#slight spitfire

[sunnami]

you'd be the love of my life when i was young

summary: gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

pairing: poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader)

tags: slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending

note: i have a chemistry quiz due in 50 minutes but this takes priority. . . i haven't written in a while so forgive my rusty writing skills, they've only been let out from the basement today. not proofread, we die like the marauders. (title is taken from the song, 21 by gracie abrams, because that's roughly around the age jily die. hehe.)

They said when you fell in love with the right people, everything would fall in place after.

What a load of bullshit.

You had come to a conclusion one winter morning, laying in the Gryffindor common room dressed in your woolly, green jumper. You rested on the worn-out leather seat, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling, thinking about how it was going terribly wrong. How funny it was, that the 30th of December greeted you with an existential crisis instead of presents and hot chocolate. 

There was something quite wrong with you, you had noticed for the past few months. 

Every time Sirius Black smiled at you, showing off his pearly canines and the crinkles by his deep-grey eyes, you would experience a painful, tightening sensation in your chest — like someone was squeezing at your heart. Most people knew Sirius Black, the prankster, but you were lucky enough to know Sirius, the kind and spirited boy who had a heart that loved fiercely more than anyone you knew.

Cosy afternoons found you in the library with Remus Lupin, and a strange feeling would erupt in your stomach whenever Remus leaned down, and you’d catch a whiff of pine needles and fresh mint. Shaggy, blond hair falling over his eyes as he came to life, talking about your common love for muggle books. He made time feel like an illusion, minutes fading away into hours as the two of you shared stifled giggles, cheeks numb by the time you left the room. 

And James, oh James Potter. It was difficult to describe what you felt with him — but with James, the brightest colours in the world couldn’t even compare to him. James was like putting on a pair of brand-new eyeglasses and seeing everything clearly for the first time. And without a doubt, you knew that James would never let you get hurt. But these days, you were weak in the knees as you’d see him across the Great Hall, waving at you excitedly as he bellowed your name, and to come and sit next to them. 

Last, but certainly not the least, Lily Evans. Her sweet, airy voice was a warm hug on a cold day. And her actual hugs were second to none — don’t tell Sirius, however, he liked to shift into Padfoot to steal Lily’s title as the queen of cuddling. Lily flowers were delicate, she was anything but. The spitfire of Gryffindor, who would raise her chin and defy anyone who would harass you for hanging out with them. 

(“You’re our emotionally constipated Slytherin,” said Lily as she mushed your cheeks, cooing when you tried to glare at her, and the three boys guffawing in the background. They liked to tease you often, being a year younger than them.) 

Were you dying?

That was the only plausible explanation to your palpitating heart and rickety knees. 

No, it was definitely not because you had gone and fell in love with your best friends. 

That was absurd. 

You had tried venting to Lucius Malfoy once. Narcissa often doted on you, sneakily leaving treats on your desk before she left for her class, and fussing when you got sick — which was quite often. That meant, when you weren’t with the marauders, you were trailing after the Slytherin power couple, or Severus.

(Lucius curled his lips in disgust, Narcissa sipping tea by his side, failing at hiding her knowing smirk. “I am above such childish matters,” hissed Lucius, scowl deepening when Narcissa laughed heartily, looking happier than she had been since returning home for the holidays. “I do not know why you’d even think to come to me for this.”

You huffed. 

Maybe you’d try Severus next. 

Naturally, he stormed off the moment Lily’s name fell from your lips.

Your resident seventh-years were confusing.)

Fortunately, you were stripped from your thoughts when the entrance to the common room slammed open, the paintings clamouring as they were disturbed from their slumber. One by one, the marauders piled inside the room, a string of melodious laughter and boisterous conversations following their arrival. Hastily, you sat up, heart thudding against your ribcage. Silence, you wretched beast, you told it. Don’t let them see how I burn for them.  

“There you are!” Sirius came into view first, grinning widely as he crossed the room to reach you. “Who said you could be this pretty in the morning, love?” 

Ba-dump!

Sirius plopped down head first onto your lap, manoeuvring your hand to comb through his hair as he sighed in contentment. “Bloody hell,” He exhaled shakily, “Last night was the worst one we’ve ever been through.” 

Your fingers ghosted through the new scar etched across his sharp cheekbones — it was nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix, but you still didn’t like the sight of them bruised and wounded. Swiftly, Sirius grabbed your hand and intertwined your own with his. “I’m sorry,” You whispered. 

Sirius chuckled tiredly, tightening his hold on you, as though you were a tether that kept him afloat in his sea of nightmares. 

(And you were. If only you knew.)

“It’s not your fault,” said Sirius. 

Then, your eyes landed on Remus limping towards you, his bare skin littered with scrapes and marks, supported with an arm around James’s broad shoulders. He sent a toothy smile your way, despite the tired lines on his forehead and deep bags beneath his eyes. “Waited up all night for us, huh?”

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing you guys were out there,” You whispered sheepishly. “It’s too dangerous, what happens if something goes terribly wrong, and it costs you your life? We need to tell someone.” 

“Everyone who needs to know, already knows.” Remus bit down a pained expression as he sat by your side, head lolling on your shoulder. “This is the best we have for now.” 

You didn’t like it.

You didn’t like it at all.

Before you could reply, Remus turned his head, lips feathering against your exposed skin. His voice was low as he said, “‘Sides, it’s our job to worry about you, not the other way around.”

“Well, I apologize for interrupting your job,” You whispered back harshly, wondering if that was all you were to them, a younger friend they felt the need to look after. Oh, how mortifying that would be.

James chuckled from behind you, bending over the back of the couch, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering for a few moments that felt like an eternity. “You’re too adorable,” said James, tweaking your nose. “Our angry, little Slytherin.” 

“I’m not little.” You glowered at him.

“Perhaps not.” James smiled cheekily. “But you’re ours.” 

Often times, you had wondered how the five of you came to be so tight-knit, knowing their disdain for most of the Slytherins. 

(Little did you know, you smiled at them once in Potions, and they were a goner.) 

Something stirred deep in your belly. 

You sucked in a breath. “Don’t say things like that, James.”

People could get the wrong idea.

You could get the wrong idea.

“Well, why not?” Lily appeared in your peripheral vision, the scent of blooming wildflowers and fresh rain filling the room. Like the three boys, her skin was sallow from lack of sleep, but her bare face and blinding grin left your heart racing. “It’s true, isn’t it?” 

It could be, just not in the way you wanted it to be true.

You sighed. “Class is going to start in a few hours, I should get going.” 

“Or,” James began wickedly, throwing a thick blanket onto the floor by the fireplace, and tossing a bunch of throw pillows at Sirius’s face. “We could have a sleepover right here.” 

“Sounds good to me,” said Lily merrily, stealing James’s blanket as she placed a pillow beneath her head. 

“I really have to go—” You reasoned pathetically.

“Stay,” whispered Sirius without even opening his eyes as he curled his lithe fingers around your wrist. “You being here makes us feel better.” 

They were too cruel, saying all these sweet words, not knowing how it drove knives through your heart. 

James yawned as he laid on the carpeted floor, hiking the blanket up to his shoulders as he threw a leg over Lily, pulling her close to his chest, nuzzling the crook of her neck. “D’you have your textbooks with you, love?” He asked you drowsily. 

“No,” You answered, any other words lodged in your throat. 

“That’s fine.” James hummed. “I’ll just get the cloak and sneak into the dungeons later to get the books for you.” 

“Sleep,” Remus urged you, unaware how you shivered at his words. 

“You can’t be comfortable like that,” You told him in disbelief, watching his neck bend at an angle to lay on your shoulder. 

“Trust me,” said Remus gently, eyelashes tickling your skin, “I’m right where I want to be.” 

You had grown silent for a few beats, unaware how Sirius’d opened his eyes, staring at your worried expression. 

(How could one person be so perfect, he wondered.)

“You alright, darling?” He reached out to trace the curve of your jaw with his thumb, the palm of his hand holding your face as though you were a pureblood’s antique treasure. (Mine, mine, mine, his heart screamed.)

But like the Slytherin you were, you lied as easily as you breathed.

“I’m fine.”

As you laid in between Remus and Sirius, watching the peaceful rise of Lily and James’s chests, you had come to a daunting realization. 

You were irrevocably and agonizingly in love with your best friends. 

And because fate liked to spit in your face, the four of them were already in a beautiful, committed relationship. 

Who were you to get in the way of that?

—

They would understand, you convinced yourself. 

They would understand that you had to stay away from them. You had to protect your heart and keep it safe. The marauders were a dangerous bunch, and they had played the biggest prank on you, and by Merlin, would you fall for this particular prank over and over again if it meant you could hear their voices and fall into their embrace. 

But you couldn’t stay. They would only crush your heart otherwise. 

If Gryffindors wore their heart on their sleeves when they fell in love, Slytherins protected theirs with every fibre of their being, locking it in a cage where no one else can have the power to break it. 

Like what any love-stricken teenager would do in the face of heartbreak, you began to ignore the objects of your affections — ignoring the way your soul called out to theirs. 

It wasn’t as obvious the first few days. You would escape their company under the ruse of studying for McGonagall and Flitwick’s practical tests. 

(“They’re notoriously difficult after all,” You told them, a nervous laugh accompanying your lie. Peter eyed you curiously, noticing small details the others could not see — your quivering lips, your nails digging into your palms, and the way your eyes wouldn’t meet any of theirs. “I just don’t want to fail.” 

You could have cried at the way James held the back of your head as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’ll do well, love. You always do.” 

“You can study with me, if you want,” Remus quickly offered. “I’m not as good as James in transfiguration, but I can definitely teach better than those two.” 

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed in mock offence.

“Thanks, it’s sweet of you to offer,” You told them, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “But—”

“Say less, darling,” Lily interjected kindly, wrapping her scarf around your neck. She smiled at you, holding both your cheeks in her palms. “They’re the worst lot to study around, I know. Just don’t study too hard, okay? Take breaks, have a cup of tea now and then, and remember it’s okay to ask for help — don’t give me that face — if it gets too overwhelming, just ask. We’re here for you in every way you need us.” 

Oh.

You were well and truly screwed. 

“Thanks,” You croaked.)

But it was getting harder and harder to come up with excuses. 

(“Wotcher!” Sirius grinned, encasing you in a tight hug after bumping into you in the corridor. “Haven’t seen you in a while, busy bee. Fancy a lunch with us in Hogsmeade?” 

You scrunched your nose, red and bitten from the winter frost, stepping away from him and ignoring the way his face fell. “I. . . I can’t. I’ve got practice with the Frog Choir.”

Sirius shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. “S’alright. I can wait and pick you up right after, then we’ll swing by that shop you really like—”

“I can’t, Sirius,” You interrupted harshly, wrapping your arms around your chest as your gaze dropped to the ground. “Sorry. I just. . . I’ll just catch you some other time.” 

Sirius flinched. “Sure, love. Other time, yeah?”

But only the wind replied.

Saturday came, and along with it was the long-awaited match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. James, decked out in his uniform, bounded over to you at the Slytherin’s side of the Great Hall, oblivious to the death glares some of your housemates had sent his way. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you from your seat. 

“It’s Quidditch day, pidge!” James tilted his head, awfully resembling a lost, confused puppy. “Why aren’t you dressed yet? It’s the game of games! Even Remus is announcing the game later.” 

You bit your lip before responding. “I’m not going, James.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brows. “Why not?” 

Ever since you had become friends with James Potter in your first year, you had never missed a single game of his. Except for the one time you had fallen sick during his match against Hufflepuff — and the moment he knew you were ill, the game ended in less than two minutes, by his sheer determination to get by your side quickly and make sure you weren’t alone. 

You sighed. “I don’t know, James, I’m just not feeling up to it today.”

It was a big, fat lie, and he knew it too. 

You didn’t go to his match later that day.

It was one of the biggest losses James had ever experienced — he wasn’t talking about Quidditch.)

Your housemates were beginning to realize was something was off as well. They might not be particularly fond of the Gryffindors that captured your heart, but they were fond of you, and they guarded their own. 

You had a stare-down with Regulus Black in the common room — and you weren’t about to lose — before he blinked and asked, “What did my brother do?”

“Nothing,” You replied, pretending to be engrossed with your herbology textbook. 

Severus rolled his eyes before plucking the book out of your hands. “Spit it out, woman. We’ve had to watch you mope around pathetically for days now. It’s irritating the rest of us.”

You sniffled. “Then just leave me alone! No one asked you to check up on me!” 

“Unfortunately, we can’t.” Severus took a seat beside Regulus. With a pained grimace, he said, “So you can. . . pour your heart out to us.” 

“I can’t.” You wailed. “I’m a Slytherin, we’re the worst at that.”

Regulus shrugged his shoulders. “It’s true. We’re hopeless.” 

“But,” He raised his wand, “We do speak in jinxes and curses.” 

“Don’t you dare!” You blubbered, wiping at your tears — but somehow, without having to express it in words, they understood, and you had felt lighter.

Still, you missed them. 

“This is pathetic.” Lucius enters the common room, Narcissa holding onto his arm, watching the scene before him with blank eyes. “Black, Snape, get out, you’re only making whatever this is, worse.”

Narcissa was by your side in an instant, dabbing at your wet eyes and cheeks with a handkerchief that cost more than your life. “Hush now, darling. What’s wrong, hm? Was it that idiot cousin of mine? Don’t worry, Lucius can tell his father, and we’ll have them begging at your feet by tomorrow.”

You cried louder. 

“I jest, I jest.” Narcissa softly chuckled, pulling your hair away from your face as she tugged you close. “Please tell us what’s wrong. It’s been awful seeing you like this for the past few days.”

Lucius sat on the loveseat across you, resting his feet atop the glass coffee table. “Yes, I beg you — do as she says, for the love of Merlin. But, really, what else did you expect, associating yourself with that ragtag of miscreants?”

Narcissa glared at him.

Lucius raised his arms in surrender. 

Narcissa clicked her tongue before returning her attention to you, eyes softening at your tear-stricken face. She smiled, albeit sadly, as she said, “Perhaps, I know what is wrong.” She gestured to the way you clutched at the front of your shirt. “It is the matters of the heart, is it not?” 

You nodded weakly. “I love them.”

“And they, you,” said Narcissa. “So, what is wrong?” 

“I love them!” You hiccuped.

“Unfortunately.” Lucius handed you a tissue. “The whole of Hogwarts knows this already, so I do not understand why you’re blowing snot all over my fiancé’s robes about it.” 

“They don’t feel the same way about me,” You confessed with a sob. 

Lucius stared at you incredulously. “Please do not tell me that you are this daft.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked him through narrowed, teary eyes, Narcissa rubbing the tips of your numb fingers from crying so much. 

“I did not sign up for this.” Lucius rubbed at his temples as he stood up. “I will only say this once, so make sure you are listening. Those Gryffindor idiots are so disastrously in love with one another — let me finish, damn you — and if you cannot see that they love you too, then it is your own fault. It physically pains me to see the way they smile when you are near. They would move the earth for you, and they would shake the heavens for you.” 

—

Gryffindors must have hearts made of steel, because you didn’t know how they could be so brave, to look fear right in the eyes and say: I’m ready. 

Because you surely weren’t. You were headed towards your usual spot in the courtyard by the clock tower, legs heavy and swell deep in your throat. Then, you found them, looking so achingly beautiful under the sunlight, huddled together for warmth as they smiled and laughed at lame puns and mistimed jokes. 

Did you have a place with them? 

You were about to find out.

“Hey,” You greeted once you were right in front of them. A month of evading them, and now you were here. It was like finding a piece of your soul that you had lost.

(For them, seeing you was like finally being able to breathe again.) 

“Hey,” said Lily, devoid of any warmth, and that broke you. 

Bravery was poison, you decided. A trap for weak-hearted fools like you. 

Sirius shot James a look before clenching his jaw. “No choir practice today? No study sessions with Cissa or Reg? Wait, no, I’ve got it. Slughorn’s dinner party? Or is it detention with McGonagall today? Does her highness finally feel up to talking to the peasants?”

You inhaled sharply. “Never mind. This was a bad idea.”

But this — is what you deserved. You had hurt them badly, so it was only right for them to stomp on your heart for everyone to see, just as you did to them many times this month. 

A sob tore from your lips as you swivelled on your heels, ready to flee the scene and never show your face to anyone else ever again. Yet, before you could leave, Remus clamped his hand over your wrist. 

“Why?” He stared at you, searching for anything that could explain your sudden behaviour. Remus looked at you with such emotion, tightly holding onto you — but never enough to hurt, because Remus could never be capable of hurting you. He’d die before he would ever cause you pain. 

 (You made him feel unafraid of the moon.) 

“Was. . . was it something I did?” Remus asked, laying his wounds bare for you to see. “Was it me?”

“I love you!” You shouted in the midst of panic — you had never wanted to cause Remus to doubt himself. Your loud declaration had caught the attention of some, but you stood on, curling your fists firmly. You needed to do this. 

“I love you.” You said once more, breathlessly, staring right into James’s eyes. Such a beautiful shade of hazel. “I love each one of you. And it. . . it hurts right here.” Tears dripped from your eyes to the side of your chin as you splayed your hand over where your heart rested. 

“Because you don’t feel the same.” 

The four of them simply gazed at you, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. 

You took that as confirmation for what you had been fearing all along. 

“And that’s okay if you don’t,” You snivelled, unable to see clearly with the streams of tears in your eyes. You thought of how Sirius melted at Lily’s touch and how Remus was the anchor to James’s wild streak. How they all complemented each other and fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. “Just give me a few months, and I’ll get over it. It’s a stupid crush anyway, it’s my fault. The four of you are perfect together, how could—”

“Shut up,” James hissed before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. Cherries and pumpkin pasties. He kissed you deeply once more before pressing his lips to your eyes, desperately washing away your tears with his devotion. “Was that it? We could have been doing this ages ago.”

“What?” You rasped, knees buckling at the weight of his gaze.

James only smiled, stealing your third kiss. 

Sirius pulled your hand, his arm encasing your waist as you stumbled to his chest. Like James, he kissed you fervently, like he wanted to chase off all your fears and doubts. His lips were warm against yours — firewhiskey. You wanted to be burnt by his flames again and again. He held you close, committing every inch to memory. 

(You were art that he wanted to worship.)

He kissed your forehead. “We love you, daft girl.”

He kissed both of your eyes, chuckling when a new wave of tears came. “We have loved you ever since you burnt my mother’s howler in fourth year, and gave us poorly-knitted sweaters for Christmas.” 

“I love you,” said Sirius. “As certain as the spring that arrives after winter, I love you.” 

You snuffled. “I. . . I don’t understand.” 

Remus stepped in your line of sight to place his jacket over you — it was Sirius’s leather jacket, really, but Remus liked to claim it occasionally. He bundled you in earmuffs and rested his chin atop your head, exhaling in relief. “I thought it was me.” 

You shook your head, clinging to the front of his shirt. “No, never. It was me. I’m sorry.” 

Remus grinned wolfishly, eyes swooping down to your kiss-stained lips. (There you were, standing in the snow that threatened to melt, eyes rimmed with tears, hair wildly ablaze from the cold breeze, cheeks damp and red — but how devastatingly beautiful you were.) “May I?” 

You nodded. “P-Please.”

Blueberries and dark chocolate. Remus whispered against your lips, “If it wasn’t already clear, the feeling is bloody mutual — we love you, just as the moon loves the sun enough to chase after it every day.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart, you were surprised to see him holding back tears of his own. “All my life, I thought I was this monster who didn’t deserve to live. But you, all of you, make me selfish enough to want to belong here.” 

He kissed you desperately, words of adoration and love falling from his lips. 

Finally, your eyes settled on Lily. You waited for her reaction with a bated breath. 

You hadn’t expected for her to burst into tears as she rushed over to you. 

“Don’t you ever do that again,” said Lily angrily before circling you in her embrace, burying her nose in your hair. You hugged her back, drowning in her scent and warmth. “You are deserving of all the things you want, so don’t run away — if you run, we’d follow you, idiot girl.” 

Then, Lily captured your lips with her own. 

She tasted like happy endings.

note: 4k words and 6 hours later, here we are! let it be known i was THE poly marauders enthusiast years ago. i always wanted one with lily in the polycule so here we are. this is me manifesting my college romance, y'all. look away. anyways, i hoped u enjoyed it!! brought a smile to your face and all!! might make a part two for more fluff and to establish more relationship dynamics since this was written on a whim ;D also i planned a cute scene with peter as well, so i'll just write that in part two el em ay yo.

[reallyromealone]

Title: growing

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Pairing: Lilia vanrouge x reader

Warnings: omegaverse, Omega male reader, alpha Lilia, baby malleus, married life, slight au, fluff

Notes: none

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

Lilia smiled at his mate, the Omega guarding their little egg so well in their nest "hello starlight..~" (name) let Lilia kiss his fingers before the former knight now king interlaced them "how are you fairing..?" His voice tender as (name) gently traced his fingers on the egg "he's almost ready" (name) whispered with hushed excitement and Lilia looked fondly at his mate, the dragon fae having been communicating with the egg.

"Our little malleus is already so strong~" he cooed at the newborn hatchling who snuggled into (name), still to young to be out of dragon from as he needed warmth consistently from (name) till his own flame grew within "he's very curious.." (name)s voice soft and delicate as he scratched under the dragons chin "Soon I'll teach him how to light things on FIRE" the calm Omega has a manic grin on his face and Lilia looked fondly at his mate as their son nibbled on (name)s finger, no fangs yet but that was to be expected.

Lilia never expected the firstborn Omega son to fall for him, the royal family though very active for their people were fairly reclusive in nature and the fact he rejected any and all suitors to pursue Lilia as in fae culture; omegas pursued their desired mate.

"Malleus we don't bite" (name) chastised his little pup who made a little hissing noise and stomped his front paws angrily "behave little hatchling" Lilia lifted the little dragon who looked frustrated at his tiny little legs as he made little sounds "yes yes, I know little one" Lilia was so sweet this life he helped create, he loved his precious son so much.

It wasn't till Malleus was around a year old when he could finally transform, tumbling to follow his parents around "papapapapa!" He said happily as he chased down Lilia, the king smiling at the boy who clung to his legs "my my, hello spitfire" Lilia grinned before leaning down to the boy who bonked his tiny horned head against his, apparently it was a draconic way of greeting, precious though the horns didn't feel great.

But Lilia would never complain.

"You have been getting very fast these days, soon papa won't be able to keep up~" Lilia lifted malleus into his arms and continued his walk, Malleus babbling as they walked down the endless halls.

"Let's see what your Dam is up to, yes?"

[sweetpandorabox]

Fred Weasley as a boyfriend 💥🦁

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this troublemaker yet funnier and sexy twin could include:

👨🏻‍🦰🪦🧹

He's very affectionate in a playful kind of way, for example, he can pick you up like a ragdoll and would playfully threaten to throw you in the black lake, tackle hugs, rest his chin right on top of your head because he's built like a tree, smacks your ass, pinch your cheeks and harmless prank here and there to make you laugh.

He's lowkey the jealous type but plays it off well and hides it away from you because if you caught him jealous he knows you'll never drop it.

Still flirts and tease you like you guys aren't already dating. Sending a wink and smile your way and whispering dirty yet clever pickup lines all the time to see you blush.

Him being lowkey a bad influence on you by taking you along and breaking the school rules to pull pranks, but somehow the best memories that the two of you have together are of breaking rules and being silly teenagers together.

Pulling faces, sending notes, hitting you with paper balls at you during classes to get your attention if he isn't sitting next to you, because if there's anything that Fred loves most it's your attention.

You guys have a deal, he teaches you how to juggle, cartwheel and cast cool spells in return for you helping him with his school work.

He loves PDA and is not ashamed of it and would pull it anywhere he could, in some occasions he's gotten told to keep his hand off you just for an hour until class ends by numerous different professors.

The both of you have a special place where you're able to just hold each other and snog whenever you feel like it, so to mark the place Fred carved both of your initials inside of a big heart on a nearby tree by that spot so everyone knows who this place belongs to.

Stealing all of his knitted sweaters and hoodies because they're much larger on you, but then he asks Molly to make one for you this Christmas with your initial on it and you got super excited that you wear it every day for a month.

Likes when you call him Freddie, Baby, Good-looking, Spitfire, or Casanova (you call him that before the both of you started dating and still use it at times).

He calls you cute nicknames like Baby, Lover-Girl, Sexy, or Sunshine.

His love language is probably quality time because spending time with you and making memories with you is what he cherishes most.

He stares at you all the time and can't keep his eyes off you, one time he full-on ditched his school work and was looking at you focusing on your own thing while he plays with your ponytail the entire time.

Molly adores you because of how much the both of you bonded through food, she teaches you how to make Fred's favorite meal and she encourages you to stay over at the burrow as much as possible because to be honest, she likes how Fred is when you're around and Molly may or may not like you more than Fred.

Asks for messages after a rough Quidditch practice or games that usually elevate to something more... a.k.a sex.

He asks for your opinion on the joke shop products he and George have come up with but doesn't dare make you try them because he doesn't want to see you hurt or be embarrassed.

Dance party inside his shared dorm room with snacks when everyone is away and blaring out his phonograph with the weird sister's newest record player album.

Him sneaking into your shared dorm room quietly and frequently because he wants to sleep with you and not in his own bed, so it's not unusual for your roommates to see a shirtless Fred cuddling you in the morning.

Joking and confusing new people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends? (but in the end, he can't keep his hands off you anyways so they're bound to know)

Him leaving all of his classes early just so he can meet you outside and escort you to your next class so he can have those extra moments with you.

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Jump Scare

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You get quite the jump scare during a movie night with Bucky. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Implied sex, scary movie (violence), jump scare, prank, scary vibes, slight feels, established relationship, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #9 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! A bit further down the line for Hothead and Spitfire. @tavners, @maskedmistress87, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, this did NOT go the way I wanted it to, but that's okay!❤️ Edit: Also submitting for @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-A-Thon with "What's your favorite scary movie?". Not beta read and written on my phone​, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sound of the basement door creaking open permeated the air in the otherwise silent house, fear paralyzing the soon-to-be victim who hid under the staircase. Terror mounted with each heavy footstep, as if they were a countdown to her impending doom. The masked assailant surveyed the dark space with his sharp knife in hand, still stained with the blood of the girl’s boyfriend who tried and failed to protect her. She covered her mouth as the killer got closer, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to keep from making any sounds. Maybe there was a chance he wouldn’t find her.

Her prayers were seemingly answered as the killer began to walk back up the steps, daring her to crawl out from her hiding space once she thought it was safe.

The bloodcurdling scream she let out as the knife plunged into her chest a heartbeat later was the last sound she ever made.

You stifled a yawn as you stared at the television, red light from the screen illuminating the darkened room as the killer stabbed his victim over and over again. “Why do people in horror films immediately pop their heads out when they think the killer’s gone? Do they just think they gave up? Or that they outsmarted them somehow?”

Bucky chuckled as he threw an arm over your shoulder. “I think that’s one of the rules of those films.”

“Which part? Running into a terrible spot where the killer is inevitably going to find you or thinking the coast is clear when it isn’t?”

“Both,” he replied.

You huffed and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Bucky’s lap. You had to hand it to him. When he asked you over for a movie night, you figured it was an excuse to get in your pants. So when he invited you in and took you to the living room instead of the bedroom, it both surprised and disappointed you. It wasn’t that you wanted sex to be the main thing between you two. You enjoyed talking to him.

But, fuck, was he amazing in bed and you were only human.

Your new boyfriend, which was both exciting and nerve-wracking that it was official, had set up a few blankets and pillows on the couch so you’d be comfortable while watching the films. He shut off the lights to create, in his words, a spooky ambience. There was no reason not to indulge him. He even had a couple of your favorite snacks nearby so you wouldn’t have to get up and go to the kitchen.

Who said motocross riders couldn’t be a little bit romantic?

Bucky took your hand after you finished your helping of popcorn and slowly licked the salt and butter off one of your fingers. The cheeky little shit smirked when you sharply inhaled. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“You’re really asking me that right now?”

“Just curious,” he said, gently licking your middle finger when you held it up in his face. It was difficult not to feel aroused with his amazing tongue lavishing you with attention. “Are you giving me the middle finger to insult me or is that a promise?”

“It’s both. Fuck you and fuck you, Hothead,” you said, gasping when he lightly nibbled the tip.

“That can be arranged,” he smirked.

He isn’t romantic. He’s horny just like me.

“See? I knew there was a reason other than movies for having the blankets out here,” you smiled. You knew deep down he wanted you to stay the night. The man was a cuddler. “As much as I joke about some of the cliches, I like a lot of scary movies. The jump scares are always fun, especially when you don’t see them coming.”

“Name one movie,” he said, finally allowing you to take your hand back as he shifted to face you more. Neither of you were paying attention to the movie on the screen now. “Just one.”

“Okay,” you said after a moment, one recent film you watched popping up in your mind. “I like ‘Ready or Not’.”

His brows pinched a bit. “That’s the film about the bride getting hunted down by the groom’s Satan worshiping family, right? Why that one?”

You lifted your chin and looked back at the screen momentarily. “Grace was kind and caring, but also determined and resourceful. She was a survivor and I found it easy to root for her,” you replied, avoiding Bucky’s gaze when your voice softened. “At the root of her character, she just wanted to be part of a family.”

It was one of the reasons you moved to town. There was nothing for you back home. Friends didn’t stick around, some wrote you off because of your outspoken attitude, and things went south with Frank. Bucky was aware of all of that. It almost sounded like you ran away, but you didn’t see it that way. You made a choice to change your path for the better.

And thanks to Natasha, you not only met Bucky, but made other friends as well.

A soft kiss to your temple made you jump a bit. “You see yourself in Grace, don’t you, Spitfire?”

You swallowed, not wanting to get emotional. It was almost unnerving how Bucky could take down the bricks of the inner wall you sometimes built up. “I guess I do,” you whispered, clearing your throat. “But if you marry me one day and you try to sacrifice me so you can keep winning races or whatever, I will haunt your ass forever.”

Bucky’s nose scrunched as he laughed, bringing a smile to your face. “Listen, we both know if I’d try to sacrifice you that you’d knock my ass in the dirt,” he joked. You were glad he went along with the humor you shifted to instead of delving into a deep discussion. You could save that for another day. “And I wouldn’t do that anyway because I’d fight beside you.”

His declaration spread warmth from your chest as you snuggled close. It meant more to you than he knew. “Keep saying sweet things like that and we won’t make it through the next movie.”

“I’ll say all the sweet things you want,” he promised, resting his head against yours. “I actually did have an ulterior motive for movie night.”

I knew it.

You narrowed your eyes even though you directed your gaze at the television and not him. “Well, you have to tell me what your motive was.”

“I wanted to watch scary movies with you in the hopes you’d get a little scared and cuddle in my lap,” he admitted, the screams from the speakers not affecting either of you in the slightest. “But I should’ve known you don’t scare that easily since you’re a badass.”

It was so endearing that you couldn’t help but smile. “Being a badass doesn’t mean I don’t get scared. I’ve just seen most of these films. I know what’s going to happen,” you said. You weren’t usually the type to jump out of your skin, especially since they were movies and nowhere close to reality. “Would you like me to pretend I’m afraid? I can do that.”

He sighed and you could easily picture the pout forming on his stupidly handsome face. “It isn’t the same when I know you’re faking it.”

“That’s what she said,” you said, making him snort as you moved the bowl of popcorn from his lap and scooted closer. “And I can easily pretend that you’ll keep me safe from the scary masked killer who isn’t actually here because he’s on television.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“He’s walking slowly and he’s managing to catch up to the girl running at full speed because of reasons. Wait! She tripped over nothing. He’s going to get her! Oh, no!” you cried before you hid your face in his chest, which rumbled when he began to chuckle. You didn’t lift your head immediately since the whiff of cologne you caught distracted you. He always smelled so good. “See? Easy.”

“That’s not very believable, but thank you for trying,” he teased before the room got quiet. “What the hell?”

“What is it?” you asked, turning to look at the television. The screen was black now, leaving the room darker than before. “What happened to the movie?”

“I don’t know,” he said, glancing behind him. “Maybe something happened with the connection. I’ll be right back.”

“You know you’re never supposed to say that. One of the horror movie rules,” you said, moving back to give him room to stand and checking your phone for messages. The light from your screen gave you a chance to catch a glimpse of his abs through his shirt when he stretched. It tempted you to pull him back down beside you. “But I’ll send a search party if you don’t come back in ten minutes.”

“How generous of you,” he said, tilting your chin up as he leaned down. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered against your lips.

You barely brushed your lips back against his in a kiss before he left you alone. “You said it twice. I’m not responsible for anything that happens to you!”

A minute passed by as you mindlessly scrolled through an app. You felt a little bad about your teasing, even if Bucky didn’t say it bothered him. You didn’t scare easily, but you could’ve allowed yourself to be a bit more vulnerable. All he wanted you to do was turn to him. When he got back, you’d do just that.

But a few more minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned.

“Bucky? It hasn’t been ten minutes, but I’ll send the search party,” you said, looking behind you when you didn’t get an answer. You still couldn't see much of anything. “Bucky?”

THUD.

It sounded like Bucky fell to the ground in another room. At least, you thought it was him. “Are you okay?” you called out, using your phone to light a path as you got up and left the room. “Do you need help?” you added, flipping the switch for the hallway light.

Which didn’t turn on.

If this were a horror movie, his body would either fall out of a ceiling somewhere or he’d be the killer.

“Of course,” you mumbled to yourself as you slowly walked down the hall. You were familiar enough with Bucky’s place, but it almost felt empty and cold as you searched for him. The wind picking up outside only made the unsettling feeling grow. Why wasn’t he answering you? “Bucky, come on. We can just watch a movie on my phone.”

BANG.

You jumped when the office door slammed shut, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you took a step toward it. “Well played. You got me to jump,” you said, hesitating as you reached for the doorknob. There was something red smeared on it. No way was that blood. It couldn’t be. “Bucky?”

It’s just a prank, right? He’s fine. He’s perfectly fine.

You pressed your ear against the door to listen for any noises before something slammed against it on the other side, making you jerk back. Your heart admittedly leapt in your throat. You wished Bucky was beside you to hold your hand.

“Okay, Bucky! You win! I’m officially creeped out!” you announced, hoping it would get him to jump out before something hit the door again. “Fine, asshole! Ready or not, here I come!”

The door flew open before you could twist the knob. You held up your phone with a shaky hand and spotted a large figure in the light. He wore what you guessed was a dark robe and a Boogeyman mask, the eyes and mouth completely blacked out. That wasn’t the thing that made your mouth fall open with a scream.

It was the bloody machete in his hand.

Your eyes scanned the darkness for Bucky, worried more about him than yourself. “Run,” the figure whispered, lifting the weapon over his head.

Fight or flight kicked in and you chose to fight, though you didn’t have anything to use as a weapon. “Fucker! What did you do to my boyfriend, you piece of shit?!” you yelled, kicking him as hard as you could in the shin when he got close enough. He hardly budged, but you hobbled back and grabbed your foot as pain shot through it. “Ow, fuck! Are you made out of pure muscle?!”

The Boogeyman dropped the machete immediately. “Shit, are you okay?” he asked in a normal voice as he took out a phone and pressed the screen, the lights in the place coming on a moment later.

You recognized that voice.

Bucky. Fucking. Barnes.

“Bucky,” you said through your teeth when he removed the mask and brushed his long hair from his eyes. “What the actual fuck?!”

“I'm sorry. I was trying to scare you a little, not hurt you,” he said, going to look at your foot. You almost kicked him again. “Is it okay?”

“It’s fan-fucking-tastic, asshole!” you hissed as you hit his right arm with a ringing slap. “Shithead!” you added, smacking his arm again as he laughed. He was laughing at you. “Fucker!”

And to think I felt bad for not acting more scared during the movie.

You tried to get another hit in, but he grabbed your wrist before the blow landed. “Easy, Spitfire. Okay, I deserved a couple of hits. It was a stupid joke.”

“So stupid,” you snapped when the corner of his lip twitched. If he laughed again… “How did you shut everything off?”

“App on my phone for the lights and streaming service. I got ready and hid here until you went to look for me. Though I had to make a loud noise for you to do so,” he said, the humor in his blue eyes almost outweighing his worry. “I really am sorry.”

“And where the hell did you even get this?” you asked, tugging on the robe.

“Remember, all the guys are helping out with that haunted hayride this weekend? We each got scary costumes for it,” he reminded you. All the riders planned to help out, followed by a party once it wrapped up “Are you really okay?”

Your heartbeat returned to a slower pace as you took a breath. There were tons of films where boyfriends pretended to be killers to scare their girlfriends. It was somehow oddly endearing that Bucky did the same thing.

“I’m fine,” you said, even as unshed tears burned your eyes. “But I did think for a moment something may have happened to you. And it isn't like watching you at the tracks when I know there's an element of danger or watching a movie. This was different.”

And that scared me.

“Hey. I'm right here and I’m okay,” he whispered, touching your cheek. “I just wanted to scare you so I could comfort you. I'm sorry.”

Stupidly sweet logic.

“That’s such a guy thing to do,” you said as he gave you an abashed smile. “Okay, I’ll let you comfort me. You’re also going to rub my foot,” you added, which actually felt perfectly fine now, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll give you the best foot massage,” he promised. “You really tried to beat the ‘killer’ up for thinking he did something to me. I’m touched.”

“Well, I didn’t have a weapon, but I’ll aim for the crotch next time,” you teased a little, giggling when he winced. “I guess I’m just as dumb as some of those horror movie victims.”

“You’re not dumb. You’re a badass. And I would’ve done the same thing if I thought someone hurt you,” he smiled, making your heart race for a good reason this time. “And I’m still your boyfriend after this, right?”

You smiled softly, but poked him in the chest for good measure. “Yeah, but I’m not sorry for kicking you in the shin, you can fuck yourself tonight, and I’m telling Nat what you did.”

Because if anyone is scarier than an angry girlfriend, it’s Natasha Romanoff.

“You know, you’re hot when you’re pissed off. Very hot,” he smirked. The vicious glare you gave him didn’t sway him as he gripped the back of your head. “And let’s see if I can convince you to let me fuck you.”

“It’s going to take a lot of convincing.”

You opened your mouth to accept the slide of his tongue against yours and allowed him to press you against the hallway wall. Nat would surely give him a piece of her mind tomorrow for scaring you. Tonight though, you’d let Bucky convince you to snuggle again and sleep with him. Because you had to hand it to him.

He delivered a worthy jump scare.

Motocross!Bucky was sharing a brain with lumerjack!Steve, wasn't he? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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"MOTH TO A FLAME (part 4)"

Bada Lee x Fem! Reader

part 3 ⟵ part 4 ⟶ part 5

series masterlist

summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, suggestive, this isn't proofread so... sorry for any mistakes lol- lemme know if I missed anything!

After the eliminations and all the teams had said their goodbyes to TsubaKill, everyone wrapped up filming for the day. Some crews had stayed in their rooms to decompress a bit before leaving the studio for the day. Jam Republic had been sitting around when a knock was heard on their door. Bada had come to speak with y/n, and the two decided to hang out.

“Are you free now?” the shorter one asked, and Bada held out her hand for y/n to take, which she did. The two already grinning like lovesick idiots.

“For you I am.” Bada responded smoothly, swinging their joint hands back and forth. Y/n rolled her asked, trying to hide her blush by faking annoyance. 

“We could just walk around and get something to eat- there’s this nice plaza not too far away from here if that sounds interesting to you” she continued, really hoping the idea appealed to the younger girl, seeing as it was one of Bada’s favorite spots to visit when she was around the area.

“That sounds perfect- Lemme just get changed real quick!” y/n smiles excitedly and bounces on the balls of her feet.

“Okay, good! I’m gonna change too, so just come knock on my door when you’re ready” Bada squeezed her hand and smiled as she felt herself relax her shoulder she didn’t even realize had tensed up while waiting for the response. The smaller girl across from her nods with wide, energetic eyes and backs away.

The second Bada arrives back to her own crew’s room, she’s already being slightly harassed with questions as she tries to calmly brush past her members to gather the extra clothes she brought to change into. 

“Oh, you’re back? I would've thought that you’d left with y/n already” Lusher snickered from her spot on the couch. Which caused all the others to pick back up in their questioning. 

“I have to get changed, y/n’s gonna be knocking on our door soon and I have to be ready to go when she gets here.” the leader calmly, almost teasingly stated, which AGAIN sent the younger members spitfire questions at her. Bada’s lip curved up slightly as she continued to tune out her members and move past them to the changing area of their dressing room.

A few moments later, Bada exits the sectioned-off dressing area wearing light-washed baggy jeans and a light green t-shirt with white trim. Her members were slightly shocked at the more dressed-up feminine outfit, used to seeing their leader change into simple comfy clothes after filming. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her dress like that before, but it just proved to them that y/n definitely played a role in Bada’s recent fashion choices. It shocked them even more as Bada reached into her bag and pulled out a few dainty gold accessories, with pearly accents.

“Bada… you seriously had a whole outfit planned out just in case you got the chance to go on an impromptu date with her??” Kyma’s shocked expression matched that of most of her teammates, who were all just as baffled by their leader's very serious crush. Bada just looked at them through the vanity mirror as she continued to put her earrings in

“Hm? Well yeah… I always have an extra outfit for after filming, now I just carry two extra outfits- one comfy one… and then one in case I have to be somewhere that requires me to look nice…” the tall leader tried to explain in a relaxed tone, but her blush gave away the slight embarrassment she was feeling at the teasing of her members, who all giggled and shook their heads at how cute she was. They all continued to watch her get ready, like little kids who watched their mom get ready for work or a date. Bada still stood in front of the vanity mirror, bending down slightly as she slicked her hair back into a high ponytail, making sure to flatten out her bangs after so they lay neatly against her forehead.

She finished getting ready, making sure her phone was charged and the little important things like her keys and wallet were in the small purse she brought along. Bada decided just to leave her dance bag there for the night, seeing as she’d be back the next day and knew she’d end up calling a cab to get home later in the evening.

“So where are you guys going that caused you to dress nice?” Minah asked, genuinely curious, looking up at the tall girl from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coach. Bada smiled, amused.

“We were planning on just walking around and getting some food… the weather’s nice and it’s supposed to rain in a few days, so why not enjoy it?” she had explained, sitting in one of the chairs closest to the door crossing one leg over the other. Her teammates all collectively sat there, all of them somehow thinking similarly in regard to their leader and her relationship with the youngest member of Jam Republic.

“Do you like her?” Cheche asked, leaning back on her palms. Everyone turned to look at her with either deadpan stares or looks of confusion. She sat up and sighed.

“I mean do you LIKE like her? Like- seriously? Romantically?” she clarified, even though everyone pretty much got what she was getting at. Now that the question was asked they were all curious to hear Bada’s response. Sure they knew she admired the much younger girl, and they all recognized how easily the two made each other blush, but did that necessarily mean it was romantic? 

Even Bada herself was slightly caught off-guard by the question. Would they be disappointed in her if she said yes? Would they not take her as seriously as a leader if she admitted to having feelings for their competition- or worse- would they stop respecting her for loving another woman? They all have taken part in the teasing and affectionate remarks about her and y/n’s relationship, but did that mean they would support it?

“Yeah… I do like her. I think I like her a lot…” Bada finally admitted after a few moments of silence. She tried to speak confidently and as if it wasn’t something she worried about; and she realized shortly after that it really wasn’t something to worry about, after seeing every single one of her members smile gently at her. Cheche huffed out a little laugh.

“Hm… good, cuz I like her for you.” the ginger concluded with a nod, and everyone laughed softly at her approval, even agreeing out loud with quiet murmurs and gentle nods. Their conversation ended when a knock was heard at the door and Bada stopped listening, immediately standing to open the door for (hopefully) y/n. When it swung open and confirmed that the smaller jam republic dancer was the one knocking, Bada’s smile grew into a cheesy grin immediately. The younger girl had on a light yellow halter neck top paired with a long denim skirt that was the same color as Bada’s jeans. Her hair was held up by a pearly yellow claw clip to match her top, and she must’ve taken off her stage makeup or something because all Bada could think about was how the girl in front of her seemed to be glowing even more than usual. The older girl couldn’t stop staring with a lovesick smile.

“You look absolutely beautiful…” she mumbled so her teammates wouldn’t hear and start teasing her, but still loud enough for y/n to hear. The younger of the two giggled girlishly and blushed, shying away for a moment.

“Thank you… you look really good too” y/n quietly fawned over Bada and smiled up at her when she finally regained the courage to. The older girl reacted similarly with shy giggles and a hushed ‘thank you’, before telling the other to wait one moment, while she grabbed her belongings and said goodbye to her team, they all smiled softly, not a single one having the heart to tease her in that moment, simple enjoying how relaxed and happy their leader looked.

“Alright- ready to go?” Bada returned with her phone in her pocket and purse over her shoulder. y/n nodded and held out her hand with a shy but cheesy smile, waiting for her to take it, causing the older to chuckle and shake her head, of course taking the smaller hand in hers. As they walked side by side out of the studio, Bada realized the sweet smell of citrus and vanilla, smiling discreetly at the shorter girl next to her. She glanced over and noticed the light blush and subtle glowy highlight decorating her cheekbones. That was something Bada had picked up as soon as she started hanging out with y/n- the girl always matched her makeup and perfume to whatever she was wearing, and it was just another little thing about her that made Bada so obsessed with her.

They continued to walk to city streets, talking and laughing about whatever came to mind. It was still warm out, and since the summer season was somewhat at it’s peak the sun was still up even though it was about 7 o’clock. The two neared a nice park area that had vendors and little shops surrounding the inner edge where they had just come from. The area was beautiful as it overlooked a lake and seemed like the perfect spot to watch the sunset. 

“Let’s get something to eat! Then we can sit and watch the sunset by the lake!” y/n excitedly requested, gently tugging on Bada’s arm to pull her in the direction of the food stops. The tall girl smiled, absolutely entranced by the girl attached to her arm. Y/n had her arm wrapped around Bada’s as she continued to direct them.

“What should we get? I still don’t really know my Korean food preferences- they’re so different now than from before…” y/n pondered out loud, hoping for her partner’s input.

“Wait- you’ve been here before?” Bada laughed in slight surprise, not realizing she missed a possibly important detail about the girl she was crushing on.

“Oh yeah! Besides the few times I've performed at k-con in the US, I’ve also performed in Korea twice. But on top of that- I spent the summer here a few years ago when I was in high school to study performance. I also spent two other summers in Japan studying dance- so that’s why I know a bit of the customs and such… but I never figured out my likes and dislikes for food…” the younger dancer finished, once again thinking about what they should eat, and now trying to figure out why she never developed an understanding of what she liked.

“Wow…” Bada quietly exclaimed, causing the other girl to bring her attention back to her with wide eyes.

“I didn’t realize you had THAT much experience… I mean- I know you’re talented and have done a lot of performances- but I didn’t think you’d done that much at such a young age…” she continued, truly baffled at how much the younger girl had trained and worked to improver the quality of her craft. It impressed her seeing as many older dancers still didn’t put in as much effort as it seems y/n has. 

“How did you even have time for school???” Bada suddenly questioned quite loudly, causing y/n to laugh at her shock.

“Well… I did my best in school while still going to dance classes after classes ended and on the weekends. Since I kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble, my parents didn’t need too much convincing when I told them I wanted to travel. It was hard though, because on top of that, I also had to work my own jobs to help pay for it, since classes alone aren’t cheap, but traveling on top of that is even harder to pay for… I always communicated with my teachers about when I would be out of class for performances and most of them were really understanding- and super supportive as well… I was really lucky.” y/n once again finished reminiscing with a small smile, the older dancer mirroring her expression.

“You really are so amazing…” Bada whispered and y/n rolled her eyes playfully again trying to conceal her shyness.

“If I'm amazing then that must mean you’re perfect…” she combatted, causing Bada to roll her own eyes and scoff in shock, still never losing her smile.

“You can’t be serious right now- I am FAR from perfect-” 

“You’re tall, somehow are able to be pretty AND handsome, are an amazing dancer and choreographer, have a beautiful smile- and don’t even get me started on how your laugh is probably the most beautiful sound on earth… you are perfect Bada… at least to me you are” y/n started out confidently, but her confidence quickly died out by the end, as she finished her rant in a soft mumble, looking down at eh ground instead of holding eye contact like she was before. Bada stood straight up in shock, arm still looped with y/n’s. She didn’t know what to say or how to react- on one hand, she wanted to argue that she, like everyone else, had many flaws; but then on the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel flattered and appreciated. So she just held her tongue altogether.

“Let’s go get something to eat” was what Bada ended up saying. y/n looked up with wide eyes that held a bit of worry, nervous that she had said something wrong. Bada noticed and simply reassured her with a gentle smile and ruffled the shorter girl’s hair, messing it up a bit. It wasn’t much, but still caused y/n to groan and take out the clip to redo her hair as she playfully glared at the older girl. They continued walking until the two were finally able to decide on a food place. They ordered and got their food, before heading over towards the grassy area of the park to sit and watch the sunset.

The two dancers sat and quietly ate, having little bits of conversation here and there, but mostly focusing on their food. Bada’s phone was still open on the camera from when she had taken pictures of their meals a few minutes prior to them digging in. She noticed how cute y/n was, cheeks puffed as she chewed a mouth full of food, so focused on the meal in front of her, and couldn’t help but discreetly lift her phone to take some candid pictures.

“Y/n…” she eventually called out to get the younger girl’s attention, who immediately looked up with raised eyebrows and wide eyes- and of course, cheeks still full of food. Bada was able to swiftly capture her cute reaction before the girl was giving her a deadpan expression and playful lifting her fisting as a “threat”. The older laughed and continued to click pictures, which caused a small bashful smile to appear on Y/n’s face as she tried not to blush and continue peacefully eating her meal. 

By the time the two had finished eating the sun was just about to set. This time y/n was the one pulling out her phone, telling Bada to pose. The older just laughed and closed her eyes, holding up half a heart to her cheek and smiling gently. Y/n smiled as she clicked away.

“Keep posing- The sky is pretty, you’re gonna wanna post it…” the younger of the two prompted still looking at the sky through the phone, only glancing up when the older spoke up

“Ya shouldn’t you be telling me to pose cuz I’m pretty?” Bada playfully pouted and whined, causing y/n to raise her eyebrows for a moment followed by her busting into a fit of giggles. She had never seen her act like this, and it warmed her heart, making her feel extra fuzzy inside. She didn’t even notice Bada’s pout melt into an affectionate smile, as the younger was trying to still get more pictures.

“Oh my god, you’re starting to sound like me…” Y/n replied finally looking up from the phone as her giggles died down. She set her phone down and just stared into Bada’s eyes, the two smiling cheesily at each other, bursting into another fit of giggles after a few seconds of silence. 

“Alright, alright, you turn-” Bada picked up her own phone again after the giggles died down once again, scooching over to sit next to where y/n was sitting, motioning for the other girl to move over and sit in front of the sunset, which she did without hesitation. y/n posed more than Bada did, more prepared than the older girl was, but after only a few nice pictures were taken, the younger started to pull silly faces and do stupid poses causing the other to laugh behind the camera. It ended up causing y/n to laugh too, which luckily was captured by Bada’s quick clicking.

“Wait- I wanna take pictures with you” the younger of the two quickly halted the process with a slight pout and wide eyes and reached her hand out to the girl across from her, waving her hand in a ‘come here quickly’ motion. Bada quickly crawled back to where she had originally sat, a small smile adorning her features as the two cuddled up with each other to take selfies. After a few were taken with the lake and sunset in the background, y/n pulled out her own phone, opened snapchat, and propped it up against one of their purses.

“No what’re you doing?” Bada giggled amusedly at the other, who had now started recording.

“You’ve never done this? Recorded yourself posing so you could go back and screenshot the moments later?” she had asked in response to the older girl, who furrowed her brows and shook her head side to side. Y/n’s jaw dropped momentarily before further explaining

“It makes taking pictures so much easier- you don’t have to set a time eight hundred times or keep going back and forth- it’s great, trust me.” and that she did. Bada watched herself and y/n in the phone’s reflection with the beautiful sunset behind them, once again giggling- they never seem to stop giggling when they’re with each other. 

About ten minutes later, y/n had countless videos of the two of them saved to her snapchat memories, ready to be looked at and later and screenshotted for the best moments. They all consisted of them smiling and giggling, of course, sometimes bursting out into full-out laughter. Some videos were them hugging and clinging to each other, or making hearts, one even had a moment where y/n was kissing Bada’s cheek and then another had the same moment but the roles reversed. The two continued their joy and sweet moments as they rewatched some of the videos, blushing all over again.

The sun was almost completely gone now, only the tiniest peach pit glow coming from the horizon, as Bada sat with arm around y/n who was leaning back on her palms, with her head resting on Bada’s shoulder, their legs slightly tangled together as they relaxed in the grass. If anyone were to walk by right now and observe them would they think the two girls were really close best friends? Or lovers? If they were bigger celebrities and well-known to the general public, would they be allowed to do this? Even if they weren’t, neither of them would care. It was peaceful, and even though neither of them spoke, it was comfortable. But nonetheless, the silence was broken

“Are you excited for the pool party?” the older of the two whispered sweetly, glancing down at the girl resting on her shoulder. y/n glanced up tiredly through her lashes and Bada swore she was looking into the eyes of an angel.

“Of course- I’m excited to finally get to actually talk to everyone. Maybe it’ll make me less hostile toward other contestants,” she responded calmly and finished her statement with a smug smile as cuddled herself back into Bada’s side causing the older to let out a loud chortle. She let out a long sigh to get herself to calm down before speaking again.

“Yeah… ya know I’m pretty excited too…” the tall girl expressed, insinuating she wants the other to ask why, which she does. When Bada doesn’t respond right away, y/n glances up at her to see her already looking back

“Well…” Bada smirks somewhat playfully but definitely preparing to say something inappropriate

“I get to my pretty girl in a pretty little swimsuit… why wouldn’t I be excited” she finally explained, causing y/n to sit completely up and scoff crossing her arms. Her jaw hung open as she tried not to show how flustered she really was, but the heat in her cheeks and the way she avoided eye contact easily gave her away. 

“Yeah? Well-” y/n struggled for something to say, stammering and stuttering, yet still coming up with nothing, as Bada just sat there and smirked seductively, leaning back on her hands. The smaller girl just groaned and rubbed her hands down her face, leaving them there to cover her eyes in hopes that she could just hide her embarrassment. When she peaked through her fingers, the older girl was still just sitting there with her head tilted and a teasing smile painting her face, yet her eyes were dark and mischievous. y/n sighed and let her hands fall aggressively to her sides. 

“You suck” she whined childishly, throwing her head back and laughing a little in between.

“Oh c’mon now don’t say things like that-” Bada fake pouted reaching her hand up to cup y/n’s face and caress her cheek

“Cuz you know that’s an easy line for me to come back from- I can quickly fluster you even worse if you wanna talk about ‘sucking’...” the older one finished, using her one hand still on the other’s face to hold quiche both cheeks condescendingly, once again rendering y/n speechless. While Bada did love getting to laugh and joke around with her, she missed seeing y/n so dazed and puppy-like the way she is now.  The way her eyes quickly glazed over and her lips slightly parted, it was such a pretty picture to Bada.

“Should we start heading home now Puppy?” the leader finally broke what seemed like minutes of silence, still holding eye contact and keeping a gentle grip on y/n’s face. When the younger nodded, Bada teased her by jerking her head up and down as a way to “assist” her response since she was still in the older girl’s grasp. Bada stood first, finally letting go of y/n’s face but immediately reached out her hand to help her stand- not letting go and continuing to pull the smaller girl into her chest with the same smirk as before, loving how y/n continued to get ever more flustered. They began walking back where they came from hand-in-hand, turning to head into the city.

“I’ll call us a car.” Bada whispered while tucking a loose strand of hair behind the other girl’s ear, letting her hand caress down the side of her neck allowing the flush to return to her skin. The older walked a couple of steps away after seeing y/n nod, opened something on her phone, and spoke to someone about having a car sent to the small twenty-four-hour coffee shop they were currently at. After a few moments, she returned and sat back across from y/n.

“They said it’ll be about ten minutes.” she continued to speak softly, taking notice of the young girl’s still somewhat hazy look. Bada couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at how precious she was- y/n was already getting sleepy before they left the park, but the older girl’s teasing right as they were leaving left her feeling in a daze- which seemed to be affecting her still. Bada thought the combination of tired and flustered y/n was definitely a sight because she became even whinier and clingier- almost as if she were intoxicated. She hadn’t even realized how much time had passed with the two of them just staring at each other until she felt her phone buzz letting her know their driver had arrived.

“C’mon princess, the car’s here.” Bada once again whispered, this time gently but still slightly authoritative. She got up first and y/n immediately followed, quickly moving to wrap both her arms around one of Bada’s, almost cuddling into her side as they began to walk out, causing the holder to smile endearingly, not even noticing the blush overtaking her face anymore.

Once they were both in the car, they were originally sat on the two opposite sides, but as soon as Bada buckled her seatbelt, y/n scooted over to sit in the middle so she could cuddle up to the older girl once again. The tall girl was really enjoying this new side of the younger girl, loving how clingy and needy she was. It really got her thinking…

About five minutes into the 15-minute drive to y/n’s apartment Bada moved her arm from around the smaller girl’s shoulder and reached in between them to unbuckle her seatbelt, causing y/n to look up in confusion. The older of the two completely turned her body sideways to face the other and gently lifted her hand to tuck another loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“This clip really isn’t doing much for you anymore… here” Bada reached around behind y/n, gently taking out the clip in the back of her hair, letting it all fall loosely. 

“There we go…” the older mumbled. She didn’t realize how close their faces were until y/n released a shallow breath that the girl herself didn’t even know she was holding. Looking into her eyes, Bada saw how dilated the young girl’s pupils were and how her lips were once again slightly parted.

“I hope this is okay…” Bada whispered before slowly closing the gap between them, pressing her plum lips to y/n’s. The younger whimpered immediately, finally feeling the slightest bit of relief at the attention she was receiving. She brought both of her hands to rest on Bada’s chest, right near her collarbones, while Bada had one hand on the side of Y/n’s neck and the other resting on the back of the car seats. The older was really glad she had said yes when their driver had asked if they wanted music on, or else the car would've been filled  with y/n’s quiet whimpers, Bada’s occasional shushes, and of course the sound of their lips molding together

The first thing Bada noticed about kissing the girl was the flavor. Her lips were sweet but held the taste of the lemon lip balm she had reapplied after they finished eating. It surprised the older girl, seeing as how she’d kissed plenty of other people before, but never noticed the taste. Was it because they were all men? There’s no way because even though it was nothing serious, Bada had kissed other women before, so how come she’s never noticed the taste?

They made it back to y/n’s apartment and Bada insisted on walking her up (even though there wasn’t much argument from y/n in the first place). They barely made it up to her floor, seeing as they were cuddled together as they got out of the car and made their way inside, continued making out in the elevator, and then clung to each other as they made their way to her door. Bada gave her a few more short kisses before separating and saying how she had to go.

“Don’t you wanna stay?” the younger whined slightly with sad puppy eyes and furrowed brows, causing her counterpart to sigh

“Of course I do… but you need rest, it’s been a long day.” Bada rubbed her sides up and down gently, trying to get the girl to understand how important it is for her to take care of herself. And instead of listening, as the older had hoped, the small girl tightened her arms around her neck and managed to pull her back down.

“But I wanna make it even longer…” y/n mumbled against her lips, kissing her again. Bada sighed into the kiss, bringing one hand up to pet the shorter girl’s hair, then moving it to the back of her neck to continue playing with the loose strands. She managed to back away for a moment, then pressed a quick but firm final kiss to y/n’s lips before taking her small face in both hands, not allowing the younger girl to try and kiss again- which of course caused a pout to form on her face.

“No more, baby” Bada giggled softly, and continued to do so when the girl in front of her whined in distress.

“Call me tomorrow, okay? You need to rest” the older of the two authoritatively requested and y/n nodded, still frowning. Bada sighed and gave her one last kiss on the lips (for real this time) before reaching into y/n’s bag and grabbing her keys, unlocking the girl’s apartment door and opening it, before handing the keys back.

“Goodnight princess” y/n sighed and huffed before backing up slightly to be inside her apartment.

“Goodnight… please text me when you get home”  she expressed with newfound worry apparent on her face, causing the older girl to chuckle softly

“I will, I promise.” then she waved, watching y/n nod and fight with herself to close the door. Once Bada heard the door lock, she headed back down and walked out to the cap that was still waiting in front to take her to her own home.

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A few days later, it was time for the pool party. Each crew arrived one by one, similarly to how they did on their first day together. Mannequeen was first, followed by 1 million. Jam Republic posed at the entrance and then strutted their way in, decked out in their fashionable yet comfy swimwear and coverups. y/n of course went all out per usual, making sure her accessories and shoes correlated perfectly with her bathing suit. The members all danced around and showed off while the other two teams cheered and hollered for them.

Wolf’lo was the next group to arrive and was followed by Deep n Dap, who was followed by Bebe. the blue team walked out, acting cool and pretending to be bodyguards with their water guns. But the second they arrived in front of all the other teams, the crew received about five seconds of cheers before some of the other teams started spraying them. Y/n jumped in shock at the sudden attack but began laughing hysterically at the usually cool older girl running away and squealing while the rest of her team clumped together in hopes that no one would start spraying them too. Eventually, team Bebe started shooting back and defending their leader (who was currently squatting at the end of the runway, curled in a ball trying to avoid the attacks). Even moments later when all six members lined up on the runway to jump in one by one, Bada stood at the back and hesitated when it was her turn, deciding to run away giggling while her teammates splashed her in revenge for not jumping in the pool with them

The last team to arrive was Lady Bounce, and after their appearance things kicked into action. All the girls began splashing around and tossing beach balls back and forth, some even dancing and making up silly choreographies in the water. It truly was such a nice bonding moment for them all. While Y/n and Harimu were playing like children (like the babies they are), Kirsten was getting splashed heavily while trying to relax on her raft, and luckily Emma caught it all on camera- including when she was completely flipped over by Redlic. Kirsten easily got her revenge though, as she emerged from the water and ran straight to redlic, gently tackling the girl and sending them both under the water. 

While almost everyone else got out of the pool to begin preparing food Harimu and y/n took turns on the big swing, with Harimu trying to show y/n how to swing while keeping her balance, but she ended up just pushing the younger girl instead of letting her swing herself.

“Harimu is like her older sister trying to teach the younger sister how to do something” Redlic giggled while snacking on a piece of watermelon. The other girls around her shared giggles as well while watching two of the youngest members of the show play around. They had endless energy as they continued to dance, swim, and mess around in the water- even when the others tok breaks or sat back and relaxed. 

“I didn’t think y/n would be so playful… she seems like such a little princess when she’s not dancing” Yoonji pointed out, causing Jam Republic to chuckle.

“That’s actually our nickname for her- “Princess” because she does actually act like one a lot” Kirsten responded matter-of-factly, leading to everyone else bursting out in laughter at the revelation.

“PRINCESS” DoHee called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound. Everyone watched in amusement as y/n stopped playing and immediately whipped around.

“Huh?” the young girl looked around with wide eyes for the source of the calling, and it caused everyone else to laugh even harder than before, leaving y/n with a cute confused smile on her face, absolutely clueless to the older dancers fawning over her.

“She’s so fucking cute, I feel like I’m dying” Bada dramatically clutched her chest in faux pain as everyone continued to laugh with her, not thinking anything of it. She was so lovestruck and captivated by the young dancer, she didn’t even have it in her to feel jealous at someone else calling y/n “princess”. 

After their outing a few nights ago- Bada couldn’t really tell if it was a date or not, so she refrained from calling it that, even though she really wanted to (and even though they literally kissed…)- she was somehow productive and super distracted at the same time. All she’d been thinking about since then was y/n- her sweet perfume, how her hair felt between her fingers, and of course the taste of her lips. She knew she was overthinking, but Bada really hoped y/n didn’t regret anything. 

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Almost all the food was ready so y/n and Harimu finally decided to come out of the pool. y/n ran shivering over to Kirsten, who was already waiting for the youngest with a towel, knowing how easily she got cold. Once y/n got close enough, the jam republic leader held the towel open with both hands and stopped forwards wrapping it around the small girl, while simultaneously engulfing her in a bear hug, coughing them both to smile and giggle.

Once again other teams admired the dynamic of the pink crew, loving how caring their leader is, and fawning over their youngest’s baby-like behavior. 1 million specifically loved to sit and watch y/n be babied, finding her mannerisms quite adorable, much like everyone else but on a much larger scale. Imagine a whole team of Bada’s (minus the romantic feelings) and that’s exactly team 1 million reacts to y/n- even Lia Kim! 

Latrice is towel drying the youngest’s hair, playful shaking her head around (they really do baby her to the max) when suddenly y/n’s name is being called out by an oh-so-familiar voice. She lifted her head out of the towel, hair now quite messy, and looked towards the voice, seeing her favorite (non-jam republic) girl waving her over. Y/n smiled brightly and waddled over to Bada who was grilling with Funky Y.

“What’s up?” the small Jam Republic girl asked with bright eyes, looking up at Bada, who found her adorable with no makeup, still completely wrapped in her fluffy towel.

“Try this-” was all the older girl had said before lifting up a piece of freshly grilled meat, blowing on it gently, and holding it for the other to eat. Y/n took two little steps forward and opened her mouth widely, letting out a soft ‘ahh’ sound as she waited for Bada to place it in her mouth, which she did, then followed it by picking up her own piece. after a few seconds of chewing, y/n’s eyes widened and brows furrowed as she hummed in delight. Bada couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth since she was still trying to swallow her own piece of meat, but she picked up another slice, holding it out to the younger of the two who was smiling happily as she was ready to be fed again.

“I seriously can’t believe y/n had Bada wrapped around her finger like that… Gooseul commented sulking a little. JJ just scoffed and knocked shoulders with her.

“Y/n has everyone wrapped around her finger…”

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The alcohol was brought out to each team’s tent, and all eyes were on the two youngest members of Jam Republic.

“Are we even allowed to be doing this…” Audrey mumbled quietly to y/n, who was staring confusedly at the bottles in front of them. Short answer- no. long answer- technically yes, since they were of age in Korea, just not in the States. Either way, they were not shown on camera anywhere near the alcohol.

After everyone finished eating and drinking, the dancer went back to enjoying their relaxation time- most choosing to stay out of the pool, while others went back in. 

“Oh my god…” Bada suddenly mumbled, eyes wide, looking like she’d just seen a ghost. Tatter looked over and began to panic seeing her leader’s face.

“What?? What’s wrong??” the blonde whispered frantically.

“She has a tattoo…” the leader responded in a daze. Tatter’s jaw dropped as she stared blankly, then scoffed mumbling ‘I seriously cannot believe you’. Bada was genuinely baffled. How did she not know this? Has she just not been paying attention? It really wasn’t her fault though seeing as y/n’s tattoo was small and on her upper-middle back, right on her spine. It was a simple little symbol representing her zodiac. Since she wore tops and sports bras that covered her back most of the time, it was really hard to see unless she had on a fully open-back top, and even when she wore those, you still might not see it if her hair was in the way. Like today- the young girl’s swimsuit has a fully open back, but her hair had been down most of the afternoon until she recently decided to put it up in a bun after it got wet, exposing her back. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice the one on her hip-” “WHAT???” Lusher tried to comment but was immediately cut off. She sighed with a mischievous-knowing smile and took a sip of her drink, eyeing her leader before speaking up again.

“Yeah, I don’t know how you didn’t notice that…” tatter and Minah giggled as their teammate teased the leader, who was now trying (and failing) to discreetly look at y/n in hopes of catching sight of the other mentioned tattoo.

“Lusher you’re so mean” Tatter laughed and whined playfully, feeling a bit of pity for their simp of a leader

“of course she wouldn’t be able to see it… we only saw it by accident- it’s on her hip bone and her bottoms cover it up. We just… happened to be there when Redy got a little too rowdy with her…” Minah tried to calmly explain, while Lusher on the other hand was stifling laughter as she watched Bada’s face switch from desperate puppy to aserious leader. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean” the oldest bebe member questioned grimly, causing Lusher’s extreme laughter to escape her and Tatter to suppress a wide grin and laughter, leading her to snort.

“Well you know… they were playing around and bathing suits aren’t glued to your body so… it slipped?” Minah awkwardly explained what happened between y/n and Redy to Bada, whose face was now pale and her mouth was slightly open.

“Oh c’mon Bada, I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before…” Lusher teased again, always loving to watch her group’s leader get worked up over the tiny girl from the pink team. Bada gasped and whipped her head to look at the girl who previously had spoken

“Excuse me- I’m- I- what is that even supposed to mean?” she expressed how flustered she was at her teammate's insinuation, but didn’t want to give her fuel for any more teasing.

“I’m just saying, we never know what you two are up to when you’re alone- I guess I’m just surprised you haven’t seen it already…” Lusher spoke once again teasingly before taking a long sip of her drink

“Hm… another experience I have with y/n that you don’t, better step up your game leader…” she smirked and chewed on her straw to stifle her laughter as Bada’s jaw clenched and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath. The older girl held her hand up and opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed her hand into a tight fist and pursed her lips before deciding to just turn around and walk away, causing the three other members of team Bebe to burst out laughing again.

The leader didn’t get very far though before the monitors were turning on surprising everyone. All teams and their members turned to face the main screen, some still in the pool or nearby it, while others relaxed in the chairs and tents. The video that played shocked everyone, leaving them all gasping and excitedly chattering as Japanese-Filipino choreographer: Rie Hata appeared to give them their next mission.

“It’s time for you to begin the long-awaited Mega Crew Mission”

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[thetravelingtyper]

WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time

Updated 5 -11 to add Our Shattered Heart Headcanons!

MASTER LIST

enjoy - Ash

Simon Ghost Riley

Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)

Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser

Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)

Comfort Character Pt 1, Part 2, part 3

On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Misc Posts!

Library AU idea!

Compromising Position ft Soap!

Hypnogogic (Angst)

Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!

Soft! Simon Headcannons

Poly 141!

Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Headcanons! (just extra content for the universe!)

Part 1,

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…

[freakingholland]

Lovebirds times two - YJ!Dick Grayson x fem!reader

A/N: Is this another fluffy fic that contributes to the “Dick Grayson looks gorgeous and can have any woman” trope? Maybe! (yes) But we deserve happy Dick alongside happy Spitfire, okay? I’ll write something agst-ish some time I promise!

Warnings: not proofread! fluffy af, a couple of swear words, slightly suggestive dialogue but nothing nsfw. If I missed anything, please let me know!

Summary: Heroes do get to attend weddings every once in a while. It's especially exciting, when it's a dear friends' ceremony.

Word count: 1.4K +

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“I love these two with my entire heart but HOLY FUCK— I really don’t feel like getting ready today…” you whined sheepishly as you were in the middle of putting moisturizer over your freshly washed face. You and your significant other were in the middle of your preparations for your dear friends’ wedding. It was Artemis and Wally’s big day.

“Don’t even get me started. I told you we could get somebody to get your makeup and hair done. You can’t complain now.” Dick responded with slight frustration in his voice. It was obvious that he wasn’t actually mad at you, just not necessarily content with the fact that despite being in a committed relationship for so many years you still had trouble with making use of the benefits that came along with dating one of the Wayne’s sons.

“No, no don’t get me wrong babe I would appreciate that, it’s just— I feel a bit lazy today, wish I could just snap my fingers and get ready magically. If you know what I mean.”

“—plus, I don’t trust people with my face and hair, being comfy in my own skin is my top priority for today. I can’t wait to get there and have fun with our fam. I’ve been really looking forward to tonight.”

Dick walked over from the sink where he was previously finishing brushing his raven, still slightly wet and disheveled bangs. He had a towel wrapped tightly around his hips as he had just gotten out of the shower. The entire bathroom smelled like his strongly, yet freshly scented cosmetics. Seeing Richard in his work uniform and in his Nightwing suit is one thing, but seeing your partner clean and well-rested in the comfort of your shared apartment is another thing. Regardless of your lengthy relationship you still felt butterflies circling around in your stomach at this rare sight.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your hips and rested his chin in the crook of your neck, tickling you with his hair.

“Me too hun.” He responded while exhaling deeply against your bare, moist back. His warm embrace prolonged for another couple of seconds. You could easily tell Dick also felt sentimental about being home and being able to enjoy normal life. Whatever normal life means.

“Kay- I’ll let you do your thing now.” Before leaving the bathroom to start dressing up Dick took your face in his calloused hands and planted a quick kiss on your forehead. Dick crinkled his nose.

“God you’re pretty.” He was shaking his head on his way to your bedroom.

With a genuine smile on your face, you continued with the preparations.

*

You did not let slight sluggishness take over your body and you managed to get ready within an hour. Dick didn’t have the opportunity to see your outfit yet, after he had finished getting ready, he slumped on the sofa to watch TV and kill some time as he patiently waited for you to get ready. You walked into your living room and as soon as your partner heard your shoes click on the floor, he quickly turned to examine your look for the festive night.

“Oh wow- love. You look fantastic.” He quickly got up from the sofa to take a closer look. He soaked up the joy that you brought him with just your groomed appearance and a genuine smile, while eyeing you up and down with a huge grin plastered across his unwearied face.

Dick was wearing a black tuxedo paired with a white button up shirt, a black bowtie, and black oxfords. He also sported a watch with a black leather strap.

“You don't look too bad yourself sir…”

“—who am I kidding, GOD I love your hair! It’s so shiny!”

He chuckled at your answer and swept a strand of his thick bangs to the side.

“I think we should speed up this whole wedding thing and actually rent out a venue, you know?” you continued. After you said that your and Dick’s eyes laid on your engagement ring.

Dick sincerely cares about your wishes when it comes to retaining of your personal aesthetic, it took him a couple of visits at different jewelry shops in Gotham to choose a proper engagement ring. Despite knowing you well he still needed someone’s assistance - or rather mental reassurance that he’s making the right choice. That’s why Dick invited Bruce to participate in the important opting. They ended up choosing a white gold band with a small emerald-cut sapphire.

Talk about cheesiness. But the said cheesiness is one of the reasons why your bond was and is so strong. Your lives don’t stray from the hardships and sorrow in spite of the additional, demanding chapter that is your partner’s and your service as a literal heroes. Both Dick and you have your problems and traumas, but the two of you putting in the effort to communicate well, be patient and to keep your spirits up is what works well - as your relationship’s binder.

“And my hair is all that it takes for you to say that?”

“—I’m starting to get worried that we might be together just because you think I’m so fucking sexy.”

“We’re also together because of your humbleness…” Your answer caused Dick to roll his eyes. The grounding remark didn’t stop him from giving you a peck on the lips. As your lips parted, he threw a quick glance at his watch and slowly started going towards your kitchen. He went to grab a set of keys that was lying on the island, as well as a previously prepared bag of necessities such as band aids and emergency trainers.

“Are we ready my beautiful lady?” he offered you his arm in a jokingly chalant manner. You quickly grabbed your clutch bag and a coat.

“Ummm, I think we are now.” After double checking if you have everything that both of you needed to comfortably celebrate among your dearest companions as well as your precious gift, you started walking towards the door of your apartment.

*

Your best friends’ wish was to get married in Gotham City regardless of it being your usual work location. The ceremony was set to take place in a small palace, close to the border of the city. When you had arrived at the scene it was drizzling, the air felt very humid and had a pleasant earthy scent. But said weather didn’t interfere with the charm of such a special evening.

After the lovely wedding ceremony everyone drove to a beautifully decorated restaurant. The tables looked very minimalistic, even so the entire place was filled with beige and light pink flowers – carnations, lilies, roses. Artemis’ effort really paid off because the place looked both elegant and warm. Partially because of a gentle glow that bathed the entire area.

The newlyweds were beaming with happiness. They looked physically relaxed now that the official part of the evening was over. They were making sure to spare some time for every single guest, whether it was to chat with them or to take a picture. Right before one of the hot meals you managed to catch them and take the two to the side, in order to give them their special gift.

Both of them teared up when you and Dick handed them a large oil painting of the pair, which was based on a photo from a trip that the four of you went on a couple of years ago.

“There is no way! You guys! That’s beautiful, I really don’t know what to say…,” said Wally. Artemis was so taken aback that she remained silent while her now husband continued his thanks. Their eyes were glistening with happy tears and that warmed your heart.

*

You twirled with a slight laugh escaping your lips. Dick’s strong arms quickly embraced your figure to keep you closer to his warm body.

“I’m so glad we chose that photo for the painting. They were in awe.”

“I was in awe when I saw you in that outfit. You’re right, I’m getting us a venue tomorrow.”

“And you laughed at me when I complemented your hair!” you playfully smacked Dick’s chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your faux mad expression. That was the Y/N that he fell in love with.

He slumped his shoulders to close the distance between you two as you softly swayed to the rhythm of a slower song.

“I’m so glad that I have you angel.” He leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Soon to be Mrs. Grayson. All mine.”

-

If you get the “god you’re pretty" reference I love you.

Stay whelmed xx

Tori

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STAR GALA DRESS 2

Starscream x human

Warnings: segestive, mention of prostitution, swearing.

Word count: 1.1k

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They rest against Starscream's shoulder plating as they enter the Gala, there are many bots from different cities and factions there. Many of them stare at the senator of Vos as he and his human companion enter.

Starscream held his wings high as he strode into the gala, his human consort resting comfortably on his shoulder plating. Optics from all factions turned to observe the formidable High Chancellor and Senator of Vos as he entered with his unusually small partner.   

The Seeker felt optics appraising his sleek armour and impressive wingspan with both respect and envy. As a high-ranking member of the Senate, his presence commanded attention among both allies and opponents. His human, however, drew curious and amused looks from many of the guests. Whispers are passed between many of the bots there. 

Reaching up they gave Starscream's audial a comforting pat. While he loathed these political shows, he intended to show off and display his charming companion. 

"Seems like you have a lot of attention on your high Chancellor '' they tease softly, low enough for only him to hear, their eyes darting around taking in the scenery. As they press their  lips against his audials, even more optics linger on the duo. It makes them smirk against his plating "How many of them do you think can understand me? I doubt many have the translation software " Mischief coated words flow from them.

Scanning the crowd with a discerning optic, the Seeker noted the many optics darting between him and his sinful tease of a partner who is already looking for drama. He's aware that rumours would swirl about the formidable Senator of Vos and his petite fleshling. But gossip did little to deter him. 

At their query, Starscream's mouthplates quirked in a subtle smirk. "Very few, I'd wager spitfire." He knew only a small few who actually understood human language or had the software to communicate, despite his distaste for humans originally it was now something he flaunted endlessly.  "Feel free to gossip and gloat to your spark's content, little one. Their befuddlement only amuses me further. I rather enjoy watching them struggle" 

Privately he relished such covert moments with his ambassador.  "Oh I was mainly thinking we can shit talk peoples paintjobs in English, and you can translate Cybertronian for me, mine still rather rusty" they offer with a smile. Starscream hums for a moment. “What can you say?” He asked with a raised browplate looking at them. 

They bite their lip as they lean into his audial sensor, “ Senator, I want you” They whisper in a lusty tone before they laugh lightly. Starscream's wings flutter in anticipation. “That was horrendous” he grumbles against their skin. “it got the reaction I wanted my dear chancellor” they smugly cooed at him. 

“behave scraplet” he states before their attention shifts, eyes roam over other bots. "Over there, who in their right minds has blue and Orange as a paint job, that one there looks like shit brown" they hum to starscream.

He vented softly in amusement at their commentary. 

"Their plating appears to have seen better days. Perhaps the rust has reached their processing units as well, to choose such a ghastly palette."  

Small giggles leave them. It makes Starscream's spark flutter as they press even closer to him. the jet inquired "Which unfortunate bot has earned your critique now?" Starscream took secret pleasure in this game much more than he originally believed he would. The two gossip back and forth before starscream is approached by another member of council. 

Ratbat smirks as he approaches, giving a slight nod to starscream.

 "Quite the pretty decoration you have found yourself Starscream, where did you acquire your 'pet’, they look rather delightful and soft" He asked as if trying to antagonise Starscream Over the human ambassador. Starscream's optics narrowed marginally as Ratbat approached, his oily smirk already grating on the Seeker's nerves. 

"This is the Human Ambassador of Earth, Senator Ratbat," Starscream replied coolly. "Their skills in diplomacy have proven most...beneficial in advancing our interests with the Earth colonies, along with the expansion of cross colony planets." His digits laid protectively against the human's back in a subtle show of possession. While he served Cybertron's ruling bodies, no mech would disrespect this human but himself, he wouldn't allow Others to disrespect the only human he actually respected. 

Starscream's tone remained polite but held an edge like a finely-honed blade. While power politics required playing games, none would diminish what had become most precious to the mighty Seeker. 

“ Hmmm such a shame they were placed in your care, I would have been delighted to show them the full hospitality of Cybertron. How much would one night with them be worth?" Ratbat hums while sipping on his drink of high grade, Mercury and crushed crystals. 

Starscream's optics flashed dangerously at Ratbat's insinuation. "Their care was entrusted to Vos, and myself as chancellor, they are not a side street please bot, though i wouldn't expect anything better from you Senator" he replied in a silky tone laced with warning to the Kaon senator.

"Besides, as my consort they are quite...fully occupied," the jet continued silkily. "Unless you possess something worthwhile to further Terra's interests, I suggest focusing your energy elsewhere, Ratbat. Wouldn't want any...unfortunate accidents to mar tonight's festivities, after all." Starscream's charming and deadly smile was like that of the cat who had gotten its treat.  

Ratbat stiffens up but excuses himself  before making himself busy with other members at the party. "What was that all about?" They ask with a raised eyebrow. Starscream met their gaze with a faintly troubled expression. "Ratbat's lecherous intentions seemed focused more upon you than our political dealings, I fear," he replied softly. It makes them raise an eyebrow to inquire more about what he wasn't saying outloud. 

 "His crass remarks implied a desire to...purchase your company for the night, as one might a pleasure doll." Starscream's optics flashed at the mention. “I asked his highest offer” Starscream lies trying to rile them up. It earns him an offended glare. 

"Rest assured, I did no such thing. as spitfire like I would ever let anyone else have you," Starscream rumbled. "Well I guess I owe you more than just a strip tease tonight beloved asshole " they state while pressing a soft peck to the side of his helm. "The sooner we get home the sooner you can get this dress for me" they teasingly whisper. It makes Starscream's plating ignite with want. “you foul little cretin, you know we are here for another few hours Pest” he grumbles feeling as if this whole event was interface blocking him. 

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How about soulmate marks that tie people to crews?

Black ink that changes colors when pressed on, and that's how to tell it's a soulmark and not just a tattoo. Once completely accepted on both sides, the bearer of the mark and the crew, it will turn to that secondary color permanently.

⚪️

Ace gets Whitebeards mark when he turns 17. He doesn't know who's mark it is at that point but that doesn't really matter.

It's a mix of emotions when he sees it, starting behind his left ear and dropping all the way to his shoulder. A proud, black mark that turns silvery, white when pressed. It's not somewhere he can easily hide it, which if you listen to old wives tales, means he'll be very proud and happy with this crew.

It's hard to wrap his mind around being wanted, having a future that indicates belonging and happiness literally etched into his skin.

⚪️

The Whitebeard crew hears about this hellion tearing through the seas and it doesn't really catch their attention until they hear murmurs about a soulmark. Their soulmark.

You don't have to have a soulmark to join a crew, only a few people actually get a mark, but it's a honor to have people on your crew bearing your mark. It's a blessing from the sea, a message that this person's fate is twisted up with yours.

Usually people find their matches. Once again it's not something that has to be done but it's been described as a yearning, an ache that doesn't truly go away unless the match is found.

It's important for the crew too. Having someone so young with their mark? It means the crew will have years left together, marks stop appearing if a crew is close to dissolving or failing. They hadn't had anyone with a mark in several years and they're anxious to confirm it on this kid.

That alone earns him a soft spot already in most of their hearts. They're anxious to claim him as theirs, to have another brother, a youngest to spoil.

⚪️

He lives up to his reputation. A vicious, little spitfire that's taken Jimbei down, is barely standing and still snarling for another round.

He's got a control over his devil fruit that makes it look like he was born with it. It's a destructive fruit, and he uses it well.

But he shows his potential with his crew, the kindness hidden away inside him, throwing up a wall of fire and telling them to run. The flames cast light on the side of his neck when he turns to yell at his crew and there's the mark. It's big, beautiful, and god they hope it's real.

⚪️

He goes down easy, too young and too exhausted to be anything other than a slight annoyance to Pops. The sand around him is almost gleaming glass from the heat but it doesn't stop Marco from dropping next to the kid to look at the mark.

It goes silvery, white under his fingers, fading back to a solid black when he removes them.

⚪️

It's almost instinct to want to touch soulmarks for your crew. Everyone is always swinging an arm around Ace's shoulder and taking the chance to brush fingers over his mark. It's comforting.

Ace's mark doesn't permanently change for awhile, hovering in a smokey, grey state even after he gets Pops ink. One day it settles though, beautiful silver, white ink that stands out against his tan skin. There's no way to miss it.

⚪️

Nothing bad ever happens to them and they all live happily ever after. The end.

[pxgeturner]

new girl!bimbo!reader x eddie munson

slight tw: jason

Her hips sway in a flirty little skirt as she enters the building with the confidence of a goddess. she approaches eddie, and he feels blessed to be the first one to hear her voice.

"hi," he lets out something garbled in response. the rest of hellfire, along with the kids take an oppourtunity to introduce themselves. she smiles and nods to each of them as a greeting. but they finish and her attention is fully on eddie.

“I like your shirt,” eddie blinks at her, any hope of formulating an intelligent response is burnt to a crisp as his face heats up. 

But that bit of blush isn’t enough for her, she leans into him and her chest grazes his with purpose. “Your hair is really pretty,” she breathes. 

A guy calls out “look! new girl’s already fallen in with the freaks!” she turns toward him, the ends of her hair kiss eddie’s nose. 

“suck my dick, chad!” she yells at his back that’s retreated down the hall. the basketball team jointly turns back to confront the spitfire. 

“my name’s jason, slut.” the captain spits at her. 

she rolls her eyes, “as if that’s any better,” she half-heartedly pushes his chest with one hand “now fuck off.”

“how about i fuck you?” he smirks, grabbing onto her wrist. she struggles for a second she struggles against him, but eddie swiftly frees her from jason’s grip. she turns back, briefly smiling at him. 

“you couldn’t afford me.” she challenges, “even if you could, it would never happen.” the jock steps forward and asks why. 

“you don't know what a clit is, do you, baby?” he stares at her blankly. 

“you have such,” she puts the sides of her fists together, dangling a thumb in between. “energy.” he comes forward again, huffing. 

she lets out a gasp.

“i’m sorry that’s probably a gross overestimation.” she put a hand up, separating jason from herself. “y’know what, the doctor probably would've afab’d you if it weren't for those,” she squeezes the air “massive, audacity-filled balls.”  he stumbles back, and takes off. she stomps at his friends following suit quickly after him.

she turns around and giggles, boys are so, ugh. looking up at eddie, she asks him what hellfire club is. he ungracefully stutters out "d&d,"

"oh are you in the middle of a campaign right now?" dustin steps in before eddie has the chance to potentially ruin his shot.

"yes, we unfortunately are, but I'm sure our wonderful dungeon master," he nudges eddie, "can figure out a way to weave you into the story, if you want to join."

she tilts her head as if saying really? you'd do that for me?

He can’t seem to decide what to say, “It’s not a big deal, or well, it won’t be hard, it’s not a big deal or hard to do.”

“Alright then handsome, would you mind walking me to class in the meantime?” she latches onto his arm and he leads her in a daze.

[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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“He’s so infuriating,” you groaned, flopping down onto Ivy’s bed as she sat at her vanity, peering at you with amusement. 

“But how was Thor–”

“He insults my wit, my wit,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “My wit is what makes me interesting.”

“I think it’s interesting you’re focused on Loki when his brother is the one that’s courting you,” Ivy mumbles, looking at her nails. You send her a glare, biting the inside of your cheek. You had come home from the races coursing with adrenaline. It was a lot more exhilarating than you expected, even if the company was lackluster. You hated the stares from the rest of the ton as you sat with the two princes. While you appreciated Thor’s company, having a verbal sparring match with Loki was not on your agenda for that day. Which is why the second you got home, you ranted to your sister. 

“This whole courting situation is rather tiresome,” you groan, holding a pillow over your face. Ivy chuckles, grabs the recent gossip column (Lady Valkyrie), and sits beside you on the bed. 

“You’re the talk of the ton,” Ivy sighed, slight envy in her tone. You sat up, looking at her curiously. “Everyone is gossiping about you and Prince Odinson.”

“I don’t want to be the talk of the ton,” you rub your eyes, glancing at the words on the page. Lady Valkyrie talks about your ‘spitfire personality’ in a way that gives you slight satisfaction. “Why can’t you be the talk of the ton?”

“Because I am not as interesting as you,” Ivy says, eyes bright as she looks at you. “And that is alright.”

“You deserve it more than me.”

“It is not a matter of being deserving; it just is.” Sometimes, Ivy could be wiser than you gave her credit for. You wrapped her up in a hug, resting your head on her shoulders as she patted your head. “There’s another dance happening today if you want to come?” Ivy looked at you expectantly, but you just shot her a look. “Or not.”

“Why are there so many events?” you inquired.

“I assume people are desperate to meet the one,” Ivy sighed, getting up and returning to her closet. She held up two different gowns, raising an eyebrow in question. You pointed at the right one and then went back to scowling. “You should go.”

“I’ve done enough socializing for one lifetime,” you curled into a ball facing the window. “I’m going to stay home and read.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Ivy hummed, already messing with her hair. 

The truth was that you needed more books to read, having already exhausted your collection. Which in and of itself was a feat, considering you seldom ran out of books to read. You decided to take a self-care day, heading to the town and finding a new novel to distract yourself. The town wasn’t that far of a walk, and you needed the space to think critically about your situation.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Thor; you did. He was kind and courteous and found you attractive and not at all crazy (or he found you crazy but didn’t care). Still, you didn’t feel that spark. That sense of electricity that was described in your romance novels. You just felt…the same. You had never been in love, though; there was no barometer. 

The air was crisp, and you enjoyed feeling the wind tossing your hair around. You gave polite nods to anyone you passed but generally kept to yourself. The bookstore was close ahead, though, and you were anticipating your next novel. Unfortunately, any chance of solace you had was ruined by the sight of a familiar raven-haired prince exiting the shop. You felt yourself glower as you approached, and he shot you a smile that read as anything but happy. 

“All alone?” Loki asked, raising a brow as he looked you up and down. You huffed, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m allowed,” you went to move past him, but he blocked the entrance. “Is there something the matter, your highness?” Loki shook his head, moving out of your way. You pushed into the store, hearing the bell ring above your head as you headed straight for the section in the back left. You felt Loki follow you inside, trailing behind you as you started looking at different titles. 

“I didn’t take you for a romance reader,” he said, voice close to your ear. It made you jump, and you turned to find him directly behind you. 

“Do you have no sense of personal space?” you hissed, but he ignored you. Loki grabbed a book from right above your head, grimacing as he flipped through the pages. 

“Terribly drab.”

“Bold of you to comment on what is romantic,” you snatched the book from his hands, hiding your grimace. It wasn’t a novel you would’ve chosen of your own volition, but you felt insistent on not letting Loki know that. You put the story back on the shelf, grabbing a different title instead from an author you admire. You appreciated that while the book involved romance, other storylines were going on that didn’t make it dreadfully dull. There was adventure, treasure, and more. Loki narrowed his eyes at you as you held the book to your chest. 

“For a lady being courted by a prince, you don’t seem to be excited about the ordeal,” Loki exclaimed, startling you. 

“That’s none of your business–”

“It’s my business when it involves my brother,” Loki leaned against a shelf, arms crossed and head tilted like you were a fascinating creature. You hated how relaxed he seemed, even as there was a split-second thought that he looked good posed against the various hardcovers. 

“You don’t seem that interested in any of this, either,” you shot back. 

“I’m not; people are boring,” Loki chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down your spine. You fought the urge to shiver. “Let me help you.” You narrowed your eyes, unsure what he was getting at. “Whatever reason you are participating in the season, it’s not because of personal want. My father is eager for one of us to get married, and it won’t be me,” Loki sighed at this point, turning so his back was against the shelf and looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll help you secure my brother, and in turn, you help me get out of my familial expectations.”

“I don’t need your help with your brother,” you scoffed. 

“Sure you do,” Loki smiled like he knew a joke you weren’t a part of. “Considering he could be courting another lady at any moment, your obstinance won’t get you anywhere. You’re also the…best choice.” He had to spit out his words at that like it pained him. 

“Best choice?” Your words caught in your throat when Loki stepped closer, towering over you with the haughty air of someone who knew they held all the power. 

“I don’t like you,” Loki murmured, close enough for you to hear every word. “But you’re more interesting than the rest of the ton. If anyone will join this family, I would hate for it to be one of them.”

“It sounds like you do like me,” you replied, heart beating slightly faster. 

“Careful what you say, pet,” Loki stepped back, taking the heat from the air with him. Clutching the book to your chest like a shield, you carefully observed the prince before you. You didn’t need help, or at least, you didn’t think you did. You were under no illusions that you’d experience a love match. Still, perhaps Thor was your best option. It would satiate your grandmother, and you wouldn’t have to see her disapproving gaze daily.

“If I say yes…what do I have to do?” You whispered, eyes looking down. You could almost feel Loki’s satisfaction in a way that made you grit your teeth. 

“Just wait,” he hummed. “You’ll know soon enough.”

“You’re terribly ominous.”

“Perhaps,” he grinned, his smile half-cocked and a serpentine glint in his eyes. It felt like making a deal with a demon, a promise that would only do more hurt in the long run than good. You can’t help thinking about your grandmother and this ridiculous expectation she put on you. You didn’t want to get married; you didn’t care. But the woman was more impatient than not, and you hated how she beat down Ivy for her inability to secure a match. It took you several seconds to meet Loki’s green eyes and even more before you could steel your mind into an impenetrable fortress. 

“Then yes,” you mutter, eyes narrowed. “I say yes.”

Loki just chuckled. “Then let the games begin.”

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[reallyromealone]

Day 6

Size kink 🎃 breath play

Warnings: male reader, smut, nsfw, size kink, swearing, sexual content, degrading, choking

Endeavour x Male reader

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Endeavour was rough and tough no matter what he did and the bedroom was no different.

When endevour remarried no one expected him to marry a man, let alone one barely standing at five feet.

"F-fuck!" (Name) gasped out as he sat in endevours lap, completely dwarfing in comparison as endevour fucked his thighs, the pro hero's large cock making (name)s look tiny in comparison.

"You want that in ya? You want my fucking cock in you?" Endevour said moving his cock to rub between (name)s lubed ass cheeks as his hand gripped (name)s throat, the slight pressure making (name) loose himself a bit.

"Yesyesyes!"

Enji enjoyed seeing (name) like this, stupid and drunk at the concept of his cock.

(Name) was a tiny little thing but a spitfire who kept Enji on his toes.

Though in bed he was a needy bitch who needed cock to live.

Enji squeezed his throat, watching (name) just barely able to breathe and one would be worried if it wasn't for the fact that (name) was ready to burst.

"What do we say?"

"P-please...sir.... Give me your cock!"

"Good" enji released his throat and thrusted his cock in, he could see the faint outline of his cock in (name) and it was wonderful.

(Name) shook as he sunk onto Enjis cock, cumming uncontrollably as he took every inch and let out a silent scream as he was impaled.

"Oh god oh god oh god!"

"Yeah yeah I'm here I'm here" enji teased as his hand resumed it's place in his neck, not tightening up much but enough pressure for (name) to know it's there as he began fucking the others smaller body on his cock like a cute flesh light.

"God so fucking tight!"

(Name) was drooling as Enjis large arm gripped his mid section, lifting him up and down on his cock.

He loved being used, feeling so small and helpless on Enjis cock.

"Gonna fuck you till you're just a ragdoll on my cock"

God he couldnt wait

[bunny-yan]

i love your writing and characters so much, like your ideas are too interesting! and i love the way you write spitfire mc's, the ones that are more pissy about their situation than scared lolol

If you're still taking requests could you possibly do a third part to the hero? i love that guy tasman, and if you wanted to, include some non-con? i just feel like at this point he's gotta be up to his wits end of being patient, especially if his little captive is still ogling the window like they're more interested in those trees than talking to him, or even still thinking of trying something sneaky.

keep up the amazing work, i hope all your bubble baths are very relaxing and your water is always crisp

awwww! thanks so much for the kind words. i do like writing reactions in different ways and i don't know if it's just me but i find it much more satisfying when a yan is forced to bend you to his will, ya know? don't want to make his job too easy ;)

TW: non-con, more lime than lemon, violence, domestic abuse, threats, mentions nudity, abs NO minors —

He was sitting on the bed, head resting on clasped hands, watching you. It would’ve made you uncomfortable, but then again, air existed. It was nothing to get upset about. 

You were pretending he didn’t exist and it was going pretty well considering his anger issues could destroy the world if they went unchecked. But he was sitting there, silently drilling holes into your body for the last couple of hours. 

He’d made attempts to appease you, attempts that had failed the moment he tried because he didn’t exist. 

Food would appear out of thin air and you would look at it before turning your head and continuing to gaze out of the window. 

Flies would buzz around your ears. You weren’t sure how they got inside considering the window was sealed shut with magic, but you swatted them away nonetheless. 

You didn’t turn your head at the sound of his fist balling, sounding as if he broke every bone in each of his fingers. You steeled yourself so you wouldn’t flinch away or react. You wouldn’t give him the time of day. 

“Is this tantrum meant to get underneath my skin? You should know better than to test my patience. Acting like a rebellious child won’t achieve the results you expect.”

A rebellious child. What an amazing thing to call the lover whose attention you’re so desperate for. As for getting underneath his skin, his reaction proved this was an effective method to get him angry. It isn’t like you hadn’t known before. Tasman hated being ignored. 

You’d pretended to give him the silent treatment after a mini dispute when the two of you were arguing when you were younger and he’d followed you around the village, asking if you were angry with him repeatedly past the disappearance of the sun. His young worried face was too pitiful to ignore, but you sensed something ominous the longer you refused to speak to him. 

The two of you grew up together. If he though you didn’t know about the things he liked and disliked, he was sorely mistaken. 

Getting comfortable as you gazed out in the distance to view the vast forest beyond the city made him clench his jaw so tightly you thought he’d break it. You had to tell yourself not to smile, but it was hard to resist a slight quirk at the edge of your lips. 

“I am trying my best to give you what you want. As long as you don’t ask for ridiculous things, I can award the world to you. Please, just talk to me.”

As if your freedom was a menial desire. You no longer had the ability to choose what you ate, what you wore, whether or not you went outside, all things you’d surely taken for granted before you were whisked away to this sacred cell of his. It might’ve seemed ridiculous to argue about what you decided to wear or whether or not you were going to eat, but at the end of the day they were the only options you had. 

Your basic liberty was seen as a luxury, as something that only he could grant if you were on your best behavior and it made you want to gouge his eyes out for acting as if he was being so benignant. 

A small huff was all you let out in response to his words, telling yourself not to let him anger you, you tried thinking of what you would do if you got the chance to start over. Would you live on a farm? Maybe marry and help your significant other with their responsibilities whether they be a restaurant owner with an inn or a blacksmith that managed swords for new and upcoming adventurers. You didn’t think you could be a scholar. Not that your intelligence was inadequate, on the contrary. It would’ve been your first choice in terms a well-paying job if you weren’t afraid of feeling suffocated in the offices scholars tended to inhabit. 

You had enough of enclosed spaces. Working on a farm could provide the fresh air you desperately yearned for and smithing while running a shop would provide you with plenty of opportunities to meet people from all sorts of backgrounds. Both would be hard work. Especially if you compared the leisurely role as the hero’s hostage where you could be waited on hand and foot if you so desired, but you’d take anything if it meant a life beyond his obsessive desperation. 

Knocked out of your daydream by the sound of footsteps coming closer to where you were, you tensed when he sat beside you, his body pressing into your side as he begged for your eyes. 

“Can’t you see that I’m doing my best?” His hand tentatively touched your back before he slowly wrapped it around waist, eyes sliding slowly to your lips and then your neck. 

How long had it been since you’d allowed him near you. You were hell bent on scratching at him like a feral animal whenever he came near, both with your hands and words so he’d wanted to give you space to soothe your anger, but the longer he kept his distance, the more you required from him. 

Shying away from his touch when he wanted to embrace you, his eyes when the two of you took meals together, his words when he professed his love for you. It was a wonder that you let him as close as you did in this moment. 

Pulling you closer, he whispered, “I’m trying.” before placing lips on your neck, bordering on your collarbone, as his hands squeezed your side. 

His desire for you hadn’t waned in the slightest. 

Tasman believed after so many lives and time apart his desperate craving would have been relieved, but it had only grown stronger. He was plagued with thoughts of your body writhing underneath his, wondering how your skin would feel as his rough hands fought to be gentle. How each and every inch of you would taste, whispering how he’d take his time to memorize everything, from the way you moved to the sounds you would make. 

How you would look…

Head snapping to him, the hopeful sentiment splintered at the sight of utter revulsion in your eyes. 

Shielding his broken heart with anger, he grabbed the collar of your shirt before you could move away and pinned you against the window. 

“What are you hiding?” he asked, voice seething as he regarded you suspiciously. 

You were frozen in shock, unsure where this outburst came from. One moment, he was attempting seduce you, the next he was angry, practically choking you as he shoved you against the magic enforced glass. 

“You’ve never been this quiet and the minute I get close you try to move away, did someone give you something to leave me? A key?” 

He began pulling at your clothes, shocking you further as the fabric began to rip away, beginning to expose every inch of your body. 

“A magic circle?” 

His accusations continued and despite you breaking your silence to yell for him to stop, pushing him away, and holding on to the clothes he began to remove, he refused until your clothes were in a tattered heap on the floor. 

Shielding your nudity, you glared at him, his cold gaze regarded you closely. 

“You’re crazy.” you told him, trying to keep your voice from wavering from the sheer embarrassment and shame you felt from not being able to stop him. 

He was the hero. Your strength was comparable to a grain of sand if he was your opponent, but the rationalization didn’t make you feel any better. 

His eyes seemed to soften at your words, becoming more focused but not completely losing the haze they confined. 

“I’m sorry,” he began, “But you have to understand my hesitancy to trust you given your actions in the past.” His eyes made you shiver at the way they roamed across your figure, looking unapologetic as studied you, eyes lingering in the areas you shielded. 

“Get out.” you said through gritted teeth, unable to shake the ugly discomfort in your gut. 

You needed him to leave. He had to go if you were going to feel comfortable and safe. 

“This is my room as well.”

“Get. Out.”

“I understand that my reaction may have been a bit rough, but there is no reason for you to be upset to this degree. If you had simply talked to me, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

Standing up, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting into his face as you yelled, “Get out, you asshole!”

A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as lips were suddenly on yours. You struggled against his hold, momentarily forgetting to shield yourself as your fists beat against his body, attempting to shove him off of you or arch your body away from his kiss, but he followed you. 

Your voice was muffled by the tongue that attempted to slither its way past your defenses, feeling hot as it battled your for dominance yet strangely like iron when you attempted to crush your teeth around it. Pain reverberated through your skull and Tasman took you momentary docility as an opportunity to take things further. 

Pulling you to the bed, he continued to kiss you passionately, flinging away his gloves as his hand roamed from your chest to harshly squeezing your ass before rubbing your legs and stroking your inner thigh. 

You felt him smile in the kiss when he felt your body trembling, your glare slowly melding with fear the longer his assault continued without pause. 

When he finally  backed away, you were breathing hard and in an attempt to catch your breath, your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen. 

Tasman smiled, satisfied with the way you responded, he began to slide a wandering hand up and up your leg. Fingers calloused from continuous monster subjugation, you flinched away from his unrepentant touch before your hand intercepted his before he got too close. 

“Tasman, stop. Get off of me.”

Looking into your eyes, you wanted to shrivel at the sight of his glare. 

Why did you continue to push him away‽ 

Gripping your forearms, he forced them to the bed as he got in your face. 

“Is there some other bastard you’d prefer to be doing this with?”

What?

“I didn’t think to have the barrier react if you got too close to someone else. I didn’t think I’d have to worry about anyone from our village unless you’d managed to attract some useless noble up here.”

“There’s no one.” you said, deciding against lying and saying you did have a secret lover in case he burned the capital down looking for them. 

“You’re lying.” he said, squeezing your arms tighter as he glared at you. 

You were tired of hearing things like that from him of all people. 

“How am I supposed to meet someone if you keep me locked in this room‽” you shouted, struggling beginning anew. If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything about it. 

“You’d find a way.” he said, releasing one of your arms to caress your face. “You simply love torturing me.”

His thumb brushed against your lip, a hidden desire springing to life as his eyes met yours. 

“If you’re telling the truth, I can’t understand why you’re being obstinate about this.” 

Leaning closer, he brought his lips to the space just below your ear as he placed a chaste kiss there. “I simply want to make the person I love feel good.” he said, voice taking on a sultry tone. 

If it had been three lifetimes ago, you would’ve considered it. 

If it’d been the year before he barged into your escape and confined you after, you might’ve considered it. 

Even as every piece of your heart rejected him, your soul was desperately pleading for you to forgive him, to take this opportunity to climb into his arms and love him how you were always meant to, but you wouldn’t. 

You wouldn’t disgrace the you who’d discovered what heartbreak was after a first, second, and third failed love. You wouldn’t betray the you whose hands had grown old and wrinkled, waiting for something that would never come. You wouldn’t forgive him as long as he continued to act as if he had done nothing wrong while demanding you give him your everything, everything you would’ve happily handed over if he’d considered what it felt like to be repeatedly betrayed by the very person your soul constantly cried out for. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again.”

He froze, fear coiling around your insides at the expression on his face that you couldn’t see. His hand loosened around your forearm, gripping the bed, you thought he was finally coming to his senses before you heard the bed creak. 

The suffocating weight of his magic presence hit you a moment later, making you want to gag, but a hand clamped around your mouth, forcing your head to the bed before you could turn over and dry heave. 

“Lover, how cruel.”

He looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t distinguish as anger or sorrow, but it was terrifying. 

His mouth made its way to your neck, kissing you sensually before his teeth buried themselves into your skin, drawing blood and eliciting a muffled scream from you at the vicious way his teeth pierced your body. 

Your hands tried to push him away, both wrapping around his wrist to uncover his hand from your mouth, but he ignored your attempts. Turning your head to the side, his ran his tongue across the teeth marks he made, pouring enough magic into the wound so it would stop bleeding, but not enough to get rid of the mark or alleviate the pain you felt. 

“I love you.” he sighed, his hand coming up as he caressed the side of your body, resting before his thumb caressed your nipple. 

You gaped at him with petrified eyes, unable to move at the cold gaze he stared you down with as he continued to press chaste kisses into your neck, trailing to your chest. 

He removed his hand from your mouth, using both to focus on teasing your body. 

“T-Tasman,” you began in a quiet voice, but the look in his eyes silenced you. 

“Shhhh.” 

Tipping your head up by your chin, he pecked you on the lips before placing a kiss on your nose and forehead. 

“I’m just going to show you how much I love and I want peace and quiet, okay?”

Memories of a barn flooded your mind as you thought back to your younger days when you had last tried to use the silent treatment with Tasman. Bruised hands held together above your head, hay prickling your skin, and heavy breathing from above. 

“Not a single word, lover.”

Tasman had never reacted well to the silent treatment.

[coffeeghoulie]

you know that it takes two

or a swissdew fic I wrote after haphazardly tailoring some ghost pants bc I am incredibly short and I ate shit when I tried them on.

Contains some light feminization and a semi-public handjob. This got a lot dirtier than I intended lol

The rising sun filters in past the blinds, casting long shadows and catching the dust motes in the air. The tv in the common room is on, playing some baking show Swiss isn't quite awake enough to process, volume too low for him to really make out without subtitles. He's sprawled on his back on the couch, one foot hooked over the back, eyes half open.

He's awake earlier than normal and he's not sure why. Not that it matters. His body must've just decided it was time to be awake, so he had made his way out here, waiting for any of his packmates to wake up and join him.

Swiss lays there for a long moment before the sound of padding feet makes his gaze snap to the doorway. Dew steps into the common room, stretching with an audible crack that makes Swiss groan in sympathy.

He's a vision, even bedraggled, and Swiss offers him a lazy smile and waves the hand that had been idly scratching at his stomach. Dew hums in acknowledgment, quietly making his way over to the couch.

As he gets closer, Swiss gets a better view of what the fire ghoul's wearing: a shirt that's obviously Aether's by the way it comes down to mid thigh, sliding off his shoulder and exposing a sharp collar bone. More interesting are the lounge pants, cuffs rolled up three times, and Swiss could bet that the drawstrings are triple knotted so they don't slip down Dew's narrow hips. There's a pattern, and Swiss cocks his head as he takes in the Cardinal's face, the ghoul masks, the band's logo and Grucifixes.

"Didn't think you were a merch of your own band kind of guy, spitfire" he chuckles, stretching and baring his fangs as he yawns.

"Fine, I stole them a few weeks back, need to hem them. Might talk Rain into doing it," Dew says, hissing as his foot catches on one of the pant legs and he stumbles. Swiss reaches out on impulse, but the fire ghoul rights himself with a grumble. "Shut up, 'm fine. they're comfortable."

"You do look comfortable," Swiss concedes. “C'mere,” he says, patting his chest in invitation. Dew accepts almost eagerly, laying down in the vee of Swiss's legs.

Dew rests the back of his head on Swiss's chest, and Swiss sputters teasingly as he overemphasizes spitting out Dew's hair, falling out of its bun.

"Knock it off," Dew slurs as he gets comfortable, a rusty purr rattling his slight frame. If he's unusually snuggly, neither of them mention it.

Swiss noses at Dew's hair, wrapping an arm around his waist, getting a good feel of the pants, the sharp hipbones underneath. "I get it," he whispers, half paying attention to the tv. "Those feel soft. Think they might fit me?"

He doesn't need to see Dew's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "Mine," he says in lieu of an answer. “You can get your own.”

He hums, idly playing with the waistband, the drawstrings (he was right, they are triple knotted). He means nothing of it, content with a lapful of fire ghoul, but then his hand trails just a little bit lower and he finds it.

A small, plastic button right over the front of the pants, where the fly in a pair of boxers would be. Swiss's fingers fiddle with the button, and the next thing he knows, there's claws pressing at the back of his hand. Not piercing skin yet, just warning.

"Swiss, what're-" Dew stammers, stiff as a board as he turns to look up at him.

He blinks, glancing down at the smaller ghoul as he realizes what he's doing. "Shit, Dew-" he goes to apologize, but there's an undeniable throb underneath his knuckles, a damp spot growing in the soft fabric of his pants. A shit eating grin splits his face and he noses again at Dew's hair. It smells of Mountain's shampoo, bergamot and tea tree. It suits him. "Say the word and I'll stop. Promise."

They lay there frozen, eyes locked as the silence says more than either of them could. Dew lets go of his hand and Swiss smiles, kissing him.

Swiss plays with the button until it slips out of the buttonhole, and he slides his hand into the fly. They both groan at the touch of skin on skin, Dew having forgone underwear. He's so warm between his thighs, especially the line of his cock, already desperately hard and leaking.

He presses the heel of his hand against it and Dew jerks in his lap, cock blurting precum. He's seen Dew worked up enough times to know what it looks like, the tip ruddy and shiny, dripping into the coarse curls at the base.

“Easy, spitfire,” Swiss whispers in his ear, nipping gently at the point of it. Dew makes a hurt little noise, head tipping back against his chest. His own dick throbs, filling out and pressing against the small of Dew's back.

He doesn't wrap his fingers around Dew's cock, just gently pets up and down the shaft, slicking it with his own pre. Every so often he brushes a calloused fingertip down the seam of his balls and Dew hisses, turns his face to hide in Swiss's chest. Swiss can feel his pulse already, little cock throbbing in time against his palm. A wave of scent, woodsmoke and spice, hits him like a bus.

“So worked up, sweetheart, aren't you?” Swiss coos, his other hand coming up to grab at Dew's jaw. He tilts the fire ghoul's face up, makes him make eye contact. Dew's eyes, normally like shiny copper pennies, are engulfed by blown pupils.

“Swiss-” Dew chokes out, but then Swiss is kissing him, all filthy and far too hungry for this early in the morning. Dew's pliant, sleep still clinging to him, and he yields immediately, letting Swiss lick into his mouth like there's something sweet at his center. And there is, isn't there? Not awake enough to put up the front, stripped bare to the softest version of him?

Dew moans frantically into the kiss, and Swiss pulls back, golden gaze hardening, lips spit-slick. “Quiet, spitfire,” he whispers, squeezing his stiff little cock. “You don't want the rest of the pack finding you like this, do you? So damn easy, with my hand in your pants?”

Dew groans, a little quieter. “Lucifer, fucking- Swiss,” he shudders in his lap as the multi-ghoul finally wraps his fingers around him properly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He coos, squeezing Dew's jaw a little, dimpling his cheeks as he fishes him out of the pants, not bothering with pushing them down, just pulling him through the fly. Just as he thought, the head is cherry red and shiny, the same color that his cheeks have turned, the blush spilling down past the collar of Aether's shirt.

“Fucking- shit- make me cum,” he sputters.

“Is that how we ask, pretty girl?” Swiss growls low in his throat, but he starts jerking him off anyways. The slick head of his dick peeks out from his fist, but it covers the rest of him.

Dew groans, hips bucking up into Swiss's fist, drooling precum over his knuckles. He fights against the hand on his jaw, trying to hide, but Swiss won't let him. He stills his hand, and Dew makes a noise like he's been punched in the gut.

”Ask nicely, sweetheart," he says, their foreheads pressed together, unable to look anywhere but at each other.

Dew's breathing is uneven, chest heaving. Except for his panting, there's silence for a long moment.

“Please make me cum, Swiss,” Dew almost whimpers.

Swiss grins, a blinding flash of fangs as he jerks Dew off. His grip tightens ever so slightly and the fire ghoul keens, tail wrapped tight around Swiss's thigh as he fights to lay still.

Every jerk of Dew's hips ruts him against Swiss's cock, painfully hard in his sweats, but he ignores it for the squirming mess in his lap. He rucks up Aether's shirt, exposing his nearly concave belly, his nipple rings glinting in the early sunlight. He was right. The blush goes down past his nipples, makes the silver jewelry really stand out.

“Such a good girl for me, Dewey,” Swiss says, punctuating it with a kiss to his cheek, oddly tender compared to the way he jerks him. “Lettin' me touch you like this out in the open, where anybody could see you this needy. They'd want you like this, spitfire, such a pretty little mess for me. You'd let them watch, wouldn't you?”

Dew's breath hitches, writhing in Swiss's lap as his free hand snakes up to play with the silver rings threaded through his nipples. His spindly fingers catch around Swiss's wrist, not trying to stop him, just desperate for something to hang on to. His other claws at the couch cushion, puncturing the fabric with his needle sharp claws.

“Will you say it for me, spitfire?” Swiss asks, speeding up the hand on Dew's cock.

Dew swallows hard, making aborted little thrusts up into Swiss's hand.

“Say what?” Dew asks through grit teeth, eyes half lidded as Swiss moves his hand down to roll his balls in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Swiss says, and Dew just barely bites back a cry as he squeezes ever so slightly. “You know what I want you to say. Say it and I promise I'll make you cum so hard, make you make a mess of yourself.”

Dew makes another hurt noise, mumbling something under his breath.

“Ah-ah, baby, I can't understand you, use your words,” Swiss says. He knows it's cruel, but Dew's dick jerks in his hand and he can't be damned to care. “What are you, spitfire?” he prompts, giving his dick a little squeeze in encouragement.

Dew cries out, too far gone to even try and muffle himself. “'M your girl, please just fucking make me cum, Swiss, please!”

His voice hitches deliciously, and Swiss smiles, unable to deny him anything.

“So good for me, sweetheart,” Swiss coos, starting to jerk him off, picking up the pace until Dew's writhing frantically in his lap again. “So fucking good, Dewdrop, such a good girl for me, that's it.”

He feels Dew's cock stiffen impossibly harder in his hand, feels his balls draw up against his knuckles. “C'mon, baby, cum for me, make a pretty mess for me.”

Dew wails, dick throbbing in time with his pulse as he spills, shooting over Swiss's knuckles as cum splatters across his belly, all the way up to his pierced nipples. Swiss doesn't ease up, cooing in his ear the entire time. “There it is, that's it, doing so good for me, spitfire, give it to me.”

He peppers little kisses over the side of Dew's face as the fire ghoul writhes, the stimulation pushing into too much. He doesn't try to stop it, lets Swiss keep jerking his spent little cock, fangs sinking deep into his lower lip.

His entire body goes slack when Swiss eventually lets him go. ”Fuck, Swiss,“ Dew laughs incredulously, narrow chest heaving as he comes down.

Swiss can't help but return his grin. ”Yeah? Good?“

Dew smacks him with no real heat. “No fucking shit, Swiss.”

Swiss kisses his temple, reaching around to wipe Dew's cum up with his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with an obscene groan. Dew's cock kicks weakly.

“You want me to-?”

“Nah, I think I'm good,” Swiss says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. “More than satisfied with this, spitfire.”

Dew's blush hasn't receded yet, but he settles down against Swiss's chest, yanking his shirt down and getting comfortable again.

Swiss laughs, pressing one more kiss to Dew's temple. He reaches down, tenderly taking Dew's cock in hand, tucking it away. He grins as he does up the little button.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Borderline

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Moment's Silence

...

Stretching his arms up into the air, the young Gojo stepped into the recreational room of the dorms. Loudly yawning as he fixed the sunglasses back onto his nose, nose scrunched up at the sight of a pensive Suguru sitting by the dark-hued couches. His onyx eyes solely focused on the screen of his phone.

(Side Note: Suguru hates bright screens, just like you, so he kept his on both the lowest setting and in dark mode. On the contrary, Gojo was one of those few assholes who likes having his phone at the highest brightness possible. The one brighter than the common folk's future. If you're like this, kindly fuck off)

"Still?" At this, Suguru spared a brief glance before going back to his device. "Still."

Gojo clicked his tongue in pure annoyance, anger swelling up inside him as he glared at nothing.

Everyone's barely seen you the last four weeks. Mission, shower, sleep, wake up, eat, mission --- that was the routine you've committed to ever since those old fucks decided to abruptly assign you a load of jobs to take care of.

They didn't even work him or Suguru as much as they worked you. It was as though one day, they just up and decided that your skills just needed to be put to the test on a daily basis. Pushed to the very brink, see if you could handle it or not.

And, you took it. Without a single word. You just took it like a good little bitch...and THAT pissed him off.

"Don't even think about it, Satoru." Of course, he knew. Suguru knew everything about him by this point. Huffing, the silver-haired threw himself into the couch, the raven-haired's arms already raised as Gojo plopped his head into his best friend's lap. (Suguru now has an elbow stabbing Gojo's sternum while the other test on the arm rest, fingers playing with the ends of silver locks)

"They don't even fight back! No argument, no protest--- nothing! Where's the spitfire? That bitch is always fighting with me so why not with those old sacks of skin, hm?"

Suguru types something, "Think about it this way, they are an outsider on foreign soil. It's chaotic enough they only got here a few months ago. They don't know anyone and need as many allies as they can get --- you know they've always been quite the politician themselves. They're just playing the game."

The Six-Eye user groaned in exasperation, childishly kicking his feet against the arm rest, "I hate clan politics. So fucking boring. Why do they even bother with those fossils?"

Suguru paused, "Did you not notice, that ever since they arrived here, the spotlight's been taken off of you?"

Gojo pushed the glasses down his nose, confusion in his beautiful eyes, "What do you mean?"

It was Suguru's turn to click his tongue in annoyance, "Satoru, they've been taking the heat for you. So that you can have some semblance of privacy."

For the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru is silent. A stunned expression adores his features, eyes, once again, focusing on oblivion as his mind processes what Suguru said

"They...they care about me?"

Suguru freezes, fingers hovering over the plastic keyboard of his flip phone. A little bunny charm hangs from the device, Gojo notices. Ieiri must've gotten it for him

"Obviously." He said it as though it was common knowledge. As though everyone knew this to be a fact instead of a myth or falsehood.

"Are you sure?"

Closing the phone, Suguru gazed down at his friend. An indecipherable look in his darkness as he made a slight face, "You know, they're not good with feelings, Satoru."

Gojo whines, staring up at his best friend, faces inches away, "Then why don't they ever call me by my name, eh? Always Gojo this, Gojo that --- they call you by yours, so why not mine?"

Is this motherfuckers being serious rn? Is she for real fucking jealous?

"...I don't know." He lied through his teeth

But Gojo can see all

"Bullshit, you've had the most interactions with them. So it would only make sense for you to know, spit it out."

Suguru told his eyes at his friend's childish antics, "Why don't you just hang with them more? Maybe that'll do the trick."

Sitting up, Gojo threw his hands up in the air, annoyance evident in his voice as he screeched, "I've tried! But it's like they avoid me like I got the freaking bird flu or something."

His interactions with you have always been positive on the surface. Regardless, something has always felt off between the two of you. You took all to his touch despite having avoided everyone else's, sides from Suguru's. In fact, you seem to gravitate towards him. It's likely you are touch starved but for what reason, he didn't know.

You always had this tendency to keep things close to your chest, no matter what. It's been months and none actually knew a thing about your past. Why is that? Why are you so secretive?

You acted like nothing was wrong but all the signs pointed opposite. Did you think him dumb? Did you think he couldn't see the little fears in your head turn as you overnight a most miniscule of interactions as though analyzing it would save your life in the end? He might be blind to others thoughts on him, but not yours.

Although, he didn't know what your thoughts about him were --- he knew that you tolerated him enough that it was safe to assume you enjoyed his presence more than others. And, that was saying a lot.

He bought you things, gave you your favorite foods. Made sure you were comfortable with the people around you, paid attention to you as to not make to feel neglected. So why was it that he still felt miles away from you?

And why did he care so much?

" 'Toru, where did you go?" A familiar voice broke him out of his train of thoughts, looking to his right, Gojo blinked at the sight of a concerned Suguru. Whose eyebrows are nearly knitted at the center, a light frown staining his sharp features like bad art.

"Just thinking," cerulean blue glimpsed down to the eclipse chart that hanged from the other male's strong neck, "Ne, Suguru. Do you care about them?"

Said man rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward look on his face as he nodded, "Yeah, you could say that, I guess."

(Side Note: Suguru did not feel awkward at the fact that he actually cares about you, but rather, he didn't expect Gojo to just abruptly ask emotionally charge questions --- Gojo is much like that one friend who just randomly asks if you love them at the most random of times. They require constant reassurance without making it seem like they are needy/clingy so they ask it in the most nonchalant of manners)

"Do you care about me too?"

"Of course." Not a moment's hesitation. No stutter nor stranger, it was clear and concise. Most of all, it was the truth.

At this, the silver-haired laid his head onto his friend's shoulder. A discreet smile sweetening his lips.

"Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."

Gojo looked at Suguru with squinted eyes, a pout on his lips, "Who were you texting?" "What?" "You were so focused, ignoring me for your phone. So, who were you texting?"

"Utahime." Gojo made a confused face, "What? What for?"

"Nothing important, to be honest. She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

"What'd she see?" Gojo quipped.

Suguru hummed, laying his own head on top of Gojo's, an indecipherable expression on his canvas, "Just a little something."

.

.

.

You stood under the rain, streaks of red running down your face as you viciously glared at the curse chained up in front of you. It whine and squirmed under the weight of your cursed chains.

Gashes covered your body, some clean-cut, others would be a mess to stitch back up. Although, as you made action to move over to the curse, you nearly screamed as a lightning strike of pain shot through your abdomen. Taking a moment to focus on your breaths, you gazed down to your torso, mouth twisting into a snarl at the bloody sight.

A hole, the size of your fist, right through your flesh. Must've happened while one of the major curses had you under it,

they did it again. They fucking did it again! It was supposed to be a bunch of Grade 2's.

Should've fucking known

Funnily enough (not funny at all, you're beyond pissed off now), what they meant was a bunch of Grade 1's. Even better, they failed to mention two of them was near-Special Grade

Without a moment longer, you sliced the hideous creatures into smithereens (you would've loved to punch into a pulp but the wounds on your body restrained you from doing so.)

Pulling out your phone, you thumbed the third contact.

"It's done."

"Complaints?"

You bit your tongue until you tasted iron, "None."

"Good. Did you reconsider?"

"No."

A deep static sigh echoed form the other end, "You're proving to be quite the nuisance, little one. Where's your sense of gratitude?"

"When you're not looking, I'm going to absolutely annihilate that little guitar of yours. Now, are we done?"

A brief pause, "For now." The line dies.

What a pain

Literally and figuratively

Although, it was nice. To feel something instead of overwhelming guilt. As you tightened your fist, the cursed chains that wrapped around your knuckles softly whined under the pressure. The soreness of your digits slowly brought you back into reality --- times like these, you missed that stupid onion. He'd talk your ear off, but he had this way of bringing you back to Earth. Suguru also had that skill, but his would lull you to sleep while Gojo gave you enough energy to move about your day.

They both had their benefits

Agh, you really are fucked --- wait...you're not alone

"Well, well. Didn't think I'd find you here." That voice...

You'd only need to glance over your shoulders to see the truth, you could recognize that soul from anywhere

"And, I didn't expect to see you again, Tsukumo."

...

(A/N): Hi hello so like forget whatever I said about the timeline being fucked up. I fixed it but good fucking luck cuz we about to go warp 9 soon enough.

Song Inspo: Borderline - Tame Impala

Huh? How the hell do you know Yuki Tsukumo? And why was she looking for you in the first place?

What did Utahime see that she contacted Suguru?

Why are the Higher-Ups trying to kill you? What exactly did you do to get on their bad side?

Originally:

"Then why don't they ever call me by name, ne?" Suguru was supposed to respond with, "Because you aren't open with them, Satoru." But held his tongue and went with, "I don't know."

"What? What for?" Suguru was supposed to say, "I was... verifying a rumor, nothing important." Yet, at the last second, he switched to, "She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

Why is Suguru so secretive all of a sudden? In fact, he's been quite reserved for a while now...

The first contact in your phone was suppose to be Kiyotaka Ijichi. (Did you think I forgot his existence? Well, you are correct.) But I changed it.

The first two contacts in your phone are Toru and Sugu, in that order. (I wonder if the order actually matters)

Ah, it wasn't Tsukumo you were supposed to meet. For the original character, I was torn between two individuals --- one you already unknowingly met and another you met but kept quiet about. Both are surprisingly relevant to one another, colleagues if you will.

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"Spitfire" | Gojo x Reader (Kinktober 2023)

Size Difference - Satoru Gojo

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader Words: 3.3k

A/N: Halfway through writing this I forgot I was supposed to be writing some good ol' smut...so that's why there's a lot more fluff in this one than I'd intended! Anyway, this is my first attempt at some Satoru smut, so I hope it's not too bad. (Also a very self-indulgent fic, writing this made me giggle and kick my feet in all my 4'11" glory.) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, modern au, smaller reader (no particular height in mind, just shorter than Satoru), dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating, slight praise kink

If there’s one thing Satoru finds so appealing about you, it’s your height (or lack thereof, as he likes to remind you).

 Of course he loves everything else about you. Your smile, your eyes, the way you laugh at all his jokes, even the ones that make everyone else roll their eyes. How you give him every bit of attention whenever he’s with you, like he’s the only one that matters in the entire world. And obviously he thrives off the attention, but there’s something else about it—something else about you that makes his heart hammer furiously against his ribcage. Something that makes him want to please you and make you happy, just to see your smile.

But your smaller stature was the first thing that drew him to you. The first time Shoko brought you over to hang out with their little friend group, he couldn’t tear his eyes from you. Suguru had to repeat whatever he was saying three times for him to finally listen. But he couldn’t help it, not with you sitting right across from him.

Looking all small and dainty and simply cute.

Yeah, cute. That’s what you are to him—and you only prove his point when he says it to your face, and you make a sad attempt to hide your face in the collar of your hoodie. He only laughs as Suguru shakes his head, and Shoko rests a comforting hand on your shoulder.

So fucking cute.

He loves how small your hands are, and how perfectly they fit between his palms.

It never fails to make him smile, the way you act so shy and flustered whenever he holds your hand. The stutter in your voice when he reaches out, the way your eyes flicker from side to side as he gives you what he hopes to be a reassuring smile. Then again, people often confuse his genuine smiles for his cocky ones.

But he tries, for your sake. You’re the only one he sees, and he’s determined to remind you as often as he can.

“Sorry,” you mumble, tucking your palms into your pockets, “…hands are sweaty… You don’t wanna hold ‘em…”

He can only stare at you as you chew on your bottom lip, eyes cast down to the floor as you shift your weight from one leg to the other. Slowly inching away from him as the two of you continue your walk, careful not to bump your shoulder bag into his side.

Is… Are you serious? Or are you just teasing him?

But the dullness in your eyes is enough of an answer for him, and it sends a pinch of agony straight to his chest. Too pretty and cute to look so sad.

You squeak as he reaches in and practically yanks your hand back out of your pocket, holding it much more firmly between his fingers. Sending you a smirk as you gape at him, eyes blown wide and so fucking pretty.

Damn it, will you ever understand how adorable you are to him?

“Don’t care,” he replies with a shrug. “Hands get sweaty sometimes, so what? Now come on, don’t wanna be late to meet up with the others!”

Of course he would rush, you’re heading to the bakery at the next block, the usual meeting spot for all your little get-togethers. The one that sells all those sweets he practically drools over—and the same ones he always tries to get you to share with him, even when you brush him off.

“I…” Your voice falters when he peeks at you over the rim of his glasses; already you can feel your cheeks start to heat up. “…Never mind, if it doesn’t bother you—”

“Not at all! I like when I get to hold your hand.”

He picks up the pace, long legs eating up the distance as you struggle to keep up behind him. Still sputtering at his little confession, and the way he tightens his grip around you.

And strangely enough…it’s comforting. The way your little hand fits in his much larger one. Almost like he’s protecting you, keeping you safe from the rest of the world.

Like you can finally loosen your shoulders and relax whenever he’s around.

It takes every bit of strength in him not to smile like an idiot when he feels your hand squeeze his own oh-so delicately.

He loves the way you stand on your tiptoes to reach something high above you.

Whether it’s a family photo album or one of your favorite coffee mugs in the cupboard, he never passes up the chance to see your arms stretch high over your head, muscles straining and tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth. Swallowing back a sinful moan when he sees your shirt ride up over your stomach, granting him the slightest peek of the soft skin beneath.

This time it’s one of your books on the very top shelf, and you’re just ten seconds away from climbing up the bookcase yourself. He lets you struggle for a bit before stepping in like a gentleman (even though you claim he’s the exact opposite). Reaching over your head and plucking out the hardcover—only to hold it just out of your reach like the asshole he is. He lets out a laugh as you scramble to grab it, only lifting it higher when you start jumping up and down.

“C’mon, Satoru, cut it out! Give it to me already!”

“You almost got it, babe. Almost there, I know you can do it!”

“Satoru, I’m serious! Just hand it over!”

Your cheeks puff out as he dangles the book over your head; no matter how many swipes you make to grab it, he always yanks it back up to his level. Curse him and his ungodly height, it’s not your fault you’re vertically challenged!

And the smug fuck is laughing his ass off as he waves the book over your head. Like you’re a fucking cat with a feathered toy.

“Just a little higher, babe, I know you—ow!”

He winces as your shoe rams right into his kneecap—damn it, he doesn’t remember you being this strong—and with a final lunge you manage to curl your fingers around the book and yank. Pressing it against your heaving chest as he doubles over, both hands clutching his injured knee.

“No fair, that was a dirty trick!”

“So was taking my book in the first place.”

It’s hard to feel any sympathy for him, even if he makes a convincing case with those pouty lips and big blue eyes. You roll your eyes and head into your shared bedroom with your prize, leaving him groaning in pain about his poor knee.

“It really hurts, you know! I could be dying in here and you wouldn’t even know!”

“Then it’d be quiet, and I could actually start to read my book.”

“Babe!”

He’s full-on whining now, limping towards the bedroom and making a show of favoring his leg. You’re already cuddled up in bed with your book, a blanket thrown over your lap. Not even sparing him a glance as you leaf through the pages.

“…Can you kiss it, make it better?”

“Kiss it yourself.”

That gets a laugh out of him, despite the bolt of pain shooting up his leg. You’re small but damn feisty when you want to be, even more than you were when you first met him. Just goes to show how much more comfortable you’ve gotten around him. But he wouldn’t have you any other way, his tiny little spitfire. And he makes a point of telling you that, even when he launches himself into bed next to you and peppers your face with kisses, only laughing when you shriek and try to bat him away.

If he makes you lose your page, you’ll make sure to kick him someplace higher than his damn knee.

He loves how delicate you are in his arms. So small and fragile, practically a doll.

Another late night at work, another night you come home with your feet dragging and your eyelids drooping. You barely make it through the threshold before collapsing, and luckily Satoru’s there to catch you in his arms. With your cheek pressed against his chest and his arms around your waist, you barely have time to mumble out, “Missed you,” before falling asleep right then and there.

Satoru’s used to it by now. You work yourself to the bone every day, and he’s left to pick up the pieces at night. Not that he minds, he enjoys taking care of you like this. Makes him feel special, he’s the only one who gets to see you in this sleepy, vulnerable state.

It’s a dance he’s become all too comfortable with at this point. Cradling your tiny body against his chest, legs thrown over the crook of his elbow as he carries you into the bedroom. Settling you on the mattress, smiling when you groan softly in your sleep. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering just a few seconds too long before you start to stir. Last thing he wants to do is rob you of some much-needed sleep.

Your shoes slip off easily, then your jacket and shirt. He’s always amazed at the difference in your clothing; how all your shirts and pants, while they look simply stunning on your body, always seem so tiny next to his own. Just the thought has him picking up the pace, eager to rid you of your work clothes and slip one of his old sleep shirts over your head. He catches the ghost of a smile on your lips before leaning you back against the pillows, careful when he pulls the covers up and over your bare legs.

Small and precious. So adorable, aren’t you?

He leans over and smooths his hand across your hair. It’s hard not to smile when you nuzzle into his touch, always finding his warmth even in your sleep. He swears he wasn’t tired before, but tucking you in always seems to wear him out. And it’s not long before he’s stripping down and joining you in bed.

Your arms find his body instantly, wrapping around his shoulders and pressing your face into his bare chest. He’s so warm and soft, his arms a protective shield around your sleeping form. He reaches up to brush your hair back, giving him a perfect view of your gentle face.

So much energy, despite your smaller size. Always working your ass off at your job, completely exhausted every night, and still wearing a smile for him when you come home.

Fuck, he loves you so much. Maybe someday he’ll have the courage to say it to your face.

The thought makes him smile as he snuggles deeper into the pillows, holding you against his chest, finally letting his eyes drift shut.

He loves how small you are, how cute and delicate and sweet you are—especially when you’re struggling to take his cock.

Reclining against the mountain of pillows against the headboard, arms folded beneath his head, licking his lips with every moan that slips through your mouth. You’re straddling him, practically dripping down his thighs with how wet you are. Three rounds of coming around his fingers and tongue, and you’re still whining how his cock is too much for you.

So fucking cute.

“S-Satoru,” it comes out as a hiccup, tears pricking your pretty lashes, “…fuck, it h-hurts—”

“Shh, baby, I know.” He leans up and presses a kiss to your sweaty temple. Fingers massaging your hips as you choke out another plea of his name. “Doin’ so well for me, aren’t you?”

It’s a sight he’ll never get sick of, no matter how many times he sees it: your pouty lips, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, as he reaches down to circle his thumb around your clit.

Your nails sink into his shoulders, thighs clenching as you lower yourself down a bit more. Fuck, he’s not even halfway in and you’re already crying like a fucking virgin. Get it together already!

But you might as well be a virgin, with how fucking huge he is. Surprisingly he wasn’t lying in that department; not that it does you any fucking good now, but still…

He’s already kissing away your tears, murmuring sweet words under his breath, against your heated skin. Good girl, so fucking good, so tight and pretty for me. It helps you find yourself again, swallowing hard before sinking down further onto his cock.

“Satoru,” you whine as he bottoms out inside you. Eyes blown wide, the two of you panting heavily against each other’s chests.

So fucking full already and he hasn’t even started moving, how are you gonna survive tonight?!

“’S alright, sweetheart.” His voice is strained but warm as he cradles your face in his large hands. Still so gentle whenever he touches you. “Take it slow, don’t wanna wear you out before the real fun begins.”

He gives you that trademark smirk of his, and you have half a mind to throw caution to the wind and fuck him within an inch of his damn life. But the moment you shift on his lap a sharp pain jolts up your abdomen, and you’re gasping for air against his shoulder once more.

“Easy, easy. Move whenever you’re ready.”

At least he’s being considerate this time.

You suck in a breath, trying to focus on the gentle touch of his fingers against your clit. The gorgeous glow of his bright blue eyes. The way his hands feel pressed against your hips, guiding you with every move you make. His messy white hair, frayed from rolling around in bed, trying to fight you for the dominant position. (He let you win, but he’ll never admit it out loud.)

Eventually you grasp his hand, his palm practically swallowing your own, and roll your hips slightly. It still hurts but nowhere near as bad as it did before. Repeat the motion, and a hint of bliss courses through your veins. Matching the feeling of his fingers on your clit, making your eyes flutter shut.

Easy does it. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.

He kisses you, slow and deep, dragging his tongue over your own. You can still taste yourself on him; he insisted you didn’t have to return the favor this time. Although he’s eager to see what you would look like with his cock down your throat, if you would struggle to take him all in, tiny hands pressed against his thighs, nails cutting into his skin like knives. His cock twitches at the thought, and he knows you feel it by the gasp that leaves your mouth.

You can do this. You got this. Nothing to be scared of, right?

A few more slow thrusts has the two of you moaning out each other’s names. Pure adrenaline floods throughout your body. Eyes flashing, you hold out both hands and press down hard on his sweaty chest, knocking him back down into the pillows below.

He stares up at you through those beautiful white eyelashes, lips parted slightly as you positon yourself over his lap. Letting his cock slip out just enough before sinking back down with a moan that has your back arching and your nails biting into the skin of his chest.

Satoru thinks he could cum just from watching you.

It’s all he can do, just sit back and enjoy the show. Throat tightening from the way you bounce yourself on his cock, singing out his name like a prayer. His hands wander up towards your breasts, eager to feel them once more, but you’re quick to bat them away. Sending him a warning glare as you pick up the pace, mouth falling open as his cock finds that special spot deep inside you.

He can’t help but smirk at that. Still his little spitfire, huh?

“Satoru…” There’s a bite to your tone, one that sends a shiver down his spine, as he fists the pillows behind him. All too eager to touch you, but not until you give him permission.

He’s a gentleman after all, isn’t he?

Your eyes glimmer with tears, hips stuttering against his own with every thrust. Pretty lips trembling as you whisper, “Fuck me, Satoru.”

His hands burn against your waist, heels digging into the mattress as he lifts his hips up to meet your own. You’re screaming out his name, lashes wet with tears, tiny fists curling against his chest. He moves you up and down on his cock at a rapid pace, one that has you sobbing and moaning and pleading with him to go faster, faster Satoru, please fuck me—

You’re clenching around his cock so tight, he won’t last another minute at this pace. So he gathers you in his arms, tossing you into the mattress like a ragdoll, smirking when you flop against the pillows below. Sinking his cock into you once more, savoring the bliss in your eyes as he stretches you out.

“Satoru!”

Your cries are barely audible through the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall. But he still hears them, hears every fucking moan of his name, every plea in your sweet little voice, every whine and gasp and sob that brings him closer to the edge.

He can see it in your eyes, how close you are to your peak. How you dig your nails into his shoulders, cradling him to your chest and kissing his lips as hard as you can. He slips an arm around your back, bracing his other against the frail headboard of the bed. Praying to any god above that the damn thing won’t collapse before the night is over.

And suddenly you shatter around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth, a thousand cries of his name on your tongue as you hold him close. It’s almost enough to make him lose it, he’s so close, almost there—

He pins your tiny body against the mattress, fucking you through your high, leaving you squirming for release beneath his larger form. Another few thrusts has him spilling himself deep inside of you, moaning your name against the shell of your ear. Clutching your smaller form close to his chest, shielding you from the rest of the world beyond.

Several moments pass before the two of you move. Carding your fingers through his sweaty hair, tasting his lips for the thousandth time tonight. He slides out of you as gently as he can, unable to suppress the smirk as he watches ropes of his cum covering your inner thighs.

“So messy,” you mumble, and it’s like a switch has been turned on in your brain. You’re back to being your shy, docile self, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs before pulling away, holding your face between his warm hands.

“I like it messy. You did so good for me, sweetheart, so fucking good.”

It’s hard not to blush when he’s praising you like that, especially when he starts kissing his way down your body. Starting from your neck and trailing down your chest, your stomach, and finally ending between your thighs. You don’t even have the strength to protest as he spreads your legs and flicks his tongue over your messy clit, not even bothered with the taste of his cum.

“Satoru,” you whine, throwing an arm over your face. But he reaches up and pulls it away, blue eyes glowing in the darkness of your bedroom.

“’M not done yet,” he mumbles, dragging his tongue along your slick, “want more of you.”

That gets a weak laugh out of you. “So fuckin’ greedy, huh?”

Yeah, he’s greedy. When did he ever say he wasn’t? He’ll take any part of you he can get, as many times as he can. His sweet little spitfire, all shy and precious but a fucking menace in bed.

And fuck, if he doesn’t love you like crazy for it.