#this ask almost made me crack btw i could not Stop thinking about it all week

[mychlapci]

I need to wifeify idw Prowl so bad… I almost don’t even care who does it, but I bet the Constructicons could do it entirely by accident. One drunken orgy and they’d be halfway there already! Prowl’s t-cog reconfiguring him just to be able to fit Long Haul or Bonecrusher’s huge spike inside, widening that trim little waist into a plush, mommy sway. Giving him a perfect, sexy hourglass of a figure just to be able to frag in the first place. The sight of a huge spike distending his belly would be enough to give Prowl his first overload, his horny subconscious giving his t-cog permission to align his nodes to maximize pleasure in his valve. His belly would swell a little with load after load as the whole team too turns fucking his valve, his aft, his mouth.

They’d worship his pretty titties the whole time, sucking, nipping, pinching them. It’d be enough to get them producing, between the forge rapidly filling with transfluid and the stimulation. He’d overload again as Scavenger drained them with his mouth, configuring and reconfiguring to produce more and more milk for the ‘baby’ with each successful draining. By the end of the night he’d look perfectly plush and fertile! But that wouldn’t be enough to change his mind.

No, that’d happen subconsciously, probably by accident through the gestalt bond. They’d fantasize or dream about Prowl as a soft, pretty wife after seeing him strung out on pleasure, and some of it would trickle through. Slowly warming him to the idea through worship and overloads without ever even meaning to. Until one day, Prowl buys a skirt. Just as a surprise, for a little kinky sex. Except it drives them all crazy, and they can’t stop overloading and praising and worshiping their good, pretty little mama. Sucking at his node under the skirt while they finger his needy, wet valve until he’s ready to beg for spike. Giving him so many orgasms he can’t see straight as he bounces on yet another spike, praising him for how beautiful and soft and perfect he is.

And suddenly it’s not a one-off kinky sex thing, it’s becoming increasingly common. They keep calling him their pretty wife, and it feels so good. Feels so good acting out their fantasies, feeding them dinner, wearing their little gifts, keeping their space in order. Ruling the roost, as it were, while the Constructicons drool over him. And now they can’t stop imagining him pregnant, tits swollen even further with milk and absolutely radiant with pleasure. Prowl finds himself masturbating to *their* fantasies in his office so frequently that he has to take time off, hands skimming over his own semi-flat belly. Semi-flat, of course, because they fuck him full of cum so often the little tummy never fully goes away. But he can’t help but wonder how good it would feel to actually get pregnant, if it feels this right to be soft and pretty and sweet to the team.

Surely they’d be willing to help him with his little problem…?

The constructicons need to turn Prowl into a pretty little mommy… their huge spikes widen his hips, their constant sucking on his titties makes them big and swollen, and he finds himself wearing that skirt, sometimes still crusted with transfluid, even when he's all by himself.

Prowl should ride their spikes like he’s lost his mind, finally broken and begging them to fuck him pregnant, to put a nice, fat baby into his forge. He was made for this, they know that.

I am seeing a vivid image of… Prowl with a pregnant belly, dutifully drinking his fuel, wearing his pretty skirt with someone’s hand snuck below and finger-fucking his pussy until he’s cumming himself stupid. Once they’re done, his valve stays fully naked under the skirt, lubricant cooling off and drying out… Maybe he eventually starts going to work wearing it, showing everyone how pretty of a wife he really is, getting off on the thought that if his skirt flipped, everyone would see his pregnant pussy underneath <3

Maybe he gains so much baby weight the skirt is just too small and most of his ass and valve are visible from the back anyways… brghh

[aayakashii]

Heyo, I wanted to ask if we could get some Haku, Jin and Leo boyfriend headcanons?

Love your writing! If you do only one then Haku please, he is my boo xD

Thank you🦋

Thank you so much for enjoying what I write!!! ૮₍つ´˘`₎つ₍ ´˘`◌ ₎ა it truly means a lot to me! I am not 100% satisfied with this one hahaha but I hope you guys like it (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

Dating headcanons – Leo, Jin and Haku

Leo

How did you manage to crack his bitchy exterior is beyond me!

But you did, and now Leo is all yours, which comes with all its quirks.

Leo looks down on most people around him, and when he doesn't, he mostly sees them as interesting or as sources of information.

You are in the interesting category, with a side of romantic and physical interest heavily sprinkled in it.

He'll constantly keep you around him, even if it's unconsciously. He wants you near and will throw a tantrum whenever you need to run your own errands (he needs his parallel play even when he's just listening in to people's conversations)

He's a yapper, so you'll probably end up to date with all the juicy gossip around Darkwick.

Not really the best listener though, but if something is bothering you, he might lend an ear or just straight up tell Sho to beat up whoever upset you.

He is NOT afraid of pda. And he WILL tease you in public because he's a menace.

He hugs you from behind and kisses your neck while you're talking to your friends just to creep them out hehe

Your dates are usually be in very aesthetically pleasing places so he can take pictures and post them on instagram (almost called it magicam help the twst brainrot is real)

He flaunts you online so freaking much. And simply adores when you get jealous of thirst comments for him, although he's quick to ban people that focus too much on you... (jealousy or envy? He'll never say)

Oh and he's spoiled... expect him to whine and beg for you to do whatever he wants and he will not stop until you concede. But you find it cute, so lucky him!

Jin

Two words: princess treatment. It doesn't matter if you're a woman, a man, or anything in between. If you're with Jin, you're immediately a princess.

Despite his grumpy and cold exterior, Jin is clingy and desperate for your attention, so expect him to text you constantly, demanding that you go visit him asap for some random reason he just made up.

Jin isn't fond of pda, but really likes it when you two have to be in public and you squeeze his hand, reassuringly. Anything beyond that is a no-no.

He buys literally everything you think of getting, to the point that even trying to give him a gift is hard because he doesn't want you to spend a cent on him.

Dates are few and far between because he avoids leaving his room, but doesn't mean you two don't meet. He just prefers to cuddle with you and sleep together most of the time. This way, you two can be comfortable alone.

If a special occasion is coming, he might take you to some hidden vacation spot with one of his helicopters though.

He expresses his love through gifts and little things he does for you.

Memorizes everything about your tastes so he can appease to you as accurately as possible: wants to know you favorite colors, flowers, foods, drinks, scents, hobbies, everything.

He keeps it all noted on a secret small notebook that's tucked deep into his pockets and if you end up finding it, no you didn't.

Very, very jealous and he tells you how he feels very bluntly. You end up having to reassure him of your feelings way more than once, because he's constantly afraid of being betrayed.

And btw, I hope you're thinking of marriage, because dating Jin is most likely a permanent part of your life now!

Haku

I hope you're ready to have the most teasing boyfriend ever because he just loves joking around with you to see your reaction.

Sometimes he might just surprise tickle you as well to hear you yelp...

Always gives you a kiss and headpats to apologize afterwards.

Speaking of kiss, he loves kisses. Anywhere. On the lips, on your cheeks, on your hands, on your pulse, on your neck, all over your body.

Haku also is great when it comes to giving you advice and words of affirmation. He's a great listener and your biggest supporter.

He WILL drag you to countless dates. From fancy restaurants, to an empty hidden park, you two will always be going on adventures together.

Also, I think he might be great at massages, so ask for some when you're too stressed from all the work that is put on your shoulders hehe

Haku doesn't really get jealous. He trusts you a lot when it comes to that, so he doesn't mind when you are talking to other guys because he knows they're your friends.

He might join you and put a hand on your waist, but that's mostly it.

Of course, sometimes he might have his moments of insecurity, in which you will need to reassure him, but he's a very understanding guy (just don't abuse it)

He likes to see you in his clothes when you two are alone, thinks you look absolutely adorable with his hoodies.

Haku is absolutely smitten by you, although he's quite nonchalant about it. All he wants is to live a normal life with you by his side.

[theemporium]

im so bad at requesting things so hopefully this actually makes sense lmao, could you please write something about james comforting reader after meeting his friends for the first time bc she thinks she left a bad impression but in reality they loved her? i love your writing btw <3

thank you! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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There was no doubt in your mind that you loved James Potter.

Despite the relationship only being a few months old, you had never felt this way about any previous partner. James made you feel special, made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. James was what all the bad dates and shitty relationships were leading up to, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You wanted him to be a part of your life, and you wanted to be a part of his—which meant meeting the important people in his life. 

He wanted to start out with something small and casual. It was just meant to be a casual night at the pub beside his apartment, to just meet his best friends and the group he had kept close with throughout school. It should’ve been no big deal. 

Except, it went worse than you could’ve imagined—or at least, that’s what you assumed. 

They were a close knit group, that fact was undeniable. And it was clear they cared about your boyfriend as much as you did. It warmed your heart to witness the way they laughed and joked and smiled and cheered the whole night, but you couldn’t help but feel a piece of the puzzle that was never really meant to be there. 

James had noticed you had been quiet since you left the pub, giving all his friends a parting hug before you both started to make the walk to his apartment. You looked lost in thought, with that crease between your brows that told him you were deep in your own head. 

“So,” he started, almost startling you out of your daze when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to tug you into his side. “What did you think?” 

You blinked. “Hm?” 

“My friends,” he said, looking down at you with a dopey smile that hadn’t left his face since the night began. “What did you think of them?” 

“They were great, Jamie,” you smiled softly. “They really love you.” 

His grin widened. “And now they love you too.” 

You must’ve made a face because that was the only explanation as to why James suddenly frowned, stopping on the side of the street and pulling you to top with him. He looked almost concerned. 

“Is everything okay?” 

You looked at him like he was insane, laughing it off. “What? Of course it is!” 

“Baby,” he gave you a pointed look. “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.” 

You opened your mouth but just sighed. “It’s nothing.” 

His frown deepened. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“James—”

“Princess.” 

Your eyes dropped away from his, focusing on some cracks on the pavement below you. You let out a deep breath before you began speaking. “I don’t know, I guess…I just wanted your friends to like me.”

His concern turned to confusion. “Huh?”

“They mean a lot to you, James, and I can tell they care about you too and I just wanted them to like me too,” you started to ramble, the words flowing out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop them. “And I wanna be with you for a…really long time and I don’t want them to hate me—-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” James interrupted, taking a step closer to you. His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you, wide eyes and alcohol flushed cheeks. “Who said anything about hating?” 

“I—” you started before shrugging. 

“Baby, they adore you,” he whispered in a soft voice. “I think they probably like you more than me.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s very true,” he murmured with a small smile. “Just ask Pads. He would choose you over me in a heartbeat.” 

You laughed, though it still felt a bit strained.

“Plus,” James continued. “You make me happy. And if you make me happy, they will love you regardless.”

Your eyes still held some doubt. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he grinned before his hands moved to hold your face. “I wanna be with you for a really long time too.” 

“Glad we are on the same page then,” you murmured, your lips twitched as he knocked his nose against yours. 

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me for a while, princess,” he said before moving down to connect his lips with yours. “Better get used to this.”

“Pub nights with your friends?”

“I was gonna say making out with you on the street, but that too.”

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[limabean42]

Please ennui nsfw headcanons.... thank you.....

ᯓ★Ennui first time smut and general NSFW headcanonsᯓ★

Holy moly ya’ll are horny for her omg. Thanks for all the compliments btw it’s so sweet <3 Hope you enjoy 😏

Fem reader; reader is afab and also referred to as a good girl; oral sex; submissive reader; fingering; squirting; filming and taking pictures

Also ma bonne fille is meant to translate to my good girl not my good daughter lol

MDNI

Spice level 🌶️: hot; explicit

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• If you’re thinking of getting intimate with Ennui for the first time you might find her kind of intimidating to approach

• You think to yourself if she could even be interested in sex at all

• She’s just so nonchalant and laidback about everything it’s hard to visualize her having sexual attraction

• However, nowadays she does seem to be more participant in various activities and less on her phone

• She stands at the panel more often with everyone else and speaks more, even getting some laughs from the others

• She’s also in a relationship with you now

• As previously mentioned she is a very chill girlfriend and rarely worries about things regarding your relationship; she’s very secure

• When you approached the topic of sex with her you decided to test the waters first

• You cracked a few sexual jokes around her to see if she had a reaction

• At most she let out a chuckle and then continued on her phone

• This told you that she knew what you were talking about, so that was good

• Unfortunately though, she sounded like she barely cared

• You figured you were going to have to ask her head on what she thought of the idea

• However, she beat you to it

• “Hey y/n, do you ever want to explore things sexually with me?” she asked with a straight face

• You almost spit out your drink but swallowed quickly, “Yes.” you replied still shook up from her question

• “Well, what’s stopping you, chérie?” she continued to scroll on her phone

• “Nothing, I guess. I just didn’t know if you’d be into that idea.”

• “Hmm well I don’t know if I am but if you do a good job then you could convince me to be.” she looked away from her phone for a second to make eye contact with you and smirked

• You blushed and picked up on what that meant, “Like right now?”

• “Yes, why not? Let’s go to my room.”

• So you both went to her room. The walk there seemed longer with the pretext of sex in the air

• You’d been in her room before to chill. It was a comfy yet plain space with lots of blankets all various shades of purple

• There was a desk in the corner and the walls were bare but a nice pale shade of purple

• Once you stopped glancing around the room your eyes fell on Ennui who was laying on the bed, holding her phone above her face

• She noticed you looking at her, turned off her phone, and put it to the side

• “Come here.” She said

• You obeyed and nervously walked toward her

• “How about I take the lead. That would produce the best results non?” she sat up, “Kneel.”

• You obeyed, kneeling in front of her looking up for further instruction

• She cupped your face and kissed you, “ma bonne fille is going to make me feel so good.”

• Your cheeks felt like they were on fire

• She began sliding her sweatpants down. You knew what you had to do now to be a good girl for her

• You began working on her with your mouth, making small moaning noises into her pussy

• She groaned lightly, gripped your hair, and pushed you further into her

• She was so wet and soft under your touch. Your hands gripped her thighs as she looked down at you go to work

• “You’re doing perfect mon amour.” she encouraged you

• This praise from her made you speed up your tongue

• She moaned and fell back down onto the bed and grabbed her phone

• You looked up and saw her on her phone and wondered what she was doing

• You slowed down as your thoughts were filled with insecurity all of a sudden

• Was she bored? Is that why she was on her phone? Were you not doing a good job anymore?

• While your mind was roaring with thoughts, Ennui was staring blankly at her phone, unable to concentrate on the screen

• “What are you doing?” you asked, pulling away from her

• “About to record you, but I got distracted by the feeling.”

• You perked up, even more shy than before. Somehow your pussy clenched at the idea. You squeezed your thighs together looking for any kind of friction you could find

• Ennui saw your slight movement and smiled down at you, “Don’t worry, after you’re done I’m going to take care of you.”

• You nodded at her and continued back to her dripping lips. The idea that you were being filmed made you want to do even better. Be an even better girl for your mistress

• While you devoured her you got lost in your head. Everything felt fuzzy, you didn’t think you could pull away, encapsulated in her. Still squirming and almost grinding against the floor for friction against your heat

• You could feel juices drip down your legs making them slick. You wanted her, wanted her to put something inside you, anything. Wanted her to make you squirt around her fingers until you screamed

• She could sense your eagerness, finding it hard to hold her phone still as she ground up into your sweet mouth that was treating her so well

• She stopped recording and threw the phone off the bed as she was about to cum

• You felt her clench around your tongue and kept the pace. You moved over to her clit to stimulate her more, bringing her to release

• When she came she let out a low and lengthy moan, panting afterward

• You moved your hand off her legs and looked up at her facial expression. Her post sex face was beautiful

• You smiled and crawled up next to her, giving her a kiss. She could taste herself on your lips and it made her shudder

• Suddenly she was back up on her hands and knees crawling toward you

• She pulled you underneath of her and kissed you deeply again. She kissed across your jawline and down your supple neck

• At the same time she was pulling your bottoms down to reach your wetness

• “So wet mon amour, is it for me?” she slowly slid a finger inside you

• “Of course it’s for you. Everything’s for you, see what you do to me?” you responded breathily

• The sound of your wet pussy filled the room as she added another finger and slid the long digits in and out of you

• You arched into her as she kissed your neck more, biting down and sucking occasionally

• “You’re going to leave a mark.”

• “I know what I’m doing. Just lay there and be a good girl. I have you.”

• The rough pace of her fingers inside you made you squeal and squirm, but she held you down by your neck

• The sloppy noises of your pussy continued as you achingly held back your moans. You tried but you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking up into her hand so you held onto her for support

• “Ennui, I think I’m gonna cum!”

• “Go ahead, let me hear you.” she responded, moving her now warm pointer finger to toy with your throbbing clit while the other digits continued inside of you

• You moaned freely now. The sensation washing over you made your pussy contract around her

• You gasped once you felt liquid come out of you. You looked down at yourself to see a wet spot on the bed

• At first you thought you peed but then realized that you squirted

• Ennui didn’t stop though, she knew you had more in you

• The sensation was almost overwhelming as you squealed while gripping onto her neck

• Her fingers slowed but didn’t stop, causing you to squirt a bit more

• Your hands released the tight grip on her neck and you fell back onto the bed, too fucked out to continue

• You were covered in a thin layer of sweat as your chest heaved

• Ennui looked at her cum covered fingers and popped them into her mouth

• She collected her previously discarded phone from the ground. Whipping out the camera app and taking a picture of your blissed out face and body

• “All mine.” she said looking at the photo

• She got up and got you a towel to wipe off with

• Afterward, you two cuddled up and fell asleep together

• In general Ennui is a switch. She’s comfortable with topping or bottoming

• She’s not very sexually charged and rarely gets horny

• She can definitely be a pillow princess if you allow it

• Definitely likes when you eat her out while she’s on her phone

• She likes telling you what to do and where to be

• Is more comfortable being dominant whether she’s topping or bottoming

• Always falls asleep after because she’s a tired girl

• Not very into exploring new kinks cause she doesn’t care to

• If you want to though, feel free. Suggest it to her and she’ll be down for it if she’s comfortable. If she’s not she’ll tell you no bluntly

• Says she loves you after you both finish and gives you a forehead kiss

• You say it back and cuddle into her neck

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Thanks for reading, hope you liked! I think I’ve gotten more comfortable writing smut lol. Looking back at my Embarrassment one compared to this there’s a big spice difference haha <3

[strawberriesinbloom]

Late Night Movie Distractions

Zayne/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: You and Zayne watch a movie together, but you are far too easily distracted.

Word Count: 1,102

A/N: May or may not be based on a piece of Zayne's dialogue during his home screen interactions...that I haven't been able to get again. 😭 It lowkey makes me think I made it up lmao

This is a tickle fic btw!

~🍓~

The movie blared on the television in front of him, but Zayne paid it no mind. Rather, his focus remained entirely on you, who sat cuddled up next to him on the sofa. Your wide-eyed look and small gasps of surprise at every major plot point were far more interesting than what any movie could provide.

You glanced over at him. If his blatant staring took you aback, you didn’t show it. You grinned and shook the empty bowl in your lap. “More popcorn?” you whispered.

Zayne chuckled and shook his head. “No, thank you.”

He was about to offer to get you some more popcorn when you placed the bowl on the coffee table. He wondered if you only offered because you thought he wanted some. Did you think that was why he was staring? You were such a silly person. 

The main character whispered something to the love interest, and your attention immediately pivoted back to the movie. You placed your hand on Zayne’s thigh and squeezed it in anticipation.

A familiar—yet almost forgotten—feeling jolted up his leg. Zayne twitched, trying to hide his reaction with a small cough. He leaned back against the sofa and crossed his arms in feigned nonchalance.

You grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Zayne,” you said in an unnervingly sing-songy tone, “are you ticklish?” You placed the remote to the side before cracking your knuckles. Could you be any more obvious?

He cocked his head to the side, ignoring the way his ears burned. “Ticklish? Why would I be ticklish?” He found solace in the fact that you probably couldn’t see his face redden in the dark.

“What kind of question is that?” you asked.

Zayne barely had any time to react before you jabbed him in the side. He twisted to the side and you managed to get another jab in before he was able to grab your wrist. Zayne wanted to revel in this small victory, but that look on your face told him you let him do that.

“Stop,” Zayne said. He didn’t want to say he was pleading, per se, but he didn’t particularly feel like being humiliated today.

You faked a pout. “But, I want to hear you laugh. You’re so serious all the time.” Using your other hand, you dug your fingers into the soft part of his stomach. “You never smile.”

Zayne jerked to the side as he desperately tried to tear your hand off of him. “Is that what you think of me?” he managed to gasp out. He furrowed his eyebrows. He smiled…a bit. Mostly when he was with you.

“Yep.”

He wanted to ask you another question, but something fluttered against his armpits, distracting him. Zayne yanked his arms down and sputtered something incoherent. “Wahahait!” He choked out a laugh. 

Seemingly proud about finding his sweet spot so quickly, you let out a sound of victory. “Never let your guard down.”

“Ahaha! Stahahap! Don’t you dahare! Hahaha…!” Zayne wiggled out of your grip and rolled off the sofa. 

You laughed and simply moved to follow him. You sat on his stomach, effectively pinning him down in place. Zayne’s legs writhed and kicked out from underneath you, but you stayed steady. He could only think about how vicious you were as you lingered in the same spot, spidering your fingers inside his armpits.

“You have such a nice laugh,” you said, “It’s cute.”

In a desperate attempt to get you to stop torturing him, Zayne’s hands clasped onto your sides, just like he would do when you two were kids. He wiggled his fingers, but, interestingly enough, you barely reacted. Instead, you simply pried his hands off of you and pinned them underneath your knees. 

Now, with nothing getting in your way, you drilled your thumbs into Zayne’s underarms. He tossed his head back and cackled. “Hehe…hahah! Stop it! Plehehehease!” 

“Begging already? Come on, Zayne. You’re stronger than this.” Your fingers trailed lower until they were fluttering over his ribs. 

This spot was bad, but thankfully not as bad as his underarms. Zayne bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing, but you were quick to break him. “Mmmhmhmhehehe!” Tears were beginning to cling to his eyelashes, much to his horror. Your prideful grin forced him to squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment.

Zayne didn’t recall ever being this sensitive, not even when he was a child. He could tell you were thinking the exact same thing. This was humiliating, but you were greedy. He knew you weren’t going to stop until you were satisfied.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this much,” you said with a tinge of wonder. “I could get used to this.” You returned to targeting Zayne’s armpits, forcing him to squeal. You gasped and excitedly prodded the spot the same exact way. To his despair, he squealed, again. 

“Ehehehe! If you—haha—don’t stop, I’ll—!”

“You’ll what? Use your Evol against me?”

No. No, he would never do that, no matter how desperate he was. “I’ll…! Ahaha!” Zayne was laughing too hard to even get more than a few words in edgewise.

You laughed, but it wasn’t as nefarious this time. In fact, you seemed slightly endeared, which might have been worse, honestly. However, to his relief, you stopped and got off of him. Zayne stayed on the ground for a few seconds to catch his breath before opening his eyes. You were sitting next to him with your head leaning against the sofa.

Zayne sighed, noting the sweat that clung to the back of his shirt. “You’re quite mischievous,” he said, still slightly breathless.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said your laugh was cute,” you hummed.

He sat up and brushed his bangs out of his face. “I didn’t think you were.” He paused for a moment before softly speaking. “I think I smile often.” He was still thinking about your comment earlier. Zayne wasn’t the type to get self-conscious, but he cared about what you thought.

“Really?” you said, grinning, “I’ve never noticed.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re not particularly observant.”

“Hey!”

Zayne shook his head, reaching over to brush a stray piece of lint off of your shoulder. “Would you like to finish the movie?”

You blinked slightly and glanced over at the television screen, where the main characters were still staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. “I completely forgot about the movie,” you admitted before scratching your cheek. “I think we can finish it tomorrow, though.”

Zayne smirked. “Did you have another activity in mind?” 

“Maybe,” you said, moving to pinch his cheek.

[catboygirling]

HAPPY NEW YEAR DAMIAN!!! 3, 4, 14 and 18 for the ask meme :]

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

oh man, that's a hard one. give me a minute...

(some of these are kinda gorey btw, because this is me we're talking about)

from Aftereffects:

It was bad enough that Lucifer had to drag him to a party full of stuck-up Your language, Mammon! aristocrats, and even worse that he was expected to behave like that while he was there. A stern reminder not to pickpocket or swipe any valuable decorations was all that he expected. But no, apparently that wasn’t good enough for Lucifer anymore. Even if he didn’t swipe a single grimm, he was still too vulgar and crude and stupid to show his face at one of Lord Diavolo’s parties. In his current condition, at least. And the only way to change that was to… to… Mammon pulled his knees close to his chest, Stop slouching! his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He might have been crying. He wasn’t sure. He could hardly think. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think about what Lucifer did- He could still hear the whip’s cracking, still feel it slicing into his back. Every one of Lucifer’s cold reprimands Watch your tongue! Stop making the silverware clatter! Maintain eye contact when you’re talking to someone! echoing in his ears, over and over again.

from Withered Clovers:

Even Clover herself didn’t have the clearest idea of what was happening. She was not smart enough to put her motivations into words, but she knew in her heart what they were. It was Beasts of England, long forbidden from being sung on any animal’s lips. It was the pigs, her rulers, her oppressors, now indistinguishable from the old ones she’d sought to drive out, all those years ago. It was Boxer. All congealed together into a final desperate cry, the wild slam of hoof against wood and flesh and bone. To the animals outside, it was simply that Clover had gone mad. That was what Squealer told them the next morning.

from A Bird Trapped In A Cage:

At first, it was more of the same. The Watchers stood around him, setting down mysterious items, chanting words he didn’t recognize. Soon he was floating again. As awful as it was to admit, Grian was used to the “procedures”. Even the pain, he’d grown numb to. And then it felt like his skin was ripping itself apart. Something was in there, clawing at the surface, trying to escape from the prison that was his flesh. Grian’s mouth filled with the rusty taste of blood. He screamed, thrashing in the air, but nothing made the pain subside. He heard it before he felt it - a horrible tearing as his skin was torn open. Along his back, on the sides of his head. And from the tears poured a cascade of blood, as dark as the depths of the night sky... and out sprouted new pairs of wings. 

from An Ending:

And still, the thought of Simeon being gone leaves a gaping hole in his heart that feels too deep to look into, lest he fall in and drown.

from Let Me Sleep:

And then Simeon kissed him. Right on his forehead, where he’d been brushing his hair away. And once again, the only reason Solomon didn’t leap up and demand an explanation was because he was too flabbergasted to do so. The weight suddenly disappeared from the edge of the bed. Simeon wasn’t saying anything. It was so silent that Solomon was beginning to wonder if he had been asleep all this time, and he’d dreamed up the whole encounter and just woke up to the empty reality of it all. But then he heard quick (almost panicked) footsteps, and the sound of his door slamming shut. Then dead silence again.

4. total number of words you wrote this year

45,713! the number has been steadily climbing since I started uploaded fics in 2020 (previous years were 35,250, 31,090, and 2,624), and I hope that upward trend continues!

9. longest wip of the year

well, that depends on how we define "wip." A Bird Trapped In A Cage is 10k and a finished part of a larger series, but "Mikeko" is 7k and the first chapter of a larger fic. strangely, despite being the longest, I wrote the latter in a lot less time than most of my finished stuff! exactly two weeks, from february first to valentine's! still have no idea how I managed that...

18. current number of wips

fuck. uh. *opens my wip folder*

ahaha. 32. (it was actually 36 a few weeks ago, so I consider this an improvement!) (and I'm not actively working on all of those, they're just... you know, the wips under the floorboard that will eventually drive me to madness)

[thebackroomshost]

These are old and from my main account- however- reposting them on here since i never did lol

I have a story i'm still working on and plan to post reaalll soon btw :]

Agoti: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies Tricky: Socks are Feetie Heaties Ruv: Forks are Stabby Grabbies Agoti: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties Tricky: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies Ruv: Stamps are Lickie Stickies Tabi, annoyed: You are disappointments

Whitty: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Ruv: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Whitty, desperately, as Ruv bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Ruv: Oh! B positive. Whitty: DON’T TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Ruv:  Whitty: Okay, truth or dare? Ruv: Truth Whitty: How many hours have you slept this week? Ruv: Ruv: …Dare Whitty: Go to bed. Ruv: I don’t like this game. Whitty: Ruv, keep an eye on Boyfriend today. They’re going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Ruv: Sure, I’d love to see Boyfriend get punched. Whitty: Try again. Ruv, sighing: I will stop Boyfriend from getting punched.

Ruv: Am I going too far? Whitty: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Ruv: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Whitty: Wow, you could start with a ‘good morning’. Ruv: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Ruv: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Whitty: … Your what? Ruv: My friends. Tricky: Are they saying “friends”? Tabi: I think they’re being sarcastic. Agoti: No, no, no, this is delirium, they’ve cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Ruv! All of your friends are in this room. Ruv: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Ruv: Favorite horror movie? Whitty: It Tricky: Saw Tabi: Annabelle Agoti: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Ruv: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Whitty: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Tricky: I recorded the dumb stuff. Tabi: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Agoti: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Ruv: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Whitty: 'Prettiest Smile’ Tricky: 'Nicest Personality’ Tabi: 'Most likely to start a bar fight’ Agoti: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one’

Steve: *Gently taps table* John: *Taps back* Ted: What are they doing? Skittles: Morse code. Steve: *Aggressively taps table* John: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Ted: Dammit, Steve! Steve: What?! It wasn’t me! Ted: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, John! John: Not me either. Ted: Oh…Then who set the house on fire? Skittles: *whistles*

Ted: *Screams* Steve: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Skittles: Should we do something?! John, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Ted: Why are you on the floor? Steve: I’m depressed. Steve: Also I was stabbed, can you get John, please.

Ted: John, my old arch enemy. Steve: … I thought I was your arch enemy? Ted: I have a life outside of you, Steve. Ted, driving Steve and John: So how was your day? Steve: We almost got surprise adopted! Ted: What? John: We almost got kidnapped. Ted: Oh, okay. Ted: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

[todourouki]

REQUEST Any chance you’d please write a Bakugou x reader where they are in a secret relationship and he needs to vent but she’s having a shower so he walks THROUGH THE GIRLS BATHROOM and all the girls follow him like wtf is he doing, and they just watch as he just starts having a conversation with the reader, hands her her towel, her face stuff, just helping her get ready while absolutely ranting about complete bullshit and to calm him she just kissed him and they are like 🤭 (last years, of age ofc)

Title: Definitely What It Looks Like

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Explicit Language

Not even Mina, an avid member of the Bakusquad, suspected that Bakugou of all people would follow you around like a lost-puppy and a clear pout drawn on his skin. Not during their first year at UA, and definitely not now in their third.

Yet somehow, the pink girl, Asui, Hagakure, Uraraka, Jirou, and Momo found themselves crammed in utter silence and confusion into the small bathroom entrance before the showers where a pouty Bakugou stood with you while you showered.

Sure, Mina always suspected there was some form of secret friendship going on between the two of you. Yet the minute she watched the blond boy shuffle into the girls bathroom was a sight she couldn’t just ignore. Thus resulting in her gathering all the other girls and listening in on the conversation in nothing but shock.

“You just don’t fucking understand, you always want to play little miss princess.” Bakugou growled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the tiled wall.

He couldn’t see your expression due to your frame being hidden behind the shower curtain, but he could practically feel the smirk plastered across your face as you scoffed at his words.

“Katsu, just admit it— pass me my conditioner please— you actually enjoy being around him. It’s okay.” You joked, reaching a wet arm out as he shoved the container into your hands.

The girls all watched in shock, staring at each other before going back to the scene in shock. Katsu? His first-name, and at that, a nickname? For Bakugou? Who was willingly doing what you asked him to do?

“Yeah but that’s not the fucking point— do you want me to pass you the body wash too?” He froze, waiting for your response as he reached down into your shower caddie and held the bottle in his right hand as he tossed it up and down into the air.

“No not yet baby, continue.”

Watching Bakugou place the body soap bottle down, Mina’s eyes almost popped out the socket. “Baby?!” Hagakure whispered in disbelief.

None of the girls could believe their ears, not even their own eyes could be trusted. This was something they had never expected, not even from a Tsundere like Bakugou. The man who had a problem obeying orders from anyone but himself was allowing a girl to call him out his name twice and do favors for you? It just never ended.

“Half and half bastard thinks he can call me his friend for three years! Always hanging out with me and always trying to make me fucking laugh. He takes me as a joke Y/N, I know it. I know Deku and him fucking talk about me.” He continued to ramble, allowing you to slip in a few sounds to signify you were listening.

“Fucking Icy-Hot just pisses me off because it’s like, who the fuck do you think you are being my friend now—”

“Ah, so he is a friend?” You questioned, a teasing tone playing at your lips as Bakugou began fuming at the thought of the idea.

“What?! No fucking way!” He yelled, a crack erupting from his left hand that was free of any hair washing bottle. The sound caused you to poke your head out of the curtain, face smitten in disbelief and antagonization.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s at least some type of friend to you, Katsuki.”

Your words rang through the room, the girls watching as Bakugou’s ears became a hazy red color. He sucked his teeth, glaring at your face with nothing but defeat written in his eyes. It wasn’t like he wanted to admit defeat, but it also wasn’t like he wanted to admit the boy was his friend and that was clear.

Yet watching your smirking face drop with water and your head stick wetly to the back of your scalp, he couldn’t help but obey your orders of responding to your statement.

“Tch, I cant lie if you have that stupid fucking face on.” He muttered with fake anger, turning his eyes away from yours and beginning to read the English words he couldn’t completely understand stuck into the pink bottle.

Your eyes never left his though, adoration written in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend (unbeknownst to the group of girls spying in on the interaction at the time) try to act as if he wasn’t actually fond of having another friend around.

“If my face is so stupid, why does it seem to me as if you want to kiss it?” You teased.

Without being able to stop it, a squeal left Mina’s lips and her eyes widened in utter shock. Following her squeal as well as the round of gasps from the other girls, Bakugou’s head snapped towards the door with his eyes in slits.

If he found out they were spying on him, especially during a moment so intimate for him, they would all be done for. With a hand on one another’s face, all the girls pressed their pajama covered bodies against the bathroom wall and tried to silence their own breathing.

“Who’s there?!” Bakugou yelled, his quirk activating aggressively as he placed the bottle on his hand on the ground and keeping his guard up.

The girls each clasped their hands across their face, Hagakure peeking her head over the edge of the doorway to see if he was on his way down. Instead, Bakugou was still next to your shower stall, eyes glancing around the room feverishly as if nervous they could get caught in any moment.

Technically, you were both already caught but whatever.

Hagakure gave the signal (tapping Yaoyorozu on her shoulder and creating a chain) to signal to the other girls that the coast was clear to look.

When their eyes reached the corner though, they watched as you slipped your head through the curtains and gave the angry boy pouty lips. “Gimme kiss, my big, strong, angry man.”

Your teasing words weren’t the only shock, because the way Bakugou rolled his eyes and smirked into your face as he pulled your lips onto his was what really took the cake for the girls. They couldn’t even utter a single sound, watching as the two of you locked lips and released as if it was nothing.

The only sound filling the room was the small muttering from the whisper you said to him, turning your head back between the curtains and continuing to wash the soap off your body. Bakugou’s face wasn’t visible to the girls since he faced the opposite direction, but the chuckle he slipped out made the hairs on their arms stand up.

“I hope you and your little fucking friends are done spying on my girlfriend and I, Raccoon-Eyes,” his voice announced, making Mina and the other girls’s eyes widen in disbelief, fear, and embarrassment, “because you have three seconds to get the fuck out or I’m blasting you all you hell.”

The threat didn’t fall on loose ears, and the girls found themselves scuffling out the bathroom the minute he finished his words. Bakugou didn’t follow them though, only smirking as he gripped the towel he planned on passing to you the minute you shut the water off.

Mina, on the other hand, clenched her chest as she ran over to the elevator with Momo and Jirou since all the girls split up the moment they ran. The image of the kiss and the conversation passed through her mind, a wide and proud smile covering her naturally pink face.

I can’t wait to tell Kaminari he owes me $20 for thinking he can get a girlfriend before Bakugou does.

—

I hope this was okay, anon! Btw this has got to be one of my fav requests LMAO it was mad cute to write. Thank youuu <3 | heilly <3

[zv5x]

Yandere pico x badass/reader during the shooting in school,

Y/n had shown cassandra that she was going to kill her to everything she did,

Pico had to ask y/n not to do anything against her because he is afraid of losing her

Y/n does not listen and injures himself during the shot but has just passed out

ah you to write the continuation :)

Part/?

Absolutely! I really like this prompt and I really hope I did a good job on this! So sorry for the wait and I truly hope you enjoy! Take care of yourself today! (Fnf tags are just for reach btw!!!I know this is Picos school tee-hee)

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Pico tried being nice. He really did. To all of them, he did. He tried giving them a speech about how society isn't as horrible and vile as they're saying it is to justify their actions. He tried giving them advice on how they can work to better themselves. But none of them would just open their ears and listen to him. Pico really was given absolutely no other choice. Assault rifle in hand, he sighed and tightened his grip on it.

"It doesn't matter anyway." He said, cutting himself short and shrugging as he finally completed his meant-to-redeem mini speech. "You have failed the test of life, and I will take you all on if I mus-"

Pico's final words were interpreted, as he along with the three goths below all turned to look behind Pico. And, panting heavily, there you stood. You had a gun as well, you must have picked it up from one of the shooters (even the gun was greatly inferior). "P-Pico, I'm-I'm here to help, I made it!"

It was almost comical, to the goths it was completely so. Pico could hear them giggling amongst themselves, with Cassandra without a doubt laughing the loudest. She knew how much Pico liked you, and she knew killing you would be the best way to get under his skin. She'd take great pleasure in absolutely obliterating not only you, but also that stupid little hero fantasy you always carried around with you.

Pico felt his blood run cold as he turned around to confirm the voice did in fact belong to you. Shaking his head and dropping his gun in shock, he grabbed you by the shoulders. "(Y/N), w-what the fuck are you doing?" His voice cracked, and he shook your body weakly. "I told you to stay in the janitor's closet!"

He couldn't believe it. Pico told you to stay where he put you. He said he'd come back for you. He told you to leave everything to him, that he swore he'd protect you. Now you're standing right in front of the danger like it's nothing. You can't handle it like he can. He's the one that should be protecting you, not the other way around. He was going to save the day, and then you'd finally trust yourself in his possession. You'd let yourself belong to him, you'd love him. But now he's going to be forced to see you pumped full of led. His stomach twisted in pain. He could barely stand with his shaking legs as his mind raced around the possibility of losing you.

"I wanted to help you, Pico! I know I can help you!" Picking up his gun for him and handing it to him, you gently pushed past him to look Cassandra right in the face. "I-I don't know why you did this, but I won't let you get away with it! I'll stop all three of you!" You called out to her, and all she did was laugh once more.

"Speeches were never your strong suit, were they (Y/N)?" She tapped her gun tauntingly, smirking at the sight of you and Pico, who was picking up his gun and standing behind you, still begging you to reconsider. "You think I need these fucks to help me kill you two?" She scoffed at your mentioning of taking all three of them down. In a swift movement, her gun was fired, and you flinched at the sound of popping and yelping as each of her allies fell to the ground. "I'll barely have any trouble doing it myself."

Then, horrifically, you and Pico watched as she transformed into some alien-like creature. A loud cry was expelled from your former classmate as the transformation was completed, and you and Pico quickly raised your weapons as she herself began attacking. Pico almost considered gently knocking you to the ground himself before Cassandra could do any real damage to you, but every time he tried you coincidentally jumped out of his reach to get a better angle on your target. Pico's vision was blurry, and every time Cassandra just barely missed you made him sick with fear. At first, his fears seemed to be irrational. You were dodging her just fine, even rationalizing that you needed to aim at her eyes every time you saw them glow in preparation for another attack. However, all it took was one single mistake, and Cassandra had you out cold with a single metal barrel to the face.

Pico couldn't hear himself scream out your name as he heard the disturbingly loud impact sound, but he for sure knew that he did so. Seeing your face bruised and bloodied like that stirred a hatred for Cassandra deeper than he ever could have imagined it being. He quickly stepped right into action in your honor, finishing off the alien as he had originally planned to anyways before your interference. The entire time, you stayed down. Even after Cassandra's eventual death.

When it was all over, Pico got on his knees in front of your unconscious form. Even with the blood staining your perfect skin, you slept so peacefully. Your breathing was steady, and he could tell that as he pulled your limp body into his lap and arms. Your face looked so content. You were so blissful, like an angel. You were always Pico's angel, and you always will be, no doubt about it.

Pico couldn't help but look at you and growl under his breath. Why couldn't you have just listened to him? It wasn't your job to protect him, it was his job to protect you. He should've done better at making you leave. He should have forced you to go back to where he set up for you to hide, yanking that gun from your hands and sending you away before Cassandra could have gotten a hold of you. He shook his head, becoming quite nauseated. He couldn't handle the idea that he was just as guilty for your injuries as Cassandra was, but it was becoming hard to deny as Pico skimmed over everything that he could have done better.

Pico's lips trembled as he leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead, not a consern going through his brain as your blood stained his lips. He licked them gently as he pushed hair away from your eyes which disallowed them from sticking to the wound on your head. Your blood tasted rather nice, it was something he'd definitely have to make a habit of keeping for himself. The idea helped him move his thoughts away from his situational shortcomings.

Those didn't matter now. Everything was over. Cassandra was dead, and he had saved you from death at her cold hands. Now he had to worry about what to do from here.

He almost considered taking you home for himself. It was clear you didn't have nearly as much concern for your safety as Pico did, and it was also clear to him that he was most definitely the only one truly equipped to protect you. However, as much as he didn't want to admit it, you'd be in much better hands if he were to hand you over to the medical professionals on standby outside the school. Looking at the blood gushing from your face, it was clear Cassandra got you pretty good.

He sighed as he picked you up, still holding you bridal style in his arms. Maybe after this you'd finally be convinced that Pico was the only one fully equipped to protect you. Maybe after this you'd finally give yourself up to him. It would make things easier, at the very least. Pico would appreciate it.

It would make his forever much easier to obtain, as Pico couldn't imagine a forever that didn't involve his heart and body belonging exclusively to you.

[goldenroutledge]

could you do 4,14, and 15 from prompt list d with sarah cameron and a female reader?? love ur writing btw 💚💚

lost in love

pairing: sarah cameron x female!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning(s): jarah doesn’t exist, kie & sarah also never fell out in this. also i changed the prompts a bit to fit the story. angsty but happy ending of course

summary: in which miscommunication tears you & sarah apart. a night stranded on a boat allows for true confessions to be made.

a/n: thank you!! and ahhhh this is one of my favorite requests i’ve ever gotten, the prompts are perfect for sarah 💚💚

sarah cameron masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

The boneyard was packed with pogues, tourons, and even kooks; each group being able to push all the drama aside to have a good time for the night.

And if there was anything that could get your mind off things, it was a kegger. Kiara suggested the idea after the stressful few days the group had been through, and it was a relief to feel your worries slip away.

Approaching John B and JJ, you stuck your head in between theirs and threw your arms around their shoulders. You laughed as they jumped at the unexpected contact.

“Jeez, Y/n. Don’t sneak up on us like that.” JJ warned, clutching his chest dramatically.

When John B didn’t say anything, you turned to face his concentrated expression and followed his line of vision. Straight to the one you despised most— Sarah Cameron.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

“We’re wondering the same thing.” The brown haired boy mumbled as the three of you watched Topper pick up his girlfriend and spin her around.

You pretended to gag in your mouth as she gave him a kiss. “I think I might barf.”

“No kidding. Isn’t that our beloved frosted tips?” JJ inquired, referring to Sarah’s new beau.

“Who? Topper?” You answered.

“Yeah. I didn’t know if it was him or not. A lot of the kooks look like living and breathing Ken dolls.” JJ quipped, taking a sip of his beer.

“Looks like he’s found his very own fake Barbie to match.”

“Ooouu, do I sense some tension?” John B teased at your jab to the blonde girl. “I thought you guys were friends?”

“Yeah. We were.” You emphasized. “As in past-tense.”

“What happened with you two anyway?” JJ asked.

A sigh fell from your lips before you swallowed the last bit of beer in your solo cup. “Sarah Cameron isn’t all she’s cracked up to be.”

-

After stating your opinion of the kook princess, you presumed your distaste for the girl was clear. Perhaps not clear enough, given the sight in front of you as you neared the Chateau’s porch in the hot afternoon sun.

Only to be met with her in your favorite spot on the couch.

“Care to explain what the hell she’s doing here?” You began, shooting each of the pogues' glares as you waited impatiently for someone to explain.

“Nice to see you too, Y/n.” Sarah muttered, eyebrows raising and lips pulling into a sarcastic, tight-lipped smile.

“We need her help.” John B informed hesitantly.

“Her help? What could we possibly need her help with?”

“Sarah got me into the Chapel Hill archives the other day. We did some research and we’re close to mapping a location for the gold.”

“What?” You queried incredulously. “Are you joking? You let her in on this?” Your eyes scanned the group for more answers, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to make sense of it all.

“All I care about is that her cut comes out of your share.” JJ shrugged, pointing to John B.

“What is going on?” You asked once again.

John B let out a sigh. “Sarah’s gonna help us. I know you guys aren’t on the best terms right now but-”

“That didn’t seem to stop you. You still invited her here.” You interjected. “So is this.. are you two like a thing now?”

“No.” They both answered in unison. “Look, Sarah and I are just friends. Okay? I mean I’ve been working at Tannyhill for a while now, and we get along great.”

“You’ve been friends with her? You know what, that’s almost betraying me just as much as she did! I already warned you about her. She’s no good, John B. I don’t know why you can’t just believe me on this one.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” Sarah debated.

“Then go back to your precious mansion if you’re too good to be around me.” You sneered. “No one, other than John B anyway, wants you here.”

She scoffed, getting up despite John B’s attempt to make her stay. “Fine. If that’s how you feel, then I will. I’ll talk to you later, guys.” She told the rest of the pogues, making her way to her black Volvo.

“Y/n, what was that?” John B questioned.

“No, John B. You don’t get to ask me anything. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you need your head examined? What are you thinking?” You lashed out.

“Maybe you’re the problem, Y/n. You know I love you but damn— aren’t you the one always talking about how holding grudges is ridiculous?”

“I don’t hold any grudges. That doesn’t mean I trust Sarah, though.” You explained matter-of-factly. “And you know what else I say, John B? Once someone shows you who they are, believe them. I’ll never trust her again.”

“Come on, Y/n. I need you to be on board with this so we can work together.” John B pleaded.

“I am on board!” You reiterated. “As long as Sarah jumps off. I’m not working with her.”

“Whatever, Y/n. You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m reacting how anyone would if they had just been ambushed.” You stated. “Nobody was gonna give me a heads up at the very least?”

“To be honest... that is pretty unfair.” Pope added in your defense, to which you nodded in acknowledgment.

“I’m sorry for that, Y/n. But I knew you wouldn’t have shown up if I told you in advance.”

You sighed, plopping down on one of the patio chairs, closing your eyes in agony while letting your head rest on the wall behind you. “I would’ve rather you brought Rafe home.”

-

From the uncomfortable surprise reunion at the Chateau, now you were sure that your position on where you stood with Sarah was crystal clear.

The next evening, your phone pinged with a text from Pope telling you to meet him at your dock when you received the message. So you did, sighing as you changed quickly and made your way down to the water.

“Good evening, Y/n/n.”

“Hi, Pope. What’s the urgency?”

“John B and JJ are stuck out on the marsh and need a tow.” He clarified.

“So.. I’m here, why?”

“Uhh, mechanical.” He cleared his throat to punctuate the statement. “We need you for mechanical. Kie’s stuck at the Wreck tonight. Restaurant’s too busy for her to take off right now.”

“Ok. Let’s make this quick.”

-

JJ waved his arms in the air to greet you as your boat came close to theirs.

“What’s the issue?” You asked, taking JJ’s hand as he helped you onto the boat.

“Uhh, try checking the plugs. We haven’t tried that yet, have we John B?”

“No. I don’t think we have.” He answered, walking to the edge and jumping off along with JJ.

“Guys? Everything is fine!” You announced, only to turn your head over your shoulder and find them on the boat you just came from. “Where are y’all going? I need to go back home!”

The voice coming through the door of a compartment below you began to yell, just before the surface flipped up and revealed the distressed person previously trapped. Both of your expressions dropped upon seeing one another as you and Sarah started your expressions of rage towards the boys.

“John B! You can’t just leave me here, you dick!” Sarah spat.

“You don’t know what’s coming for you, Routledge! I’m gonna get you back for this shit!” You all but screamed.

“Sorry, ladies! You two have some issues to work out, a night stranded should do you some good!” John B mocked.

“There’s food in the cabin and JJ rolled a blunt!” Pope informed. “Try not to kill each other, please!”

“Oh, we will!” You shot back, flipping them off. They sped away, and you watched them until they were completely out of sight, the sun eventually disappearing with them.

-

You wasted no time in lighting the blunt packed by JJ, hitting it and exhaling slowly. “Well, this is gonna be a long night.” You passed the blunt to her, watching her hit it hesitantly before erupting into a fit of coughs. “First time?”

“Shut up.” She grumbled.

The two of you laid in your respective spots, staring up at the stars in silence. A long silence, one that felt like forever but more realistically lasted an hour. “Hey, Y/n?” She muttered.

“What?”

“Why aren’t we friends anymore?” She drew out slowly.

“What do you mean? You were the one who didn’t wanna be friends anymore.”

“Did I, though? Because that’s not how I remember it. You started pulling back first, actually.”

“What other choice did you give me, Sarah?” You asked, both of you sitting up to face each other. “You led me on.”

“Excuse me if I thought you meant it when you told me it was a mistake.” She pointed out.

“Of course I didn’t think it was a mistake.”

“Then what did you mean, Y/n? Damn, can you just explain it to me already? I’m sick of not knowing why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”

You sighed heavily, eyes fluttering shut as you recollected, ready to be vulnerable if that’s what it took. Anything to move past this. “Remember when we snuck beers from your dad’s fridge that one night? And stayed up until sunrise watching chick flicks?”

“Mhm.” She confirmed, smiling softly as the memory came back to her as well.

“Do you remember the part where you kissed me?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“I thought we were on the same page. I thought it meant something. Only to see you making out with Topper a few days later.” Her eyes scattered in confusion, soon reaching yours in disbelief. “Yeah. I saw you guys at the movies. When you told me you couldn’t see me because you were too busy studying.”

“Y/n, I-”

“Let me finish.” You gulped, moving on with your story. “I was so upset, Sarah. I swear I cried that whole night because I didn’t know what to think. So, when I came over the next day to give you back that shirt I borrowed, I just never bothered to come back again.”

« “So.. are you good for midterms?” You asked Sarah.

“O-oh, yeah. I’m sure I’ll do fine.”

“I wish we could’ve studied together.” You admitted disappointedly, clutching the shirt of hers you held in your hands behind your back. One she had loaned to you because you felt uncomfortable at the beach one day. That gesture meant a lot, though it was only something a friend would do for a friend.

“Yeah. Maybe next time. But um- I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, sure. What is it?”

“You know our kiss the other day?” She mentioned, staring down at her feet but glancing back up to your eyes momentarily. Hers filled with worry and a hint of regret, your stomach swirling with the same hurt it did the previous night.

“Oh.” You started. “Don’t worry about it. We were both pretty drunk, right?”

“Yeah.” She let out, relieved but disappointed. “I was hoping it wouldn’t make anything awkward between us.”

“Of course not. Mistakes happen.” You reassured, heart panging as you said it.

“Okay. I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” She nodded, giving you a smile. “Do you wanna stay for dinner? I have a lot to catch you up on and Rose is making your favorite!” Sarah exaggerated with a hopeful look on her face.

Meanwhile you blinked back a few tears, shaking your head in objection to her offer. “No thank you. I’m not staying.” You pulled the shirt from behind your back. “I saw this in my laundry and figured I’d return it.”

Truthfully, you knew exactly where that damn shirt was, but it reminded you of Sarah so you didn’t mind holding onto it. Until being reminded of Sarah wasn’t so ideal anymore. Seeing her so happy with Topper— when she had just kissed you not even a week before— made jealousy course through your veins.

“Oh, you don’t have to. You wear it better than me, anyway.” She complimented.

“No, really. Take it back.” You insisted, placing the shirt in her hands. “I should get going.”

“Oh, okay.” She followed your rather fast trail through the home and down the spiral staircase to the door as she always did. Instead of turning around to hug her like normal, you shortened the moment to a small peering halfway over your shoulder, bidding her goodbye sorrowfully.

“I’ll see you around, Sarah.” »

Tears pricked your eyes at reflecting on that morning, looking at Sarah whose jaw slightly hung open as she couldn’t find the words to say. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I should’ve told you about Topper.”

You continued to look down at your hands, ignoring the burning feeling that twitched in your nose to the point of bringing on more tears. “It’s alright. Everything’s over now.”

“But I need to tell you that kissing you wasn’t a mistake.”

“You agreed with me that it was, Sarah. You don’t have to backtrack now.”

“Did you like me?” She blurted, disregarding your comments. “Is that why you were so upset?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me. Before we fell off. Please, be honest.”

Her eyes wore a pleading look that you couldn’t help but give into. No thanks to the blunt you’d smoked, definitely allowing you to be more open than usual.

“Yeah. I did. But you didn’t like me back, Sarah.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

“Because you’ve never shown any interest in me beyond friendship!” You snapped. “Besides kissing me but you were drunk. That doesn’t fucking count.”

“It did to me, Y/n.” Sarah confessed. I went for it because it felt right, because I genuinely wanted to. And when I did, I felt something a whole lot more than friendship.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You muttered.

“When I realized it, I got scared and I ran. I couldn’t deal with it normally, so I ran to Topper because it was easy. And as time went on, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Y/n. A-and it just got worse. I needed you, my best friend. And I’m pretty sure I needed even more than that in you, too. Because everytime I remembered you weren’t around I kept thinking I might cry.”

You drew in a breath of fresh air, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it?”

“I don’t know what else to say, Sarah. I miss you, though.” You gave her a soft smile to which she gave one back.

She reached over and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you into a soothing hug. “I miss you, too.”

You rested your foreheads together before her lips were hovering over yours, only for you to pull away.

“What about Topper?”

“What about him? We broke up.” She stated with a grin, eyes lighting up at the smile now spreading across your face.

You leaned in and kissed her, with far more passion than any of the other times. It took Sarah no time to reciprocate, indulging in the long awaited moment. Pulling away for air, you pulled each other a little closer before lying comfortably under the stars.

“I don’t wanna rush into this, Sarah. I want to be with you but we need to work on some things.”

“Okay. As long as we’re together, I don’t care. I’ll be here for however long it takes.”

-

The sun rose sooner than you would’ve liked, and as a result you had to unravel yourself from the blankets and Sarah’s arms. The boys didn’t waste much time in coming to get you, anxious to see if you and Sarah made any progress.

“Rise and shine!” John B sang cheerfully. You and Sarah stood at the edge, grimaces displayed on your faces as you looked at the boys.

“Uh, oh. This can’t be good.” JJ piped up.

“So.. you guys didn’t kill each other. That’s a plus.” John B acknowledged with a shrug.

“Did you guys work it out? Are you friends again?” Pope asked, reaching his arm out for you to step back on the boat. You and Sarah smiled at each other and winked, everyone anticipating your answer.

“Something like that.”

a/n: i kinda had no idea where i was going with this but i hope you liked it!

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[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[katsukikitten]

Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

[itsivyberry]

no longer his

Mako x f!nonbender!reader

Part 2 of number 1 supporter

request: could you please do a part two of number 1 supporter please. like what happens with Korra added to the picture? 🥺👉👈 (i absolutely loved it btw! great job!!! ❤️❤️❤️) [ @xxspqcebunsxx ]

a/n: thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you wanted another part, I’m so sorry it took so long! enjoy <3

warnings: heartbreak, Korra being a home wrecker and not my favorite person 😬 Mako also being a bitch, Bolin being the best ever. Some major descriptions of physical pain due to strong emotions ig

summary: Korra coming to Republic City not only ruffled many citizens, but also jeopardized Mako and Y/N’s relationship.

word count: 1276

song recs: it’s not the same anymore - rex orange county, another love - tom odell

gif credit: @bolin-hits-rockbottom

Korra coming to Republic City wasn’t all that bad, really. Bolin had already become fast friends with her before he knew her title.

Y/N and Mako were doing just fine, for the most part. Y/N continued to watch the pro-bending matches and practices. The only difference was that Korra began to watch with her, mesmerized by the swift movements of the brothers.

Korra hit it off well with Y/N. Neither of them had any issues, but Y/N made it obvious which one of the brothers was taken. Bolin was very forward with the avatar, making advances to get closer with her. Y/N was rooting him on, while Mako wasn’t the biggest fan of her. Y/N couldn’t quite pinpoint why Mako was such a jerk to her, especially since Korra was so nice to all of them and thanked them profusely for being her first friends in the city. His mood had decreased significantly since she first showed up before one of his matches, and it was taking a toll on Y/N’s attitudes as well.

~.•*✰

When Bolin began to show Korra how to bend during a match, Y/N could notice that she was almost trying to impress Mako with her bending skills. Y/N began to grow extremely insecure, her non-bending suddenly becoming something she was ashamed of. There was never any issues with her not being able to bend, especially when hanging out with Mako and Bolin, but now Korra was suddenly making her very self conscious about herself.

These feelings started piling up. Y/N felt sick whenever she went to pro-bending matches, worried that Mako would suddenly decide to take an interest in her instead of his beloved girlfriend.

It wasn’t long ago when Y/N thought Mako was going to propose, and now some random girl from the Southern Water Tribe showed up, introduced herself as the Avatar, and put a wall between the lovers.

Korra was also leading on Bolin, which made Y/N’s dislike for her grow tremendously. She had been hanging out with him, making advances with him, and accepting every date he threw in her direction, yet still disregarded his attraction to her and used him to get closer to Mako.

Y/N saw right through this, and would often confide in her old friend, Lu, from school that lived in Republic City.

“Maybe the Avatar just wants to be close with an earth bender and a fire bender.” Lu had tried to tell Y/N.

“No, I’m telling you. Bolin really likes her but she’s after Mako. I don’t know why she isn’t understanding that I’ve been with him for a very long time and that he won’t leave me for her.” But oh, how Y/N was so incredibly wrong in that moment.

Not only did Korra manage to break Bolin’s heart, but she soon enough ripped Mako and Y/N’s relationship to pieces when Bolin was on his way to get her flowers.

~•.*✰

“She’ll love these, Bo! They are gorgeous. Don’t you think so, Pabu?” Y/N gushed, picking a flower from the bouquet and lifting it up to the fire ferret who was sitting on her shoulder to smell. Pabu took a big whiff, squeaking and nodding in approval.

“Thanks, Y/N. And thank you, Pabu. Let’s go give these to her! I’m so nervous, but so excited!” Bolin exclaimed, practically vibrating with anxiousness about the girl he really and truly fell for.

As they walked throughout the city to the bending arena, they spoke on and on about anything and everything. Y/N had always gotten along with Bolin famously, which helped boost her and Mako’s relationship.

They reached the arena, and curled around the back near the large patio that overlooks the water and Air Temple Island. The sun had set almost half an hour ago, leaving a gorgeous array of oranges, yellows, and reds in the sky that reflected off the calm water’s surface. City lights were twinkling throughout the sky, and stars began to appear faintly.

“It’s a perfect night to do this. Wish me luck, Y/N/N!” Bolin turned, controlling his breathing and still shaking with anticipation.

Y/N passed Pabu onto his shoulders and adjusted the bouquet. “Good luck, you’ll do amazing. Just tell her how you feel and give her the bouquet!”

“Oh, please walk a bit further with me! You can hide behind one of the pillars, I’m just too nervous!” Bolin gasped out, out of breath from the nerves. Y/N begrudgingly agreed, eager to get upstairs and visit Mako.

She walked slowly along the edge of the railing, keeping an eye on Bolin as he walked.

But, something had stopped him in his tracks. His face grew immensely disappointed, angry, sad, and a whole jumble of emotions Y/N couldn’t name. Tears welled up in his eyes, the dim light on the walls making his eyes glisten. Bolin glanced over at her, his bottom lip trembling.

She hesitantly peeking out from behind the pillar, and was frozen just as much as he was.

There, right in front of the beautiful scenery, was Korra, macking her very own dearest Mako. A small puff of air escaped her lungs as she took a larger step towards the scene, dropped her arms & shoulders in defeat.

The very thing Y/N didn’t think would happen had came true. Her boyfriend, her love, her future, had cheated on her, with the very girl he had absolutely no previous interest of even being friends with.

Bolin blinked, and tears dropped to the marble ground. Y/N was crying now too, as she suddenly watched her future crash and burn. The two ahead of them broke apart, a smile growing on both of their faces.

That was, until Korra had looked behind Mako and saw the two people she was avoiding. Bolin, crying and holding a now messy bouquet that had been ruined by the wind, and Y/N, who was crying watching Korra help Mako cheat on her.

Korra never had any issues with Y/N. She’d always looked up to the girl, who had always gave so much love wherever she went and was never discouraged from people who made fun of her lack of bending abilities. But now, she had ruined any chance of being friends with her after she ruined the beautiful relationship of Mako and Y/N.

Mako was confused, and turned around to meet the eyes of his devastated brother and heartbroken girlfriend.

“Oh, no, no, no-!” Mako said, panic and realization setting in as he reached for his girlfriend. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

He was now running towards her, the tears streaming down her face more visible as he got closer. He stopped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“I saw everything. This,” Y/N motioned between the two of them, “is over. Don’t ever speak to me again.” She turned and left, crossing her arms over her stomach to try to alleviate some of the pain that was reverberating through her chest.

“Bolin, please!” Mako’s voice cracked, turning to his brother to reason. Bolin angrily threw the bouquet at his feet, more tears falling on the slick ground.

“How could you?” Bolin asked quietly, furrowing his brows at Mako. He quickly turned and followed Y/N, catching up with her to comfort her.

Mako watched, defeated and absolutely broken, as his brother and girlfr- ex girlfriend walked away from him in tears and sorrow.

There was no recovering from this, and he soon realized he lost the love of his life and his very best friend, along with his last remaining family member that he loved so dearly.

And it was all because of the damned Avatar.

~•.*✰

a/n: okay so I really don’t like Korra like at all, I’m sorry if you do but I really don’t like her 😃 she’s my least favorite character in the atla universe so it was only fit that I wrote a literal hate fanfic about her. anyways Mako is a bitch in this but I love Bolin so I hope you enjoyed 🙄 also thank you for requesting, it meant a lot that you wanted more about a small silly little blurb I wrote from a separate request!! love you all <33

[triggerhappyimagines]

If it's okay could I request how the dr3 boys would react to their s/o being accidentally shrunk during one of Miu's experiments or something? I thought it would be a good opportunity for lots of fluff and protectiveness hehE

this was actually very fun to write, thank you for requesting anon!! also, i apologize if some of these scenarios sound repetitive, i wrote the ones i had instant ideas for first, and then sort of left myself stuck trying to think of something for the others that didn’t sound exactly like everything else i’d already written...

also, just for fun, i decided to write a little scenario for Miu, too! i hadn’t planned on it at first, but her involvement in this particular request made me want to write for her and i couldn’t help myself,,,, this is my first time writing an imagine-type thing for her so i can only hope i did her justice aha~

warnings: a little bit of swearing

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Shuichi Saihara

— VERY CONCERNED!!! VERY VERY CONCERNED!!!

— you’re so small!! what if you get lost?! what if someone steps on you?! what if you fall off something and die?! what if-

— you’ll have to calm him down before he gives himself an aneurysm lol

— somehow he’s more worried than you are. Miu says she’ll be able to get you back to normal in no time, so why shouldn’t you trust her? Shuichi could give you about a thousand reasons but that’s beside the point

— if it were up to him he would hold you and not let go unless he absolutely has to in order to make sure you don’t get hurt or stuck somewhere but obviously that’s unrealistic

— to an extent, it’s cute how worried he is about you, but it does get annoying from time to time

— i mean, you’re shrunk, not stupid. you know to stay away from edges of tables and other things you could fall from, not to wander off, etc.

— but as frustrating as Shuichi can be you really can’t get upset with him because dammit he’s so cute when he gets protective and you love him so so much

Rantaro Amami

— honestly he’s not super concerned at first

— he trusts you to be careful and not get yourself killed, and he trusts Miu to get you back to normal somehow, so why should he be worried?

— though he’ll still be pretty chill for the most part, he will start to be more protective of you when he starts to fully process the sheer number of tragic deaths you could succumb to in your current shrunken state

— this protectiveness takes the form of him offering you way more assistance than you need

— it’s nice that you want to help out, rantaro, but your s/o doesn’t need you to help them find something to sit on, c’mon now

— he kind of enjoys the way you literally fit right into the palm of his hands

— additionally, there’s now a very small, feral urge in the back of his mind to brush and style your hair like his sisters always used to do with their dolls

— he’ll probably never mention it, but don’t be too surprised if he all of a sudden takes a strong liking to playing with your hair once you’re back to normal

Kokichi Ouma

— did you expect him to treat this situation with the proper concern and caution it deserves? because if so i have bad news for you-

— he thinks it’s so funny how small you are

— like, so funny Miu has to physically intervene to get him to stop cracking up at your tiny form

— obviously you don’t think it’s as funny as he does

— right away he’s thinking of ways he could use your size to his advantage to mess with somebody

— at one point he decides it would be really funny to pretend he’s going to step on you which essentially translates to pretending he’s going to murder you but once you chew him out and explain to him how mean that was he actually feels really bad for upsetting you

— while he’s nowhere near as small as you are now, Kokichi is a rather petite guy, so the size difference between the two of you isn’t quite as drastic as it is between you and the taller guys

— since he’s a little less likely to accidentally smush you, he’s able to sorta cuddle you as if you were a small stuffed animal

— and btw being gently held and all snuggled up in his arms like that??? HEAVEN. LITERAL HEAVEN

Gonta Gokuhara

— if i had to choose someone who’s the least likely to accidentally get you killed while you’re shrunk, it would be Gonta

— i mean, he handles bugs that are much smaller and delicate than you are now, and if he can take such good care of them, obviously he’ll be able to take care of you no problem!

— you draw the line at him putting you in the little bug box he carries with him, though. you’re a human being, not a beetle!

— he likes to have you sit on his shoulders! they’re so broad that there’s plenty of room for you, too

— his hair is long enough for you to hang onto it to keep your balance if you need to!

— being so tiny also really puts into perspective just how gentle Gonta is

— yes, you’ve seen firsthand how he’s able to handle delicate little insects, and he’s always gentle with you, too, but being in the position of an insect in the palm of his hand, so to speak, is so much different

— you’ve never had anyone touch you with so much care, solicitude, and just pure love before and it’s honestly the most incredible feeling in the world

K1-B0

— another very concerned boy

— (s/o) is tiny???? how??? WHY??? HUH??

— at he’s pretty concerned about his knowledge of how humans work and fears he knows much less than he thought

— nobody ever told him they could shrink!!! he didn’t know humans could do that!! that’s because they can’t, kiibo, but i appreciate the concern

— once you explain what happened to him - how you were helping Miu out when her current experiment decided to malfunction and go apeshit, making you the size of a doll in the process - he’s a little less confused but also a lot more angry

— he makes sure to give Miu a thorough lecture on lab safety! he can’t have his s/o getting hurt just by being in the same room as her!!

— don’t worry, he’ll simmer down once you assure him that you’re okay!

— similar to Gonta, Kiibo is very careful with you! he knows you’re much more fragile than he is under normal circumstances, but now that you’re so little he’s even more worried about how susceptible to injury you are

— when he holds you or touches you, he does so with the utmost precision and care, as if you’re made of glass and would shatter if he laid his hands on you incorrectly

— he won’t tell you this, but he’s really looking forward to the day Miu is able to get you back to normal just so he won’t need to be so anxious about your safety anymore

— it’s hard work worrying about the person you love!!

Kaito Momota

— another one who’s probably not as phased by the situation as he should be

— but when Miu told him that she’d accidentally shrunk his s/o, he didn’t think that meant "i shrunk your s/o and don’t have a way fix it at this point in time"

— so when he realizes that now he has to help make sure you don’t, idk, die, he’s a little annoyed. not with you, though!

— i mean, technically he doesn’t *have* to help you out, but it would be a real dick move if he didn’t lol

— he lets you sit up on his shoulder, or in the pocket of his jacket!

— at first he doesn’t totally process that you’re a little more fragile than usual, so he may accidentally manhandle you from time to time

— just be sure to tell him if he’s holding you strangely, or if you’re starting to get uncomfy

— his priority is making sure you’re taken care of and he's not about to let himself of all people get in the way of that!!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

— he’s very worried about you, but he’ll try to hide it

— the last thing he wants to do is make your situation more stressful than it needs to be by fussing over you to no end

— it’s not that he doesn’t think you can take care of yourself anymore! he just doesn’t think the world is safe enough for you anymore!

— if you catch on to his anxiety and decide to question him about it, he’ll most likely go off on a tangent about how ‘humans are at the top of the food chain’ and ‘there’s a reason most predators are large and most prey is small’ and ‘in nature small creatures are naturally put in constant danger" or something

— while you may not necessarily appreciate him comparing you to a small prey animal, you know his heart is in the right place

— he just wants to protect you!!

— Kiyo has pretty large, slender hands, and you fit in his palm rather comfortably

— under normal circumstances, he’s incredibly gentle with you, and his delicacy of his touches increases tenfold now that you’re so tiny

— in a strange way, it almost feels like he handles you the same way he would handle some sort of fragile, ancient artifact that could be destroyed with just the smallest slip of the hand

— frankly, it’s a bit of an unusual sensation, albeit in a good way!! it’s nice to be touched so gently, y’know?

Ryoma Hoshi

— he’s glad to have a chance to be the tall one in the relationship... lol i’m jk... or am i?

— unlike the other guys, Ryoma doesn’t really dote on you and assume you need his help for everything, mostly because he knows firsthand what it’s like to be so much smaller than someone

— he doesn’t really like being treated like he’s helpless, or needs constant aid from taller people, so he’s mindful of the way he responds to the situation as not to end up behaving exactly like those who frustrate him to no end

— of course if you need him for anything, whether it’s helping you go from one place to another, or just wanting some love from your boyfriend, he’s always right there for you!

— however, sometimes he needs to go get someone taller than him to help you out with something, which he really Does Not Enjoy™️, so before you ask him to help you get something from up high (by your current standards, ofc) be sure to ask yourself if it really can’t wait until you’re back to normal lol

— like with Kokichi, the size difference between you and Ryoma isn’t all that drastic compared to some of the others, so he also manages to cuddle you without much issue. it’s a little awkward at first, but at least there’s no fear he might accidentally lay on top of you and squish you to death

— perks of having a boyfriend who’s 3’5", y’know?

Miu Iruma

— you’ve always enjoyed helping Miu out in her lab, and it isn’t uncommon for her to request your assistance with something, but up until now nothing has ever really... gone wrong in there, at least not majorly

— somehow, whatever shrinking device she’d been working on decided to have an absolute freak attack and target you, not the watermelon she was about to test it on, and now you’re about ten times smaller than you should be

— at least it works... right?

— she’s very apologetic and honestly feels so incredibly guilty that she could have possibly let something like this happen to you

— you’re honestly not very upset at first. she can fix it and you’ll be back to normal in no time, right? ...right?

— now is not the best time for Miu to be telling you about how she hasn’t yet developed a way to reverse the shrinking properties of her latest invention, but unfortunately she doesn’t really have another choice

— in the meantime, she takes it upon herself to whip up a few things to make your new life as a tiny person easier until she can dedicate her time to finding out how to get you back to normal

— you’re a little surprised at the sheer amount of robotic tools and gadgets provided to you that she just had laying around, as well as how quickly she’s able to throw together little devices to help you get around quicker, or reach things up high

— if there was any doubt that she was truly upset that her experimentation could have gone so wrong, it all vanishes the second she places her lips on your head (you may be small but that’s not going to stop her from kissing you!!) and says she’s never going to let herself put you in harms way ever again

— she loves you more than anything in the world, and would spend the rest of her life trying to undo the damage she caused if she had to! that’s how much you mean to her <3

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hey hey hey, could you make sub harry x dom fem reader smut where the reader finds out that harry spying on her in the showers with his cloak, so she takes revenge after the quidditch match on the showers? basically shower sex but reader being dom as hell. face slapping, choking, eating out, lots of degration, just pure sub harry smut!! and i loveee your writing btw love 💖🤧

pairing: harry potter x reader 

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mentions of voyeurism, shower sex, oral (female receiving), choking, slapping (like once), degradation, mentions of orgasm control/edging 

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: sorry i haven’t uploaded in a while, i’ve been busy but i have the week off so i hope to post more often! as always, enjoy! 

Once you saw the last of the team travel out of the locker room, you were quick to barge in - knowing your boyfriend, and the team’s captain, was the only one left. 

He was taking his jersey off when you arrived, his muscular back facing you. 

“You were great out there,” you said softly as you approached him, wrapping yours arms around him from the back despite how sweaty he was. You knew you’d be showering with him anyways. It was a little post-game ritual the two of you often loved to share. 

Harry leaned into your touch, letting some of the weight from his sore body rest on you. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do to him. He didn’t even know what was coming. Didn’t even know he had been caught this morning. But you surely weren’t going to let it slide. 

“Where were you this morning?” You asked him, innocently enough. 

“Went to breakfast then came down here,” he answered easily, moving out of your grasp to turn the water on. 

“And before that?” You asked him, raising a sly brow at him. 

You saw him freeze for a moment, but he recovered quickly. It almost made you giggle - the thought of him thinking he could get away with it. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, not turning around to face you. Instead, he opted to begin removing his pants. 

“Don’t act stupid, baby boy,” you said, almost mockingly. “We both know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

He froze for real then, his hands glued to the hem of his pants. You could practically feel him wracking his brain for something to say, but you both knew he already lost. 

When he turned to face you, his expression was filled with guilt and shame. It was almost cute how pitiful he looked. You walked up closer to him, completely invading his space until your chest was pressed against his. You could hear the way his breath hitched before he released a shaky breath, and you knew he was exactly where you wanted him. 

“Did you think it was okay to peep on me in the shower? You’re not slick, you know? I know when you’re using the cloak,” you questioned, referencing what had happened just that morning. 

You had been taking a shower, excitedly getting ready to watch your boyfriend play in his game today, when you heard an unmistakable swishing along the bathroom floor. You barely even had to look up when you saw it hit the light in exactly the right way. To anyone else, it may have just been a trick of the eye, but you knew exactly what it was. You had been underneath it enough times to know. It was Harry, underneath his invisibility cloak, watching you shower. 

And as aroused as you were that Harry had managed to sneak all the way in there just for you, just to see you naked, you refused to give him the show he wanted. After all, he didn’t need to know you knew was there. So you continued your shower as you normally would, finally hearing the unmistakable swishing leave the bathroom once more. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, looking down at his feet bashfully. 

“I’m sure you’re not, but you’ll make it up to me. Won’t you, baby?” You asked teasingly, palming him through his briefs to find him already half hard. When all he could do was whimper, you couldn’t help but chuckle, but you let it slide. “Help me strip.” 

He moved eagerly, quickly helping you out of your layers until you were naked. You moved under the water, letting it encase you before you turned back to him. He was watching you with eagle eyes, not daring to take them off of you. 

“Down on your knees, baby boy. I don’t know what you think you were doing, but I’m in charge now,” you told him, spreading your legs seductively, leaving him with a perfect spot to place his mouth. 

He was down on his knees within a second, not even minding the cold, hard bathroom floor. His lips sucked around your clit harshly, forcing your hips to buck up from the wall. He didn’t miss a single beat, almost effortlessly working your body with his lips and tongues. Regardless of how you felt about this morning, your man was good and you both knew it. 

“Look at you finally being good. Maybe if you had been good all day, I would have been the one on my knees,” you told him between your moans. You felt more than heard him whimper against your body, picturing the roles reversed. 

He got you off quickly after that, wanting to prove to you so badly that he was good, so that hopefully, if you allowed it, he could get off too. You came with a deep moan, your back arched against the cool shower wall and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as possible to your body. His tongue didn’t stop until you were writhing, forcing him off of you. 

When you looked down at him again, a whole new rush of arousal shot through your body. His hair was a beautiful mess, tousled under your fingers and the water. His lips were swollen and wet, slightly parted as he finally got the chance to breathe. And his eyes. Oh his fucking eyes. He looked like an absolute glorious fucked out mess even though you hadn’t even touched him yet. He looked as breathless as you felt. The power you had over this man was borderline insanity. 

“Do you think you did a good enough job to fuck me?” You asked him lowly, watching his eyes widen. 

“Please. I’ve wanted to all day,” he told you honestly, the plea evident in his eyes. 

“I really don’t think you deserve it after your stunt this morning but I’ll be nice. You can fuck me, but you better make me cum twice of your cock before you even think about cumming,” you gave in with a dark chuckle, watching as a blush crept to his face and his cock twitched. 

He was on his feet in an instant, easily lifting you up and balancing your body between the wall and his strong chest. It didn’t take him much longer to slip his cock inside of you and from the angle, you could feel everything. Every vien, every ridge, every throb. He definitely chose correctly when he picked this position. 

WIth every thrust, his pelvis was brushing against your clit and the tip of his cock was perfectly hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t even hold the moans back. He was proving just how good he was tenfold, he deserved to hear how good he was making you feel. 

“You were so fucking bad this morning, you know that?” You asked, slowly dragging your hand up his chest and to his throat. You didn’t clench down hard, but the fact that your hand was there was enough to make him moan. “Who gave you the filthy idea that peeping on me was the right thing to do?” 

“Y/N, fuck,” he said back, not quiet an answer, but you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that as your orgasm was building, so was his and he was having a hard time controlling it between your words and your hand so perfectly placed. 

And you knew exactly what to do to tip him over the edge. To make him cum and break the rules some more just so you could fuck with him more later. It was devious, but it was the perfect punishment. 

“You’re not showing me how good you can be. I know how close you are. Are you thinking about me in the shower again? How good I looked touching myself while you watched?” You questioned, your hand only gripping his throat tighter. 

“No. Fuck. I’m being good, please,” he begged aimlessly, thrusting inside of you erratically, just proving how close to the edge he was. 

“If you were good, you wouldn’t act like a desperate little boy,” you told him, trying your best to sound coherent through your own moans. 

You gripped his chin between your fingers to hold him steady before bringing up your other hand and swinging it against his face, a resounding crack echoing around the empty locker room. His head remained steady, but his entire body trembled. He managed to keep you upright, but he was breaking down slowly, spiraling to his release. 

“You better make me cum before you do,” you got out, at least managing to sound menacing enough. 

“I’m so close. Please cum, please,” Harry whimpered, fighting against himself to get you there. 

No matter what, you could never say that Harry Potter was a quitter. He raced to get you to your finish, and when you did, you contracted around him so tightly he hissed and you released with a scream, unable to hold back the sound. He came with a groan, his head buried in your shoulder. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before opening your mouth to speak. “I thought I told you to make me cum twice before you did,” you offered weakly, still a little breathless. But nevertheless, your words had their desired effect. 

Harry’s head immediately snapped up and you could already see the apology in his eyes. You chuckled slightly as you slid back down the wall, gracefully landing on your feet. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll learn your lesson for that one later - nothing a few edges won’t be able to fix. But first we need to finish your shower, hm?” You asked softly, moving his messy hair back out of his face. 

He gulped but gave you a steady nod before flashing a barely there grin. He was a little shit - basically asking for a punishment. But he was all yours.

[duffs-shot-glass]

Self Defense (Axl Rose x *sister!* Reader)

*pic not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

Self Defense

Axl Rose x (sister!) reader

Fluff/sad??

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of sexual interaction, (Idk if this counts as sexual harassment??...)

Word Count:1,329

Requested by: @foxinaforestofstars

“Hi there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a fic where reader is Axl's little sister and under his guardianship. Her school calls because she punched a boy for tugging her bra straps and pulling up her skirt. The principal is about to punish her but Axl (maybe having brought the rest of the band, up to you) goes off at them because how dare they try to punish his little sister for defending herself? Thanks in advance”

I tried my best on this! Hope you liked it! Thanks so much for requesting!!

(btw sorry it took so long for me to post!)

Y/N’s POV:

I was completely convinced that the last period of the day was the worst. When the bell rang I was practically thanking God. I picked up my books and walked to the hallway. Sadly, my school had our lockers outdoors. I didn’t enjoy it much when the heat was absolutely horrible like today. I walked out the doors of the school and to my locker. I was just thankful that I got to go home. Axl told me that the band would be over when I got home from school so I was pretty excited. I liked the guys in the band. They made me feel like I was part of their friend group rather than just the ‘little sister’. I closed my locker when I heard a voice from behind me. “Where ya goin princess?” I rolled my eyes and turned around. Of course it’s Jason. Jason was the biggest player in my grade, not to mention he was mean to almost everyone. “That’s Y/N to you, and I’m going home. If you’d excuse me.” I tried walking by him but he put his arm out to stop me. “What do you want Jason?” He smirked at me and put his hands on my shoulders. I felt my back hit the cold metal of the lockers as he pushed me up against them. “You know what I want Y/N.” I tried to free myself from his grip, but he was stronger. “Jason I told you before I’m not sleeping with you or going out with you or doing anything with you!” I shouted as I continued to struggle out of his hold. “Y/N I don’t understand. All the other girls in our grade say I’m the best there is.” He slid his hand under my t-shirt sleeve and started playing with my bra strap. “Jason, stop! I told you I don’t wanna do that!” Anger was growing inside of me. As much as I hated to admit it I was scared. “Come on Y/N! Your brother doesn't have to know...no one has to know.” His other hand trailed down my side until it reached my thigh. My legs weren’t covered since I was wearing a skirt, and I could feel his touch lingering on me. “I will know Jason. Please stop. Please? Don’t be a jerk.” I tried to reason with him but it seemed to make him more upset. “I’m not a jerk Y/N. I just know what I want and I know you’re the only one who can give it to me.” I felt his hand slip under my skirt and pull it up. “What the hell?!” I yelled. My initial reaction was to punch him...so that’s what I did. I heard a nasty cracking sound and looked up to see Jason holding his nose. “Why did you hit me?!” He yelled. That’s when I heard the door to the school open. I looked over to see my teacher, Mr. Brown, walking towards us. I ran to him as fast as I could, “Mr. Brown! Please help me. Jason was just harassing me. He was-” I was cut off when Jason yelled, “She hit me!” I glared at him and turned back to Mr. Brown. “Y/N is this true?” There was no way I could lie. His nose was bleeding for God sake. “Yes, but Mr. Brown he literally lifted my skirt up aren’t I supposed to defend myself someho-” I was cut off again, this time by Mr. Brown. “Y/N that is not acceptable behavior. I need you to go to the principal's office immediately. You have been assigned detention.” My eyes went wide with shock. “This wasn’t even in school!” He glared at me, “It was on school property. Now go to the principal's office!” He shouted. I scurried into the school and made my way to the principal’s office. Wait till Axl hears about this.

Axl’s POV:

I was standing in the kitchen talking to Duff when the phone rang. I groaned and made my way to the phone. “Hello?” I was shocked when I heard Y/N’s teacher’s voice on the other end. “Hello Mr. Rose? Y/N will be staying after school today, she has detention.” I had to stop my jaw from dropping. Y/N was a good student, I knew that. “May I ask why she has detention?” I heard the teacher sigh before responding, “She punched a boy in the face.” My eyes went wide and I tried to hold back a giggle. Like sister like brother huh? “Well she must have had a good reason to.” The teacher scoffed at my response. “Mr. Rose there is no good reason to punch someone in the face. Now if you must know, she said the boy harassed her. I think she’s being overly dramatic. Anyways she won’t be home for another two hours. Have a good day, goodbye.” He hung up the phone and it took everything in me not to break it. “Who was that?” Duff mumbled before putting a cigarette in his mouth. “That was Y/N’s school. She got detention.” Duff looked confused. “Why would she get detention? She’s a great kid.” By this point the rest of the boys had come into the kitchen to see what was happening. “What’s going on?” Izzy questioned. “Y/N got detention for defending herself. She punched some boy because he was harassing her and now the school is saying it wasn’t justified.” Anger was now relevant on their faces. “Let’s go.” I headed for the door and the boys followed close behind. We all piled into the car and I sped to the school. I was clutching the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles were turning white. When we arrived at the school I hurriedly got out of the car and slammed the door. My anger was growing with each step I took. I told the boys to wait outside since I didn’t want us to get into more trouble than necessary. When I walked into the building I saw Y/N sitting in an office in front of a desk. I rushed over to the room and opened the door. “Hello Mr. Rose. How can I help you?” Y/N’s principal was sitting at his desk. “Don’t ‘Hi Mr. Rose’ me. Why is my sister here?” He sighed and sat back in his chair. I turned to look at Y/N. “Are you okay sis? What did that guy do to you?” For once in my life I saw something in her eyes that I didn’t see normally. I saw fear. I’m gonna kill that fucking guy. “He was messing with my bra straps and stuff and he uh...he pulled up my skirt.” She looked at the floor as if she was ashamed to be telling me. I clenched my jaw as I turned to her principal. “How dare you!” I yelled. I could tell her principal was a bit shaken up by the loudness of my voice. “Mr. Rose, she punched him..” He mumbled. “How dare you try to punish my little sister for defending herself?!” I yelled again. I watched as her principal nodded his head slowly. “I guess I didn’t realize it was um...that serious.” I shook my head in disapproval as I grabbed Y/N’s arm. “Come on, let's go.” She grabbed her backpack and followed me. When we got outside the boys were relieved to see Y/N was with me. “You’re not going back to school.” Y/N looked up at me amused. “What?” She laughed. “You heard me. You’re not going back to school.” She smirked at me. “Yeah sure we’ll see about that.” I laughed and smiled at her. Once we were in the car I looked over at her, “No but seriously if I see that kid? I’m killing him.” She laughed and shook her head.

Hello! Second post of the night! Anyways thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Have a good day/night and remember you are beautiful! <3 :)