#the door is open!!!! there is sunshine on his skin!!!! he is free oh my god

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Hi!! I’ve been obsessed with a recent post of yours, about the tmnt turtles and the ways they would confess their feelings, it was so on point? Seriously it has been even helping me fall asleep (dreaming about it lol) on that note, would you please do a scenario or Headcanons of tmnt x reader and their first kiss? Planned? Accidental? In a burst of emotion? Floor is yours

Thank you and hope you have a good day ♥️

Bayverse turtles (separate) x GN reader, SFW (set in 2023 so turtles 24-25)

OH this is RIGHT up my alley. Thank you for the ask! I'm glad you're getting some sleep lol, it was 3 a.m. when I wrote this. Being stuck in a car brings that special kind of tired where you're still jittery, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this, and thank you for sending in an ask so I wasn't bored staring at the ceiling fan.

It's not pertinent to the idea but I'm thinking Raph's kiss is a lot longer into the relationship, simply because in my head I keep thinking I wouldn't want to kiss him until he got over his whole angsty phase. If you wanna imagine he's still angsty when the smooch happens, feel free, but hot and cold ain't fun.

MIKEY

Angelo called you on your way home from work for a spontaneous Tuesday night date, and it was with only slight trepidation that you hurried home, visions of the sunshine ball left alone with no one to distract him amid all your stuff floating around your head.

Thankfully, there was no grand chaos when you poked your head through the door, only Mikey in an apron, twirling around your kitchen without a care in the world. He was juggling between three different bowls and the stove, singing along to the music blaring through his phone.

The oven dinged as you were shucking your shoes and jacket, and Mikey brightened upon spying you, tossing his spatula to the side and holding his arms open to hurry you towards him with a raucous, “babycakes! I missed you!”

You went willingly, not quite sure if he was intending to hug you or pull you into a dance, but it ended up being a mixture of the two. He spun you into a dip, hands pulling you upright when your socks slipped on the floor with a goofy smile and a little two step before he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter next to his work area. 

He broke off mid chorus to offer you a spoonful of whipped cream with a soft, “try this, baby, tell me what you think.”

You tried it without thinking, eyebrows jumping at the cloying taste on your tongue.

“Uh. Angelo, you used way too much sugar in this.” You twisted in your spot, tossing the spoon into the sink and giving a little cheer at the satisfying ‘plonk’ of it disappearing into soapy water, completely missing the mischeiveous smile on your turtle’s face.

“Yea? Here, let me help get rid of it.” Mikey’s words were teasing, and for a moment you thought he was talking about something completely different.

You weren’t expecting the warmth of his hands sliding into your hair. You startled, blinking at him dumbly when he sidled into your space, plastron tapping against your knees and pinning your shins against the counter drawers. 

He grinned, cradling your head, thumbs along your jaw, holding you still as he tilted his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

He was warm, lips soft, moving gently against your skin. He started to churr when you reached up and tucked your hands over the strong curve of his shoulders.

Your lips glided together once again, mouth opening barely under his direction, eyes closing at the little sweet exhale he gave at the motion.

“You taste like syrup.” You murmured against him, and felt his mouth fight not to tip upwards again.

“What can I say,” Mikey moved his thumb to brush over your lips, “I like sweet things, baby.”

You weaseled your arms down between your bodies, hooking around the edge of his shell and holding him closer, pulling a shiver from him.

“Give me another,” he pushed, and you giggled into the press of his lips.

DONNIE

Your nerd was thinking.

You could practically see the steam of over worked processors from where you lounged at the foot of his bed, book tilted far enough up so you could both pretend you weren’t sneaking glances his way.

Donnie was hunched over in his chair, just barely within eyesight around the low dresser separating the main room of the lab from his bedroom. His hands were lax on the keyboard of the refurbished laptop he was suppose to be working on, glasses low on his snout and eyes clearly trained, not on his work, but at the wall beyond his desk.

You entertained the thought of calling out to him, but the chances of reaching him in this state were slim to none even if you laid a trap with coffee for the bait, so you settled back into the book, flicking curious glances his way every now and then to make sure he was still breathing.

Your patience was rewarded, eventually, when he blinked and that sharp golden gaze flickered over to your face.

“I want to try something.” He said without preamble, once he saw he had your attention, and you closed the book you hadn’t been actually reading for a while with a snap to let him know he had the floor.

“Alright.” You scooted to sit at the edge of his bed, feet crossed under you and curiosity building. “What is it that you want to try, Dee?”

Donnie closed the laptop with a soft little click, rolled his chair towards you, then left his seat to shuffle into your space on his knees when he realized he still towered over you.

You swallowed at the abrupt closeness, breathed out slow to combat your sudden nerves.

The tall turtle took your hands in his, smoothed his thumbs softly over your knuckles. “I want… to kiss you. If that’s alright?”

You nodded as soon as the request was processed, gaze skittering to watch his tongue poke out reflexively before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

And held them there. No movement, no gentle give and take. You weren’t even sure he was breathing, he was so still.

He pulled back after a moment, light eyes quizzical before they turned inwards, and you could tell you were about to loose him to whatever data he’d collected.

“Ok. Hey. Wait.” You raised your hands, tapped along his cheeks until he glanced back at you. “I want to try again.” 

You kept your words soft, and when he automatically leaned in, you stopped him. “Let me lead, Dee. Just do what I do.”

This time, you used your hands to tilt his head a little bit, and softly touched his lips with your own. Pressed short kisses against him, letting him settle before you moved your jaw and pet your mouth across his.

The steam pouring out Donnie’s ears was back, his hands tightening against your own, and he gave a shaky exhale against your cheek before he responded, mouth slipping over your lips a little roughly as he moved to mirror your grip and tilt your head a little to the back. 

When the two of you broke apart, his eyes opened, and he whispered, “again?”

RAPH

The quiet times were the best with Raphael. The moments with no pressure, no societal niceties, away from the teasings of his brothers, when he’d look at you and jerk his head in a clear ‘let’s get out of here’ invitation that you’d never be able to turn down. 

Raph would unwind enough to simply exist when it was just you and him, warm and mellow and guard low enough that only affection glanced back when you met his eyes.

You were taking advantage of the quiet this particular date night. He was loose from good food and the way your smaller form sat at his side without fear. So much so, that when you swiveled and tucked a leg over his thigh, his big hand wrapped around your knee without stuttering, grip wide and warm and content to rest on the curve of your joint.

He was still engrossed in the movie, though you caught the little flicker of his eyes as he watched for your reaction to his touch, an old gut reaction that you were happy had faded even this much.

When you simply leaned into him, he relaxed further, and you were rewarded with the slow brush of his thumb against the soft skin on the inside of your knee, as though he couldn’t help the movement.

You let him settle through a few more scenes before pushing a little further, thought the amused quirk of his mouth when you finally made your move made you realize you might be a tad predictable to the large turtle.

That didn’t matter so much though, when he made no move to stop you. If anything, it confirmed his trust, at least enough that when you pulled up to your knees to reach him, hands hooking into the upper edge of his plastron, he tilted his head further to meet you halfway.

He was probably was’t expecting a kiss, however, if the little stutter that rolled through him under your hands and the way he gripped your hips was any indication.

The press of his lips were sweet and a little hesitant, especially when how small your mouth was against his broke through even your hazy thoughts, but you tipped to the side to make up for the difference. After a beat he leaned in, following your lead of how hard to press and when to move, softly scrubbing his lips against you as much as you would allow.

His hand slid up your spine, careful and soft, and you shivered at the feeling, pulling away only to dart back in for one more small peck for luck, pulling a little flustered huff from his snout.

When you pulled back for real, he tucked his head under your chin in a fit of bashfulness, even though you could feel his grin against your skin.

“Wanna finish the movie?” You asked, loathed to quit but not wanting to push him too fast.

“In a minute.” He replied, surfacing to press his mouth to yours again.

LEO 

Story time might be Leo’s favorite part of the day. Certainly it was the part of the day where he let himself relax, as much as he was able, but he coveted these moments where he wasn’t anything more than Leo, the mutant turtle that had found you.

So he soaked it all up, the softness of your back against his chest, the way you fit yourself against him without a care. It should have had his heart hammering, the way it had for hours after the first time he had found himself in this position. But the organ beat slow and steady in his chest, soothed when a shoe didn’t drop, and he became used to all the tiny movements you just couldn’t seem to help.

You were only partially aware of all the things that went on in your turtle's head, but slowly you were peeling back the layers as Leo let himself relax around you. You knew however, that he needed these small moments, and you were careful never to question when he came tired and bruised, to simply drop a book into your hands and lean his shell against the wall. He’d tell you, when he was ready.

You turned a page of the book, barely moving your wrist so the thumb sweeping back and forth across the small bones wouldn’t be dislodged, and continued weaving the story of a small elf looking for the last bit of magic in his world. 

When Leo’s thumb slipped up to touch your knuckles, framing the back of your hand with his palm, you had a moment to wonder if he wanted to hold your hand. When a sigh sounded from above you though, a small sound of contentment slipping out in a rumble you knew you weren’t suppose to hear, you realized he already was.

You glanced up, taking in Leo’s rounded shoulders, his lowered head, his large form practically curling around you. His eyes were shut, head tilted into your space, and an urge pinged hard in your chest at the sight.

You slipped the book jacket between the pages to hold your place, and set it aside, twisting around until you faced him on your knees. Your hands found the corded strength right above his knees briefly to keep yourself from falling over.

His eyes were open now, staring at you curiously, still soft around the edges.

You cupped his cheeks, leaned up against his plastron, and touched his lower lip softly with your own, eyes half lidded to gauge his reaction.

You watched his pupils blow wide, refocused when you pulled back, almost chased you hypnotically before the action caught up. There was a moment where you could see the hesitation, an errant thought, before the decision cemented in his eyes and he closed the distance again.

This time, the kiss was longer, sweeter, and he pushed into your space with a deep rumble in his chest, enough so that you had to hold his head steady to avoid being tipped backwards, stepping in when he faltered to lead him through the movements.

[short-honey-badger]

Better this Way

This one was just for fun. I've been on a roll lately so I hope everyone has been enjoying my works! Again, feel free to ask me anything. I love prompts!

This is preLuffy btw so Shanks had both arms.

Warnings: Just some more smut. drinking too. Shanks falls hard and fast.

Masterlist

Your vision swam, but you weren't about to let that stop you from making it to the privy. You had to piss something awful after having another round of shots with the attractive redhead in the corner of the bar. Shanks, you would learn later, had shouted at you from his seat after watching you down drink after drink with no intention of stopping. You looked lonely, so he quickly decided that he should be the one to keep such a pretty lass company. 

The Pirate had been pleasantly surprised when a grin let up your face and his breath was knocked away in that moment. You looked radiant, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes as you sauntered to his table. He gulped and sat up straighter in his seat, and his stomach did flip flops when you sat down across from him and he could really see how your smile truly reached your eyes, the way your nose scrunched playfully at him and asked What're we havin'. Shanks was drawn in by your sunshine attitude and it made him feel warm inside just being near you. He had never felt this way before, and he vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"Anything that'll get you to stay here with me," Shanks had said and his grin had been dopey. Like a kid finding out his first crush. 

You had laughed and shouted for shots be be brought for both of them, and from there, conversation flowed as easily as water. You learned that he was a powerful pirate captain with an equally strong crew. He loved his crew and always fought for what he thought was right in the world. The more he spoke, the more you enjoyed his ideas of true freedom and being out at sea. It was refreshing to find someone so passionate about his ideals.

You told him that you were more of a drifter, content to go wherever the wind took you. You didn't like the idea of being tied down to some island so had stolen away on a ship when you were younger and hadn't looked back since. Shanks had asked if you wanted to join his crew, if only for being such a nice drinking partner, and you were careful to always change the subject back to more natural topics without answering. 

Now, hours later, You finally found yourself in the bathroom. You quickly do your business and then go to wash up. You sigh when the warm water rushes over your hands, and find yourself closing your eyes for just a second to enjoy it. You don't hear the bathroom door open and then shut with a soft click, but you certainly feel the pair of muscular arms that wrap around your waist.

"Shit!" you exclaim and jump, scared for a split second before you recognize the now familiar straw hat that Shanks wore, "You scared the hell outta me. What are you doing in here?" 

Shanks hums and proceeds to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was well and truly drunk now and it had felt like you were taking forever in the bathroom. Without thinking, he had risen from his chair and had gone to find his perfect girl. And how could you not be in his eyes? You laughed at his shitty jokes and understood his odd sense of humor. He felt his heart stutter and skip every time you sent him even the smallest look. Shanks knows that you are the one for him. No one else had ever made him stutter and blush like some fool before.

"Coun't wait for ya out there," Shanks slurs against your skin, and his arms tighten around your waist, "Felt like you were gone forever," he noses at your neck and grins at the way you shiver at his touch. Oh, he liked that. 

You giggle at his whiney tone and lean back into his chest. He was like a personal furnace, "It's naughty to sneak into the women's bathroom, ya know," You admonish with a teasing grin, but Shanks just shrugs his lean shoulders and tightens his grip on you. 

"Then let's get outta here. Just you and me," The captain urges. You turn in his arms to look up at him and admire how relaxed and carefree this man is. Sure the two of you had done some heavy flirting through the night, but this wasn't something you had thought would come up. Now that either of you would complain.

"Let's go then. I've got a place at the hotel down the road," You agree and Shanks lights up like a kid on his birthday. He is kissing you before you blink, lips hungry for your own at his groans into the kiss. From there, it becomes a drunken stumble out of the bar and to the hotel down the street. The Red-Haired Pirates see their captain leave and let loose a couple of drunken catcalls to his delight before the two of you slip out the exit.

Shanks has you pinned to the bed the second that the door is locked. He needs to keep kissing you or it feels like his chest would combust. He needed to feel you, all of you, open for him. You gladly surrender to his onslaught, moaning with reckless abandon when the pirate's tongue fills your mouth just right. He pulls away with a stuttered moan of your name, and when you catch sight of his face, the man is frantic with need.

"Lemme suck your cock, Captain," You demand and Shanks makes a broken sound in the back of his throat. He grabs the waistband of his pants and shoves them down and off with ease before rolling to his back. You settle between his legs, licking your lips as you admire the length in front of you. Shanks was not a small man whatsoever. You actually wondered how much of his dick you were going to be able to fit in your mouth. 

"Not scared are ya, Baby?' Shanks teases and grips his cock. The head is red and swollen and he nudges it against your soft lips, "You were the one who wanted to suck my cock."

Your cheeks burn at the insinuation that you couldn't take him. You show him how wrong he is by opening your mouth and taking him almost all the way down. You breathe harshly through your nose and clench your eyes against the sudden burn in your throat. 

"Fuck!" Shanks snarls and bucks his hips. You gag around him but refuse to move away. You take a second to adjust and then bob your head, swallowing him down with a whine. Precum and drool leak from your lips and the blowjob turns fast and sloppy. Neither of you are sober or patient enough to take your time right now. However, if Shanks has it his way, he'll have all the time in the world to worship you. 

The pirate shoves you off his dick just before he comes, gripping the base of his dick tightly to prevent himself from actually erupting like a preteen. You drop beside him with a content sigh and Shanks follows once he has himself under control. 

"My turn," He says, and then his mouth is exactly where you want him. He licks your end to end, tongue flattening over your cunt to gather up your slick and lap it into his mouth. Were you really that wet from just sucking him off? The thought had his moaning against your pussy and drinking straight from the source, lips smacking in obscene noises as he positions two fingers at your entrance.

Shanks shoves them knuckle deep at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth. He pistons his hand, fingers scissoring to get you to loosen up for him. His tongue flicks your clit just right and your hands find his hair, gripping the strands tightly as you rut against his face. The captain pets your twitching walls through your first orgasm of the night and then pulls away. He makes a show of licking his lips as he grins down at you, "Could have eaten you for hours if I didn't want my cock in you so bad, Baby." 

You twitch your hips up, hissing when the head of his dick catches on your clit, "What are ya waiting for then?" You ask and Shanks falls to leave a lingering kiss on your lips with a chuckle.

"Impatient, girl," He rumbles and then kisses you again. His lips muffle the whine you make when he suddenly sinks into you, stretching your cunt far more than his two fingers had. Shanks gives you half a second before his own impatience runs thin and he begins to thrust. 

Your breath is knocked out of your lungs and you are left to hold on to the redhead's shoulders for dear life as he fucks you. There was no other word to use with how Shanks grips your hips and tilts them just right to have him rutting against your sweet spot. He ruts into you like it is the last day in this world, and you know then that you will never forget this man for however long you live. 

"Feel so good around me, Sweetheart," He pants out and rises so that he can watch you wither on his cock. One hand stays at your hip while the other smooths your hair away from your face, "So lucky to have found you," he continues and grits his teeth when you tighten around him. His hips stutter and he loses his rhythm for a second, "Gonna come soon."

"On my knees," You whine when his pace begins to falter again. You didn't want this to stop yet. 

Shanks reluctantly pulls out of you and you roll to your knees. Your face is buried in the sheets and Shanks grins at the view he has of your leaking cunt and jiggling ass, "This is nice too," he comments and then enters you with a sigh, sinking in even more in this position. He drapes over your back, pushing your hair aside so that he can pepper the sensitive skin of your back and neck with kisses and love bites. He desperately wants to sink his teeth in and never let go. 

You push your hips back to meet his thrust, needing more of him. He massages your hips as he fucks you from the back, "That's it, Baby. Just a little more," He pants out and then slips an arm under your leg. His fingers find your clit and you keen in pleasure at the unexpected touch, "Come on, Cream on my cock," The way he says your name has you coming with a cry and Shanks follows right after. 

He pulls out and paints your back with his spend. The hand on your hip grips to the point of pain, but you don't mind. Carefully, you lower your legs and hips to the bed, wincing a bit at the soreness there. 

Shanks doesn't go far, simply finding the edge of the sheet and cleaning the two of you up with messy strokes. Both of you are still sticky when he falls to the bed beside you, but neither could care. He curls close, throwing an arm around your waist and tugging you close to snuggle against his chest, "What you again later, "He slurs lowly and you giggle and nod, already half asleep in his hold.

The pirate would wake you twice more than night, whispering sweet nothing as he took you again, slow and sleepy. However, it would be you who woke first in the morning. 

Thankfully, Shanks still snoozed away and you took this time to memorize his beautiful face. This man could probably give you everything you could ever want, but you just couldn't tie yourself that close to someone. You were a drifter, just like you had told him at the bar, but guilt still ate at you as you slowly shimmied out of bed and dressed. You tear a blank page from your handy dandy notebook and write a quick note that is left on the nightstand along with the key to your room. You take one last look at his sleeping form as you grip the handle before turning away for the last time. This was for the best, after all. 

The sun would be high in the sky and you would be long gone by the time Shanks woke up. He blindly reached for you and frowned when his hand met the cold bed. His eyes crack open and Shanks quickly sits up when he realizes that he is all alone. His chest aches at the knowledge that you left without even waking him and he falls off the bed to rip the room apart as if that would make you reappear.

He spots the note and key as she blankets settle and dives for it, clenching it tight in his fist as he reads it.

Shanks, I'm sorry for leaving without a goodbye. It's better this way. If the seas are kind, then maybe we will meet again.

It is signed with your name and even a tiny broken heart that you had doodled last second. Shanks sits heavily on the bed, head bowed as he thinks. Soon enough, he stands and dresses swiftly. Your note gets tucked into the lining of his hat for safekeeping as he runs for the ship. Like hell would he wait for seas to bring you back to him? You couldn't have gotten very far in a couple of hours, so if he hurried, Shanks could find you himself. 

[nvoirs]

Could you do a Leon one shot where him and the reader are still in Spain and he catches Luis checking the reader out? Causing Leon to reveal his lust and love for the reader

I love this so much oh my gosh, here you go <3

You were glad that you and Leon had met Luis. The man was a ball of sunshine and he brightened up your mood when he cracked jokes every once in a while, he was also determined to help in your ‘quest’ as he called it.

“Luis, you really know how to make a crowd laugh.” You walked alongside him as Leon trudged behind his gaze hard but that’s just how he always was. You didn’t expect Leon to care if Luis was basically flirting with you, staring you up and down every time he engaged in a conversation with you, he’d never so much as shown a romantic interest in you.

“Senorita I only impress the best ladies, you could say that I’m a ladies man.” His big grin made Leon want to punch it off. His irked expression dissipated and his hands unclenched dropping at his sides when you glanced back at him giggling from Luis’s comment.

“Hey Leon, we can stop here and take a break.” You gestured to the small empty cabin, no ganandos in sight to try and snatch up Ashley.

“Baby eagle will be safe.” You added on. In reality, you were so exhausted your legs were sore from all the sprinting you’d done.

“Alright.” His curt response was expected. Ashley pipped up by Leon’s side clutching his arm which made you a bit annoyed but you really had no reason to be since you were shamelessly flirting with Luis. But Leon didn’t care, did he?

She mumbled about how she hated that stupid code name she was given, like what even is baby eagle? Her grumbling made you roll your eyes, as Leon made her sit down on the chair in the creaky old cabin.

“Take this time to rest.” Ashley nodded at him, her heart eyes evident had you turning your back and shutting the door harshly. Leaning your shotgun against the stony moss covered wall you pulled off your fingerless gloves before stuffing them into your back pocket.

You hadn't heard the creak of the cabin door open and Leon make his way around to you. “Cleaning weapons without me? No fair.” you gave him a look before turning around and continuing cleaning your handgun with the now dirty rag.

“What's up with you? you and Luis were just having a party of a conversation before.”

That pissed you off. “And have you got a problem with that Agent Kennedy?” The surname basis made Leon flinch as he trapped you between his arms caging you between the cabin wall and himself.

“Why are you really pissed, Agent?”

“I don't know, maybe ask Ashley.” You shot back. Oh shit you dumbass.

“Oh? don't tell me you're jealous of the president's daughter's hospitality, don't be It's just the way she was brought up.” His hand inched its way towards your leg, you could smell the mint of his breath gently fanning over your startled face.

“I'd say you have a little crush on me.. no? Forcing It onto Luis to get back at me.” His free hand that wasn't holding his gun came in contact with the softness of your dirt caked skin. He wiped a streak of mud with his rough padded thumb from under your eyelid and you let out a small squeak.

“I bet you'd like it if I did this, wouldn't you.” You weren't even thinking straight as Leon pressed against you, slotting your mouth against his as you drank in his sweet lips. You muffled gasps and whines had him chuckling as he pulled back, a string of fated saliva still connected.

“Luis and Ashley are only behind this wall, maybe talking but they'll probably hear you if you make a sound.”

Your eyes widened when Leon unzipped your tactical pants in one swift motion, pulling them down to your mid thighs. Exposed and vulnerable to Leon's intentions he had a full view of your underwear that was collecting your wetness inside. He got you so wet it kind of scared you if he was going to see he would never let you live it down.

“Pink panties? that's so cute.” His cooing made you shiver, but you let him do as he pleased. His fingers dipped into the side of your underwear as he shamelessly stroked your bare cunt. The short gasp that you let out had him continuing. Latching his mouth onto yours again drinking in your cries of pleasure, as he shoved two of his fingers into your sopping mess of a pussy.

The thrusts were fast and you could hear the squelching of your cunt as Leon pumped his fingers inside of you. A third finger rubbed at your weeping clit, sending electric bolts of pleasure through your weakened body. Your watery eyes were rolling to the back of your skull, legs trembling like jelly as he literally forced your orgasm from you. You came on his fingers whimpering into his mouth, your pussy still clenching around his fingers as he pulled out.

“Open your mouth, know you'd love it, such a slut.” Leon tutted as you opened your mouth eagerly sucking on his fingers tasting yourself on them.

“Please Leon, need more.” Clenching your thighs together, as you stared up at his looming figure. His arrogant stare intimidated you as he grinned.

“Maybe if you don't go near Luis, you're still indebted to me. I think I deserve something for my efforts.”

And you were dropping to your knees before he could even ask.

[moonstruckme]

ahhh could i request sirius with reader that always matches her nails with him. i feel like it would make him so happy. can be poly!marauders or just sirius x reader, whatever you feel like doing,

love you and have a great day <3

Thanks for requesting!! Love YOU and hope YOU have a great day :3

cw: cheeseball!Sirius

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 689 words

When Sirius opens the door to his flat, there’s another man sitting with you on the couch.

“I didn’t give you a key so you could come over and woo my girlfriend,” he drawls, hanging his keys on the hook by the door. 

“Is that why you invited me over?” James looks at you, appalled. “I love you, sunshine, but it’s purely platonic for me.” 

You nudge his shoulder with your own, hands occupied with a bottle of nail polish. “Stop being gross,” you complain, “both of you.” 

Sirius chuckles, rounding the couch and setting a hand on your shoulder. “Hello, darling,” he croons, tone overly indulgent. 

You roll your eyes but turn your head towards him, obliging him with a kiss. Sirius smiles against your lips and, once you pull away, eases onto the armrest beside you, arm comfortably around your shoulders.  

“So,” he says to James, “is Remus here as well, or are you the only one abusing your key privileges today?”

“Actually,” James replies, matching Sirius’ haughty tone, “he’s on his way. Your pantry is shamefully understocked, so I called him for reinforcements.” 

Sirius groans, taking the opportunity to collapse pitifully into your side, his face in your hair. You let your head rest atop his sympathetically, but in truth you’re both oozing contentment. Sirius loves that his friends come over whenever they want, almost as much as he loves how well they’ve taken to you. Not that he’d ever expected anything less than kindness from James or Remus, but the way they’ve brought you into their friend group so willingly, both taking the time to get to know you and spend time with you even when Sirius isn’t around, makes his heart feel too big for his chest. You clearly appreciate the welcome, too. You think your efforts to thank them go unnoticed, but Sirius doesn’t miss the look in your eyes, a mix of giddiness and nerves, when you buy a book you think Remus will like or bake cookies to bring to Lily and James’ flat. You haven’t had quite enough time to feel secure in their affection, but Sirius’ friends never hesitate to prove their sincerity. 

“Wait a minute.” James grabs Sirius’ hand from your shoulder, holding it close to his face. Sirius waggles his fingers in James’ grip. “This is the same color she’s doing.” 

Sirius looks at your nails for the first time, shiny and still wet. “Yeah? You been digging through my polish again, baby?”

“You have better colors,” you say simply. “Plus, it’s fun to match.” 

Sirius takes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together while you can do nothing about it. Your glare is playful, mouth pouting against your will, and Sirius likes the look of his nails against your skin. The color suits you. 

“Get your own personality,” he says, kissing your pushed-out lips.

“Shuddup,” you say, words muffled, and Sirius releases you. Your lips curl into a smile the second they’re free to do so. “You love it.” 

“What do we love?” Remus asks as he comes in the door, a giant bag of crisps in his hands. 

“Finally!” James leaps up, seizing the bag from him and tearing it open. “We were talking,” he says through a mouthful, “about how Sirius secretly loves it when Y/N matches her nail polish to his.” 

“Oh, absolutely he does,” Remus says mildly, taking a seat in the chair next to you. “Wouldn’t shut up about it after the first time you did it.” 

“Oi,” Sirius objects, “where’s the loyalty? Do you tell my girlfriend everything I say and do?”

“Yes,” James replies easily. “How else do you think we occupy ourselves when you’re not around?”

Remus shrugs indifferently, and your face takes on a pinkish hue. 

“Traitors,” Sirius grouses, but it’s without real upset. He gave up any pretense of coolness around you long ago. 

You hold up your nails, now dry, and place your fingers next to his. 

“I think it looks good,” you muse softly, smiling as he intertwines your fingers, tilting your hands this way and that admiringly. 

“Now they’re perfect.”

[judeswhore]

you sunshine, you temptress; jude bellingham

summary: a quiet tryst isn’t as quiet as you think

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (m), praise, kinda getting caught??

notes: you can find my masterlist here. uhm idk how i feel abt this so feel free to give feedback and hopefully u enjoy!

"this is terrible." you mumbled the words against jude's lips, let him swallow them down as he kissed you, your fingers wrapped loose around his cock. you dragged them up, squeezed softly at the tip to make him grunt, hips bucking further into your hand. your back was pressed against the bathroom door, jude's body flush against you, both of his hands cradling your jaw to keep you close.

"s'not, they won't even know we're, oh fuck, we're missing." he half whined when you tightened your grip and twisted your wrist, his legs feeling like jelly despite the fact you'd only just started. he'd been hard all afternoon, watching you in your low cut dress, his fingers grazing your bare thighs whenever he got the chance. he'd gotten tired of barely there touches and had dragged you up to the bathroom, pushed you up against the door and practically begged you to make him cum.

"i'm making an awful impression."

"they already love you."

"they won't if they find out what we're doing up here." jude was finding it hard to concentrate on your words or concerns, his mind blank from pleasure, his only thoughts being about getting you on your knees. his thumb swiped beneath your eye, the tip of his nose dragging up the side of yours as his hips rocked forward to match your pace.

"then we'll be quick," he kissed your cheek, lips trailing back to your mouth and his soft moan set your skin alight. you'd grazed your thumb over the head of his cock, teased over the slit as pre cum dripped over your fingers and jude had gone slightly dizzy. "just need your mouth, babe, need you to suck me off, yeah?"

you were nodding despite your worries over his family, and you pushed him back a little, just enough for you to drop to your knees in front of him, eyes locked on his. you licked your lips and blinked up at him, innocent as always and one of jude's hands reached for your face, brushed soft over your cheek before settling on the back of your head. his other hand wrapped around his cock, pumped a few times before he tapped the head against your lips.

"open for me, baby." you did as asked, jaw dropping open, tongue flat out and you hummed low in your throat when he grazed his tip over it. you watched his stomach tense the second you pressed your lips to him, soft and wet on the underside before you kissed down to his happy trail. your teeth sunk teasingly into the skin of his exposed hip before your tongue laid flat on the side of his cock. you were slow in dragging it over the length of him, kitten licking the swollen tip as he stroked his thumb over your jaw.

"look so fucking pretty, y'know." again you hummed at the compliment, wrapped your lips around the soft head and sucked, fluttered your lashes when you looked up at him. with his shirt gone you had a clear view of his chest and that ladder of hair that drove you crazy, your fingers reaching up to brush over it. his chest heaved on a staggered breath, head falling back just slightly until the vein in his neck tightened.

gaze still on him you slowly lowered your mouth over his cock, let your tongue glide over him as you took him halfway before pulling off again. you set a steady pace like that, not taking him in completely, focusing most of your attention on the swollen tip until he was getting impatient, pushing at the back of your head and urging his hips forward. he gave a frustrated grunt when you suckled his head again.

"baby, c'mon, don't tease. i know you can take more than that, take it all for me." he swiped his thumb over your cheek before pressing the palm of his hand flat against the door, his other once again pushing the back of your head to get you to take him deeper. without any resistance you let him, relaxed your throat and took him to the back of it, didn't stop until your nose was pressed into the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. he held you there with his head thrown back. "there you go, just like that."

his hips thrust forward, tried to push further down your throat and you gagged around him, nails sinking into the skin of his thighs as tears gathered in your eyes. jude only groaned, a low, rough sound that travelled through you, had wetness pooling in your underwear. when he let you pull off him you did so slowly, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth as you took him straight back in, ignoring the ache in your jaw at the stretch and the dizzying lack of oxygen.

with your hands on his thighs you let him guide you, opened your mouth and lolled your tongue so he could fuck his cock down your throat at the pace he liked. he kept it somewhat slow, lazy pumps of his hips and pushes of your head to make you take everything, your gags and splutters only urging him on. he was getting loud, breathy moans and grunts of your name echoing in the bathroom but having his cock stuffed completely down your throat had all concerns of being quiet out of the window.

"god, you feel so good." jude rocked his hips, used your mouth like he would your pussy and when you swirled your tongue over him, swallowed around his thick length his legs almost buckled. "m'gonna cum, gonna fill your mouth and you're gonna swallow it all yeah? show me how good you are." you couldn't answer, could only moan around him, the vibrations enough to make his hand press harder against your head.

you managed to move at your own pace again, head bobbing over his cock, one hand coming up to squeeze softly at his balls until his moans sounded more like whimpers. he was close, cock twitching on your tongue, his stomach tense and he bucked messily towards your face when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked around him. your fingers wrapped around what you couldn't comfortably fit in your mouth and you jerked him quickly, focused on dragging your mouth over the top of his cock, sucking softly at his tip. 

"oh my god, fuck, baby." his orgasm hit him hard and he came with a whiney cry of your name, unable to stop the noises from spilling past swollen lips when you took him to the back of your throat again. his cum filled your mouth, dripped down his cock and your fingers as you worked him through it, wrist twisting to wring as much and pleasure out of him as possible. "good girl, just like that, yeah? doing so well for me, keep your mouth open, babe."

you did as you were told, swallowed everything he gave you and kept your jaw slack, enough so jude could pump his hips and ride it out at his own pace. his cock was softening and he watched with hooded eyes as you licked him clean, pressed a kiss to his tip before tucking him back into his boxers. he was slightly dazed, skin hot to touch and a little sweaty, his entire body weight held up by one hand pressed against the door.

you grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter, cleaned up your hand and wiped away the spit and cum that had spilled passed your lips. jude was trying to catch his breath, chest rising and falling rapidly and he hummed in appreciation when you kissed the spot over his heart. your lips dragged across his chest, pressed hot over his throat before finding his jaw, nipping teasingly at the sensitive skin.

"you're gonna kill me one day." he mumbled into your ear, returning your kisses with his own against your hair.

"because i'm so good at giving head?"

"you're sinful at giving head." you could only giggle, nose at the underside of his jaw as he arms wrapped tight around your waist. he stroked his fingers over your back, light and teasing beneath your shirt and you felt him smirk when you shuddered. "we should probably go help with dinner."

"i need to fix my make up." jude pulled his head back at that, tilted his gaze down to take in the smudged mascara beneath your eyes and the slight mess of lipstick over your chin. he gave a soft chuckle and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"you look like you just gave the best blow job of your life." your grin was crooked, your eyes raking down his body, fingers slipping beneath the elastic of his boxers before letting it snap against his skin. he hissed.

"you look like you just got the best blow job of your life."

the two of you had thought you'd gotten away with it, were convinced you hadn't been too loud, that no one had heard anything suspicious. in your head you thought jude hadn’t been that loud, sure he’d been noisy but not enough to be heard downstairs and you’d both cleaned up enough not to look messy. that was until midway through cleaning up after dinner when jude’s dad spoke up.

“the bathroom isn’t soundproof y’know, son.” silence followed his words, his smirk only growing as he watched you and jude glance at each other, his mum confused at her spot by the fridge. jobe raised his eyebrows, clearly just as confused.

“i- uh, okay?” his dad gave a laugh and shook his head and that’s when it clicked, jude’s eyes widening, your own jaw dropping as embarrassment flooded over you. “oh my god.”

“just a little word of warning for next time. actually, please don’t let their be a next time, we share that bathroom.” jobe’s laughter joined his father’s loud and overly entertained and you had never wanted the floor to swallow you more. jude groaned from his spot beside you, his arm pulling you closer when you hid your face away in chest.

his mum didn’t know where to look, her gaze darting from you and your boyfriend to her laughing husband and son, clearly not finding the situation funny the way they did. she gave a shake of her head and sighed, a sigh that said she was sick of being surrounded by boys.

“jude, please keep those things to your bedroom, okay?”

“bro, you are so not living this down!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 8

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Jazzercise in the park sounded like a great idea when you signed-up. You didn't put much thought to the demographic until you showed up. Amid the grannies dressed in their most neon oranges and hottest of pinks, you stick out like a sore thumb. Still, you don't mind the excuse for some fresh air and to make some friends.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead and you feel the fitness flowing through you. You look over at Gladys as she nearly puts you to shame with her spry lunges. You sigh and look to your other side, wishing Hottie was there. Too bad she has work.

You follow the instructor, a woman in her late fifties, Sonya. She hops and bops to the vibes of Wham as she hollers at you to get moving. You find yourself bouncing all over the place, the pedestrians along the path and the sitters on the benches watching at all angles. You might look ridiculous but it feels great.

You jump a bit too far back and crash into another body. You expect Meredith and her tight spirals flowing over a sweatband, but instead find yourself on the path, nearly stampeded by the large body heaving and sweating. You get your balance and untangle yourself from the stranger. Not a stranger at all.

August's curls are slightly dampened with his sweat, his skin glistening, as he wears a sleeveless black muscles shirt and even drabber shorts. A little colour wouldn't hurt.

"You," he snarls as he steps back.

"You!" You cheep brightly, "are you here for Jazzercise too?"

"What? I'm running--- Typical. I just can't seem to shake you. Like a bad cold."

"Hm, is there a such thing as a good cold?" You tap your lip, "maybe if it helps you build immunity--"

"Enough," he checks his watch and sighs, looking down the winding paved path, "I don't have time for this."

"I don't either," you put on a scowl, "you know, I'm out here tryna get in shape and you're running into people--"

"You jumped in my way," he accuses.

"My bad," you put your hands up and step off the pavement, "as you were."

You spin and dismiss him. You come join Gladys as she runs in place and you focus on Meredith's barking demands. Whew, this is awesome but you're gonna be in bed for at least a day recovering.

🧸

You walk home alone, enjoying the sunshine and the song birds flying around the statues. You follow the trail to the gates and onto the street. It's not very far from home, a couple blocks if that. You feel the adrenaline fading and the nip of fatigue that underlies it. You can't wait to chill, and maybe take a shower.

You pull at your shirt, trying to air out your sweaty torso. As you turn onto the next avenue, you hear a step out of rhythm. You look over your shoulder but only find a Ford Fiesta driving down the road. You shrug and carry on.

As you come to your house, you see the drive way is empty. It's not surprising. Your mom and dad are social people, more so since you aged into college. Hottie says it's a midlife crisis, but you expect they just feel free now that you're and adult. Well, you do your best.

You hop up the steps and take out your keys. You leave it unlocked as you stop to take off your shoes. The only thing on your mind is a tall refreshing glass of water. You don't think orange pop is a great post-work out refresher, as bubbly as it is.

You go into the kitchen and fill a glass. You head out to the deck, leaving the sliding door open as you sit in the shade. You drain almost half the glass before setting it aside on the patio table. You lean forward and undo your fanny pack, putting it next to the water.

You lean back and close your eyes. You really should get washed up. You're a little smelly. Oh, maybe Hottie's done. You can't remember when she said she worked until.

You drag yourself to your feet and finish the water. You leave the empty glass in the kitchen and stop to look at the crooked whiteboard on the fridge. You fix it and turn your attention to your phone.

Your mom texted you during the class. Her and your dad drove up to your aunt's for their big summer blowout. The same one they seem to have every week or so.

You go upstairs and to your room. You undress a piece at a time. The body suit wasn't a great choice as you peel it away from your skin and the leggings catch around your ankle. Ew, you feel nasty.

You wrap yourself in a fresh towel and walk down the hall to the bathroom as you message Hottie to check in. It's a perfect night for a sleepover. Your dad always drinks too much when he's around your uncle.

You put your phone on the counter and swing the door behind you, not caring that it doesn't clasp. You put the towel over the bar and slide back the frosted door. You bend to crank on the faucet letting the water heat before stepping under it.

You bask in the steam and wash away the residue of your workout. You take your time, a rare chance to do so. You step out and find the whole room foggy. Jeez, like a sauna or whatever.

You grab your towel and pat yourself dry, swathing yourself in the cotton before letting the steam out into the hall. You hum that George Michael diddy as you come down to your room and hit the high note just as you find an unexpected figure on the foot of your bed. It's not your teddy bear.

Your heart drops and you barely keep the towel from doing the same.

"August?" You gape in confusion, has the steam made you delirious?

He smirks, the first time you've seen anything but fury in his features. You gulp loudly and clutch the knot of the towel. You don't like that little light in his eyes, like a wolf about to feast.

[featherandferns]

15 with fluff please!!

15. Well, you're just a ball of sunshine, huh?

you ask and i deliver ;)

i'm not sure why so many of these prompts revert back to food for me but...oh well lol

feel free to request: prompt list

wake the sleeping beast - prompt 15

JJ’s shaking your shoulder. His grip is firm but soft, fingers warm and rings cold. Safe to say, it’s very annoying. You shrug him off jerkily.

“C’mon babe. Gotta wake up,” JJ mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.

“No.”

He chuckles. There’s the telling sound of bedsheets shuffling as JJ gets up and out of bed with a groan. You don’t move; staying nestled in the warmth of the sheets, encapsulated by the smell of laundry detergent, sea salt and JJ’s bodywash that has rubbed off onto the blankets and pillows. The moment of bliss is short lived as he pulls up the blinds, flooding the room with sunlight. You groan into the pillow and pull the sheets over your head.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” JJ sardonically says.

The mattress dips as he climbs back onto the bed. Your battle to keep the sheets pulled over your head is lost as JJ yanks it down to reveal your pillow-crease-imprinted face. He sits on your legs, making you grunt in complaint once more.

“Seriously. Get up,” he repeats.  

“Fuck off.”

“Woah. Well, you're just a ball of sunshine, huh?”

“Go die in a hole,” you mumble back, desperately trying not to slip all the way out of your sleep.

“Break my heart, why don’t you?” JJ sarcastically quips.

He flops on top of you and starts pressing kisses against your neck and collarbones. You grunt in disapproval. He’s disturbing your sleep…Eventually, JJ lets up with a sigh. He presses one more kiss to your cheek before catching the hint and getting off the bed. You take advantage of his absence and pull the sheets back up, your smile slightly returning when you do. There’s the sound of creaking floorboards as JJ moves to leave and the click of the door closing. Muffled conversations with the other Pogues follows. You let yourself drift back off to sleep.

Here’s the thing. When you and JJ first started dating, he’d told you that he wasn’t a morning person. What he didn’t know, was that you weren’t either. In fact, incredibly, you were even less of a morning person than him. So, at 11am nearly every day, when JJ would emerge from the fortress of dreams, you were still dead to the world. Waking you up bordered on punishment by death.

There was one way to coax you to the land of the living though, coming with the lowest chance of mutilation…

The smell of bacon slips under the door. It’s like a guiding beacon of light, driving you away from your hazy dreams. It seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and then you realise that it’s JJ’s doing, as the bed dips from him sitting beside you. He doesn’t even have to say anything. You crack an eye open, wincing a little against the daylight, and make out a shirtless JJ. His back is to you, the muscles taught and shifting as he eats, and you reach out a hand to stroke at his skin. Turning around, he smiles down at you, chewing.

“Morning,” you mumble.

“Afternoon,” he corrects.

“Gimme that,” you say, holding out a hand lazily.

JJ rolls his eyes with a snigger. “Thought you wanted me to die?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I didn’t know you had bacon,” you reply.

“Sit up, at least,” he tells you, shifting so he’s sitting on the bed more.

You comply with a sigh, stretching out your arms and legs as you move to rest your back against the headboard. Then JJ’s holding the plate out to you, offering the fork, and you sleepily smile at him in thanks. It’s drenched in maple syrup (just how you like it) and it takes everything in you not to moan as you take a bite.

“Good, huh?”

“Better than sex,” you reply with your mouthful.

With that, the fork is snatched from you. “Hey!”

“Take that back,” JJ says, having another mouthful.

“I will if you gimme back the fork,” you counter.

JJ shakes his head. Has another huge, obnoxious mouthful. Now more awake, you make a half-arsed lunge for the fork and plate. He easily dodges your attempts.

“Gimme it!”

“Take it back!”

“You’re such a baby,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.

“And you’re not?” JJ snickers, quirking a brow at you.

You smile a little at that, relaxing back against the headboard. “Fine. I take it back.”

“Gonna have to do better than that,” JJ shrugs. Another mouthful. There’s only one strip of bacon left now, and a sad pile of scrambled eggs.

“Jesus Christ,” you grumble. “You’re the God of sex, JJ. Happy?”

The forkful of food that’s shovelled in your mouth tells you yes, he is. You roll your eyes and chew through your smile.

“If you get up, there might still be some pancakes left,” JJ says as he moves to stand. The plate in his hand is now empty.

“I might need to work up an appetite for it,” you innocently think aloud.

JJ pauses on his way to the bedroom door. Then, the plate is abandoned on the desk is a careless toss and he’s practically throwing himself onto the bed. Your laughter is cut off by his lips on yours. The kisses taste like maple syrup and morning.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Can I get 12 on the kissing prompt with Luffy?

Luffy x prompt 12: accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart with.

thank you for requesting this!! I have to admit I got a little bit carried away with this one and it turned more passionate and less funny then intended to but oh lord. uffy is my definition of hero so it just fitted perfectly. I love it. and I hope you will too! Enjoy ♡

gender neutral! imprisonment, chain, mentions of blood?

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Luffy didn't know how you ended up in that situation, if he had to be fair. Both of you tied up to the wall, seastone chains wrapped around your wrists. You sighed loudly, lifting your head up to look at your captain. Luffy was right in front of you, keeping his head down trying to hold onto the little energy he had left in his body; standing only inches apart, you could feel his hair tickling your face.

The guard that tied you up like that wanted you to see each other suffering, to experience the fear and the pain of being unable to help someone you love. They wanted to torture you mentally, to break your spirit and stop your will to fight.

Luffy kept quiet, trying to figure out how to break free; he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He could feel his energies slowly leaving his body, his vision slowly getting blurrier and dizziness increasing with every movement he tried to make. How could he get caught so easily? How could he be so stupid to take you with him? These questions crowded his mind. He felt weak, he felt immature - and he felt guilty. If only he didn't scream your name when he saw you laying down, maybe you wouldn't be there right now. But he did, showing everyone his biggest weakness - you. He bit his bottom lip, clenching his fists in frustration. There had to a way out.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, slowly lifting his head up to look at you. The seastone was having a greater affect on you for some reasons and it was visible: all you were able to do was nod weakly in response.

"Hey, hey, no! Look at me. Wake up!" Luffy urged, worriedly. Seeing you in such state made his heart ache, he could almost feel it wrench and contort inside his chest.

"I am awake.." you replied, trying to fix your composure and bring yourself to look at him, finally realising how close the two of you were standing.

Luffy greeted you with the softest smile, which you were quick to reciprocate. Taking advantage of the the little sunshine that pierced through the tiny window on the roof in your cell, you let your eyes wonder over his figure, admiring every detail. His face was all covered in blood and his raven hair was messier than ever, his muscles tensed from the position the chains imposed on him - and all you could think about was how beautiful he looked in that exact moment. His eyes shining with the same determination as ever, his face showed no sign of fear. You always felt so safe around him, even if you were now tied up to a wall, and probably being sentenced to death; you had faith in him.

"I'll get us out of here." Luffy whispered, brushing his nose against yours, making the rattling of his chains fill the room as he pulled himself closer to you. You nodded in response, resting your forehead against his and enjoying the warmth that feeling his skin against yours brought you. Luffy's gaze quickly trailered down your face to your lips - it was now or never, he thought. He pushes himself closer to you once again, making his chains rattle once more - and you followed, doing the same: your lips were now brushing against each other.

Right before Luffy could lean forward and kiss you, the door of your cell opens, a loud noise made the walls vibrate, causing you to tumble down to your position again and unable to response in anyway, the seastone chains now making you feel exhausted.

After that, everything felt like a blur. The only thing you could remember was seeing Luffy being taken away from the cell and hearing him scream your name at the top of his lungs - and nothing else. The next thing you knew was being held in Luffy's arms, as he made his way to your bedroom on the Sunny. Chopper had applied bandages to your body and gave you something to alleviate the pain and regain your lost energies.

"Good morning.." Luffy said laughing, as he gently laid you down on your bed. "I told you I would have gotten us out of there." he winked, unable to contain his toothy, happy smile.

"I knew it." you smiled back, making some space for him to sit on your bed.

"So.." he cleared his throat, sitting next to you and lazily caressing your cheeks with his fingers. "where were we?" he tried to ask confidently, his cheeks immediately betraying him as they turned a crimson red.

Gigging in response, you lean closer to him and with perfect timing, Luffy's hand cups your cheek and gently pulls you into a delicate kiss.

[scourgeofgotham]

FLORA

You’ll belong to him, forever.

(BATTINSON) BRUCE WAYNE x FEM! READER

WARNINGS:

contains: dd/lg, manipulation, kidnapping, dubcon

a/n: this will become a series eventually, there is no smut in this chapter

You woke up. Your eyes sleepily gazed over, suddenly they widened. You were in a room you’d never seen before. It looked like a Victorian manor like it belonged to the Adam’s Family. You tried to get up but realized you couldn’t you were bound to the bed by black ropes. You tried calling out but realized that you’re mouth had something in it. You tried to look down at your feet and saw you were adorned with white stockings and Mary Janes, around your ankles was black rope. You looked at what you were wearing and saw a black frilly dress. This wasn’t what you were wearing before… you’ve never seen these clothes… You looked around the room more and saw a bunch of cobwebs and covered furniture.

The door opened.

You see a figure stepping in. It was a man. You couldn’t make it out clearly from all the shadows obscuring his figure. “Petal,” he softly smiled. You couldn’t tell but he was enamored by how you looked, tied up on that bed— he had to refrain. Not yet.

The door closed behind him.

You stared at him trying to get a good look. All you saw was a black figure. You could barely make it out what you were seeing. He was moving slightly revealing more of his face. He had messy black hair, he was tall, and handsome, and had sharp dark blue eyes. He walked over to the bedside of the bed, taking a seat. “No need to worry sunshine, you’re mine now” he whispered.

You started to cry, and saw his eyes were smudged with black paint. “You’re wondering why you’re here aren’t you?” He sympathized. “Flora, my little fairy, you brought so much sunshine and happiness into my life that I couldn’t handle if you didn’t love me back… or if you never wanted to be mine.” His voice changed going from sweet and soothing to dripping with venom. “So I did what any other man would do and I took you from that awful digusting life you had. You’re gonna be my little dress up doll, and I’m going to cherish you, forever.” He softly smiled.

You screamed into the gag. Tears rolled down your cheeks. Terror filled your eyes. “Don’t be afraid, sunshine” he whispered, brushing your hair. He took the gag out of your mouth and then started kissing your mouth. “Don’t be afraid, my fairy. Just relax, Daddy is here and he’s going to take care of you. You’re Mrs. Wayne now, as soon as you’re obedient and in love with me. I’ll start showing you off as mine. Little Mrs. Flora Wayne. My new and loving wife who will obey my every command. Who will have my children, who will let me do whatever I want? You’ll never leave my side.” He was crazed, looking into your eyes.

He pulls back for a moment then kisses your neck passionately. “You’re mine, my precious little fairy” he mumbles between kisses. The obsession has overtaken his emotions. “Can I let your wrists go or are you going to hurt me, Flora?” Bruce quietly asked. “I don’t want my little dress-up doll to get hurt…” He continued, his voice dripping with love. You nodded slowly. “I’m gonna untie the ropes, but do not try to escape” he warned. He untied the ropes, freeing your hands and legs from the ropes. You try to get up but he pushed you back down on the bed. He laid on top of you, his body touching yours. You feel his warmth against your skin. His face was close to yours, and he kissed you. You were terrified, “Sir?” You trembled, “Why did you kidnap me?” You started to cry again, tears were rolling down your face. “Oh, my sweetest, most precious petal…” he smiled caressing your face, and your cheeks, and running a finger between your eyes to catch your tears. “I had to keep the one who brings me sunshine close” he chuckled, “don’t be afraid, Flora” he smiled. “I knew you would never love me for who I truly am… You would think the worst of me, I needed to just take you and love you sunshine.” He quietly explained. “You’re my every breath…” His smile was unhinged. “I saved you. I took you here and I’m giving you a better life, just take what I give you and you’ll see that we were meant to be.” Bruce crazed.

“A better life? You kidnapped me!” you screamed. Tears were running down your face, you felt a tear roll across your lips. “You’re crazy.” You felt a tinge of his breath on your neck, his lips kissing you again. “I want to go home…” you whispered. “You’re a little confused, sunshine, I love you” he sighed before kissing every tear that rolled down your cheek. “I just saved you from all the darkness in your life” he continued “It’s ok, you’re with Daddy, I’ll give you everything you want” his voice turned smooth. “Just let me go home.” you sobbed. Bruce sighed, “Flora, you have no home baby.” He looked at you, with obsession. “You belong to me now, you have no name, no family, no past…” he whispered, his voice was soothing, full of love, full of control. “Daddy knows best, your home is here with me” he kissed you again, passionately. “Stop calling me Flora!” You screamed, “It’s not my name!” You sobbed. “I changed your name. You’re not who you once were, you’re name is now Flora. I’ve gotten you all the paperwork you will ever need.” He frantically grinned. “Do you remember what your name was?” He softly asked. You nodded in response.

A tear fell down your cheek. You hated this man, you hated him for taking everything from you. He pulled you onto his lap, “It doesn’t matter anymore what you’re name once was. You’re Mrs. Flora Elizabeth Wayne. Your hair color is different, and your eyebrows match.” He stated slowly. “I do miss that beautiful, silky hair of yours, but this is for the best so you don’t get recognized. I will be dressing you every time we go out. I won’t be here at night but Alfred, my butler will be taking care of you. You will refer to me as Mr. Wayne to him, do not call me the special name I gave you, to his face.” He clearly stated. “This isn’t my bedroom, but you will be sleeping in my bedroom every night. I will be bathing you and with you. Any other questions?” He softly purposed.

You didn’t answer, nothing mattered anymore. “Good girl” he nodded, caressing your cheeks. He gave a light kiss to your forehead, your eyes, and finally your lips. “Now you must rest, it’s been a very exhausting night for you, for both of us” he stated, his voice dripping with love and obsession. He held you tightly, close against his chest. “I won’t be in bed with you tonight, my little fairy.” He sighed, “I have important things to do.” He stood up with you in his arms and carried you to his room, he was staring at you the entire time. “My beautiful little fairy,” he cooed. He laid you on the bed and sat in front of your feet, he started to unbuckle your Mary Janes and slid them off. After both shoes were off he started to pull down your stockings. He took his time, removing the stockings slowly. You felt his hands touching your thighs, caressing them softly. He looked at you with that same obsessive, loving, and crazed face he did since you woke up. You felt so vulnerable. After the stockings were off he grabbed your hands and lifted you. He got up close and grabbed your chin, “My little doll.” He cooed before kissing you. He reached behind you and started to unzip your dress. You couldn’t say a word. You just felt vulnerable.

You felt scared. You couldn’t even say stop. You tried, but you couldn’t say the words. Tears filled your eyes as the kiss got more passionate, and as your dress got off. You started to tear up at the kiss, he pulled you against him, holding you close. His hands gently caressed your body as he pulled down your dress slowly and tossed it on the bed. He stared at you for seconds on in, his eyes were hungry, craving. Obsession and love were the only emotions visible to them. “Flora, my sweet petal…” He purred. He started petting your hair, staring into your eyes. “The time will come.” He quietly blurted and then got off of you. He went into his closet for a few moments and came back with a satin dress. He laid it next to you and started to unclasp your bra, and your eyes widened. You tried shoving him off and he immediately pulled your chin up. “I told you, Flora. I will be undressing and dressing you, I’ve already seen your body. I will continue seeing your body.” He snapped. He unclasped your bra and laid it next to you. He slipped the satin dress over you and grabbed your arms to pull them through the holes. You nodded, afraid to not do as he said. He pulled the dress on you, his fingers caressing your skin. He caressed your thighs, your back, your neck, your hair, your cheeks, and your lips as he put the dress on. You felt the fabric against your skin, it was the softest and thinnest fabric you’d ever felt before. He smiled, you could feel and see his obsession and love for you every time he looked at you. He sighed and turned around to go into the closet to grab a robe. “You can wear this if you feel like you’re too exposed.” and then walked towards the door, “Don’t be afraid to come out and ask. I won’t be here but someone can attend to your needs.”

You felt a mix of fear and sadness at the thought of him leaving you alone in an unknown room. You mumbled, “Please don’t go.” He turned around with a look of shock and happiness, “You don’t want me to go?” He questioned, a smile creeping up on his face. He came over to your bedside, “Do you want Daddy to stay?” He asked. He smiled and tucked you in the bed, he caressed your face. “Stay” you pleaded, feeling disgusted with yourself for wanting him to hold you. “Oh Flora, how could I say no?” He purred. He climbed into bed next to you, covering himself with the comforter. “Daddy wants to hold his pretty fairy, come here.” He whispered, holding out his arms. With every moment you couldn’t deny the burning need to get close to him. His voice was soothing, like a lullaby, it melted any fear inside you. His soft touch and love for you made you want to get closer. You got beside him, his arms holding you against him. “I love you, I love you so much, my pretty little fairy,” he whispered in your ear.

Your head was against his chest. He felt so warm, you felt secure in his embrace. The sound of his heart was in your ear, it made your heart melt. His heartbeat was soothing to you, his arms holding you against him made you want to never stay away from them, from him. You fell asleep in his arms, being held by the man who changed your life. He kidnapped you, and now he was going to control you.

He was your biggest fear, and you were his biggest desire.

[abibliophobiaa]

Okay so I need you to write something Steve inspired by the song Ode to a Conversation Stuck in My Throat by Del Water Gap. Let me tell you that song is SO STEVECODED OH MY GOD. I’m beginning you.

just a little blurb, of steve Harrington x f!reader. first time ‘i love you.’ (1K words) — also, i didn’t go literal on the lyrics, but this song just gives me all the summery vibes. so i hope you don’t mind!

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The windows are down. Hot summer air curls in through the vents in the beemer. A hand grips your thigh, fingers through yours. Tiny threads sprawl between you, growing thicker every day. Weaving tighter.

His head turns your way. Hazel eyes behind a pair of sunglasses greet yours, his face leaning into your hand as you cup his cheek.

He taps out a beat unknown on the steering wheel, a Madonna song on your cassette tape blaring through the speakers. Your request, and his constant acquiescence to your suggestions. You're dizzy with affection for him.

An endless free fall with the boy you’re sure holds sunshine in his heart.

A few months. In reality it’s been a few months, and yet you’ve not felt this way in a long time. Quite frankly, and possibly, ever. Feelings growing deeper every day for the boy who had pulled over on the side of the road when he noticed your bike had a flat tire and offered you a ride home.

A boy you knew from high school, yet never really spoke to.

He’d always been unapproachable. Intimidating. A dark swirl of hair in the popular crowd.

And you?

You’d preferred the background, the comfort of your friends, the solace of your studies and books.

But it’s been years now, and long gone is ‘King Steve.’

Instead it’s syrupy sweetness. It’s honey kisses after a long shift working your job at the local library. It’s shared popcorn at the movies, rollerblading in the new rink they opened in Hawkins, movie nights, game nights, pool parties and chlorine-smelling skin. It’s mornings spent tangled in bedsheets, his arm around your waist, lips at your shoulder, and his ‘good mornings’ in your ear.

You like him.

You might actually be in love with him.

A fact that becomes clearer every day. Like a painting. Tiny splashes of color on a canvas, dreamy creams, pinks, lavenders and sky blues. All coming together to make up the emotions bubbling in your heart, the lightness of your soul, the way he makes you feel.

The car crunches on gravel as it comes to a stop. The boy with joy in his heart and your heart in his hands rushes around the car to open the passenger side door. Tugs you close to his side to deposit a kiss against your forehead.

Sickeningly sweet, joined by a whisper of, “I missed you.”

To which you giggle gleefully, “You saw me yesterday.”

And yet you understand, even as you take his hand and he leads you in the direction of the fair. You’d spend every day with him if you could. Would devote hours of your time to learning the boy who so seamlessly weaved his way into your heart, and would still find new things to uncover. To discover. Like a stained glass window. Each piece is intricate and detailed. Each serving a purpose. Coming together to create something beautiful, infinite, special.

Bright neons flash in his eyes. Cast glowing shadows across his face. Illuminate the intrigue in his eyes as you clutch his palm in yours and drag him along behind you, your skirt billowing in the cool summer breeze that flutters on by.

He grins as you stop in front of the ring toss boasting an endless array of prizes along the wall.

“Think you got this one, honey?” he asks low in your ear, hands around your hips, chin on your shoulder as you throw your first ring and watch it clatter to the ground.

The bored attendant flips a page in their book, and you try again, when nimble fingers reach over and clasp your hand. Steady it in the air. A puff of breath caresses your ear, the lightest flick of his hand intertwined in yours helping to coax the ring over the lip of the bottle.

A flash of hazel. A broad grin. “You did it.”

“You did,” you say, settling in a pair of arms.

“All you,” he murmurs, nose brushing yours, just as the attendant asks which prize you want. “She’ll take the polar bear.”

“How’d you know?”

“I saw you eyeing it.”

He whisks you away to the bumper cars. Shows you how to perfect your swish on the basketball hoop toss. Holds onto your polar bear as you try your hand at dunking the worker at the dunk tank.

Later, he grips your palm in his as you both spin around the park in your chair swings, watching as the world grows smaller and smaller before your eyes.

Colors bleed together from the sheer speed, until all you can see is him.

You kiss him in the Photo Booth. His hands on your hips, holding you on his lap, skirt fabric bunching high around thighs.

A light flashes and you kiss.

Another and he cups your cheek.

Another and he’s breathing heavy against your bottom lip, his forehead against yours, telling you he loves you.

There’s a final flash as you whisper it back, and the annoyed knocks of a line of teenagers awaiting their own turn greet your ears.

The two of you slip out hand in hand, your scuffed shoes knocking against rocks and dirt, the polar bear still dangling in your hand, giggling as Steve rushes you both back to the car that he winds around a side street before tugging you into the back seat.

“I love you,” you sigh, a little dreamily and a lot in love, still coming down from the high of Steve making you fall apart on his tongue, breaking off into a shudder as he slides your panties to the side and pushes in.

“I love you,” he breathes as he rolls up into you, kisses plastered against your bare shoulder, hand splayed over your back to keep you close. And even closer still.

“I love you,” as you later crawl over his chest after he’s fallen asleep and shut the light.

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[yellow-berrys]

i love you | remus lupin x reader

summary: you say i love you first and remus wants to say it back, but has no idea how. 

warnings: insecurity, mentions of cuts, bruises, scars. 

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“i’ll love you today, tomorrow, and i must’ve loved you yesterday.”

remus creeps up on the door, beguiled as he hears your soothsayer voice. it’s been a hard full moon, the rest of the marauders have kept him scar-free, bar a few cuts and bruises, but he is tired nonetheless. he presses his ear up against the door to make sure none of the other ladies are awake. his shoulders slump as he hears giggles, and he turns to make his way back down the stairs. not tonight, he guesses. 

“oh! look at the time!” he hears your voice in time, “i need to go soon- rem’s studying in the library and i’m going to go bring him some food.”

remus grins, sloping and lovestruck. you lie easily and properly, not a crack in your story, but he can easily pick out your tone. it’s a little too smooth, a little too thought out. 

the girls laugh, “you adore him, don’t you?”

a silence. a hopeful one for remus, even though you’ve said “i love you” to him a million times. 

“girls girls girls, is that even a question? i’m smitten.”

remus feels himself stumble a little bit, cheeks flaming.

“has he said i love you back?” lily asks, curiosity fledging her voice. 

“not yet.”

and the bombshell is that remus, whilst glorious and ever witty, has never returned your expression of love. remus doesn’t know why- he’s loved you before you’ve loved him, and he still can’t grow the guts to tell you he loves you back. a little insecurity settles in his stomach. 

“do you mind?” 

do you? 

“well, i mind a little bit in that maybe he doesn’t feel that seriously for me, but otherwise if he doesn’t feel comfortable with saying it back, i don’t mind at all. he’s entitled to his opinions and thoughts, and not at all needs to love me back. jus’ don’t want it to be unrequited or unsolicited, which i probably should enquire him about.”

you are tart, a little bittersweet in your honey tone. earnest and warm. oh his sweet poor heart, it’s beating so fast. 

and somehow now he knows. he loves you, he loves you like you love him, he loves you when you’re happy and when you’re sad. he loves all of you, but he loves your heart especially.

he mutters a series of profanities under his breath. how is he ever going to tell this to you?

“is someone at the door?” lily asks. 

he can feel you smile, “i dunno, but that’s my calling. gotta go, lovelies!”

he scrambles down the stairs which he has dismantled the charm to, and into the prefect bathroom. you enter with the usual greeting from pomelo pomfrey, the prefect painting, and immediately head straight for where remus is lying, half-asleep. 

“rem!”

he opens his eyes keenly as you fuss over him, propping him up against something warm and soft. 

“did you injure yourself anywhere?” you ask gently, tilting his head up, concerned. 

he shakes his head, and a little dazed, droops his head onto your shoulder. you huff. 

“sweetheart, i’ve got to patch you up.”

“thank you, dove.”

you shift into his lap and begin dabbing at little cuts carefully, and he snoozes out at the light fleet of your fingers on his skin. soon, you’re done, and call over sirius, james and peter to get patched up too, (but mostly to haul the 6 foot something remus back into bed). 

— 

remus sleeps well, dreaming of you and your i love yous. when he wakes, all he wants is to see you, to kiss you, to tell you he loves you. but he forgets that it’s hard. 

he’s smitten as he sees you, grinning to yourself as james approaches lily and actually gets accepted. as if on cue, your eyes swivel to meet his. you smile at him. he nearly drops the book he’s holding and you giggle a little, beckoning him to the spot saved. 

“hey,” he says, a little dorky. his shyness returns to him.  

“morning sunshine! sit, c’mon!”

“oh okay.”

he’s still wracking his brains on how to tell you he loves you.

“are you alright?” you grin through your mouthful of toast. 

“i- i don’t know.”

you swallow, “what’s wrong?”

“no no, it’s nothing physical.”

“it would also be concerning if it was mental, love.”

“it’s okay, i’ll figure it out.”

"i’ll figure it out". not we'll, but i'll.

lack of pet names

it's clear that he needs alone time. so you quickly finish your breakfast and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, causing him to go bright red. 

“i’m off to charms. take all the time you need, okay?”

he nods. 

“i love you,” you stoop to whisper in his ear, and he stutters, “i-” before you are sprinting madly after lily. 

“evans, don’t you dare leave me alone!!!”

—-

remus is in his dorm after school, and he needs to get it off his chest. 

he hears footsteps. a soft three knocks, and you enter, showered, in a big sweater and pyjama pants. you sit very far away from remus. 

“you can come closer, sweetness,” he smiles. 

you deviate slowly, slowly, towards remus. 

“it’s okay, i’m fine now,” he says quietly, and you run into his outstretched arms. 

you lay your head against his chest. “so, you gonna tell me what happened or do i need to wheedle it out of you, rem?” 

remus wants to say; i love you. he wants to say he would like to spend the rest of forever with you. 

but he’s hitting himself as he says, “i can’t do this anymore.”

he hates the way your face drops. you struggle to get out of his lap but he pulls you closer.

“i didn’t mean that, love, please, don’t leave,” he hastens, “i mean, i’m done- with myself, myself, not you- i mean, i’m sorry- i’m so sorry-” he panics, breathing getting a little constricted. 

he’s cut off by you tapping his nose. 

“hey, hey, my sweet remus, it’s okay. what exactly has been bothering you?”

“i just- i’m just sorry i couldn’t say i love you back.”

you allow a little amused smile to escape you. “that’s what’s been bothering you?”

remus looks at you, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, “but i can say it now, pretty girl. i love you, i love you, i love you so much,” he begins, everything left unsaid through these few days pouring out, “i’ll love you today, tomorrow, and i must’ve loved you yesterday. i know it’s been hard for me to say, but i truly mean it. i love you.” 

he finds your eyes, and there is a pool of genuinity in his lovely brown irises. 

“lovely?” he tries to pry your face which is hiding in his chest away from it.   

it’s the reddest shade he’s ever seen on you and he smothers you with kisses all over your burning cheeks, overcome with pure adoration. 

each one is followed by an i love you and your giggles afterwards. 

[intheorangebedroom]

Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he? 

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version. 

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer. 

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck. 

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley. 

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride. 

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu– 

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place. 

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend. 

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked. 

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold. 

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry. 

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm. 

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead. 

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent. 

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up. 

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there. 

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch. 

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap. 

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take. 

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming. 

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts. 

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl. 

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out. 

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again. 

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

****

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

[bootyyysh4ker9000]

Careful. (rottmnt mikey x reader)

requested?-no

genre- semi- angst to fluff

CW/tws- mentions of blood, violence, slightly OOC Mikey

REQUESTS OPEN!!!! PLEASE REQUEST THINGS 🙏. O need more inspo please give me ideas

Mikey's been going on one too many solo missions lately.

every day he comes back home with a new bruise, or an extra colorful bandage on his arm. frankly, you were concerned. it had never been too bad, really, until one night when he came home with an especially bad injury

tap tap tap

the telltale sound of a familiar turtle at your window had you up on your feet before you could even register what you were doing

"oh! Mikey I was wondering where you- OH MY GOD"

there he was, blood on his hands and a massive cut across his side, and a chip on the edge of his shell. what the hell happened?

"..hey y/n"

"are you ok?? oh holy shit uh- sit on my bed I've got a first aid kit in my bathroom"

quickly leading him inside, you guided him to your bed and handing him a glass of water before frantically running to your bathroom. ok- what happened? what did he get into that ended this badly? do his brothers know? maybe you should call them..

"hey y/n..?" mikey called out softly

“Yeah hun?”

"do you have a towel..? i don't wanna ruin your bedsheets.." you grabbed the first aid kit and anything else that could help him before running back into your room

'even in times like this he's so sweet..'

"don't worry about it mikey, I just wanna help you right now" you glanced down at him and gave him a small peck on the forehead while setting the first aid kit on the ground in front of the bed. kneeling down, you grabbed a damp, warm, towel from the bowl you had brought out. After wringing it out, you glanced up at your loving boyfriend and studied the stars in his eyes- a lovestruck smile on his and your features

he gazed down at you with a small smile before wincing and reminding you of the issue at hand

"Sorry Mikey.. this might hurt." you gave him an apologetic look before putting the towel directly on the cut, and putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

"oh f-" He whimpered out- biting on his finger to stop from making too much noise (also because he didn't want to swear in front of his girlfriend) Mikey stared down at you, tears in his eyes and a look of worry plastered on his face

"Gosh, mikey- I'm sorry, I have to stop the bleeding-" you felt so bad. you know he doesn't have the greatest pain tolerance, this must be hell. "I'm almost done with this part just hold on honey" you looked away from his face to the cut on his side, seeing that it's slowly starting to stop bleeding.

taking the towel from his side, Mikey let out a breath of relief, and grabbed your free hand

"y'know, y/n you... you don't have to do this- I can just call donnie and he can help me out-"

"no." you cut him off "I'm not letting my boyfriend just show up at my door- uh- window all bloody and bruised and not do anything about it. what kind of partner would I be?" you gently grabbed his cheek, rubbing the skin under his mask. "besides, I can't handle seeing you hurt.. I wanna be able to help you. what if- what if one day I'm not able to fix you up? I know donnie could help- it's just that sometimes I like being able to help my beautiful boyfriend" you gazed into his eyes, as he explored the depths of color in your own.

"you think I'm beautiful?" He smiled, grabbing the hand that was holding his face and giving it a kiss before looking back at you.

"THAT was what you took from my whole speech?" he smirked and gave you a peck on the nose, inches from your face as you started wrapping bandages around his waist, awkwardly leaning over him to get around his shell.

"maybe so sunshine, but I love getting pampered by a pretty girl like you." Mikey let go of your hand and did a fake hair flip, watching as you tied the bandage in disbelief.

"y'know what? I think I will call donnie. let's see what he has to say about you SNEAKING OUT again."

"WAIT Y/N PLEASE-"

[rat-typewriter]

Yay!!! Someone's writing for Arven!!! Could you please write something, either Headcanons or a fanfic your choice, about Arven with a librarian s/o who helps him find information on Herba Mystica and the titan pokemon. So lots of study dates in the school library where she works that slowly turn into actual dates 👀

As someone working at a library rn, this one is pretty self indulgent lol but I hope you don't mind! Thanks so much, I hope you have a great day!! (I also lowkey wonder if you remember me since I've left asks here before...)

Omg omg hello fellow librarian!! I used to work in a library! Tysm for your request sunshine, and i hope you enjoy!! This is a little rushed so im sorry about that :,,)

Perfect to me - Arven x Student Librarian!Reader

Warnings: None

Proofread: like,,,, some of it is

Summary: Mabosstiff is doing a lot better - you're the first person Arven wants to tell

You tried to turn up your music for the seventh time - forgetting it was already at full volume. Your phone buzzed angrily, a notification popping up - trying to warn you of the damage you were doing to your ears. 

You were more-or-less all alone in the library; anyone who had come in this late was frantically studying at the desks, so you were free to shelve books and dance awkwardly. 

You skimmed the spines of the books and hummed quietly to yourself. The song reminded you of Arven - it felt like sunshine and long, green grasses with a warm breeze. You smiled at the thought of him; even his name gave you butterflies - you couldn’t quite believe you'd been dating three months. 

You first met when he was always asking for obscure books and journal articles - and without having to do too much detective-work you figured out that he was searching for the titan's herbs. You mentioned it one night - after a few weeks of him coming in almost every day - and he let you meet Mabostiff. You'd never seen such a sick Pokémon, but you found yourself with a certain respect for the somewhat-harsh boy who sat in front of you, stroking its nose gently. After then, you always stayed past the end of your shifts - scouring the shelves for any clues to help Arven and Mabostiff.

You found the section you were looking for and slid a book from your trolley onto the shelf. Straightening up, you were about to reach for the next book - but, through the shelf, you came face-to-face with Arven.

You leapt out of your skin, ripping your headphones out in the process.

Arven grinned and laughed; wide-eyed you scolded him.

"Oh my god, Arven." You said, as you rounded the shelf - moving to face him. "How long have you been there?"

"Not too long." He smiled - his smile was so contagious you found yourself struggling to maintain your annoyed expression.

"Well, don't scare me like that!" You replied, trying to suppress your giggle. Being around Arven made you go stupid (in the best way possible, of course). It was addictive - hell, he was addictive - you never failed to have fun, even when poring over fifty year-old books and digging through the dusty archives.

"Okay, okay - I'm sorry." He replied - not looking even the least bit sorry. 

"You should be." You said, folding your arms with mock disappointment. "Libraries are no places for fun."

"Of course, it won't happen again Miss L/N." He said - his tone's solemness matching your own.

For a moment you stared at each other seriously - before you both erupted into giggles. 

Yeah, you thought to yourself, I really like him.

Before you'd even caught your breath again, he grabbed your hand and tugged it.

"C'mon, there's something you gotta see." 

Had Arven been any other boy - you probably would have assumed that they were about to take you down some dark corridor and axe-murder you. But when you looked at him and he softly smiled back at you - you trusted him completely.

He led you out of the library and down the stairs - to one of the fire exit doors in a back corridor.

He held it open for you and you stepped outside into the dark car park. The cold March air ruffled your hair and you shivered; you heard Arven close the door and then stand beside you. In the dim light of the flickery fire-exit sign you could only just make out his features. He stood close to you - his arm brushing your own - but he didn’t seem to mind; neither did you. 

He grinned and pulled a Poké ball out of his pocket.

He didn’t mean?

“Arven?” you said, excitement rising in your voice. “He’s better?”

He grabbed your hand and nodded frantically, somehow smiling even wider than before. He tossed the ball, freeing Mabosstiff - who, for the first time whilst you’d known him, stood in front of you. Arven, who was still smiling wildly (and seemed unable to speak) looked between the two of you, his eyes suddenly full of tears

 You laughed, dropping to your knees and putting your hand out for the Pokémon to sniff. Mabostiff nosed your fingers and let out a low ruff.

"Hey, buddy." You said, quietly - finding yourself fighting back tears as well. "Good to see you up and about,"

Mabostiff nuzzled against your leg and you giggled - wiping your eyes. Arven, who was looking just as teary-eyed as you, crouched down, levelling with you and Mabosstiff.

"I can't believe you did it," You whispered, stroking the Pokémon's ears.

"Me neither." Arven said. The closeness of his voice surprised you a little. You turned to face him, finding that his face was only a few centimetres from your own. Fireworks were going off inside your brain as you stared at his dark eyes. 

He's gorgeous, you thought. I've never noticed how pretty he is. 

Your words caught in your throat and you found yourself unable to form a sensible reply. He held your gaze; his mouth slightly agape.

"Hey," You whispered, giggling slightly.

"Hi," He laughed back.

His smile was radiant, even in the darkness. You were so close you could practically feel the heat from his body. He glanced at your lips, so quickly you were almost convinced it didn't happen - but it was there.

He spoke slowly. "Can I, uh, ask you something?" 

You glanced at his lips.

"Sure,"

"Would you mind if - uh - could I-" He stammered, his growing more red by the second.

You laughed quietly and he did too - easing your nerves a bit. 

You met his big, dark eyes and knew you were too far gone. So, with only a moment's hesitation, you leant in.

Your heart felt as though it was going to rattle out of your chest, but the feeling of his lips against your own left you floating. His hand moved to your face and you steadied yourself against his knee.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god-

After a moment, you pulled apart - bumping noses as both laughed breathily. 

"Wow," You whispered.

"Yeah." He laughed.

You leant back, moving from your crouched position to sit on the concrete instead - your head slightly spinning. Mabosstiff looked between you, letting out a low ruff. Arven grinned, ruffling the fur on its head.

"Were you watching us?" He said, narrowing his eyes at the Pokémon. "Cheeky." 

You laughed and Arven turned to look at you. Your heart skipped a beat and your mind was empty.

He likes me. 

"So," You turned away, looking out into the darkness. "You like me?"

"Well, yeah." 

You turned back to face him, his expression barely visible in the dim light, but you could still see the redness that suddenly appeared.

"Well, uh - I mean, why wouldn't I like you?"

You snorted. "I could name a few reasons."

For a moment he was quiet, staring at you - clearly thinking hard.

"Nope." He said.

"What?"

"I can't name any."

You laughed and he nudged your shoulder.

"You're perfect to me."

You could feel the blood rushing into your face as you leaned into his side - tucking your head beneath his chin. You both sat quietly until Mabosstiff flopped down across both of your laps - Arven letting out an oof as it did so.

"You're heavy, buddy." He said to the dog. "Not a puppy anymore, eh?"

"They grow up so fast." You said, wiping a fake tear.

Arven mock-sniffled. "My baby is all grown up!" 

Suddenly, you blurted out his name. "Arven?"

He turned to you. "Yeah?"

"You're perfect to me too."

[greetingfromthedead]

C8: Odd Job

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You head back to the inn and slip back unnoticed. Before returning to your room, you give him back his red coat that he had refused to take earlier. You didn't speak much while you walked back, and Vash is still worried he might have pushed too hard. Saying goodnight to you once more at the door, he is happy to see your face this time, and he gives your shoulder a light touch before going to his room.

You had decided to sleep—not that you need to do so, but more so to pass the time, and maybe then the noises in your head won't bother you.Before that, you go to the dirty and broken mirror over the washbasin in the corner of the room. You look at your tired eyes and the trails your tears have made onto your face, where the dust clings. You touch your cheeks, your skin is smooth and flawless. Has it always been like that? You think back on the faces of the people you've seen; time has left its mark on them, be it wrinkles or scars.

You take off the black long-sleeved shirt, and you are greeted by the dark stain over your heart, still visible on the wrappings around your chest. Your fingers brush against the hole in the bindings where the knife pierced through. You unwind the cloth and look at yourself—not a single scar or mark, nothing to suggest you have spent 150 years on this planet, that you have had people throw rocks at you, that you have been slashed and shot at. Just flawless skin.

After stripping yourself naked, you make use of the basin and large jug of water to wash yourself. To get off the grime time had left on you. Untangling your hair took longer than expected, but in the end, you felt clean, almost like you had washed some of your sins away too. Giving your underwear, or what was left of them, a quick wash, you ring them out and leave them to dry before getting into bed and pulling the sheets over yourself. The fabric is rough, but it is comforting in a strange way. You turn to have your back against the wall, unaware that just on the other side sleeps Vash, his back against yours.

You open your eyes at high noon. The sunshine pours into your room, and you are surprised at how this happened. You feel calm and rested; there is no sign of the troubles you had fought with last night. You turn to be on your back and stretch from your fingertips to your toes. Has your body ever felt this good? That's a dumb thought; of course it has, but now it's something more. The way Vash had admired your strength and speed last night had given you a different kind of confidence; it was his acceptance of you that made you feel this way.

A small knock on your door is what finally gets you out of bed. You haphazardly drape the linens around yourself, holding them up on your chest when you shuffle to the door and open it. You aren't surprised to see the blond man standing there, practically towering over you.

"Good afternoon! I'm glad you're still here! Your room sounded so quiet, I was afraid you had left me all alone." His voice sounds genuinely cheerful and happy to see you. "I brought you something. I hope they fit; if not, you can exchange them! I tried my best!"

He takes out a pair of boots from behind him and presents them to you. Only then does he notice your bare shoulders and the bed sheets hanging down from where your hands held them over your chest, the skin over your ribs visible. The realization that you stand in front of him naked with just a sheet covering you makes him immediately shoot his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The words tumble out of his mouth. You see redness climbing up from underneath his turtleneck, over his upturned chin, and painting his cheeks and ears pink. His free hand covers his eyes, which were still directed to the ceiling.

"I... I just wanted to make sure you hadn't run away, and I got you these boots so you don't have to walk around barefoot! I didn't mean to disturb you or anything! I mean, you did choose to open the door like that while you could have just told me to wait or come back later or something, so it is kind of your fault..."

You reach out one hand and gently stroke over his hand before taking the boots from it. Once free, that hand also moves up to cover more of his face.

"You could just come in, you know, instead of lurking behind my door. Don't you want to see me try on the boots? I might just skip all other articles of clothing." You say it with the most devious voice you can muster. Teasing him really gives you a kick, and it is just too easy.

"Oh boy. Really?" You see his chin move down, an eye peeking out from between his fingers as it looks at you, but all he sees is you closing the door on him. "Ahhh, that's not nice of you!"

You look at the boots; they seem to be new and simple, yet they will make walking a bit easier, and you would probably invite attention when walking around barefoot. You put on your other clothes first, smacking most of the dust and sand out of the shirt and pants. Finally, you sit on the edge of the bed and start putting on the shoes. You are happy to find a pair of socks in them. They fit you well; there is no need to exchange them for something different. You wonder how he nailed the size so well.

A quick glance in the mirror, some fixes to your hair, and out you go. You don't feel like hiding in your room; if anything, you feel like giving the world another chance. Things surely have changed in the past century, and after all, you met Vash, and he doesn't shun you; he celebrates you. To your surprise, the man who had just crossed your mind was waiting in the hallway, right across your door.

He looks you up and down, seemingly thinking for a moment.

"You look good. A lot less tired... and sad. How are the boots?"

"Perfect. Thank you so much."

"Glad to hear; they suit you well." He smiles. "I heard that there's an old widow with a toma ranch right outside of town who has fallen a bit ill and could use some help. I was thinking of offering my services there. What do you think? Wanna come with me?"

"Yeah, I have to earn my keep somehow."

"Oh, don't start with this," he scolds you, but his tone is still light. "You want to have some breakfast or more like lunch first?"

"No, but you should."

"Not to worry, I am prepared!" He tries to sound serious with his voice lowered as he pulls out a nutrition bar from his pocket.

Moving through the inn and town makes you uncomfortable, and some people occasionally look at you. Keeping off the larger streets and mostly hiding behind Vash, you make it to the edge of town. It's not difficult to find the ranch; a large pen has the blue birds running around; some of them seem to be playing. As soon as the two of you approach, the curious creatures come towards you to have a look. You stroke the heads of a few who reach out, and so does Vash.

At the farmhouse's door, an elderly woman greets the two of you and is more than happy to have the two of you help her out. She has sweet eyes, with wrinkles radiating from the corners of them as she smiles. She uses a cane to get around, her hands shaking on both the handle of the walking stick and the other clutching a blanket around her shoulders. As she talks, she seems very worried for the well-being of the birds, as she hasn't been able to clean the pens well and has been too weak to get enough food and water from town for them. From her words, you can assume it also goes for her. The house seems in disarray as she invites you in; she needs to sit down, too tired from standing at the door. She explains where things are and what needs to be done. She keeps apologizing and thanking you with every breath. Letting Vash do all the talking, you sit silently and look around, taking in the conversation.

After everything has been made clear, you follow Vash outside, and you realize there's another pen further back with five little blue chicks chasing each other around. When the two of you get to work, you get the task of cleaning the food and water troughs. Once you have rolled up your sleeves, you get to scrubbing. The little chicks flock around you while Vash shovels out all the other waste and mess. You carry the water and feed buckets with ease from the little warehouse behind the house. Every free moment is spent petting the little birds, and they make happy little chirping sounds at you. Soon you move on to the bigger pen, repeating the same process.

"I'll go back into town to get some more feed and water. I'll saddle up one of the tomas to make it quick. I understand if you don't want to come with me. How about you stay here? Maybe there's something else that needs to be done. Or you can stay with the birds if you prefer; you've already done so much after saying you wouldn't," he laughs, thinking back. "Either way, if you get scared or want to run away, go to the rock formation over there," he tells you, pointing to a landmark a bit away from the ranch. "Wait for me there; I'll come and find you. Promise."

"I'll try to be brave," you say with a fake and teasing resolution.

"Don't push yourself. And I mean it, I'll come and find you." He nods at you to drive home his point.

It doesn't take long for him to be on his way with the tomas, and you return to the house. The old lady is overjoyed as you awkwardly give her an update. She doesn't scare you; her eyes remind you a bit of Vash's. She hands you a small stack of doubledollar bills.

"It's not much, but I hope it covers your work. I give the young man's share into your hands too. Such kind children, the world really needs more people like you." She lightly cups your cheek, and you are dumbstruck. She doesn't know you, yet she acts so trusting and kind. "Now, how about we have some tea till the gentleman gets back?"

You offer to help her put some water to boil—the last of what was left of the water in the house at least. You help her clean up a bit while she talks about her late husband and their son, who moved away to May City a long time ago. While the tea is left to infuse, you go to get some more water from the warehouse. You fill the reservoir of the house halfway with two buckets, and as you head back to fetch more, you hear gunfire and shouting from the town. The immediate reaction is for your legs to freeze, the empty buckets clattering to the ground. And when the fear takes over, you run. You run as fast as your legs can carry you.

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