#there’s more but I’ll only show these cause I get embarrassed by the amount of art I have just here

[sqwdkllr]

I am supposed to be doing quizzes rn,,, but qsmp art calls to me

[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. Part 1- just an introduction to the OC and situation, please excuse my inaccuracies about the 2013 GP and design engineering im not a pro and was like 11 back then 😭😭 here’s the LINK to part 2.

Australia, March 2013…

“And here… right through here is… our youngest, and my personal favourite design engineer. This is where all the magic happens.” The sound of Sebastian’s German accent caused my lips to lift as I took my head set off, spinning around in my chair. Sebastian was walking alongside a camera man, touring around the garages. It was pre practice day, only two more days and the 2013 GP would begin. Although I’d been hired for Red Bull back in October of last year, it had taken 5 months to get to this point of merciless training and shadowing to ensure I was good at what I was doing. The Red Bull driver made his way over, resting on the back of my large chair with an amused smile. “Hi.” I nervously giggled, pushing my hair behind my ear as my headset fell around my neck. “This is Jennifer, do you want to tell them what you’re doing today, Jennifer?” The use of my full, formal name was sending me slightly giggly as I gazed up to the blonde man. Maybe it was just him making me feel that way…

“Um… so, to put it in simple terms so it’s not so boring, we’re just checking all the components of the RB9’s- what Sebastian and Mark will be driving- to make sure we don’t need to make any last minute changes.” “And what’s your name again?” The camera man asked. “Jen, I never go by Jennifer.” I laughed, glancing back up to Sebastian again. Whenever our eyes met I found myself struggling to keep composure on camera. “Tell then a bit about yourself.” He then nudged me on, grinning down. He could tell I was getting flustered, but continued purposefully. “Nobody wants to know about me!” I laughed, attempting to spin my chair back around in embarrassment. Hiding behind my computer for the first two weeks was my safe haven, that’s what I’d reverted back to. “They do!! Tell us, how did you get into your position?!” Seb spun the chair back, sliding a hand down onto my very ticklish shoulder, squeezing as both my shoulders jumped up with a giggle.

“Sorry.” Seb breathlessly laughed. “Um- well I started here in October, I just finished my masters last year at Manchester in Motorsport Engineering- um… Im 22- I don’t really have anything else very interesting to say! Uh- I suppose I had- just had experience from working part time with my brother who’s an engineer when I was like… 15.” I explained.

“Clever girl.” Seb responded as I automatically gulped in response, looking up to him and awkwardly glimpsing back to the camera. I didn’t know how to act with that in my face. “And what’s this?” The camera zoomed closer in on my second screen, it was just information about F1’s plan to go electric next year and use Hybrid engines, but it contained private information. My hand flew up blocking the screen dramatically, “oh! Sorry, that’s a secret!” Seb burst out laughing. “Oh no!” I laughed, “don’t worry I’ll cut that.” Luckily the camera man turned away as I sunk back into my chair. I really hoped I didn’t leak some super, confidential information about Red Bull or I’d be facing the sack a mere half year into employment.

Sebastian flashed me another smile and squeeze on the shoulder before following the camera man and showing him around some more. When they left I let out an internal sigh. I’d known Seb for the same amount as everybody else here, but I just felt this immediate warmth to him. Once the intimidation had worn off (even now I still felt it) I could tell there was an instant attraction. At points it felt mutual, Seb would openly flirt with me, tease me, I know he was a charmer, but I couldn’t tell if I was being delusional or not. He was cuddly, funny, he always looked so deeply into my eyes whenever I explained something to him. I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with the feelings that would keep me on edge for a full season. The worst thing about it??? I had a boyfriend.

[saratinz]

Erase Him From Your Brain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, pure filth, spanking, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, pet names (good girl, slut)

synopsis ➩ sequel to 'Fuck Away the Pain'

word count ➩ 1.4k

a/n ➩ to celebrate reaching 69 followers, I give you part 2. comment to be added to taglist.

Your date with bucky is tonight, and you could not be more nervous. It’s weird, the fact that you’re about to have a romantic evening with the guy who you only had hatred towards two weeks ago. There’s a thin line between love and hate, and you two had crossed it. You have no idea what’s going to happen at this dinner. He picked a fancy restaurant, but no amount of money spent can make up for a lack of connection. And that’s your worst fear, realizing that even though your sexual chemistry is off the charts, your ideas of romance might clash. 

You went through hundreds of different outcomes in your head, but never did you expect this one to even be possible. “Ma’am, if he’s not gonna show up, I need you to give up the table.”

“Thank you for being so patient, he’s not coming. Here, let me give you, $20, for your time.”

“I’m so sorry about your boyfriend.”

“Appreciate it. Have a good evening.”

When you get back to the compound, you can’t stop the tears that flood your eyes. How could he do this to you? How could you fall for it, fall for him? Whatever shred of respect you had for him a month ago is gone. James Barnes is a no-good, very bad, wretched man, and no amount of charm will ever get him out of this hole he dug. You are done. Done with lies, done with assholes, and done with love. What even is love anyway? Seems like all it does is cause pain. Your thoughts race as you lie in your bed, wondering what the fuck you did wrong. You’ve felt this pain before, you know you can beat it, but everything feels so awful. You want this hurt to be gone. Why won’t it just go away? Why won’t he just go away? That’s your last thought before you drift off into a not-so-peaceful slumber.

You wake up to violent knocking, with your eyes puffy and pillow stained with makeup. “Y/n, it’s Bucky.” Fuck this, you roll over, figuring he’ll eventually go away. “I know you’re in there, F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed for me.

“Fuck off James.”

“C’mon baby, just let me apologize.”

“Get away or I swear to god, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Just, I rescheduled our dinner for tonight, if you don’t come, I understand, but I’m giving you the option.”

“Hope you’re more embarrassed than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“I love you. ”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay, I’m leaving.” You scream into your pillow. The thought of going to dinner with Bucky makes you sick. It still crosses your mind though. No, you refuse to think about what could happen. Like how he could apologize, could be easy to talk to, could be your soulmate. Shut up brain. You do not want the guy who betrayed you, the guy who teased you to no end. You hope he’s in pain, and maybe that’s wrong, but it’s simply how you feel. 

You’re not usually a day-drinker, but this situation calls for it. You cradle your favorite drink, sipping it way faster than you should. You see a familiar face passing. “Hey Sam.”

“Hey Y/n. I need to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Bucky.”

“God, please don’t tell me he put you up to this.”

“He’s so sorry. He had a few drinks before dinner, he was so nervous, he wanted things to be perfect. He passed out from not sleeping or eating.”

“Here’s the thing, I don’t care what happened. I was scared too, but I showed up anyway.”

“He wanted me to give you this.” 

“Take it back to him, I don’t want it.”

“He said even if you didn’t open it, I have to force you to take the box.”

“Sam you’re really getting on my nerves.”

“Y/n, you want my honest opinion?”

“Go ahead.”

“He’s an asshole, you deserve better.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because even though he sucks sometimes, he’s never cared about anyone half as much as he cares about you. He’s always had your back.”

“That’s what you do when your an Avenger.”

“No, I mean he literally begs people to check up on you, to look after you, hell, he convinced Steve to give you a chance.”

“I didn’t ask for him to do any of those things, and look how well my thing with Steve ended.”

“He cares more about you than he does his best friend, that’s what came between them. You’re special, he didn’t intentionally fuck this up, that’s just what you get when you fall in love with him. So please, for the love of god, take him back, so that I never have to do this again. I will pay you to go on this date. Name your price.”

“One million.”

“I was thinking more like $50.”

“I’m not going to dinner.”

“Just, don’t drink too much, okay?”

“I know. Goodbye Sam.”

“Bye.” Once he leaves, you get right back to self-medicating. The drinks start to taste less and less like alcohol. You know your limits, and you use that knowledge to drink as much as you can without blacking out. When you finally cut yourself off, you realize it’s time for dinner. But there’s no way you’re going. Even drunk you knows that’s a bad idea. 

Bucky clouds your mind, like the virus he is. How do you even explain your feelings toward him? He’s just, he won’t get out of your head. You kinda wanna go to dinner. Wait, what? No you don’t, let him be so embarrassed like you were. But he’s so hot, and good at sex. No, shut up brain. And you love him. Well, that you can’t deny. No matter what you tell yourself, that will always be true. Fuck it, fuck reasoning, you are going to stop him from going. You don’t want him in pain like you are. 

You practically sprint to his room, trying to catch him before he leaves. You run into him in the hallway with his room. “James, don’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s humiliating.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. I still love you, I don’t want you to go through with this.”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” 

“Not even if I let you fuck me?” You put on your best pouty face.

“What?”

“Not even if I suck your dick?”

“Y/n, stop it.”

“Not even if I call you daddy?”

“How, how did you know I like that?”

“I didn’t, but I do now.”

“Shut up.”

“Guess you’re just gonna have to punish me, daddy.” All of a sudden, you’re pushed against the wall, caged in, and getting really turned on.

“You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

“Do your worst.” His lips are on yours in an instant, and it’s a filthy kiss, just tongue and teeth. You yelp as Bucky pulls away and throws you over his shoulder. Once you get inside his room, he walks to the bed and tosses you onto it. 

“Take your clothes off, underwear too.” You do as he said, feeling self-conscience under his dark gaze. “Good girl, now I’m gonna sit down, and you’re gonna lay across my legs.” Crawling onto his lap, you cry out as he smacks his hand across your ass. 

“What the fuck?” Another hit.

“You begged me to do this with your bad behavior. I can’t just let you get away with whatever. I’m gonna make you my obedient little slut, it’s time you learn a lesson or two. But if you feel uncomfortable, just say the word ‘red’ and I will stop.” Once again, you’re struck. “After every spank, I’m gonna need you to say ‘thank you, daddy’. You got that?”

“James, that’s humiliating.” He puts all of his strength into the next blow.

“That’s not my name princess, now what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You reluctantly mumble.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You scream.

“Good fucking girl. Now we’re gonna do that 20 more times.” 

When your punishment is finally over, your eyes are puffy and your face is soaked. “It’s over honey, you did so good.” He helps you straddle him, kissing your tears away. You lay your head on his shoulder, wishing this feeling will last forever. He lies down, maneuvering your limp body so that you can use his still clothed chest as a pillow. You’re super drowsy, from the alcohol and spanking, and before long, you fall into a deep slumber.

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[shubblelive]

— CUT THAT

summary : being an editor for the sorry boys means you witness a lot of embarrassing moments. but there’s no one tommy would trust more with them.

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!wilbur soot, cc!sorry boys (mentioned)

request : @gaytoadwithapopsicle can you do being a feminine reader (they/them or she/they) in sorry boys! and it’s tommy x reader (romantic)

word count : 966

note : i made reader an editor cause i had this cute little idea and it’s not really something you see in fics a whole lot

it was late. everyone else had gone home, it was just you, tommy and wilbur. you and wilbur in your separate booths editing videos, tommy sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. wilbur was working on the first video and you were doing the colouring for the second, and the three of you had lapsed into a comfortable silence in the few hours you’d been there.

but of course tommy’s calm state had an expiration date that allowed approximately three hours of quiet, and now he was getting bored.

“can we go home?” he huffed. “i didn’t even get a chair. i don’t want to be a floor boy anymore,”

without even looking away from his monitor wilbur pointed at the couch behind him. you glanced at your boyfriend, giving a sympathetic smile. “i’ll be another hour or so, and then i still need to wait ‘till i get a reply. sorry, tom. you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

tommy sighed dramatically. “i offered you a lift home, i’d be a bit of a shit boyfriend if i left you here alone with him.”

“i’ll split an uber with you?” wilbur offered, spinning slightly in his chair. “make sure you get dropped of first.”

“oi,” tommy said from his position on the floor, pointing threateningly at wilbur. “back off,”

you rolled your eyes affectionately. “sorry, the lighting in this prison was absolutely abysmal. there’s a lot to fix.”

tommy finally pushed himself off the floor and almost tripped walking towards you, looking at your screen. the part you were currently colour-correcting was focused on charlie and wilbur, and tommy nodded resolutely. “yes, there is a lot to fix there. i don’t know how you stomach it,” you laughed quietly with wilbur rolling his eyes, but tommy wasn’t done. “like, look at his fucking hair. it’s too long, i hate it. i know something else that is too long.” 

this time it was tommy sniggering at his own joke, but instead you looked up at him from your chair and said “how long we’ve been together.”

at that, wilbur burst into laughter, with tommy trying his best to hold back his own. he was spluttering while attempting to reply, and in the meantime, you decided to go back to your work. “anyway tommy. the amount of shit jokes of yours i have to cut out because they’re just not funny is so incredibly high, if anything it’s your fault we’re still here.”

“fuck you my jokes are funny.” tommy pouted. “at least my face doesn’t look like that.” he pointed to where you had paused on an unfortunate face charlie was making, and you scoffed.

“i have an entire folder of dumb faces you’ve made in videos that i’ve cut out,” you replied. “i just choose not to share them with you because i love you.”

“so you’ve been removing tommy’s face from the entire prison video, then?” wilbur asked.

you nodded. “the second you’re done with the courtroom cut i’ll go back and fix that one too.”

tommy was growing increasingly offended, hiding the fond smile he was directing at you. you’d been hired as an editor for the new group channel because of him, and while he’d known his friends would love you he had been a little worried. the two of you had only been going out for four months before you took the job, and at the time you’d only met wilbur. 

but when you first showed up at the office on the day of the first full production meeting, he’d been relieved that everyone loved you. seeing you get along so well with wilbur filled him with comfort, and he resisted the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead, knowing it would break up the banter you were sharing.

“you can talk, wilbur.” he spoke up. “your face is dumb and if i were you i’d keep growing my hair out so no one has to see it.”

“says the kid who got the same haircut as me.” wilbur fired back.

“alright, you two,” you stopped them. “tom, give me half an hour and i’ll be done? then i am all yours for the rest of the night.”

tommy reluctantly nodded, and went to go sit back on the floor. but before he could, wilbur spoke up again. “nah, you guys are alright. you should go home, i’ll finish the rest of it.”

you shook your head, pointedly ignoring the way tommy’s face lit up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you after a very long day. “no, will. it’s too much for one person. it’s my job, i’ll do it. it’s fine, really.”

“whatever i don’t finish tonight, we can do tomorrow,” wilbur encouraged gently. “we’re way ahead of schedule thanks to you. take tonight off, go do what the youths do.”

“yeah, listen to him,” tommy nodded eagerly. “he’s old and wise like a president,”

you looked uncertain, but the fond smile wilbur was giving you both was enough to make you cave. “five minutes to finish up? then we can go home?” tommy nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. that night, when you got back to your flat, tommy immediately pressed his face into the top of your head, holding you close to him. 

“i missed you,” he mumbled. “i’m really glad you took the job. i love working with you.” his voice was low, and you knew he was being uncharacteristically earnest, but you couldn’t resist.

“i think i’m getting sick of you,” you tried, bringing a hand up to scratch his scalp gently. 

“no you’re not,” he corrected, closing his eyes against your touch. he wasn’t wrong. 

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LIP GLOSS!

beach date headcanons

gender neutral reader

ARYU JYUBEI!

checking out all of the stylish beach glam!

The beach holds a lot of risks for someone who wants to look in tiptop shape, but that isn’t deterring Aryu from a beautiful day out with you. He picks his outfits in advance, setting out patterned tropical shirts and matching pants, and he even puts his hair up and decorates it with shiny floral accessories. He’ll try to match with you and offer to help you dress yourself up, making sure you look just as glam as he does. Once at the beach, he’s eager to tan in the sun for a bit to show off his equally pretty swimsuit, and if time allows, he’ll even try to buy some souvenir clothes at the gift shop. You might be able to convince him to buy one of those obnoxious cringey tourist-bait t-shirts, but only if you promise to get one yourself to match with him and parade around the beach together like the keenly dressed couple you are!

“What do you think about this one?” You proudly hold up a big white t-shirt that has the phrase ‘SUNS OUT, GUNS OUT’ printed onto it in huge black letters. It’s garish and decorated with the most ugly emoji pictures known to man, which is why it caught your attention and precisely why you picked it out for Aryu to judge.

Your boyfriend swallows back a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples as if staring at your picks any longer would cause his brain to melt out of his ears. You had dragged him around the gift shops picking out the ugliest shirts you could find, each one growing worse than the last. Aryu shot down your offer to buy matching t-shirts with cartoon abs plastered onto the torso, so you thought you were toning things down.

“Are you really set on buying the most tacky thing you can get your hands on?” He asks, as if questioning you will change your determined will to wrestle your boyfriend into an embarrassing shirt. You nod eagerly, turning your attention back to the rack of horrible apparel next to you. Abandoning the white shirt you were just holding, you start rifling through it again.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Think about how jealous all of your friends will be! Even if it’s an awful souvenir, it’s not like they have a significant other that they can match with.” You grin at him with what Aryu can only describe as devilish intent as you bring out your next contender for him to judge. This time, it’s an all black t-shirt with the phrase ‘I GET BEACHES’ on it in bright yellow cartoonish print.

Aryu sighs again defeatedly. “...I suppose love and glam can go hand-in-hand. Very well. Pick whichever one you like. We can wear the shirts together, and perhaps everyone will see our natural stylishness shine even more from our affection for one another.”

Your grin widens even further, stretching quite literally from ear-to-ear. “Say less! I’ll pick out the best shirt you’ve ever seen!”

NANASE NIJIRO!

teaching him how to swim!

Nanase’s sunny attitude and courage often leads to him sticking himself headfirst into places he’s less-than-equipped for. You should have expected this: your endearing boyfriend making a beeline for the waves the moment you arrived at the beach, only to realize in horror that the boy has no clue how to swim and is being swept away as he flails his arms uselessly. After fishing him out and failing to get properly mad at him once you see his bright smile, you have no choice but to resort to teaching him the basics. Buying him a few floaties and kickboard ought to do the trick, and Nanase will entertain himself for hours bobbing around in the sea, looking more like a toddler in all of his swim gear than he does a soon-to-be professional soccer player. But, hey, at least he still looks adorable!

You tighten the floating around Nanase’s bicep, making sure the velcro strap is fastened on securely enough that no amount of waving, flailing, or splashing will cause it to come loose. Nanase waits patiently, and he stares up at you with his big eyes as drops of salty water drip from strands of his midnight black hair. 

You pat his arm when you’re satisfied with your work. “Okay, that should be good! Jesus, you scared me really badly there… Why’d you go rushing into the water if you don’t know how to swim?”

“It looked fun! Everyone else was already in the water, and I was in there before I knew it! I couldn’t help it… Isn’t the whole point of going to a beach to have fun in the water?” Nanase asks innocently, and a hint of a boyish smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Even when he’s being scolded, he looks so pleased with himself that you have no choice but to forgive him almost automatically. 

“Well… Yeah, but still…,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Just take it easy, and don’t go places where you can’t get yourself out of. These floaties should keep you from going under at least. Don’t go too far away, and stay close to me, okay? I’ll go in with you.”

His eyes light up, twinkling like stars when you mention that you’ll be accompanying him. “You’re going to come with….? Oh! Are you going to save me again if something bad happens?”

This boy…! You can’t tell if he actually has a brain in that head of his. What are you ever going to do with someone as airheaded as him? It’s like he lives and breathes just for your attention, and as much as you love him, it makes you wary of everything he does. 

You reach over, and you grab his cheeks, pinching the soft flesh and stretching his face out as if it were made out of playdough. “Don’t go and get any stupid ideas! Purposefully drowning yourself so that I’ll rescue you is not an option, Nanase! Do you hear me?”

Nanase mumbles out the best he can with his cheeks being pinched, “Y-Yesshir…”

SHIDOU RYUSEI!

surfing!

Shidou loves moving to the beat of his own drum. He acts independently, plays independently, and defies the logic of anyone who tries to snare him within the strings of reasoning. Getting to go on a beach date with you means that he’s going to do whatever he wants. Be it teasing you in your swimsuit, downing a whole mountain of shaved ice, and then letting loose in the water, Shidou knows how to keep himself busy and does his best to drag you into his shenanigans as well. Whether or not it ends up with the two of you mastering the waves or play-fighting while drenching each other in seawater, Shidou will have you laughing and enjoying yourself with him by the end of the day. He has his charms, as insufferable as he might be, but you have to give him credit where credit is due.

“Hey-”

The sun blares in your eyes while you try to relax underneath the big beach umbrella you had lugged out to the sandy shore, taking refuge in the shade it creates as you forget the rest of the world. Or you would, had it not been for your insistent boyfriend constantly prodding at your arm.

“C’mon, quit ignoring me,” Shidou grumbles, puffing his cheeks out. You don’t know how he manages to keep up his energy even in the blazing beach heat, but when Shidou becomes fixated on something, he won’t stop until he sees it through. Unfortunately for you in this case, he’s determined to get you to join him and won’t let you rest until you will.

You groan dramatically, flopping like a pile of goop onto the beach towel underneath you. “It’s so hot! How does anyone have the energy to go surf in the sun like this?”

“The whole point of surfing is to cool off, idiot.” Shidou pokes you in the side of your head jokingly. He gestures to the waves a few feet away, the clear blue water glistening like diamonds underneath the unfiltered sunlight. “We try it out, we fall into the water, and we cool off. Solid plan, don’tcha think?”

You wonder if it’s worth biting back at him, to tell him to go do it on his own while you desperately try to cool off on your own, but if the wide grin on his face tells you anything, it’s that Shidou will drag you into the sea one way or another. It’s your choice whether or not you go willingly or have him carry you kicking and screaming, and you make the wise decision to peel yourself off of the ground.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, aren’t you? I know you too well,” you pretend to sigh disappointedly, but your faux reluctance isn’t fooling anyone. Shidou gives a loud cheer and grabs your hands, leaving the two of you stumbling across the hot sand and towards the surfboards, ready to make a splash in the waves. 

MICHAEL KAISER!

getting sunburnt and crying for your attention!

Kaiser loves trying to show off to impress you, only to turn around and end up flopping so bad that he looks pathetic instead. But that’s all part of his charm, isn’t it? Leave it to everyone’s (least) favorite German to buckle up for a romantic day at the beach, except he ends up getting burned by the sun to the point that he turns as red as a lobster. Lucky for him, you’re there to comfort him when he comes crying about how much it hurts and how he feels like he’s going to die unless you’re there to rub aloe vera onto his chest and back. It’s totally not because he wants you to feel his abs and toned back muscles, and he totally doesn’t need a kiss from you in order to heal as fast as he can! Maybe what he truly needs from you is a harsh glare from you and a freezing cold ice pack in order to put him back in his place.

“What are you going to do without me?” You sigh, shaking your head as you slather up your hands with a generous helping of soothingly cool aloe vera. Kaiser whimpers, laying on his stomach as his irritated red back provides proof to you that your handsome but stupid boyfriend got cooked to crisp in the sun. 

He groans under his breath in relief when you spread the solution onto his sunburnt skin, his body practically melting underneath your fingertips. You bite back a coy smile; who could imagine an esteemed striker like him turning into needy putty the moment he needs your help? 

“Darling, it’s like I’m falling in love with you all over again,” he whispers. He squirms underneath you, trying to guide your hands upwards his muscled back, clearly flexing his muscles to show off, and you roll your eyes. Smacking his shoulders gently, you take your hands off of him.

“I’m more than aware of how helpless you’d be if you didn’t have me.” You don’t want to admit that you’re equally in love with him, even though dating him feels more like being his white knight in shining armor than a proper lover at times. But when he cranes his neck to look up at you with such loving blue eyes and his signature grin, you can’t help but let your frown turn into a smile.

“But I do have you. Because you’re so madly in love with my charm, right? Because I’m that good-looking and talented, right?” Kaiser’s just fishing for your attention at this point to lift his spirits, and you lean forward to brush some of his hair out of his forehead. 

You roll your eyes, and you kiss him quickly to get him to shut up. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, you doofus.”

Kaiser melts again, swooning visibly as he gazes deeply at your face. He bats his eyelashes up at you, his cheeks brightening into a tiny pink flush as he stares at you as if you were the most beautiful person ever in history. “You know… I’m sure I’d be instantly cured if you kissed my sunburn better… What do you think, darling?”

“Dream on, Kaiser.”

x

[ambrosalovesyou]

Just a thought (I am not confident enough w my writing to write this out like as a whole fanfic so…)

- imagine you are a siren, and you work under Azul as a sort of trap for the boys of NRC so that Azul can get more contracts.

- as a siren, you’re naturally alluring, and you amped it up considerably ever since you signed a contract w Azul. You get paid by the amount of people who pay him / sign a contract with him.

- let’s say the way this works is generally simple: you find a man, your target, and flirt with him. Your melodic voice lured him in, and your touches were so fleeting to him. You tell him you love a man who is open about his feelings, so he tells you about his sorrows. You tell him that Azul can fix these problems. (Or, if you’re really cold, you tell him that you can’t be with him because he isn’t pretty enough, causing him to go to Azul to fix that).

- No matter the method, you are very good at luring them in. All for the expense of your love and affections, or that they genuinely believe that Azul can help them because why would someone as beautiful and sweet as you lie to him?

- When the day is done, you make a trip to Azul’s office and collect your payment. You’re so valuable that weekly or monthly paychecks aren’t enough - you’re an expensive siren, and you need the best to keep up your appearance!

- Of course, Azul obliges. Ever since you showed up, business has been booming! You kiss him on the cheek everytime, you were a sort of dog on a leash for him. (And honestly you didn’t really mind, the idea of you with a chain around your neck with Azul holding the other end and smirking down at you is pleasant imagery. You’re a siren! You’re born to be promiscuous!)

- You were easy to maintain compared to the twins, you found it fun to trick people, to see men grovel and weep for you, about their issues, and for them to inevitably not fulfil their contracts and have to work for Azul for however long.

- However, Azul was… changing. He’s been giving you some excuses for you to see him whenever possible, he believed that maybe if you saw him more in his office, you’d leave him with a new kiss mark each time. But no - you’d only ever do it if you’re collecting your paycheck.

- sometimes he would ramble about his business and you’d go “aw, wow, I’m happy for you! Good job, darling~” and his stomach would do flips but he would reprimand you with a blushing face.

- Jade and Floyd are catching on, you can hear them chuckling or Floyd going “hey hey, Azul, you got a thing for the siren now~?” Or “gross… PDA, keep that to yourself!”

- and what doesnt help at all is the fact you have been going online putting yourself on the line. The boys you send in always go “I want (Y/N) to be mine! You can’t keep them here against their will!”

- have you been telling people that you’re kept here against your will? Azul suspects it’s just to make them scared and have a sense of urgency to protect you or to save you like a ‘woe is me damsel/dude in distress’ sort of thing, but what if it’s true?? Do you hate him?

- Contracts have become even more stressful than usual now too. Of course with you on the line, Floyd and Jade have to make sure that the contract fails each time, so that you don’t get taken from him.

- and then you laugh when he tells you off and just blow him a kiss? Like! The nerve! Seriously, listen to him, will you?

- one day, when you came to pick up your check after a week of this ‘I’ll save (Y/N)’ nonsense, you got the check from his desk and walked out WITHOUT giving him a kiss on the cheek.

- “aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked, and you turned around with a smirk. “Oh, did I?” He felt his skin turn red with embarrassment, like a tomato. He always thought he had you on a leash, but it turns out it was the other way around. He’d been waiting all day, like a dog waiting for its owner, for its treat - your affection, your kisses, and your kiss marks which he kept on until the next morning where he HAD to take them off for school.

- you gave him two kiss marks to make up for the fact that you’ve been such a pain the last week, and you know it because he’s been looking more stressed out and crazier than usual.

- “please stop telling people you’ll be with them if it weren’t for me..” “why?” “Because, well, you’re a valuable asset and you made a contract with me, and you have to fulfill it. Besides, you don’t actually hate me that much.. yes? Right?” He asked, clearly seeking for reassurance.

- You shook your head and put a hand on his cheek, and gave him a kiss. He literally nearly jolted like he got shocked from Jade or something when you did. You pulled back and giggled while walking out of the room.

- great seven, why did he have to feel this way about *you*? A siren? This is surely more trouble than it’s worth, and what would pining after you do for Monstro Lounge?

- … well, for once, he might care about something more than the lounge. And it was you; his very own employed siren.

So trash ik but I can’t use it for an oc so someone else pls make this better for me if u can write PLEASE PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLSLL

[burntb4bydoll]

OMG YOUR RECENT GEORG SMUT UGH YOU WRITE SO GOOD FR GOT ME SMILING N SHIT THANK YOU AND IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THE SAME BUT WITH 2009 BILL???

2009 BILL IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE OFC

AND THANK YOU SM🤭💗

2009 Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: so much praising ofc, fingering, Bills a little possessive 🤭, voice kink? Idfk what its called im so dumb, reader is hinted at being a little shy

You didn’t know what was wrong with you recently, the only thing you have been thinking about was him. Nothing that you did could stop the overwhelming need for him.

So when Bill comes home with your favorite drink and flowers? Well that made you feel like you were dreaming. As soon as you got him back to the bedroom, you immediately pulled him into a needy kiss. He was taken aback by your eagerness, but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close. He pulled away after a minute and one of his hands came up to gently stoke your cheek.

“Whats got you so worked up, sweetheart? Are you ok?” There was obvious concern lacing his voice and it made you want him even more.

“Im ok, I just want you so bad. I can’t stop thinking about you, Bill. It’s driving me insane.” You whine, laying your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Oh my, you are so cute. It’s alright, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” Bill pulls your head off of his chest and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then he lays you gently on the bed. “Lets get these shorts off, we definitely don’t need them.” He pulls your shorts down, revealing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath them. “Oh? You aren’t wearing anything underneath…were you waiting for me?”

“Mhm..I’ve been waiting all day.” You mumble, watching as his fingers softly trace through your slick folds. He moves to kneel in between your thighs, his fingers still messing with the wetness between your legs.

“I’m here now, sweetheart. I missed you too. Ive been thinking of your beautiful face,” his fingers dive into your entrance, “and how good you are for me. You’re always such a good girl.” Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. “My pretty baby…” he uses his free hand to brush his fingers across your face again, using his thumb to rub across your bottom lip. You move forward to press your lip’s against his, moaning at the contact that you’ve been craving so badly.

Bills fingers move faster, creating a loud squelching sound due to the amount of arousal leaking out of you. “Oh shit! Can you please talk to me? I just wanna hear your voice, Bill.” His lips curl upwards a little at that, he loves when your vocal about what you want because he knows how embarrassed you get.

“Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl for asking so nicely. Im so proud of you.” You let out a sharp moan, his praise making your heart beat faster. His thumb starts to toy with your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. “I love playing with you. This pussy takes my fingers so well, its like you were made for me.” He feels you squeeze his fingers and raises his eyebrow at you, “oh you like that? You like being my perfect girl, made just for me? Good, ‘cause I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”

“Oh fuck Bill~! You’re gonna make me cum-”

“Go ahead. Cum for me, angel. Show me what a good girl you are and cum on my fingers.” He cuts you off, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot. Your back lifts up off the mattress as you let go, spilling your arousal all over his hand. He continues his quick thrusts of his fingers until you legs clamp shut, trying to pull away from him due to overstimulation. “It’s ok, baby. You’re alright. I got you. Such a good girl, come back to me sweetheart.” He coos, pulling his fingers out of you. You lay there, too blissed out to notice him moving from his spot on the bed to get something to clean you off with. He comes back and cleans you up gently, making sure not to use too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. Bill moved to lay next to you, and you immediately cuddle up to his warm body. Neither of you move or say anything for a while, just enjoying each other company.

[hyuckswonderland]

𝒢𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓉

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Niki couldn't stop laughing about Heeseung on live, so Heeseung gave him a real reason to laugh.

Based on this tik tok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3doBfs/

Ler!Heeseung

Lee!Niki 923 words

923 words

AN: Not one of my best works but after seeing that clip from the live I really wanted to write something for it! Hope you enjoy <3

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It was one of those days Niki couldn’t help but find his Heeseung hyung hilarious for no reason. The elder was just sitting there during their live and doing nothing. Regardless, he couldn’t help but let his giggles out. It was like everything the older was doing caused a giggle out of him. The fact it was on live was making it more embarrassing. The amount of people watching him lose it over nothing was something the youngest didn’t even want to think about. 

His hyung’s weren’t being of any help either. Pointing out his giggliness and even cooing at him for it. Calling him “their baby” despite the fact he was now an adult. 

Looking down he was trying his best not to let out his laughter, holding it back to the best of his ability. He just had to wait till the end of the live and he’d be fine. For the most part it worked, only small hiccups here and there of letting out a small fit of laughter. 

With some struggle the live finally ended. Some of the members cooed at him, lightly teasing him “Couldn’t help but giggle your little heart on Niki?” Jake smiled, ruffling the youngest’s hair. Which only earned him a groaned complaint “Knock it off.” He was just grateful the laughing fit had died down inside of him. 

For the most part he had forgotten about it once they all headed home, that was of course until Heeseung sat down next to Niki on the couch in their dorm. Niki was watching tv and laughing at some funny moments that were happening.

The eldest grinned, a plan forming in his head “You know, it’s rude to laugh at somebody for no reason” he adjusted his position and wrapped his arm around Niki. Not wanting to seem suspicious. 

Niki quirked his eyebrow. “What are you on about? It’s a show it’s meant to be funny.” Heeseung quickly pulled Niki into a backhug, wrapping his legs around his waist to keep him in place. “Oh no no no, I meant earlier Niki. Laughing at me for no reason? Shall I give you a real reason to laugh instead?” 

As soon as he realized the youngest began to squirm, trying to find an easy way to escape. Unfortunately with Heeseung’s legs firmly wrapped around him it made it a lot more difficult than usual. “Don’t you dare- I couldn’t help it-”

“Then you really won’t be able to help this~” The eldest pinched at his sides at random, slowly scribbling up and down.

A wobbly smile formed on Niki’s face, squirming back and forth trying to lean away from the ticklish feeling, ultimately only leaning into one in the process. “HyuNg-” He tried to suppress his giggles from spilling out. 

“Yes Niki? Won’t you giggle your heart out for hyung? I mean you had no problem doing so earlier and I wasn’t even doing anything~ Now that I’m giving you a reason to, you want to hide?” Heeseung leaned closer to whisper in his ear “Well that’s just a shame, guess I’ll have to try harder then.” He squeezed at his sides rapidly, kneading slightly with each squeeze.

The dam burst and with the change in technique Niki couldn’t hold back his laughter, “WAhaHAHAHaiT NOhoHOHOHO-” He squealed, kicking his legs out in an attempt to get Heeseung’s legs to loosen their hold around him. The older wasn't budging one bit. 

Heeseung smirked “Listen to that laughter, you must find me so funny to be laughing this much over me today. How precious.” A light pink spread across Niki’s cheeks, he shook his head “YOHoHOHOHOU’RE NOHOHOT FUHUHUHUNNY-” 

A loud dramatic gasp was let out “ME? NOT FUNNY? Well let’s just see how much I can make you laugh to change your mind.” On the left Heeseung drilled into Niki’s side and on the right he drilled in between each rib, vibrating his fingers. “What’s worse Niki? The left or the right?”

All the younger could do was let out a shriek and a squealy “NOHO-” Throwing his head back with laughter in the process. “IHIHIHIHITS BAHAHAHAD, IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD- THEHEHEHE RIHIHIHIGHT-”

“Perfect!” With that Heeseung began drilling both sets of ribs on either side. “Now I really know how to make you lose your mind~ Isn’t it just wonderful?” 

More shrieks were let out before hiccups were followed shortly after. “HYUHUHUNG IHIHIHI- IHIHIHI CAHAHANT- IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY” 

“Oh nooow you’re sorry? After insulting me and saying I’m not funny?” Heeseung grinned, “One last thing before I properly forgive you, yeah?” He lifted up Niki’s shirt slightly, revealing his bare ribs to the elder. He took in a big breath, Niki’s eyes widened as he realized just where this was going “WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO DOHOHONT YOHOHOHOU DAHAHAHARE PLEHEHEHEASE-” 

Despite the protests, Heeseung blew long raspberries along each rib, causing the younger to go into hysterics. With the final raspberry, his laughter went silent. 

“Dawww now look at you, had such a good time your laugh has gone silent~” Heeseung rubbed away the tingles, unwrapping his legs from Niki to free the younger.

With that, Niki curled into a ball, giggling softly into his hands. “AhaHahahasshohole” Heeseung chuckled, pinching Niki’s cheeks “Keep that attitude up and we’ll have to go for round two” 

Niki tensed up and shook his head “Ok ohokay I’m sohorry” 

“Muuuuch better,” He ruffled the younger’s hair and smiled, “Now you should know better than to say I'm unfunny”

“Yeah yeah”

[yeahspider]

back to the city 🕸️

Ve’s note - flufffff . grumpy minho x sunshine reader . minho is so in love . no warnings sfw . this is so self indulgent tbh . abrupt ending y’all know how i do . not proofread ofc . enjoy bees <3

minho is a busy man . his career always demands long hours that keeps him away from you . but whenever he comes home , he’s all about you . and he will do anything to keep you smiling even if that means embarrassing himself for you .

cmonnnn minho please come do it with me . you said to minho as you dragged him to the twin square . once you successfully pulled him to the center of the park he watched as you turned around to look up to him with a mischievous glint in you eyes . he knew he was in for trouble .

look around babe and pick anything i’ll steal it. this statement would’ve shocked him if he wasn’t aware of your habit for thievery . you never stole anything expensive or risky though , nothing that would earn a scolding from the man . so he let you have your fun , but never had you asked him to participle in your little schemes .

“no i’m not being an accessory to your crimes” he told you and tried not to cave as you sent him a pout . he wanted nothing more but to peck your lips , but when he tried you pulled away . nope no kisses for you unless you play along . and this cause minho to tok his eyes . you knew kisses were his favorite thing so of course that’s what you would use to get him to do your bidding.

“fine do you see that balloon tied to that hotdog cart ? that’s your target good luck.” he said with a smirk on his face . he didn’t want to assign you something to complicated because if you were caught he would have to bail you out of trouble and that has happpend one too many times .

pff you’re going easy on me kitten i’m disappointed . minho glared at you . he despised that pet name . well that’s what he told you . but the heat going to his ears told a different story .

he watched as you calmly walked your way to the cart . feigning interest in the hotdogs the vendor . to him he knew it was all fact , the flirt act you put on to fluster the worker was all for show . it didn’t stop minho from feeling mildly irritated . you knocked the ketchup container of the stand and it exploded and made a mess everywhere , he couldn’t help but let out of soft laugh at that . you apologized to the man profusely with an impressive amount of false embarrassment on your face . as soon as he bent down to clean up the mess you quickly snatched the balloon and ran away towards minho . he recognized that look on your face , it meant to run . once you reached him you gripped his hand and took off . yelling out excuses as you ran through people , who looked at you in confusion .

minho quickly the lead and lead you into a restaurant where you could sit and catch your breath . he tried to keep an unimpressed face but as soon as he saw how bright your eyes were his smile matched yours . he couldn’t help how in love with you he was . not when you looked at him like that .

mission accomplished . you said with a smirk on your face . you had caught him staring . you always do .

minho rolls his eyes . “you couldn’t have done it without flirting with him?” he wasn’t mad at you . he never could be . aww don’t be jealous min you know you’re my only love. he just kissed your knuckles . he didn’t need to say it . his actions spoke volumes .

[pensat-i-fet]

Celebrity crush (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**A friend and I were chatting about the RLC calling Laura Woods her celebrity crush during an interview and she wanted me to use that for an imagine. When I asked who she wanted me to write it with, she was like “guess! 🙄”. So here we are 😅 I hope you like this! ❤️**

Word count: 1595

Masterlist

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The life of a sports journalist wasn't as glamorous as people thought. And the life of a female sports journalist could be very hard sometimes. But still, you managed to get a presenting job for a big sports program. And after the initial drama of "a girl can't do that", people had accepted you.

Every week you had a different guest you had to interview and the producers came up with the idea of getting fans to ask one of the questions to improve the social media engagement. That week, the engagement had been ridiculous. But you weren't surprised since you were interviewing Gavi, the new golden boy everyone talked about. Most of the questions you got were about his personal life, so those were deleted. But still, your team had a good amount of them to choose from.

You were asked often if there was a footballer that you fancied but never mentioned any because you didn't want to look unprofessional. But Gavi…well, he was definitely nice to look at. You wouldn't deny that. But again, you kept that thought to yourself because admitting it publicly was only going to cause more drama.

"Well, superstition or not, I still worry seeing those undone laces", said Ed, one of the pundits that did the show with you sometimes.

"Ed, we are talking about someone who dives and puts his head near other people's feet, while they are kicking the ball, very often. The laces are the least of our worries", you laughed and when you looked at Gavi, he was blushing. Again.

You hadn't been doing this job for long but knew people were going to talk about how many times he blushed at your words. It was always the same.

"Ok, Gavi, we got some fan questions we would like you to answer. Ready?"

"Sure".

"Pat wants to know who your celebrity crush is", you read, laughing at the question.

Gavi didn't answer straight away so you looked at him and saw him putting his hands on his face.

"You alright? You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable", you offered.

"It's…um…it's you".

"It's me what?"

"My celebrity crush. It's you".

You tried to think of a quick answer but could only blush like he had. Ed, however, had your back.

"I was hoping you would say me. How disappointing".

You tried to laugh at his joke but were still so shocked by the confession. But you had to keep going and somehow managed to finish asking the questions.

"That's it from us today. Thank you Ed as always and thank you Gavi for spending this time with us and…for the ego boost, I guess".

Once the cameras were off, you saw him walking towards your table.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but the question caught me by surprise and…well, I didn't lie".

You smiled at him, biting your lip. "It's fine. Your answer also caught me by surprise. But it's an honour to be the golden boy's crush. Even if I don't see myself as a celebrity but I'll take it".

"Yeah", he said. And you could tell he wanted to say more.

Come on, do it and I'll say yes.

"I'll see you around. Bye!"

Your manifesting powers failed again. And you felt a bit stupid after the whole ordeal. Also, you could only imagine the drama this might have created on social media. Great.

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The days after your interview with Gavi had been hell for him. He was made fun of constantly on the team's WhatsApp group and of course, the clip of him saying you were his celebrity crush was everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, the 9pm news…did people have nothing better to talk about?

He was so embarrassed to have done that in front of the cameras. But he didn't lie. He had seen you a while ago at one of the matches and couldn't stop thinking about you for days. He asked Pedri who you were and his friend showed him your Instagram so he could follow you. You were already following him but you followed so many players, he guessed because of your job, that it didn't really mean much.

Gavi had actually planned to ask you out, or something like that, after the interview. But seeing your reaction to his words…he just couldn't do it. He totally misunderstood your nerves as a rejection.

"Your girlfriend is here, Pablito", said Eric when he got in the dressing room.

"My girlfriend…oh. Ok".

The jokes were never going to end.

"If you play really well, she'll interview you. Use that as motivation".

He was right. You always interviewed the two best players of the match, one from each team. So he was surely going to use that as motivation. Even if he didn't need it. Matches against Athletic de Bilbao were always exciting to play.

You were on the side of the pitch, covering the match for one of the TV channels that had the rights to La Liga and were used to getting looks from the players. So you didn't notice Gavi looking at you several times while you spoke to the camera.

While the teams were running back to the tunnel, you looked up to see them and spotted Gavi looking at you. You lifted your hand to wave at him and he did the same, causing you to look down to hide your blush.

The match was going to be decided by very small details and that detail was Gavi managing to trick the defense and the goalkeeper to score the only goal of the match.

His teammates were still congratulating him when the media guy told him he had to do the TV interview. The interview with you. So he went to the area where he knew you would be waiting.

The away team was always interviewed first, so he waited until you were done talking to his Spanish teammate Íñigo Martínez.

"Thank you for talking to us after the defeat, Íñigo".

"Thank you", he said, looking to the side. To where Gavi was. "You are my celebrity crush too, you know? Shame little Gavi beat me to confessing that to you".

Gavi felt furious hearing those words and seeing the smirk on Íñigo's face. But then he saw your face and he was even more furious. Your blush was so obvious that you didn't need to say much more. He might have told you before but it was clear you fancied Íñigo and not him.

Or that's what Gavi thought. Because the reason for your face to go all red was the annoyance you were feeling. What Gavi had said in that interview was just a comment. The way Íñigo had said that, when you didn't ask him at all, made you feel like he didn't respect you as a professional at all. And that pissed you off so much. But you couldn't let it show.

You bent down to pick up your bottle of water, not noticing Gavi was right next to you. And he was trying really hard not to stare at you. Not while cameras were near. Not again.

"Oh, hi. Sorry. I…I needed some water. My colleagues will connect with me in a minute. Sorry to make you wait".

"It's fine", he said. And you noticed his cheerful tone was gone.

"You okay?"

"Yes, let's get the interview done. I want to go back to my teammates".

His words made you frown and feel…sad? But then you remembered that if you had been taunted by the celebrity crush confession, so had he. So maybe he was keeping his distance because of that.

Whatever it was, you forgot about it during the two minutes that it took to interview him. And when he left, so did you. Both of you were going to the tunnel but Gavi walked a couple of feet in front of you.

"Hey. I was wondering if we could…".

You turned when you heard Íñigo's words and if looks could kill, the Basque player would have been dead by now.

"What did you wonder? If you could embarrass me again while I do my job?"

Your words made Gavi turn. You looked so angry and…that was how you looked before his interview so he had totally misread your reaction. Again.

"I didn't try…".

"I don't care, Martínez. There are so many like you who just see me as a joke. But I'm a professional just like you and deserve the respect. So do that again if you dare".

His teammates tried not to chuckle until you were gone, afraid of you screaming at them too. But Gavi didn't stay to see what they did next. He followed you and called your name.

"What?", you turned, annoyed. But when you saw it was Gavi that was calling you, your expression softened.

"I wanted to ask if you were ok".

"Yeah", you said, looking away so he couldn't see you were about to cry.

"I'm sorry if what I said is causing you problems. I should have just said someone else. I didn't think…".

"It's not your fault".

"Can I…", he hesitated. "Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one".

You nodded, because you really could use the comfort he was offering.

Gavi hugged you and you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"Thank you, Gavi".

"No need to thank me. Sorry I'm sweaty", he said, making you laugh.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure".

"You are my celebrity crush too".

[osamusriceballs]

Foreplay

Iwaizumi x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,4k

About: A little bet- who can withstand longer?

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Iwaizumi Hajime might seem relaxed and calm on the outside- but you know him better. 

You can see the single droplet of sweat running down his face, the slight shifting in his seat and the constant adjusting of his pants. He’s not calm and collected, he’s rather barely holding himself together. 

Not that you’re any different. 

The idea to get aphrodisiacs and to see what will happen, has turned into a bet of who will give in first, and right now you’re not too far away from forgetting your pride and begging him to just take you on the couch.

This whole bet was just a stupid idea.

“You okay, babe?” His smile is slightly forced, the amount of restrain he’s exercising causing his patience to slowly run out. 

“Sure. Do you mind if I move a little closer? I’m getting cold.”

Lie. 

That is such a blatantly obvious lie, you’re surprised that he’s not calling you out, since your face is burning hot at this point- but it’s nothing compared to the burning between your legs. His broad shoulders shrug, a movement that causes his white shirt to stretch over his chest and you feel like drooling at the view. Iwaizumi is- without a doubt- an outrageously handsome and attractive man- with the dark hair that’s now disheveled because he runs his fingers impatiently through it, his prominent muscles everywhere, that somehow seem to have doubled ever since he started working as a trainer, his loosely fitting grey sweatpants that do nothing to hide the prominent bulge underneath- that seems to be growing while he shamelessly roams his eyes over your body.

Fuck, you need him so bad.

“Of course not. Come here, babe.” He pats the space right next to him on the couch and looks at you expectantly- making sure to linger his gaze at your body when you get up from the other side of the couch and slowly sink down next to him. His tongue darts out and moistens his lips, a simple movement that makes your body burn with more need for him when you think about what this tongue could do to you. How he would make you cum with his skillfully moving tongue, with his long fingers that relentlessly fuck into you, or his heavenly cock that always makes you see stars and cry out for him whenever he fucks you hard with it.

Your legs clench together when you feel the wetness pooling in your panties- they are absolutely soaked by now, and you ball your hands into fists to stop yourself from touching him- or from seeking some relief for yourself, you’re not sure what your lust-filled mind would rather do.

“Babe, if you’re cold, you can just sit on my lap. I’ll warm you up.” His voice is a little raspier than usual, his fists clenching and unclenching every few seconds. His suggestion makes you weak and you eagerly nod and grab his shoulders before you swing a leg over his lap and straddle him, making sure that his crotch is pressing against your wetness. You can feel his warmth underneath your fingers- he’s just as hot as you.

A groan leaves his lips, his hands resting on your bare thighs that are showing now that your dress rode up a bit, and you’re sure that he can not only feel the heat coming from your body, but also the wet panties against his pants. 

“Fuck- Hajime,” you gasp, involuntarily grinding yourself against him and almost crying when you finally get a bit of relief. “So, so good, babe, keep going just like that, that’ll keep you warm,” his head falls back, and his hands move to your ass to support your movements and press you down just a bit harder- just to make you feel his hard he is for you.

“Is that cheating? I know we had a bet, but let’s just keep going for a bit.” You close your eyes when you hear him groan again, his words reaching your ears, but you don’t really care at this point. You would agree to anything he says as long as he lets you keep going, your body feeling like you could cum at any second- which would be quite embarrassing because you barely even started dry-fucking. Iwaizumi is too hot for you to take, and the aphrodisiac is taking a tool from you.

“Hmm, just a bit foreplay,” you gasp when his hand suddenly let’s go of you and spanks your ass hardly- and immediately comes back for another harsh slap. Your breath is irregular, and your heart is heavily pounding in your chest when you open your eyes and meet his dark and stern gaze. “Okay. Just a bit foreplay.”

You nod hastily, only now realizing how your hands have been clawing into his shirt and crumbling the fabric- but you know that he doesn’t care about that. Not right now, when his erection is hardly pressing against you, his muscles all tensed while he slowly grinds you against him. You whimper when his cock rubs against your clit through the fabric of his pants, that are now stained with your arousal. It feels so good, so good-

Your head falls forward and rests against his shoulder, your body aching with need in every single fiber. It feels like you’re burning, it’s all too much for you to take- until you feel him lean forward and moving his hands to your back. “Just a bit foreplay,” he murmurs and rocks your body against his, grinding and pressing your hips harder against him, until you move more vigorously in a pace that you know could make you cum- and him too.

“Yes, j-just foreplay, Hajime,” you whisper against his neck, and you feel him shiver when your breath meets his skin, his fingers now digging deeper into your hips. Your moans get louder, and his cock twitches repeatedly in his pants- a clear indicator that he’s getting closer- and you rock yourself even harder against him. “Hmm, babe, just like that. You look so pretty when you sit on my cock.” His words make you clench around nothing, the feeling is more intense than ever, your body shaking when you grab his broad shoulders for more support, when you urge him to help you move, and he sensually grinds you against him.

“Hajime-” you gasp, feeling the orgasm approaching faster and faster, unable to hold back at this point when his cock brushes against your clit again and again.

“Fuck, babe-” he groans your name loudly, and that’s when you feel him abruptly cumming- the twitching of his cock sending you over the edge too, and you cry out when you finally cum, when your body finally releases all the tension and makes you violently grind against him to prolong the high, while he keeps groaning your name and pressing you against him, until both of your bodies relax and calm down.

You sink against him, feeling him releasing the tight grip around your hips only to move up and down on your back gently to calm you down. You feel his cum on his pants, the stain very prominent on the light fabric, but you don’t care about it, and he obviously doesn’t mind it too for now.

He still breathlessly whispers sweet nothings in your ear and holds you close, making sure that you’re okay after the intense feeling- and you’re sure that it was intense for him too. One of the most intense orgasms you ever had- and you both are still fully clothed yet.

“That was... great foreplay,” you gasp when you manage to calm down your breath a bit, but your heart still beats heavily, and you simply rest your face against his chest.

“Absolutely.” He moves his hand to your hair and softly caresses it, but you can still feel him shaking slightly underneath your cheek, and you know that he can still feel the aphrodisiac- just like you do.

“You’re still hard.” You state after shifting a bit on his lap, knowing that he will need to fuck you quite a few times before he will calm down.

“And you’re still dripping.” He is quick to retort, his hands now coming back to your ass to knead the flesh softly.

You lift your head and look at him silently for a few seconds.

“Just fuck me already, Hajime. I don’t care about the stupid bet.”

His lips curl into a grin and he quickly stands up with you in his arms to make his way to your shared bedroom.

“As you wish, babe.”

[ang33333333l]

Love is a disease

A/N: AAAAA this prob my longest fanfic for now!! SEBAUNA FOR LIFE!!!!! Thank you @saneriddlefan67 for proofreading it and showing me shorter paragraphs!!!! Also remember reblogs are important but likes and comments are too!!!

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Sebek was sick, that was clear as day. The weather had gotten colder, making him more sluggish and weaker to any type of bacteria, it also didn't help that most of the students were also sick with the cold or the flu.

The half-fae was determined to prove that he could be the best knight, still overworked himself to the bone. Of course, there’s a point where a person, no matter if said person was a fae, beastman, or human, that any sickness forces you to stay in bed.

He hated feeling weak, he hated having to depend on someone to help him with basic tasks, perhaps he should've taken Silver’s advice to stay in bed once the cold had gotten to the point of being slightly unbearable.

Sebek groaned, hating how cold it was, yet nothing provided enough warmth for him, even the hot rag on his forehead did nothing for him. Sebek shut his eyes, hoping to get some sleep, then he heard the door opening.

“Hi Sebek!! I heard from Lilia that you were sick!! So I bought some medicine and some soup!!”

An awfully cheery voice rang out in Sebek’s room, it could only belong to Fauna.

“HUMAN?!?!” Sebek yelled out, before coughing and sneezing. “What are you doing here?!”

Sebek hated this, not only was he sick, but his crush saw him sick and weak. This was embarrassing. His hair wasn't gelled up, his face was sweaty, he felt a small amount of snot falling from his nose, his eyes were slightly watery, and he just overall was just a mess.

“Oh don't worry Sebek! I made sure to get the work you miss and I also took some notes!!” Fauna brightly smiled, showing her crooked teeth and the gap in her front two teeth.

Sebek loved it so much when she smiled like that, he loved every part of her, down to the two moles under each of her blue eyes that could only be described as darkish and muted with light blue pupils.

“Well you don't need to worry Human!!! Faes are MUCH more resistant to sickness than humans!!” Sebek smirked, only for it to be followed up with a violent coughing fit.

“Oh don't worry Sebek!! I’ll be fine!!” Fauna walked closer to Sebek, only stopping by the side of the bed to set down the tray. She grabbed the bottle of medicine, putting it onto a spoon.

“Human what are you doing?” Sebek looked over at Fauna, puzzled. “I can very well get myself some medicine!!”

“I know that, silly! But wouldn't it be nice to be taken care of? Plus you keep on coughing and sneezing. I think you might just fly out of your bed!!” Fauna laughed, clearly joking and lightly teasing the half-fae.

Sebek frowned a bit, but she was not wrong. He didn't want to be seen as weak, but the idea of his crush taking care of him wasn't so bad. It actually felt nice, and did inspire a few ideas based on some of the romantic books he read in his head, such as him taking care of her when the time came. Cooking for her, because holy shit, she couldn't cook even if it was to save a life, in fact she would probably be the one who causes the end of a life.

“Sebek?? Sebek, are you okay?” Fauna's voice finally got into his thick skull, the spoon full of the bitter and tar-like medicine near Sebek’s lips.

“Of course!!! It's just a cold!! But…thank you Human..” The half-fae felt his face heating up, but not from sickness, but from the fact that he was so deeply in love with Fauna that the smallest idea of her smiling at him sent his mind running.

Sebek opened his mouth, letting the spoon full of medicine come down his throat. It was awful, sticking to the walls of his throat, only leaving a bitter taste.

Sebek coughed a bit. “I suppose you brought water, Human?..” He saw Fauna nodding from the corner of his eye. She then handed the half-fae the glass of water.

Sebek quickly grabbed it, gulping it down, desperately trying to wash the bitterness from his throat. “...Thank you Hu-...Fauna..”

“You said my name…” Fauna was surprised, her eyes wide. “I like how you say it, you should say it more often.” Fauna smiled, handing Sebek the soup.

“Could…Could you perhaps feed me it? Just so I don't sneeze and spill it all over me.” Sebek quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for even requesting it.

“Of course Sebek! I wouldn't mind! Plus I really don't have anything to do right now!” Fauna grabbed a different spoon on the tray, getting a good spoonful of soup.

Sebek opened up his mouth, letting Fauna feed him. Slowly but surely, the bowl was empty and Sebek felt full.

“Thank you Fa-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”

Sebek yelled out as Fauna climbed into the bed after putting the bowl back onto the tray.

“Well when I came in here Lilia said you needed more warmth!! So I remember how we cuddled during that time we visited Epel’s hometown!!”

Fauna got comfortable in the bed, wrapping her arms around Sebek.

“But you’ll get sick!!!” Sebek kept on yelling, slowly melting into putty in Fauna’s arm. He buried his head into her neck, grumbling something.

“Don't worry!! I don't get sick that easily!!” Fauna rubbed his back, making him breathe softly. The half-fae slowly fell asleep, Fauna soon followed afterwards.

Epilogue

Fauna was coughing, she was now sick. Of course it was to be expected when you snuggle up to someone who sounded like they were a Victorian sick child.

“I TOLD YOU FAUNA!!!!!” Sebek’s voice rang out in Ramshackle, Fauna swore she saw some of the floor panels shake and move a bit.

“It's fine Sebek, it was worth it because…”

Fauna froze, unable to say the simple words.

“Because you're my friend…”

She forced a smile, why was it so hard to just say ‘I love you’?

[hammyballeceter]

Not so useless, Pt.2

Author’s note-sorry for the extremely long delay, but life got in the way of my writing so i apologise. But here’s a part 2, enjoy.

Pt1 here

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Nerves racked through you, making your hands shake, why did you agree? why did you say yes? Questions swirled your head. This must of been some form of wicked prank. Allowing the towns people to laugh at you, was this Bjørns idea of a joke? Make you believe he’s interested just to have you be the laughing stock for him and his friends.

You sat on your bed, allowing your fingers to run through the furs to try and keep yourself grounded. The anxiety had creeped up all afternoon after agreeing to go with Bjørn. Causing your chest to tighten, breathing to quicken, and tears to sting your eyes. You wished to be excited, but your brain wouldn’t allow you. With being tormented most of your life you often kept yourself to yourself, withdrawing from situations where there would be a big amount of people. Having people stare and laugh at you would hurt, no matter how hard you’d try to hide it and in turn made you shy away from others.

You had worked yourself up so much that a great deal of time had passed and unbeknownst to you, the feast had already begun. You’d managed to calm yourself, but it had taken a mass amount of your energy. Causing you to fall asleep.

Bjørn waited outside the great hall for you, he felt like a giddy teenager. The woman he’d had his eye on for years was finally going to spend time with him. The people of Kattegat eyed him as they entered the hall wondering why the prince was waiting outside, rather then drinking ale and getting merry with his people.

“Brother are you joining us?” Hvitserks head poked out the door, “the feast started an hour ago, we Vikings don’t fear the cold. But we do fear missing out on food”

Bjørn hadn’t realised an hour had past and you still hadn’t shown, his heart sank. “I’ll be with you in a minute brother I just need to go see about something” and with that Bjørn set off toward your hut, leaving a confused Hvitserk in his wake.

Your hut glowed from the fireplace illuminating the windows and cracks between the wood, it was situated slightly away from the other homes due to being surrounded by land for your father’s animals and crops. It was the only hut that was lit up indicating that someone was home, every other townsfolk was at the great hall.

Whilst walking Bjørn played with idea of just walking away, it hurt him that you didn’t show. He’d been so eager to hear your voice again. But alas, once he reached your door his body betrayed his thoughts and he knocked. With no response he tried again, this time his fist had caused the door to open.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft, but called out in hopes you’d hear him. The great hall was far enough away that the music and chatter was only a gentle hum in the air. He pushed the door a little more, and noticed you sound asleep on top of your bed. Unfortunately the noise from the door hitting the wall awoke you, it wasn’t a slam but it caught you by surprise and jolted you awake.

Bjørn invited himself in, smiling at the sight of your messy hair. But not too long after the small smile dropped when he noticed the drained look adorning your face.

“You never showed” Bj��rn spoke, “so I came to see if you were okay”

You were still pretty groggy, and mentally and physically spent from your earlier episode.

“I’m sorry Bjørn, i-“ you cut yourself off, too embarrassed to admit you were to anxious to show. Bjørn could tell you hadn’t intended to stand him up, the tired look on your face let him know something else was going on. “I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, Bjørn, I cannot simply fathom why you’d want to be seen with me. So, I got worked up. My fear got the best of me. I hadn’t any intentions of standing you up, I had thought it ought to of been a cruel joke.”

Your words hurt Bjørn, cutting into him like a knife. How could people of been so cruel to make you believe it had to of been a joke. He wanted to be around you, he wanted to be near you, he wanted you.

“Y/n, it hurts that you think I would do something like that to you. But I can understand your worries and fears. But by the gods I promise you, I have no intentions of making a fool out of you. If anything I’m am a fool” Bjørn caught you by surprise, instead of anger or sneering he was understanding and soft with you.

“A fool? How?” You asked

“You have me acting like a child, I’m a fool for you. I just want to be near you. We’ve only spoken once yet I have always wanted to be around you. From the very moment I set my eyes upon you” Bjørn finally sat next to you, his thigh gently pressed against yours. “I will remind you till im blue in the face, that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can only imagine that when I get to know you, and I mean properly know you, that I would only fall deeper for you.”

With that you pushed your self up, grabbing the dress you’d laid out earlier, despite your anxiety rising again, you felt you could trust Bjørn. He came to find you, that alone showed he wasn’t trying to pull a joke.

“I’d like to still attend the feast with you, if it’s not to late” you asked walking away to get changed, Bjørns face beamed “of course, I cannot wait to see how beautiful you look”

After rebraiding your hair, and slipping on your dress, you lined your eyes with black makeup making the colour of them pop. You walked out, feeling insecure as you’d opted for an outfit with out your cloak. Bjørn took you in, you looked ethereal. Like something the gods handcrafted just for him. The glow of the fire casted a warm halo around you, illuminating your already perfect face.

You were breathtaking.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, you looked away from Bjørn as he continued to stare at you in awe. A blush raised on your cheeks. He nodded, and you both made your way toward the hall.

Without hesitation Bjørn shrugged off his furs to wrap you in them when you both walked outside, the chill in the air caused you to shudder. “You didn’t have to that it’s cold” you said, your voice soft. Trying to hide the nerves that seemed to bubble away in your stomach, how would people react to you walking in with the most desirable man in Kattegat. “I’d rather you be warm then myself. Plus it gives you chance to reveal the outfit once more.” You smiled at him, nerves settling when you looked at him. His presence alone calmed you.

Once you both arrived at the great hall you were greeted by the glow of the party that load behind its doors, indistinct chatter and laughter filled the air. Sensing your nerves Bjørn slipped his hand into yours, it wasn’t common to see people hold hands often, especially seeing springer hold the hand of someone. But you appreciated it nonetheless. With a light squeeze from Bjørn you both entered the hall, at first no one seemed to notice you entering. But when Bjørn stepped in behind you eyes starting darting toward you both, nudges and the odd point of a finger. Sending your hesitation Bjørn let go of your hand, immediately placing it on your hip to hold you closer to him. For once the staring didn’t bother you half as much with him by your side.

His brothers watched him guide you to a seat, opting to be away from the head table but close enough that you could clearly see them looking at you both. Sigurd let out a snot shaking his head whilst tucking into his 5th chicken leg of the night.“I wonder, the birds her farther farms are always extremely plump I wonder if he feeds her the same stuff too” the words fell out of Sigurd lips, Ivar let out a laugh too. His brothers were cruel, but they were young so you chose to ignore his comment. Turning your attention to Bjørn, who happened to be sending a look that would put a man in his grave if it could kill toward his brothers.

“Bjørn it’s okay, they’re young. And boys will be boys” you said placing your hand onto of his clenched fist. This small gesture seemed to help calm him as he moved his eyes to you. His face softened, “I shan’t let anyone speak about you like that, so, I shall deal with him later but for now I’m here for you” For the record, after Bjørn had found his brother the next morning, Sigurd never said a thing about you again, infact none of the brothers did.

~Hours passed, you and Bjørn spoke about anything and everything. The conversation flowed as easily as water in a stream. Despite the constant talking, flirting and laughter there always seemed to be a million more things you both could say. People passed judgement but for the most part you ignored it, or hadn’t even noticed. You were both too swirled up with each other that the world seemed a blur. You hadn’t ever thought a man such as Bjørn would have such a gentle, kind and crudely funny side. He’d seen things only people could imagine, done things that no man should ever have to do. Yet here he was pouring his heart out to you.

“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you, we were both so young. It was before I left with my mother.” You looked at him remembering that he once was just a farmers son.

“You were playing with my dear sister, our father’s talking about trading some farm animals for tools. You were pretty to me then, I wish I had befriended you as a child. But, much like now your beauty made me nervous. Even as a little boy I found you intriguing. Like I knew one day I’d make you mine. I never forgot about you know, not since that day. When I came back and I saw you again, you’d grown into this god of a woman, hard working but so beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful”

He finished speaking his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckle. Your brain was scrambled, all these years of thinking no one would ever see you as beautiful. And here he was, a man that no woman could ever truly have, was telling you you were the woman he thought about since a child.

“Bjørn, you’ll have to pinch me, I feel as if I’ve fallen asleep again. Your words they are making me melt” you laughed, he cracked a smile himself.

By now most of the great hall was empty, the gentle buzz from the ale you had drunk was helping you from shying away from his words.

“Bjørn, you had my heart since I was a child. Much like every other woman in Kattegat. And I feel like the luckiest woman alive” you caught his eyes with yours,

He leaned in placing a kiss on your cheek, he tried to not scare you away. He didn’t want to do to much too soon. The alcohol gave you some much needed confidence, and you wanted to kiss the man you’d loved from afar properly,

“I think you missed” you said, pulling him by his collar. He caught your lips with his own. Deepening the kiss by gently placing his hand and pulling you in by the back of your neck. His lips fitted yours perfectly, your body warmed with his touch.

Bjørn Ironside the man no woman would seem to keep, was yours.

[silkythewriter]

could I request hcs for king dice and the devil (seperate or poly is fine!!) with a gender neutral reader who really likes physical affection, but gets flustered/shy when they actually get it? just something cute and fluffy if you can! no worries if not :]

King dice and the devil with a S/O who really likes physical affection but gets flustered when actually getting it!

Summary: king dice and the devil (seperate and poly) with a gender neutral reader who really likes physical affection, but gets flustered/shy when they actually get it!

EEEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SINCE IM THE SAME >///////< also I’ll be doing it separately! And together! So first I’ll do each character separate and then at the end I’ll make it poly! Thank you for the adorable idea anon!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! And sorry if they are OOC!

Daily song suggestion!

Warnings!: none!

Fandom: cuphead/the cup/mug brothers

💜King Dice🎲

He doesn’t just let anyone touch him so count yourself lucky, it shows how special you are to him and how much you matter!

I feel like he’s the exact same just better at hiding it! He loves to tease you about it but he’s still a gentleman while doing so!

Loves wrapping his arm around your waist while you two are close or just walking some where! And when he sees you all flustered it just makes him pull you closer

When the cup brothers get him really pissed off in a particular day he usually goes to you for comfort, like cuddling,just hanging out with eachother,or doing skin care together!

he loves to see how flustered/shy he can make you in a short amount of time like a small game between you two he finds it adorable when you can barely last a few minutes-

He likes to hug your from behind outta no where and start complementing you which makes your really flustered he can tell by how silent you are 💀

He knows you like physical affection most of the time so whenever he isn’t serving the devil or doing other things to capture the cup brothers he loves to hold you! Or just chill out in eachother s arms!

I feel like while cuddling he likes when you lay your head on he’s chest while he plays with your hair or just talks to you about his day or his new plans /schemes

Overall he just loves your reaction he finds it adorable probably will abuse this power so beware 💀

❤️‍🔥 The Devil ❤️‍🔥

He is more brutal with teasing and will not hold back in public this man will do the absolute most just to make you shy/flustered in the worst time possible

Loves wrapping his tail around whatever body part he can reach like your leg,arm,waist,etc! He also loves pointing out your blushing mess of a face as you try hiding it

But forbid he sees someone else making your flustered or teasing you about it there’s already smoke already coming out of his ears as he banishes them to the deeps of hell so Thats a warning to anyone else who does 💀

I feel like he’s kinda like a cat ya know, purring,fluffy,etc so like whenever you guys are cuddling or something he’s always purring it’s really cute but he’ll never admit it

 He likes to brag to his little demon minions about how only he can make you feel that way ( at least he believes so It’d be better to just let him believe that 💀) and how he loves your expressions when he randomly hugs you or holds you waist etc

He’s careful touching you though cause of his sharp nails he doesn’t wanna accidentally scratch you or hurt you so he might be a bit careful about it

He’s almost anywhere you are unless he has serious business to do but other then that he’s stuck to your hip, doesn’t really care who’s watching or where you guys are he’s just gonna embarrass you by holding your waist or whatever makes you the most flustered infront of anyone

Depending on your height he likes to rest his head on yours and if your tall he’ll just lay it on your shoulder!

Overall a big tease I mean it’s kinda expected but other then that his pretty chill!

✨💜King dice + the devil❤️‍🔥

R.I.P you cause your face is gonna be heating up every few seconds while with these two

They team up to tease you by one flirting and the other Hugging you etc so good luck too you

I feel like they would plan together what to do to get you flustered but King dice has saved you multiple times by calming down the plans

They are a menace to you and anyone around you 💀

The devil usually takes the lead while king dice follows along helping move the plan along while the devil does the big parts

They mix well together at least with a third person in the relationship because it balances everything out

They love cuddling you to death randomly they basically snatch you from whatever your doing and just cuddle you-

They both abuse their powers together so look out for that-

They both try one upping each other while flustering you it’s kinda like a game ( like said in the king dice section!) sometimes they take it to far but they know when to stop

Overall they both balance eachother out but still love making you overly flustered without a word they both love you a lot!

Hello! I am so sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes! I was taking a bit longer on this one then I wanted too so I didn’t have time to read over! But absolutely loved the adorable request! I hope you enjoy!

[magicalstripedhorse]

Ok ok. I’ve been thinking about Lucy and Jesse. Specifically that scene where he comments on her family money right??

What if her family didn’t have issues with her job??? Like they’re just happy she’s doing something she loves??? Just little Lucy Tara living her best life in Hawaii with more money than she knows what to do with!!! But she keeps it quite cause people look at her differently when they find out

And then one day she makes some benign comment about it. Like they need to get to another island for a case but it’s gonna take too long and she’s just like ‘I’ll get a chopper’ or something?!?!

And the whole gang (minus Jesse and Jane) just look at her dumbfounded and Kate is just wide eyed like ‘WTF??’

Anyway I’ve had too much time to think about this so now you have to as well

Omg, okay okay okay, but...

I see you and I'll raise: Lucy, supportive parents and trust fund and all, only she doesn't really know what to do with so much money.

Her whole life still fits in a duffel bag, she doesn't really buy much for herself (aside from some really nice new outfits now and then, ('cause when you've got that swagger, you gotta dress the part).

So instead, her money mostly goes into helping out random small businesses around the island. Like, proper investments. No one knows about this except the owners, obviously. This means she gets to call in a lot of random favours from a lot of random places.

Need to get to one of the other islands but not in the mood to wait for CGIS' fleet? Call in a favour for a helicopter ride with one of the local tour companies. The sweet old lady down at records retiring? Three different bakeries and a coffee shop mysteriously sponsored a massive amount of pastries and caffeine. Anyone wondering why (and how) she buys so much pizza from that one place down the block? She gets a really nice discount, don't overthink it.

No one knows how she does it, but no one thinks to look into it because it's Lucy, so they just wait it out.

Kate has no clue. Lucy buys a ton of groceries every month, goes half-in on all the rent and utilities (because that's what they agreed on). Kate finds really nice little gifts for her around the house every couple weeks, things she saw online and showed Lucy, or something that Lucy said reminded her of Kate or thought it would look good on her. Small stuff. But the quality is impeccable. She's tried questioning it before only to get distracted by something else Lucy says. So she's mostly learned to let it go.

Until Jesse mentions the favours. Until Ernie (in his own polite way) starts poking at the subject and it gets out. They're all amused, and very embarrassed about underestimating Lucy's business savvy (albeit unintentionally). Kate makes her promise to not spend so much money on gifts and things, though Lucy manages to amend the conditions of the promise with some of her charm before she finally agrees.

[raineandsky]

Frienemies

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The villain sidesteps the hero’s punch with the same shit-eating grin they were wearing the other day. “You missed,” the villain says lightly as their fist swings into the empty space.

After the villain came across them at the bus stop, the hero had feared the worst about their work, but they’d been quite happy to continue their usual misdeeds and annoying dodging of the hero’s punches. The only aspect remaining of that evening is that grin the villain has that they wish they could slap off the criminal’s face.

“Oh, don’t muddy the face, dear,” they continue as the hero rounds on them for another go, their fist just brushing against the villain’s hair as they lean back from their fist. “I have a date tonight. I want to look my best.”

“As if you could ever get a date,” the hero finally retorts, and the grin they get at the response is ecstatic. 

“You think too low of me, [Hero].” Their body is poised for the edge of the roof, about to make another one of their easily preventable escapes. “I think I’ve found someone quite special.”

-

The cafe is quieter in the evenings, and Jace is forever thankful for that. They got out from the agency half an hour ago, their hero persona discarded at the door, and they barely had time to make themself look half-decent before heading here.

The bell to the cafe tingles lightly as they push it open, and someone at one of the tables jumps up excitedly at their entrance. “Jace!” the villain – or Maxi, they suppose – calls with a quick wave over.

They smile as Jace sits opposite them, the expression almost kind. “I didn’t think you’d actually call.” Maxi pushes a drink towards them – a caramel latte. Their favourite. “I’m flattered you did though. Wasn’t sure if we were good enough friends.”

“Why’d you get this?” Jace gestures to the drink in front of them, and the grin returns. The adrenaline of the fight is missing though, so instead of leaping across the table at them Jace just scowls knowingly.

“You always go to the coffee shop outside the agency and get one,” they say as if it's obvious information. “What, do you not want it? I’ll have it.”

Jace raises the cup hurriedly to their mouth to stop Maxi as they lean across the table, relieved when they lean back again in their chair as they take a sip of it. It’s nice – warm, not too hot, with just the right amount of caramel to balance out the coffee. First the umbrella, and now the oddly flavourful drink. What’s with the pleasantries outside of work?

“I heard that [Villain] was going on a date this evening,” Maxi continues, their voice laced with amused pointedness, and Jace’s scowl only deepens at the words.

“I doubt that,” they say flatly, admittedly a little smug when Maxi deflates. “I don’t really see why anyone in their right mind would like them.”

“They’re not that bad really–”

“You’re siding with the person trying to level the city every week?”

Maxi opens their mouth to defend themself, but the silence that follows proves how nothing comes to mind that saves face as a civilian. Jace takes another innocent sip as their gaze turns to the table worriedly.

“Do you really think they’re that bad?”

Jace meets their somewhat pathetic gaze with dismay. Are they really doing this now?

“I think us civilians generally don’t like the guy trying to destroy our stuff all the time,” they say pointedly, and Maxi nods like they’re taking mental notes. “I don’t think they’re a lost cause, though. Just... on the wrong tracks.”

“As if the heroes are on the right ones,” Maxi spits a little too harshly.

“I thought you wanted me to rant about my boss, anyway,” they cut in quickly. Probably best for the both of them if they’re not loudly announcing a dislike for the agency. “And you don’t have the excuse of a bus to leave this time.”

Maxi perks up a little at that. “More fuel to the fire,” they say lightly, their previous bitterness gone. “Do tell.”

Jace tells them about how the superhero made a show of embarrassing them in front of all their colleagues and how it resulted in a snowball effect across the whole agency – how the receptionists clearly developed a newfound distaste for them, how the other heroes looked down on them, how they spent a fiver in a vending machine that didn’t dispense anything. The superhero has somehow singlehandedly ruined their reputation with everyone within a five mile radius of the agency, and it’s ruining everything.

Maxi hangs onto every word, leaning their face on their hands against the table in fascination as they talk. They only make a noise when Jace finally stops speaking, a huff escaping them like they were holding their breath.

“You should quit,” they offer unhelpfully.

“Kind of hard with my job,” Jace retorts with a shrug, taking another nonchalant swig of the drink. “They can hate me but I’m still needed.”

“Hm,” is all Maxi says, and the pair fall into silence.

-

When the hero walks into the agency the next day, they’re greeted by a rather frantic looking hero. “[Hero]!” He grabs them by the shoulders and they flinch at the vice-like grip. “What the hell did you do?”

“I– what? I don’t know.” They look past him, their gaze falling on a group of heroes and agency workers gathered around one of the reception desks, watching something on the computer behind it. “Did something happen?”

“Your villain, [Hero]!” He shakes them slightly as if that will make his words go in better. “They’ve gone off the rails! [Superhero] is dead.”

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