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[blakescorneroftheunknown]

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 27th:  Haunted House | Hunters Moon - Ghost | Funny read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

Haunted houses are supposed to be scary– fog, strobe lights, creepy crawlies and otherworldly creatures. Eddie’s prepared for all of that when he takes the job at the local haunt during his favorite time of year– it’s in the name, after all. 

What he’s not prepared for is Steve Goddamn Harrington to show up with a gaggle of pre-teens nipping at his heels like baby ducks demanding attention. 

“– don’t need your bat, it’s fine! It’s fake, Steve, c’mon.” He hears one particularly loud mop-headed kid arguing from behind his perch. 

Faux blood drips from the gash built up on his forehead down his nose and he smears it across his cheek, both for effect and because as much as he loves the hideous clown role, the viscous corn syrup trickling down his face makes his skin crawl. 

Wait, he thinks, furrowing his eyebrows as best he can beneath the special effects makeup. Did that kid just insinuate Steve Harrington wanted to bring a bat into a haunted house? 

“Yeah Steve, are you scared of spooky clowns now?” Another of his group sneers, this one a bit taller, skinny with darker hair. “Gonna show off and clobber some poor innocent actor like you did that demo–”

Steve hisses loud enough still for Eddie to hear him and grabs the kid by the shoulder. “Say it a little louder, why dontcha, Mike? Jesus Christ.” 

“Well, are you?” A redheaded girl asks as they get closer and closer to the entrance.

“After everything real we’ve seen, you think I’m afraid of what I know is fake?” Eddie can make out the shape of Steve standing with one hand on his hip and his finger pointing around at each of the kisd. “This was you little shits’ idea, remember that.”

Eddie’s grateful he’s toward the beginning of the haunt. He gets to set the tone for the rest of the show, and when someone particularly interesting piques his interest, sometimes he follows them around. Breathes down their neck a little, stands just a little too close without blinking, tilts his head with a ghastly smile when they turn around. 

Before they’ve even entered the house, Eddie’s decided to have a little fun with Steve Harrington. 

The fog machine kicks off, curling up from the floor around their ankles, spiraling like snakes up to the ceiling. Eddie grins and prepares himself for scare number one. 

The jumpscare. 

“Ow, you’re on my foot, asshole!” One of the kid whispers. 

“Then don’t stand so close!” Another responds. 

“We’re literally in a fucking hallway–” 

“Guys, language! And while you’re at it, shut the fuck up and pay attention!” 

When they’re in classes together, Eddie has to choke back the amused grin that plays at his lips when Steve shows off his bite but nothing is real in a haunted house anyways.

He lets himself smile. 

At least, until the sound machine groans to life. He waits for them to look around, to seek control, to figure out what the noise is and how to defend against it. 

“Welcome!” He screams with a cackling laugh, leaping out from his hiding spot and landing in a crouching position. “I hope you like it here, because you’re,” he circles around them with bent legs before leaning closer and shouting, “never leaving!” 

All of the kids scream simultaneously, devolving into nervous laughter. Steve though? Eddie watches Steve seize up and instinctually yank the kids closer to him. 

It’s not what he expects from the King of Hawkins High, dethroned or otherwise. Eddie’s heart clenches as he locks eyes with Steve, flitting back and forth between the rest of the haunt and the door they’d just entered through. His nostrils are flared, his lips tight, his eyebrows knitting together above his nose. 

Eddie’s gonna follow him alright, but not for the reasons he's initially planned. 

“My name is Krusty, and I’m your new friend.”

He circles around Steve like a predator and leans closer, his lips nearly grazing Steve’s ear. “Follow my lead, I’ll get you outta here.” 

Steve turns too quickly and their faces narrowly avoid one another, shoved between the kids itching to keep moving and the wall. Eddie nods and tries to make his smile comforting and reassuring. It must work because Steve’s shoulders drop from his ears and he whispers back. 

“Thanks.” 

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Eddie bangs on the wall each time they enter the new room, cackling and yelling things like Fresh meat! and Look, I found us some new friends! The kids seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, and even Eddie can’t help but laugh when one of his fellow scare actors snorts in the curly-headed kid’s ear loud enough that he damn near jumps into Steve’s arms. 

“Jesus Christ, Dustin!” Steve topples backwards into Eddie, who braces himself against a prop cotton candy machine. “Remember earlier? It’s fake, Steve, c’mon?” 

From around Steve’s shoulder, Eddie sees Dustin shoot Steve an annoyed look with wide, incredulous eyes. 

“Alright, alright, you good?” Steve rectifies, his voice softer.

Dustin nods and straightens himself out with a pat on the head and ruffle from Steve before walking forward to rejoin the group.

“Last scare, Harrington” Eddie takes the opportunity to whisper in Steve’s ear, dropping out of character entirely. 

Who can blame him? How can he be expected to stay in the headspace of a terrifying, bloody clown when Steve Harrington is in his space, protecting little sheep when he’s afraid himself? And wearing some of the tightest jeans he’s ever seen?

He’s just a man. 

Steve whips around with furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose. “How the fuck do you know my name?” 

“Krusty knows everything.” 

He tries to shift back into gear and grins as he licks the fake blood that’s dripped down his nose to his top lip. It must be the fog machine, because there’s no way he just caught Steve’s eyes flickering down to track the movement. 

Nothing’s real in a haunted house. 

“Your children seem to have disappeared without you, let’s go catch them. Before someone else does.” Eddie claps his hands together with faux glee and skips ahead. 

The last room of the haunt is Eddie’s least favorite, truthfully. No actors, no human presence, just disorienting, kaleidescopic strobe lights, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling tangling themselves in whatever they can reach, and disembodied, whirring noises blaring from the speakers. If anything, it just gives him a headache. 

Steve’s charges handle it well enough; like many others, they complain that it was boring and Eddie overhears some of their constructive criticisms. He agrees with their stance, but can’t spend much time focusing on that. 

Not when he looks back to check on Steve only to find him with one hand over his eyes and the other scaling the side of the wall, cobwebs sticking to the sleeve of his jacket and knotting in his hair. 

Before Eddie can think about what he’s doing, his feet make the decision for him and he approaches Steve, places a hand on his lower back. Steve startles against the touch but doesn’t move his hand. 

“Just keep your eyes closed and I’ll get us out, okay? We all fuckin’ hate this room, trust me.” 

Steve nods and takes a shaky breath, letting Eddie guide him through the room as quickly and discreetly as possible. “It’s just the goddamn lights, man. I get migraines and these are the worst. Those kids give me enough headaches without the extra help.” 

Eddie gives a soft chuckle and shakes his head, looks Steve up and down briefly before they reach the end. Selfishly, Eddie wants to take his time and soak up the false reality of the haunted house and the safety it offers because really, in what other world will he ever be this close to Steve Harrington again? But he can tell the guy he’s suffering and Eddie has his fantasies to fall back on later. 

They’ve gotten him this far. 

“Why’d you bring ‘em then?” He asks, curious. 

Steve shrugs and sighs. “They’re good kids and wanted to come, and I’m the babysitter so, of course, it’s me. Gotta make sure they’re safe.” 

He says the last bit with a heaviness that Eddie doesn’t quite understand but they take their last few steps out into the night. The illusion of the haunted house crumbles, Eddie removes his hand as though he’s been branded, and Steve’s eyes flutter open. 

“Well, you did great. Your monsters are over there.” Eddie gestures with his chin towards the open field where six kids sit in a circle, laughing a bit too loudly. 

“Better go wrangle them up.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and comes away with a cobweb. 

“Oh yeah, you’ve got a little–” Eddie starts, reaching up impulsively to pick what he can out of Steve’s hair. 

He’s touching The Hair’s hair, and he doesn’t catch the rumored Harrington right hook for it. Instead, Steves stands silent as Eddie works, staring and blinking a few times. 

“There ya go, de-cobwebed. Free of charge,” Eddie smirks with pursed lips. “Unless you wanna tip, there’s a jar up front.” 

“Thanks,” Steve starts, running both hands through his hair and shaking as though to make sure. Or to torment Eddie. Maybe both. “For this and for uh, that.” He jerks his thumb behind them towards the house. 

“Any time, man. Any time. Spread the word, will ya? We could use the business.” 

Steve smiles at him as he turns to walk away, and Eddie wishes it was really him on the receiving end. But it’s not, because Steve doesn’t recognize him behind all the makeup. He’s just Krusty: bleeding heart, overly kind menacing clown. 

It's true, the motto. Nothing's real in a haunted house.

“Oh and, hey,” Steve calls out when he’s just a few steps away. 

“Yeah?” Eddie responds as Steve turns to look over his shoulder.

“See you in Click’s class on Monday, Munson.” 

[sunnydayroleplay]

Could you do Joseph and Jack with a mc who has a alt/grunge style? I'm talking piercings, double platform boots, ripped clothes, cool makeup, stuff like that. Only if you have the time or feel comfortable. Hope you have a good day/night

Sweet and simple, gotta love those.

I also saw your DM saying to add Shaun and Jean, so don't worry dearie, they're in there too~!

And with that, let’s write.

Contents Inside: Soft Flirting, Ear nipping, Neck kisses, Love Marking, Use of Sunshine, Baby, etc.., Sight jealousy…

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t really know the term “alternative fashion”, but he definitely dresses the part.

Those slick, hand stiched rose boots of his..

The chains and rounded studs all over his pants.

The beautifully well taken care of his.

His tattoos, his occasional necklace..

He’s not over the top, but he’s a big deal.

While he isn’t used to extreme fashion, such as full on gothic, or full kawaii-core, he’s open minded.

You’re having fun, and it aint bothering him, so why should he care?

Would he try out some of the styles himself?

Probably not, but if his sweetheart was into that sort of thing, he’d support 100%.

Not like he has any room to judge anyhow.

It was late in the afternoon when Joseph came home from work.

Stains of his red clown makeup still visible on his cheek and nose, his eyes droopy.

What he wants most right now is a well deserved cigarette and some lovin’ from his baby.

Slugging his bag over his distressed shoulders, he sloppily opened his bedroom door.

He quickly got himself all changed before he went out with you for the night.

You officially got to know him while you were on break and he was as well.

Slowly but surely you got to know him better, and you’re going on your first date with the guy.

Due to your work’s dresscode, you couldn’t wear platforms and your extreme sense of style at work, so no one had really known.

Boy, was he in for a shock.

After about a half hour, you received a knock on your door.

Excited, you answered it, and stood in the doorway was that same brown hair, muscle man.

You were decked out in your attire.

Piercings ranging from your septum, industrial, lip

Your platforms that damn well made you now only a few inches shorter than him.

Joseph was quite shocked.

He was surprised and slightly intimidated in a good way.

He pulled you closer by your waist.

Your noses touching as he looked at youu tenderly.

“Why aren’t you just peachy~ You’re beautiful.”

“Awh, don’t say thattt~”

“It’s true, you’re stunning!”

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. extending out his arm for grabs.

“Shall we?”

You grab his arm all blushy.

He pressed his mouth closely to your ear, whispering softly inside.

“You’re gonna flush a guy to deathh~”

He gently kisses the tips of your ear after he finishes talking to you.

The way his lips felt was heavenly.

It was warm and filled you with such joy.

You wanna see what more can do after the date~

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Jack

Jack was your bestest friend!

He loved you no matter what you were into.

As long as it wasn’t illegal and it wasn’t hurting you in any way, shape, or form, he was all for it!!

Jack loves being your biggest supporter for anything.

And your fashion choices were not an exception.

The first time he’d ever seen you with your crazed and teased hair, your chunky platforms, he wasn’t used to it that’s for sure.

Despite his shock, he loved it.

“Sunshine! You look so cool!”

“How do you get your hair to do that?”

“How tall do those boots make you?!”

“Do they not hurt?”

Jack asked question after question because he was genuinely interested in his sunspots interests.

He acted like a dog scratching and jumping at the front door when you promised to take them out for a walk.

It was sweet how he wanted to know everything.

The hows, whats, and whys.

You gave him a big hug, and he just squeezed you.

He picked you up off your feet from his big bear hug and he showered your face with kisses, not caring if he got some of your makeup onto him.

You had a nice laugh whenever he kissed your cheeks, lips and neck.

He just loves to love you!

Picking up that yellow gloved hand, he pushed some hair out of the way that he messed up hugging and kissing you, and he tried his best to fix it.

He's extremely supportive.

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Jean

Personally, Jean doesn't care nor pays any sort of attention to what anyone wears.

..Depending.

If Jean doesn't like an outfit someone's wearing, he'll just quietly side eye and sneer in private.

If he saw his lover in an outfit he's not too particularly fond over..

Such as crazed and messed up hair..

Shoes that make you twice his own size, which only worsened his insecurities..

Your rather.. interesting sense of style if you want to put it simply.

He's not too fond of it, and he'll tell you.

"Wh- What is that?! Change, now."

Most likely, it's because it's too flashy, and he wants to be the only person looking at you, not random pedestrians staring as you walk side to side.

It's a jealously thing.

Or if the outfit is particularly revealing? Oh hon, don't even mention the possibility of wearing it in public.

You and your beautiful body are his.

You're his, and he's yours.

You are not to be shared with anyone else who isn't worthy to be kissing and loving up on your body.

Only he is.

"Where do you think you're going wearing that?"

If you don't change your outfit, he'd pin you against a wall.

Oh, he'd shower your neck and stomach all with beautiful kisses and hickeys.

In general, any bare skin with his own love-marking. So that everyone that were to walk by the two of you, know you're his.

"Baby..you're mine. I don't want all these scrubs of "men" staring at what my treasure is~ I don't need anyone stealing it~"

He doesn't mean to hate on your outfit choices, he secretly enjoys them.

He just wants everyone to get a little hint.

And don't you forget it.

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Shaun

I mean, look at him.

Really?

How do you think he's gonna react.

How do you think he's REALLY gonna react?

He's into alternative styling of course.

Maybe not the same sub-type or category, but he loves it.

When you first went all out for him to go out somewhere special, he was so happy.

"Oh my god. You look amazing! Wow!"

"When did you get into [Insert category of fashion] styles?"

"You look absolutely stunning."

Shaun was somehow even more head over heels for you.

He asked questions, you asked questions back.

It became this new topic that you could both share opinions on.

Shaun asked you to dress him up in your style.

You asked him to dress you up in his style.

You learned more about the history of your guys' fashion styles.

Shaun would bring you out shopping for matching jewelry, piercings, tattoos.. matching everything.

Even if you weren't into stuff like that, he loved you so much.

The two of you explored more common middle grounds off fashion.

He loved finding this new part of you.

The only thing he's really upset about is that he didn't find out sooner!

Christmas and birthday shopping would've been a hell of a lot easier.

[luvnami]

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - a little thing i wrote for da bestie who loves issei a while ago. not proof read

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 626

“babe,” issei begins. “you look like you’re a succulent.”

you hold a spray bottle in your hand, misting your face with your eyes screwed up. your skin glistens with tiny droplets of water all over it.

“it’s so that my moisturiser-”

“you put the ‘succ’ in succulent. get it?”

issei stands in the bathroom doorway, all six foot and two inches of him leaning against the hardwood doors you had painted together. 

(it was a few days spent balancing on top of a ladder, arms aching as you wielded your paintbrush like a weapon. issei had left a dollop of paint on the tip of your nose and you looked funny for a week after. he called you his little IT clown, much to your displeasure.)

you sideye your boyfriend as he cackles away, spreading an ample amount of cream on your cheeks.

“you crack jokes that a 12 year old would make.”

“you think i’m funny though, don’t you?” 

you can see issei’s pout through the mirror. he meets your eyes, jutting out his lower lip and tugging on the sleeve of your pajama shirt.

“not really.”

“babe!” 

issei lets out an anguished noise akin to an animal dying. not that you’ve actually heard any animal die before, but you think that issei would sound like one of them.

he takes a step into the bathroom, bare feet meeting the cold tiles. you busy yourself spreading the cream around your face with the tips of your fingers as issei wraps his arms around your shoulders, balancing his chin atop your head. warmth envelopes you like a blanket. it’s late, and you’re eager to go to bed after a long day of work. 

“you’re like a big baby, ‘sei,” you observe.

issei’s hands travel down your body, resting on the curve of your waist. he presses kisses down the expanse of your exposed neck.

“‘sei,” you warn.

he nips at your skin. having enough of his antics, you whip the cat ear headband off of you and smack him with it. issei retreats as he raises his hands up to block your attacks.

“babe! babe! you’re killing me!” he groans.

you burst out into laughter, giggles ringing through the small bathroom as issei pretends to fall to the ground. he slides down the wall of the shower limply, head lolling against his shoulder.

“oh, ‘sei!” 

you scramble to kneel before him, holding his face in both your hands. he opens one eye to look at you before closing it promptly. you snort. 

“the dying prince needs a kiss from a beauty to live,” issei whispers. he opens his eye again, then shuts it once more. “quickly!” 

you’re a mess as you laugh, shoulders shaking. you lean your head against his bare chest as you try to get yourself together. issei pretends to be dead the entire time and your combined weight sends him sliding onto the shower floor. you cradle his head.

his messy curls tickle your skin as you lean down, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. issei stiffens. you purse your lips and place a quick peck on his forehead, then his nose and cheeks. he squirms beneath you. finally, you kiss his lips. your eyes flutter shut and you taste the mint of his toothpaste.

issei’s hands grab your hips. you gasp, face heating up as he opens his eyes and finds your face mere milimetres from his.

it’s silent. you hear nothing else but the quiet rush of the bathroom ventilator and the blood thumping through your ears. issei’s hand creeps into your hair as he presses your face back down to his, lips meeting lips once more. you press a hand against his chest. 

your hearts beat in sync.

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀs

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Heyyya I saw that you were taking requests! I love your writing and could I maybe get a fic where the reader is slightly new to the avengers and they’re at one of Tony’s parties and someone tells the entire team how she’s always felt that no one could lover her and somehow Bucky reveals his feelings for her and it maybe ends in smut or fluff? Thank you 💗

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+, Bucky gets upset and it’s kinda hot ;), insecure!reader, fluff

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Thank you for the request darling! I tweaked it a bit but i think i did alright… Anyhoo enjoy!!

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“Quite the party, Tones. Really one up yourself tonight didn’t you?” Nat said after everyone cleaned up. It was around one in the morning, Everyone that Tony invited to yet another extravagant party had finally left.  Leaving you and the rest of the team for a small little after party,  as per usual  according to Nat.

You joined the Avengers not long ago and you had yet to be invited to one of Tony's parties.  This was the first of many to come and boy, did those fantasies get fulfilled.  Guests dressed to the nines occupied every corner of the room, it was almost too crowded for your taste. 

But now here you were settled on the couch with the rest of your teammates laughing and giggling about stupid things that happened during the party. 

“Hey, you had fun,” Tony pointed sternly at Nat, who simply shrugged with a devilish smirk. 

“So what now? Because I don’t know about you guys but I am not tired at all,” Clint groaned.

“Truth or dare?” Nat said.

“What?” 

“Truth. Or. Dare,” she repeated.

“Dare,” he challenged.

“Lift Thor’s hammer,” she mocked, considering the last they all tried it no one succeed and a robot crashed their party.

“Alright,” he grunted, standing up.

“Tony, got any robots that wanna kill you this time?” He laughed.

“I don’t think so,” Tony looked around, making everyone laugh.

“What happened last time?” you whispered to Bucky. 

“I have no idea, I was in hiding after I almost killed my best friend,” he whispered back.

“I’m so sorry,” you had a shocked look on your face.

“It’s ok, doll. We’re all fine and dandy now,” he winked, making you feel flustered. 

Bucky had the one you felt most friendly with. Nat too but you usually spent most of your time with him. He was just so nice to you and not to mention how incredibly charming and handsome he is.

“Had enough?” Nat said.

“Bitch,” Clint grumbled before sitting down after having failed yet again to lift Thor’s hammer.

“Who’s next!”

You guys went back and forth giving dares to everyone, from making Steve and Bucky have a beer chugging contest, to asking Vision if he had a dick, you know being a robot at all, to you taking three shots of tequila with no chase, ultimately failing and almost dying.

“Ok, we’re doing too many dares; I’m running out of ideas,” Nat laughed.

“Y/n, truth or dare.”

“Truth, I guess,” you said.

“What’s… your biggest fear?” a collection of ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ah’s’ echoed.

“Oh, well uh… clowns,” you chuckled, not really wanting to reveal you real fear; you felt it was kinda stupid.

“Clowns? Bitch, please. What is it for real?” Nat scooted to you.

“Um… well, uh-”

You took a deep breath.

“Being unlovable,” you whispered.

“What? We love you, Y/n. You’re family now; we all love you,” Steve spoke up.

“Yeah we love you,” everyone chimed in. 

“I know it’s stupid,” you said, shaking it off.

“It’s not stupid if it’s your biggest fear,” Nat said rubbing your back.

“I guess what I mean is… You know that love where you just think about that person and your palms get sweaty, you start feeling hot, your stomach kind of erupts into butterflies. And it's just because you thought about them. You see their smile and you want to smile too. You see them laugh and it's music to your ears; and all you can think about for the rest of the day is how you can make that person laugh again. And when you touch them, your fingertips start to tingle. Your body turns cold and then they leave and then your body turns really hot and you get super sweaty. That kind of love is so intimate between you and that person. I've never had that and I'm terrified that I never will.”

Everyone looked at you with their full attention. They never really thought about it because they’ve all loved someone. Steve felt that way about Peggy, Tony with Pepper, Nat and Bruce felt that way with each other, Thor had Jane, Clint was married and had a family, Wanda and Vision. It was just you Sam and Bucky and it was obvious you three had never been in love like that.

“How can you say that?” Bucky broke the silence.

“What?”

“How can you be afraid you’ll never be loved? Y/n, any man, woman, anybody would be the luckiest person alive to call you there’s. You are so special and unlike anybody I’ve ever met. I see you smile and it’s like a work of art. Your laugh is the most precious thing I’ve ever heard. Everytime you touch me I can’t help but wish…,” he paused, remembering there were other people around.

“You’re perfect and anyone who can’t see that is goddamn fucking idiot,” he huffed. Bucky didn’t give anyone time to process what he said before he left the room to his own.

“I think I’m done… for the night,” you whispered walking out. 

“Yeah good night guys,” Nat followed you out. 

Everyone scattered and went to their rooms, tension still in the air. You went to your room and thought about Bucky’s words. It felt like there was something between you two but it was exactly clarified. You changed into sleepwear and decided to talk to Bucky real quick before bed.

“Buck?” you softly knocked on his door.

“Hey,” he said, awkwardly opening the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course,” he opened the door wider and closed the door behind you.

“I thought about what you said, tonight.”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to upset you or make you uncomfortable,” he scratched his neck.

“I’m not upset.”

There was a moment of silence between you.

“Y/n,” he spoke up.

“Yeah?” 

“I like you,” he said bluntly.

“So when I heard you say you didn’t know if you were unlovable I got kinda upset because well,” he trailed off.

 “Really?” you asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I get it if you don’t-”

“No! I do, I do. I like you,” you laughed. Bucky breathed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He walked closer to you until he stood toe to toe with you. Your stomach fluttered like you wished it would for so long before . You felt hot and resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he cupped your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” you responded.

You melted ainst Bucky when his lips touched yours. You felt unsteady and reached forward to holding his waist, smaller than you originally thought. He walked slowly forward until your knees buckled and you sat on the bed. 

You fell back and pulled on top of you making Bucky’s hips settle between your legs. His rough hands felt gentle moving slowly up your body under your shirt. His hands brushed the curve of your breasts making you gasped lightly. 

Bucky lips traced your jaw line and you moved your head back giving him room to nip at your neck. Your hands instinctively went to hair and you moaned softly at Bucky's lips on your neck. 

You slightly pushed him off of your body and lifted his shirt. Bucky lifted his arms not without a chuckled and discarded to the floor. You moaned at the sight of his muscular torso, your nails lightly scratching him make his abs tighten under your fingertips.

You practically tore your own shirt off before throwing yourself to him kissing him hard. He laughed wrapping his arms around your bare torso bracing himself from falling on the floor with his feet.

“You’re so handsome, Bucky,” you giggled.

“And you’re so gorgeous,” he responded.

You both rid of your bottoms and you laid back for Bucky to hover over you. His eyes were lustful, nearly black, as he stared hungrily into your own. Your skin raised, chills running down your spine. Bucky kissed you as he lined himself with your entrance. 

Up until this moment you hadn’t realized how wet you were, arousal practically oozing from you onto your thighs. You peeked in between your bodies and was taken back by his impressive size.

“Is it gonna fit?” you looked up at him.

“Of course. But if not, well there are plenty of ways to give my girl pleasure.”

“Your girl?” you smirked.

“Hell yeah, doll. I didn’t almost reveal that I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your delicious body for nothing.”

“You’re too funny,” you kissed his nose.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his face softening.

“Yeah.”

He pushed himself in sliding easily from your slick. You closed your eyes and moaned as did Bucky, throwing his head back slightly from pleasure.

“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” he groaned.

You just moaned feeling incredibly full. You squeezed his shoulders allowing him permission to move and he resisted thrusting animalistically because you felt so velvety. You felt so warm and perfect; like you made for him and him for you.

“Fuck, Bucky. Harder please. Fuck me hard.”

“You sure honey?” he questioned not wanting to hurt you.

“Yes, please!”

He grabbed your hands and brought them over your head thrusting into like a maniac. Your back arched causing Bucky to hit an entirely new angle making you moan louder. 

“God you sound so fucking pretty. Those precious little sounds from me fucking you stupid,” he whispered lowly in your ear. 

“Fuuck!” you drew out. Your legs wrapped around Bucky pulling him closer chasing your orgasm. 

“Look at that, baby. Look how your pussy’s taking me,” Bucky grunted. 

You looked down to see the lewd image of Bucky going  and out of you repeatedly. It was so eroctic however, and you moaned before finally feeling the tightened coil in the pit of your stomach burst. 

Your back arched once again and your arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck after he let go reaching his own high too. You both moaned before settling in silence; your body trembled under him and Bucky breathed heavily into your shoulder.

“Fuck, that was unbelievable, doll,” Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, man. You’ve got a good dick,” you smirked.

“If you let me, I want to take you out. On a real date,” Bucky said.

“I’d love that,” you smiled. 

You two fell asleep that night and woke up in each other's arms. Bucky took out to breakfast, then lunch, and then dinner. You guys didn’t like the food at the restaurant too much so you used Tony’s card that you snuck out and went to McDonald’s dressed highly inappropriately, better dressed for Tony’s party than this. 

Nonetheless, it was perfect and that fear you had long disappeared for everyday bucky made sure you knew he loved you. And of course you did the same.

[echo-of-sounds]

halloween pt.3

Small Halloween drabbles with Aizawa, Toshi, Hizashi, and Fatgum.

Hizashi’s is for a mature audience. I realized how horrible it would be to go shopping with him. He’s definitely the type to get distracted by everything that you have to keep pulling along to get your shopping done.

Aizawa Shouta - Halloween Fair

“Let’s go down there.” You pointed to the branching street.

Aizawa took a long swig of his beer before chiding, “We’re not going to waste money on any games.”

“Sho, come on. You said you wanted to come with me but you don’t want to try anything.”

“They’re rigged and the prizes aren’t even good.”

You grabbed his hand, stopping him in the middle of the flowing crowd. “If we’re not going to do anything, let’s just go home. We’ve already walked everywhere and petted all the animals, anyway.”

He stared at you. Eyebrows weighed low. Dark eyes reflected twinkling lights. Only he could manage an incredibly grumpy expression surrounded by cute mermaid and fairy costumes and glittering jack-o’-lanterns. 

Heaving a long sigh, he glared at the stuffed animals in the distance. “Two games.”

“Each?”

“In total.”

You smiled wide and led him down the street. A wall of balloons caught your attention. Orange and black balloons laid out a pumpkin design with purple ones enclosing it. A fair amount had been popped. “I’ll play this.”

“It’s the easiest game here.”

“Which is why I’m choosing it,” you whispered so the worker didn’t hear. She handed you three darts. You quickly and rather easily popped three balloons.

“You can choose from those items,” the worker said, motioning to the right side.

The giant bat stuffed animal was the only real choice. Its wings fit around your shoulders and Velcroed together in the front. You wore it like a shawl.

Shouta just glowered at it. You squeezed his hand, smiling and requesting, “Can you try to have some fun? If not for you, for me?”

“I don’t see how any of these games can be fun. Most depend on dumb luck and the very few that require skill don’t offer good prizes. It’s how they take your money.”

“Try this one. There’s skill in it.” You walked to the apple bobbing game. “Looks like a new group is about to go. Join them.”

He kept his groan to himself. A buff man was talking with, or more like to his girlfriend, about using his skillful mouth to win. His gaudy machismo grated almost everyone around him.

“Dumb place to brag about that,” you muttered, noting the kids running by.

Shouta finished his beer, then agreed with a smirk, “Cherry stems are better at proving that anyway.” He tied his hair back and handed over his cellphone and wallet. “Hold these.”

He lined up at the basins right beside the big guy. The worker explained they couldn’t use their hands and the first to catch one in their mouth, won. The contestants crossed their arms behind their backs. A whistle blew and everyone’s head dipped into the water, splashing and soaking themselves.

But Sho waited, calmly watching the apples float and spin. He bowed for one. His nose and chin barely ducked under the surface to swiftly pop back up, holding an apple by the stem. The worker blew his whistle, congratulating him as the winner. A bag filled with colorful objects was thrust into his arms.

Lifting the bottom of his shirt, flashing his abs, Sho dried his face and returned to you. He handed over the prize: a bunch of 3D puzzle cubes and toy puzzle games.

Despite knowing he didn’t like PDA, you gave him a peck on the cheek. And you couldn’t help but smile overhearing the buff man accusing him of cheating. You’d rather deal with a grumbling and grumpy Shouta than someone who’s way too into it like that guy.

Yagi Toshinori - Haunted Hedge Maze

A blast of air rocketed out. You spun, hiding against Toshi. Despite his laugh, you felt his hand shaking on your back and his heartbeat quickening. “It was only an air cannon, sweetheart.”

You glimpsed out from the safety of his chest. No monster or man stood on the path. You muttered to yourself, “Okay, alright, I’m good.”

“Let’s go. The faster we walk, the faster we get out of this.”

“Yeah.” You stayed flush behind him, holding his hand, letting him lead. Beams shot into the night sky from all over, giving a little light. The dirt walkway was barely visible under the smog.

“Left or right?”

A yelp came somewhere from the right. His shoulders stiffened for a millisecond. You answered, “Definitely left.”

“Definitely.”

Something popped out from the hedge, growling and crackling and dripping liquid. You tucked into his shoulder blade as you walked past the monster. It glared then lurched forward. You pushed on Toshi’s back, “Go, go, go!”

The corner opened to a spacious area- definitely not the end. Little girls danced around in circles, all singing different nursery rhymes. Their white dresses splattered red with blood. When you took a step, they stopped, turned, and started.

“Just walk away,” you whispered.

He nodded, slowly shuffling to a new path. Right as he was about to step over the threshold, a ghost vaulted down from the hedge’s arch. The girls shrieked. You turned, seeing them rushing at you.

Toshi gripped your arm and pulled you to another pathway. A few other demons and doctors jumped out, scaring you each time. Your heart began to beat a little too fast, fearing you were lost.

But Toshi didn’t stop. He kept his hold and hurried forward, eventually rounding a corner that revealed the end. Relief smacked your chest. You could breathe and took the finish line’s safety to kiss him deeply. 

Fingers dug into your forearm, shaking more than before. He asked when you broke the kiss, “Are you alright?”

“Are you?” you said, half breathless, half laughing.

“I’m okay.” He looked at the Haunted Mansion’s front doors. “Do you want to go in there next?”

You scarcely made it through the hedge maze, but if he truly wanted to go through the next part of the haunt, you would. You croaked, “Yeah.”

Blue eyes snapped to you. “Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

A group of teens walked out giggling. They complained about the ‘lack of horror’ and mentioned heading to a nearby restaurant.

Toshi cleared his throat, “I could go for some food.”

“Me too. Let’s go.” You scurried back to the car, more than ready to leave.

Yamada Hizashi - Costume Shopping

Nothing caught your eye in any of the rows and racks. Hizashi’s laughter came from another aisle. He popped out, holding a racy maid costume, chuckling, “You’d look so sexy in this. Try it on!”

“No.” You grabbed it and hung it back on the rack. “If I’m going as sexy anything, I’m going as sexy Present Mic.”

Arms embraced your waist. Lips kissed and nipped your neck. You sighed his name, trying not to get distracted like he’s been the entire damn day. “I’d rather not get it on in a witch shop.”

“It’s a metaphysical shop,” he corrected. 

“Whatever. We’re just here for costumes. Have you found anything good?”

“No.”

“Well, we’re screwed then. We’ve checked everywhere else.”

“It’ll be fine.”

He continued his kissing while you searched the hanging outfits, hoping just one was good enough to wear, but it was all sexy nun, sexy clown, and sexy Pikachu. It wasn’t too much to ask for a decent costume. Or at least something that’s actually sexy, not a children's video game character.

Hands rubbed down your hips, clearly in want. You sighed, “Go try to find something.”

“Alright,” he sulked away. But he scurried back thirty seconds later, smiling as wide as he could, holding a green cylinder with spirals. “What about this?”

“What the hell is it?”

He read the sticker, “A six-inch, Reiki infused, jade dildo that increases love-”

“Hizashi.”

“- and nurturing, and stimulates and aids in emotional-”

“Hizashi.”

“- release. It also boosts fertility and balances bodily fluids.” His eyebrows bobbed up and down as he smirked at you.

“Hizashi, did you find a costume?”

“Oh no, I got distracted in the sex toy section.”

“You were gone for a few seconds. Costume shopping shouldn’t be this hard,” you grumbled, walking the rest of the aisle.

He followed, hugging you again, kissing your shoulder. “Don’t stress about it, baby. We’ll find something.”

“The party’s tonight and unless you’re going as a sex enthusiast, we don’t have anything to wear.”

His head snapped up. And you realized you shouldn’t have given him the idea because he ran back to the sexy maid dress. “I’m totally going as a sex enthusiast.”

You laughed, “You think you can fit your shoulders in that dress?”

“I’ll make it work. I’ll educate people on sex safety and give out free orgasms.”

“You’ll give me free orgasms. No one else gets you.” You kissed him.

“Oh, here!” He picked up something from the floor. It was a gray headband with mouse ears. “You can wear your gray dress and those fishnet stockings with the lace,” he hummed, pulling your waist against him. “And that cute, little pink bow you wear for me whenever I ask because you’re such a good-”

“Are you guys gonna, like, buy somethin’ or just keep makin’ out?” The worker blew a giant bubble with her gum.

“Sorry.” You took the items from Hizashi. “We’ll take these.”

Taishiro Toyomitsu - Making Candies and Cookies

Tai meticulously spaced out the globs into four rows, measuring their size and roundness till they were perfect. When it was filled, he took out another baking sheet.

“What do you need that for?”

“Oh, there’s more.” He tilted the bowl down. A huge amount of cookie dough still remained. “I quadrupled the recipe. Gonna make seventy-two!”

“Tai, we don’t need seventy-two cookies.”

“I do.”

“We already have two pies, fudge, brittle, and a truckload of whoopie pies. I think we have enough,” you laughed.

“Nah. I found a good recipe for peanut butter bark. Looks good.” He pulled a recipe from the top of the microwave, handing it to you as he finished pouring the cookie dough. “Get the stuff out, babe. We’re making that next.”

Pans and crumbs scattered over the counter. Foil and containers were running low. Silverware lumped in the sink. All the snacks and desserts were arranged on the table. As much as you enjoyed sweets, you weren’t confident in yourself to finish all of them.

“We’re going to be sick come Monday.”

“We’ll deal with it then.” He kissed your forehead on his way to the sink. 

You gathered the ingredients. The chocolate chips melted quickly. As you poured it, Tai kept trying to smudge some on your arms or nab the candies before you could use them. You fended him off each time and sprinkled peanut butter cups, toffee, and candy over the melted chocolate.

The white chocolate was next. Right when you were about to drizzle it, a finger sunk into it, gathered a globule, and moved to smear it on your cheek. You grabbed his arm, laughing, “Tai, don’t.”

“You just need a little right there.”

He poked your nose. Between your giggling and his strength, you struggled to hold his arm away. 

“Trust me, baby. I know what’s best for you. It’ll look pretty.”

“No-” Fingers tickled your side. You tried dodging it, but he followed, ultimately plastering your face with the chocolate. His mouth landed next, smooching and licking it up through your laughing.

You scooped some onto two fingers and smeared it over his forehead. It clung to his hair which rubbed off on yours as he continued tickling your sides. He wasn’t going to release you until you were nearly peeing your pants.

[narrators-journal]

Black swan

Oof, I don’t know why, but despite all of my attempts, this part is particularly rough on the writing front. Man, I’ve really, really improved lol.

cw: toys, handcuffs, overstimulation, shoddy writing

Warning: here

Previous part: here

First part: here

The days after your deal with Gogol passed in suspicious comfort. You were happy to get a room instead of your cage, even if you had to share a bed with your captor, which was a bit awkward, but you still didn't trust that you were safe. He locked you in a cage in a basement, chased you down in a sick game of tag, and suddenly he wanted normalcy?  You didn't trust it.

So, you kept yourself on alert, just waiting for some sort of second shoe to drop. Is this some sort of psychological torture? He wants to watch me drive myself insane with fear and anxiety? You pondered as you cut vegetables for dinner one night. Maybe he's being serious. He might just want to have a normal sort of set up between us...or maybe he's planning something a lot worse than just watching me squirm. Your thoughts were interrupted when Gogol, as if summoned by your contemplation, wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on yours,         "You're so cute when you're being a good little Zhena." He purred, watching you cook for a while before he rubbing his hands up and down your sides, slipping them beneath your shirt and making you shudder slightly. Before you knew it, he'd spun you around and smashed his lips into yours, swallowing your squeak in his eagerness to grind his bulge into your thigh. He didn't seem to care if you could properly kiss back, his own kisses were swiftly turning sloppy in his over-excitement.         "H-hey, wait. Why are you so e-eager all of a sudden?!" you asked breathlessly when you finally managed to dislodge his mouth from yours, even though he just moved to your throat.         "Silly Golubka, you should learn when I'm horny," he chuckled into your neck, "I've been acting calm all day, but in reality I've been so riled up at the thought of playing with you~" With that, he caught your mouth in another hungry kiss.        "Well...c-can't it wait until after dinner?" you asked, your voice going up an octave when his gloved hands cupped your ass and kneaded the flesh, giving you your answer without a word. Your cheeks heated up so quickly as the clown coaxed out small moans and whimpers from you with small nips to your sweet spot and the grinding of his erection against you, but just as you were beginning to slip under your own waves of arousal, he pulled away, still keeping a firm hold on your ass, but leaving your hickey covered throat alone to grin at you,        "How about we experiment tonight, Golubka?~" he suggested, his tone implying that he probably didn't plan to try anything he hadn't already tried.        "What if I say no?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from being too breathy and lustful as the clown pouted,        "Well that's no fun, it's nothing you haven't at least dabbled in, I’m sure. I'm not about to let you fuck a dog or something extreme like that." he assured, "I just want to do something a bit more fun than missionary or plain vanilla sex." That made you huff, what he saw as 'vanilla' might not be what you saw as 'vanilla', but he didn't seem to realize that.          "Can I have a way to tell you to stop?" you asked, watching the clown's mismatched gold-and-silver eyes for any lies as he grinned as if he were an angel. Well, demons were technically angels. you reminded yourself, snapping under his nose to bring him back from whatever horny thoughts were making him seem so spacey. "did you hear me?"         "Yes I did! And yes, you can have a safe word," he assured, grinning as he watched you think his request over, your face occasionally darkening in a blush before you finally squeak out some agreement. With that, you were scooped up, thrown over his shoulder despite your arguments that there was still food on the stove and carried off to whatever he had planned. The room he took you to was on the first floor of the home, and locked. That was never good. However, somehow you were still not expecting what you found within. The room was on the smaller end, with a chair or two, a bed, a chest, and some landscape paintings decorating the walls. Without any other context you'd assume this was just some random guest room, but you did know the context, so you didn't exactly trust the unassuming set up. Gogol though, seemed more than pleased to bring you to the room. He tossed you onto the bed, giggling when you bounced on the mattress. In a flash he was on top of you, kissing you again, his hand snaking its way back under your shirt to grope your breasts until you made another slew of lewd noises. Pretty soon you were squirming and hissing from the combination of painful bites and rough groping with softer, arousing kisses and ghostly brushes of fingers on especially sensitive spots. Sadly for you, before you could hold onto him, the clown grabbed your wrists and in one fluid movement cuffed them to the bed.         "What the fuck?" You breathed, angling  your head to look up at the silver cuffs clinking softly when you gave a testing tug,         "We're going to have a nice, fun day of play, Golubka~" the tall, silver haired russian purred, a coy grin on his handsome face. And there it was, the reason for your stomach was twisting in knots like anxious snakes. You didn't need to know him personally to pick up on the sadism he oozed. Noticing your nerves, the clown ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair soothingly and told you a simple little safe word before heading over to the trunk at the foot of the bed and digging around in it to get some things.   When he returned, he had a blindfold and some other stuff you couldn't quite see from your spot cuffed to the headboard stashed on the floor that he was undoubtedly keeping a surprise for you, and that surprise didn't get any easier to ruin when he covered your eyes, leaving you to only be able to listen to his foot steps, him picking something up, and than feel the wriggling your bottoms down so your already pretty slick entrance was exposed to him. He hummed, rubbing your clit for a short moment to add hormones to the fire, stopping when the lustful heat reached a point that made you squirm and mewl. Than, while you were panting and slightly calming down, you heard a dull buzz, a rather familiar one, and your thoughts were suspicions were confirmed when you felt the vibrating toy being pushed into you. The feeling made you groan, louder when the clown made sure he hit your sweet spot with the filling, stimulating toy. With that, your thoughts of anxiety over him getting too sadistic were washed away in a sea of unyielding lust that was quickly growing. For an excruciating long time, you couldn't get that burning lust sated. Gogol refused to let you orgasm, relishing your moans and whines and small pleas and curses you let out while he fucked you with the vibrator. It was so frustrating, but you didn't want to give him any sort of reason to 'punish' you, you'd had a few dom's like that, using any possible excuse to hike up the cruelty, So, you kept your mouth shut and didn't try to order him around or anything. Instead, you powered through the pleasurable torment. Finally, after hours of orgasm denial, Gogol took the toy out at last. Thankfully, he wasn't so cruel as to leave you simmering in your own excitement, because soon you felt his mouth back on yours, than on your neck, stoking that heat in your stomach again before pushing into you. Whatever thoughts were still lingering were shattered at the feeling of him actually making contact with you, getting that satisfying feeling of feeling him twitch inside like he was that you craved for however long you'd been pulling on your restraints. So, when you, inevitably, got louder, Gogol muffled you with a heated kiss, nibbling at your lip or holding your chin so you couldn't yank away until he let you. Meanwhile, he slowly began to move, ignoring your impatient whines. Even if he was giving you something you wanted, of course he wouldn't give in to the rest of your demands. However, when you finally did manage to pull away from his kisses and breath, that air was pulled away yet again when the clown sped up, beginning to sprinkle in moments of getting rougher or faster, than slowing down to torture you further, until you were finally allowed to orgasm for the first time since the beginning of his sadistic game. However, he didn't stop at your orgasm, only picking up his pace and getting a lot harsher until you were whimpered and tearing up behind the blindfold as pain began sinking in amidst the abundant pleasure, slowly growing until it was starting to override the last bits of your orgasm high. But, Gogol didn't slow down or stop until he orgasmed at long last and was finally sated for the time being. And, to be honest? You hate to say you weren't enough of a masochist for that. So, when you were finally uncuffed and unblindfolded, you were more than a little sensitive and ache-y, but  you blinked and smiled slightly at him, still a bit doped up on euphoria. He just returned the smile and got dressed, letting your eyes readjust to the light before he scooped you up and carried your shaking, over-spent body back to the room he usually shared with you, making sure to shower you with affection and praise as he went to make up for the ordeal he'd put you through with little forewarning.

[moldisgoodforyou]

baby maybank

a/n: this is a lil one shot i wrote and wasn’t sure if I was going to publish but @cognacdelights asked for it so 😌

wordcount: 1k

warnings: pregnancy, cursing

“jesus, your boobs are huge.”

that was the first thing out of jj’s mouth when he came home from work. he eyed over his t-shirt that charlie wore, suspiciously tight across her chest, and raised his eyebrows in appreciation.

what he didn’t know was that charlie had been crying on and off for the past three hours over the dumbest things - her toast was slightly too burnt, she couldn’t find her favorite butter knife, she missed a spam call and she was so fucking lonely working from home that she just wanted to talk to someone. (even if it was someone probably dealing in fraud.) at jj’s words, she burst into tears, again, slumping down on the kitchen counter with her head in her hands.

he widened his eyes and dropped his bag right away, coming over to soothe her. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not huge!” she protested, voice pathetic.

jj went to rub her back, confused when she shoved his hand away. “I didn’t say that! I said your boobs are huge, not you, there’s a difference!”

“and now you’re yelling at me!” she added, looking up at him with folded arms and a pout.

“I’m not - I’m not!” he responded, matching her volume, somehow surprised when she teared up again. their dog, maggie, curled herself around charlie’s legs, nipping at jj’s hand when he tried to reach for charlie again. he scowled at the dog. “I’m trying to help.”

“you’re doing a terrible job.” charlie told him, more upset that she was crying - again - than at his remark. (although really, as these things go, it was just about the stupidest thing you could say to a pregnant woman.) “charlie.” he chided, trying to be soothing as he reached out, but was bewildered at her sudden wave of emotions. she wrinkled her nose and pushed him away. “no. leave me alone. help yourself to the meal that I just spent hours slaving over.”

jj eyed the box of kraft mac and cheese on the counter next to the saucepan, but decided not to comment on the fifteen minutes it actually took to cook. “come on, love, I didn’t mean it.”

“then you wouldn’t have said it.” she snapped back and went off to their room, calling maggie with her. the dog trotted off obediently behind her, not giving jj a second glance. he shook his head as he watched and muttered “traitor” under his breath.

after a moment’s consideration, and wincing when he heard the bedroom door slam shut, jj decided to give her a moment’s grace. this was the third week straight of her hormones out of whack, after all, and he should have known better by now. 

(he did go for a short walk and call pope, desperately asking for help and an end date on this whole thing, and pope just laughed, told him ‘good luck with that’ and hung up. then sent him about five articles on pregnancy hormones and the science behind them. jj didn’t read a single one.)

once he returned, he cautiously called out in the apartment. “charlie? I’m home!” with no response, he sighed and made his way to the second bedroom. he could at least be productive. he took a seat and glanced over the half-assembled ikea crib that he and charlie had given up on a week before, and got to work. 

charlie came out from their room an hour later, with a tear-streaked face and sleepy eyes. “jj?” she called out, glancing around for him. she felt immensely guilty for snapping at him earlier, had gone into their room and cried for a solid ten minutes, then fell asleep. 

“in here, charlie!” he called back. he sat back on his heels as he screwed in the last leg of the crib, satisfied with his work. once charlie walked in the room, rubbing her eyes, he stood and hesitated before greeting her. the second she saw the crib she stuck her lower lip out in a pout, tearing up again. jj frowned and quickly crossed the room to pull her into a hug. “hey, hey, what now? what’d I do?” 

“no, it’s not that. I’m sorry. this is so nice, jj.” 

“good tears?”

“good tears.” she confirmed. “I’m sorry I yelled, I’m all over the place.” she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. he relaxed at her apology and traced familiar circles on her back. “did you eat dinner?” she asked after a moment, lifting her head to nudge her nose against his. 

“you mean the box mac and cheese you slaved over?” he teased with a grin, only for her to roll her eyes. “no, I didn’t. I wanted to tackle this first.” he paused. “and I was hoping we could order pizza instead.” 

charlie laughed and shook her head. “there it is. yeah, that sounds good.” she stepped forward and ran a finger over the railing of the crib. jj followed and shook the crib, smiling. “see? sturdy.” 

she hummed in agreement. “this is real, isn’t it?” 

jj raised his eyebrows and let out a short laugh. “what do you mean? it’s been real.” 

“yeah, I guess, but like. things are actually coming together.” she gasped suddenly and he grabbed her arm, looking over her with concern. “charlie, what’s wrong?” 

she looked startled but grabbed his hand, placing it carefully on her slightly rounded belly. “I think it’s kicking.” jj furrowed his brow, running his hand over the curve of her stomach. “you can’t keep calling our baby ‘it’. it sounds like the clown.” she stuck out her tongue at him. “well I refuse to call it baby jj.” 

he opened his mouth to protest until he felt the tiniest kick against his hand and beamed, dropping to his knees. “did you feel that!” she grinned. “I did. that’s the first time I’ve felt it.” 

“hi baby maybank.” jj murmured to her stomach, pressing his ear against her belly. “we can’t wait to meet you, kiddo.” 

[saiyanwhore]

My Jerk // Vegeta One-Shot

A/N: Gosh I wrote this ages ago. It isn’t edited or anything. It was meant for Halloween I’m guessing since, ya know. It takes place on Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy. 💕

WARNING: OLD, CRUSTY, n’ UNEDITED!

"Why don't you come around to my party tomorrow night then? She'll be there ya know?" Bulma said, turning to Vegeta with a grin on her face.

Vegeta's nose scrunched as if he had just smelled something rotten. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"Besides, we can dress you up in something that Y/N is bound to love!" She exclaimed, looking excitedly at the Prince.

"I will not dress up and subject myself to your shenanigans, woman!" Vegeta spat.

"Suit yourself! Don't come running to me when she's going out with some other handsome hunk!"

Bulma began to exit the kitchen where Vegeta was and he quickly panicked.

"Woman, wait!" He grabbed her shoulders. "I'll do it."

Bulma squealed loudly before dragging him into the costume closet.

It was 8:00 P.M. and you had just arrived outside of Bulma's for the Halloween party.

You were excited to be there and see what everyone else dressed as. You wished to see Vegeta, but he was never one to be at Bulma's parties.

You made your way indoors, the smell of sweets entering your nostrils as you glanced around the room.

Trunks and Goten were dressed in coordinating outfits.

Yamcha and Bulma in a couple's outfit.

Goku was a clown. Chi-Chi was a cat.

Gohan and Videl were Batman and Robin.

Krillin, 18, and Maron were dressed in coordinating costumes.

Piccolo was Shrek.

Tien and Chiaotzu didn't show up this year, which was sad but everyone seemed to be okay with it.

And lastly, you stood in the doorway dressed as a bunny.

"Hey Y/N!" Bulma greeted, pulling you over to the couch where a drink was immediately thrown into your hands. "You look cute!"

"You do too! As always!" You giggled as you took a sip of the cocktail.

It was a little while of chatting and laughing when you finally noticed a dark figure at the end of the hall.

You looked down the hall which you knew led to his room and you watched as he entered, everyone else ignoring it.

Vegeta's eyes immediately locked onto yours, but he quickly adverted your gaze and took his spot in the corner of the room with arms crossed.

You walked over to him.

He was dressed as a vampire. With the eyeliner, blood, and all.

"Hey Vegeta." You smiled at the Saiyan and looked him up and down. "I really like your costume."

"Yeah, thanks." He didn't sound or look too happy, but the blush on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"I didn't think you really enjoyed these kinds of things."

"I don't."

You grabbed his bicep and chuckled before stepping away from him. "Why are you here then?"

Vegeta growled deeply, his actual fangs bearing. "I dunno. Ask Bulma." He growled

You laughed once more, knowing this was the bitter Saiyan at his best. “Well I’m glad you decided to hang out. It’s not often we get to see one another.”

Your laugh and words made Vegeta shutter. He turned his face away, suddenly appreciating the amount of makeup Bulma had slathered on his face. Otherwise, his dusty pink cheeks would be revealed to you.

"Hey, why don't we go out for a walk?" You suggested. Maybe getting him away from everyone could give him a moment to breathe. He wasn’t seeming too thrilled to be here.

Vegeta nodded and you quickly grabbed his hand and led him outside. His hand still in yours as you looked back to him.

"You want to fly us somewhere a little less populated?" You asked the Prince, to which he nodded again.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you made your way in to Vegeta's arms. He held you close to his chest, warmth radiating off the arrogant man. You couldn’t help but just to melt into his form as he blasted off. Vegeta did not go very fast to keep you in mind.

Vegeta flew for about ten minutes before he slowly made his way to the ground, setting you down. His hands lingered on your waist as you looked up at the moon. It was full and bright.

"The view is so pretty." You gasped, pointing up toward the moon and stars. Vegeta just watched you as you looked in awe.

Looking at the sky just reminded Vegeta of his former days as a member of the Frieza force. It left a bitter taste in his mouth momentarily until you spoke up.

“I get this is nothing new to you, huh?” You turned your head slightly to look at him. “You used to be up there all the time.”

“Yes.” Vegeta ran his tongue across his teeth. “Hang on.” He wrapped his arms back around you and blasted off into the sky once more, taking you closer to where you were just staring.

“Wow!” You smiled wide. “This is so incredible.”

Vegeta smiled a little to himself as he kept a firm grip on you. He closed his eyes, pride washing over him as he felt your body squirm.

“What are you doing?” He growled, opening an eye.

“Trying to face you, jerk.” You playfully smacked his arm as he helped you move around to face him. You clung onto his body, his heart fluttering as you did so.

“Thank you for this.”

“Hmph.” He grunted as you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms over his shoulder, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“Look at me.” You demanded, his eyes still closed as he refused to look. “Vegeta.” You caressed his cheek and his onyx eyes stared into yours.

“What is it woman?”

“Thank you.” You then fell against him, embracing him as his hands moved to support your bottom. You felt so little against him, although he was short for sure. You felt him bury his nose tickling your neck as he softly kissed it.

You hummed in approval and the Saiyan moved hand to grab your chin, his one hand still supporting you so you wouldn’t fall. Once he had your attention, his hand moved back to your bottom again.

“Kiss me, you idio-“

He interrupted you by putting his mouth on yours. The kiss was much softer than what you would expect from him, but it was perfect. His lips moved with yours until you pulled away.

“Gosh, you’re such a jerk.” You buried your face into his neck once again. You leaned up to his ear and whispered. “But your my jerk.”

[jinkicake]

Ushijima, Tendou With a Clingy S/O

Ushijima and Tendou with a s/o who likes to cling onto them.

Ushijima x Reader

Tendou x Reader

For @ryreeee who requested this, I hope you like it, I really liked the prompt so thank you for requesting it! Muah. Omg, I saw someone on twitter call Tendou ‘bootleg Hisoka’ and I have not been the same since. (-д-；)

WC- 1,498

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Tendou Satori

Omg Tendou would L O V E this

He is already such a clingy person who loves contact so you’d be like his own personal heaven

He always feels so good when you hold onto him

Whenever you’re walking anywhere, like to class or back to the dorms, one of your arms would be looped through his

The two of you are always, somehow, touching one another

Tendou just radiates safe energy, he would be so refreshing to be with

Imagine just holding his hand, holding onto his arm, holding onto his jacket pocket, holding any part of THE Tendou Satori

You’re like a personal heater the way you’re always pressed up against him

Tendou, and I cannot stress this enough, would LOVE this

Even after a game, whether they win or l̶o̶s̶e̶ win, you capture him in a tight hug

One where you simply hold him and tell him how awesome and cool he looked or how proud you are of him and the team, before teasing him and telling him he needs to take a shower since he is drenched in post-game sweat

While the two of you have your own respective friend groups you still hang out a ton, to the point that people think ‘how are they not at each other’s throats?’

The two of you just get along so well, both supportive of the other, and completely utterly in love with each other

It’s early in the morning, birds are beginning to chirp and the sun is just starting to light up the outside. Yet, you’re still awake, you never went to sleep. Neither did your boyfriend. The two of you just started a new anime and are determined to get halfway done with it before the next day. Thankfully it is the weekend and Tendou has no practice. Your arms are wrapped around his waist and your head is buried in his chest, occasionally squeezing him every now and then.

“That guy reminds me of you.” You glance up at Tendou before looking back at the TV, watching as the character takes out a bunch of people with his cards.

“Huh?! The little boy?” Tendou teases pointing at the dark-haired protagonist, you pinch his hip in response and ignore the yelp that leaves his throat. His red eyes widen when the magician comes back on screen. “Oh, the clown? Why him?”

“Because you’re both hot.” You tell him honestly, though it really is the hair. The two have a similar hairstyle.

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” A finger pokes your cheek and you can practically see the smirk on your boyfriend’s face.

“Obviously.” You sit up and reposition yourself so that your face is resting in the crook of his neck rather than on his chest, it’s easier to kiss his cheek from this position.

“(Y/N), you think Hisoka is hot?!” Tendou shakes his head disappointedly and you gape up at him.

“What you don’t think he is?!” You retort, equally as shocked. The two of you stare at each other in silence before bursting into a fit of laughter that drowns out the show playing in the background. Tendou eventually moves to cup your face in his large hands and stare down at you. His face lowers to brush his nose against yours and he smiles softly at the giggle that leaves your lips.

“I love you.” You shyly look up at him, your face heating up at the confession, even though you tell him this twice every day.

“I love you too (Y/N), with my whole entire being.” Tendou confesses back, his lips now kissing along your neck.

“Do you want to go get ice cream from 7/11?” You manage to ask, your eyes closed at the sensation of his lips working on your sensitive skin. Tendou halts for a second and a noise of confusion leaves his lips.

“I’m feeling you up right now and that’s what you’re thinking about?” Tendou nips at your ear and you nearly squeal at the feeling of his teeth.

“I-Is that a no?!” You ask, your breath hitching in your throat as he begins to suck under your jaw.

“Of course not, let’s go!” Tendou is off of you in an instant and you almost regret the offer you made. A frown makes its way onto your face at the lack of heat you’re facing after Tendou left.

“Come here baby,” Tendou coos and you turn excitedly towards him, only to meet a face full of a sweatshirt he threw at you. “Oh, headshot!”

“Tendou!” You whine and throw the warm material on, quickly moving to put on your shoes as you wait for him at the door. The two of you look like quite the pair, decked out in your pajamas and matching hoodies. As soon as you make it out into the hallway and Tendou locks the door, you instantly wrap your arms around one of his. You glance up at him cheekily and pout as he pretends not to notice you. That only lasts a couple of seconds though, because not before long you feel his lips pressed against the top of your head. He removes his arm from your tight hold to wrap it around your waist, pulling you into his chest so he can pepper soft kisses all over your face. Leaving the last kiss right on your lips.

Tendou Satori is, oh so, incredibly soft for you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Ushijima loves when you touch him

He might not understand it, he seems like such a, not a touchy guy but he adores it when you touch him

He appreciates the little ways you show your affection

He also likes how small you look next to him

Ushijima is very busy, with school and volleyball but, he lets you tag along so you don’t feel left out

You study together and try to help each other understand the material, the whole time your leg is pressed against one of his

You watch volleyball practice when it is just him in the gym, silently you wait on your phone until the moment when he is finished and yours for the rest of the night

Ushijima doesn’t understand why you like being around him so much until you go on a trip for a few days

Very quickly he realizes how much he adores being around you, he loves every second he gets to be with you and misses you every second you’re not together

When you get back from your trip, Ushijima shows his true colors

You had never seen him act so clingy before, the hug he holds you in is long enough to the point you feel you might have to push him off

He only says he missed you once but holds your hand the entire way back to your dorm

Ushijima might not be the best at expressing his emotions, but that's okay because he has his own love language and you’re fluent in it

“I can’t believe it’s raining.” You stare up at the cloudy night sky, glancing at your boyfriend and feeling slightly guilty that you dragged him out here this late at night before checking the weather. “I saw that the Moon was supposed to be super big and bright tonight,” Ushijima only continues to stare up at the sky and you sink further into your jacket. Mentally you curse at yourself, with a new relationship like this one, only being together for a few months and you go ahead ruin it with some weird ‘spontaneous’ date. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“I’m happy you asked me out tonight,” Ushijima confesses and you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Even if we can’t see the moon?” You ask, your timid tone showing through.

“Even if we cannot see the moon, I am still having fun.” At this, you grab his hand in yours and squeeze it. Ushijima can only watch with a new fascination as you bring his hand up to your lips and press a kiss against his knuckles. His face heats up with a light blush dusting his cheeks and you hold his hand to your chest even as you continue to watch the rainfall.

“Do you want to go eat, I’m sure a cafe must still be open.” You offer and Ushijima continues to stare at you, you feel warm under such an intense gaze.

“Where ever you want to go.” He answers and you nod your head before standing on the tips of your toes to reach his hood and pull it over his head.

“Don’t get too wet.” You wink and when you start to let go of his hand Ushijima only grips your hand in his own, a silent plea not to let go. He can see the wide smile you’re trying to hide off your face. 

Ushijima can’t help but smile back, feeling that same affection swirling in his heart.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Hard Day’s Night | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  After a long day at work, the reader comes home completely exhausted and drained. Tom makes its his goal to pamper the reader, in many ways.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bath Sex, Bathtub Sex, Massage

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The end of the workday could not come soon enough. You loved your job but there were days when you wondered if you should have gone to clown school instead. Today was one of those days.

“Grrrr.” you growled as you pushed open the door to the house. Bobby trotted towards you but stopped in his tracks.

“Sorry Bobbers.” you mumbled as you dumped your bags and keys on the floor and scratched behind his ears.

You collapsed on the couch, not even bothering to turn on the lights.

“Darling?” you heard Tom’s familiar voice call out into the dark. “Are you in here?”

Tom flicked a switch, flooding the room with light. You squeezed your eyes even tighter.

“No light.” you groaned as you waved your hand in the air as if you could will the light away.

Tom flicked the light back off and you moaned in appreciation.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Tom sat down beside you, rubbing your legs.

“Hmph.”

“That bad? Client problems?”

“Humph.”

“Coworkers making crazy?”

“All of the above.” you responded, your voice muffled by the pillow. You turned your head to the side. “Add in a spilled coffee and no lunch and you have pretty much summed up my day.”

Tom’s hands moved from your legs up to your back.

“Sounds dreadful, darling. Is there anything I can do?” His thumb kneaded into a knot in your shoulder blades.

“Fuck.” you groaned, your voice sounding way more obscene that you meant it to. “Food, Bath.”

Tom laughed. “Hopefully, not in that order. Because I don’t think you would make it past the sex.”

You swung your arm behind you. Tom leaned back as you swing went wide, missing him easily.

“I’m just kidding.” He playfully swatted your butt. “How about I run a bath while you manage to pull yourself upstairs?”

“Hmmm.” You buried your head back into the pillow.

“I will take that as a yes. Come up in 10 minutes.” Tom gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Mmmm.” you groaned in appreciation.

Tom disappeared and you noticed the sound of water running through the ceiling.

You laid prone for several more minutes before puling yourself to sitting. Bobby nudged against your shin. You scratched behind his ears.

“Apologies for earlier.” you commented to him. Bobby tilted his head at you.

“Let me go see what kind of mess your has made of our bathroom.”

You groaned as you pulled yourself to stand and headed up the stairs to the master bath.

The room was warm and the lighting soft. Tom stood ready next to the huge clawfoot tub. The one household splurge you had insisted on.

“The water should be ready for you.”

You stripped off your clothes and with them, some of your worries from the day. As you slip into the warm fragranced water you let out an appreciative moan.

“You used the bath oil I like.” The smell of pomegranates and pink pepper filled your nose, and you took a deep breath. “Thank you, honey.”

Your eyes fluttered close as you let the warm bath water work its magic. When the water splashed, you popped open an eye to spy Tom slipping into the water behind you.

“What are you doing?” a hint of irritation tinged your voice.

“Pampering is a full service at the Hiddleston household.” Tom pulled you tight against his chest.

His deep, even breath helped regulate your own breathing. Tom picked up a sponge and poured on a generous amount of shower gel in the same fragrance as the bath oil.

“Remember the first time you wore this?” Tom chuckled in your ear.

“I believe it was my first movie premiere with you.” You leaned against him as his hands expertly loosened the knots in your neck.

“Indeed it was. I believe we had been dating for four…” You turned to quirk an eyebrow. “… no, six months.”

“I was still the mystery woman in the papers.” you giggled.

The papers had a field day with your relationship. From the first sighting in the park with Bobby to the secret wedding in the country a year ago. Through the grace of God and the tireless work of Luke, the two of you had enjoyed more privacy than you could hope for.

“Luke fielded so many phone calls after that night.”

“I can imagine, what with you dipping me on the red carpet and kissing me.”

Tom pressed his knuckles into a particular stubborn knot by your shoulder blade and your head lolled back. “Can you blame me? Between your perfume and that low cut dress, Luke was lucky I didn’t drag you off to some closet somewhere and have you right then and there.”

Tom’s lips nipped behind your ear. You shoulders relaxed at his touch. His lips traveled down the curve of your neck, ghosting across the skin. Each graze of his lips sent electric shocks through your body.

“I am sure he appreciated your restraint.” Your voice turning husky.

“I wasn’t restrained that night at home.” Tom purred, he sucked at the crook of the neck.

You melted against him. “Fuck!” you hissed. “No you weren’t.”

Tom dropped the sponge into the water and his hands traveled along your torso before cupping your breasts.

“I didn’t hear any complaints that night.” He hands moved south, and your legs pushed open in response.

“Have I ever complained?” You bucked yourself against Tom. His erection hard against you.

Tom’s fingers teased along your folds, and you arched to meet his fingers.

“I thought you were hungry.” Tom rubbed across your clit.

“I am.” you breathed as your nails dug into his thighs.

Tom removed his hand from you. You whimpered at the loss. Tom turned you to face him. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub.

“We could get out and eat some dinner.” Tom’s voice was soft as he pulled you onto his lap.

“I don’t think that is necessary.” Your lips caught the crook of his neck. Tom’s breath hitched.

“But the water will get cold.” Tom teased as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your entrance.

“Then perhaps you should get on with it.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

Tom smirked as he plunged into you. You gasped and gripped the sides of the tub. Tom’s chest rumbled with a growl as he thrusted up into you. His grip tightened around your hips.

“Yes, darling.” Tom’s brows furrowed in exertion.

Your head dropped backwards as your orgasm drew nearer. “Tom…”

Without any additional words, Tom slid his hand across your hip to find your clit and he pressed against it. A few more thrusts and you clenched around Tom’s cock as your orgasm washed over your body.

“Yes, darling. Come for me.” Tom continued to thrust into you.

Soon after, Tom reached his own release, spilling into you. He fell against the tub and you laid against his heaving chest.

“Feeling better?” Tom asked, running his hands over your back.

“Hmmm? Yes, much better.”

Tom glanced down to see you peaceful in his embrace. He couldn’t believe his luck that you said “yes” all those years ago.

“Darling, what do you say to dinner on the couch and a movie?” Tom kissed the top of your head.

“Sounds nice.”you answered, not really paying attention.

Tom pulled to two of you out of the tub and you both dried off before dressing. He settled you on the couch before whipping up a quick supper for the two of you. He wasn’t even surprised to find you fast asleep by the time you returned with food.

He scooted to sit next to you and grabbed a script off the coffee table, just enjoying the sight of you getting some much-needed rest.

“Love you, darling.” Tom whispered as he rubbed your ankle.

“Love you too, honey.” you murmured back in your sleep.

[sheerfreesia007]

Halloween Costumes Headcannons **Thirsty**

Mitch - Cop His shock is visible from across the room. He's leaning against the wall as if his sole job was to hold it up and when he sees you walk into the party his posture straightens almost immediately. You smirk to yourself as you greet people you know making your way around the party towards the open bar. You pour yourself a drink in a red solo cup and move to turn around and see if he'd left his spot. But before you could move you felt a body pressed up against your back and smelt Mitch's subtle cologne. "So how much jail time would I get for assaulting a police officer, officer?" He husks out into your ear making you shiver against him. You grinned at his approval of your halloween costume that you had agonized over which one to get, finally choosing on the tight revealing police officer costume. "Minimum 5 years but if you're good we'll let you out early." You purr to him and feel his erection twitch against your ass. "It'd so be worth it. The things I wanna do to you baby girl." He growled out into your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Show me Rapp." You gasp out as you lean back into him resting your head back on his shoulder. "But you just got here." He says softly. "Don't care lets go." You say quickly before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the party and towards your apartment.

Marcus - Witch He tries his damned hardest to keep his gaze above your shoulders. But fuck is it hard. A witch's costume should not be that revealing. His eyes dart around the office and he can see that most of the other ladies in the office had opted for costumes similar to yours. Sarah was dressed as nurse with too short white dress, Diane was dressed as firefighter with a bright red crop top and suspenders attached to cut off jean shorts, and Leigh was dressed as a zombie with ripped and torn clothing that left nothing to the imagination. But while the other ladies all wore revealing clothing it was only your costume that had seemed to entrance Marcus. Your low cut dress revealed far more skin of your chest than Marcus had ever seen on you and he had seen you go undercover as a prostitute back in your earlier force days. And the hem of the dress was pulled up high to the middle of your thighs before it fell longer in the back revealing more of your shapely legs. Who knew he would find calf muscles attractive. Just then he felt a presence next to him and he turned to face your beaming smile. "Isnt this great?! Everyone's able to let loose for once." You said happily as you stood close to him. Marcus stifled his groan when his eyes fell to the tops of breasts that were on display and framed by pretty purple fabric. You cleared your throat and Marcus' eyes darted to yours to only see the satisfied smirk and dancing eyes of yours. "Like something you see Pike?" You purred softly to him and Marcus gulped watching as you stepped impossibly closer. "I-I don't what you're talking about." He answered quickly. "Shame, I guess I'll have to find another victim to put under my spell." You teased before looking around the room as if searching for a victim. Marcus gripped your elbow firmly in his hand making you look up at him shocked. "Don't you dare." He hissed out and you smirked up at him. "I've put a spell on you." You sung softly to him and you began to slowly and unnoticeably lead him out the room.

Francisco - Dia De Los Muertos “Mi Vida (my life), you look so fucking hot.” he grunted out softly as his hands gripped and bunched up the long black lace skirt of your dress. The material slid slowly up your legs and over your hips to bunch at your waist making you shiver. “Fuck you look so hot.” You gasp loudly as you feel his fingers swipe across your covered core and your body just melts underneath his attention. “You can thank Santiago later, he’s the one who said you’d appreciate this costume more than the other ones I had picked out.” you gasped out as your hands that were painted like bones came up to grip his shoulders. “Fuck that little shit. He knew it’d get me worked up at the party that I would have to do something.” Frankie grunted out as buried his face against the side of your neck trying to be mindful of the paint on your neck. “Mi vida I need to taste you while you’re in this costume. Por favor.” he pleads with you softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. You gasp softly at the sight of him on his knees for you as your fingers card through his hair, your nails scrape along his scalp and he moans loudly as he buries his face against your cover core. Slipping a hand up the outer side of your leg he moves it to hook over his shoulder and your back leans back to press against the wall. “Fuck Frankie, please don’t tease.” you cry softly to him as your head falls back to thud against the wall. His fingers pull your panties to the side and his tongue flicks out against your folds making you groan loudly. “You’ve got to be quiet mi Vida.” he instructs you. You nod your head quickly and gasp as he once again buries his face in your core. Mewling softly your fingers resume their track through his hair as he works his mouth and tongue against you. Not long after you find yourself gasping for air and clutching at your skirt to keep it away from his face as you tumble over the edge of bliss. Frankie helps you come down from your high slowly and when he stands up he cups your face in his hands and presses a heated kiss to your lips before licking into your mouth. When the two of you go back out to the party Santiago calls out. “Oi! Couldn’t keep your hands off her could ya?” You frown over at him before looking at Frankie and chuckling softly. “What is it mi vida?” he asks and you lean up brushing your thumb against his lips. “You got some black lipstick on you.” you answer with a soft smirk.

Stiles - Inmate “You gonna cuff me officer? I’ve been a bad girl lately.” you husked into Stiles’ ear and felt him stiffen next to you as you leaned into him. He jerked around to look at you as well did Scott who had heard your words. The two of them stared at you in silent shock as they spotted the short tight orange jumpsuit you wore as your costume. Scott’s smirk was devious as he looked at first you and then turned to his best friend. Stiles just stood there with his mouth hanging open as he stared at you. Reaching forward you pressed your index finger to the underside of Stiles’ chin and closed it for him. Smirking sultrily at him you crossed your wrists in front of you and held them out to him. “Well officer?” you questioned. “Fuck me.” Stiles gasped out and his eyes widened before darting up to your face where he saw the wicked grin forming on your face. “That’s the plan Stilinski.” you teased around that wicked grin of yours. Stiles suddenly growled and grabbed the back of your head dragging you forward until his lips slanted across yours. You mewled against his mouth and pressed forward into him gripping onto his biceps for stability. Stiles backed you up against the wall and when you thought your head would connect with the wall his hand was there protecting you. “I’ll uh, I’ll just be over there Stiles.” Scott said quickly as he watched his best friend devouring you up against the wall. When Stiles pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “I thought you were going to dress up as a cop like me?” he asked softly. You shrugged your shoulders and grinned up at him. “Lydia found this costume for me. Said it’d get a better reaction out of you.” you answered him just as breathless. “Fucking Lydia.” he grunted out as his hands came to grip tightly onto your hips and tugged you forward into him before he pressed you back into the wall. “No fucking Lydia. Fuck me.” you moaned out to him softly and he growled lowly in response. “Remind me to thank her for this.” he said and his finger came up and pulled at the collar of your costume.

Tequila - Cow (he’s bull) You grinned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. This was your last ditch effort to get Tequila to take you seriously when you flirt with him. If this didn’t work you were giving up on the clueless rodeo clown. Leaning forward you shifted the headband with your cow ears so that they sat correctly on your head. Champ had wanted to do a group halloween costume and had suggested Old McDonald’s Farm as the theme. He would of course be old McDonald and the rest of the field agents and Ginger would dress up as various animals and farm hands. You had thought Tequila would’ve chosen a farm hand like Whiskey had but when you had heard him going on and on about being a bull for his costume you had laughed because it was so fitting given his previous career. So you had conspired with Ginger to find you a costume that compliment his and imply you were a couple. Your main goal to clue Tequila in since he hadn’t picked up on any of the hints you had been giving him. When you walked into the bar that Champ had rented out for the Halloween party you grinned as you spotted Ginger dressed up at a horse before your eyes landed on Tequila standing next to her dressed up like a bull. He had done a really good job with finding black clothing but also the horns, and the large noticeable fake nose ring made you grin. Sidling up to him you watched as he turned and silently eyed your costume. You were dressed in a white shirt that you had painted with black large spots, as well as a short white tennis skirt that you had painted with black spots and black kitten heels. You had even fashioned a short white tail to the back of the skirt. “Well don’t you look moo-varlous!” Tequila said with a wide grin. Turning to him you smiled and flicked the fake nose ring and he jerked back slightly. “You’re just bull-tiful.” you teased back and watched as his eyes lit up in delight. He leaned closer to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “I know what this is.” he said softly to you and you tilted your head in curiosity. “What is it?” you asked hoping he would finally understand. “You’re trying to steal my title of best costume.” he said as he turned back to the bartender ordering another beer. You hung your head and knew you would have to be more direct with the clueless man. Reaching up you grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger dragging it to face you. “No, I want to take the bull by the horns and show him how much I wanna be mounted.” you husked out to him before pressing your lips to his. Tequila didn’t move for a good few seconds and you began to feel unsure and as you pulled away he lunged at you nearly toppling the two of you to the ground. “You mean it?” he asked softly when he pulled away. “Of course I do idiot.” you scoffed at him and he pressed his lips to yours again. “Then let’s get outta here.” he begged you. “What about your title?” you teased him and he shook his head. “Don’t matter anymore.” he rushed out and began leading you out of the bar quickly.

Whiskey - Nurse “Well heeelllloooo nurse.” came the soft drawl of the field agent who had been tailing you ever since he almost barrelled into you in the hallway three weeks ago. You rolled your eyes and turned to face him on your bar stool. The little straw in your drink was clasped between your teeth and you silently surveyed him. He wasn’t dressed up in a costume for the halloween party that Statesman was throwing. “Did you wait all night to come here and say that?” you asked incredulously. His grin faltered a little bit and you smirked knowing you had tripped him up yet again. Running over the back of his neck he grimaced softly. “I might have.” he responded sheepishly and you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Smiling up at him you watched as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with the fake stethoscope hung around your neck. You watched as his eyes slowly trailed down to the deep v neck of your costume and he gulped silently. “Need me to take your temperature agent?” you asked sultrily and his eyes darted back up to yours. “Or do you have an ailment that needs attending?” you asked with a wicked grin spreading over your lips. “Hmmm, there’s something on me that needs attending honey.” he husked out as he stepped closer to you. Your hand fell from your neck and landed at his hip, your fingers curled into his belt loops and tugged him closer to you with a jerk of your hand. “I can take you back to my place and do a full check.” you suggested sultrily to him and he smirked down at you. “I’d like that very much nurse. Can never be too cautious with your health.” he rasped at you and you shifted upwards pressing your lips to his. You hummed when you tasted the whiskey on his lips before he pressed in closer to you and caged you up against the bar. “Let’s get outta here agent.” you gasped out to him once you pulled away for air.

Isaac - Little Red Riding Hood “Well if it isn’t little Red Riding Hood. What are you doing out and about? Don’t you know the big bad wolf is on the prowl tonight?” Isaac asked with a wicked smirk on his face as he leaned in close to you. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. “You know I’m not dressed like this for your benefit right? It’s only because Scott wanted to do a stupid group costume.” you bit out to the werewolf. You had to admit he looked hot in his fake werewolf costume and it didn’t help that you had always found yourself attracted to him even before the bite. But now that he had been bitten and his new cocky attitude had emerged it had been easy to curb your feelings, slightly. “Oh c’mon red we both know that you dressed up just for me since I’m your rival.” he said into your ear and you tried your hardest to stop the shiver running down your spine. “You mean villain?” you scoffed at him and he grinned at you again. “Now how could I be the villain when I’ll want to do is eat you up?” he asked in a low tone and your eyes darted over to his and saw the heated look of desire in them. “Scarf boy! Lay off Little Red!” came Stiles’ shout from across the room and you felt as if you could kiss the lanky young man for saving you from Isaac. Isaac growled lowly and you watched him shoot a glare at Stiles. “Maybe some other time wolfie.” you said sarcastically and Isaac turned back to you with another grin. “Oh there’ll definitely be another time Little Red.” he said sultrily and you stepped back slightly before he grinned and walked away from you.

Raymond - Mechanic “And what is it you’re supposed to be?” you hear in his raspy British accent. Rolling your eyes as you turn you throw your arms out to your sides to show him your full costume. “Seriously Ray?” you asked on a scoff. His eyebrow quirks up as his eyes dance up and down your body clad in a pair of overalls with a red bandana tied around your hair and a pair of large gloves on your hands while a wrench, or what you think is a wrench sticks out of your pocket. When he doesn’t respond you huff at him and watch the smirk slip onto his face. “I’m a mechanic.” you said discouraged, you wondered if he was just teasing you once again or if he honestly didn’t get your costume. “Oh now I see it. A bit out of your scope of practice though isn’t it?” he asked softly and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean? I work for Ros’ garage. I'm literally in that scope of practice.” you said confused and feeling exasperated by his teasing tone. “Well you’re an assistant to the boss of a garage. I’m pretty sure you have no clue what that tool in your pocket actually does.” he teased further as he stepped closer to you still with that insufferable smirk on his face. “Oh and like you do?” you asked huffily as your arms crossed over your chest in aggravation. “I know what that tool does. And better yet I know how to use another tool that you might be interested in.” he rasps out huskily to you and you feel the blush consume your cheeks as desire shoots straight down your spine. Leaning in closer to him you know you’re taking his bait but you can’t help it after so long you’ve wanted to act on these emotions and feelings that had developed ever since you met the Brit. “Hmmm, I might be interested. But that’s a big might.” you respond to him and he grins wolfishly at you making your breath catch in your throat. Feeling a surge of confidence you press your front to his and lean up into his face. “Gonna check under my hood for me huh Ray?” you whisper to him and suddenly his arms are around you caging you against his body and his lips are slanted against your own as he groans into your mouth. Your hands comes up to cup his cheeks and you whimper softly against him. “Jesus Ray! Why don’t you take her home before you give us all a show?!” calls out Mickey and you’re jerking away from Ray gasping for air to only see everyone eyeing you and your counterpart with gleeful expressions on their faces. Ray grabs a hold of your hand and nods his head at Mickey before dragging you from the room hurriedly. Once outside in the hall you press Ray up against the wall and lean up on tiptoe to press another heated chaste kiss to his lips. “You’re right I have no idea how to use the tool in my pocket.” you start to explain and one of your hands trails down from his chest to cup his erection against his pants. “But I do know how to use the one in your pocket.” you pur to him and he groans low in his throat before he’s pulling you out of Mickey’s house and towards his car.

Forrest - Not a costume but a newer dress The air is growing crisp and cool as you walk out of the general store. Autumn was quickly falling over Franklin County and you eagerly await for the leaves to begin changing and falling from the trees. Pulling your shawl further up your shoulders you smile as you pass Mr. Henry as you make your way down to the end of the line of shops. “Well look who we have here Forrest.” comes a familiar call and you look up to spot Howard and Forrest Bondurant stepping out of their car. Smiling kindly to them you stop not far from where Forrest leans against the side of the car watching you. “Hello boys. How are you this morning?” you ask politely. “Doing mighty fine now that we’ve seen you, aren’t we Forrest?” Howard replies teasing you and you shake your head at him. “That’s enough Howard, go get the supplies.” Forrest says gruffly and Howard wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaving to go to the shop. You shake your head at him as he passes you and you turn back to Forrest smiling softly at him. “Don’t let him get to you Forrest, he's only just teasing.” you say kindly before you step off the walkway in front of the shops. You don’t move much closer to him knowing that he’s not one for affection or any type of emotion really. “Is that a new dress?” he asks through a grunt and you feel your eyes widen slightly surprised by his attention to detail about you. You look down at your dress and your hand slides down the front of it smoothing the fabric. “Why yes it is. Thank you for noticing.” you say kindly as a blush spreads over your cheeks. You watch him step a little closer to you and you take in  breath and hold it wondering what he would do. “You look nice.” he grunts out and you can’t stop the wide happy smile that spreads over your lips. The blush that had formed over your cheeks grows in intensity at his words and you watch as he falters at your reaction to his words. “Thank you Forrest.” you breathe out softly and take a brave step closer to him resting a hand on his forearm gently. “That’s very kind of you.” you say warmly as your smile turns softer. “Will I see you at the gathering tonight?” you ask boldly and watch as his eyes widen a little. He grumbles softly and tilts his head down to the ground and fiddles with his hat. Smiling down at the ground in front of you you take a step back from him giving him the space he needed. “I’ll be seeing you Forrest.” you say softly before moving along down the road towards where you lived grinning softly to yourself.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Giving In

Summary: You keep trying not to give in to Johnny Suh, but you keep failing.

A/n: @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife​ I love you but I wanna fight you for making me write this

Warnings: oh, god, sexting, so much smut, fuckboy!Johnny, reader is a clown, public sex, car sex, vaginal sex (protected for once), rough sex, brief oral (f. receiving), just utter filth, this is pwp and it’ll probably have a sequel

Word Count: 1675

It’s the third night in a row he’s texted you after midnight, and you sigh down at your phone. Your friends keep telling you to stop, that Johnny Suh is never going to give you what you want, and they’re right.

But there’s just something about him.

Those texts he sends you, filthy, lust tinged with drama.

Do you know how bad I want you? 

I still smell you on my fingers.

You wish you could be one of those girls, like some of your friends, who could do this and be okay, who could fuck him and head out the next morning without your heart flipping over in your chest every time he smiled at you.

“I’ll text you,” he’d say, brushing his nose against yours at the door, and you’d believe him, every time.

Then for a week you’d look down at your phone, heart dropping every time you got a notification that wasn’t from him.

Then finally, he would text you, over and over, late at night, and for a few moments you’d just watch him typing, your heart racing and heat pooling in your lower belly.

Come and see me, pretty girl.

I dream about you under me.

You don't text back, at least not always, but somehow, he always gets you, one way or another.

It'd been a record two weeks since you'd seen him or responded to any of his texts, even though the last few started to get to you.

Don't you miss me? I miss you.

It's hot in the club your friends had dragged you too and you're sweaty and dizzy when you step outside, leaning against the brick to catch your breath.

"Long time no see," you hear, and squeeze your eyes shut. You'd know that voice anywhere.

"Been busy," you say shortly, and when you open your eyes he's standing in front of you with that slow smirk of his.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is a low murmur, raspy with the late hour and alcohol, and it makes something inside you tighten like a spring ready to pop.

You look up at him and he doesn't blink, resting a hand on the brick above your head to lean in. 

"Did you miss me?" You shoot his words back at him, wanting to seem sassy and disinterested but it comes out weak, soft.

"Course I did," he murmurs, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and rubs a thumb across your cheekbone.

You feel yourself weakening, know it's only a matter of a few more words before you give in.

"Thought maybe you forgot about me," Johnny continues, still stroking your cheekbone and it makes you laugh even though part of you wants to cry.

He tilts his head, giving you a puzzled smile. "What's so funny, dollface?"

You look at him for another moment, almost in awe of how he manages to turn this around, every time you swear you're done.

"You're not really the type you forget."

His face breaks into a real smile, big and open, and it makes your heart flip in your chest.

"You're coming home with me, yeah?"

It's not a question, he's already tugging at your hand and your feet follow before your brain can stop them.

Johnny pauses at the passenger side of his car, looks at you, eyes hungry for a long moment.

You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong and then he lifts you by your hips against the car, holding you there with his body, and you squeak just as he kisses you, feel him chuckle against your mouth.

His tongue against yours makes your head spin more than the mixed drinks you'd been sipping all night.

The alarm bells in your head that ring when you feel too much are as always, faint, overtaken by the way his hands grip your hips, his breath hot against your throat.

Your legs tighten around his waist when he grinds into you, and when he slides a hand up your inner thigh, pulls your panties to the side to hook his fingers into you, you make this choked moan in the back of your throat.

"Fuck," he curses, and it makes goosebumps break out on your flesh, his mouth pressed against your pulse point. "You're so wet, baby. Want me to take you right here, don't you? Want me to fuck you in this parking garage where anyone could see you."

"Yes," you gasp out. "I'd let you fuck me anywhere." You're past the point of caring about how desperate you sound, you just want him, want him so bad it's this steady ache inside you, making you clench around his fingers.

"Fuck," Johnny curses again before nipping along your neck and lowering you to the ground, shifting you so that you're bent over the hood of his car, tottering in your heels 

He pulls your panties off as you lift up one foot and then the other, a blush flooding your face with heat.

You should be ashamed, but instead you spread your thighs as he crouches and presses his face into your pussy from behind.

You bite your hand to keep from yelling out, and later you'll have a row of teeth marks there as a reminder that this wasn't some fever dream.

He grabs two handfuls of your ass, spreading you wide and licking in steady strokes until your legs are trembling and you're chanting out his name in a steady whine.

"So loud," he murmurs against your thigh, biting at the curve of your ass before standing.

You almost sob in relief when you hear his zipper. "Please," you whimper.

"Eager baby," Johnny croons, running his hands up from your hips to cup your breasts, pulling you against him as he pushes into you.

"Johnny," you breathe out in a long moan, no longer worried about making noise.

He plants sloppy kisses on your shoulder, your neck, unhurried as he thrusts up into you, slow strokes that have you writhing against him.

"Harder," you plead, twisting your head to look at him.

He's giving you that slow smirk that makes you hot but also makes your heart race, and you push back against him, rolling your hips.

He groans low in your ear and it makes heat spear through you, closer and closer to your orgasm.

One hand still cupping your breast, he slides the other down your body,pulling up your skirt impatiently to catch your clit between his middle and index finger, and it's just enough to have you crying out and cumming hard, black spots blooming in front of your vision.

He groans into your ear, thrusts speeding up just slightly until you're nearly lifted off the ground. 

"Always grip me so tight, baby, like you're sucking me in," he almost growls against your ear, and you moan weakly.

When he pulls out of you, you whine in protest, but he pivots you around, kisses you hard, over and over until you feel like your lips are swollen.

"Get in the backseat with me. Love the way you look bouncing on my dick," he whispers in your ear, and your legs night have given out if he weren't still pinning you against the car.

He slides to the middle of the seat, watches you with half lidded, dark eyes, cock standing up against his t-shirt. He removes the condom he'd put on at some point while you were bent over the car and rips open a new package with his teeth, watching you when he applies it, mouth parted.

He's fucking shameless, how he crooks his fingers at you, that damned half smirk.

You scramble in, knowing you'll hate yourself later but your body sings under his hands and when you straddle him he grabs your waist roughly, biting at your neck.

"You did miss me," you mumble, surprised at how eager he seems, and he nods against your throat. 

Johnny tugs down your top to expose your breasts, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Missed your tits bouncing in my face, missed your tight, wet cunt." His words are mumbled, almost slurred together with lust.

You wrap your hand around his cock to guide him inside you and he hisses in a breath through his teeth, throwing his head back to hit the seat.

"Shit, shit," he curses, hands moving to tighten on your hips as he bucks beneath you. "Baby. Y/n. You feel so fucking good."

The way he keeps moaning your name makes your skin feel hot and sensitive.

You find the right rhythm and keep rolling your hips, watching how his mouth parts, how his eyes focus on your breasts bouncing. You thread your fingers in his hair, dip your head to kiss him, loving how he moans into your mouth.

He cries out and bucks beneath you when he cums, nearly hitting your head on the roof of the car.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants against your ear, and you giggle, feeling lightheaded.

He strokes your hair, kissing along your collarbone. "Still coming home with me, yeah?"

When you don't answer, thinking you shouldn't, he takes your face in his hands, makes you look at him. 

"C'mon, baby," he pleads, and you're through.

Of course, you go home with him, curl up in bed with him, wake up with a headache and his arm thrown over your waist.

He does that thing again when you leave, brushes his nose against yours at the door, promises to text you.

This time, you don't wait for him to text you, text him later that night.

What happened to my panties?

He doesn't text back, and you sigh, wondering if it'll be another week before he does.

An hour later, you make a choking sound down at your phone. He's sent you a picture of your lacy panties fisted around his cock.

Took them as a souvenir.

Needless to say, it doesn't take another week for you to give in.

[rudysrings]

Okay but if you’re still taking requests how bout one w Jeff wittek w the whole billboard thing w Todd and Natalie but instead it’s Jeff x y/n and David accidentally exposes their relationship and maybe have y/n be the drunk texted since Jeff doesn’t drink 👀 I hope that made sense lol.

A/N: I’m totally still taking requests :) This is one of the best ones I’ve seen yet… thanks for the awesome idea and hope you enjoy!  <3<3<3

David had finally gotten his filming done for Monday’s vlog and was currently editing. As usual, it had involved several extreme events, some of which ended up with Jeff covered in crow feathers. Hence, Jeff was in the shower. 

David noticed Jeff’s phone light up where he had tossed it on the couch. He noticed that the contact was not just Y/N, but it had a tongue and red heart emoji next to it. (As well as the squatting monkey looking creepily over to the side and a clown, but David figured that was a joke.) On some weird impulse, David tried out Nerf’s birthday and found that it worked as Jeff’s pass code. A wide, scheming grin spread across David’s face as he read what you had sent Jeff. In essence, you were asking him to pick you up, but the way you asked made it obvious that you were wasted. 

Giggling, David took a screenshot and sent it to his own phone, deleting any evidence before Jeff came back. When Jeff picked up his phone, flopping down on the couch to scroll through it, David continued editing, looking for a reaction in his peripheral.

Jeff’s eyebrows furrowed, before he chuckled softly. He got up, grabbing his jacket and keys. He was halfway out the door, before he called out, as if it was an after thought, “Gotta go feed Nerf, David.”

Sure you do.

Jeff found you at the bar you often frequented on karaoke and trivia nights, today being the former. You were singing some god-awful rendition of a Katy Perry song, clearly drunk off your ass. Jeff smiled, walking over to the stage.

He gulped as he realized he could see up your miniskirt if he wanted to, not that he would. His eyes were hooded as he took in your halter top and the thin belt you wore over your hips. That fucking belt. You didn’t even need it. It rested on your bare skin, but you loved the way it made you feel all the same, not to mention the way it drove Jeff crazy. He wanted nothing more than to grab onto it, or even bite the sliver of skin it hid. Maybe you would let him another day.

Your eyes lit up with an elated smile as you saw your boyfriend of only a few weeks, pointing to him as you swayed your hips. 

“ ‘Cause baby you’re a FIIIIIIIIIIIreewOOOOOork!”

Jeff was forced to watch, completely smitten, as you finished off the song with drunken splendor.

Once you were done, Jeff couldn’t help but notice the sleazy looks and overenthusiastic cheers and applause you were getting. It was karaoke night, for Chrissake, he thought.

Giggling, you let yourself fall into Jeff’s arms. He held you tightly, helping you down from the stage, struggling with his self-control as he took in the now familiar smell of your body wash and realized that your top was backless, his hand meeting the smooth skin of your back, making him shudder. 

You sighed into his ear, furthering his lustful haze. “Hey, Jeffrey. You came…”

Jeff had his arm around your waist, and yours around him as he guided you to the exit. “ ‘Course I came, doll,” he whispered into your hair.

Once you got outside, he led you to his car. Jeff backed you up against the door. He looked at you for a moment, and it seemed to you that he was fighting an internal battle.

You eyed his lips, which were full and red from him biting them during your performance. “Can I kiss you?” 

“I thought you’d never ask…” Finally, you heard him curse under his breath and bring his hand up to the back of your head, the other to your waist, pulling your lower half against him. His mouth covered yours completely, his tongue slipping into to stroke yours. You gasped at the sudden entrance, grabbing at his hair and tugging, eliciting sinful noises from him. 

You slid your hands down his neck, gripping his collar and trying to bring him closer. His lips trailed away from yours, down to your collarbone where he forcefully placed kisses.

In the mean time, you softly kissed his neck, trying not to leave any marks, but couldn’t help yourself from nipping at him, soothing the abused skin with your tongue immediately after.

A catcall from a passing stranger brought the two of you to your senses and you pulled apart. Jeff’s hands remained at your hips and he leaned his forehead on yours, catching his breath. 

“Wheree’d that come srom Jeffrey?” You slurred.

Jeff shook his head at your state, chuckling. “I hope I haven’t overstepped. It’s this fucking belt, doll.” He fingered it, and you let out a bubbly laugh at the ticklish feeling. 

You’re phone dinged with a message and you pulled it out, seeing that it was David. “He wants help editing.”

Jeff shook his head. “You’re in no state to drive to David’s right now.” He sighed. “And I can’t drive you, because I just left him saying I had to feed Nerf.” He slumped his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck, I wish we could just tell everyone.”

You played with the hair at his neck and said, “We will. Just not right now?”

Out of respect for you, he nodded against your skin. “Just ignore the text and say you were asleep if he asks tomorrow. I’m driving you home.”

Jeff wouldn’t meet your eyes. You pulled his chin up and despite your intoxicated state, managed to say convincingly, “Dontchyu ever doubt how I feel about you, Jeffrey. I don’t wanna hide you. I wanna celebrate us when iss right, ya feel me?”

Jeff smiled, bending slightly to nudge your nose with his. “Fuckin’ right I feel you. You’re fuckin’ adorable.”

***

David really took Erin’s idea of putting the texts up on a billboard seriously. Within a couple of days, he had it up in Hollywood and was inviting everyone to come see it. He invited you and Jeff at the same time, along with Todd, Ilya, Jason, Zane, and Carly.

You were confused as to why you were in the middle of a random street of Hollywood, but with David, you never knew what to expect. You shot a look at Jeff, who had his arm around Todd, as if to say What the fuck is going on.

Jeff simply shrugged, biting his lip as he looked you up and down, telling you subtly that he really liked what you were wearing. You had on a romper that had really low sleeves, so your lacy underwear was clearly visible. You checked him out too, your arm looped in Carly’s, fluttering your eyelashes dramatically and smiling, fanning yourself subtly as joke, to show him how much you liked his current outfit, a sleeveless shirt and joggers. When David asked you guys to turn around, you turned while smiling, but your jaw immediately dropped as you saw a giant billboard with your smiling face on it, beside it, a series of texts. As you began to recognize the messages, your heart dropped to your stomach.

“No,” You whispered.

Y/N: Jeeeefffreyyyy

karaoke nigh

i miss you

i hate that i can’t show you how much

akchually maybe i can… if you come pick me up, then maybe i can show you just how much i miss you l8r 2nite?

or not… if u don’t want that then that’s cool 2 :)

i dranked too muhc

“You muthafucka…” Jeff was smiling for the camera but it didn’t reach his eyes. He pulled you into him, tucking you into his chest. 

You pushed him away, accusation in your eyes. “Why would you send him that, Jeff?” You asked low, so that the others wouldn’t hear.

Jeff flinched. You always called him Jeffrey. Though he hated it at first, it had grown on him. He shook his head. “What? No…I didn’t…” He looked over at David. “How tha fuck d’you get that, ay?”

David giggled. “You were in the shower when you got the texts, bro!”

The others had gone quiet.

Feeling humiliated beyond belief, you began walking away from everyone, pulling your car keys out.

A/N: I think I might make a part two to this… sorry it got really steamy. I didn’t mean for it to happen but it just did i guess. Let me know if anyone would read a second part?

[babygirlgalitzine]

we made these memories for ourselves (ao3)

one 

Callum wrapped his arm around Ben’s shoulders, pulling him into his body. They lazed on the sofa, nothing to do with their day other than staying in each other’s company. It was hot indoors, but even hotter outside, and Callum had managed to find some fans to direct towards them, in an attempt to cool them down.  

“Do you want to order in tonight?” Callum asked, squeezing Ben’s shoulder, before rubbing his thumb over his boyfriends bare skin.  

Ben tilted his head, resting it on Callum’s chest. He hummed in agreement. “Too hot to cook.” 

Callum chuckled. “You wouldn’t be the one cooking anyway.” 

“See!” Ben moved quicker now, lifting his head to face Callum. Their breaths mingled, and even though they were both boiling, neither of them cared about the close proximity. “I’m being the perfect boyfriend, by telling you that you don’t need to cook tonight.”  

“Oh, you’re thinking of me, are you?” Callum grinned, pressing his hand to the back of Ben’s head, gently holding him in place, as he craned his neck to press his lips to Ben’s.  

“Hmm.” Ben hummed, their lips still connected, hands pressed to Callum’s chest. “Always.” He admitted, when he pulled away, lips plump and now wet, hand still pressed to Callum’s chest, placed just above his heart, feeling every single beat. 

Callum’s hand remained attached to Ben’s head, running his fingers through his hair lazily. “You know, I realised something last night?” 

Ben looked up from Callum’s lips to his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, questioning him silently.  

“We have no photos together.” Callum’s hand shifted from Ben’s hair, moving to his cheek now.  

He thought for a moment. Surely, they must have had one photo together from all the months that they’ve been together? “Are you sure?” 

Callum nodded. “I checked.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We have no photos together. Not a single one.” 

Ben smiled, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the crook of Callum’s neck, nipping at the skin slightly. “Does that mean you want one?” He joked. 

“Yeah.” Callum breathed out. 

“I was kidding.” Ben grinned, lips still connected to Callum’s neck, not wanting to move.  

The air was stuffy, and yet Ben felt a cold chill run down his spine when Callum spoke again, his voice low and dark and deep. “I’m not.” He admitted. “I don’t want to look back in a few years time and regret that we didn’t take photos. We’ll always have our memories, but it would be nice to have photos to match them.” 

Ben smiled, pressing his thumb to Callum’s bottom lip, dragging it down gently, before changing his thumb to his lips and slowly moving them to the beat of his own heart. The room was suddenly silent, the television playing music now long forgotten, the screams of children playing football outside seemingly nonexistent. It was just them. Peaceful.  

“Soft.” Ben whispered when he managed to pull away from Callum. He reached behind Callum, and grabbed his boyfriends phone. “Go on then.” 

“Yeah?” Callum asked.  

Ben rolled his eyes. “Before I change my mind.”  

Callum grinned and held his phone up, finding the camera app. He put his arm around Ben and smiled at the camera, a beaming grin and Ben pulled a funny face, sticking his tongue out and making himself go cross eyed. Callum snapped the photo regardless. Ben thought that was it then. He had one photo, and he couldn’t complain about that. So he pressed his nose to Callum’s cheek, staring up at him through his eyelashes, ready to lean into another kiss. The smile on Callum’s face never faded, and Ben heard the click of the camera once more. 

two 

Neither of them wanted to move. Outside, it was dark and cold and rainy. Whatever little summer that the country experienced, was well and truly over, and it was miserable. Callum had attempted to climb out of bed, but had gotten straight back in, dragged back in by Ben and his warmth. 

“I’m not moving today.” Ben commented, cuddling into Callum’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his hand on his bare chest.  

Callum smiled, and intertwined his fingers with Ben’s. “You don’t have to.” He picked up their connected hands and pressed a kiss to Ben’s knuckles. 

“Good.” He moved even closer; their legs linked together. “You gonna turn around?”  

Callum hummed, and twisted his body, facing Ben now. “That better?” Callum teased. His hair flopped in front of his eyes, completely overgrown.  

“Much.” Ben commented. He broke a hand free from the confines of their bed, and nudged Callum’s hair, pushing it back so Ben could see more of his face. 

They stayed like that all morning, wrapped up within one another, in ignorant bliss as they forgot about the world around them. It was lazy, but glorious, so neither of them really cared that much. Normally, on days off, Callum would wake up early to go for a jog, and then would come back and see Ben still in bed, so this was a far cry from the normal days off. It was a lot more peaceful, and slow, and they hadn’t experienced anything like this for a long time. Ben had his hands in Callum’s hair, threading his fingers through the strands, watching as they curled up underneath his touch, flicking out in short spurts next to his ears. Callum had his eyes closed, not asleep, just relaxed. It was rare for them to have a moment like this, so he wasn’t ashamed to enjoy it. His hands rested on Ben’s waist, their legs interlocked as they curled up together to avoid the cold of outside. Ben shifted slightly, so as to not interrupt Callum, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, waiting there for just a moment. Callum smiled, not opening his eyes, and deepened the kiss, running his fingers up and down Ben’s waist as they shared the moment, together.  

Later, when the kiss was over and their lips were plump and red, Ben pulled back, untangling his legs from Callum’s. 

“Where’re you going?” Callum asked, holding his arm out to try and grab Ben. It wasn’t like him to be needy, but something within him was telling him that he couldn’t bear to be apart from his boyfriend for even a short period of time.  

Ben held his hand, running a thumb over his knuckles, as he kneeled half off of the bed. “Need the toilet.” He confessed. “Do you want a cup of tea making?” 

Callum smiled up at Ben. “You’re the best.” He said, dropping his hand onto the mattress, watching as it bounced back up, before he tucked it away under the sheets. 

It was barely five minutes later, when Ben reappeared with some toast and two cups of tea. He placed them down on the bedside tables, and giggled – yes, giggled – when he saw Callum.  

“You look so cute.” He chuckled, and grabbed his phone quickly, before Callum moved. He needed a photo of this, just to remember the moment in its entirety, so he quickly snapped it up.  

Callum opened one eye, watching Ben. “What?” he asked, still not moving. He had built a cocoon around himself, the white sheets and the pale purple blanket they had, completely covering him. It was draped around his head, and bundled up just beneath his chin. His hair had flopped in front of his eyes again, and the warmth of the bed had forced him to succumb to a pink flush spread across his cheeks.  

“You look cute.” Ben repeated, leaning down, and kissing Callum’s forehead. 

Callum raised an eyebrow. “Did you just take a photo of me?” he asked. 

Ben grinned. “Toast?” he asked, holding the plate out in front of Callum.  

And if the photo later became his lock screen, Callum couldn’t really complain. 

three 

“No daddy you need to wear the tiara!” Lexi shouted, picking up the plastic headwear that Ben had just dropped on the floor. “Cal, tell him!” 

They had been playing peacefully all day, sat on the floor cross legged as they played Mario Kart, but then Lexi decided that she wanted to play dress up, and neither of them were going to stop her. Even if that did mean they ended up looking like clowns with shoddily applied glittery make up/ 

Ben turned and faced Callum, eyebrows furrowed in a glare.  

Callum knows he’ll live to regret it, but he smirked. “Lexi’s right babe, you can’t be a proper beautiful princess without a tiara.” He winked as Lexi squealed, placing the tiara back onto her dad’s head.  

“Don’t forget darling, Callum wants to dress up too.” Ben smiled, hearing Callum choke on his water in shock.  

“Do you Cal?” she asked. “Really? I’ll do your make up next! Then you and daddy can be beautiful princesses’ together!” 

She jumped up and down, searching in her big dress up box, the one that Callum and Ben had bought for her, so it can stay at their flat for when she came over. Things went flying out of it, children’s heeled shoes clattering on the floor, dresses and wigs dangling precariously over the edges of the pink and purple box. Within seconds, she had lit up, her hand raised high above her head in complete and utter elation, and clasped in her hand, a third princess tiara.  

Ben snorted out a laugh, his shoulders bopping up and down as he tried his best to contain his laughter.  

“I think,” Callum started, leaving his glass of water on the kitchen side. He walked over, and sat beside Ben on the floor, his long limbs now stretched out in front of him. “That mummy wants a picture of you and your dad.” 

Ben nudged him. “You take a photo of me like this and any privileges you think you have, will be gone like that.” He clicked his fingers together. 

“I can live with that.” He grinned, face close to Ben’s. “Lex, do you want a photo with your dad?” 

“Yes!” She beamed as she leaped onto his lap, taking the wind out of Ben for just a second.  

Callum pulled out his phone, and snapped a photo of Ben and Lexi, the little girl in a glittery purple dress, bright red lipstick all over her mouth and chin, and a tiara. Ben, on the other hand, had red lips and equally as red cheeks, matched with blue eyeshadow that looked as if it had been scraped around his eyes, and to top it off, a tiara placed atop his head. Lexi grinned towards the camera, lipstick staining her teeth, whilst Ben forced out a smile, though it wasn’t as fake as he hoped it would be, because regardless of the situation, he was elated to be with two of his favourite people. 

+ one 

Music and joyous laughter swirled around them, but it was as though Ben and Callum were the only two people left on earth. They were in the Vic, floral arrangements filled with white and gold and blue places all around them. The chalkboard in the corner, right at the back, read Mr and Mr Highway-Mitchell in swirly calligraphy. People raised their glasses up, cheering each other, as kids made their way onto the impromptu dance floor, teenagers sat with their families, hands sneakily getting closer and closer to the forgotten about alcohol on the tables.  

Ben had his arms wrapped around Callum’s body, his head buried in his neck, both of them just breathing each other in. Slow music has only just begun to play out of the speakers, yet they had been like this for a while now, just taking a moment to breathe and relax in the hectic day they became husbands. 

“You okay?” Callum asked, hand rising and falling against the material on Ben’s back, comforting him.  

Ben pulled away from his space in the crook of Callum’s neck, a genuine smile spread across his face, one that hadn’t faded from the moment he had woken up.  

“More than.” He leaned forward and caught Callum’s lips in an embrace. Cheers and whistled erupted around them, and it just enticed them to carry on, both of them swaying to the music as they shared the moment, together.  

A flash splayed across their faces, visible through closed eyes, and Callum pulled away, resting his forehead on Ben’s. 

“I love you, husband.” He admitted, voice low. He didn’t care if people heard him, how could he? It was their wedding day, after all. But this, this moment was just for them. That was just for Ben to hear. 

Ben grinned even wider. “I love you too, husband.”  

A secondary flash appeared, but neither of them moved. Their hands were still pressed to one another’s backs, their foreheads pushed together, eyes locked.  

It wasn’t until two weeks after their wedding that they saw those photos, and they quickly became their favourites of the day. It was just the two of them, a look of nothing but love and adoration shared in a memory that the two of them would keep forever. 

[hexusproductions]

Intermission

Summary: The villains meet to discuss what to do about the new superheroes giving them trouble Author’s Note: Finally finished that Hell Week story I decided to write! It lines up with the current events of the campaign, and sets up the next couple of sessions. (It’s also from Crono Sector’s POV)

These children are becoming a problem.

Black Mamba has relayed word to me that Trencher was captured. Mamba isn’t here of course – here in the villains’ board room, sterile and bare, with a long mahogany table in the centre – he’s sitting in his safe house, most likely thinking of the best direction to take from here. First Fester Jester, now Trencher. We’re losing men quickly.

I blame the new recruits, of course. The Justice Crew have signed rookie heroes onto their already laughable superhero team. I’ve seen their applications, they fumble and barge their way through every assignment like rodeo clowns. They are nothing but discord. I would never allow someone like them to be hired.

Before, the Justice Crew were a manageable variable, another cog in the machinery. But now they have a bored grandchild poking sticks into the gears. Something needs to be done before they become a real threat.

I’ve already made the call. As the head of Black Mamba’s security team, it is my responsibility to nip this in the bud. What we need is a distraction. Normally, Fester Jester would be the ideal woman for the job. But seeing as that isn’t an option, we have to go with someone else. And he is seven minutes late, as per usual.

I tap my watch impatiently as the doors finally open. He prances in, already grinning and holding his arms open as if expecting an embrace.

“Crono! It’s been too long, babe.” His sequin jacket is new, and the skeleton face paint accentuating his smile is a neon green today.

“You’re late.” I snap.

“Terrible traffic babe, absolutely terrible!” He waves me off, as the reptilian ‘feather’ boa around his neck hisses at me, “I can never find parking sneakily-slinking out to the middle of absolute nowhere!” He takes one of the chairs at the long table, spinning it 360 degrees before finally sitting his arse down. I just grunt at his remark and press the radio strapped to my chest.

“Venus, Vile. Get in here.”

Boogie Man rocks in his chair, still happy as anything. I remain standing. We wait in silence for the doors to swing open again. Venus comes first, lingering in the doorway as if he’s expecting us to bow before he enters. As far as dogs go, he’s the best-in-show that took to fighting in the streets. I have him on a tight enough leash that he’s one of my best for gathering secrets.

Vile comes next, dropping into another chair and crossing one leg over the other. She’s a master of weaponising hazardous materials, and in keeping Venus in line. The long scar across her left eye matches Venus’s eyepatch, but that seems to be one of the only few things they have in common.

There’s one seat free on either side between Vile and Boogie Man, and Venus takes the seat on Vile’s side, further away from Boogie Man. Boogie looks around to give them both a grin, before looking back to me.

“So what’s the haps, babe? And why do you have the Wonder Twins here, hm?” Boogie finally speaks, jerking his head towards the Vs. Venus grumbles.

“Trencher has been arrested.”

“Really?” Venus asks, eyebrows raising.

“That only leaves Boogie, you, and Mamba of the main assembly.” Vile notes, casting a look across the table. Boogie props on one elbow to lean further towards the two Vs.

“Better watch your back, babes, your heads could be a-rollin’ on the chopping block next.”

“Or yours.” Venus retorts, his voice turning snippy, “You’re the one on the main assembly.”

“Tough luck, pink-streak. You lost out on that position. Slipped right through your dirty little fingers.”

Venus’s face screws up and he opens his mouth to start yelling. I bang my hand on the table twice. All eyes turn to me.

“The Justice Crew’s new members are becoming a threat. You, Boogie, will put a stop to them before they can do any further harm to Black Mamba’s association.”

Boogie Man nods and drums his fingers against the table. He pops the lapels of his gaudy jacket.

“You know infiltration is my thing, but where’s the style? Where’s the pinash, babe?” Boogie tuts and shakes his head, “No this won’t do at all.”

I exhale through my nose, a restrained sigh.

“Let me finish. A charity ball is being held in a few days for the city’s elite.”

Boogie Man claps his hands and points at me, hopping onto the edge of his seat.

“Now that’s more like it!”

He keeps jumping the circuit before the battery is fully in place. Considering that he is the battery, it’d benefit him more if I could get my explanation out.

“I can get us an invitation in.” Venus supplies. A smirk is already lingering on his face.

“That won’t be necessary.” I tell him, reigning in his leash, “As a result of Fester Jester’s string of kidnappings and Trencher’s attempted museum heist, the mayor has asked Cronos Security to supply a small team for the event. Boogie Man and his roadies will be smuggled in with the band.”

Venus crosses his arms, sitting back in his seat. He’s pouting over his idea being rejected, meanwhile Boogie is practically vibrating like a child’s wind-up toy.

“Shoot me the details and I’ll get my people on it!” Boogie hops out of his chair, skeletal grin still aimed straight at me as he starts speeding off backwards, “We’ll get coffee sometime, K? Ttfn, babe.” He throws the boa tighter around his neck and turns around, already taking out his phone. I can only assume he’s texting his roadies to start making preparations. Vile and Venus turn in their seats to watch him go, but he stops in the doorway.

“Ta-ta daddy-os!” He throws his hand up in a wave. He throws the door shut behind him, and he’s finally gone. A few seconds pass of silence creeping back into the room, as if only feeling safe now that Boogie Man is gone. I’m still watching the door while Venus mutters something I can’t hear to Vile, and she sniggers in response.

“Follow him.” I say to the Vs without looking, “See what you can gather.”

“You’re kidding.” Venus scoffs, head turning back to me.

“No. I’m not.” My gaze snaps to the Vs. Venus’s derision is still written on his face, but he sits up straight. Vile raises an eyebrow as my hand falls on the table again. “He can’t be trusted to pay attention. He may kill them, but I am not putting all of my eggs into that basket. You two may be the foxes in the hen house.”

“You can’t expect me to follow that hot mess-“ Venus objects.

“This is not a discussion.” I snap, voice raising and ending the argument, “This is my decision. You will do your job and report back to me.”

I lock eyes with Venus, ready for his response. He averts his gaze to glare at a wall and bites his cheek. If he thinks this kind of behaviour will make him worthy of being on the main assembly, he is deluding himself.

“Anything else?” I direct the flattened question at Vile. She shakes her head, raising her hands.

“No complaints from me. You’re the one in charge of everything, right?” Her expression remains calm but there’s a lilt of mockery in her voice. I jerk my head towards the door.

“Get out.”

Vile lowers her legs from the table and starts to stand up, turning to the still-sitting Venus.

“Come on.” Vile grabs Venus by the arm and drags him out of his chair. Venus rolls his eyes but he still follows the grip on his arm back out of the main board room. They leave with far less spectacle than Boogie Man did.

The room is now empty again except for myself. I sigh and take a seat at the table. The three should be successful; they had better be successful. In the meantime, I will update Black Mamba on what I have done for the good of the Alliance.