fabric of a matching lilac set, his breath catching in his throat as he imagined you actually wearing it

He watched you pick out a few sets, his heart hammering in his chest as his head filled with more and more sinful thoughts

So when you coyly asked him if he wanted to accompany you to the back (your excuse being that you didn’t want to get bored all alone back there), he didn’t even hesitate before nodding vigorously

As he sat in one of the chairs just outside the fitting room you were in, he contemplated that this might be his purgatory

He could hear the rustling of your clothes, and he knew that you were wearing those torturous sets of lace, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it, forced to sit tight and listen to your chatter through the curtain, trying to will away the painful hardness in his pants

“Spence, could you come in here for a second? The straps are a little loose, and I can’t quite reach the clips.”

He froze for a moment at your seemingly innocent request, before standing up on shaky legs and pulling the curtain to the side just enough for him to slip inside the small, closed space next to you

When he finally turned to look at you, he almost collapsed on the spot

You were wearing a white set with intricate lacing that left hardly anything to the imagination, your hands cupping your breasts to keep the bralette from slipping down, the straps hanging loosely over your shoulders

As soon as your eyes locked together, the air seemed to crackle between you, and he wasted no time pushing you against the nearest wall and kissing you like his life depended on it

He was a needy mess in just a few seconds as his hands glided across your skin, mapping every inch of your body that he could reach, while he familiarised himself with your taste

Your hands pulled on his hair as he sunk to his knees in front of you, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip as you watched him pull the dainty panties you were wearing to the side, his puppy eyed gaze making you weak in the knees

You gasped as you felt him press a tentative kiss on your clit, having to slap a hand over your mouth as he immediately followed it up by lapping at your wet folds enthusiastically

He had you shaking in a matter of minutes, eating you out like your pussy was his ambrosia and he had been starving for years

You had to balance yourself on the wall as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue exploring your insides, the new angle making his nose nudge against your clit with every move

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it like it was his favourite dessert in the world

You gripped his hair tightly as you came with a loud gasp of his name, rutting against his face, the vibrations of his whimpers making your eyes roll back in immense pleasure

His tongue worked you through it all, licking up your juices languidly, until you had to push his head away when your eyes started tearing up from overstimulation

It was safe to say that you ended up buying that set, walking out of the store hand in hand with Spencer, before leaving the mall to go back to his place, eager to return the favour

[camelliacats]

me first, then you

Prewett fam hcs, done for Family Bootcamp Challenge (prompt: duplicate) in the HPFC on FFN.

Fic: "me first, then you" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Fabian & Gideon Prewett, Mr. Prewett (their father), & mentions of others

Rating: K

Words: ~1,800

Additional info: gen fic, family, Maydayverse, sequential, Marauder era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Three times Fabian dwells on being the older Prewett twin.

      Fabian believed most everything came in pairs.

      So far he had no evidence to the contrary. Socks came in pairs. So did Molly's and Mum's knitting needles, no matter how well he and Gideon tried to hide them around or even outside the house. Biscuits and a cold glass of milk or pumpkin juice—that was a pair, too, wasn't it? And Mum and Dad themselves, they were another pair.

      There was balance, equality in all such pairs. A harmony, young Fabian liked to think. Even better—the best—when the pair was identical, to the very last detail, such as him and Gideon.

      That was why it struck him as odd a few days before they were due to leave for King's Cross Station, to board the Hogwarts Express for the very first time and to experience the school for themselves and not just beg Molly for stories…it was odd that Dad, after breakfast, tugged him back, letting Gideon go on ahead to help Mum wash up.

      Immediately, Fabian pursed his lips, but he felt his reddening cheeks giving him away. He didn't know what he'd done, but he wasn't copping to anything until Dad dragged it out of him. Ten-year-old Fabian might've still fallen for that on occasion, but he was eleven now. He knew better.

      Likely thinking the same, Dad cracked a smile and softly snorted. "You're not in trouble, Fabian."

      "I'm not?" Fabian heaved a giant sigh of relief.

      Dad quirked one eyebrow. "Or should you be?"

      Fabian tensed back up but slapped on a smile. "No. No, I'm good. I swear."

      Dad snorted a second time. But then he knelt down in front of his son, his eyes lingering on him for a moment before moving to the kitchen. He gestured with a jerk of his head to the scene of Mum and Gideon washing and putting dishes away. "You won't have to worry about chores at Hogwarts, you know."

      "I'm kind of looking forward to that," Fabian admitted.

      "I bet. The tradeoff being schoolwork, of course."

      "…not looking forward to that."

      Dad patted his left shoulder. "There's something else I want you to do while at school, though, Fabian."

      He frowned. Molly had warned them about first years having mandatory flying lessons, and their brother-in-law, Arthur, hadn't had any stellar memories of those to share…

      "It's not more schoolwork." Dad tipped his head again towards the kitchen, darting his eyes at his other son. "It's Gideon."

      "What about Gid?"

      "School can be…a fun place as well as hard work. But you're also going to meet a lot more people and a lot more children your age and older, of all backgrounds."

      "We've met some of Arthur's extended family, and they're a fairly rowdy bunch. Rowdy but nice."

      Dad smiled, but it was tight; more wrinkles than usual appeared at the corners of his eyes. "Not everyone can be the Weasleys, sadly. Especially amongst the…old families."

      "Oh." Dad phrased it like that a lot, "old families," especially when Uncle Ig and Aunt Lucretia came 'round. Only Mum ever said it outright, more so the past two years, trying to help Fabian and Gideon understand the Wizarding world and that not everyone played along nicely.

      Purebloods.

      Fabian thought it, and Dad's sharp brown eyes cut back to him, as though he knew to where Fabian's mind had flown. Dad cleared his throat. "I just want you to look out for your brother," he finished, getting back on track.

      That had Fabian furrowing his brow. "'Course. Why wouldn't I? I've got his back, and he's got mine."

      But now Dad's tight smile faded into a proper frown. "…Fabian, Gideon isn't—" He stopped and winced.

      "Isn't what?" He didn't like any implication that he and Gideon weren't the same. They had the same blue eyes (Mum's), the same freckles (Prewett genes), the same red hair with the tiniest cowlick in the back that combing never quite tamed (Prewett genes again…and perhaps just a little something the twins shared just between themselves). They had the same favorite foods and the same hated foods, the same penchant for pranks, and the same hay fever every spring (Molly said she used to have it, too, but she grew out of it—so Fabian considered it just his and Gideon's now).

      They were twins, duplicates, one and the same.

      And they came in a pair, so, the longer they stood here, in the dining room, outside of Mum's and (more importantly) Gideon's hearing, the worse Fabian felt, having Dad address only him.

      Dad's tight smile returned. "It's because you're the older twin," he tried instead. "You're his big brother, you know. You've got to look out for him, protect him, if need be."

      Fabian blinked.

      …ah. Right. A two-minute difference, introducing Fabian to the world ahead of Gideon—technically, Dad was right. Fabian was the older twin.

      It was the only way he and Gideon weren't the same.

      But it didn't mean they weren't a pair…right?

      By fifth year, Fabian wasn't as hung up on being a pair with his brother.

      He understood what their father meant better now. Not necessarily during first year, more so by second year when Slytherins whispered behind their backs and Gideon tried facing them on his own, sticking up for their sister and her family. Gideon could have a sharp tongue if he chose to use it, but the right words didn't always find him in time or perhaps they came out sounding too soft.

      That would be Fabian's cue to step in and bolster him. Riffing off his brother or perhaps dropping in some tidbit overheard from Sirius' lot in the dorms—it was always enough to rile nearly any Slytherin and trip them up, letting the Prewett twins escape, Fabian laughing as they ran, even Gideon not hiding his amusement.

      But second year, third year, fourth… "Aren't you getting a little tired of bristling every time someone spits out the Weasley surname in the corridors?" Fabian asked his twin as he placed a book back on a nearby shelf in the library.

      Gideon frowned at his back (Fabian didn't have to look to recognize the feeling of those blue eyes boring holes in him). "I don't every time—"

      Fabian nodded with a silent sigh. "You do, Gid. We were barely second years when you stood up to seventh years and told them it's 'not nice' to talk about Molly behind her back. As if Narcissa Black and Rabastan Lestrange cared what we had to say."

      Parchment crinkled behind him. Well, there went Gideon's Charms revision. "…it's different when we have to hear it almost constantly, like an echo."

      Fabian shared in his twin's frown. He knew. He didn't disagree. But they were stuck with Mulciber, Rosier, and Avery for another two years; Snape, too, but he usually only goaded them about Molly's marriage to "someone below" as an afterthought, less as someone who cared. Besides— "What have I said before, Gideon?"

      His twin went quiet.

      Fabian turned and walked back to the small table he shared with his brother that evening. He didn't sit in his seat across from Gideon but crossed his arms atop the chair's back and locked eyes with his twin.

      Gideon twisted his lips around. "…the same as Mum says."

      "And what does Mum say?"

      "There are more important things than blood politics. We just have to know about them to avoid them."

      Fabian nodded. Then he grinned. "And to think you have so much free time to worry about something else during an exam year? Reckon I'll take all the top marks instead of us coming within a few points of each other, at this rate."

      Gideon reddened. "I'm not so distracted that I'll blow my O.W.L.s…!"

      "Convince me of that after the exam period, Gid."

      Gideon glared at him, but finally he noticed his wrinkled Charms work. He blanched and rushed to smooth his parchment, and at last his focus was back where it should be.

      Fabian exhaled, a small smile toying with his lips, and he ran a hand through his hair. A giggle behind him pricked up his ears, however, and he glanced around the bookshelf.

      Dorcas sat at another nearby study table with Marlene, the latter hidden behind her mass of blond curls and their fifth-year Charms text. But dark-haired Dorcas was stifling a fresh round of giggles when she caught Fabian's eye. She gave him a tiny, apologetic shrug and a polite little wave before turning back to her own studies.

      R-Right. Mum was absolutely right. There were more important things. They had O.W.L.s to earn…and perhaps witches to get to know better…hmm.

      He'd spent so much time focused on the Fabian-and-Gideon pair that he'd rather forgotten about other pairs, hadn't he?

      …but, really, it wasn't about being a pair with his twin or not.

      Dad's words all those years ago felt like a heavy weight throughout seventh year, knowing what their chosen classes meant. Fabian was rather surprised Mum and Dad signed off on them, truth be told, and he waited a long time for Gideon to confront him about taking the same classes, in all honesty.

      (Actually, he thought he and Gideon would still do a lot of things together, would talk as usual throughout seventh year, but Gideon finally figured out, too, that he and Fabian didn't have to be a pair, and he found someone he wanted to get to know better, no matter how much Fabian disliked him.)

      The thing was, Hogwarts was only a stepping stone, Fabian knew now. It was a microcosm of what awaited them beyond the relative safety of the castle walls…which wasn't saying much.

      (After all, they read the papers. And deeds were whispered about despite teachers' best efforts to keep Dark topics hushed. And it was Sirius' private business when he ran away to James' last year—so, naturally, the whole castle knew this year, but it didn't mean Gideon needed to befriend Sirius' younger, tradition-embracing brother "to check in with him.")

      Classes would get them the N.E.W.T.s. And N.E.W.T.s would warrant them any of a number of respectable paths as grown wizards after graduation.

      In the end, though, Fabian looked Gideon in the eye and gave him a reassuring nod before leading the way into the Ministry of Magic, to the Auror Office.

      (And he'd lead the way, too, when Dumbledore approached them barely a month into training and the Prewett twins agreed to join this Order of the Phoenix thing the headmaster had going.

      After all, he was the older brother. They were a pair, perhaps, but Fabian understood what his role meant now…to look out for Gideon, to protect him—

      —to fall, if need be, so Gideon wouldn't have to.)

Also done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #2: vague misery) in the HPFC forum on FFN. Rather grim, but this collection of Prewett-centric stories has been sitting, stewing in my brain for a long while now… I have many a headcanon for Fab, Gid, Molly, etc, and Fortune Favors the Brave feels like a nice way to explore them; here in "me first, then you," we see a bit of Fabian's pigheadedness explained more as overprotectiveness. It's not pretty in other scenes, for sure, but it hurts to see it thru Fab's eyes. :') I also like this idea that we don't know who's idea it was to become Aurors first—Fabian's or Gideon's—but Fab is there every step of the way, taking the first step. A glimpse of my OTPs for the boys and more to come on the rest of the family, so please look forward to more! If you're reading this on FFN, just follow this collection; if you're reading on AO3 or tumblr, then follow along with the series. -w-Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

[ssamie]

off limits.

·˚ ༘⌗ someone had caught langa's attention, and reki being the supportive friend that he is, decided to help langa score a date with them, all without knowing they were joe's precious little sibling.

·˚ ༘⌗ hasegawa langa x gn!reader

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: langa's shitty flirting, fluff, im using ASH as ur name in S lol sorry if u hate it, long-ish ig

gen masterlist.       sk8 masterlist.

"yeah! go ASH!" "damn! they're so cool!"  "ASH! come take a picture with us!"

you simply grinned and waved to the crowd as they repeatedly chanted your name and cheered you on. you had just won a beef against your very own brother kojiro, or better known as JOE, and everyone was going crazy.

"well then, i win so you know what to do, right JOE?" you smirked tauntingly as your brother sighed in exasperation "yeah, yeah" he rolled his eyes "im doing laundry for this month as we previously agreed upon" he said

you snickered and waved him goodbye before rushing off to MIYA. you and him were fairly close friends since you were both candidates for japan's national team and often meet up outside of 'S'

"woah.." langa said with a gasp as his eyes followed your form. reki raised a brow in confusion as he followed langa's line of sight.

"langa? whats wrong?" reki asked. "ASH.." langa responded. his eyes were glimmering with amazement and adoration as a bright and sparkly aura surrounded him.

"oh, them?" reki hummed "they're really cool, huh? their tricks were really amazing" he said

langa simply sent you one last glance before reluctantly averting his attention towards reki. "reki! i think.. i think i like ASH" langa admitted with a blush

"eh?! like, like like them? or-" langa cut him off with a frantic nod, making reki scream out in surprise

"eh?! that's awesome! go talk to them then!" reki exclaimed as he tried to push langa towards your direction. "no! i can't!" langa panicked as he tried to plant himself in his spot

"yeah you can!" reki laughed "just go for it!" langa shook his head in distress and tried to run away, although reki caught him by his collar just in time.

"but i don't know what to say! they might find me weird!" langa exclaimed. reki hummed before nodding in agreement. "yeah, you're right. then you'll never get a chance if that happens"

langa paled as a look of dread and fear had dawned upon his features. reki immediately took notice and frantically patted his back to calm him down. "no, no! it's fine! you just gotta practice what to say first so you don't mess it up when you finally talk to them!" reki said

langa nodded with determination. "you're right, reki" he said. "so you'll help me right?" he sent reki an expectant look, making the latter gulp.

"ofcourse!" reki exclaimed "with my help, you'll score a date with them in no time!"

"um-hey, uh how's it-"

"no!! wrong wrong wrong!!" reki exclaimed as he shook his head in disappointment "we've gone over this! we've practiced for a week straight!" he sighed out in exasperation

they were currently at a convenience store parking lot, practicing langa's lines and flirting skills for when he finally musters up the courage to approach you.

"just be cool! be natural! you're too stiff" reki said as he lightly punched langa in the chest. "it's too hard" langa sighed dejectedly "i can't do it"

reki frowned and slapped langa's back, making him yelp. "you can do this! miya said they're really nice so you don't have anything to worry about" reki said in reassurance

"yeah, i guess" langa said with a pout "but im just-"

he yelped as he suddenly collided with another person, his foot had been caught up in his board, causing him to slip and for the other to stumble.

"ah, im so sorry!" you said as you frantically grasped his wrist just before he could fall to the ground. thankfully, you were able to balance yourself and catch him in the process.

"wait-" reki's eyes widened "you're.. ASH?!" you then grinned and set him a wave "hey! you're reki right? miya mentioned you a few times now" you said

"but you probably shouldn't address me as that when we're outside. it's against the rules you know?" you mused with a kind smile "just call me y/n"

"i-i uhm.. you-" langa stammered out. "hm?" you hummed in confusion as you turned around to face a red-faced langa, who seems to be in the brink of combustion at the moment. you followed his eyes down to your hand, which was still holding his wrist, and immediately let go. "oh, sorry dude! you're the rookie right?" you cooed out with a grin

"nice to meet you. i've seen you skate before, you're really good" you complimented him with a suave smirk

"..." langa didn't respond and simply looked at you with sparkling eyes and a blank expression, making reki face-palm in the background

"uh, you alright, langa?" you asked with a chuckle "you look real red right now" you grinned and jokingly elbowed him "it's not cause you like me or anything right?" you teased

"NO!" langa exclaimed. both you and reki blinked in shock while langa simply shook his head with a shaky smile "i mean-no i do! but not like that! but i don't don't like you-"

he suddenly cleared his throat upon receiving a silent signal from reki, making you smile in amusement. "so uh- what's an eye candy like you doin in a place like this?" he asked in a 'flirtatious' tone, though it only came out awkwardly and forced due to his aloof and blunt nature.

you chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly "not much. just shopping" you replied as you showed them the grocery bags filled with ingredients for kojiro's restaurant. "why? wanna take me elsewhere?" you teased

you laughed and lightly nudged him with your hip. " 'm just messing with you! you're too serious, loosen up will you?" you chuckled. "r-right!" langa laughed nervously as he silently marveled at you and your angelic laughter. "seriously," you grinned "you don't have to be so nervous. i don't bite you know?"

"well, unless you want me to" you grinned cheekily as a his face exploded into a bright shade of red. "oh.. is that so.." he stammered out

langa had once again fallen into silence as he settled for ogling at your side profile with his eyes sparkling with adoration. reki sweat dropped and nervously chimed in as to not make things awkward.

"so, y/n-san" reki said with a nervous smile "you're a really cool skater! and you also remind me of someone i know" he said

"oh well then you're probably talking about my brother. i heard you often hang with him in and outside of S" you said

"your brother?" reki and langa mumbled out in confusion. you nodded "yeah it's-" you were cut off by the ringing of your phone, making you shoot the two boys an apologetic smile and a wave goodbye.

"sorry guys, i gotta go. but maybe next time we can hang!" you said as you start to skate away. but just before you could get too far, you stop in your tracks and shoot langa a wink.

"catch you later, snow~" you cooed before finally disappearing from their sight, leaving behind a flustered langa and a surprised reki.

langa blinked one last time before dramatically falling down onto the floor like a melted puddle, his face bright red and a hazy smile grazing his lips.

"LANGA?!?"

"geez, you really need to keep your shit together." reki sighed "y/n was clearly flirting with you and you didn't even make a move." he said

langa frowned and nodded, "yeah, i guess i was just nervous. and it's a little awkward too.." he said. reki deadpanned and slapped him by his nape "dumbass! it's only awkward cus you make it like that!" he exclaimed

langa winced and shuffled away from reki "ouch! yeah, yeah, i'll do better next time.." he muttered with a pout.

they stopped as they arrived at kojiro's restaurant, they were there to meet up with the others for a friendly hangout. "hey guys!!" reki greeted them with a grin

"oh, the slime is here." miya said as he continued to play on his phone, not even looking up once. "oi! im no slime!" reki whined as he tackled miya in a hug, much to the latter's annoyance.

"hm? what's wrong, langa?" kaoru asked with a hum as he took notice of langa, who seemed more out of it that usual.

"oh, langa's thinking of ways on how to flirt with this person he likes!" reki exclaimed with a cheeky grin as he teased his friend. "a crush?" kaoru mused

"you're too young for that" joe said with a laugh "but if you need help, then im definitely the right person to go to" he followed up with a smirk

kaoru simply bonked him in the head with his fan and sighed. "you are definitely the worst person to come to." he said

joe gritted his teeth and glared at his pink haired friend, before huffing and facing langa once more. "so, who exactly is this crush of yours?" he cooed

langa blushed and sheepishly turned his head away, "its no one.." he muttered.

"it's ASH." miya chimed in with a smug grin "aka y/n. those two slimes have been asking me about them for the past week. it's honestly sad." he snickered.

kaoru and kojiro's face paled while langa simply turned into a blushing mess.

"wait-" kaoru gulped "y/n.. y/n as in kojiro's-"

"nii-san!" your voice emitted from the kitchen "i finished putting the groceries in the back room" you said

you walked into the room, untying the apron around your waist as you make your way towards your brother.

only then did you notice all their eyes trained on you, especially langa, who looked like his eyes were about to pop off with how much he'd widened them.

"umm.." you mumbled out sheepishly "is everything alright?" you asked

kojiro slowly walked up to langa with a dark look in his eyes, much to langa's horror. "oi, rookie." kojiro called out, his tone laced with malice

langa yelped and immediately shielded himself behind reki "i can explain.." langa muttered with a nervous smile

"explain what?" kojiro scowled. his muscular arms pulled you towards him, much to your confusion, and held you protectively against his chest.

"that you're flirting around with my baby sibling!!?!" kojiro exclaimed

"NO!" langa denied "well uh- kind of.. but i only did it once and-reki! help me!" he gave reki a look of helplessness.

reki gulped as kojiro's glare had averted towards him. "ah, joe! it's just that-langa here thought y/n-san was very alluring, right?" he mused, to which langa nodded along.

"so uh-we asked miya some things about her.. but miya never told us they was your sibling!!" he exclaimed

miya simply gave them a cat-like grin, smiling and giggling to himself as he innocently looks around the place.

"that doesn't excuse your actions, you punks!" kojiro bonked them both in the head

"let me get this straight.. y/n is off limits. got that?" he glared at langa "no flirting, no dating, no boyfriends."

you scowled and wiggled yourself free from his hold. "what the hell are you talking about?" you crossed your arms over your chest as you look at your brother expectantly.

"wha- y/n you're too young!" kojiro shrieked "im not a kid, you know?" you sweat drop

"you're younger than me, which means you're a kid. so no boyfriends." kojiro huffed "kaoru help me out here!!" he said

kaoru simply sipped on his drink and sighed. "i personally don't have any problems if y/n chooses to date." he says in a calm tone

but it soon changed into a look of malice as he looms over langa's shoulder. "but if you hurt them, i will surely be teaching you a lesson." he muttered in a low tone "alright?"

langa yelped and nodded. "right!" he exclaimed

you sighed and bonked both kaoru and kojiro in the head, pushing them away despite their protests, and approached langa.

"don't mind them." you said "they're just overprotective. most of it were empty threats anyways!" you laughed

langa gulped as he looked at the two over your shoulder with dread. "im pretty sure those threats weren't empty..." he muttered

you laughed and took his hand, flipping it over to reveal his wrist. you then took a pen from your pocket and wrote your number down onto his skin.

"i gotta go, but when you have time, give me a call okay?" you cooed with a smirk

langa watched with sparkling eyes as you gave him a flirty wink before taking your board and walking out of the restaurant.

"bye~" you cooed with a wave before skating away

"i- what?! did my baby sibling just give some guy their number?!" kojiro shrieked in horror

"you act like you don't do the same thing in a daily basis" reki sweat dropped

reki then turned to langa, who was still staring at the digits on his wrist with a blushing face. "so, are you gonna call them?" reki mused

"like hell you will!!" kojiro scowled

"i will!" langa exclaimed with a determined look

"oi! didn't you hear me?!" kojiro snarled "don't call them! they're off limits! oi, listen to me!!" he groaned in aggravation

"joe, im gonna ask them to be my s/o!" langa said with a straight face as he stared at joe with a hopeful glint in his eyes

"NO!!"

"im doing it anyway!"

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

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Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

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GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

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"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

[drethanramslay]

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

Thanks for the ask Anon 😊

#86- "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

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Author's note: Well this is the last of the prompts and I am grateful to all of y'all and I hope you like it 😘

You can find some head cannon of Leah Garcia here which can add more clarity.

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Quinceañera

"Are you sure I'm looking okay?" Leah asked as she smoothened her sleeveless floral sundress which extended till her mid thigh as they walked up the porch.

"Sunshine, you have asked me this question exactly four times in the last 40 minutes and my answer remains unchanged. You look gorgeous, a true vision of beauty and I am greatful to have such a beautiful woman by my side." Ethan said he extended his hand for Leah.

Leah blushed and placed her hand in his and clasped their fingers.

"You also look amazing Ethan. The blue brings out your eyes." She said as they rang the bell to her cousin sister, Natalia's house.

"So Natalia is the eldest of your cousin's while you are the you best right?" Ethan asked.

"Yes. We are seven cousins including Liam and me. Our family has always been big on tradition. Natalia's eldest daughter, Amalia is turning fifteen and that's why we are having the quinceañera a.k.a transition from a girl to a woman."

"Okay. And Liam is 35 and is a Major General in the Marines, right?" Ethan asked, cross checking the facts. The need to impress her family was so important to him and he was kind of nervous.

"Yes. Ethan.. they are gonna love you. This have nothing to be worried about."

Ethan let out a tense breath as the door opened.

"Lele!" A bubbly woman screeched as she tackled Leah. Ethan's eyes widened and reached for her to prevent her from falling off but Leah held her ground.

"I missed you Natalia!"

"Oh I missed you too Lele! I haven't seen you since last year when we got drunk and spoke about that hot senior Doctor Ram-" she was rambling before she saw Ethan standing there with an amused smile.

"Oh please! Don't stop because of me. Please continue about this 'hot doctor'." Ethan said.

Leah elbowed him and realization dawned on Natalia. "Ohhhh! This is him? Man, Lele you have refined tastes." Natalia said before turning to Ethan with a contagious smile.

"Hello! Welcome! Please come in. But, let me warn you, it's a mess. Lele, I hope you and your man can help me before others come in."

"Of course sis! Thus is gonna be the best quinceañera ever!"

"Okay! And Amalia!! You can't wear a dress which shows your teta!!"

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"Twenty one... Twenty two... Twenty three" Ethan counted the styrofoam plates which were precariously balanced on the edge of the table.

"Babe." Leah said as looked to her side. She had already finished her tasks and was slowly loosing her brain cells waiting.

"Twenty five... Twenty six.."

"Baabbbeeee. I'm bored." She whined, trying to get his attention.

"... Twenty eight..."

Leah bent and kissed the edge of his mouth. He stilled for a moment before continuing his counting, a little distracted.

"...thirty... Thirty one.."

She angled her head so that she could trail hot kisses along his jaw. She then proceeded to catch his earlobe in her teeth and tugged it.

Oh lord give me the strength. Ethan thought mentally, as he slowly started going crazy.

"Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!" He hissed.

"Okay." She pulled back and gave an angelic smile.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "You are so going to get it."

"Hopefully." She replied cheekily.

"CORPORAL WHERE ARE YOU?!" A deep voice boomed through the house.

"Sergeant?" Leah said with her eyes widened. She turned around to see her brother.

"Come here dum-dum." Liam stretched his arms as Leah squealed and tackled him.

"You are here!"

"Yes sis or otherwise you are smoking some dope shit and having crazy hallucinations."

"You are still an asshole, sarge." She slapped his arm.

"I will take that as a compliment, corporal. Now where is your boyfriend? He and me are going to have a nice chat."

"Shh be nice." Ethan got up to his full height and the two men analysed each other. Leah just held her breath.

"I'm Major General Liam Garcia. Nice to meet you Dr. Ramsey." He said as he stretched his hand ahead.

"Nice to meet you Major. I have heard a lot of stories about you." Ethan spoke as he shook his hand.

"Really? Knowing Lele, she would have said dumb stuff about me... How about I hook you up with some of her embarassing stories?"

Leah gasped. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me sis. So Ethan, wanna know about the time Leah dyed her hair neon pink?"

"Definitely." Ethan grinned as they sat on the couch.

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Spanish music was playing through the speakers as the family was laughing and drinking in the backyard. Leah sat on the two seater swing and just took in the sight of her family, a soft smile playing in her lips.

"Hey sunshine." Ethan said as he sat next to her, with... Sangria?

"Didn't know sangria was your style."

"Well mama Debbie can be real persuasive." Ethan said as he took a sip of the beverage.

"Liam and me are going to be good friends.."

"Yeah, that's because you bonded over how hilarious my goth phase was." Leah grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Ethan threw his head back and laughed, wrapping and arm around her. "Admit it sunshine... It was a little funny."

Leah couldn't help but smile at the way Ethan was care free. "Okay.. a little."

"Corporal?"

Leah looked up and saw her dad approaching her. "Hey Captain! Any orders for the day?" Leah joked as she stood up and hugged her father tightly.

Ray returned the hug with double the intensity. "Nope. Just enjoy yourself mija."

"Papa, I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Dr. Ethan Ramsey." Ethan stood up, his back ramrod straight.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"Na... You can call me Ray. Welcome to the family, son." He reached and hugged him and Ethan was shell shocked.

"Yes Ray."

"All that matters to me is my mija's happiness. If you break her heart, I will break your face."

"Good thing Ray that I don't plan on doing that anytime soon. I am going to be around for a long time."

Ray threw his head back and laughed. "That's good, Ethan. Why don't you, seargent, corporal and me sit down for dinner and a couple of beers? I have a few steaks in the freezer and I always love a good reason to fire up the barbeque."

"Sure Ray. Enjoy the party."

"You too Ethan."

Ray walked away as the couple got comfortable in the swing.

"Did you really mean it that you are gonna be with me for the long haul?" Leah asked as she snuggled against him.

"Obviously sunshine. I love you and I would like to stay by your side till the end of time."

"Me too Ethan... Me too."

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I will be posting the prompt masterlist as well as me main updated masterlist so that if you guys missed out, you can read them up :))

Also imma go and lie down 😓😞

[btskismet]

Kismet (Chapter 20) : A BTS Jin imagines fanfic

First ever fanfic. Contains some fluff and smut. Please read sequentially as it is a long story arc. Please provide feedback! My IG is btskismet. Warning: violent scenes

November 8, 1944

From afar, Jun-seok could see clearly two groups of people clearly divided in the middle. One side were soldiers and the other side were the local citizens. The way they stood in front of each other clearly showed that there was a lot of tension in this meeting. And it was all because of the man in the middle of them. He was shouting at the locals.

Jun-seok and the squad approached slowly since one of the squad soldiers said they should keep their distance while they were having this altercation.

"Why? Don't you guys know them?", Jun-seok asked, bewildered by the fact that they shouldn't approach.

The soldier who cautioned them then had a realization. "Oh yeah. You're new. I forgot about that. That's Lt. Akagi. He and his platoon are the most dangerous unit around here. You don't want to get him pissed."

The other soldier chimed in. "Yeah. If we can avoid them, it's better but unfortunately the food we have is for them."

"Tch. This is bad. I really just wanted to hand it to them and go. Now we have to wait. Man, I hate being around Akagi-san when he's like this. Who knows what he'll do!", the third soldier said.

Jun-seok heard the 4th soldier mutter 'asshole' under his breath as they watched Akagi from a distance.

Wow, Captain Yuzawa wasn't kidding when he said this guy is trouble, Jun-seok thought. The Lieutenant was screaming his head off, very upset with the locals in front of him, particularly giving hell to one elderly man who seem to be representing the group.

They heard Akagi reprimanding them for not bringing the platoon water to drink and that his soldiers had to walk very far to get it.

"We don't clear your fields and we don't ask for food to be brought to us. All we ask is water and your people are stupid for not bringing that to us! You are all inferior and stupid!", Akagi was shouting in Japanese to the man in front of him. The poor man was trying his best to understand what Akagi was saying but based on his expression, he was clueless and scared.

Suddenly, a younger man went in between Akagi and the elderly fellow and said 'Gomen nasai' (sorry) to Akagi over and over. He was pushing the old man back and he was saying to Akagi in broken Nihonggo to not hurt the old man.

The interruption clearly upset Akagi rather than appease him and he was appalled that the younger man went between him and the old man.

"I am not talking to you! How dare you!", Akagi shouted. With a swift look to the left, the soldier beside Akagi then drew his sword and stabbed the young man.

This took everyone by surprise and some of the women screamed as the young man looked at Akagi and then the old man as he tried to contain the blood rushing out of his abdomen. He then fell to the ground and a woman went his side, crying and screaming.

Akagi was not pleased by the woman's reaction so he faced the old man again and took it out on him. "Look what happen! You at fault!", he shouted in broken English.

The old man was so scared since he obviously understood what he said and kept saying no and sorry.

"We get your land now! Ours! Japan!", Akagi shouted and the other soldiers started saying yes behind him. The old man was trying his best to explain that the Mayor has an agreement with the Shosa about this in a mixture of English and Japanese but obviously, no one was listening to him.

Jun-seok was getting worried that the soldiers would start killing the locals for just being there. "Shouldn't we stop them?"

All 4 soldiers looked at him in disbelief. "Do you seriously want to get in between that mess?", asked one of the soldiers, scoffing before he could even answer.

As things were heating up, he then heard from not too far away, a familiar but pleading voice.

"Yamete, onegai shimasu! Onegai shimasu!", a woman pleaded as she passed by Jun-seok and the squad. She was walking quickly towards Akagi and the old man.

She then bowed in front of Akagi, slightly pushing the old man away to get in between the two, while apologizing profusely to the Lieutenant.

Jun-seok started walking towards the soldiers, much to the surprise of the squad he was with. "Hey! Come back!", one of the soldiers shouted at him but he didn't care.

It's her, he muttered as his mind was racing, worried that she might get hurt. God, is she really that brave to intervene like this?

As he was walking towards the group, he could see that she didn't seem to be fazed with the young man dying near her as she was speaking to Akagi. Whatever it was holding her together, she was using it to pacify Akagi instead.

In nearly perfect Nihonggo, she was pleading to Akagi not to hurt anyone else and that the coffee fields should remain as the Major promised that the locals can have their fields for constant production of coffee for their livelihood. She also apologized for what the young man and the old man were saying and to just spare them and not hurt them.

As she was pleading to Akagi, he was checking her out in a very lewd way. He even stepped to the side to check out her rear and walked around in a very cocky manner. His soldiers behind him started sniggering at his antics.

The woman who was with the young man on the ground then gave out a loud wail because the man already died. This got Akagi angry and he was about to slap the woman. However, the young woman pleading to him earlier went in between them and forcefully stayed his hand.

This time, she looked straight at him with this expression of suppressed anger. "Yamete, Akagi-sama. Onegai shimasu. Jihi onegai shimasu (Stop, Lord Akagi. Please. Have mercy, please)", she said in a firm but calm voice.

Akagi stepped back, appalled by this woman's actions. He started shouting in Japanese, "Wow, so brave... You think you're better than me, huh? Who are you to act so boldly? So you're the protector of these people, huh?"

Jun-seok was starting to get extremely anxious for the woman's safety. She seem to not have understood all the things that Akagi was saying but based on his body movements, it's like he was getting ready to strike her down. Jun-seok was debating in his mind if he should intervene or not. He was very concerned that things would get out of hand any minute now.

The woman then apologized again, bowing in front of Akagi and told him to spare the others and not take their land.

Akagi then said "kill all the others" in Korean to his soldiers.

The next minute that passed was nothing but the sounds of bullets flying and people screaming. No one was spared except for the young woman, who stood there screaming at the carnage around her. They shot all the men, women and children, soaking the ground with their blood.

As if it wasn't terrible enough, the rain came down suddenly, drenching the dead and the living.

Jun-seok was horrified that everyone was killed except her.

She looked around her and saw all the locals gunned down. She started screaming and crying, her balance swaying as she looked like she was going to faint.

Just then, a man was seen running towards her and the dead bodies, calling out her name. Jun-seok couldn't understand what he was shouting but he ran to her to save her from Akagi. But it was a futile effort because as soon as he got close enough to reach out to her, a swift stab to the chest with a sword met him instead.

The man, reached out still to the young woman as he fell to the ground. It all happened in a split second and the woman was caught by surprise that the man just collapsed at her feet.

Akagi took out a handkerchief and started wiping the blood off his sword, smirking at the dying man.

She sat on the ground and clutched the man in her arms as he started to spit out blood. He was trying to say something but she softly shushed him and told him softly that it's ok and sorry.

When the man drew his last breath, she wailed. Jun-seok's heart went out to this woman and how he wished he could just go to her and hold her, protect her from the pain and even the rain bearing down on all of them. As she was crying, he could see that she was looking at the soldiers angrily, as if she was questioning them for what happened. Then she locked eyes with him for a couple of seconds and he felt his eyes welling up. This is not right, he thought to himself. Why did this happen?

Akagi started laughing mockingly at this woman, telling her in Korean that she was stupid and a slut. He also said that she was best to be a whore and not a champion for scum like the dead people around her.

He took a sword from one of his men and walked slowly to the woman, gripping the sword tightly in his hand.

"Amkae*.", Akagi said and raised the sword above his head.

Jun-seok was about to shout stop but instead someone else did.

Akagi stopped his swing midway and looked behind him.

From afar, they all saw General Isumi with Shosa Kimori and Captain Yuzawa behind him.

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*meaning Bitch in Korean

[wakandan-flowerz]

Our Love In Color XXV

A/N: I love you guys so much for supporting this story. Reader is black and plussized

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut

“What?” one of the maids said in the laundry room as she folded a sheet. She looked over at her friend who was holding in laughs as she brought out the next load of linens.

“I know you know.” The young woman said.

“Know what?” she said, folding a pillowcase.

“Know that our Chief and Chieftess have been busy like rabbits.” Her friend said.

“Sssh.” The other maid said. “Someone will hear you.”

“Anyone that works here knows. They aren’t exactly quiet people.” The woman said, bringing the basket over. “It’s clear that our Chief is a great lover.”

Her friend hit her shoulder as she giggled. She looked around before leaning in to whisper. “I may or may not have seen the Chieftess leaving their bedroom…with a slight limp in her stride.” They covered their mouths to hide their laughter.

The maids went around before they left for the night, placing fresh towels and sheets in the cabinets. Of course, their first stop was the Chief’s room. “I heard from my love, Ige, that they really can’t keep their hands off each other. Always diving into each other when they get a free moment.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll find the evidence of that if…” the maids stopped their gossip as the large double doors opened. You walked in first, holding a small potted plant to place on the dresser closest to the door. M’Baku walked in behind you and immediately went over to the couch, taking off his shoes. The maids noticed the long glances you gave each other. They looked to each other, holding in laughs.

“We’ve supplied all the linens.” The young woman said. “Would you be needing anything else?”

M’Baku looked back over at you, a smile creeping over his face. “I think we’ll manage.” You tucked your lips in fighting a smile. You walked over to the wooden chest that sat in front of the bed, sitting on it. You acted as if you were stretching but, you were slyly undoing your corset.

“Well, good night.” The other maid said, fighting a snicker.

They exited the room, slowly closing the heavy doors behind them. As they did, they caught a peek of M’Baku coming over to you and lifting you up and pushing you onto the mattress as your top came loose.

“I know you saw.” A guard said as he turned the corner with his patrol buddy.

“Saw what?” his friend said.

“The scratches on Lord M’Baku’s back during this morning’s training.” The guard said. “And you know they aren’t from sparring.”

The guard looked around as they headed outside to patrol the grounds. “I may have noticed.”

They chuckled as they walked down the path. “It’s clear they like to rut as if they are in heat.”

His friend hushed him as they rounded the corner. They saw you and M’Baku walking and you stopped abruptly. You balanced on your toes, whispering something in his ear. The guards watched M’Baku’s eyebrows lift and his jaw dropped. You laughed as M’Baku’s reaction was to put you over his shoulder and walk you back into the compound.

You moaned as M’Baku kissed along the back of your neck. You turned and watched him, run his fingers over your spine. Though the both of you were covered in sweat from the first round of lovemaking, you couldn’t part from each other. “M’Baku.” You moaned.

“My love.” He responded, a hand on your side. You turned over on your back, letting M’Baku crawl on top of you. “Why is every time with you so much sweeter than the last?”

You smiled, cupping his face. “Maybe, it’s just us.” You said. He planted a passionate kiss on your lips. M’Baku pulled away marveling at you in the dim lighting of the room. “I want to try something.”

“Oh?” M’Baku said, raising his eyebrows.

You surprised him, keeping your thighs to his side and shifting his weight and yours to flip him over. You straddled him at first. You left a trail of kisses from his lips all the way to his pelvis. You took his member into your hand, stroking him. M’Baku grunted softly as your wet tongue dragged along his length. You took him into your mouth, relaxing your jaw. You bobbed up and down on him, letting him harden in your mouth. M’Baku’s chest would rise and fall as his heels dug into the mattress. You made eye contact with him as you found your rhythm, stroking and sucking him. You took your mouth off of him, spreading your saliva over his length.

M’Baku grunted, gripping the sheets as he reached full erect. You took to breathing through your nose as your mouth was full. You didn’t try to push your limit, taking your time. You began to moan, sending vibrations through M’Baku. He started to arch his own back but, resorted to watching you. His thick fingers tangled themselves in your curls. You would squeeze your hand around him slightly as you twisted. You pulled away from him, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Y/N…” he said, breathy and weak. You pulled away from him. He was now full hard and covered in a mix of precum and your saliva. You straddled him again, slowly, making him watch you. You leaned down, kissing him. He gripped the back of your neck, keeping you there.

You pulled away as you positioned yourself directly over his member. As if M’Baku could read your mind, he held himself steady as you sank down on him. You moaned as you clutched around him. You kept your pelvis to his and your hands on his chest. M’Baku’s hands found their place on your hips as you rocked into him.

You moaned as you instantly had a rhythm, rolling your hips back and forth. M’Baku grunted beneath you. “Oh, Y/N.” M’Baku groaned. You moved your hips faster as your head lifted to the ceiling. M’Baku watched your large breasts bounce, making him lick his lips. He massaged them, slightly pinching your nipples. You looked back down at him, making eye contact with him. You both had this heat in your chests. It was raising and drawing you both to your orgasm.

Your nails started to dig into M’Baku’s skin, making him hiss. “Yes.” He growled. Your walls contracted and relaxed around him. M’Baku was fighting to remain still as he moaned beneath you. You both had become extremely vocal, filling the room with your moans. “You’re going to make me cum, Y/N.”

You leaned back in, kissing him. There was a mix of tender pecks and loving, tongue kisses. M’Baku cursed as he twitched inside of you. You tightened around him as you dragged yourself on him. Your hips coming up and back down. His hands gripped your wide hips. Fingertips glided over each roll and curve. M’Baku gripped your ass, smacking it as it jiggled. You giggled through your moans. M’Baku started to struggle against you. He held you close as he prepared for his orgasm.

“M’Baku.” You moaned as you gave your last movements. One last strong pump against him caused you to erupt. M’Baku lifted his hips shooting into you as he yelled. You collapsed on his chest, taking deep breaths as you rode out your orgasm. M’Baku’s hands rested on your back as he sighed. You moaned making small movements.

“Did you enjoy that?” you asked.

M’Baku chuckled. “Yam ivu, you are amazing.” You chuckled as you planted a kiss on his lips. His hands glided up into your hair, massaging your scalp. You thought you’d get to doze off but, M’Baku started to shift. Your eyes opened as M’Baku turned you over. Your back was now on the mattress. M’Baku kissed you passionately. You moaned in his mouth as his hands trailed up and down your body. His hands grasped the back of your knees pulling them up. Your brows furrowed and you let out a light gasp at the stretch you felt.

M’Baku broke the kiss, trying to focus on bringing his hips to yours. He dragged his member over your wet entrance. You moaned, placing your hands on the headboard. M’Baku slid back inside you. He immediately rolled his hips, looking down and watching himself slide in and out of you. “M’Baku.” You moaned. M’Baku’s pace picked up, colliding into you. He kept your legs up. Your head pressed into the pillows as your nails scratched against the wood.

Your eyes rolled as M’Baku hit your g spot with each stroke. This position trapped you under him. You could only clutch the sheets as M’Baku fucked into you. M’Baku looked at you, ecstasy on both your faces. “Look at me.” He said.

You followed his request with a whine. Your hands flew to his shoulders as he leaned into you, pushing your legs up more. You didn’t break eye contact with him as he wrapped his arms around the backs of your knees, pinning you. You screamed as M’Baku scooted up and now had more leverage on you. His entire length dragged against you. You frantically moved your hands from scratching his shoulders, pushing on his pelvis and around his neck. “M’Baku! Ah!” you said.

M’Baku grunted animalistically as his hips met yours with a constant slapping. You cried as he leaned in, his breath against your skin. Tears rolled down the sides of your face as you became overwhelmed. That heat was in both of your chests again. That passion that kept you going. “Fuck.” M’Baku yelled.

You screamed M’Baku’s name as you pushed into him. You erupted with a high-pitched cry as M’Baku roared, shooting into you. You both shuddered and grunted through your highs. M’Baku laid there with you, letting your legs wrap around your waist.

M’Baku pulled out of you and rolled over on his back. You cuddled up to him as he pulled the covers over the both of you. “I love you.” You muttered.

“I love you too.” He said. M’Baku held you close as you both drifted off to sleep.

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[malloryslourd]

Burn The House Down | 1/2

Pairing: Mallory x Reader

Warnings: Some Strong Language, Alcohol Use, Slight Violence

Words: 2,541

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Y/N/N🌙: party tn since my moms r out? yes? no? maybe so?

madi🚬: yes

queenie👑: Personally I wouldn't risk it but it isn't my idea so go for it ig

zoe🌸: bad idea, none of us have any clue when they'll be back tm

madi🚬: stfu benson

mal🥀: i think zoe's right

Y/N/N🌙: but we haven't had a party in forever

coco💸: "forever" my bday party was last week and we barely made it out of that 1 alive

queenie👑: Then let's test our luck

mal🥀: every time we test our luck Y/N ends up grounded or missing death by a millisecond

Y/N/N🌙: i mean come on i haven't died yet mal

mal🥀: how about a nice quiet movie night

madi🚬: we're throwing a party

mal🥀: :(

zoe🌸: I will not be blamed for this

coco💸: i'm for it

queenie👑: Party it is then

Y/N/N🌙: dibs on playlist duty

coco💸: i want to make the playlist

coco💸: oh fuck you

madi🚬: alcohol?

mal🥀: now that's a REALLY bad idea

Y/N/N🌙: yea madi that's a lil... risky

madi🚬: don't care

zoe🌸: I'm calling it, we're all getting arrested

queenie👑: With that attitude we will!

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"I really don't think this is going to end well."

Y/N looked up at Mallory and smiled. She was standing in her doorway, hand still clutched around her phone as more texts from the group chat filled in. Y/N only laughed at the witch, changing her position on her bed to give Mallory room to sit with her. "Okay, honestly, the worst that's gonna happen is I get grounded or someone dies." Mallory sat next to Y/N, rolling her eyes. "And we have you here so we should be fine," Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Mallory's scoff.

"I'm serious Y/N/N," Mallory elbowed Y/N's arm, fighting back the smile that was spreading across her face. "What if something really bad happens? Or what if your moms find out?" she was obviously worried. No matter how much the coven thought about how something would end out it was usually something they couldn't even imagine happening.

"You always assume the worse, it's really a horrible habit when we're trying to break the rules," Y/N laughed, Mallory slapping her shoulder. "Don't go get all pouty on me, you know I'm joking!" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Now help me pick an outfit idiot!"

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The party had started hours ago. The girls had been able to have a pretty calm night so far- nothing to threatening of their lives. Madison, like she said she would, had gotten alcohol for the party. Which most of the girls thought was a horrible idea? It took one stupid kid who wasn't supposed to be drinking in the first place to screw up the whole party. But that was a risk Madison was willing to take.

Y/N walked into the kitchen, pushing through drunk teens gathered around an ice chest Madison had filled with beer hours before. She walked over to Zoe and Madison, leaning against the counter next to them. "How's everything going ladies?"

"Pretty well, but I heard Nick just got here," Madison nodded over to the rest of the party outside of the kitchen.

Zoe looked at Y/N in disbelief. "You invited him? Bad fucking idea kid," she shook her head, letting out a breath just thinking about what could happen with Nick Lecompte there. Nick Lecompte was known for being a horrible person. That simple. That's all he was. Not many people liked him or could tolerate his presence- let alone have him at a party.

Y/N shrugged as she thought about it, taking a sip from her cup. "I invited his brother, I felt bad."

"Wow, complete pushover," Madison nudged the girl's shoulder.

Y/N laughed as she shook her head. "Trust me though, if he causes any trouble the bitch will be thrown out a window faster than he can come up with an excuse for acting like an asshole."

"Where's Mal?" Zoe thought she had seen Y/N with Mallory not too long ago, them both out in the living room tomorrow.

"Out there with Coco. What about Queenie?"

"Drinking game in the backyard," Madison nodded. "She's kicking ass too."

"Nice," Y/N laughed.

"Everything's good so far, right?"

"Actually yeah! There was this one girl who took her bra off and whatever but her friends got to her," Y/N laughed loudly. "It's getting a little crazy, by nothing we can't handle, right?"

"Why does Coco look like she's about to explode?" Madison nodded over to the blonde entering the kitchen. The others looked over, laughing to themselves. "That's a you problem, we have to go," Madison took Zoe's hand into her own and dragged her off out of the other entrance of the kitchen.

Y/N just shook her head, taking another sip from her drink before turning to Coco. "Hey, we've got a problem," Coco grabbed Y/N's arm in a hurry.

"What happened?"

"Nick happened."

Y/N groaned as she followed Coco out of the kitchen. "Explain to me what's going on!" Y/N ran a hand over her face.

Coco shrugged her shoulders. She seemed to be in some sort of miniature panic. "I think he grabbed Mallory's ass or so-"

"What?" Y/N was a little too loud, people turning to look at her. "Where the Hell is she?"

"I left her with some guy I know, but Nick's still aggravating her," Coco looked back at Y/N. "I mean, just look." She motioned to Nick attempting to talk to Mallory just a few people ahead. Before she knew it Y/N had pushed ahead of her and towards the small group of people watching the chaos unfold. She had no option other than to follow her further into the sea of people in the living room.

Y/N stepped between Nick and Mallory, making sure she pushed Nick far away enough. He stumbled into someone behind them, he had obviously been drinking. "Hey, do we have a fucking problem here Lecompte?" Y/N took a step closer to the boy, eyebrow raised in question as she looked up at him.

Nick smiled at Y/N- a toothy, cunning jackass type of smile. "It's all cool Goode," he mocked Y/N, tilting his head to the side as he laughed at himself. He attempted to push her aside, placing his hand on her shoulder. Y/N slapped his hand away in response, making him upset to say the absolute least. He furrowed his brows in confusion in response to Y/N, looking down at her. "Look, I'm just trying to talk to her-"

"-Really?" people were starting to stare at the small group now, the room getting a little bit quieter than it was before. Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself, closing her eyes briefly to try and maintain her composure. "Listen, you were barely invited to this party, you should just really fucking leave," she nodded over to the door. That was his first warning for now, but Y/N was sure she would have to give him at least one more before she lost her cool.

Nick gave her another cocky smile as he leaned down closer to her face. "Or what princess?" he said the words too innocently, making sure to pop each one just to get on Y/N's nerves even more.

Y/N's eyes got darker as she heard that, her free hand clenching into a fist. Her blood was beginning to boil. "What the fuck did you just call me?" she kept her voice low, her teeth gritted as she stared up at the boy.

He laughed drunkenly, running a hand through his hair. "I said, princess," he was acting as if he was talking to a child. Maybe it was his drunkenness that was preventing him from seeing the fire in Y/N's eyes or it could have been the dark lightning of the room. "You shouldn't be stressing like this, go enjoy yourself," he patted Y/N's shoulder.

Nick attempted to move her to the side again, but Y/N stood her ground as she hit his hand away once more. "Say it again Nick," Y/N smiled innocently, nodding her head as she let out a sarcastic laugh. "I fucking dare you to say it again," she encouraged him, a dangerous smile covering her features.

He rolled his eyes, looking around the party before he leaned down again. "Princes-"

He was cut short when Y/N's fist met his face quickly. The punch threw him off balance, causing him to fall to the floor. Y/N only shook her head as she looked down at him, taking a sip from her cup before she "accidentally" let it fall out of her hand and onto the boy. "Oh, my bad Nick. I didn't see you down there," she let out a sarcastic gasp. "You have exactly two minutes to get your shit together and get the fuck out of my house. If you're not out in time I will set you on fire in the backyard like you're a goddamn bonfire. Get this dick out of here Ty," she looked up at Nick's brother, motioning to the mess on the floor beneath them.

Ty only shook his head as he bent down to help Nick. "Come on, get the fuck up dude," he grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him to his feet.

Mallory grabbed Y/N's wrist, turning her around to look at her. Complete worry covered her features as she looked at Y/N. The commotion around them started to settle down, the noise rising in the room again. "That was a little intense, don't you think?"

Y/N shook her head. She looked over her shoulder at the boy getting carried out. She tried not to laugh when she turned back around, knowing that Mallory was actually worried about her. "It's fine. Are you okay?"

Mallory nodded her head quickly."I'm fine," she reassured Y/N with a soft smile, resting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "You aren't though," her eyes widened when she caught sight of Y/N's hand. "Look your knuckles are bleeding!" she took the witch's hand into her own, a worried pout covering her features.

Y/N shook her head as she inspected her hand. "Mal, I'm fine," she rolled her eyes. In her mind it was just a little scrape that would be healed in a few days, no big deal at all.

Mallory's face deadpanned. "There's blood running down your hand, that doesn't seem like fine to me," she crossed her arms before taking Y/N's other hand into her's. "Come on," she dragged her through the crowd of people, pushing through as fast as she could manage with a retaliating witch behind her.

"Who said it was my blood?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I left a mark on the bitch?" she smiled at Mallory as they stopped in the kitchen.

"Not funny," Mallory didn't seem amused with Y/N in the slightest. "Sit," she demanded before she started to search the cabinets. Y/N didn't even say anything before she sat on the counter, swinging her feet back and forth as she watched Mallory. "I can't believe you did that!" Mallory turned to Y/N with a first aid kit in her hands. "What if he would have hit you back or something? You don't always have to be the hero," she shook her head as she started to search the box of medical supplies for what she needed.

Y/N scoffed dramatically. "Are you doubting my strength?" she smiled jokingly at Mallory. The witch only glared at her as she grabbed her hand, starting to clean the wounds with a wipe. "And I think I make a pretty good hero if I do say so myself, half drunk or-"

"-Y/N I swear to God," Mallory looked up at Y/N. She looked like she was going to slap her or pull her off the counter. Y/N couldn't tell. It was too dark.

"Sorry...," she rubbed the back of her neck. "Ow!" she attempted to pull her hand back from Mallory's grasp, only for her to grab it again.

"I thought it was his blood?" she smirked up at Y/N, her only rolling her eyes in response. "You can't go around punching all your problems."

Y/N scoffed loudly."It was Nick Lecompte!" Nick Lecompte was the biggest dick Y/N had ever met- and she had met some pretty big dicks. "I should be allowed to punch that problem if an- Ow Mallory! Jesus!"

"Sorry," she mumbled the apology before she went back to trying to bandage Y/N's hand without hurting her too much more than she already was. "Nick or not violence doesn't solve everything," she shook her head. "There, all bandaged up."

"You should put a bandaid on my forehead like the guys in high school around here wear to look cool."

"You're so lame," Mallory laughed, shaking her head at Y/N.

"Wow, thanks!" Y/N scoffed sarcastically, bringing a hand to her chest to seem even more dramatic. Mallory rolled her eyes at Y/N, hitting the girl's arm playfully. She put the first aid kit back in the cabinet. "Are you sure you're okay? He didn't hurt you did he?"

Mallory shook her head. She reached for Y/N's hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm fine. If the guy would've hurt me I really would have let you give it to him," they laughed together lightly. If Mallory was hurt Y/N would probably be kicking Nick's face in on the front lawn by now. That would be a sight for sure. "Thanks by the way," Mallory smiled up at Y/N. "You really didn't have to do that for me," Mallory whispered, her cheeks reddening.

Y/N only laughed nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck. "He deserved it, no one should be treated like that," she shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks for this though," she held up her bandaged hand.

"Don't scare me like that, you could've gotten hurt," Mallory pulled Y/N into a hug, resting her head on the girl's chest as she let out a comforting sigh.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Mallory, letting her head rest on top of the other girl's. "See now you're getting all soft and I feel bad!" Y/N huffed as she looked down at Mallory. Mallory met her gaze, smiling sheepishly at the witch.

"Have you had a lot to drink tonight?" Y/N could barely hear her over the music, just barely catching what she has asked. She shook her head slowly, confused by the question. "Good, because I want you to remember this," she pulled Y/N into a kiss, having to balance on her tippy toes to reach her. Shock took over Y/N only for a second before her hands moved to grab Mallory's face. Mallory smiles into the kiss as Y/N deepened it.

"Oh my God!"

Mallory and Y/N pulled away from the kiss quickly. Their attention shot to Zoe and Coco in the doorway of the kitchen. "What the fuck Coco?"

"Holy shit, Madison owes me twenty bucks."

Mallory shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "What do you want?"

Coco nodded herself back to reality. "Oh right! Zoe is clearing everyone out, something broke somewhere that's all I know."

"Great," Y/N groaned loudly, throwing her head back. "We should go help."

"Yeah that's better than swallowing each other's faces."

"Coco!"