#nimble is a fucking nerd

[eashmo]

"It wasn't the books that kept me in the library" 18+

Bully billy x nerd y/n, "enemies" to lovers, short story

Warnings: SMUT, some fluff.

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Y/n is such a fucking tease, it doesn't help she has the most delicious looking lips. They look Soft. I bet They Would feel great wrapped around my cock. She would look so good kneeling in front of me looking up with her big E/C eyes behind those thick nerd glasses, her soft H/C hair all messed up because I would be pulling on the strands. She is innocent and I want to destroy that. 

Her too short schoolgirl skirt under a tight white low-cut blouse that hugs her boobs just right. made me want to moan out loud. Every time she drops something at her locker, it's like she knew I was watching. Each time I see her lacey panties, I have to control my primal urge to take her right in the hallway. Her ass would look good with my hands griped into each cheek as i fucked her, She's so sexy. And she doesn't even know it. 

Her nimble fingers grazed the spines of the library books as she was trying to find what she was looking for. Her fingers would look so small against my cock.  

If I'm honest, she was the only thing that kept me going to the school library. 

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It was like I was becoming obsessed with her. She was struggling to get a book from the top shelf when she heard me chuckle. She thought I was laughing at her. That's when she turned to look at me. fuck, those delicous lips, were directed at me. Those beautiful lips were making sounds, beautiful sounds that sounds like moans she would give me if i fucked her. 

“Hargrove, instead of making fun of me like you always do, help for once would be nice.” she whispered

“Hargrove!” she whispered louder.

“Hmm, yes, darlin?” I snapped out of my daze.

“don,t call me darlin and help me" she whined, oh fuck me that noise was heavenly. "Why the fuck are you just staring at me for?” she snapped.

Coughs “I'm not staring at you. Why would I stare at someone like you?” I quickly said as I came up behind her to grab the book for her. 

"Here nerd, don't expect me to be nice to you now,"  as she turned to face me. She scoffs, "I'm surprised you help right now, to be honest."  She grabs the book from my book from my hand. 

 I stare at her cleavage through the opening of her thin blouse as she picks up her bookbag and puts the book inside. “You're staring again” The lunch bell rang. everybody was now gone. 

“What, do you want Billy?” Hearing my first name fall from those lips made my knees weak.

“You princess” I breathed.

”What?” she laughed. 

“I want you” 

She scoffs, “I think i'll pass hargrove, i don't know where you have been.” her eyes flicked to my crotch back to my eyes.

“Oh come on, princess, i'm not that much of a playboy as you may think”

“I don't want to be just another girl, Billy. i've seen how you hurt girls, never wanting to commit” I tried to listen to her, but she was just too sexy. I was looking at her lips this whole time, but I did try to listen. her lips are just super distracting.

“Billy, are you even listening?”

“Yeah yeah princess.”

“You're unbelievable.” she scoffs, she starts to walk away from me. I caught up to her, spun her around, and backed her into a bookshelf. 

“Where do you think you're going?” I whispered into her ear, I heard her gasping from my warm breath hitting her ear. 

“billy…” she started to push me back, but I stood my ground. 

“God I want you so bad. You drive me crazy without even realizing it, babygirl. I'm obsessed with you.” I moved closer to her. 

Her big doe eyes widened, and she stopped pushing “Yeah?” she asked, her body was now pressed against mine, Her breasts were squashed against my hard chest. I swallowed hard. 

“I never knew you could get so flustered.” she teased. I suddenly leaned forward and pushed my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. I gave a solid lick across the sweet spot on her neck. Earning me a surprised moan. I put my hands on her thick ass causing her skirt to ride up a little. I feel how soft her skin is. It's driving me crazy. I could do this all day.

"Billy…" she said as she tried to hide her moans. Which caused me to growl and bite down on her neck, causing her to moan loudly. Perfect. It's sounded absolutely perfect. 

She whimpered as I traveled my lips up her neck to taste those lips that I've been dying to Devour ever since I first saw her in this hell hole of a town. I pulled her closer. If it was even possible, I wanted to melt into her. I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, she grinded her hips into mine. She moaned loudly at the friction of my jeans on her soaked panty covered pussy. Pressing her deeper against the bookcase. 

“You know,” I whispered into her ear, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say you wanted to be caught.” 

 she  let out a low groan in response, i chuckled and pecked her cheek before i let her down from my waist, she pressed her forehead against mine, looking deep into her eyes as i dipped a hand into her panties. 

“Fuck you are so wet babygirl” i groaned out.

“B-billy please…”

“Please what princess?”

“T-touch me” one finger then another entered into her dripping pussy, smirking as her e/c eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long low moan which was muffled by my lips on hers. pushing my tongue into her mouth, feeling her groan into the kiss as i continued to finger fuck her.

 With my free hand i unbuttoned her white blouse quickly and pulled her bra down under her tits exposing breasts capped with light pink, rock hard nipples which i began to squeeze and roll it between my fingers, grinning as she moans and groans which turned into pants of desperation and pleading whines.

 I slowed my finger’s slightly. “I’m going to need you to keep quiet. Can you do that, princess?” I whispered. She nodded in response, clamping her mouth shut with a hand. 

“Good girl”  i chuckled

she rode my finger to chase her own high, i added in a third, which sent her to her first orgasim her muffled moans made me weak. She soon relaxed as she slowly came back to earth. I stared at her blissed out state mentally capturing that image of her forever as I undid my fly and took out my cock. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, which made her whimper. Lifting her back up her legs found themselves back where they belonged. 

“I can always feel your stare, you know…. Throughout the day…. It always made me feel seen and worth it for once” she breathed heavily. 

“I’ve always seen you, baby girl, and you're definitely worth it,”  

“Then why bully me?”

 “It was the only way to get you to talk to me, you didn't seem fazed when I moved here like the other girls and it drove me nuts, I had to have you even more.” I admit as I rub the tip of my cock teased her clothed entrance.

“Billy please be gentle. It's my first time”

“As you wish princess” I groaned at the thought of taking her virginity. She is so pure and innocent. I pushed the lacey fabric to the side. I tried to push my head in but her pussy can only take the tip.

“Relax princess” I try again to push the tip in and out slowly, watching her turning into a moaning mess.

Before long I could fit most of my cock in. her ridged inside squeezed my cock so deliciously. Feeling every squeeze every time I went in. I bottomed out inside of her. I felt her hymen break when I did, she hissed in pain. I stood there waiting for permission.

“B-Billy m-move” she gritted her teeth through the pain. I slowly thrusted in her, getting used to the feeling. She didn't take long to wanting more. 

“Harder billy” she moaned in my neck as she held on to me for dear life. As I railed her on the bookshelf.

 I didn't let up, pounding her so hard while rubbing her clit. Only after a minute or two, she came on my cock with a tantalizing scream that echoed through the empty library. Her legs squeezed my waist tightly, now I imagine that if that was my head being squeezed by her delicious thick thighs as ate her out . The thought that made me instantly come to her, coating every inch of her insides. After I came, I realized I hadn't worn a condom. 

“shit“

“What?” she asked with a worried look, expecting me to regret my actions. 

“I forgot to wear a condom….”

 “It's fine, I'm on the pill anyways, I can’t believe we just did that.” She giggled.

 I chuckled. “How about I take you on a date to the fair tonight?”

“You don't do dates, Hargrove”

“I told you…. You're worth it.” 

 She blushed as she nodded yes. I stepped back slightly, admiring her, her tits and midriff exposed, pussy still dripping and skirt hiked up.

 “You look extra beautiful like this”

 “Shut up.” she laughed, rearranging her clothes into some semblance of decency before looking at her watch.

 “We should probably go.”

 “Yeah, you’re right.” I agreed. We walked out the empty library hand in hand, parting ways at the library door. I gave her a quick kiss.

“I'll see you tonight, baby girl”  

Masterlist

2023

[mediocrewallflow3r]

To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1

Title: To be Loved and Have Loved

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader

Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.

A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!

"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.

"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".

"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.

The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.

After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.

"What's that for, cowboy?".

You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.

Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.

Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.

Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.

From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.

"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.

"Our friends." You sigh.

"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".

"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".

Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.

"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".

"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".

Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.

He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.

"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.

Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.

Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.

Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.

"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".

"You noticed?".

"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".

You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.

You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.

Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.

Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.

Oh God, but I want to.

Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".

Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".

"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.

Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".

Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".

Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".

"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.

"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.

Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.

"To the dining room...?".

"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".

Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.

Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.

Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.

Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.

Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.

“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.

"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.

Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.

"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.

"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.

Way to fucking go Shakespeare.

Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.

"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.

Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.

“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.

If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.

Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.

“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.

In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.

Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.

“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.

A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.

“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.

“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.

Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.

[skitskatdacat63]

Aforementioned Napoleonic AU! Martian !! I said it would just be a wip but then oops, I basically finished it! Ty to everyone who was interested :D

Really really proud of these I'm ngl! I rendered in a really different way than ever before and I'm very satisfied with it :D

Ramble about historical influences(basically me being a nerd about who I consider the F1 drivers of the Napoleonic era):

So I wanted to explain my thought process because I think that the specific context behind the uniforms I drew is very relevant, as I didn't just pick them on a whim.

I drew them in Hussars' uniforms(Austrian Empire = Red Bull, but like obviously not 100% accurate because the uniform colors are based off the RBR racesuits.) Hussars are, in my opinion, the F1 drivers of their time. Let me quote several things that led me to this conclusion:

"During the Napoleonic period, hussars, as in all armies, were employed as scouts, given raiding missions or despatched to harry and pursue a defeated enemy on the run. Mounted on light, nimble horses..."

"...Their flamboyant costume and their reputation for daredevil acts..."

"...developed a romanticized image of being dashing and adventurous.

Okay....so they're dashing and adventurous, riding specifically on fast, light horses, dressed in flamboyant outfits committing daredevil acts...sir that is literally an F1 driver!!! Tell me they aren't the historical predecessor to F1 drivers!!!

I have this big book of Napoleonic uniforms(yea I'm a nerd) and I was paging through it to see what uniforms I wanted to draw(I have a habit of drawing my one oc in the Napoleonic era. So when I started drawing fanart, I'm like of course I must draw them as this!) Austria's normal uniforms in this era are soooo boring compared to France's, so I was really 😒 about drawing them, but then I came across the Hussars, and then started noticing all these similarities and thought it was perfect. Also I need to mention the fact that Austria's royal cipher at the time was literally this:

IT'S "F1", IT IS LITERALLY FUCKING F1, WHAT THE HELLLLL!?!?!?!? I had like a partial mental crisis coming across this, at that point it was destiny for me to draw this

*I forgot to include actual ref images 😐, so here you go!!

*I wrote most of his around when I started this drawing, which was all the way back in April. And it's really interesting to consider now that I was basically immersed in the history of the Austrian Empire for a month. I apologize to everyone in my life who had to endure my lecture on why Hussars are the F1 drivers of their time. But god I could not hold it back when I saw some of these uniforms in person. And it was cool to pull out this drawing, even if it was just a wip, and be like "oh hey I've drawn these!!" Anyways, I digress.

Obviously the martian drawing is a direct reference to this pic from Malaysia 2010:

My thoughts on this picture:

I almost wanted to draw Seb in the Austrian Kaiser's outfit, but it is nowhere near as slay as the Hussar uniform, so Hussar uniform it is!

I have many thoughts and opinions on the lore of this au so pls ask if you're curious but it's also just a lot.

[finniestoncrane]

Hi, Finnie! It's a good thing there's an even amount of Riddlers here, because I have a request that I thought would be funny:

What if, for a week, all the Riddlers swapped bodies with each other?

How about...

Young Justice ↔️ Capullo

Arkham ↔️ Gotham

Twojar ↔️ Dano

Telltale ↔️ Unburied

Let's see them all walk a mile in each other's shoes!

Body Swap

Riddler Headcanons omg snow this is such a funny concept and i had to get this out as soon as i could because i loved it lmao 💚💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: suggestive stuff

Young Justice ↔️ Capullo

young justice he hates this. why is chest out? he's buttoning this shirt up first. these sideburns need to be styled first, because they're so PLAIN. admittedly, it is nice to be able to see without glasses. maybe he looks a little bit less... beat-up-able without them? although who is he kidding, there wasn't just one thing that made him such a target, he was just a walking dartboard. the one thing he will say though is that he's had a bit of a boost in the confidence of his manhood because he's definitely... bigger in his own body. capullo omg what the actual fuck is this guy doing with his sideburns? some people can't be trusted with something as precious as immaculate facial hair. he could get used to the glasses though. they might make him look a bit less threatening. or they might help him pick up hot nerds at the library. undercover. one of them. maybe put this slightly more ample tool he's got between his legs to start off with. although he suspects he might have to do his preying during the day because that gang of roving teenagers over there look like they've locked on to him...

Arkham ↔️ Gotham

arkham it's irritating to be this lanky. he thought it might help, to be nimble and spry, but it's more of an irritation than he had imagined. no worry, it just makes him appreciate the muscle he's managed to develop. he won't get used to this tidy hair though. but, contrary to what he always thought, it isn't too bad working with someone. and this tiny little madman with the leg brace is far better than the oswald he knows and hates. he could really get used to having this little psycho around. gotham oh good GOD this is a horrendous outfit. who can walk around like this? the peace and quiet is nice though. and this workshop is far more suitable for the likes of... oh... say... building a getaway submarine! the echo is noticeable though. what he wouldn't give for a... friend. nothing else though! just someone to tell his riddlers to and prepare a lecture for or to... celebrate important achievements with. anyway! whoever owns this place is going to come back to find everything tidy and reorganised!

Twojar ↔️ Dano

twojar ok this might cramp his style a bit, but he's ready for the challenge. besides, it's all in the personality. anyone can charm and have people swooning over them if they have the right attitude. it's not all about a rock solid chest and a chiseled chin. a week might not be long enough for him to learn how to work it. and in terms of working, this place... there's no joker. or at least if there is, the fucker is locked up. he'd enjoy staying here for a while actually in that case. the king of gotham finally. by... default... dano this body is entirely distracting from his real goal. instead of being able to go about in an unassuming manner and sneak around to get the job done, he's noticed everywhere. and while on the outside he might look like he gets that kind of attention regularly, on the inside he's still terrified. he'll have to put all of his hands on hold for a week now because even under the mask, this jawline is going to be noticeable. and the amount of people who now recognise him by his stature is ridiculous!

Telltale ↔️ Unburied

telltale so this body might not have the swift maneuverability and deftness he's used to BUT it is much younger than his own, so he can get around much easier. he doesn't need the cane anymore, so he can put his mind to different weapons. this body, for example, seems to have great difficulty maintaining a balance, very clumsy. what a wonderful opportunity to flex his brilliant mind and design some new and psychotically dangerous weapons for the fool to keep once they've swapped back. unburied ok so... old. very old. but that's actually something he's found useful. if you're a dick but you're young then people seem to hate you. if you're a dick and you're old, then people think you're a cute, grumpy, old man. and that has now come in handy a lot already. not to mention, where he was failing before due to how irritating he is, potential partners seem to be willing to overlook it for the "daddy" effect he has on them. if he wasn't so bothered by the fact that he feels the need to go to bed at 8pm, he'd stay like this.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

For the Hospital prompts, may I request

17. "Please tell me that isn't your blood on your shirt." Perc'ahlia in Vamp Machina?

If it's not fitting, you can pick another universe <3

17. "Please tell me that isn't your blood on your shirt."

Vex isn't used to the worry. When one is a powerful, nigh-indestructible undead killing machine with razor-sharp teeth and an ass that won't quit, one becomes accustomed to feeling untouchable, unshakable, even in the face of acute danger.

And then some skinny nerd with a death wish and annoyingly nimble fingers comes along to turn everything upside down, and here she is, arms crossed tightly around herself as she resists the urge to tear open this receptionist's throat in rage. All she gets is a phone call from the witch her brother's been knocking around with—"Percy's in the hospital. I...I thought you'd want to know."—and she's not even allowed in to see him. These fluorescent lights are hell on her skin, make her look even more undead than normal. How much longer is she expected to wait before someone gives her some fucking answers?

She's left to stew in her own anxiety for so long that she almost misses when they come out, Percy half-draped along Keyleth's side as she helps him hobble toward the door. In a flash, Vex is in front of them, earning a gasp of surprise from the witch. She inspects Percy, taking his chin in her hand as gingerly as she can to inspect his face, his neck, his clothes. "Please tell me that isn't your blood on your shirt."

And despite the swollen black eye and the stitches on his lip, the fucker laughs, gravelly and low, and Vex wants to bite him in all the best ways. "Not all of it."

Keyleth scowls. (As annoying as she finds her brother's fascination with the little witch, Vex can't deny she's pretty, rosy and delicate in a way she bets tastes wonderful.) "He stumbled across three vampires feeding on a woman in alley and thought he'd take them all on himself." Vex frowns; he's a talented vampire hunter, she is aware, so surely three wouldn't be enough to do this kind of damage. Keyleth continues, her voice dripping with acid. "Why don't you tell Vex how many wooden bullets you had on you at the time, Percival?" Oh, how fun—this kitten has claws.

Percy's eyes flick up to the ceiling, clearly over being chastised. "Two."

Vex's stomach swoops. Two bullets? For three juiced-up, pissed-off vampires? Gods, she's lucky he's alive. She drops his chin. "I thought you were intelligent, Percy."

His eyes—eye, really—narrow into slits. "What would you have had me do, Vex'ahlia? Let them kill her?"

Yes, she wants to snarl. Fuck that bitch, better her than him. Vampires killing humans is the natural order of things, but she'll burn this city down if he's one of them. She's aware of the hypocrisy, of the irrationality of her bone-chilling desire to keep him safe, but she can't be bothered with reason. He's hers, and Vex is not interested in sharing. She sees the challenge in his eyes, his waiting for her to say it out loud, her willingness to say that some nameless human woman should die in order to prevent this level of devastation to his body, the body she is so very fond of, but she won't give him the satisfaction.

She slips her arm around his waist, on the opposite side of Keyleth, and begins to urge them forward. "Come. I'm sure your witchy roommate has supplies to heal your pretty eye back home, and I'm going to take that shirt and use it to find the one who did this to you."

"If you want to see me shirtless, Vex'ahlia," he murmurs, low and weak, "all you need to do is ask."

Fuck, Vex can feel the heat of the embarrassed flush on Keyleth's cheeks, but it's overshadowed by her own heat simmering low in her belly. She brings her lips right up to his ear, which is also caked in blood. "You and I both you know you enjoy it when I don't ask."

That, at least, seems to rattle his self-satisfied confidence; he nearly trips as they exit the hospital. Vex grins, eager to get him home and punish him deliciously for his recklessness.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Hail to the Chief

“Happy Wednesday, my nerds!” you call out as you unceremoniously drop takeout bags on Derek’s desk, rolling your eyes and flashing your Visitor badge at Anderson when he opens his mouth to protest your intrusion.

“Well hello, lil mama, what have we here?” Derek grins and rubs his hands together, peeking at the receipt stapled to one of the brown bags as Emily begins digging through the one closest to her.

“It’s Thai food,” she answers in a sing-song voice, snatching her usual order up and blowing you a kiss in thanks.

“Aaron and I were supposed to go to dinner,” your mouth twists in mock annoyance as you point out the dress and heels you’re sporting, “but someone had to cancel. Hence-” You gesture grandly to the veritable feast before you like one of the models on the Price is Right.

“I hate that he had to cancel-”

“Again,” you interject.

“But I love you for this,” JJ smiles as she swoops in to collect her green curry.

You deliver Spencer’s pad thai to his desk next, closing the case file in front of him and replacing it with his dinner- and a fork in lieu of the provided chopsticks. “You’d better eat that whole thing before you touch that report again, mister,” you insist, pointing to your eyes, then his.

You shoot Penelope a text and she comes teetering in on her cute floral heels within minutes, grabby fingers outstretched for her favorite milk tea. “You’re the bestest human ever, yknow that?” she grins, lovingly squishing your face.

“Never hurts to hear it again,” your nose scrunches in response before she retreats to the bat cave.

Having dutifully provided your boyfriend’s team with sustenance (Dave’s finally taking advantage of the vacation days he’s racked up), you take a seat in an extra chair and roll your way in between Derek and Emily.

“What’s got your boss man held up?” you ask, snagging a piece of chicken from Emily’s dish and popping it in your mouth even as she playfully growls and bites at you.

“Budgetary meeting,” you follow Derek’s gaze up to Hotch’s office where he sits at his desk across from the Section Chief. Even from your spot on the lower floor, you swear you can see the glazed over look in Aaron’s eyes.

“Gross,” your lips curl in disgust. “Should we fuck with him for funsies?”

Emily raises an eyebrow as she chews, intrigued.

“What are you thinking?” Derek asks with a mischievous grin.

“Well…” you absentmindedly fidget with your friend’s favorite pen, rolling it between your fingers and clicking it as you consider your options. “He was, shall we say, riled up this morning. I can work with that.”

“Ten bucks he cuts the meeting short,” Emily points her chopsticks at Derek, all business.

“I see your hustle, and I raise you twenty plus a round of beers he doesn’t stand up to shake her hand after,” he cackles in response.

“Thirty I can’t walk tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself with a grin.

“What was that, lil mama?”

“Hm?” you turn to Derek innocently. “I said I’m ready when you are.”

You snag Derek’s desk phone from its receiver, dialing the extension for Aaron’s office before leaning back in your chair to catch his every movement.

You see him offer a quick, “Excuse me,” to Chief Strauss before his nimble fingers pick up.

“Hi, is this Unit Chief Daddy?”

You watch in delight as Aaron’s mouth twists into its signature frown and he clears his throat. “Speaking.”

“I’ve missed you all day, daddy, and I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle as Emily leans her elbows on her knees, gleefully watching the action unfold. “Yes, I’ve heard about your case,” he answers measuredly, his dark gaze flitting down to the three of you, short enough that Strauss doesn’t register the momentary lapse, but long enough that your cheeks grow warm with a blush. “I’m in a meeting right now, can I call you back for a consult?”

“No,” you huff indignantly, “because you look like you want to blow your brains out right now, and I want you to blow my back out right now.”

“I assure you, it’s of the utmost importance to me- and my team- that your case gets the attention it deserves,” he counters, the innuendo not lost on you. You watch as he puts his hand over the mouthpiece and hear his muffled explanation that, “It’s the New York field office.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenge like the brat you are, knowing it’s a sure fire way to get your man worked up. You shoo Derek away with a giggle, only allowing Emily to hear your more lewd commentary because your best friend already knows way too much about your sex life- much to Aaron’s chagrin. “Well how about you come down here and give my case some attention in the form of your hot, wet tongue, hm?”

“That’s certainly an interesting body part for an unsub to covet,” he swallows thickly, shifting in his seat. Emily shrieks beside you as Strauss leans forward, intrigued by the insinuation of a killer worthy of the BAU’s attention in New York.

“God, I wish I was with you right now,” you moan softly, “under your desk sucking you off like the little cock whore that I am. What’s stopping me from coming for you- I mean, up to you, right now?”

“I wouldn’t act on that information just yet,” Aaron responds, his voice a shade darker despite his efforts to maintain his composure.

“Let’s finish this up tomorrow, Aaron,” you hear the Section Chief offer quietly, indicating the paperwork you assume is laid out between them. “Keep me updated on this case,” she instructs before gathering up her files.

Your boyfriend nods in response, remaining in his seat as he shakes her hand (earning a groan of defeat from Emily) before she takes her leave. You surreptitiously slide your hand down to hide the offending device, using your free one to wave to the blonde in greeting. She smiles and nods in response, and you only dare to lift the phone back to your ear once she’s crossed through the glass double doors.

You look back up at Aaron’s office to find his piercing gaze boring holes into your very soul. You watch his mouth move as his deep voice glides over your ears once more. “Was that funny to you?”

“I take my job of entertaining your team very seriously, sir,” you answer with a mock salute.

His voice drops to a deadly whisper that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. “Get up here. Now.”

You let out a squeak and hang up the phone as Derek approaches with a smug grin. “Thirty bucks, Prentiss. Pay up.”

Your friend’s protests about the semantics of who actually ended the meeting fade away as you enter Aaron’s office and close the door behind you.

“Daddy,” you offer in greeting.

“Brat,” he responds in kind, not even bothering to spare you a glance.

You grin as you plop yourself in the seat across from his desk that Strauss recently vacated. “I brought dinner,” you shake the contents of your takeout box hoping to curry some favor- no pun intended.

“Thank you,” he mumbles softly, closing the file before him. He walks around his desk and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, the juxtaposition between his gruffness earlier and gentleness now making your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks flush. Your body knows what’s coming next before your brain has even registered it.

Aaron moves to the window in his office overlooking the rest of the BAU, your gaze immediately drawn to his long, thick fingers as he eases the blinds shut. Your body buzzes with the promise of pleasure when he returns to you, dancing those beautiful fingers along the hem of your dress before bunching it up to your thighs.

“I think we’ll start with dessert.”

[romanshomeonwattpad]

↻ ◁ II ▷

✧ summary — the reader is new to all things sexual, so her best friend elliot decides to help her out with that.

✧ pairings — best friend!elliot x fem!reader

✧ warnings — doing sum kush,loving sex ew,oral sex (f) recieving,fingering,dirty talk,shits and giggles in between LOL,motel sex,i think that covers it

✧ authors note — this chap was cute, ngl. im kinda sad it’s ending soon, only two more parts i believe. this series is what got me more known, so im thankful for you all being on this journey with me. i love you guys !!

✧ word count — 4.4K

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“What’s that?” You asked, pointing to the second screen that was plugged into Elliot’s laptop.

You had invited over Kat and Ethan to help record Elliots’ music video, learning from your friend that her boyfriend was really good when it came to tech stuff. He had equipment that consisted of RED Komodo, Zeiss Lenses, Aputure Lights, SmallHD Monitors, and Gimbals Stabilizers—all in his words. His father was a pretty well off guy, buying his son whatever he wanted, and at the time, Ethan had a phase in freshman year where he loved film making. It was the perfect opportunity to finally put this stuff back into use. He even offered to help record the entire video, confusing Elliot, since they never really spoke to each other in their lives’. And yeah, he was a bit iffy about it at first, but you convinced him that it was better than your shaky hands missing all his best angles.

That made him agree to it.

The three of you—Kat, Elliot, and you—watched with confused looks, mouths hung open, as Ethan took out all the tools from his bag, “That, Y/N, is one of the smallHD monitors,” he replied with an excited smile, then pulled out a black long thingy, making Elliot snicker,

“That looks like a big ass spider.”

You sent him a pointed look, silently warning him to not make fun of Ethans’ things. His eyes rounded, making his smile fade, clearing his throat as he sniffled, wiping his nose before furrowing his brows to hide his embarrassment, “Anyways, uh, what does it do?”

“It’s a tripod. I’ll put the camera on it so it’ll have a more stable foundation to record,” he mumbled, before pulling out a few more stuff. You tilted your head in pure confusion as all the things you were going to used were laid out onto the floor, then Ethan looked over at Ethan, “You already have your song downloaded to you laptop, right?”

Elliot nodded, pushing himself up onto his feet with a small sigh, stalking over to his laptop. Bending over slightly, his back slumped as he unlocked it. Typing away with his nimble fingers, a grey screen popped up with a file on it. He took a seat in his chair before leaning back, raising his brow at the boy that nodded, “Alright, cool. So now, we’ll play that while you lip sync, and just act natural. What type of vibe is it?”

The bleached blonde shrugged, his voice blunt.

“Sex at a motel.”

Your eyes widened at his words, a smirk quirking onto his lips as his hooded eyes flashed over to you. Rolling your eyes at his smug expression, Ethan nodded with an awkward look, “Okayyy,” he drawled, “So—how about we rent a hotel room and film there? It’ll match the theme.”

“Fosho, sounds dope,” Elliot agreed, and the rest of you nodded in silent agreement. Kat offered to go help Ethan book a room, leaving the room for a moment, leaning you two alone. You giggled as you stood up, making your way over to him, his hands flying to your ass to push your chest against his. You yelped, a stupidly big grin on your lips, as he swung your legs over his, hands trailing up to your waist. Your heart flared as he tilted his head, puppy dog eyes twinkling, “He’s a fucking nerd, Y/N. Is this necessary?”

Slapping his arm, your voice was scolding, “He’s really nice,” you pointed a finger into his chest, causing him to jut his lips out and fake a pout, “—and he’s helping you for free. So stop being a dick and be thankful.”

His big hands went back down to your ass, slapping it hard, making a gasp tear from your parted lips. He leaned his face closer to yours, nose touching, as his voice was gruff, “I thought you liked my dick, hm? Especially when you play with it it,” he purred, nipping at the smooth flesh of your neck. Your core began to grow warm as he swiped his tongue over the area he sunk his teeth into, cool air making you hiss, “How about we—“

You placed your hands on his chest, firmly pushing him back, “No. You need to submit the video before Friday,” you told him pointedly, getting off his lap. He protested, reaching for you, but you shook your head with a growing smirk, “And until then, this,” you pointed to your sensitive area, raising a brow,

“—is off limits. Okay?”

He responded with his middle finger, your words dampening his mood. Kat and Ethan walked back into the room, the girl raising her brows at you two, “You kiddos ready?”

“Hold on,” Elliot grumbled, sending you a slight glare, before grabbing a small red pouch from his drawer. Kat rose a brow at him as he took out some joint paper, holding it to Ethan,

“You smoke pot, twinkle toes?”

It wasn’t working out.

Elliot was too stiff. His whole posture was awkward, he looked uncomfortable, and kept missing his cues. He kept getting frustrated easily after repeatedly messing up his own lyrics, causing Ethan to release a slightly irritated breath. This whole thing had been falling apart as you watched, nibbling on your thumb nail with angst at the situation. Kat mumbled beneath her breath a few curses, cringing when Elliot sat at the edge of the motel bed, trying to appear swaggy as he spat out his verses. But he just ended up being this frozen, stuttering mess, who’s eyes kept averting all over the room instead of the camera.

You could tell he was nervous, especially with two new people listening to his music. But this was purely business. A pained look spread across your face as Ethan told him to shift to the left, then he did the opposite, sitting to the right—the dimly lit led lights making his face emit a faint red glare. Ethan put down the tripod, with a slightly aggressive undertone, mumbling something beneath his breath that wasn’t audible. Elliot, who never held his tongue, instantly stood up onto his feet, “What was that, bro?”

Your eyes rounded as Ethan visibly gulped, taking a step back, “Nothing, man—“

He hummed, “Right, because that sure sounded like fuckin’ some—“

Springing to your feet from your seat at one of the chairs, you walked in between the two, Kat watching with narrowed eyes as she looked as if she was about to step in. Your hands flew to Elliot’s jaw, holding his face, forcing him to look at you. The muscles beneath his flesh was tense and rigid, his eyes hostile and cold, features on his face strict and firm. You tried to make your voice calming as his nostrils flared, “How about—we try something different? Hm? You trust me, right?”

His jaw tightened, eyes slightly softening when they fell into yours,

“Course.”

You smiled, “Okay,” you breathed, happy that you stopped from him pounding in the skull of the geeky boy behind you. A few ideas flickered into your mind, and with a deep breath, you pushed him back onto the bed. His brows rose, glancing to the two people behind you, as your lips dipped to his neck, “Sing the lyrics,” you muttered, small hands running through his curls.

He cleared his throat, whispering in your ear, “I think I’m hard, dude.”

Flicking his forehead with an annoyed look, he sighed before nodding, and you turned to face Ethan, “Start rolling,” you commanded—and rolling he did. It was like magic. Elliot began to become more languid with his verses, confidence radiating through his sharp facial features, as he used his hands to seal up the lyrical aspect as they left his lips. And you staid on top of him, acting as one of his props, before shifting positions,

“Three nights at the motel, under streetlights

In the city of palms—

Call me what you want, when you want, if you want

And you can call me names if you call me up.”

Changing it up, Elliot flipped you over, making you giggle as he looked down at you for a moment. His eyes glossed over with an unknown emotion, smiling faintly to himself, before looking to the side so the camera could see him, then he continued lip syncing for a few more seconds. Then, you slipped away from him, making a shocked look cross his features before pulling him out the bed, leading him to the area beside the bed.

There, your hands flew to his shoulders, initiating a slow dance. His nose rubbed against yours as his big hands squeezed your waist, “Just like I taught you,” he smirked slightly, spinning you around. Memories of him teaching you how to dance like this, in the middle of the night within his room, flashed through your mind. Your chest hit his as you continued to sway to the beat, hands holding onto each other, “I’m a great teacher, aren’t I? Taught you lots of things.”

Your cheeks blushed, grinning as Ethan’s voice rung in the air, “Hold it. Elliot, keep looking at her like that for a few seconds. I’m gonna do a freeze frame.”

But it was as if Elliot didn’t hear him, his eyes glueing too yours anyways. One of his hands rose to your cheeks, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, as he observed you with hazy eyes. His smile actually reached his eyes when he leered down at you, the time around you suddenly coming to a stop. The room was a vibrant red, your two friends’ bodies vanishing into the floor, as his music echoed in your head in swirling symphonies. Adornment glowing from his figure, he lightly tapped on your nose, making you scrunch it, “Hey, cutie.”

His palm rubbed your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter, as your voice was quiet, “Hey, yourself.”

Kat chuckled from behind the scenes, sipping on her arizona green tea. The both of you looked at her, a shy smile growing onto your pink cheeks, as she cocked her hip, “I would say get a room, but, you already have one,” she teased, taking another sip. Elliot cleared his throat, sending you a tight look, before his hand fell from your cheek—using it to rub his chin instead.

“Hardy har har,” he barked, readjusting his maroon color red button up, which had the first few buttons open. His chiseled chest peeked out, gold chain shining beneath the colorful lights as he nodded towards Ethan, “Ight, let’s finish this shit.”

After that, Elliot began to find his groove. You shot a few scenes of him walking out the hotel, a close-up of his face while doing a few lyrics, before he slid down the ramp with an edge. Then you all climbed into his car, Ethan getting a few shots of riding past the streets. Kat was the driver, Ethan in the passenger seat recording, while Elliot and you sat in the back. Ethan instructed you two to act all romantic and touchy feely.

Elliot had no problem with that, resting his head onto your shoulder, pecking your jawline a few times. The window had been rolled down, your hair flying all over the place, before capturing his lips into a kiss. Your hands held his face as he leaned into your touch, giggling like little kids, as you struggled to have a make out session with your friends in the car. And when Kat whooped from the front, you threw your head back, letting out a cackle as Elliot rubbed his eyes, embarassed.

Resting his elbows onto his knees, he rapped a few more lyrics, looking into the camera with a boyish smirk,

“So I get lost in modern music watching movies

Talking to the walls in my room,” he raised his finger to his head, twisting it into his temple,

“Walking through the halls in my head

Just tryna make sure it all makes sense.”

You bit your lip, watching him at work. You were so proud of him, but you had to admit, you were getting a bit excited down there. There was just something about him leaking self confidence, that smug look on his face, as he drowned in his own lyrical genius. After a few more car shots, you all got out, heading back to the motel room. It had been sunset by the time you were finished filming everything, your back falling against the mattress as Elliot rolled another joint by the table, eyes focused and strained. Ethan began to carry his equipment back to his car. The bed dipped beside you, weary eyes snapping over to Kat, who took a hit of her vape, “There’s a party tonight somewhere downtown. You coming?”

You let out a yawn, stretching your arms as your back arched, “Hm, maybe. I’ll see what Ellie wants to do.”

She glanced at the boy, who didn’t know he was being watched, sprinkling shreds of weed into the wrapping paper with furrowed brows. Nodding, she glanced back over at you, “Well—I hope you come. It’ll be a good reward since we shot all day,” she encouraged, patting your arm, “I’m gonna go get ready. Text me if you’re gonna make it, babe.”

You sent her a faint smile, “Kay.”

“Love ya,” she sent you a kiss, before raising a brow at Elliot. He looked up at her, joint between his lips, unlit as she pursed her lips. Placing her hand on her hips, her eyes thinned, “I didn’t like you, but you’re growing on me—stoner dude. But that doesn’t mean I do like you, so watch it. I literally won’t hesitate to tie you down and pluck every single hair off your body with tweezers.”

He blinked at her, confused, as she walked out the room and shut the door. Shrugging, he took a hit of his joint, before standing up and walking over to you. He handed the stick towards your laying figure, ending with you accepting it graciously, plucking it into your mouth. He towered over you, before plopping down beside you, both of you laying on the motels’ bed sheets while staring up at the ceiling. His voice was barely audible, “Your friend’s a nutcase.”

A breathless laugh left you, a cloud of smoke surrounding the both of you, “She’s protective. You weren’t exactly the nicest to me before, y’know.”

He rolled over, brushing your hair away from your face, looking down at you with kind eyes, “Yeah, I know,” he murmered, eyes sparkling. It was different when you two were alone—he was less guarded; more affectionate. You sighed happily as he took the joint out of your mouth, taking one last hit, and then leaning over you to toss it onto the table while squishing down the fiery embers. You looked at him with burning eyes, biting your lower lip, causing him to chuckle from his chest.

Running his thumb across your lower lip, the heavy smell of marijuana and cologne wafted up your nostrils, “Stop biting that lip,” he muttered, eyes drawn to your mouth, “I told you to stop, didn’t I?”

You hummed, dazed from the bud, “Hm, sorry.”

Your chest bloomed as he smirked slightly, dipping his head down to connect his lips to yours. Your fingers lightly scratched at his back, which was covered by his thin button up. His hips rolled into yours, making you whimper, making his lips curve into a smile against you. Your small fingers sped to the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the fabric, signaling that you wanted it off of him. He chuckled before lifting himself off of you, your chest heaving up and down as you looked up at him with hooded eyes, “What? You want me to fuck you, baby?”

The nickname made you bit your lip, blushing as you covered your face with your hands shyly. He chuckled before grabbing your wrists, pinning them against the bed, as your eyes rounded towards his torso. His waist was slim, his happy trail dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, sculpted muscles accentuating his v-line. Skin tan and smooth, you wanted to run your hands all over it. Your mouth watered as your felt a rush of heat pool at your core, eyes trailing back up to his, which were narrowed,

“Did you just check me out?” He mused, faking a gasp as he widened his eyes mockingly, “I’m not an object, Y/N. That’s incredibly rude.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting your body, “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Elliot?”

He snickered at your eagerness, removing his grip on your wrists as his hair fell over his eyes. You blinked up at him as his nimble fingers tugged your shirt over your head, before tossing it behind him on the ground. You snorted, “Great. Now it’s gonna be wrinkl—“

“Bite me,” he teased, smiling with his teeth. His nose brushed against yours as you giggled, causing him to do the same, before your own hands began to work the zipper of his jeans. He shot you a brow as you struggled to get the zipper fully undone, since it had been stuck, “You need help there, sweetheart?”

You nodded, pouting in a faux manner, making him chuckle—before nodding. He stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, before quickly doing the same to your own jeans. Once you were both left in your undergarments, he flipped you over to you side, “Turn for me for a second, baby,” he mumbled, cheeks turning hot again at the name. You wouldn’t never get used to it. Following his words, in a few seconds, he unclipped it before letting the garment join the rest of your clothes.

Laying back down onto your back, his eyes found your breasts, the cold air hitting your nipples causing them to harden. You a soft moan left you as his fingers pinched at the buds, “So fuckin’ perfect,” he complimented, admiration swirling within his eyes—mixed with lust. He leaned downwards, capturing one of them with his warm mouth, before lightly nipping at them, “Every part of you taste so good.”

Your fingers tugged at his soft curls, “Thank you,” you breathed, leading him to laugh against you. The vibrations rang throughout your chest.

“Only you would say thank you to that, Y/N.”

Tipping your head back, you laughed out loud, the weed making it seem funnier than it was. But then it died out into another moan, his tongue rubbing over the sensitive tips of your nipples, before sucking. He did the same to the other one, pinching the left out one with his fingers, making you wiggle your hips against his. He got the message, leaving kisses down your abdomen, dark hues on yours as he pressed a single peck to each of your hip bones. Your hands fell to his cheekbones, holding his face in your hands, as he smiled gently up at you.

“Hey pretty girl.”

You twisted your face, “Stop.”

He furrowed his brows, eyes glinting.

“I can’t. You’re so pretty.”

Covering your face with your hands again, you heard him chuckle at your shyness, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties—and dragged them down your legs. Afterwards, he gripped both of your thighs, and spread them apart. Your hands fell to the sheets as you looked down at him, breathing heavier, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing a single kiss to the area above your pearl. Your hips jolted, making him smirk, “What do you want?”

You gulped, “Kiss me.”

His eyes flickered.

“I am, baby.”

You let out a huff, growing frustrated. You wanted him to go down on you; but he knew you were to afraid to say it out loud. Pushing your hips upwards, he held them down with his palm pressing on your abdomen, tilting his head, “Come on. Use your words, Y/N. Don’t be such a baby.”

“Kiss me down there,” you whimpered, eyes stinging with tears at how horny you were. Especially when you smoked—your lust was always on overdrive. His smirk grew at the desperate pleas you gave him, “Come on, Ellie. Wanna feel good for you, only you. Want you to—“

“You want me to eat your pussy?”

Your words got caught in your throat, stuttering as he chuckled with his teeth, before nodding, “Say it.”

“El—“

His eyes hardened, “Say it or I won’t.”

You knew he was serious, especially with how his smile had slightly faded. Your chest rose, breasts bouncing, as you decided that your pride wasn’t important anyways, “Eat my pussy, please.”

“Okay,” he muttered, not wasting anymore time, but you didn’t miss the smug look on his face before he bent his head downwards, licking a flat stripe up your slit. Your juices gathered on his tongue, which he then pointed, circling around your clit before closing his lips around it. Shaky breaths left you as his lips became glossed with your cum, him humming as your taste coated his tongue. He used his fingers to spread your folds apart, before flicking at your clit repeatedly, the wet muscle making your lips fall open into a loud moan.

Holy fuck, that felt really good. He didn’t do that before.

Your back arched as your toes curled in pleasure, hot flashes of white floating behind your eyelids as you shook under his tongue, “Oh my god,” you cried out when his tongue slipped into your wet hole, nose hitting your clit, as he began to thrust it between your pulsing walls. He wiggled it in there, before pulling it back out, using his finger instead. Your walls burned at the stretch, his thumb rubbing at your bud, as he looked up at you. Your juices covered his chin, “Feels so fucking good, hmph—“

“Yeah? You like when I lick your pussy?” He cooed, kissing the inside of your thigh, making your eyes good in pleasure. The chord within you was beginning to explode, feet digging into his shoulder blades as you rode his fingers slightly, “My pretty girl looks close. Are you? Gonna show me how much you wanted me?”

Your hands flew to your breasts, holding them, as you let out a shout. His lips flew back to your clit, sucking crudely, causing the knot to break in your tummy. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came onto his tongue, trying to get away from it, but he kept following your hips. His name kept leaving you as you convulsed, then when it began to slow down, he pulled his finger out—slurping on it loudly. Your closed your legs, chest stuttering, as you tried to ground yourself again.

“Hm,” he hummed, running his finger up your slit, making you jolt, and licking more of your cum, “My favorite meal.”

Your hands flew to his face, pulling him up, and crashed your lips against his. You tasted the bitter, tangy sweetness of your juices on his lips, turning you on even more. His hands removed his boxers, but you pushed them away, wrapping your tiny hand around his big cock before he pulled away—eyes flying over to his cock in your grasp, “Go ahead, it’s all yours,” he muttered, watching with intent eyes as you rubbed the head over you slit, “Put it in. Take your time though, I am big, remember?”

Giggling, he chuckled at your reaction, before you both gasped at the same time—his head slipping in between your gushing folds. Both of his hands fell on either side of you, your eyes glossy from his size, as his half-lidded eyes looked down at you, “Give me—a second,” you muttered, and he nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. His length stretched you all over again, leaving an ache in your cervix, and waited a moment. Then, you nodded, “Okay. Go head.”

His hips rolled against yours, making you let out a cry, pleasure spiking into your pussy. His big hands roamed your body, never staying in one place, as his lips connected to your neck. Nipping at your sweet spot, his teeth sunk into the flesh, pain going straight to your core. Your walls fluttered around him as the aftermath, making him groan into your skin, “I’m gonna ruin you,” he rasped, “No one else is going to fuck you like I can, baby.”

You agree.

“C’mere and kiss me properly,” he muttered, joining your lips bag together. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he fucked into you—but kept the pace slow and sensual. You felt so full. Elliot was familiar, which made all this feel natural. You were so in sync with one another, colors flying around you as time stopped for this event. Violins played in your ears as you gave all your love to him, leaving your with nothing but your soul and body. Your skin heated up against his sweaty flesh, inner thighs becoming sore from how much you tensed up, only for him.

Each thrust he gave you, it was love. He didn’t have to say it—you felt it. Warm energy surrounding you, making your head dizzy, as he groaned against your mouth. His fingers slid down your stomach and reached your clit, rubbing the slick pearl, “Ellie,” you cried out against his lips, “I’m gonna cum—!”

“Come for me baby, been so good for me.”

“I love you—!”

The world shattered. You had never cum this hard before. Feeling all his love, his emotions, it was too much for you. He held you against him, lips massaging yours, as your core tightened your grip on his cock. He rubbed your cheek as you went through your high, but he let out a choked groan, getting close to his, “Please,” you whispered, wanting him to feel good too. “Come, Ellie. I have you.”

He pulled out, pulling himself quickly, before his nose dug into the crook of your neck, “Holy shit,” he gasped before coming, white liquid spilling onto your lower stomach. He shook as your hands rubbed his back up and down, soothingly, as he came back down. His hot breath shaking, fanning your skin, he pulled his head up to look down at you. You smiled up at him as he responded to your declaration of love you had announced when you came,

“—till the end of time, Y/N.”

Your chest turned hot. He pressed a peck to your lips as your fingers flew to your neck, eyes rounding, before pushing him off of you.

“You gave me hicke—Elliot!”

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[heatheniousmaterials]

Build Your Ideal Fæ Self

What's up mothers & fuckers? I'm back on my bullshit! In case you don't know, this is an irregular series around here where you can make yourself a monster OC. We've done vampires & werewolves already (check the #make yourself a monster tag on my blog to see them). Tonight's fine dining is fæ! Idk what I'll be making next, probably either demon, angel, or cyborg. All three are in the works atm. YES, I know cyborgs aren't monsters, but let's be honest, fæ kinda aren't either. Stfu & deal with it. I can't help that I'm a transhumanist with a fetish for robot arms.

Rules for Nerds:

You have $3 to spend on attributes. Flaws cost a negative amount of money, essentially refunding you, so more flaws = more benefits

You can't take redundant or contradictory flaws or abilities

Read carefully & follow any special instructions in each section

TERFs aren't fæ, can't be fæ, & never will be fæ. Seriously get the fuck off my page. If you haven't gotten it through your thick skull yet: I'M TRANS. Nobody wants you here. Actually, Seriously, Genuinely: TERFs fuck off.

Have fun! :)

Fæ Laws (rules you are bound by & can never break):

Cannot harm a guest or your host: -$2

Cannot enter a place unless invited: -$3

Cannot harm someone unless they harm you first: -$2

Cannot lie: -$7

Cannot break promises if you give them 3 times: -$1

Cannot break promises at all: -$2

You cannot insult anyone unless they insult you first: -$1

If you receive a gift, you must immediately give one of equal value in return: -$6

You cannot steal (except from someone who owes you a debt, for the purposes of repaying that debt): -$2

If you are in debt to someone, you must do anything they tell you to if they erase some or all of your debt in exchange: -$3

You cannot do anything for free: -$1

You are under the command of a greater fae, & must do their bidding: -$4

Limitations:

Can't cross salt lines (even by teleportation): -$2

Can't see anyone wearing all green: -$3

Can't leave a certain area (such as being bound to a single tree or forest): -$8

Can't use your powers during a specific time of year (such as the Winter Solstice): -$1

Can't use your powers during a specific time of month (such as the new moon): -$2

Can't use your powers during a specific time of day (such as noon): -$3

Your power waxes & wanes, growing weaker during certain periods (like decreasing in the winter & only being full power in the summer, or growing stronger/weaker with the phases of the moon): -$2

Weaknesses:

Cold Iron bypasses immunities: -$1

Iron burns you: -$3

Salt burns you: -$5

Gold kills you: -$6

If a certain tree or item is destroyed, you become sick & die: -$6

Fæ Perks (relatively minor powers, abilities, & skills; 2 for $1):

Extremely beautiful

So beautiful it literally blinds people

Very nimble & graceful

Wings (can fly)

Ageless

Great musical skill

Speak multiple languages

Speak every language -- counts as 2

Superhuman speed

High superhuman speed -- counts as 2

Immune to disease

Immune to poison

Don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe

Peak human strength

Weapon skill (such as with bows, rapiers, & shillelaghs)

Can't be harmed by mortal weapons -- counts as 2

Perfect Darkvision

Can't be fooled by illusions

Magic sense

Infrared vision

Immune to 1 type of magic (ex. sleep, charm, magical fire, etc)

Nature Magic:

Control over plants: +$2

Can create or revitalize plants: +$3

Can talk to plants: +$1

Control over animals: +$3

Can talk to animals: +$1

Animals won't attack you: +$1

Can talk to natural formations (such as stones, rivers, etc): +$1

Illusion Magic:

You can't be perceived unless you explicitly want to be: +$15

Can turn invisible: +$8

Can hide in natural terrain: +$4

Can hide in foliage: +$2

Shape-shifting (any humanoid): +$3

Shape-shifting (any humanoid or animal): +$6

Shape-shifting (any living thing): +$9

Shape-shifting (any living or nonliving thing): +$12

Wanderer's Magic:

Moving through underbrush or other plants never slows you down or hurts you: +$1

Natural phenomenon (deep snow, rocks, etc) doesn't slow you down or hurt you: +$2

You move silently in all terrain: +$3

You don't leave footprints or other traces of your presence: +$1

Teleportation Magic:

Can teleport from 1 tree to any other of that type within 500 miles: +$3

Can teleport from 1 tree to any other of that type in the world: +$9

Can teleport within line of sight: +$2

Can teleport anywhere you envision within 500 feet: +$4

Can teleport anywhere you can envision: +$14

Can move in & out of the Fæwyld very quickly (1 mile traveled there is 8 miles in our world, and/or time may move weird there): +$1

Miscellaneous Magic:

Healing: +$2

Speeding up/slowing down the passage of local time: +$5

Can create & control storms & other weather: +$3

Can put people to sleep: +$1

[jarofstyles]

let's take a fluff break 😌 we know what y/n did for nerd!harrys birthday, but what would he do for hers? <3

AHHHH FLUFF!

So for Nerdy H, he would do something sentimental.

———

“Can I take this off yet?” She giggled, feeling that it was warm outside. It was nearly night time but Harry had coaxed her out of the house in a blindfold, not allowing it off until they got to their destination.

“Almost. Just… stand there and don’t move.” He laughed at the vision of Y/N in her blindfold. He was working on the finishing touches of the birthday surprise he had made for her. He was a bit of a perfectionist, and when it came to her…. It was even worse. All he wanted was to make her happy. And while she always said that anything he did would mean the most because it was from him, he wasn’t satisfied with that. He wanted her to have the best she ever possibly could. As soon as he was satisfied, he turned around.

“Okay.” His nerves could be heard in his voice as he gently untied the blindfold with his nimble fingers, letting out a shaky sigh as she opened her eyes and began to look around.

Harry had set up movie night for them at the lookout. A place he brought her when he was feeling specially romantic, overlooking the lake and the foothills of the mountains of their town, the beautiful view was nearly uninterrupted at night and the best view of the stars. He had come before and set up some balloons, and he had a large projector screen off to the side. The car was parked with the trunk open and blankets and pillows lining the back, his Range Rover coming in handy for it. The small picnic table was lined with a soft yellow tablecloth, her favorite snacks and a cooler to the side with fancy bottled lemonade she liked.

“I hope you like it… I know that you really wanted to have a movie night under the stars again, and I was hoping to go to a drive in up I know you like privacy so I-“ Harry’s explanation was cut off by a pair of lips and warm hands cupping his cheeks. A squeak of shock was given against them before he realized what was happening, calming slightly. His hands went to her waist and he let out a laugh before returning the kiss, pulling her into him.

He barely was able to pull away, as soon as he was apart, being attacked with kisses all over his face which had him laughing. Her kisses had his face flushing and nerves unbundling from his stomach. It had to be a good sign.

“Oi! I hope… this means you like it?” He laughed, looking at her face as he caught it in his large hands.

She was over the moon.

Everything was just further proof that Harry listens. No one knew how rare it was until they found someone who did. Harry, her sweet, nerdy and thoughtful boyfriend was the epitome of perfection to her. He was soft spoken and calm, and he was goofy in his own right. People may not understand the appeal, bur she knew him. And she did.

“I love it. I love it so much, Harry.” She whispered, flinging herself into his chest, snuggling in to hug him. All of Y/N’s favorite things. Her food. Her boyfriend. His car (she had a weird attachment to it). “You did this by yourself?”

“Erm… yeah. Mostly. I had my dad help me figure out which projector and screen would be good because I har to get one of those portable generators to get it to work. But everything else… yeah. You said nothing big, no big dinner out.” She hated getting too dressed up and going to snooty places where the food portion was too small anyways. “So… I got us pizza from Frankies… the fried dough stuff. Popcorn, the white cheddar kind, and some candy. And I have presents. The cake is in the display thing.” He blushed as he followed her to go look at it.

It was a Grey and blue cake with Totoro on it, one of her favorites. Some stars were on it and it had her tearing up. He had put so much effort into making this personal for her. It was incredible. How he spent his own money and time putting all of this together for her birthday.

“I can’t believe…. You’re not real.” She said in disbelief before her eyes caught something at the end of the table. It was two canvases and paint. Two easels folded at the end. Offhand, she had mentioned she would love to do one of those painting dates when she saw it on Pinterest while she was laying in bed with him. He remembered it too.

“You aren’t fucking real, Harry Edward. You aren’t. What movie is this?” She whimpered before grabbing him again for another kiss and hug, knocking the air out of him slightly.

Yeah. She was in love with him.

[chikaiomoi]

distracting

characters: dabi (touya) x f!reader

title: distracting

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, skullfucking, degradation, daddy kink, dubcon/noncon, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, breeding kink

synopsis:

you’ve been partnered with touya for a college assignment and damn he wants to ruin your perfect little image. inspired by a quote from this prompt list.

[college au]

“You’re too distracting with your handsome face and... your... everything!”

A smirk spreads onto his features when the words spill from your lips. Touya leans against his doorway, arm against the frame, head tilted down to hold your gaze. “Is that so?” he hums.

“Y-yes!” You huff, hands planted on your hips, glaring at him with a pout that he wants to kiss so badly.

He doesn’t want to date you. No, no, no. To Touya, you’re nothing more than a conquest - a goody-two-shoes that he wants to defile. He wants to ruin you, to break you until you’re nothing but a slutty mess begging for his cock. He wants you writhing on his bed, legs spread, makeup smudged, eyes teary. He wants you absolutely fucked out. 

“Well, dollface, why don’t you come in and show me just how handsome you think I am?” he says, but he knows that won’t work. You’re not the kind of girl to bend over that easily, and that is what he finds so fun. He’s been wearing you down for weeks now. When the two of you were partnered for your college assignment, he rolled his eyes, but now? It was a blessing in disguise. Back then, he hadn’t known how cute your blush was when embarrassed, or how utterly addicting the quiet noises you made were when you think he’s not there.

Touya wants nothing more than to turn this nerd into a cock-hungry slut.

As expected, your cheeks turn beet-red. “N-no way! That’s... As if I’d just drop to my-”

He’s sick of wasting time, now. You fancy him, he wants to fuck you - it’s now or never. 

He yanks you in, his large hand grasping your wrist firmly. The door slams behind you and he shoves you against it, lips crashing against yours. The kiss is hot, hard and completely under Touya’s control. 

Fingers clamp around your jaw as he breaks from the kiss, cerulean eyes meeting yours. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he whispers, voice husky. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, ‘kay?” He waits for your hesitant nod before continuing. “Then I’m going to fuck your little hole until it’s red raw, yeah? If you’re a good girl, I’ll take care of it afterwards.”

You don’t have time to answer before he shoves you to his knees, working his belt with nimble digits. Before you know it, his cock is out before you, thick and throbbing, semi-erect, as if all of the taunting and teasing is almost enough to get him at full mast. Of course it is. There’s nothing in the world that he loves more than teasing girls who blush at the mere mention of sex.

Oh, wait, yes, there’s one thing.

Fucking them.

You take too long wrapping your pretty little lips around his cock, so he speeds it up for you. When your mouth opens, he grasps your hair in a tight hold and thrusts his length into the warmth of your mouth. 

“Fuck...” he groans, feet shuffling on the floor so he stands in a better position. “You don’t know how to suck cock, d’ya?” he asks with a grunt, brushing hair from your face with his free hand. “Fine, I’ll take control.” As if he wasn’t already in control.

He doesn’t care that this isn’t something you’re used to, he’s going to get off how he wants. He fucks your throat with as much vigor as he would any other hole, throbbing balls smacking against your chin. Part of him is tempted to cum down your fucked throat and watch you swallow his load, but he’ll save that for another time. 

You gasp for breath when he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his length. Grasping his shaft, he rubs the saliva all around your mouth with his tip, chuckling as his eyes remain glued on you.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” he coos. “C’mon, on your feet. Go to my room. I don’t want Keigo coming home and seeing your fine ass.” He spanks said fine ass before pushing you towards his bedroom, keen to avoid his roommate’s certain desire to join in.

“Crawl on the bed,” he orders and - oh, you’re such a good girl for him. He’s tempted to praise you from the way you obey him so easily, but not yet; he has to break you before he praises you. 

Your skirt is easy to flip up and your panties are easy to tear away, and his cock is so hard that he doesn’t care about prepping you other than a few swipes of his fingers against your folds.

“Oh?” he chuckles upon feeling the slick damp between your legs. “Did getting skullfucked turn you on, hm?” You say nothing, so he crashes his palm onto your backside. “I asked you a question, bitch.”

You cry out and whimper, toes curling into the bedsheets in a way that almost has him weak at the knees. “Y-yes, Touya...”

Touya smirks. “No, no, no, you don’t get to call me Touya.” He leans down and bites your shoulder, your squeal like music to his ears. “Right now, I’m your master. I’m your owner. I’m your daddy. So, I’ll ask you again. Did getting skullfucked turn you on?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper.

“Mm, good girl.” Barely a second passes before his tip nudges against your hole. His hands hold your hips in a vice-like grip, nails digging into your tender flesh. When he pushes inside you, he watches you like a hawk.

You cry out and curl your fingers into the bedsheets, the grip so tight that your knuckles pale, as if holding on for dear life will make it any easier to take his thick erection. 

“Fuck, you’re tight - shiiit.” His head drops back as he groans, pleasure swimming through every limb. Your walls squeeze and tug on him, as if begging him to utterly destroy you. And because he’s a good master, he obeys your pleading cunt, and he pounds into you as if there’s no tomorrow.

Your cries and moans fill the room and your little pleads for him to slow down or be more gentle are completely ignored. His hips work overtime, the bed rocking, wooden headboard banging so loud on the wall that neighbours next door and below are sure to hear. 

“Take it...” Touya groans, head dropping forward as he wrecks your tight little pussy with his veiny cock. “Take it like a good girl, yeah? Look how you suck me in- fuuuck.” 

Your cries of daddy, daddy, daddy when you cum and writhe on his cock work like magic and he can’t help himself. Not that he ever planned anything different, but he absolutely cannot stop himself from slamming his dick deep into you and spilling his hot load inside you. You protest, but he doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, you’re his and he can breed you if he fucking wants to. 

He pulls out and flops onto the mattress, arms wrapping around you to pull you close to his chest. “Shit, baby doll, think you got me addicted to that cunt.” You’re trembling like a baby deer in headlights, so he strokes your spine with gentle caresses. “Fuck, nearly forgot.” 

Touya lays you on your back and crawls down your body, peppering kisses over you until he reaches the sweet spot between your legs. “I made a promise, didn’t I?” 

Touya always keeps his promises to his good girls.

[oumaheroes]

omo more Prussia headcanons pls. Maybe some abt his relationship with Germany hehe

Okie dokey, here we go.

To start off, I think he's a wonderful character. Like all older characters in Hetalia, he's gone through a real ebb and flow of development and representation over the years- early fandom depictions he was either little more than a bumbling nuisance who 'kesesese'd' in the background, all the way to whiney, annoying, antagonist.

For me, I do see him as having a few of these traits. He a joker, for sure, someone who loves to mess about and play with people and make the most out of a moment. As I mentioned in these headcanons, he says what he thinks without considering or caring about the repercussions and this makes him a very brash personality, which isn’t for everyone.

He's lived a long time, he’s been through a lot of crap, and he's not got time for anyone's bullshit. He wants to enjoy himself and do things that make him happy; Prussia can be plenty serious when the time calls for it but when he doesn't have to be, he's very much of the opinion of 'why should I? That's boring.' He’s had years of boring things, horrible things, sad things, and he’s very much of the opinion that if you have a choice to do something that makes you happy, fucking do it man, the only one stopping you is you. (He’s a very bad influence for self indulgence).

Speaking of boredom, he is someone who can be easily distracted. He's the kinda guy who hyperfixates anf focuses on things to be point of forgetting to eat, but if he doesn't want to do something? Boy, have fun trying to get him to. He's very difficult to engage when he doesn't have any personal interest in an activity or topic, or when he doesn't see the benefit of something/ doesn't care about the benefits.

He's also a Big Nerd. Big big nerd. He has a lot of passionate hobbies that he takes very seriously, like his diaries, and unabashedly enjoys them to the fullest. His diaries are fancy and expensive, and his penmanship is to die for.

He’s not the strongest of guys, but he's very nimble and quick. Definitely what you'd consider to be scrappy when it comes to fighting technique and he gives it his all; he will not go down till he collapses. This, combined with his brilliant tactical abilities, makes him deadly and covers for any deficiency he may have in strength compared to his opponent.

Regarding his relationship with Germany, I think it's one that is very warm and healthy. Unlike certain other nation siblings (*cough*UkBros*cough*) Prussia was, and is, very openly affectionate to Germany and very encouraging of his growth and progress. They spent a lot of time together when Germany was young and Prussia made sure to raise him in a way that supported him, rather than putting him down. Prussia is very patient and good with children- he enjoys being silly, and he also takes them seriously. He's good at recognising what they need him to be and isn't held back by shame when it comes to acting like a big child himself.

Speaking of a big child, does Prussia cause issues sometimes? Yes. Does he stress Germany out to high heaven by digging himself into messy situations that need the government to come in and clean up after him? Oh boy yes. Germany dreads France, Spain, England, or Denmark visiting to spend time with Prussia; bad things will happen and Germany will most likely be woken up in the middle of the night to help them out of whatever drunken nonsense they've got themselves into.

I think @mandelene writes him stunningly well and I love whenever he appears in her work. I feel like she's got the perfect balance of jokey, light hearted dweeb and hugely intelligent and loyal friend, which for me is how Prussia acts regularly with people both young and old, depending on the situation.

His relationship with Germany has gone through rocky patches, the aftermath of WWII being one. Politics and war aside, I think as a person Prussia would have a lot to contend with regarding being dissolved in favour of his younger brother. This area is a difficult one to go into detail about though, and I'm not comfortable openly exploring the whys and hows of politics too much- I'm nowhere near knowledgeable enough to give a well rounded opinion and map it to an anime character (if it even can/ should be done).

I will say though, that for the most part the brothers are good friends as well as family, always have been, and enjoy spending time together as adults.

Prussia's questionable mortality does raise an uncomfortable feeling for Germany though and it is something they Do. Not. Talk. About, and likely won't until it's far too late. Prussia doesn't want to make Germany sad or guilty or awkward, and Germany doesn't want to acknowledge that it's happening, or any of the bad feelings that go along with that. They're not talking about it, which means he can pretend it's not really happening and so it sits between them silently and patiently, twisting Germany's stomach when he notices crow's feet gathering around his brother's eyes.

[kirieshhhka003]

Hi I'm cherry! I'm new to this blog, so I'm just saying hi and asking about a request!

Could you write something NSFW with female Kakyoin (or Jotaro) and a female reader?

I don't see anyone writing this that much, and I am extremely gay for female Kakyoin and Jotaro-

You can also do something fluffy if you're not comfortable! I don't wanna pressure you at all

I hope life has been treating you well recently and you are feeling good about yourself ❤️

- 🍒

I feel like trash but look like cash💸 Thank you for your request, my lovely cherry anon💚

Word count: 1,2k

Pairing: fem! Kakyoin Noriaki x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, clit sucking, pussyeating, school sex

Fuck Physical Education

Noriaki’s slender hand with pretty painted nails trails all over your hips, gripping the soft pudge of your thighs and massaging it softly. You let out a bushed sigh and look at red-haired girl, that is sitting way too close to you, right in the eyes. You can’t overlook a playful leer on her face, her lavender eyes sparkle in desire

- Kakyoin. No, - you say bluntly and clench your hips, squeezing her hand between your thighs and not allowing your classmate continue doing what she wants. You see how her cheeks pout, Noriaki furrows her pretty eyebrows as she looks at you pleadingly and a little bit angrily

- Oh, come on, it’ll take only 15 minutes! We can skip PE, don’t be such a nerd! - red-haired girl replies, releasing her hand from the captivity of your thighs, and then putting it again atop your hip, getting under your school skirt and rucking it up. You look around to check if you are alone in the classroom and then look back at your girlfriend. She leans forward to you, her hot breath scratches the bare skin of your neck and you can smell faint scent of Kakyoin’s sweet perfume

- Everyone’s left to change for PE, we’re all alone here. And guess who has a key from this cabinet? - a wide grin plasters across Noriaki’s face as her hands hike your skirt, revealing the pretty white panties of yours. You again sigh heavily, and reply a little harshly, irritated by red-haired’s persistence:

- Noriaki, it never takes us 15 minutes! - you glare at your classmate and see nothing else but those adorable puppy eyes, Noriaki juts her lower lip into a small cute pout and you just can’t resist this girl anymore. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to settle your feelings down a little, finally giving in

- Okay, fine! But if we’re getting caught - it’s only your fault! - you say and spread your hips a little to give your girlfriend full access to your sex. Red-haired nods intensively a few times and soon her index and middle fingers gently stroke your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, that already has started dumping

You nibble at your bottom lip, inhaling deeply - god, you’re wet already! This red-haired girl drives you crazy! Noriaki leans forward, and the next moment your lips lock in a fervid kiss while her nimble fingers pull your panties to the side, parting slicked folds of your cunny

Your hands clench on Kakyoin’s blazer as her tongue delves in your mouth, making you moan softly in the kiss

- Sit on the desk, - red-haired orders as she pulls back from you, and you obey her words, replacing yourself from the chair to the desk, watching Noriaki standing up and settling between your legs

She grips the hem of your panties, pulling them down, taking this useless for now garment off your body. Noriaki kisses you again, running her tongue along your lower lip and then slightly biting it. You want to run your fingers through her shiny silky hair, but Kakyoin takes your hands in hers, pinning them to the desk

- Hey, don’t ruin my hair! I spent half an hour combing it! - red-haired complains and you only roll your eyes and click your tongue in irritation

Noriaki’s hands come up to your shirt, unbuttoning it and revealing your full breasts, that almost spill out of the cups of your bra. She takes your shirt off and undoes your white lacy bra, cupping your tits with her hands and slightly squeezing the soft pudge in her warm palms

Kakyoin leans to your neck, slowly making her way to your chest with kisses. Her lips cover one of your nipples, licking and slightly sucking on it, while her other hand is rubbing and pinching other mound of flesh, not leaving any part of your body without attention. You whimper beneath her, putting your hand on your throbbing cunny and massaging your clit, what makes your toes curl in pleasure. You hear red-haired’s soft chuckle above your ear as she asks:

- Are you this eager for pleasure? Someone was so stubborn mere minutes ago, - Kakyoin’s lips curl into a nasty leer as she grips your hand and withdraws it from your crotch

Noriaki’s other hand trails up your hips, right to your buttocks, gathering a small dribble of slick coming from your pussy with her fingers. Girl pulls her hand away, bringing it to her full bitten lips, shoving her fingers into her mouth, tasting your juices while keeping an eye contact with you

Your body prickling with heat and desire, you lean closer to her to kiss your classmate wetly, as her fingers swipe down your slicked slit, trailing around your fluttering hole. You whine pitifully in Kakyoin’s mouth, grinding your hips against Noriaki’s hand, and she finally relents, shoving her index and middle fingers into the dump heat of your pussy

Noriaki rubs your swollen clit with her thumb as she starts pounding your cunny with her slender fingers. You roll your eyes back in pleasure, moaning like a cheap whore beneath your girlfriend. Kakyoin slaps her free hand over your mouth to muffle your filthy moans. Noriaki peppers your chest with kisses and bites, slightly nibbling on your nipples and sucking them to dark fullness, leaving a few marks here and there

You let out a loud, full of pleasure moan, as you feel Noriaki shoving third finger inside of your pussy, and it fits without any resistance. Kakyoin fucks you so often, that your cunny is always stretched for her, allowing red-haired to fit three of her fingers inside of you without any preparation

You feel the knot in your belly getting tighter, you start sucking on Kakyoin’s fingers as she speeds up her thrusts, pounding your little pussy harder. By the way your cunny starts clenching on red-haired’s digits, she understands that you are nearing your high

Your classmate sits before you on haunches, so her face is comfortably nestled against your throbbing pussy. Kakyoin takes a wide lick at your swollen clit, enveloping it with her lips, sucking on the sensitive bud of flesh, making you squirm and whine under her touches, as her fingers keep on fucking you into the desk

Orgasm crushes on you so suddenly, washing over you like a tsunami, filling every cell of your body with ineffable pleasure. You start shaking in sweet cramps, straddling Noriaki’s head with your hips and not allowing her to pull back from you, almost suffocating her on your pussy

Kakyoin’s soft sucking on your labia makes you come back to reality, you look down at the girl sitting between your open legs as she eats your pussy out, licking your love juices from your folds. You recline on the desk, enjoying the warmth of Noriaki’s velvet tongue

Red-haired finally pulls back, standing up and crouching over your slightly trembling form, giving you a soft kiss, and you can taste yourself from Noriaki’s lips

- I guess we’re not getting on PE today? - you inquire quietly, your voice is a little hoarse from moaning. You see how Kakyoin’s eyebrows raise and her eyes widens a little, what makes you chuckle softly

- Of course not, we’re not done yet! I didn’t cum and still horny, so you gotta work hard if you want o to get on your lovely PE that badly, - Noriaki replies with a small mockery. You both hate PE, but you both know what can make it thousand times better

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

A Little Indulgence (Spencer Reid x Reader Smut)

Summary: After returning home, Y/N discovers that Spencer has brought back something from prison.

AN: This was part of the smut fic swap in @imagining-in-the-margins's server! I wrote for the gorgeous pal that is @cardigayn <3 love you <3 Reader is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns!

For my SFW fic entry for the swap, check out Valentines Day For Nerds!

Word count: 3.4k words

Content warnings: Knife kink, thigh riding, daddy kink, mild choking, spanking, biting, smangst

Your name: submit What is this?

The sudsy water masked the cutlery from sight, so Y/N’s hands were only submerged for a split second before they retracted with a gasp as sharp as the blade that cut them.

Spencer had acted fast; he found the first aid kit, deftly picking out the bandages in preparation for determining the right size. It had been his fault really. He was the one constantly sharpening the blades. He was never really satisfied with them, even when they could slice an onion without causing tears or rip through a cut of meat like it was wet paper.

The setting sun fanned over the room as Spencer’s nimble fingers wrapped cotton gauze around Y/N’s hand. They checked the pressure on the cut was tight enough. But they were moving on muscle memory alone. His mind had strayed to Y/N reaching carefully into the sink with their intact hand and retrieving the offender from it. Bubbles dripped off the edge, teasing him with its enticing appearance.

The second Y/N was deemed “fine”, Spencer left them alone. He ran for the bathroom and slammed the door. With the lock turned in, he stripped off his stifling clothes until he was free of his tie, his jacket, his shirt. Cold water splashed onto his cheeks didn’t calm him. The mirror fogged up beneath his nose with his deep breaths, in, out, in, out, his forehead against his reflection’s. His eyes were dilated, as he flexed his fingers over the crotch in his pants. A sigh from deep in his chest relieved itself. Things really had changed since Scratch.

He left the tap on to disguise any cry that might wriggle free from him. In all honesty, Spencer half wanted to weep that he was thinking of such things while his partner had injured themselves. He should be helping them, maybe leaving a quick peck on the bandage because Y/N once told him that a kiss on a cut defied science and made everything better.

His mind cast itself towards self-destruction and a horrendous link between himself and a young man he once knew. Nathan Harris, trapped in his mind, so aware that what he was feeling and thinking was morally wrong, but the poor kid still felt it and he nearly succumbed to it.

Spencer wanted to know if he was still institutionalised. Perhaps if he was more like Gideon, Spencer would have kept track of the victims their cases had come across.

Gideon.

Victims.

He wasn’t a victim. He refused. It was just a small cut from a kitchen knife. It wasn’t as if he was harming anyone. Yet.

He wasn’t Gideon. He wasn’t going to run away with just a note in his absence.

“Spencer?”

Three raps at the door, Spencer heard from Y/N on the other side. He forced one more slow breath out before he unlocked the bathroom door and ripped it open.

“Are you ok?” Y/N’s gaze dropped to his pants then back to his eyes – just for a second but Spencer noticed.

His voice was low as he replied, “I’m alright.”

As if in slow motion, his hand reached out for theirs. They noticed but did not make a comment at his speed. They let him take it, and his thumb grazed over the plaster that covered their injury.

“Are you?” He asked just as quietly.

Y/N looked down again, saw the strain in his trousers. Spencer watched them with cautious arousal as they connected the dots at lightning speed.

“I’m alright,” They said, their voice surprisingly steady as they strained to keep looking at his eyes, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

They were so genuine. They wanted the best for him. They would do anything for him.

“Maybe not help.”

Confusion crinkled their brow, “What then?”

He should stop here. He should keep what his limits were here a mystery. He shouldn’t.

“Indulge me.”

And he pressed his thumb hard on the cut.

From Y/N, Spencer drew an inhale that was sharper than the knife that cut them. It fuelled his intentions, his other hand brushing their hair over their shoulder before it settled on their throat. It stroked gently, not forceful – for now.

Their body instinctively moved closer, barely an inch but it was enough to tell Spencer two things. One: Y/N was willing to let this play out. Two: their right arm was too far behind their back to be considered comfortable.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” Spencer kept watch of them as his hand slid along their arm, across their trembling skin until he found their fist holding the accused knife. His entire body slumped with a sigh against them. Carefully, he coaxed them to ease the grip and took the handle into his own power. He saw their throat wobble as they swallowed.

“You ought to be more careful with these.” Spencer held the blade up in the space between them, his reflection more assured now. Y/N was staring at it too, so lost in its splendour that their chest jumped in surprise when Spencer released their throat to fist at their flimsy shirt and pull them closer.

“You’re not particularly attached to this one, are you? Use your words.” He reminded them when they shook their head.

“No,” Y/N whispered and their stomach sucked in as Spencer pierced the shirt with the tip of the blade.

Their bottom lip shook and Spencer restrained his urge to bite it as he said, “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I do.” The knife began gliding up the shirt as though it were warm butter.

Spencer continued, “You know, unless I wanted to. Unless you wanted me to.”

Y/N nodded, barely though, “I do know.”

“Because you wouldn’t have brought me this if you didn’t know that. But you do. You know just what I need.”

The blade caught at the end of the shirt, stuck for just a second before it flicked up and broke the final links of fabric. The tip of the knife caught on Y/N’s chin and stayed there to sting it. They were shaking. One more shiver out of place and the skin would break but there was no tension in their shoulders or panicked panting. They were as collected as they could be with all their attention on the blade.

“You can’t take your eyes of it either,” Spencer sighed. He was almost jealous of it, but something about this knife was truly captivating. Right now, he was feeling like he was holding it for the first time again – because Y/N was feeling its effects for the first time.

His breath was agitated as he whispered to them, “Tell me you want this too. Please.”

“Daddy,” and Spencer felt his stomach twist with absolute joy as Y/N spoke, “I want this.”

His fist released them, and he watched the confusion cross their face. It was soon replaced with bashfulness as he shamelessly looked at their chest, drinking in how it was framed in the tatters of their shirt. A minor inner conflict ensued as he forced himself to take his time moving from the en suite to the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Once comfortable, the knife lolled in a controlled bounce between his fingers.

“Take that off. Come here.”

After a moment’s processing, Y/N quickly shed the shirt and took the initiative to remove the rest of their clothes. But not their underwear, they knew Spencer liked to be the one to take those off. They knelt over his lap, awaiting his next instruction. One that Spencer was all too happy to give.

“Get off on my thigh.”

Y/N took matters into their own hands when it came to wriggling off Spencer’s trousers and underwear, not even bothering to take them completely off before they straddled his thigh and began grinding against his bare skin. His cock rested against his belly, twitching at the occasional brushing up against the enthusiastic Y/N and leaking eagerly. As his own form of torture, Spencer refused to touch it or ask Y/N to do so. All he could touch was Y/Nand the knife’s handle. He pulled them closer with a hand on their hip. It guided them in their motions once they noticed the knife was at their throat, and their head leant back as they moaned, exposing more for Spencer to target.

Control after such chaos, it was just what he needed. As he dropped his head into Y/N’s chest and kissed the swell of their soft breasts, he lowered the knife. He controlled the danger Y/N was in, and they let him control it. They trusted him, even if he didn’t completely trust himself.

“Spencer? Daddy?”

Y/N touched their nose to Spencer’s, seeking out the answer to why his grip had slacked. He also noted that Y/N had stopped grinding onto his thigh.

Spencer gave into temptation and he bit down on that delicious bottom lip of theirs. It was sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted with the moan from their throat as a garnish. The knife rested at the slope of their neck.

He released their lip to murmured against it, “I could fuck you with the handle.”

Their nose bumping against his as they shook their head, Y/N whined, “No.”

“No?” Eyebrows raised at the audacity they had, to use him then deny his words.

But then Y/N opened their eyes, pleading with them as they said, “Next time.”

They were touching his hand now, the same spot where they had cut themselves and their bandage pressed into each other with their fingers linked.

“I want your cock in me now, and I want you to hold the knife against me. Please, Daddy.”

All sense of Spencer’s gorgeous hazel eyes was lost as two rings around his pupils. His jaw went slack as he processed their request, his laboured breath falling from his lips. Finally, he took in a deep breath, straightening up his back and resuming his role as the Dominant again.

“You’re getting really greedy, baby. You should watch your mouth.”

Y/N continued to plead with their puppy dog eyes, leaning close to him. Their bodies were pressed as close as they could be. Spencer’s trousers were still frustratingly in the way so he kicked them off.

Luckily for Y/N, Spencer was greedy too. The promise of “next time” is what let them off their backtalk this time.

He quickly unhooked Y/N’s bra, letting them be the impatient one to throw it aside. His sitting position adjusted itself against the headboard before he allowed them to sit in his lap again. Once comfortable, he dotted their chest with purple, the knife keeping their back arched into him.

Their panties were grazed by the knife before they were merely pushed aside and Spencer stroked through their lips with a tactile fingertip, sharing a groan from how wet they were. He could never tire of that, or of Y/N sinking down on him, how warm and welcoming they were, how they clung to him like a limpet.

Y/N began to move. Every motion was more longing and enrapturing than the last, Spencer finding it hard to keep up and hold back. His free hand continued rubbing on their thigh, spanking their skin and counting each one until the spot beneath his palm was red. Every time, Y/N gasped and jumped, the blade pressing harder into them.

“Touch yourself,” Spencer rasped against their skin. He leant back to make way for their clumsy fingers, rubbing at themselves covetously.

“Please, Daddy.” Y/N cut themselves off and their cheek found the flat side of the blade to press itself against, now warm from their flushed contact, “Can I cum please?”

“Yes, you can, cum for me.”

The need to meet them in completion overpowered him and Spencer abandoned the knife to grab them with both hands, fucking into them harder as they cried out for him. Their nails dragged across his shoulders and he welcomed the pain from each fingertip. It only spurred him to move faster.

“I’m gonna fill you up.”

Y/N nodded eagerly, their stamina waning before picking back up at the notion, meant in no time at all he was keeping his word. They beautifully reached their orgasm with Spencer’s fingers tight around their throat once more, bringing on his own orgasm soon after with their snug cunt milking his cock for all it was worth.

Using his grip on their neck, Spencer pulled Y/N down against his lips and slurred into their mouth, “Thank you.”

Then he lifted his hips up, enjoying the pleasure flaring up as he did so. His shuffling down the bed was lacklustre but it worked enough for when he fell onto his back. Bringing Y/N with him, he could feel his cock slide out of them and something warm and wet dribble onto the top of his leg. If only he had the energy to plug it back in there, push it back with his tongue. All he could do now was lift himself up a little, reach over Y/N and pull their underwear back into place. As Y/N said earlier, “next time”.

“Thank you.” Spencer brushed Y/N’s hair off their back, letting it tangle with his. “Thank you. You’re so good to me.”

“And so are you… D’you need anything?”

“I’m good, you?”

“Me too.”

As his arms spread out on the bed, Spencer’s right elbow found the knife again. Too late, it was sliding off the edge, a muted clatter against the carpet reaching their ears just moments later. A few seconds later, Y/N lifted off him, their sweaty skin clinging to each other as if to plead for them to stay, but it was Spencer who let out the noise of complaint this time. Y/N was quick though. They simply moved the knife into the bedside drawer and closed it before landing beside Spencer, wriggling to get that proximity once again.

Spencer found himself kissing the palm that cradled his face, breathing it in, plaster and skin and all. Soon he was curling into them, his face hidden in their neck as he wrapped his body around them. There were a few more grunts as sporadic pangs of pleasure rippled through them both, until they finally settled still. Y/N combed their fingers through Spencer’s thick hair, tugging just how he liked it.

He didn’t know really how to describe it. He just felt warm.

“Spencer?” Y/N’s voice was a little above a whisper, a crack chipping the last syllable.

“Yeah?”

“Would you…” They tilted their chin up to the ceiling. Spencer didn’t push; he gave them time, just as they had done, to answer.

“Would you let me shave you one day, please? With the straight razor?”

Spencer’s smile grew back on his face, “Of course.”

“And would you use the knife handle on me next time please?”

“Why were you more nervous about asking to shave me?” Spencer kissed where a faint ring of teeth marks met their neck, feeling it rumble with their giggling.

“I don’t know!” They covered their eyes with their hand.

To encourage them to come back out of their little shame cave, Spencer kissed where his lips fell and nodded, “Yes, next time, I’ll use the handle, Y/N.”

“We’ll have to make sure you don’t cut yourself.”

They cared for his wellbeing. He should too.

For now, at least, things weren’t so bad. Clarity from his orgasm told him that the guilt would set in by tomorrow. But he’d address it then and let the final dregs of their indulgence rock him to sleep.

  ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 BONUS

Tonight was a transaction. Spencer was midway through his side of the bargain – keeping Y/N comfortable. They didn’t seem to mind the granite of the countertop pressing into their back as Spencer ate them out with gusto, his knees protected by a pillow against the tiled kitchen floor. His hair was tugged at the roots. Sometimes he felt Y/N’s heel tap against his back as they balanced on one foot to use the other to bring him closer. It was largely ineffective, but it pleased him that they weren’t completely in control of their needy actions.

His lips parted from theirs, and they whined at the cool gentle air he blew against them. They both knew that Y/N knew they weren’t allowed to cum without permission. They both knew that this wasn’t the end. But only Spencer knew where this was going next.

Leaning back on his heels, he pulled open the drawer beside Y/N. His hands were careful as they retrieved the knife he was after. He’d memorised its place in that drawer. Once again, Y/N was trapped in a stare. Their gaze followed the knife with confusion as Spencer began to wrap a hand towel around the blade.

When Spencer caught sight of this, he raised an eyebrow and waved the handle around in a circle. “You did say next time.”

A hint of guilt crawled around in his gut. Perhaps they would think he was pressuring them to keep a promise they made in a daze of hormones.

But Y/N simply whispered, “I did. I also said we’d have to make sure you don’t cut yourself.”

“I’ve thought about this already,” Spencer said as his fingers held the blade - safely encased by the towel.

“Me too.”

With his eyes as wild as his hair, Spencer moved the end of the handle across their sex, tentatively stroking it across where their cum and his spit met. Then he took a leisurely pace to push it inside them. His eyes fixated on the way they clenched around it, unconsciously wanting more while they restrained their other movements with stiff knuckles grasping at the countertop.

“How’s that feel?” Spencer said quietly, his hot breath hitting their skin as hard as the curves of the handle pressed against their walls.

Through their exhale, Y/N replied, “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” Spencer began pulling the knife out slowly once it reached halfway inside of them, “Not as good as me though.”

“No, never.”

Right answer.

He pushed it back in, until the edge of the blade was an inch from their soaked sex. Then he released it.

“Spenc-”

“Stop. Keep it there. I know you can.”

The hand towel dropped, untangled and fell off the blade.

Spencer leant back again and watched how the blade quivered with them now, reacting to their body just as they reacted to it. “Careful now. If you don’t hold it still, you could cut yourself.”

Y/N let out a groan of frustration but they listened to his demands. Soon the knife was near still. There was still a familiar tremble that shifted it from inside of them, but it was nothing to worry about yet. Licking his lips, a hint of their taste still on them, Spencer reached out to their clit and began rubbing it. He delighted in Y/N’s groans.

“That’s it, keep that cunt tight.” Eyes still on them, he pulled out from his underwear his cock and stroked his hands in time together. It thrilled him to no end, his pleasure only increased by theirs. “Does it feel good?”

“Daddy, please,” Y/N bit their lip, unable to look at what Spencer was doing to them.

“Look at you, trying to keep that still in you, all tense, when I’m teasing your pretty clit. What’s it like knowing you want more but you can’t have it?”

They were struggling, the blade slipping out millimetre by millimetre despite their best efforts. Their hips jerked as they would when riding him. But their thighs were forced apart lest the shining metal between them bite worse than their Daddy. They were simply too aroused to do a better job, poor baby.

“You know how I like looking at them.”

Spencer leant close, breathing in their earthy smell, and he pressed a kiss on their clit. His lips parted for him to lick at it twice, to feel their most sensitive parts twitch against his mouth again. He looked at their face as his finger found the blunt tip of the knife and pushed the handle back up into them. Y/N’s mouth fell open, a ragged gasp shaking at the back of their throat. Spencer looked back at the knife just in time to see a drop of their cum slip down the edge of it. His cock twitched. His teeth bared in a smile.

“But this view is my favourite.”

[lupizora]

Howling At The Moon

This was written for JDKoopa for the Camp Kacchako server's anniversary~ ♥

Haven't written for these idiots in a while and I can't explain to you guys why I specifically picked this obscure AU. It's like when you're watching something while working on a fic and the crossover/fusion just writes itself. Tried to give this the teenage supernatural comedy vibe of the original show (especially with the Bakusquad's dialogue), but I don't know what this ended up being in the end tbh. I'll maybe write the rest of this AU eventually to explain how it all came to be, as this feels like the last part of a series/resolution kind of fic.

I hope you like it! ^w^

Genre: Humour/Fluff

Pairing: Kacchako

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,636

Summary: Battling monsters is easy. Confessing to your crush without wolfing out is not.

Breaking someone's nose could be such an exhilarating feeling. Of course, there are better things than that in the world for Bakugou Katsuki. Like getting the top place in anything he tried or the sort of spicy meal that would leave a pleasant burn on his lips. Ever since Katsuki became a werewolf though, hearing how an opponent's nose broke while receiving only dull pain in return had a different appeal to it. Even more so, when whatever he was fighting didn't look human at all. Saved him from the need to justify his violent impulses.

The Nomu thrust a foot back to keep itself upwards. For such a massive creature, it sure was nimble enough.

So much for knocking it out, Katsuki thought with a click of his tongue.

"Watch out!"

The warning came late though. Something smashed against his back, splinters scattering in a cloud around him. Katsuki didn't stumble forward, didn't cry out, didn't show any sign this had affected him.

He simply cracked his neck as if trying to ease up a crick there. "Feeling daring, huh?" he growled, turning around.

His attacker swayed. Dropping the chair's remnants, the Nomu collapsed sideways to reveal a disheveled Ochako. She shot a wobbly smile before her eyes widened in alarm.

Not wasting time, Katsuki jumped. The bulky arm trying to smash his head into the ground shattered the tiles of the hallway instead. Landing against its midnight blue skin, Katsuki dashed towards the head. The Nomu tried to catch him with his other arm. He somersaulted and slashed at the back of the creature's neck, sending it to join its fallen comrade.

After the tremors subsided, Ochako bounced to him. "We did it!"

"Yeah," he said. "Who would have thought that's their weak spot. Are they Titans or something?"

She giggled. "You always come up with the weirdest things, Mr. Wolfman."

It was equally comforting and embarrassing that she still didn't know his human identity. He had to defend his inner nerd twice as much.

"Whatever." Katsuki crossed his arms. "What were you doing here this late anyway?"

"I told you. I forgot something in class."

"Couldn't it wait for tomorrow? School is dangerous after hours."

"But I can always count on you to keep me safe," she said.

The words hung in the space between them, more tangible than anything they've exchanged in the past. Sure, Katsuki wouldn't leave anyone to die on school grounds. This was his turf and he'd defend it with his pride on the line. But Ochako hadn't been a nameless extra for quite some time. He couldn't keep denying this fact.

"Listen—"

Ochako jolted as if something dawned on her. "I-I didn't want to i-impose," she said flailing her hands. Her already rosy cheeks had flushed a brilliant red. "Just forget I said anything!"

Before Katsuki could reply, the monsters at their feet started stirring.

"Shit's fucking regenerating." He grabbed her arm, dragging Ochako after him. "Gotta go."

"We have to stop them!"

"You return to the dorms and I will deal with them."

"Can you at least hear me out?" Dropping her weight in the opposite direction, she forced him to look back at her. "I have an idea."

Her brilliant plan was to become bait and lure the Nomu into the school's outdoor pool. From previous encounters, it was clear that the creatures didn't fare well with water. Katsuki was to prevent them from leaving after they reached the pool and potentially shove them into it.

He didn't like this idea one bit. But she had explained it with such blunt confidence that he couldn't refuse her from giving it a try.

Things went well at first like they always do. The monsters followed Ochako like starved animals, stumbling into the enclosed courtyard without destroying any walls. It should come to no one's surprise that it all went downhill from there.

Katsuki had just finished securing the door when a shout pierced the silence. Realizing he'd have to take the long way around, lest he wanted to let it all go to waste, he cursed under his breath and made a run for it. His body felt like it was made of lead, heart hammering in his chest from anxiety.

The chain fence couldn't appear any slower. When it did, he started climbing before even catching his breath. Through the metal links, he saw the creatures had cornered Ochako near the springboard. She was so tiny compared to them. This fact made Katsuki's stomach knot and he doubled his efforts to reach her.

It gathered her attention, some kind of resolve flashing in her brown eyes. Ochako threw away the pipe in her hands. It clanged against the cement, distracting the monsters for a split second. Using that window of opportunity, she dashed onto the springboard and leaped with the Nomu in tow.

Time slowed down. The underwater lights doused Ochako in every shade of cyan. Her form was perfect. Nothing less than one would have expected from a former gymnastics' athlete. She floated midair, almost like magic, as if gravity meant nothing to her and this little world she had created. The moment was ruined when Katsuki realized she was going to hit the water in time with the creatures.

He crossed the distance in seconds. His wolf feet skidded against the floor when a pillar of water shot out of the pool. It sprayed on them like a drizzle. Securing the girl in his arms, Katsuki observed the Nomu struggling to crawl out. They were already dissolving though. Soon enough, there were blotches of mud spread thin against the water's surface.

Relief mixed with pride swelled in his chest. He wanted to boast at the one who kept sending these losers, that they've been owned by the most ballsy girl he had the honor of knowing.

"What were you thinking?!" He yelled at Ochako instead. "That was reckless as hell!"

"I knew you'd catch me."

"Don't go putting your faith in random strangers."

"And here I thought we are friends," Ochako said with a tired smile.

Katsuki didn't try to rebuke her words. His sensitive ears picked rushed footsteps approaching their direction. "Security is onto us," he warned.

"Then, put me down so we can get out of here."

"It'd be faster if I carried you."

Tightening her hold around his shoulders, she buried her face into the crook of his neck. "O-okay."

A couple of short minutes later, they were in front of their class' dormitory. Katsuki sighed. It had been quite a long night. He couldn't wait to crash on his bed and sleep in; not having to worry about classes since it was the weekend. But he still couldn't bring himself to let go of Ochako. Her body seemed pliable under his touch, soft and tough like the dough of her favorite mochi sweets.

"Um…can ya put me down now?"

He did, immediately regretting it. Not sure what exactly, but he did. "You should get inside. They are going to search here next."

"Right." Ochako scratched the back of her head, ruffling her hair even further. "It was...nice."

"Be more careful next time."

"You too."

Katsuki scoffed. "I'm not the one searching for trouble."

"I don't search—" The security guard's whistle cut her sentence short. "Hold that thought for next time," she said and climbed the stairs in a rush. "See ya!"

When the edge of her skirt disappeared behind the double doors, he let his raised hand drop. Now, how am I gonna get inside without running into her again?

Sneaking into his—formerly estranged—childhood friend's room, just so he could return into his quarters, wasn't ideal. It might have given weird ideas to the guy. For example, that Katsuki wanted to discuss his love life with him. Izuku rarely pried on the matter. If anything, after Katsuki found a new appreciation for Mother Nature and her calls, Izuku fancied himself into a Monsterologist. Sometimes though, while updating his ever-in-progress Monster Encyclopedia, Izuku would have a flash of inspiration for the human condition.

"—so, they can be hurt, but they'll regenerate in a matter of minutes. Since they dissolve into a muck, maybe the material has an additional will of its own. Can't be simple Golems then. How did you find water is their ultimate weakness?" he asked.

Katsuki snapped to attention. "Uraraka hosed one of them a while back. Fucker lost an arm and didn't pop another one right away."

"I see. Makes sense." Izuku nodded, his curls bouncing at the movement. "I have to say though…Her latest plan sounded risky."

"I know right?!" Katsuki threw his arms in the air. "That girl is insane! I wonder if your reckless streak is rubbing onto her. You hang around her an awful lot."

"That's mean, Kacchan." He side-glanced at him over the edge of his notebook. "I think you're just jealous."

"Huh? Of who?" Noticing the raised eyebrows, it dawned on him. "You? Ha, good one."

Izuku shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."

"Don't get confused, Deku. I ain't wishing to be in your shoes and never will," he declared.

"You want to be able to talk to Uraraka in human form though, don't you?"

Katsuki growled and felt the familiar surge of wanting to rip things apart. Closing his eyes, he went through the calming exercises his friends had instilled into him. In and out. In and out. In and—

"Hey, guys!" Eijirou's voice interrupted his inner monologue. "What are you doing?"

"Trying not to commit murder," Katsuki mumbled.

"The usual I see," Denki said as he leaned against the bench. "So...a little birdy told me you got kind of intimate with Uraraka the other day."

"Buzz off."

"C'mon, man," Hanta pitched in from the other side. "That's not the way to talk to your best buddies."

"Last I checked, I'm only tolerating you." Katsuki glared at them. "We're not buddies."

"Ouch!" Denki grabbed the fabric of his shirt over his heart with an easygoing smile. "That was quite the cold shoulder there."

Eijirou furrowed his brow. "It didn't go well?" he asked. "With Uraraka, I mean."

"Nothing happened."

"Can't lie your way out of this, bro. Someone had front row seats to the whole thing." Denki pretended to swoon. "You cradled her in your arms like a princess. I can already hear the wedding bells."

The biggest disappointment regarding his lycanthropy: it hadn't given him the ability to explode things on sight. Katsuki wished once more for his werewolf powers to have been a little out of the ordinary. It would have been convenient in embarrassing situations like this one.

"She was in danger. I saved her. That's it," he said.

"You know." Hanta's long arm settled across Katsuki's shoulders. "You might be a little murder machine now…"

Another hand joined; the additional weight pushing him forward. "And one of the brightest in our class," Denki chirped. "But sometimes…"

"Just sometimes…"

"You can be as dumb as a brick," they said in unison.

He shook them off. "What gives?"

"They are right," Izuku said. "The year is almost over. When are you going to tell her?"

"About what? It's already bad enough you bozos know about it. I can't go spill my secret at every random—"

"I don't think they are talking about that one, man." Eijirou scratched his cheek with an uneasy smile.

Katsuki replayed the conversation in his head and it hit him. "Nah. No chance in hell."

"I get it. Confessing takes a lot of courage," he said. "You're one of the manliest dudes I know, man. I'm sure it'll all work out."

"Dude! What does he have to fear? He fought against all sorts of creatures. Even Chinese zombies!"

"Technically," Izuku interjected, "Jiangshi is more of a crossbreed between a vampire and a reanimated corpse. So, we can't classify them as simple undead—"

His already frayed patience snapped. "That's irrelevant!" Katsuki jumped to his feet, turning around to face them all. "Smartasses. Do you think it's so easy to tell her any of this? Any girl worth her salt would run away."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself," Hanta said. "You're not a bad guy, Bakugou."

"You joke around, but you're scared of me too."

Denki leaned back, raising his hands like a shield. "Anyone would kind of freak out if you got in their face, all glowy eyes and sharp teeth."

"Kacchan, your teeth!"

Katsuki's hand had already gone to his mouth. "Shit."

"Hey, Bakugou!" Mina's voice echoed in the courtyard. "Someone here wanna tell you something~"

Ochako let out a familiar squeak. "It's not like that!"

Their footsteps were too close to comfort.

His claws were already at the stage of needing a visit to the vet for some trimming. Katsuki bolted.

"Wait, where is he going?"

The other guys tried to come up with a satisfying answer. "He was bound to get indigestion one day with how much chili peppers he wolfs down." Someone slapped a hand over Denki's mouth.

"You see, I told him to lay off the spicy food. He just wouldn't listen," Hanta said.

This was the last thing Katsuki heard before they went out of earshot.

While running at the speed of a motorcycle had its perks, the world went by in a blur at that speed. Sometimes, other things would take it upon themselves to make Katsuki stop—like a wall or a railing. This time it was a tree.

He dropped into a roll as soon as he hit the ground and stood back up again. Head pulsating and ears ringing, he leaned against the tree trunk to catch his breath.

This is fucking stupid, he thought. If that doesn't make her think I'm a weirdo, dunno what else will.

You haven't tried to tell her you have a hairy problem yet, his mind supplied in the voice of his Werewolf Creator. Bet that's gonna be a shocker!

"Shut up."

You should also tell her how close you came to killing her or your friends too! The Creator's voice dripped with irony. Will you let her know how hard you fight against your instincts? Only for your supposed friends to throw your struggles at your face for fun.

Katsuki's hand clutched the trunk harder. "Enough."

Imagine how sweet she'll taste when you sink your teeth into her soft flesh.

"I said." He leaned his head back. "SHUT UP!"

Katsuki struck his forehead against the tree trunk—again and again, and again in precise repetition. It did little to faze him. His hag of a mother had always called him thick-headed, and the wolf transformation accelerated his healing. This frustrated Katsuki, more so when he wanted to relieve the tangled feelings in his chest through some pain.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." After a final loud thud, Katsuki rested his head against the wood. "Dammit. Why the fuck am I so weak?"

"Mr. Wolfman?"

If he could jump out of his skin, this was the definite moment. Katsuki slid on the opposite side of the tree instead. "What do you want, Moonface?" he demanded. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

The fallen orange leaves littering the ground crunched under her shoes. "That looked painful."

"Well, it's none of your business what I do in my free time." He could see her silhouette out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm not saying it is." Ochako huffed. "I just didn't think you could lose your cool like this."

Before she could see the mess he was in, Katsuki jumped into the foliage. "I'm fine," he said. Settling on the fork between two big branches, he observed how she started circling the tree.

"I can totally see that," she quipped. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the growing shadows in the vegetation. "I hope you aren't bleeding."

"Even if I was, it'll heal."

"Alright, alright. The truth is I was looking for you." Leaning against the trunk, she fumbled with her fingers. "Didn't get the chance to thank you for the other day."

"There is nothing to thank me for. It was an occupational hazard."

"I noticed I haven't thanked you for saving me all the other times too."

"You wouldn't need saving if you weren't so reckless." He climbed higher. "Stop sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong."

Ochako chuckled. "I hear that a lot."

"Good thing there are reasonable people in your life."

"I wouldn't know about that. They are kinda wild themselves," she said wistfully. "There is one guy, especially, that's pretty inspirational. Always telling me I shouldn't put myself down because I'm tougher than I look."

"And you're willing to listen to that guy rather than your gut?" he asked with disdain—and maybe a hint of envy. "He sounds like a total tool if you ask me."

"You'd be the first person to call themselves an idiot."

Katsuki lost his footing. After toppling down from the branch in a heap of limbs and pain shooting up his spine, he felt more than saw her lean over him.

Not one to beat around the bush, he groaned. "You knew?"

"Wasn't too hard to figure it out. Same spiky hair and prickly personality. Trusting me to handle myself until I can't. Even your wrestling moves were the same," Ochako said, counting down with a smile. "I was waiting for you to tell me on your own."

Rage resurfaced, hot and blinding. Good thing he had already transformed, or it would have been near impossible to stifle this wave of anger. "Tell you, what? That I'm a monster?" He waved his hands in front of her. "I can cut you in half with these." He pointed at his sharp canines. "I can bite right through your neck with these." With a somersault, he was already behind her back and leaned close to speak next to her ear. "I can outrun and catch you without breaking a sweat. Is that what you wanted me to admit?"

She turned around with a defiant gaze. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

"It should!" Katsuki faltered, his voice lowering into a whisper. "Why would you want to be with someone like me?"

For all his bravado and toughness, deep down he had been afraid. What if she couldn't distinguish between the wolf and him? There were times he didn't know if the violent urges were something everyone experienced at this level of intensity. He didn't mind being dominating and unpleasant if that meant he was being his true self. But he didn't want to hurt her, even unintentionally. She had been one of the best things in his life; a constant he hadn't know he needed until she stumbled into it.

Her hands timidly cupped his face. Ochako traced over his sideburns to the fur on his cheeks, resting her thumbs on his lips where his canines were poking out white. "Aside the extra hair and sharp pointy ends, I don't see much of a difference," she said. "You're still my rowdy sparring partner, Bakugou."

Relief dropped on his shoulders like a raging waterfall. He wanted to hug her, nuzzling against her face, maybe even kiss her. His mind lingered on that last thought, remembering a previous encounter. "Wait." He seized her wrists. "I had someone impersonate you before. How do I know it's indeed you? How did you even find me? I'm sure you need a car to catch up with me."

"Doesn't take a genius. I know you come here to wallow in your self-pity. Anyway, let me think." Ochako pouted in thought. "Remember when I did that German Supplex on ya in practice? The one ya passed out for like five seconds from?"

Katsuki nodded. Is this a good or an embarrassing memory? Her accent is back.

"Ya had a big dumb grin on yer face when you woke up. Thought ya had a concussion and wanted to call the teacher. But grabbed my hand, ya did, and asked me..." She looked away, her cheeks getting rosier by the minute. "Asked me how long are ya out because the moon is freaking beautiful tonight."

This unearthed a specific scene he hadn't told a soul from the depths of his memories. Ochako held him in her lap with a concerned expression, the fluorescent lamps overhead casting something akin to a halo around her hair. She had been nothing sort of ethereal. No wonder he got confused.

He dropped on his back, raising a cloud of leaves in his wake.

"Bakugou!" She kneeled in a hurry.

"I'm fine," he said with a wave. "I didn't think this will ever happen. Not in my wildest dreams."

Punching him hard on the shoulder, she made it clear this wasn't one and lied down next to him. "Better believe it. I'm not saying it again."

He snorted. "Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing."

"Isn't it? I don't know how couples on TV do it all the time."

"Beats me." Katsuki noticed her hand was merely a pinky away. He inched his 'paws' closer until they met her fingers.

Ochako couldn't turn even redder, but somehow she managed it. Shifting her hand palm up, she allowed him to lace their fingers together. "They aren't as hairy as I expected," she blurted.

His eyes roamed over his free hand. It was human. "Because I reverted."

"Was that supposed to happen?"

"Dunno. Usually, it's the opposite." He coughed, covering his lower face while his ears burned. "You get me too excited."

"Is that so?" She held his gaze. The sun filtering through the leaves left golden specks across her brown hair like a gilded crown. "Can I stick around until you find out?"

"Moron." He grinned. "Why don't you just stick around forever?"

[hisunshiine]

—trade secrets |myg|

⟢ pairing: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader 

⟢ word count: 3.4k 

⟢ genre + warnings: coworkers to lovers au || nsfw 18+ some angast, smut, & fluff: 𝘴𝘮𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧™️; explicit sex: kissing, oral f. receiving, fingering, spanking, unprotected vaginal penetration, creampie, semi-public sex (office, bathroom)  

⟢ summary: you’ve been pining over your boss forever, but when you and he finally cross that line, it’s not exactly all hearts and rainbows. 

⟢ authors note: originally posted to twitter, i hope you enjoy!

Sat at your desk, you shuffled the papers neatly in order to staple them at the top left hand corner. The finished report was for the 2:30 PM meeting, and your boss would be needing it by 1 PM to review it for his presentation. Out of all of the assistants for the department, he trusted you the most. After several years of working for the company, you were basically Min Yoongi’s personal assistant, despite there being 3 of you to serve the 3 project managers. 

This had been a foreign concept when you had first joined the company, used to being assigned to a specific manager at your old job, but you enjoyed this set up so much more. It allowed you to help each other handle all of the tasks as a group, being more efficient. It also helped with having days off, without it impacting work since there were still 2 assistants who knew what was going on no matter what projects were being handled. But for Min Yoongi, you were his favorite. 

Of course, out of the other 2 project managers, Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok, you felt like Yoongi was your favorite too. Ever since starting, you had just gravitated towards him. He was the complete opposite of his coworkers, who were both loud and rambunctious. This didn’t mean Yoongi didn’t also get loud, on the contrary, he could definitely raise his voice, but he was typically calm and quiet, often sitting back and listening before speaking. 

You on the other hand, were definitely more like Jimin and Hoseok. You supposed this was why you liked Yoongi so much. He balanced out your wild nature, the calming flower to settle your fluttering butterfly wings on and just… rest. Not that he knew any of this. Yoongi was blind to the way that you pined after him.

“Y/N, do you have that report ready?” Yoongi’s voice, a honeyed, low sound reverberated in the space above your head, and you looked up, startled. So caught up in the daydream that always took over when you were fresh from the carbload of lunch, you felt yourself heat up as the star of the very daydream held his calloused hand out to you.

“Oh, y-yes, Yoongi-ssi, right here.”

You gathered up the report you had recently stapled and placed it in his waiting hand as he cleared his throat, nimble fingers straightening his tie. How one subtle movement could send your body into overdrive made no sense to you, but his eye contact conveyed so much more than just a look. It filled you with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer temperatures.

“Thank you… I’ll get you when it’s time for the meeting.” His free hand lightly brushed your forearm, lingering, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his touch, a fire spreading across your body.

The meeting went off without a hitch, as you knew it would, and slowly you packed up the conference room of the equipment that had been used for the presentation. As the assistant to the project managers, you were privy to all the plans, and knew that you would be working non-stop the next few weeks to help get everything done for the managers. Their project was approved by their CEO, and you knew starting tomorrow, it would be all engines go.

Pushing the cart with the projector and company laptop back out into the hallway, you watched as the managers walked off ahead of you, headed to their separate offices—located next to each other—as you wheeled the tech cart back to the IT wing.

“Thank you so much Jungkook!” You smiled at your best friend of 8 years, who had helped you and one of the other assistants, set up the presentation slides on the new system Jimin had wanted to utilize. A tall, muscular nerd, (who also happened to be dating the other said assistant) your best friend pushed his glasses a little higher up his nose as he took the cart from you.

“Not a problem, babe. Hey.. what did Yoongi think of your skirt?” He whispered, winking at you.

“He didn’t even bat an eye. It’s pointless, Kook. He’s never gonna notice me.” You sigh, bending at the waist to lean against his desk. Your elbows braced your weight as you wiggled your hips.

“Well maybe if you did this little dance for him, he would.”

You laugh.

“No way, so I can get sent to HR for sexual harassment training? Please. That retraining video is a snooze fest.” You continue swaying side to side, more so to stretch out the kink in your lower back from sitting so long working on the presentation than anything, when Jungkook’s eyes grow impossibly bigger. He said nothing though; you assumed he’s reacting to your words about the harassment video. That is, until a voice cut through the silence.

“Y/N, u-uhm.. When you’re done with IT, can you—actually, I can, uhm, I can handle it myself.”

You had just managed to take in the sight of a shocked Min Yoongi, eyes focused on your ass as you put it on display, before he was whirling from the room, his pale porcelain skin a blotchy red.

Jungkook’s laughter cut through the embarrassed silence as you stand up, hands covering your face as you cringe internally at what had just happened. Leaving Jungkook’s office a few minutes later, you couldn’t help but smile a little bit through the mortification at the way Yoongi stuttered as he stared at your ass.

-

“Y/N, can you email me over the notes from the meeting yesterday?” 

Yoongi paused on his way out of the office at your desk, several days after the mishap in Jungkook’s IT department. He hadn’t appeared to be affected when you had seen him back on your side of the building not even 10 minutes after the incident, and had seemed rather nonplussed once you had made it back to your desk and began sorting through your tasks. Now that several days had passed, you had also gone back to acting normal. If normal consisted of the secret pining over your boss and complaining to your best friend and his girlfriend at happy hour that yet again another ploy to catch Yoongi’s eye had failed. 

“I’ll have the info emailed over to you now.”

“Thanks; I’m headed out to grab lunch, do you want anything?”

You smiled at him, shaking your head no. 

“I brought something to eat, but thank you Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi began to walk away towards the elevators when he stopped and turned to face you.

“Can you stay late tonight? We have our first deadline for the project and the other two girls can’t stay.” 

You felt your heart—the very one in your chest that had just started to beat faster—slow it’s rate. He had asked the other girls first, and you felt disappointment at being a last minute ask. You were confused at first as to why the other girls couldn’t stay, until you remembered that there were only two of you today anyways; the third being Jungkook’s girlfriend, and they were gone on a “baecation” to Jeju Island for the weekend.

“No problem, boss. Um, actually, can I change my mind about lunch then? I can save this for dinner.”

He nodded and you texted him your order as he walked off.

-

Time seemed to be moving so slowly, but it was already close to 11 PM. The finishing touches on the first assignment were nearly completed, and if anyone were to walk into his office, they would be able to see that it indeed appeared as if work had been happening. Your lunch turned dinner had been eaten around 6, and Yoongi had ordered takeout around 9, of which empty containers now lay abandoned on surfaces, wooden chopsticks haphazardly positioned in them. 

Papers were strewn along the mahogany desk, laid on the floor as well, and you were ready to be done with this task. Leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder, your eyes were narrow as you scanned the final document for mistakes. You braced yourself with your right forearm, left hand on the back of his computer chair. 

This close to him, you could smell his cologne, a deep musk scent with hints of a sweet vanilla like essence. His hair, ruffled by his hands so many times, looked fucked out with sprouts sticking each way. Your eyes drifted to those hands, handling the mouse and resting on the keyboard, and you licked your lips slowly. 

Everything about him was arousing you at this hour, and you wished that he would take notice of the way your blouse had appeared to unbutton more and more as time had crept by tonight. If he would just turn his head slightly to you... the way you were leaning had your breasts dangerously close to making an appearance. Your thoughts of how hot it would be for him to take you on this desk had your arousal leaking, your panties embarrassingly wet as they clung to your skin.

Letting out an intentionally soft sigh, you adjust your hand on the edge of his desk and form your lips to ask a random made up question, anything to get him to look at you, when he does exactly as you had hoped. His face, close to yours, turns to speak, but the words die in his throat as he takes you in. 

“Yoongi?” Your voice is soft, and you end his name with a bite to your bottom lip, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You take a deep breath, knowing how your chest must look from his angle, hoping that the rise and fall would push them forward just the right amount.   

“You..” he clears his throat, eyes on your cleavage shamelessly, “—do you know what you do to me when you tease me like this?”

His eyes snap to yours, pulling a startled gasp from your throat and you stutter a response.

“T-Tease you? I—” Yoongi turned in his chair and his fingers gripped your waist as you stood abruptly.

“Yes.” 

That one word was uttered with a growl before he pulled your lips to his. The kiss was sloppy, a mess of lips fervently moving as tongues sought out the taste of each other. You were on fire, his grip pulling you down onto his lap so that you straddled him. His length strained against his pants, the feel of it twitching in time to your moans against your core. You grinded against him as your lips traveled to his neck, and he tilted his head to give you better access. 

“Do you know—fuck—just how badly you drive me crazy. These skirts, unbuttoned shirts, that fucking display in IT the other day..” his low voice panting out that you had successfully gotten to him. You pulled back, lips glossy and pupils dilated, taking in the red across his cheeks.

“That was an accident, I wasn’t trying to tease you then.”

“Just all the other times.” His eyes glinted.

“I..”

“If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve just asked.”

He leaned in again, arms wrapped around you as he connected your lips again. You knew you had to be messing up his pants, but neither of you seemed to care. He groaned, lifting you to stand. 

“I need to be inside of you..” He flipped you, so you faced the desk and folded you at the waist. Chest to the desk, he lifted your skirt up. “I’m over you teasing me, babe. Your turn.”

Yoongi eyed your clothed core, taking note of the wetness that clung to it, running his index finger along your slit until he found your swollen nub. Pressing on it, he traced circles, causing you to squirm. He loved seeing you like this, finally, after all the wet dreams of you, he had you like this: a sopping mess on his desk, whining for more.

He kneels, fingers gripping the edge of your panties and in a swift motion he exposes you.

“Fuck, babe, I can’t wait to fill this cunt...”

You flinch as his warm tongue glides from clit to opening, tasting you, leaving you with an unsuspecting smack to your asscheek. You wiggle, more turned on then you imagined you could be and when he groans in appreciation, you clench, needy.

“Please Yoongi, p-please fuck me.”

You hear him stand and undo his pants, whine when he dips two fingers into you and begins to fuck you with them.

“Not what I want,” you complain like the brat you are, and he chuckles darkly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be glad I prepped you.” He scissors his fingers, stretching you as your natural lubricant slickens his fingers. The sound of finger fucking would usually make you blush, but you’re too aroused by the naughtiness of it. Your boss, knuckle deep into your throbbing cunt, his handprint on your ass. 

He spits, and you hear his left hand slide up and down his hardened shaft, the sound intertwined with the squelching between your legs. 

“Fuck me, p-please,” you’re begging now, hands gripping the edge of the desk, and you push back into him when you feel the head of his cock line up with your opening.

“Patience, baby.” Yoongi dips just the tip in, shallow fucking you until you’re practically crying from the taunting stimulation.

“Yoongi, I swear to G—oh!”

Yoongi thrusts into you, and your walls suck him in, sliding him in until he bottoms out, his pelvis snug to your ass, and he groans loudly. His hands knead at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can inch deeper, watching the way you wrap around him so nicely, like you were made to take his cock. He pulls out slowly before slamming his hips back into you, enjoying the way you mewl from his cock kissing your cervix. 

It’s like Yoongi transforms into a feral animal, one stroke inside of you and he’s laying on your back, arms wrapping around you to clutch at your breasts as he pistons his hips, fucking into you with all of the strength his ex-basketball playing thighs carry. You feel him bite your back, your shirt softening the blow, but you clench regardless.

“D-Do that again, sweetheart, fuck that felt so good..”

You clench repeatedly, tightening your grip on him, and he feels so good inside of you, your toes are curling, loud exhalations with every thrust; you’re so close.

“Where, uh, where can I—I’m gonna—”

“Inside me, Yoongi, fuck, fill me up, please Daddy,  I want to be full of you..”

He can feel your legs trembling, but Yoongi wants you to break first.

“Cum on my cock, baby.” Yoongi’s hand drops from your chest and it takes only a few figure eights of his finger on your cllit and you’re bursting, white behind your eyelids as you squeeze them shut. Your body tremors, euphoric sensations traveling to every inch of your body as your muscles spaz, and he’s filling you, his thick seed spurting out and overflowing from your swollen core, running down both of your thighs.

-

You and Yoongi ended up back at his place that night, fucking until Saturday afternoon. Sunday night, you checked your phone and saw a text from Yoongi.

[Yoongi-ssi]

Y/N, please don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself… but it can’t happen again. I’m sorry.

You sat there, staring at your phone rereading the message over and over. He was… rejecting you? You hadn’t even voiced to him your feelings. It wasn’t just sexual attraction to him, but after these years with him, you couldn’t help but to have fallen for him. And now that you’d had him, you were head over heels in love with him, all of him. But clearly he didn’t feel the same.

Monday at work, you were quiet, so unlike your usual self. Listening to Jungkook’s girlfriend talk about their trip to Jeju Island, you felt yourself ruminating on the text Yoongi had sent you. Like you had been all night.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” 

You turn quickly, eyes meeting the worried look of your coworker, nodding as you schooled your facial expressions into something more neutral.

“Yea, I just have a migraine. I’m gonna go talk to Yoongi, see if I can go home early.”

You made your way to Yoongi’s office. Knocking gently, his quiet voice beckoned you into the room.

“Hey, um… I think I need to go home early.”

Yoongi, who had his eyes trained on the computer monitor, looked up at you abruptly.

“Are you.. Is everything okay?” his voice was tinged with concern.

“I just.. I think I need a few days off… away from here.” Away from you. 

“Look, Y/N..” Yoongi stood up, coming over to you. He stood there, quiet, eyes taking you in. “Fuck.”

Yoongi kissed you, and you melted into his hold. His hands grasped your forearms, pulling you closer in to him.

‘This can’t happen again’, happened again. And again, and again.

Secret sex with your boss every so often became an almost everyday occurrence, in his office, in his car, in the morning before work when you woke up in his bed, and now, currently pushed up against the wall of the stall in the men’s bathroom.

Yoongi had your legs around his waist, fucking his cock up into you, one hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds escaping your mouth. He had pulled you in here after the last meeting for the project, a celebratory fuck to commence the end of this very time consuming project. Yoongi walked you towards the stall, wanting to brace you against something so he could chase his high. 

As you came, velvety walls pulsing as you rode out your high, the door to the men’s room swung open, and Yoongi disappeared into the stall just in time. He turned and sat on the lid of the toilet, still holding you tightly to him. Shuddering, the orgasm wracked your body as you could hear two guys talking faintly through the hazy post climax glow. 

“God, she’s so hot, maybe I’ll ask her out..” a voice declared, the sound of pissing filling the room. 

“Y/N would never date you,” the other voice laughed, “she’s way out of your league.” Yoongi’s arms tightened imperceptibly around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. He grips your thighs and continues to thrust into you, close to erupting.

“You know that SooHyun is thinking of asking her out. He’s way more her type than you are.” The sound of zippers quickly sounded before the rush of water as the two men washed their hands.

“Fuck, he totally has a better chance than me. Damn, he’s gonna be clapping her cheeks in no time. Guess I’ll stick to jerking it to pics of her from the Christmas party last year.” The door shut and Yoongi sped up his movements until he came, cock emptying his sticky cum inside of you.

You melt your lips with his, lazily kissing him as you settled from your orgasm.

“You and Soohyun hyung?” Yoongi asked, a twinge of jealousy coming through in his moment of weakness. 

“Hmm, I heard some of the girls saying he was thinking of asking me on a date.” You nuzzled into his neck, kissing soft pecks as he softened inside of you.

“I don’t want you to go.” His voice was barely a whisper, a gravely plea.

You sat up, facing him with a serious look on your face. 

“I mean, is there something holding me back? A reason to say no?”

“Do you, uh, do you want there to be?”

His deep Americano eyes meet yours, and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Then let me be the reason. Go out with me.”

You smile softly threading your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and causing him to shiver.

“Okay.”

-

You walk back to your office area, fingers intertwined with Yoongi’s, no longer a secret between the two of you as the office gawks at their very quiet and calm boss with the office babe, Soohyun looking a little put out that you were no longer available.

[explosionshark]

90 and Camilleon (Camilla/Gideon) from the prompt list, please? It's lonely carrying this butch/butch rarepair torch by myself XD

i was gonna say "sorry, i don't write TLT" but then i remembered that I DID once write a gideon fic and there WAS a cam/gideon scene as part of a larger thing so! i'm not writing a new thing but you can have that.

below the cut!

Things at Canaan House are beginning to fall apart. Magnus and Abigail’s deaths have cast a grim shadow over everything, throwing the stakes of this whole endeavor into sharp relief, ratcheting up the tension between the disparate groups exponentially.

Predictably, everyone has begun to panic, becoming more erratic, more paranoid, more isolated as they work to complete the Emperor's impossible task. The Cavaliers are irritable, on-edge and tense. The Necromancers are calculating and secretive and, in Harrow’s case, increasingly harsh. Which is a feat in itself.

Less predictably, is that ‘erratic’ in Harrow’s case means she’s playing nice.

“Sextus, you drooling imbecile, this cannot be the best you’ve got to offer. If you won’t take this effort seriously, I’ll take my chances on my own.”

Well, nice for Harrow, which is still breathtakingly horrible by anyone else’s standards.

“Mind yourself, Reverend Daughter,” Camilla said, words snapping off at the ends like brittle glass despite the casual way she leaned against the wall behind Palamedes. It was a good front, Gideon judged, idly plotting the most efficient course from her own perch on a high table across the room to Harrow’s undefended front, if this ended up being the kind of conflict that came to blows.

There was a seething, coiled sort of tension just under the skin of Camilla’s relaxed slump. Their eyes met, briefly, over the heads of their necros and Gideon flashed a lazy grin when she realized Camilla must be doing the same math as Gideon in her own head.

“Camilla,” Palamedes sighs placidly from his hunched position over the table he and Harrow currently had their incomprehensible necro-theory gibberish notes spread out over. “Perhaps you and Gideon would like to go practice some sparring in the antechamber? I think we might be here for a while.”

It’s the most polite dismissal Gideon has ever heard. Camilla nods once, tersely, and sweeps out of the room with a huff. Gideon lingers, sure that Harrow will argue, if only to have an excuse to be a bastard about it, but all Harrow does is glare at Gideon over her shoulder and wave a dismissive hand in the general direction of the door before hunching back over the table.

“Your necro’s a bitch,” Camilla mutters, drawing her rapier and starting her warm-up forms in the center of the room.

Gideon barks a laugh, rolling her neck to crack it as she shakes out her sword arm. “That’s charitable. I would have gone with deranged, power-hungry nerd with rage issues.”

Camilla grins, shakes her head hard enough for one tightly curled dark spiral of hair to fall roguishly into her face and lunges.

She’s a better duelist, no question. They’ve had time to study each other’s styles, though, and the point of this bout isn’t to win so much as it is to stay sharp, to kill time.

It’s fun, surprisingly, in a way that Gideon hasn’t really experienced before, when her only opponents had been Aiglamene and Babs. Camilla is talented, graceful, and exciting to watch. Each parry, dodge, traded blow is a lesson and a rush of endorphins.

Before long they’re sweating, down to off-hand weapons, and then both willfully disarmed, down to grappling on the floor.

Gideon’s advantage in a wrestling match is superior size and strength, but Camilla’s nimble, smart, capable of seizing Gideon’s limbs in complicated, painful holds to neutralize her.

“Fuck,” Gideon hisses as Camilla yanks her arm back until the moment before something vital snaps in her shoulder. She taps furiously and is rewarded by Camilla immediately releasing her, rolling off Gideon’s back to sprawl out beside her on the dusty floor with a pleased huff. “Teach me that.”

“So you can turn it on me?” Camilla pants, rolling her eyes. She throws an elbow into Gideon’s aching shoulder. Painful, yes, but loose and playful. “No chance.”

“Oh, come on, Hect. You nearly took my arm off. You owe me,” Gideon doesn’t mean for her voice to drop that low, but it does and she can’t take it back.

Gideon feels Camilla tense beside her, eyes shut tight in a grimace at her own slip. She pushes the air out of her lungs, slowly, trying to get her breathing back under control.

When she opens her eyes again Camilla is looming over her, dark curls stuck to her forehead, the sweaty skin of her neck. Their spar has brought blood to her cheeks, dark brown skin radiating warmth even inches away. “I owe you?”

There’s enough of a challenge in her words to halt the awkward denial crouched in Gideon’s throat.

She leans up, to close the distance between them.

Camilla kisses like she fights. She is thorough, deliberate, and ruthlessly efficient. As in their sparring match, she carefully draws Gideon through the steps she’d planned out in her head, controlling the kiss so subtly that Gideon doesn’t even realize she’s being lead.

There’s a panicky sort of helplessness blooming in Gideon’s chest when Camilla starts to pull back that turns her wild, sends her surging up recklessly into Camilla’s mouth. She tries to bring her hand up to cup the back of Camilla’s head but finds her wrists seized effortlessly, forced back to the floor.

It’s a grip Gideon could break. She still has the advantage of brute strength. She could flip Camilla, distracted as she is, break her hold and extricate herself. Get off her back.

But she doesn’t.

In the end it’s the scrape of the door to the main chamber and Camilla’s quick reflexes that stop them from being discovered.

Palamedes strolls obliviously out of the chamber towards them, casting an amused glance towards Gideon, still breathless on her back, while Camilla stands calmly erect in front of her necromancer. “Finished?”

“Quite,” he grins. “We’re heading to the basement.”

Camilla nods, falling into step behind him.

Gideon feels flushed, disoriented, weak laid out on the floor at Harrow’s feet. Her heart is still pounding in her throat, and she spends one long, horrible moment sure that the contempt on Harrow’s face as she stares at the retreating backs of the Sixth House is because she somehow knows the specifics of Gideon’s defeat, that she’s humiliated for it.

“Get up, Griddle,” Harrow snaps. “We’re here to do a job, if you haven’t forgotten, not roll around in the dirt with the detritus of the lower houses.”

She can’t know, but Gideon goes red under her facepaint all the same.