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watari / au
the chronicles of a retired cannibal and his budding (alleged) serial killer neighbour
Michael Kaiser returns to his abode after his work trip, Monday evening — inexplicably vexed towards the World and Y/n. There is no particular order to his annoyance. But the urge to sink his teeth into the earthy ground and the putrid girl’s neck are one and the same. He could fulfill both compulsions at once and still find a way to feel unsatisfied. On the surface, she seems like anyone else. But Michael knows. He knows what the girl is better than she does, herself. He ate women like her for breakfast. Lunch and dinner too. Occasionally. He used to, in his teens. But it is harder to maintain an alibi when you have developed a severe case of stiff back in your thirties. No less hunting someone down for sport. It used to be easier back home. Japan’s scenery has a way of dulling a man for all he is worth.
Michael wants to crush it all.
He thinks he likes her, though. Sure, he often wants to shoot the young woman straight in the head and feast on her flesh that calls out to him like a canary’s tune — but there is some charm in the girl.
Y/n reminds him a lot of himself, you see.
He has only seen her a few times since he moved to the utterly abandoned apartment complex somewhere in Sendai which he now calls home; but each time has been remarkably vivid. Once, she was wearing nothing but a bikini top as a shirt and jean shorts, carrying two large bags filled with groceries in early May. Another, in the laundromat by the residence — humming a show tune, her voice vibrating with the dryer she sits upon, sparing him no mind. Recently, more wantonly — Michael had spotted her by his door to his apartment, pushed up against it by a man taller than her (Humiliatingly, taller than Michael himself as well). He saw a glimpse of her face being utterly devoured in ways which he thought were only possible for people in their late twenties to discover (How she had done that with her tongue, still looking appetizing as ever — Michael had to give the woman some credit). She had all but spared him a half-lidded glance from across the man’s shoulder and rolled over to push the stranger up against her door, instead. Michael remembers just staring.
But before he could say anything — she was already whisked away into her own place.
He hadn’t heard the man scream, strangely. But the tall fellow hadn’t left her residence for days to follow. Michael wonders how Y/n does it so efficiently — not leaving a trace of their existence behind.
And, presently, he spots her sitting outside her door, squatting by a wilted potted plant — presumably tending to the debilitated creature.
He almost mistakes her voice with the cicadas — him suffering a hallucination due to the Summer heat being a more likely cause than the woman striking up a conversation with him.
But it is real. He is turned to his door, when her saccharine voice calls for him.
“Good day, is it not, Kaiser-san?”
He feels himself go into auto-pilot — having rehearsed the lines he would tell her if she were to ever entertain herself with him. He does not even find himself questioning how she knows his surname. The woman gets around — she is all knowing and spectacularly aware of it. Michael wants to scoff, a little.
Amateur. It was cute.
“Sure.”
“Apologies for last night, sir. My date had too much to drink. Confused our doors.”
It’s funny. She almost sounds apologetic. Michael almost feels sorry for the man she managed to sink her claws in.
“It’s… fine…”
She tilts her head cutely. Dressed in a thin pair of light blue overalls, Michael grows suddenly aware that he is looking down at her chest. Sizeable it may be, but it did not make his act any less perverse. He shifts his eyes, and coughs. The sight does not make him uncomfortable — but he realizes he should at least act a little human. The woman places her hands on her knees, seemingly having no qualms of sitting down on the floor by her doorway.
“I feel awful. Really, I would have thrown a fit at myself, if I was in your position. And I did. Twice this morning.”
Curious and amused, Michael asks, “How?”
“I gave myself a cold shower. Then I waxed my legs,” she explains, almost animatedly. “Clean as I may be, it was hellish. Really, Kaiser-san. Believe me — I did not feel good.”
Michael huffs at her strange demeanour and at what she constitutes as a punishment. She was both demure and bold. He’s never seen anything quite like it in a woman. He also tries to block out the image of her showering and softening her already plump skin.
“I… am glad,” he answers.
When the doe-eyed lady (is she doe-eyed? Michael does not know if that is what you would call it. But her eyes are wide as saucers, almost encompassing her entire face when she enlarges them — tantalizingly glistening with a need he wants to fulfill, for whatever reason) does not respond, and simply gazes at him with curiosity — Michael cannot help but feel the need to offer her to come into his apartment for a while.
His knees almost buckle when she responds with a yes, and gets onto her feet to reach him.
“It is settled, then?” She sings, dancing on the tips of her toes.
Michael can only nod and stare dumbly at the cut under her left eye. It wasn’t there before, a few weeks ago. It almost looks like the poor man had tried to fight back.
“How wonderful! It is too beautiful of a day to be feeling guilty. Is it not, Kaiser-san. Is it not?”
He looks down at his hand, unlocking his door and turning the knob but not opening it. “It’s nice.”
He turns to see if Y/n is still looking at him. She is closer in proximity, inches away from his shoulders. He scratches the back of his head and she tilts her head, gesturing to his door.
Michael opens the door, letting the alleged murderer into his apartment complex.
He reckons he should strike up a conversation with her. It is not everyday he encounters someone so much like him.
“The azaleas by the entrance are blooming.”
“Yes, yes! They are. So beautiful, are they not?”
“Mhm.”
Michael reaches his kitchen island. He goes behind it, while Y/n decides to remain across from him. She hops onto one of the stools, and he lets her watch him put his groceries away. He can sense her eyes scanning his place. Michael lives frugally — not many decorations other than cut out pieces of newspaper advertisements he found aesthetically pleasing.
He feels Y/n’s eyes on his neck, his bleached hair tickling at the base of his neck.
“If only my Watari would bloom,” Y/n sighs out in the open.
Michael prolongs the conversation before even realizing it.
“Watari…?”
“My asagao. Morning glory. For whatever reason, I cannot get him to grow.”
And never mind the fact that his murderer — who is also a plant enthusiast, it seems — has a name for her morning glories. The fact that she refers to it as a person peeks Michael’s interest. People like them should not seek pleasure in otherworldly matters if those pleasures were anything but fleeting.
Maybe Michael has grown too old. Kids these days are more advanced than he was. They will chew on your flesh and find happiness in the world without you in it. He briefly wonders if she usually rehearses this same dialogue with all of her victims. Or, perhaps Michael is special.
“I had him in my balcony for the longest of times. Then, my bedroom. Then the kitchen. No matter where I place it, no matter how attentively I water, it refuses to bloom.”
Y/n complains like some sort of petulant, spoiled teenager. Michael wonder if human remains stunt plant growth. He has not tested the theory himself, and with a woman chewing on her bottom lip sitting only a foot away from him is enough for him to finally allow himself to fantasize about this.
He wonders if she is even taking about her morning glory at this point.
“Kaiser-san, your blessings for my Watari would be appreciated at this time. I know I do not deserve them — horrible and filthy as I am — it would mean quite a lot for someone as terrible as myself—,” she starts. But Michael is starting to itch. He turns his back away from her, turning on the sink.
“You have my well wishes.” He spits out, a bit out of breath, “It’s fine.”
It is silent. Michael wonders if she is looking at him like prey. The concept makes the corner of his lips twitch. He lifts a hand to cover his smile. This is the most excited he has been since moving to this place.
“Really, Kaiser-san? Really?”
Still, with his back turned — he lets her think about him a while longer. He wonders how she plans on killing him. Maybe she will take a long route. Reel him in with cherry coloured lips, sheer blouses, a sweet, light voice murmuring his name like a siren song. Michael wouldn’t put it past the girl.
So, he decides to play along.
“Water under the bridge,” he waves, finally turning to look the girl in the eye. She is, of course, still staring. And it seems like something out of a horror film — the way her eyes had darkened, her lips are moist as though she had just licked them, and she looks utterly ravenous.
But she bids him a farewell. “Good day, Kaiser-san.”
So Michael figures that this is it, for today. “Good day.”
When she steps out of his door, Michael makes sure to wait five minutes — until he is certain she has gone from his general vicinity. And he laughs. He laughs until tears escape his eyes. He laughs, stomach starting to hurt but he cannot stop.
He will have his teeth in her by the end of the Summer.
That is to say, only if she doesn’t have her own in his skin, first.
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accident. | JP x Reader
PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader
SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.
WC: 3.6k
WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.
AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst
A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.
He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.
Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.
Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.
He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.
Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.
Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.
“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”
“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.
“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”
Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.
Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.
“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.
She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.
“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.
“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.
“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.
Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.
Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.
“Fucking hell.”
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You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.
Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.
Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.
“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.
Javier was supposed to pick you up too.
But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself
You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.
Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.
What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.
You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.
You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.
You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.
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Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.
When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.
Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.
The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.
Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”
Thwack.
An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.
“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.
Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.
“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.
Thwack. Thwack.
The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.
“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”
You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.
Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.
He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”
The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.
You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.
“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.
“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”
“Mi-”
“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.
Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.
You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.
“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.
“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.
You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”
Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.
You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”
The words pierce through Javier’s heart.
Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.
“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."
Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.
A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.
“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.
“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.
A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.
Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.
“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.
“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.
You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.
You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.
But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.
Now it was your turn to fuck things up.
Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.
Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.
You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.
You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.
“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.
Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.
“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.
That wasn’t what scared you.
What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.
“Javi, I’ll go get the-“
“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.
You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.
“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.
Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.
You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.
”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.
Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.
“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.
You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.
He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.
“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.
“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.
“Answer me, mama”
A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.
”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.
Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.
“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.
Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.
“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.
You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.
”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.
”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”
You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.
“Yes, Javier” you repeated.
He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.
It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.
You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.
“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.
“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.
You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.
“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.
“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.
“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.
“I know.” He says back gruffly.
Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.
“Merida”
You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.
”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.
Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.
“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.
You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.
Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.
“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.
Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.
You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.
It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.
“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.
Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.
“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.
He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.
He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.
“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.
You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.
Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.
You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.
“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.
You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”
You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”
You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.
You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.
Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.
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just saw this (https://www.tumblr.com/ssahotchnerr/732194441050374144/the-person-talking-about-their-dream-scenario) and it inspired something in me KATIE listen imagine during a pinning era with aaron and you ask him to hold a small mirror that you carry everywhere in case you need to fix your make up/ redo your lipstick!! while applying your lipstick your lips went 😗 and aaron trying so damn hard to keep it together he's just blushing due to the close proximity between the two of you i want need to kiss him so bad
unreservedly
no i need to kiss him cw; bau!reader, gn! but reader wears makeup, small suggestiveness, mutual pining and fluff <3
"hey," you picked up speed in your pace, weaving past some officers and allowing you to catch up with aaron a bit more quickly. "do me a favor?"
"well, it depends on the favor."
you shot him a playful, exasperated expression. "ha ha. if you don't mind," you held up a small compact mirror in one hand, your usual lip liner and lipstick combination in the other. "someone's in the bathroom, so i gotta go with plan b. and it's an emergency."
your sentence finished in a near whine - by now, aaron understood your sense of humor, and frequently bounced it right back at you - in case he needed any convincing (he didn't).
"sure, of course." with a gentle chuckle, aaron retrieved the mirror from you, opening such and holding it aloft, steady with his index finger and thumb.
"my hero," you teased and released a dramatized breath of relief, a delighted glint in your eyes.
first, you adjusted his hand a smidge - the brief skin to skin contact causing your heart to skip - alternating the position of the mirror as he was much taller than you. once you could perfectly see your small reflection peering back at you, did you uncap the lip liner and fall into immediate, firm concentration, lining the top edge of your lip.
as aaron stood there patiently, a nervousness trickled into him. he internally questioned whether or not you wanted him to, or were expecting, him to look away. would his unwanted attention possibly break your engrossment? or was it just, awkward? you applying your makeup, with him silently standing there. though, it didn't feel awkward - it felt rather comfortable, actually - but he could almost laugh at himself. this felt similarly like high school, running his mind and second guessing his actions.
but regardless of your preference, he couldn't pull his gaze away from you even if he tried.
the close proximity allowed him to admire you, and all your features, to his heart's content unreservedly, with zero holdback. for example, he never noticed the faintest of freckles scattered across the bridge of your nose, completely unknown to the plain eye. it filled him with a silly giddiness, something he would be embarrassed to admit aloud; noticing yet a new part of you, one others probably didn't have the knowledge of.
you secured the cap onto the lip liner, and aaron immediately offered his continued assistance, obtaining it with his free hand. you flashed him a bashful smile, before puckering your lips and beginning to apply your nude-pink lipstick slowly.
your lips, dangerous territory. as his eyes dropped, heat immediately pooled in his face, his ears flushing as well. aaron bit down onto his bottom lip, hard, silently urging himself to snap out of it and pull it together.
but it didn't help he could feel your light breath occasionally fan onto his skin, reminding him of the proximity. it would be way too easy to lean in just a bit closer, to foremost and finally kiss you, just like he's been dreaming of.
aaron let out a not-so-silent exhale at the thought, and before his mind could wander, as if it hadn't already - your lipstick lightly tinting his lips, his neck, or scattered along numerous parts of his body. the sound gained your focus, and drew your attention to his profusely blushing face.
your eyebrows crinkled as you pulled the lipstick a few centimeters away from your lips. "are you alright?"
it took aaron a second to find his voice, speaking after a nervous swallow, small strain present and accompanied with a brisk, stiff nod. "fine."
"you don't seem 'fine'." you shrugged, resuming your task. only this time, your lips were parted lightly, forming a small 'o'.
fuck.
"jus' a bit... hot." aaron managed softly, blushing even more if it were possible and finding it difficult to hold the mirror perfectly still. his eyes involuntarily shot back to your lips, but he indulged himself - letting his gaze linger.
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Chapter 09
Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader
Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,
Warnings: mentions of criminal activity
Words: 3457
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Your cheeks heated up, warming up to a sweet pink colour. Yoongi's fingers rubbed over your skin gently, and his soft chuckles were warm.
„Hm.. aren't you just the cutest thing? So soft, baby.” His voice was as sweet as ever, calming your nerves like a dream. He was very proud of you for opening up and telling them about your past.
The alpha realised more than well that he wasn't that good at comforting anyone, and in front of his packmates, he felt a bit shy about showing a lot of affection. But still, he felt the need to show how much he appreciated you opening up to them.
You really made him proud.
„Hyung, we have to go; others are already waiting in the car!” A distant shout rang through the small apartment. Looking up, Yoongi sighed in disappointment. He wanted to hold you for a little longer, but sadly, it wasn't possible.
„Come on, kitty, let's go, or Jimin-ah will rip my ears off with his screaming.” Giggling at the distaste in his voice, you allowed the older man to pull you by your hands until you were standing up before the bed.
Picking up your stuffed backpack, Yoongi threw it over his shoulder before you even had time to take it from him. Clicking his teeth together at your attempt to carry it, he walked towards the entrance, pulling you behind him.
Zipping his jacket up, he watched over you as you pulled on your snow boots and coat. Just as you were about to walk from the door to your apartment, his warm palms softly nudged you back in.
„Wait kitty. Let me tie them better for you; you'll trip like this.” Kneeling on one knee, the man held the shoelaces, tying them up in a tight knot.
He didn't allow you to go right after he tied the first one; feeling like he needed to be assured of the strength of the other knot, he re-tied it fully.
Finally standing up, Yoongi was about a head taller than you. Bending his face a little, he zipped up the zip all the way to your neck before he helped you tie the scarf.
Nodding to himself, he took a hold of your palm, intertwining your fingers with his once again. Squeezing them, he led you out, letting you lock the doors after yourself before walking with you downstairs towards the opened parking lot.
The car wasn't parked anymore; with the engine already running and the lights shining through the dark night quickly approaching, it stood right before the entrance of the apartment complex you resided in for the time being.
Ushering you towards it, he pulled the doors open, letting you climb in first. There wasn't much space left; the seats were already rearranged so all the packmates would fit comfortably.
With a walkway going through the middle of the van, there were three seats lining the back. With two seats on each side in front of those, the car could comfortably host nine people.
Walking in, you noticed one of the seats left for you, right in the middle of the back row. With lights shining in the car, you easily walked over towards where Taehyung and Jungkook were motioning.
„Come here, sit down, baby. It's going to be a while before we arrive.” Handing you the seatbelt, the two alphas on either side of you watched as you clicked it in securely.
With Yoongi also climbing in, sitting opposite Hobi, and Jimin in the first row alone, Namjoon turned in his passenger seat to check on everyone. After Jimin pulled the doors shut, and also buckled in, Jin started driving to their packhouse.
It wasn't much longer than 18.30, but since it was winter, the sun has gone down earlier than usual. The snow has stopped coming down for a few hours today, but by tomorrow morning, the height the snowflakes will cover should only grow.
The city has grown a little quieter since they chose to go through the less crowded streets on the outskirts. It felt warm in the vehicle; the heater turned on, allowing you to unzip your jacket a little.
„What songs should we play, little cub? What do you like to listen to?” Turning from the window, you were watching the passing streets, and you looked at the pack alpha.
He smiled at you softly, and the search bar turned on the flat touch screen before him. After thinking for a second, you decided that one of the older albums from Coldplay was music that suited the situation well.
You always loved the band; the songs from their old albums like Parachutes or A Rush Of Blood To The Head were ones you held closest to your heart. Shuffling the playlist, Namjoon turned on the speakers, a soft background noise filling the car.
„You like Coldplay cub?” Jin asked, keeping his eyes securely on the road. It was dark by now, and some of the streets could be very icy and slippery. He was already more than careful on the roads, but with you in the car, no added precautions were unwelcome.
„Yea, I really like some of their songs. They are very calming for me; do you like them too? We can listen to something else if you want.” Your eyes grew bigger with a hint of worry. Did they not like what you chose?
„Nonsence princess. We are just interested in what you like. Coldplay is a really nice band; we made a song with them; did you ever listen to it?” Jimin said, casting you a quick glance.
„You met them? Really? You actually met up with them?” It was hard for you to hold the excitement in; your curious and happy scent came out of you in strong, urgent waves.
Chuckling, the alphas smiled at how sweet you were. „Of course we did, bub; how else would we be able to make the song?” Hobi answered your questions, smiling from ear to ear. You were just too cute for your own good.
Throwing your head back, you sighed in amazement. „That's so cool though!” Showing you his phone screen, Taehyung scrolled through a few selfies with them and the band, taken by him or the other packmates, shared together in their group chat earlier.
Taking his phone from his outstretched hand, you couldn't help but whine a little. You've wanted to listen to their music live for a long time by now, and the pack got to make a full-on song with them too? How amazing was that?
„Me and Chris still keep in touch from time to time; would you like to also meet them sometimes, cub?” Looking up abruptly in shock, you watched the eldest. Your eyes were blown wide, most definitely shining in the street lights.
„What? Is that even possible? That must be hard to manage. Don't worry, it's alright.” You voiced it, your voice calming down quickly. Sure, you would love to go, hell yeah, but you didn't want the pack to go through any more trouble for you.
„Kitten, it's alright. Jin Hyung and Chris just bonded honestly; they still chat now and then. It will most definitely not be an issue for us to manage. Do you want to go to a concert too, kitty?” You watched the cat-like eyes of the alpha with amazement. This was just too good to be true.
„Really? You would be able to do that?”
„Baby, we can and will do everything for you. You want to go to their concert, then? Come here, sweetie, and let's look at some of the dates together. I'm not sure when they are in Seoul again.” Pulling you closer by your shoulder, Jungkook lightly pushed his palm against your temple, settling your head against his shoulder.
Quickly typing on his phone, he googled the upcoming tour the band will be attending, scrolling until he saw Korean cities come up.
„Do they have any concerts coming up?” The pack alpha asked, already going through his contact list to select one of the band members.
Humming in reply, the youngest alpha clicked on a link for a concert that would come up in Busan in just about three months.
„Yea, there is one in Busan and Seoul during March." Where would you like to go, baby?”
You weren't to Busan basically ever; even when you visited Korea for your grandparents funeral, it wasn't a destination you were to.
„I wasn't ever to Busan, plus I bet it would be too much of a hustle to go... It's really okay; we don't have to go at all.” You said it, your voice growing softer and quieter with every passing word.
Hearing a loud gasp coming from next to you, the wide-eyed eyes seemed surreal with how big they appeared.
„You were never to Busan? Baby, no! We have to go then; Namjoonie Hyung will text them about it, don't worry.” Jungkook gasped, his voice surprised.
„Absolutely! She has to visit; we can take her around the city too. Princess, you'll like it a lot. Trust Alpha now.” Jimin proclaimed loudly and turned in his seat to look at you.
„I bet kitten will find Daegu better. There are a lot of pretty parks and art museums; you'll love it there. Alpha will take you soon, okay, kitty?” Yoongi too looked over at you by the end of his sentence; with his head rested against his palm, he looked calm.
„Yah, Hyung, don't say that! You know well that Busan has beautiful museums and-”
Before any more discussion over who's home city was the best, Namjoon was quick to end the upcoming argument.
„Okay, okay, everyone calm down! Just let me text them in peace, please. Gosh.” He mumbled the last part to himself, earning a snicker from his left.
„No, it's really okay; we don't have to go if it's a bother."
„Not at all, pup. We all want to meet up with them too, so don't worry about a thing. We can make a reservation for some hotel in Busan too; would you like to have a nice weekend there? We can go look around some spots; I'm sure Kookie and Jiminie would love to show you around.”
Realising that any discussion you attempted to have around the matter had ended, you only nodded softly.
„My final exams are scheduled for the start of February. By March, I'll have my lessons again as usual, but hopefully getting a free weekend won't be so complicated. I'm very happy and excited. Thank you so much.” Your smile was bright; you were already happy about the upcoming trip you had just planned for yourself.
„It's okay, sunshine. We are happy too, but just for the record, Gwangju also has a beautiful national park and a-”
„Okay, okay, Hobi! Shush now; we can take Y/N around all of our home towns. Don't start an argument now; I can already hear the maknaes.” The packalpha quickly interrupted him, his fingers texting quickly over the message screen he had opened.
Stopping the car, Jin turned off the engine. With the packmates suddenly realising that they were home, the doors opened quickly, with them pillaging out one after another. Helping you step down, Taehyung took a hold of your palm.
Smiling up at him, you let him lead you towards the entrance, stepping into his footprints so you wouldn't get your feet too wet. With Yoongi carrying your stuff securely, the whole pack got into their packhouse.
Turning on the lights throughout the houses, all the alphas were quick to disperse after shuffling off their shoes and coats and hanging them up properly.
Doing the same, you slid off your boots. Hoseok took them from you and placed them underneath the heater, making sure they would be nice, warm and dry for you by tomorrow morning. They didn't want you to get sick.
Picking up the backpack Yoongi placed by the entrance doors, you turned to Jungkook, his hand already outstretched to you.
Letting him lead you through the house, he walked with you up the stairs, where all of their personal rooms were. With two guestrooms upstairs too, one already occupied by you the night before, the pack decided that would be your room from now on.
They will get you furniture to suit your taste soon too, allowing you to personalise the room however you want. They weren't expecting you to move in immediately, but the alphas hoped that maybe in a few days you would consider spending the nights here more often.
For now, they are more than happy with the occasional stays you might be interested in sharing with them in their packhouse.
Opening the door to you, Jungkook was quick to slide off the backpack from your back, placing it at the foot of the bed. Taking a seat next to it, you watched as he unzipped it and helped him pull out some of the stuff you took with you.
Plugging the charger in, you also took your phone out of the small pocket, turning it on.
„Can you put your contact information in, please?” You asked, staring up at the alpha. He faced you immediately, his nice-looking bunny smile greeting you back.
„Of course, baby! Here, let me type my number in. You want the other alphas there too, right?” You nodded, a little shy with your sudden request. You hoped you weren't stepping over any set boundaries, but with how happy Jungkook looked, you mustn't have.
After copying the other man's numbers from his screen, he handed the phone back to you. Be no fool, he noticed well how slow and beaten up the device was; the screen cracked in a few spots. Your phone case must have been clear at some point too, but by now it was an odd shade of yellow that didn't look too nice in his eyes.
Smiling at him, you unconsciously ran a hand over the brown hoodie Hobi so kindly gave you the first night you spent there. When you came into your room tonight, it was neatly folded by the pillows of the bed, and a faint smell of the eldest alpha covered it.
„Come on, baby, let's see what Jin's cooking. I'm so hungry!” The alpha, he said, ushering you back downstairs before him. He watched closely over you as you stepped down the stairs. He wasn't too worried necessarily, but he knew that the steps were a little slippery from time to time, and he didn't want you to fall down by accident.
Walking towards the living room connected to the kitchen, Jin was truly making dinner, just like Kook predicted. With a few of the alphas resting on the couch and the soft audio of the TV playing in the background, you went after the youngest and the eldest.
„How can I help Hyung?" The alpha asked, already washing a few of the vegetables in the sink. With Jin looking up only for a small second, he noticed you standing next to Jungkook, unsure of what to do.
„Baby cub, here, go to the other alpha's bub. They are watching the news; go look with them, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, but the slightest bit of command was in its undertone.
Not daring to argue, even if you wanted to help at least a little, you allowed yourself to walk back to the soft, plush couch.
Jin wouldn't mind you being around him, and by no means will the other alphas; they will always enjoy your company. But still, the kimchi-jjigae included quite a bit of cutting, and he didn't want to take any chances of you getting injured.
Taking a seat, you were next to Jimin and Taehyung, who made a spot for you immediately after seeing you approaching. Settling in, you let them drape a soft blanket over your front. Pulling your knees up to your chin, you focused on the television.
The main news channel was playing, the daily news report going as a nice-looking woman spoke, her hair cut short in a styled bob with a few wrinkles here and there. She wore a clean-looking suit that fitted her great, her shoulders looking sharp and high.
„...ently experiencing a relentless snowfall that has blanketed cities and towns across the nation. The inclement weather has led to disrupted transportation services, road closures, and power outages in some areas. Local authorities have advised residents to avoid unnecessary travel and to stay updated on official announcements regarding safety measures.
Citizens, brace yourselves, as a powerful snowstorm is expected to hit the country. Meteorologists have issued warnings for heavy snowfall and strong winds across various regions. Citizens are advised to take necessary precautions and stay updated with weather bulletins to ensure their safety during this inclement weather.
The Ministry of Interior advises residents to stock up on essential supplies such as food, water, medication, and batteries. Homeowners are urged to clear their walkways and driveways of snow promptly to prevent accidents or injuries caused by slippery surfaces.
Flights have been cancelled or delayed at major airports across the country due to poor visibility and unsafe runway conditions.
Public transportation services, including trains and buses, have also experienced disruptions, with reduced schedules or route diversions being implemented. It is advisable for commuters to stay updated with the latest information before planning any journeys.
As South Korea battles the snowfall, authorities are tirelessly working towards capturing escaped prisoner Min In-Su to ensure public safety. Citizens are reminded to stay vigilant, follow safety guidelines, and cooperate with law enforcement agencies.
Stay tuned for further updates on both the ongoing snowstorm and the search...”
„Did you hear about him, Hyung?" Min In-Su? I read about him in the newspapers; he is a terrible, terrible person.” Taehyung murmured, hoping not to peak at your attention too much.
You were interested in what he was saying already, though. Even if he wished for you not to have to worry about this type of stuff, sometimes it was just inevitable.
„Yeah, I read some stuff too. For an alpha that had a pack omega at one point too, I didn't expect him to do so much stuff. It's disgusting.” Jimin answered, and you could sense how he thought of the criminal, with the despicable acts throwing him straight into the alpha's bad books.
You could sense how he didn't want to talk about this at the moment. Sure, he wouldn't mind having a conversation on this matter with his packmates, but you were an omega, and it was impossibly easy for you to get nightmares about this type of stuff.
He didn't want that to happen, and with the storm that was expected to go down during the night, Jimin already knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep that well tonight.
„Come eat!” Jin shouted from the kitchen, the sound of dishes ringing against one another louder than earlier. Sighing, Taehyung stood up first, picking you up before you even had the time to get up yourself.
Struggling a little in his arms, you didn't want him to strain himself to have to carry you, but with him softly tutting in your ears, you allowed him to. Gently patting you on your shoulder, the alpha placed you in your seat.
„There babycheeks. Let me pour you a bowl; what would you like to have for drink?” The man said this while filling the ceramic bowl to the brim with the orange stew.
Jin already stood by his side with a freshly cut spring onion on the cutting board, so when Tae went on to fill his own bowl, he was quick to throw a few greens in.
„What can I have?” You asked softly, stirring the soupy mixture, helping it cool down from how steamy it was at the moment.
„We still have some juice left, or there's some vanilla and almond milk, or we also have just some soda, but I don't think that's the best for the evening, my little pup.” Namjoon said the large fridge opened before him.
„Can I have some of the peach juice? Like last time?” You mumbled, keeping your hands between your tights, as more of the packmates shuffled in to eat. Nodding at your request, the packalpha allowed himself to be pushed to his seat, letting Yoongi pour you a glass.
They didn't need to have any broken glass lying around tonight.
„Here, sweet kitty. Go on, eat up before it gets cold.” Watching your reaction to the stew closely, they all waited until you swallowed your first bite. Humming to yourself, it tasted well, just like all the food they have prepared for you so far.
„Good. Alpha is very glad you like it, baby peaches.” Jin said, smiling at you.
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Mason and the golden skin
A special thanks to @dulafer, who helped me come up with the idea after having hit a minor writer's block
Body a day - #14: Battery
Mason had been envious of his classmate Chris since the first day he met him at Colchis University, so much so, that it had become an obsession. He envied him, he envied him so strongly that all he could think about was becoming him. Every thing about Chris, he desired and longed for, so much so that it became unbearable.
One of Mason’s former highschool classmates, Jed, was also studying at Colchis, studying both neurology and engineering. When Mason confessed his feelings towards Chris, Jed became lost in thought. The silence was eerie, but Jed was definitely contemplating Mason’s thoughts.
“If you really could switch places,” Jed said after the very long pause, “would you?” “Yes!” Mason blurted without hesitation. “Even if it meant giving your life to him?” Jed asked. Mason was a bit more reluctant this time, he hadn’t actually considered that, but if he had to swap places with Chris, it made sense, that Chris had to be somewhere else. But there would be no way, that Chris would ever accept that. “I’m sure, I’ll manage…” Mason said nonchalant.
Jed seemed very interested in the conundrum, but more out of curiosity than envy nor desire.
“If I come up with a solution – I want you to do something for me…” Jed said looking up at Mason. “What do you want?” Mason asked. “I want you, or rather you in Chris’s body as my boyfriend.”
Mason blushed, “you have a crush on me?” “Maybe,” Jed answered clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, not even looking at Mason anymore.
“Hey,” Mason began softly, breaking the awkward silence, he walked over to Jed, then pushed Jed’s chin up so that they had eye contact. “If you are really willing to do this for me… Then you might as well call me your boyfriend already,” he said, touched by Jed’s sentiment.
Two semesters later they came up with a prototype for a body-swapping device, technically it was a mind-swapping device. It would carry the full neurological pattern between two brains within a very short distance. Mason had to get Chris somewhere secluded, so that no interference was possible, and he had to take a clean shot. Jed was confident, it would work, but there were many potential risks. The device looked similar to a tablet with a camera attachment, except for the fact that the tablet part mostly consisted of batteries in a series. The device took an unbelievable amount of power, 75% of the device’s weight consisted of the batteries powering it.
Jed somehow managed to arrange a meeting with Chris at a remote part of campus. Mason wouldn’t have been successful if he had tried, after all Chris knew him, but Jed didn’t actually tell Mason, exactly how he managed to convince Chris to turn up at that place. But he did, and armed with the tablet-camera-thingy, Mason was prepared to welcome the unsuspecting Chris, who arrived on his bike.
“What are you doing here?!” Chris drawled as he noticed Mason, “is this some kind of joke?!”
Mason was nervous, almost afraid, but still infatuated and smitten with Chris. Mason let his envy consume him, he took some big steps directly towards Chris, aimed the device at his face, and pressed the button. There was a blinding light, and they both felt like they had been electrocuted, their bodies were shaking, but they couldn’t see anything.
Then Mason could see again, no longer blinded by the light, he could see himself, but from a taller perspective. He wasn’t looking in a mirror, the device had worked.
Mason’s body was still dazed and confused, the device fell out of his hand and hit the ground.
Mason was in awe. Chris’s body was all his, this perfect body was all his. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long however, he was ripped out by his stream of consciousness, when he heard his old voice shout at him: “What the hell have you done?!”
Chris had apparently already figured out exactly what had happened, there was a look of pure hatred in his eyes.
Mason’s body picked up the device. “You aren’t getting away with this. I’m gonna take my body back, and then… And then you won’t even live long enough to regret this!” Mason’s voice snarled, his words dripping with loathing and vindictiveness. Mason had a feeling something was wrong, he could smell burnt ‘something’, rubber or plastic maybe, the smell definitely came from the device, it was about to break down. Even a single use had put massive strain on the batteries, the device couldn’t handle another swap.
Mason in Chris’s body froze, blinded by the bright light, but also something else, it was like his mind was clouded by all sorts of unrecognisable impressions.
Mason’s body fell unconscious to the floor, but Mason was still looking at it from Chris’s perspective, he felt a bit of satisfaction seeing his former body collapse. But to make sure nobody would accuse him of anything, he picked up the foul-smelling device and stuffed it in Chris’s bag, then he begrudgingly called an ambulance. Then he went over to his unconscious body and more by instinct than choice began to perform CPR on it, then it dawned on him… He did not know, how to perform CPR, but Chris did. The faulty device must have transferred parts of Chris’s consciousness to him. He was still Mason at heart, he knew that much.
Mason’s body was taken away by the paramedics, as Chris explaining something about having witnessed Mason having a heart attack or something. With the ambulance gone, Mason could finally wrap his head around the other dramatic events. The faulty device had transferred Chris’s memories to him, he wouldn’t have any problem fooling everyone, he didn’t have to pretend to be Chris, he was Chris.
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Promise Ring.
Pt 2 of this fic/ 1.4k words.
(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)
Slight angst, Hurt/comfort, & fluff
(🚨Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Crying, Screaming, Possible panic attack🚨)
Summary: After removing Kyle from his problematic situation with Madison, You notice that the poor zombie has also developed some kind of sickness, possibly from the neglect he experienced in the midst of his heartbreak. He has become your "responsibility" so you take care of him and show him a kindness and gentleness that he hasn't experienced before.
(A/N: ...This is very long, I am so sorry but I absolutely love sick!hurt/comfort and I got a lil carried away because Kyle is my sweet angel and I would feel so bad if he didn't feel good, because he definitely doesn't understand why :(....also y'all are going to jump me but there's going to be a part 3 🤓☝🏾 that will be actually taking care of Kyle because I know that is what ya'll want. )
Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry, but once again...Kim, there's people that are dying.
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You had put Kyle to bed in your room, he didn't protest much.
Your bedding was very soft, and the sheets smelled of you and lavender pillow spray.
You already had him lying down, piling your purple weighted blanket over his body, which surprised him but he remained calm.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" You moved some of his hair from his face, he suddenly grabbed your hand which slightly scared you, but he was gentle.
He pressed your hand up against his face, right on the scar under his right eye from the accident, he looked up into your eyes lovingly.
"y/n t-t-thank you"
"You're welcome Kyle, I know it can be hard sometimes. You've gone through a lot, honey." You gave him a encouraging boop on the nose.
He blinked twice at you, probably trying to decipher what you were feeling, but he knew that you called him honey and honey was good so he smiled, pressing your palm to his dimpled cheek, you could tell that he was getting sleepy from the way he completely squished his face into your hand and how slowly he was blinking.
"Go to sleep Kyle, I'm right here for you."
He nodded, his eyes closing almost obediently.
Once you were sure that he was asleep from his soft breathing, you moved yourself into your papasan chair in the corner, you wanted Kyle to be as comfortable as possible and have a bed to himself.
There was already a blanket in the chair, so you wrapped it around yourself, it was pretty comfy, you'd fallen asleep in in a dozen times before.
You turned off the lamp that illuminated the room in warm white lighting, and slowly found yourself drifting into unconsciousness.
3:42 a.m.
You were woken from your sleep by a shift of weight on top of your body.
You almost freaked out, thinking sleep paralysis had gotten ahold of you, but you were surprised by soft tufts of blonde hair tickling your face, and warm skin against your chest.
Kyle had balled himself in your lap, his arms completely wrapped around your torso, and his head lying on your chest it didn't look like a comfortable position, considering he was much taller than you and practically slipping off the chair.
"Kyle?" You rubbed him on his back gently, trying to wake him up.
He must've been already awake, because you were immediately met with a long groan.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you in the bed?"
"Comfort." he whispered
You cooed, feeling your heart flutter
"Well wouldn't you be more comfortable in the bed?"
He shook his head
"Want...y-you." He said it like it was the plainest thing in the world
You felt your face heat up.
"Well cmon, you can still be with me but let's get in bed. You're falling off the chair Ky."
He grunted, his grip around you tightened
"I'll lay with you, we're just gonna get back in bed okay?"
Kyle sighed and groaned, like the moody baby he was...but he obliged, standing up. His eyes were squinted from the tiny bits of morning light coming through the curtains
You guided him to the bed laying down first, patting a spot for him to lay in your arms.
He immediately crawled into your embrace, letting out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your body around his. You pressed your head into the back of his neck, feeling the warmth radiating.
"Try to get some sleep, Kyle. Alright?"
By the time you had got your words out you could already hear soft snores coming from his lips
5:56 a.m.
The second time you woke up, was from Kyle tossing and turning in his sleep.
At first you thought he was having another nightmare but his face was red and you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin so it seemed like there was something more.
"Kyle, wake up. It's okay you're just having a bad dream."
You tapped him on his chest, trying to wake him up.
He Immediately sat up, hyperventilating and sobbing, his head felt like it was pulsating and he could feel his racing heartbeat in his ears, he wasn't recognizing his surroundings at first, he was scared.
You reached out to comfort him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
"Kyle, what's wron-"
He, threw your hand off of him, and jumped out of the bed.
"NO!"
He was having one of his "fits" Kyle often didn't know how to process his emotions when he was upset, he had lost his sense of emotional regulation and his ability to communicate when Zoe and Madison brought him back.
"NO! NO! NO!"
He grabbed the lamp on your nightstand and threw it to the ground, the glass going everywhere
"KYLE NO, STOP," you grabbed his arm to stop him breaking anything else "you're okay! You're okay! You're not in any danger!" you turned him to look at you, you could tell his eyes were pleading for some sense of understanding, while his brain worked at a million miles a minute trying to connect his pain and confusion to a reason besides anger and a imminent threat.
After a couple of seconds he recognized you as a safe face. He looked around at what he did, all of the glass on the floor and your worried face.
Tears started falling from his eyes, and he reached out to you, he needed touch.
"Kyle, oh come here." You hugged him right away, crossing the sea of glass in your crocs.
"I understand you're upset angel. Come sit down, be careful." You guided him back over to the bed, making sure he didn't cut his feet.
He was completely red in the face, and the tears just wouldn't stop. He was crying so hard, that it looked painful.
"Kyle, I think you're sick baby. You don't feel good do you? It's okay to not feel good, we can fix it."
His big, teary, brown eyes peered into yours as he blinked slowly, not understanding.
"Can I touch you Kyle? Is that alright?"
He hesitated for a second before nodding. You felt his forehead, and he practically melted into your touch which was a relief to his warm skin, he definitely had a fever.
"Does it hurt in here?" You tapped his forehead and he nodded
"Okay, can you show me if it hurts anywhere else?"
He motioned to his stomach patting it, as well as his back, he was finally feeling understood by someone.
You nodded, patting his head to signify that you understood him.
"You're sick Kyle, but that's alright. I'll take care of you. That just means that your body needs some time to calm down and fight something that's not supposed to be in there."
He didn't fully understand what you were talking about, but he trusted that you knew what would make him better.
He always thought you were so smart, even when Zoe was around he noticed how kind you were and how you always seemed to have answers.
"Alright, first things first! I gotta clean up this glass, stay here and lay down." You rubbed his cheek.
Just the notion of you leaving him, made him cry harder as he grabbed onto your arm.
"Kyle, I'm not gonna leave you, I'm not" you shushed him "I'm coming right back, I promise"
He wasn't letting up Zoe had said those same words to him, and she walked straight out of his life after promising that she would be in it forever.
"listen, I take promises very seriously," you gently kissed his forehead and removed one of your rings from your finger. It was silver, and heart shaped with a rose quartz stone "This is the ring my best friend gave me before I had to leave my town," you pressed it into his hand "as long as I'm gone, you get to keep it, that's how you know I'm coming back. It's very important to me, and so are you."
Kyle just stared at the ring, it was very pretty.
"You are important to me"
he understood that enough to let you go.
(Pt 3)
#IM SO SORRY BUT THIS NEEDS A PART 3#american horror story#ahs coven#evan peters#ahs fandom#franken kyle#kyle spencer#fanfic#ahs murder house#evan peters x reader#american horror story coven#american horror murder house#tate langdon#evan peters fanfic#kit walker#ahs asylum#james patrick march
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what's it like dating ethan landry - scream iv.✓
synopsis: what's it like dating ethan landry.
caution: taylor swift hate (sorry if you like her, i guess.), !black reader implied. gender neutral reader, light swearing, headcannon/ dialogue, short(er) reader, not necessarily cannon, no spoilers, mention of toxic family. if there's anything i left out please let me know.
word count: f if i knew.
authors note: this is my first time writing for the scream franchise, let alone writing something like this (I think) so it's going to be something. let me know if i should do more like this for the future. don't forget to like and reblog!<3
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legit the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
will carry your books from classroom to classroom.
it wouldn't even matter if you guys weren't in the same class, he would be 10 minutes late to his and still would accompany you.
though he doesn't really have to worry about tardies because your teacher will see you walk in first and already have a slip ready to go.
he loves helping you do your hair, will literally stop anything he's doing to tangle his crusty fingers in your braids. (if you are not black, you can ignore these next couple of bullets.)
tells you all the time that he wants to watch you take them down. a.k.a, grab your keys and come over to my house.
if your hands start to get tired from hours of taking down, combing out, and cutting your braids, expect that he will notice and expect that he will expect you to ask him to help you.
before you could even get the words "ethan, i need your help :(." out of your mouth, he's sitting behind you with some scissors and a comb with a goofy grin.
wash days with him are terrible. and I mean god awful.
somehow (bless his heart) he gets shampoo in his mouth, water all over the counters, dripping onto the floor, and the back-half of your shirt wet, AND half a bottle of conditioner wasted because he doesn't know how to listen.
safe to say that he's learned his lesson after you come up from the faucet with the angriest face ever.
imagine, glaring eyes, scrunched nose, and the mom butthole lips.
his music taste sucks. slightly. before dating you he was a big swiftie-country lovin' freak.
afterwards- superb. i'm talking pinkpantheress, beyoncé, brent faiyaz, childish gamibno, clairo, don toliver, hell even frank ocean.
the song "heaven sent" by tevomxntana reminds him of you.
tries to do his best helping you pick out your outfits when you guys go somewhere but fails drastically.
but it's excepted because all he wears is polo's and plain long sleeve shirts. and if he's feeling fancy- slap a flannel over it.
it's safe to say that you've helped him develop a style of his own.
"ethan, help." another thrifted shirt flies over your head and onto the bed next to ethan's feet. he looks up from his econ textbook and sets it down, getting up to stand behind you. wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you can see his hunched over figure in the mirror in your peripheral. it makes you giggle lightly.
"hm," he thinks for a second, taking a thorough look of your closet. after a minute his eyes light up quickly before releasing himself from you and to the clothes. it takes him a few second to find stuff in the mess, but eventually pulls out a one-size-smaller pink polo shirt on one arm, and low-waisted khakis underneath.
after shoving them in your hands, you take a look over the outfit, and through digusted eyes shrug your shoulders to say "why this?"
he releases a short but airy huff and widely grins, "we'd be matching!"
"hell no."
since he's taller than you (taller then everyone really) he helps you get things off of the top shelf, and will scream at you if you try to do it without his help.
to be completely fair, the last time you tried to be independent and do it yourself it ended with a week long hospital visit and 12 stitches.
if you bend over, let's say under a table, to get something and there's a sharp edge, his hand will be over it to make sure you don't get hurt.
the type of boyfriend that when you spill something over your shirt in public and get embarrassed, will take his shirt off and give it to you and just walk around shirtless. (you'll have to go into a store and buy him another because people won't stop staring.)
will walk on the side of the sidewalk near traffic.
will boast about how tall he is but will get mad when you retaliate.
he'll help you with your econ work but if you still don't get it he'll end up just doing the whole thing.
you force him to get couple manicures(but he's not one of those that gets the clear polish, will go neon pink with hello kitty stickers if you ask him to.)
says cringey things like, "yellooow?" when answering the phone, "don't let the bed bugs bite," when you guys say your final goodbyes before you sleep, or "you got this one?" when the bill comes back at a restaurant after you both agree that he's paying this time.
a cold shiver runs over your spine every. single. time.
but you're around him so much you catch yourself saying the same things to your friends.
(they've noticed, and it takes a lot out of them to not mention it.)
if you own plants and they start dying, just leave them on his doorstep and he'll return it back healthy and a fresh green. you never know how, he just has a green thumb.
he doesn't talk alot about his home life, all you know is that his dad was very toxic.
knows how to make you feel better after a rough day. it's like he senses it because as soon as you walk through the door there's a large mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, your favorite dish, and a movie playing on the flat screen in the living room.
he's just overall the best, and everyone deserves an ethan :').
thank you for reading! :)
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Late Lunch
lmao this Technically isn't finished but I gave up at the end so! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (loosely based it off tht one pic of Ori that I'll put below the cut ♡)
Word Count: 3184
The employee lounges in Aster's castle were just as decorated as the rest of the palace, with the spaces for the highest ranking officials being the most lavish. Massive windows overlook the well-manicured courtyard garden, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Rich tapestries line the walls, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors. The centerpiece of the room is a massive oak coffee table, surrounded by plush sofas and armchairs, perfect for weary officials after a hard day's work. This particular break room was reserved for the (mostly) admirable young captains of the West Wing, but two far less admirable freeloaders had found themselves lounging there instead.
Orion was sprawled out on one of the plush couches, his ruby eyes half-lidded as he watched his fellow nuisance Homare make his ninth or tenth dizzying lap around the room. The silent demon seemed to be in a daze, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and his head tilted up at the ceiling. As nice as it was to not have the younger menace causing a fuss, his atypical dawdling was starting to bother Ori.
“Dude, what're you on? You're looking like a fuckin’ zombie.” Orion snickers aloud, finally pulling Homare from his listless trance. He stops in his tracks and pulls his right hand from his pocket, cupping it to make a simple gesture down his chest: he was hungry.
The ever smug rockstar just waves towards the door, earning a blank stare from his restless friend. "Uh, you know the biggest food court in the kingdom is right out there," he snorts, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "And it's all you can eat, unless you're expecting me to pay for ya'!”
Internally, Homare's thoughts were racing. “This dumbass knows that's not what I mean, right? Or maybe I never told him... no he HAS to know already, it's obvious-” His face scrunches up in frustration as he tries to think of a way to convey his intentions.
"...Well, if money's really that tight, I don't mind covering this time, eheh..." Orion's playful smirk grew more tense as he switched his tone. While Homare was lost in thought, his piercing emerald stare was practically boring through Orion's head. Homare snapped from his trance again, shaking his head and slouching over in exaggerated defeat.
"I-N-C-U-B-U-S," his fingers spelled out, his antsy gaze now aimed at the floor to avoid eye contact. He idly rocks on his heels, almost as if he were embarrassed by his predicament. "I need to feed." He signs feebly, and Ori could hear a quiet, unintelligible grumble from under the man's cloth mask.
"Oooh wait, I get it!" Homare rolls his eyes as the lightbulb goes off above Orion's head.
"Shit, I got a roommate just like you. We help him out all the time- his dumbass always forgets to feed when we're out touring-" The star rambles on, tugging at the collar of his jacket and brushing his hair back to reveal a few telling hickeys around his neck and shoulders.
Homare's pale face goes beet red and he straightens up fast. Why did those marks look so… fresh? Before he could let his mind get carried away for a third time, the exasperated demon tried clear the air as fast as possible. “Not that way!" Now both of hands were out, and more irritable murmurs accompanied his dramatic signing.
Orion tilted his head and stood up from the couch, strolling right over to the blushing man. "Riiiiight... So how do you do it then?" With his hands on his hips, the taller demon's casually flirty look only twisted Homare's thoughts even more.
Homare blinks up at him, appearing starstruck for a moment before his lips curl into a faint smile under his mask. The oddball doesn't give a clear response yet. He quietly snickers to himself, only leaving Orion more curious than before.
"C'mon, spit it out~" Orion lets out a playful whine, nudging the incubus with his elbow. "You're killin' me here, dude!" Much to his annoyance, Homare just crosses his arms and gives a nonchalant shrug, playing more coy than usual.
"Hah, don't lie to me, you bra-HAHT!!" All at once, every last drop of smugness vanished Orion's voice once he felt something soft brush against the shell of his ear. He frantically scans the room, not noticing a faint purple glow from Homare's hands. Two glittering, enchanted purple feathers soon revealed themselves from behind Ori's wild mane before fluttering over his pointed ears.
"B-Broho, the fuck are you doing?!" The startled man sputters, snatching one of the plumes out of the air while clumsily stumbling back to dodge the other. "That... Doesn't work on me!”
"Not ticklish?" Orion didn't expect to shiver just from seeing the word signed out, and that hungry, almost predatory look on Homare's face wasn't doing him any favors either. Nevertheless, he tried to keep cool, hoping he could shake the troublemaker off before he learned too much.
"Neh-Nuh uh, it just, uh... It felt weird!" Foolishly, Orion thought he could laugh it off for the time being, until a gentle push to his chest pressed him back against the wall. That little weirdo really had him cornered… But that aura of yearning in his often unreadable eyes made the rockstar's heart pound in his chest.
"We'll do it your way, then." Homare briefly leaned back just to let Orion see him signing. He then slowly tugged at the other's jacket, but he barely had a chance to feel it before Ori eagerly ripped it off himself. His own hands wrapped around Homare's hips and yanked him closer, erasing the gap between the two.
"Aww! Look at you, tryna be all dominant-" Ori chuckles, his goofy, boyish charm still slipping through his seductive front. Homare only hummed and tilted his head, too close to sign a response. Instead, he did the next best thing.
Slender gloved hands trailed down Ori's arms, only stopping to graze the bare skin of his waist. Even through his hunger, Homare was still one step ahead of his target, distracting him with the unfamiliar, yet extremely welcomed advances all while he worked his other magic more subtly.
Ori's racing heart nearly leapt from his body when his wrists were grasped tight, and it didn't take long for him to spot the familiar purple magic forcing his arms up behind his head. Before he could protest, the taller punk's toned waist was stretched taut, leaving him vulnerable in front of the famished incubus. He knew he was seeing traces of a grin under that dark mask now…
“H-Hold on!" Ori's eyes widened when Homare turned away from him. He ignored the man’s preemptive begging, summoning a small portal to sift through his storage. "I was just jokin', babes! Doesn't matter who tops, I'm not that pick- what the fuck are those-"
When he spun back around, Homare was holding several wooden sticks in one hand, and he waved the portal shut with the other. The tools almost looked like ear picks, but the size and sturdiness of the plumes at the end let him know they weren't meant for an average grooming.
Homare didn't grace him with a spoken or signed answer, deciding to give him a more hands on introduction instead. Holding the other four tools in one hand, he traced the feathery tip of the last one over Orion's bare stomach. If the punk wasn't actually ticklish like he claimed to be, he might've noticed Homare was just signing his own name. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut, fangs clamping down on his lip to hold his giggles in.
"Shihit-!" Ori pressed against the wall, trying not to squirm too much that would give away his ticklishness after all. The round plumes looked pillowy soft, but held just enough firmness to make him jolt and whimper with every stroke.
Homare, being a jerk as usual, stealthily conjured up a small magic hand by his captive's side: those purple fingers then briefly drilled near Ori's back where it met the wall. The punk nearly screamed in surprise and arched his back, giving Homare the opportunity to press the fluffy tool right into his navel and give it a spin.
"GAHAH-?! Oh fffuhuhck you!" It all happened so fast; Orion couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that forced its way out. He tried to glare at the bratty incubus, but that stupidly cute, cocky look in his eye made Ori give up instantly- or maybe it was that twirling tool in his navel. "D-Don't look at me like thaHAHAT!!"
As if he hadn't had enough surprises, he felt another plume dancing along his skin. The spare magic hand kept the other three tools nearby, while Homare dragged two of them over Ori's waistline. More strained snickers slipped from the punk's lips, just feeding into Homare's urges even more.
How did these stupid things tickle so bad? Even Homare was surprised by how effective they were. His regular victims usually required a lot more effort to crack, but Orion, as tough as he pretended to be, seemed to crumble at the softest touches. With a longing sigh, Homare slowly started to drag the plumes upwards, drawing more panicked prattling from the bound man.
"Nnonohoho don't you fucking dahahare- Ahaha wahahAIIT!!" The incubus paused surprisigly enough, holding the tools right below Orion's underarms.
He'd noticed Ori reaching a new level of struggling once he got a liiiitle too close to his armpits- definitely a weak spot. As much as he would've loved to keep slowly teasing the punk over and over, gradually breaking him down with those soft, calculated strokes… He'd have to save that for a day when he didn't feel like he was withering away from hunger.
Orion felt a wave of relief wash over him when Homare stepped back, tossing the two sticks in the air, but that feeling was painfully short-lived. The hand holding the remaining tools split into three separate wisps of magic at the dull snap of Homare's fingers, and two similar wisps caught the others that he tossed. Now all five of the fluffy plumes were poised directly over Ori's bare body, just waiting on the cue to strike.
"Ahh..." Homare noticed his captive breaking a sweat, and clasped his hands together. That nervousness was so cute- it always made his meals more flavorful! On the other end, Orion managed to break his focus from the (non)threatening picks hovering around him, putting on a wide, antsy grin. "Homareeee… Are you trying to kill me?"
Homare shook his head at the pretty-boy's whining, which drew the next question from him. "Are... you mad at me?" Yet another nonverbal ‘no’, and the oblivious man took that as a sign to relax. "...So that means you'll let me go now, right?"
The third answer sent a shiver down Orion's spine. Maybe it was his anxiety over getting the living hell tickled out of him, but he could've sworn he heard Homare actually whisper "no" that time. Before he had the chance to throw out another distraction, all five plumes made their move.
The first began at his waist, drawing a large circle around his stomach that grew smaller with each loop, just threatening to dive right back into his navel. Two more flew up to his pointed ears to mimic the annoying feathers from earlier, but this time there was nothing he could do to slap them away.
The last two dove straight into Ori's taut underarms, dragging up and down in an erratic pattern to keep him on his toes. Some strokes were long and slow, dragging up his arms and down to his chest. The others were faster and never strayed too far from his pits.
Poor Orion was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't even try to hold back the shriek that ripped from his lips as soon as the tools touched down.
"NOHOHOHOHOO!! " The sudden ticklish onslaught broke his nerves immediately, and his initial fit of thrashing against his bonds melted into useless tugging and worming around. After just a few more seconds of reckless squirming, the sensitive punk slumped against the wall, tossing his head back and letting his cackling flow free.
"YOHOHOU'RE THE WOHOHOHOOORST!!" he whined at his captor, who was practically drinking up the panicked, helpless laughter. He couldn't hear Homare's amused giggle in response, but he could tell the sadistic brat was too pleased with himself seeing how the tickling just didn't seem to stop.
But Homare's mean streak didn't end there. Orion’s tickle-addled brain didn't process the sound of Homare snapping again, but he definitely felt the plumes moving faster than before.
The one at his stomach stopped circling around, dipping into his navel again and prodding around incessantly. At his underarms, the tools became more focused on drawing the loudest squeals from their pretty ticklish ‘toy’, twirling right over the smooth skin with a bit more pressure than before.
While he wasn't near the point of silent laughter (damned musical breath training), the pitifully sensitive rockstar couldn't get a single word out once the harsher tickling took over. His already uncontrollable giggling went up almost a full octave, and his body went rigid for a split second before slumping back down. He weakly shook his head, trying anything his instincts could work up to keep the fluffy tools away from his ears.
Homare gave it another minute or two, then slowed down the tickling with another soft sigh of delight. Now that he had the chance, Orion took this opportunity to finally spit out his defeat.
"AHA-ALRIGHT!! It tihihickles!!" Homare's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but giggle in awe. He had only sped up the tickling just to satiate his hunger faster, but Ori's whiny concession was an added bonus.
"Huh?" Just to be a dick, the incubus stepped closer and cupped his ear, snapping at Orion to get his attention. Ori's eyes were blurry with tears, but he could still see the eccentric demon taunting him.
"Oh fuck yohohou- WAITWAHAHIT!!" He only had a moment to regret his poor choice of words: it almost looked like Ori would break free with how hard he jerked under Homare’s fingertips. The incubus listlessly poked around his ribs, getting dangerously close to under joining those plumes at his underarms. "IT TICKLES, IT TIIHIHICKLES!!!”
After what felt like hours to the ticklish drama king, Homare pulled both his hands and all of the fluffy tools away, though they still hovered nearby in just case Ori was dumb enough to to spare any more sass.
Though it felt like he'd just started, Homare's energy had flooded back faster than he was used to. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this quick, strong rejuvenation wasn't entirely foreign to him. He'd once had an encounter with a nymph queen whose mirthful squeals of laughter replenished his power almost too fast- Maybe Ori's own magic was on par with hers?
…No, not a chance. Now that it was on his mind, he could recall similar experiences nearly every time he (begrudgingly) had his precious, eager to please Inori help him feed as well, and he knew her magic was always on the weaker side. He tried to think of anything his best friend had in common with the punk in front of him or a powerful queen, but he just couldn't draw any parallels...
Ori was still pressed against the wall, breathlessly giggling long after the tickling had stopped. Once he blinked away his tears, he could see Homare having a stretch and getting lost in his own mind as usual. The sight of the tools lingering nearby kept him on edge, but he couldn't help but notice a stark change: the magic holding them seemed more vivid in color. "Huh..." Ori huffed softly, his teary eyes shifting from the tools to the seemingly energized troublemaker in front of him.
"What's up? You full already?" He piped up, startling Homare mid-stretch. The incubus furrowed his brows, noticing the familiar shit-eating grin that Orion had the nerve to bear. "Heheh, and here I was thinking you were starving! Can't believe you'd use me as a quick snack."
While Ori was just teasing the other man, he didn't know he was poking a sleeping… No, a freshly energized, very alert bear. Homare stared the punk down, his visible eye now just as vibrant as his magic. He didn't bother to snap this time, cutting out the theatrics in favor of dishing out his favorite punishment.
The bondage around Orion's arms suddenly shifted, and the taller demon dropped to his knees with a startled gasp. He thought his bonds were completely loosened, but the incubus had the rope catch his wrists on the way down, fully stretching his arms above his head. Taking full advantage of his captive's stunned state, Homare dropped down as well, seating himself straight onto Ori's lap.
“Hghn-!? What-???” Orion was already convinced he fit the bill of an ‘inexperienced, flustered idiot’ by now, but the moment he tried to save face one last time, he was immediately countered by Homare slowly tugging down his own mask. It felt like he could never get used to seeing the lower half of the younger demon's pretty face, but what really shook him was the impish, telltale smirk on his lips. Ori shivered, feeling Homare's gloved hands gingerly rubbing up and down his sides. It might've been relaxing if he didn't know what it was leading up to. "D-Damnit! Wait, can't you take a joke?? Ya’ don't really HAVE to keep going-"
"Yes, I do." A lovely, melodic, and oh-so unfamiliar whisper seemed to shatter any of Orion's objections- that, and the feeling of soft lips grazing his cheek afterward. Ori's mind went blank, save for one thought: the incubus known for being an unpredictable, dangerous threat was currently planting the most tender kisses along his jawline.
When it seemed like Homare's lips would finally meet Orion's, that teasing brat only gave him a quick peck instead of what he truly wanted. Homare leaned back and let out an airy laugh, one that Orion would've folded over without a drop of shame if he wasn't so riled up.
Homare didn't give him the chance to whine over it too much. Soon, the hands at Ori's waist dug in, squeezing at his hips without warning. Orion bucked and yelped, almost jerking himself up off the floor, but Homare kept him in his place, kneading that sweet spot with light, hellish precision.
"OH MY GOHOHOD I HATE YOU!!"
“I know…♡ " Homare kept his voice low, leaning in to carry on with the soft kisses, this time right along Ori's ear. The combined merciless squeezing and loving, tickly kissing was maddening. He so desperately wanted to break out of the ropes and give Homare a taste of his own medicine, but a part of him didn't seem to mind the position he was in…
#tickling#tickle fic#my ocs#//orion#//homare#wuughhhjgh i write like english is my 9th language but itll be alright ♡
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💛 EchoFoxFives. U bastard
Echo’s changed. He holds himself with a stiffness that doesn’t want the differences acknowledged. Fox categorises each and every difference, comparing each with a criticalness to the last time Fox saw him.
The neon lights that characterise this part of Coruscant leave him looking even more sallow than he is. His prostheses are clunky and ugly, but worse is the awkwardness that Echo moves with them. He’ll learn, Fox has no doubt about that, but the Separatists have taken so much from him.
Fox took the rest.
Echo’s face remains blank, eyes sharp and knowing. It’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed.
“I shot him here,” Fox says and touches the point on his own armour—high up on his chest, just to the left of centre. “In case you’re planning on being poetic about it.”
Echo doesn’t smile. His right hand hangs by his holster. Fox is a quicker draw. He could get himself the complete set. He’d made that joke before, sweaty and panting, Fives and Echo’s limbs tangled around his own. He can’t remember if he’d said it aloud then, but this time decides against it.
“Rex told me what happened,” Echo says.
Fox scowls. He’s sure Rex told Echo everything. How long would he have waited? How desperate would he have been to turn more people away from Fox.
Echo pushes away from the wall. He’s taller, not by much, but his new legs don’t match the length of his old ones. He’s in borrowed armour, white and untouched, not even kama to break it up. Does Rex know that Echo came looking for him? Would he approve?
“I wouldn’t shoot you,” Echo tells him. He takes a step closer and then another, and then the fog of his breath is mixing with Fox’s. His voice hasn’t changed either, but the way he uses it with Fox has. All the familiar warmth has gone, drying up into something frigid and wary. “I’d choke you. I’d want to feel it.”
Fox lifts his chin, daring Echo to prove it.
That gets a smile. Echo’s hand closes around Fox’s throat, tendons sharp lines through delicately thin skin. The pads of his fingers drag over Fox’s pulse and then his arm drops.
“Rex doesn’t know you,” Echo says, the rest goes unspoken. “Did you kill Fives?”
“Yes.”
Something too terrible to name flashes over Echo’s face.
“Why?”
“I’m sure Captain Rex has already told you. He went mad. He had to be stopped and the captain had already made a mess of it.” He’d told Fives not to talk to Rex, but he’d insisted. It might not be fair to be bitter towards a dead man, but Fox is very bitter—there’d been no need for it to be so public.
“I know you, Fox.” He does. That had been a mistake, but one it’s far too late to undo. Fox would, if it were an option. He’d have never let either of them into his life.
The air this deep is stale and polluted. It chokes up Fox’s throat and burns his eyes.
“He told me to,” Fox croaks. “The chips… The chancellor…” He doesn’t know where to start. He can’t say too much. Not here.
Echo nods like he’s already said enough, the brain that made him so valuable racing. “You needed space to work.” It’s not a question. “You needed the chancellor to trust you. If Fives escaped you’d be watched too closely.”
Fox nods. He’d thought it might be easier to have shared this awful secret he’s been carrying. It’s not. Fives is still dead.
Echo kisses him, lips cracked and dry, the shape of his face all wrong. His eyes are wet when he pulls away, but there’s a determined set to his jaw.
“What did Fives know? What have you found out? Tell me everything.”
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great times ahead
pairing: soonyoung x reader
genre: fluff, crack/humor, there is only one bed, idiots in love
warnings: hoshi lowkey manhandles reader a lot ?? but still has little spoon energy ?? i'm bad at this
wc: 1324
“This- This is the best- night of my life.” Soonyoung giggled between hiccups.
“My thoughts exactly!” Seokmin smiled fondly at his friend, handing him a glass of water. “I believe he’s very happy that you joined us after all.” He added, looking at you.
You shook your head. “Or he’s just pretty wasted.”
“I- I am.” Soonyoung wrapped his right arm around your shoulders. The water didn’t calm his hiccup at all. “Both.”
“Drink some more, Soon, and try to hold your breath for a bit.” He did as you told him, taking one last sip and then holding in a big gasp of air, filling up his cheeks with it. You chuckled. “Now you do look like a hamst-” Surprisingly fast (given his state of inebriation) he covered your mouth with his hand before you could go on, holding you even tighter. His face started turning red as he tried really hard to hold his breath without loosening his grip on you. Then, Seokmin poked his face, so he exhaled, sounding like a deflating balloon.
“Ah… Better.”
“Let me go!”
“Retire what you just said.”
“You didn’t even let me finish!”
“Retire what you were thinking!”
“Stop yelling!” Seokmin took Sooyoung's arm away, setting you free. “Everyone else is sleeping by now.”
“We should go too, it’s late.” you whispered “And I’m exhausted.”
Soonyoung made a weird sound of disappointment, but let himself get dragged by Seokmin as he led you upstairs. You’re staying in a nice lodge that your friends rented a couple of months ago, in the countryside. Back then you weren’t so sure if you could go, since you usually have lots of work even during the summer, while most people are enjoying the holidays. Luckily enough, you managed to get yourself some extra days off, and that's what made it all work out.
Seokmin and the rest arrived at the shelter earlier in the morning. You surprised them at dinner, bringing some more food and beers. You could have tagged along the next morning, since the plan was to stay for a whole week, but you decided to go right after finishing your last shift. Although you were already slightly tired, you really missed spending time with them. You needed this. Everyone got so excited to see you, especially Soonyoung. That cheered you up enough to gain some energy back, so you stayed awake longer than you expected.
“You can take that room.” Seokmin pointed at the end of the hallway. “The one on the right.” He handed you Soonyoung’s arm as if he was a package that needed to be carried. He complained just a second ago, but he was also getting sleepy. You shook your head with a smile, gestured Seokmin a good night and pulled Soonyoung by his wrist.
You tried your best to be quiet while opening the door. The curtains were drawn back, so it wasn't really necessary to turn on the lights. The moonlight coming in through the window was enough. The room was small, but cozy. It had a big wooden closet, a tiny desk by its side with a matching old chair and… only one bed.
Sooyoung wasted no time and jumped right into it. He had to, because the bed was taller than usual… and also seemed really small to be shared. You looked around, thinking about what to do. Maybe there was a sleeping bag in the closet, or at least some blankets that you could bring back downstairs to sleep on the couch. You went ahead to check it out, but didn’t take a single proper step before Soonyoung took your hand and pulled you right next to the bed again with a tug. How could he be this strong when he was drunk and already half asleep?
“Jesus! Soonyoung! Do you want to rip my arm apart?”
“Come in.” he mumbled.
“I don’t fit in there.”
“Just come.”
“You’re taking all the space!”
Soonyoung stood up again with a grunt, this time lifting up the sheets to get inside the bed. He laid on his side, sticking close to the wall so this time there was actually some space left for you. “Here.” he whispered, slowly patting the mattress.
Too tired to keep complaining, you gave up and jumped in with him. Laying on your side as well, you still felt too close to the edge of the bed.
“If you move one inch you'll push me down.”
Slipping one arm around your torso, Soonyoung brought you closer, so you were practically on top of him. For a second you thought he was going to stop there, and you felt a breath get stuck on your throat. Then, he turned around with a sudden move to exchange positions, causing you to bump your elbow with the wall and making you whine in pain. Now you were awkwardly laying on your back, Soonyoung snuggled back so that he could rest his head on your chest, his arms still hugging your waist like you were some sort of human pillow.
“Your heart is beating really fast.”
“Because you just tried to kill me!”
“Sorry.”
“And you're crushing me.”
“I'm not.”
“Let me move my arms.”
It was a losing battle. No matter what you did or said, Sooyoung wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. He had to hold you one way or another. At some point you found yourself holding him back. Just to make sure he wouldn’t be the one rolling down to the floor in the middle of the night. Finally, the whole place was all quiet and peaceful. You focus on Soonyoung’s breath, his hair rubbing against your face. It tickled. You saw this coming. He’s so clingy when he drinks, but then again, he has never been so close to you before. Is he even aware? Would it be awkward in the morning when he wakes up? His fingers moved on your back, it almost felt like a soft caress, a reassuring touch. When you got used to his embrace, finally getting an opportunity to relax, so you closed your eyes.
None of you closed the curtains at night before going to sleep, so the sun woke you up as soon as it started to rise. You and Soonyoung were completely entangled with each other. Your arms hurted a bit.
Someone peeked through the door, which you also forgot to close. It was Vernon. You didn’t know why, because it was obviously not a big deal at all, but you felt kind of shy in that position, barely awake with Soonyoung still holding you for dear life, unable to get up.
Vernon tilted his head. “Why didn’t you use the other bed?”
“What other bed?”
“The one below.”
You blinked. Vernon stepped in, moved away the sheets that were hanging off the bed. You noticed that there was a drawer, but it had no handle, rather a small gap along the wood, so that it could be grabbed and opened, and Vernon did so. Inside, there was another mattress, wrapped in another set of sheets and blankets identical to the ones around your body.
It was a trundle bed.
You stared at the second mattress. Then at Vernon. Then at the mattress again. Before any of you could say anything else, Soonyoung started stretching, letting out a big high-pitched yawn and rolling to his side without noticing, so he fell into the newly discovered bed and brought you and half of the blankets along with him. The two of you screamed from the shock as you dropped down, and while you were still completely startled, Soonyoung laughed hysterically.
“You are definitely trying to kill me!” you hissed.
Soonyoung didn’t stop laughing. He surrounded your neck with his arms and pulled you into another hug. Of course, you couldn't hold back your own laughter for too long.
If this is how it started, it was truly going to be a great week.
notes: i wanted to make a series with the classic there's only one bed trope and i had this and many other ideas (almost all svt members! damn) on my drafts for sooo long !! all of them are really messy and silly so i don't know if i'll keep them going but hey, at the very least, this is my first attempt! hope you enjoyed it 🩷
#hoshi#kwon soonyoung#seventeen soonyoung#seventeen hoshi#soonyoung x reader#hoshi x reader#hoshi x you#soonyoung x you#hoshi fluff#soonyoung fluff#hoshi drabble#hoshi fanfic#soonyoung fanfic#seventeen fic#seventeen fluff#seventeen fanfic#seventeen oneshot#seventeen au#seventeen scenarios#seventeen
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Avalon | Prologue
poly!bts x male!reader | vampire!AU | reader x vampire!bts | ot7 x male!reader
Caught one night when bathing in the river by his home M/n is taken by a group of men. Realising the situation he has found himself in, M/n's number one priority is getting out of there alive. Easier said than done when you've got to get past seven bloodthirsty and ridiculously horny vampires hellbent on making him their newest blood bag.
A/N: I got inspired while reading @colormepurplex2 's series, so go show her some support!! This is my first fic so pls give me advice or write if you notice any mistakes. Yess DPR IAN is my face claim for M/n, I love this man too much. Thank you thank you, enjoy!
His hands trembled as he followed the black-haired man down the hallway, thoughts running and changing faster than his mind could keep up with. Was this it? Was this where his life would end? Not that there was much of a life to begin with, but he had so many things he had yet to do, so many sights and places he hoped he would one day be able to see, even if only for a moment.
Stopping in front of a large oak door he paused, leaving a good distance between him and his kidnappers, just what did they want with him? If they were going to kill him then do it already? Why make him wait, why prolong the inevitable?
The man in front of him sighed, causing him to freeze up. Shit. Did he say something? Has he somehow made his situation even worse by making it seem as though he had not been listening, choosing to actively ignore the all-powerful man in front of him? The man who held his very life in the palm of his hands, free to do with it as he pleased. Free to end it any way he wanted.
“You know," he said, looking back at him "for someone who doesn’t speak, you sure do have a lot to say”. Turning around he opened the door, with the taller man begrudgingly following shortly behind.
Beautiful. Truly whoever had decorated this building- this mansion- deserved the highest of praise. Deep maroon walls surrounded him, the colour seeming to match the aura of the brooding man before him. Only one window seemed visible, and even then, the curtains that hung from the high ceilings, cascading like a bloody waterfall, seemed to cover what little light managed to fight its way through.
“Well, are you going to come in or am I going to have to pull you in here myself?” Was all he said, cocking his head slightly, as though giving him a choice. Quickly he shuffled in as fast as his feet could make him. The illusion of a choice
Sure he didn’t really think this would in any way put a stop to his inevitable doom, but maybe listening to them would make the end less painful. Even if it sounded stupid in his head, the idea of there being even the slightest chance at a painless end spurred him to bite his tongue and do as the men told him.
Sitting down on the bed that stood in the middle of the room, the centrepiece, the man gestured to the space in front of him. Too close. He wanted him far too close for his liking. But what choice did he have?
Begrudgingly he slowly made his way towards the man. Though perhaps he was too slow because the next thing he knows he’s being pulled by the arm, tripping over his own feet, falling to his knees in front of a now annoyed vampire. Shit.
A rhetorical question. He was obviously not expecting an answer from the man kneeling before him who had yet to say a single word. Did he not know that staying silent was useless, that he could hear his thoughts over the span of an entire forest? The very thing that got him into this situation in the first place?
‘No’ Yoongi thought to himself, letting out a deep breath of frustration. There had to be more to it.
Of all the people Namjoon could have chosen from, why had it been him who was stuck on babysitting duty? No, babysitting was the wrong word for his current situation. The way that the man in front of him carried himself. The way he kept his legs tucked underneath him, hands clasped together on his thighs, the slight tremble visible only to the perseptive eyes of him and his brothers.
This felt closer to pet sitting if anything. He had not been blind to the way that he always kept a safe distance between himself and any of the guys in the house. Sighing he got up, for once having enough of the silence. The man was quick to jump to his feet. Whether to fight, run or hide Yoongi wasn’t certain.
"Stay here," he said walking towards the door he just came from. He had heard the front door open and close shut, signaling the return of the others. "I'll be right back, and I think we both know it would be in your best interest to stay put."
And with that, the door was closed. Sealing yet another victims fate.
Yet something kept bother Yoongi, as he walked down the corridor towards his brothers study, where the rest of them were bound to already be lounging about.
Why was this new humans scent so enticing? Was it even healthy for a living breathing human being to smell that much like death? Whatever it was Yoongi knew they were going to figure it out, with or without your cooperation.
One thing was for sure though;
This was gonna be a pain.
#bts#bts x male reader#male reader#x male reader#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts fanfction#bts fantasy au#bts vampire au#vampire bts#vampire au#alternate universe#x male reader smut#smut#bts smut#bts x reader#lbgtq#gayboy#gay#sub!idol#polyamory#poly bts#poly!bts#male!reader
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Fate, After All | Joel Miller — Part Two
I do not own this gif. all credit to the original creator.
warnings: absolute tooth-rotting fluff, idiots (but not really idiots) in love, no-outbreak!Joel, little bit of smut, a teensy bit of angst if you squint, slight cursing, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.
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"Jeez big brother, I haven't seen you this smitten over a woman in... actually, ever." Tommy smirks at Joel in a knowing manner, happy that his brother was finally letting himself give into love again.
Would Joel even call it that, though? Yeah. Hell, he'd been smitten with you since high school, but god, you were all he could think about since you came over to his house for dinner a few months ago, and all the amazing dates you two've been on in between then up until now.
You were undoubtedly making your way into the older Miller brother's heart; so much so that the "L word" was already wanting to fall off of his tongue when you were with him.
Even Sarah was happy for her dad. He made sure that she was okay with him dating, though, because she was his first priority and main concern, always. She scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes when her dad asked what she thought about him dating again. Her response was along the lines of 'Finally, Dad! You need to get out of the house and outta my hair,' to which Joel rolled his eyes back at her. Teenagers.
Joel fidgeted with the rolled-up sleeves of his navy blue button-up shirt, nerves overtaking his body at the moment. You were coming over for dinner for the first time with Tommy and Sarah at the house, possibly spending the night and staying for Sunday brunch. He prayed that everything went well and that Sarah liked you, because hell, he would've been crushed if she didn't.
Tommy hadn't seen you since high school, so he was looking forward to the little reunion.
"You really oughta relax, man. It'll be fine." Tommy's voice pulled Joel from his erratic thoughts once more. Joel threw his brother a tight-lipped smile, though it immediately disappeared when the doorbell rang indicating you'd made it to his house.
Joel walked to the door and quickly opened it, all fears and worries forgotten as his eyes laid themselves on your face. You smiled up at him brightly, the baby pink crochet top and light blue Levi's shorts you wore adorning your body, showing off your beautiful curves.
Oh, hell, you were going to be the death of Joel.
Your black leather purse strap was slung over your shoulder and you carried a bottle of wine in your hands. Joel smiled down at you, making your heart absolutely flutter.
"Hey darlin'. You look gorgeous." Joel pulls you in for a hug, kissing your forehead. You wrap your free arm around his torso, breathing in the delicious scent of him.
"So do you, cowboy." You pull apart from him and wink, causing him to chuckle. He steps aside to let you into the familiar home after taking the bottle of wine from you, the smell of herbs immediately wafting to your nose.
"Mm, smells good." You grin up at Joel as he takes your hand, gently pulling you into the direction of the kitchen.
You see the back of the younger Miller's stature, a grin immediately playing on your lips.
"Well if it isn't little Tommy Miller." You tease, and he immediately whirls around to face you.
"Doesn't count if I'm taller than you now, pipsqueak." He laughs, moving to you to give you a hug.
“How’ve you been?” You hold him at arm’s length after you two separated from the hug.
“Same ol’ same ol’, you know, always gettin’ myself into trouble.” He grins and Joel scoffs, nodding his head indubitably.
“He ain’t lyin’ about that.” Joel mutters, setting the bottle of wine on the island counter of the kitchen.
All three of you turned your heads to the sound of someone walking down the steps, and your heart started to beat faster. You were nervous to meet Joel’s daughter. You wanted her to like you. You knew her and Joel had an extremely tight bond, which was something you never wanted to overstep.
A green-eyed curly haired teenager appeared at the bottom of the steps, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
“Smells good in here.” She says, before letting out a big yawn. She must’ve just woken up from a nap.
“I was just about to wake you, babygirl. But now that you’re down here, I’d like you to meet someone.” Joel said nervously, grabbing your hand as Sarah approached you both. Tommy was leaning against the counter with an amused expression on his face, stifling a laugh at his brother’s nervousness.
“This is the woman I’ve been seein.’ Darlin’, this is my daughter, Sarah.” Joel introduces you two, and you give her a kind smile.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Sarah. I’ve heard so much about you.” You extend your arm, and Sarah takes it and yanks you into a hug. You gasp at the sudden movement, but immediately wrap your arms around her with a laugh.
“Finally, another woman around here! This house has way too much damn testosterone.” Sarah huffed, which made you laugh harder.
“Sarah, language.” Joel warned, and Sarah rolled her eyes playfully.
“It’s nice to finally meet the woman that has my dad all googly-eyed. Seriously, I haven’t seen him like this— I think, ever.” She laughs, and a blush forms on both yours and Joel’s cheeks.
“Quit spillin’ all my secrets, would ya?” Joel crosses his arms over his chest, looking at his too-smart-for-her-own-good teenager.
With a small giggle, you whisper loudly to her, “Don’t worry, I feel the same way about your father.” You send a wink her way which causes her to brightly smile. Joel’s face turns crimson at your confession, and Tommy laughs at his brother’s reaction.
“C’mon you crazy kids, let’s eat.” Tommy ushers you and Sarah to sit at the table.
Dinner was nothing short of humorous and delightful. Sarah seemed to take a real liking to you, which relieved you and Joel greatly. You, Joel and Tommy all shared stories reminiscing high school, which kept Sarah entertained the whole time. She loved hearing about how her father was when he was a teen, especially from your point of view.
“Are you staying for Sunday brunch tomorrow?” Sarah asks you with a hopeful look on her face. You melted at the thought of her wanting you to stick around. It made you unbelievably happy.
“Of course! That is, if y’all will have me.” You look between the three of them, and before Joel can speak, Sarah nods furiously.
“Absolutely! Tell her, Dad.” Sarah nudges her father and he chuckles.
“‘Course, darlin’. We’d love that.” He reaches for your hand on the table and gives it a squeeze, a smile finding its way onto your lips. Words genuinely couldn’t describe how much you adored the Miller family.
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After dinner, you helped wash the dishes and clean up even though Joel protested furiously.
“You’re a guest in my house, darlin’. Y’shouldn’t have to clean up around here.”
“Oh please Joel, it’s fine. You made a wonderful dinner for us. Least I can do is help clean up.”
“You’re an angel, y’know that?” He says, kissing your temple before grabbing the wet dish from your hand so he can dry it and put it back in its rightful spot. You shyly tuck your head down at his words and focus on washing the next dish.
Though you two weren’t an official couple, simple things like this made your heart swell. It was like playing house with Joel and secretly, you loved every bit of it. You didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself, but you could see this becoming a daily thing— wedding band on your ring finger, music blasting in the kitchen as you cooked the Millers a nice homemade meal, and Joel wrapping his arms around your waist as he swayed you to the beat of the country love song that was playing.
You’ve known Joel for so long, and though you did lose touch for awhile, you couldn’t help but think at how the universe works in mysterious ways. Ways that brought you two back together. You believed that everything definitely happens for a reason, so this had to be a sign… right?
Joel waved his hand in front of your face to pull you away from your drifting thoughts.
He looked down at you with an amused smile on his face, "Everthin' alright there, sweetheart? Zoned out for a minute, there."
"All good, Miller." You hand him the last dish that needed to be dried and turned off the sink faucet, turning around to lean against the counter.
"Do you think Sarah really likes me?" You gnaw on your bottom lip nervously, crossing your arms over your chest. Joel noticed that movement gave your cleavage a little more oomph, causing him to swallow thickly. He met your eyes once again and smiled softly at you, cupping your cheek with his large hand.
"Oh, I don't think, darlin', I know she does. Haven't seen her that excited around anyone besides her friends in a long time." His reassurance floods your body with ease, and you nod.
"I'm glad. I just want her to feel comfortable around me, you know?"
He nods his head and leans in to kiss you, but you were both interrupted by Tommy padding into the kitchen to get some popcorn.
"Great timing, Tommy." Joel shoots his brother a look, and Tommy holds his hands up defensively.
"Sorry, brother, just gettin' some popcorn for the movie we're gonna watch. You joinin' us?" Tommy's eyes avert from Joel's to yours, then back to Joel's.
"C'mon darlin', let's go watch a movie."
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It was way past midnight when the movie ended. Sarah was knocked out on the couch and Tommy had left to meet up with some friends. Joel got your overnight bag from your car for you, ushering you upstairs and into his room after he locked the front door.
He carried Sarah up to her room and tucked her in before entering his room. You'd already changed into your pajamas, which was nothing but a tiny cami and some sleep shorts. Joel internally groaned at the sight of you in his bedroom, wearing nothing but skimpy sleepwear.
"I, uh, only sleep in my boxers. Is that okay with you?" Joel asks as he shuts the door to his room. You nod sheepishly, finding it sweet that he made sure you were comfortable even though it was his home.
Right now, you felt like a teenager in a boy's room for the first time. Nerves overtook your entire being once more as Joel shuffled to the other side of his room, discarding all of his clothes except for said boxers. His tan skin glowed in the dim yellow light of his bedside lamp, and it was nearly impossible not to stare.
The veins in his strong arms were prominent, especially as he unintentionally flexed with every move he made. His stomach was on the huskier side, but still strong, and his thighs were deliciously thick.
What a man.
You didn't want to be clocked as a total creep, so you didn't even dare look down to where his manhood was. You swallowed thickly and averted your eyes, meeting his gaze.
"See somethin' y'like, sweetheart?" A smirk easily found its way onto Joel's plush lips, causing your face to go red, but, you decided to play along.
"Actually, I do." You smile sweetly and walk past him, going into his bathroom to brush your teeth. He trails after you, his hands resting on your hips.
"Yeah? I do too." He whispers, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers lightly trace down your sides as his lips find home on your neck, kissing the soft flesh a few times before wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. He lets go of you to brush his own teeth, his mind racing at how intimate this really feels.
Your eyes meet his through the big mirror, and he smiles at how you have toothpaste coming out of the corners of your mouth as you finish brushing your teeth. You rinse your mouth and wipe the sides, turning to face him again.
"High school me would've been freaking out that I'm in Joel Miller's room, y'know." He finishes rinsing his mouth as well, tongue poking out to get the extra toothpaste off of the corner of his mouth.
"And what about adult you?"
"Adult me is so fuckin' glad that my blind date didn't show up." Your voice is merely a whisper, eyes looking up into his own. His dark gaze trails over your face, stopping at your lips for a brief second before taking your hand, leading you to his bed. He climbs into the right side of his bed, patting the spot next to him.
You quietly laugh as you slide in next to him, covering your body with the comforter. He turns off his bedside lamp, the room immediately going completely dark. The only light that was emitted was from the crescent moon up in the sky, shining through his blinds.
The scent of Joel engulfed you as you snuggled up under his comforter, staring up at his ceiling fan.
Joel turns on his side to face you and props his head up with his hand, "Y'know, it's really distracting when a sexy woman as yourself is laying in bed beside me wearin’ nothin’ but thin, measly sleepwear." Joel's minty breath fanned your face, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot.
"Oh I'm sorry, would you rather I sleep with some sweats n’ a turtleneck?" You retort sarcastically, making Joel laugh.
"Not at all, baby. Matter of fact, I'd prefer if these items were off." Joel's warm fingers teased your arm, tracing over it lightly until they met one strap of your cami, tugging it down slowly.
You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. His touch was nothing less of hypnotic, and it made you extremely needy for him.
"Tell me to stop, and I will." Joel's voice held seriousness and sincerity, and you immediately placed your hand over his to help him guide it down your torso.
"Keep going." Was all you said, and Joel didn't hesitate any longer. His hand found its way down the front of your shorts, pleasantly surprised at the fact that you weren't wearing underwear.
His skillful fingers easily found your swollen nub, rubbing small, tight circles over it a few times before trailing down the rest of your slick heat.
“Goddamn sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ soaked.” Joel mewls, leaning down to capture your soft lips into his. He moans into the kiss, fingers working themselves against your core as he teasingly traced around your entrance.
It’d been way too long since you’d been intimate with any man, so the excitement your body was exerting was nothing short of expected.
“Fuck, Joel. Please.”
Hearing you beg nearly made Joel’s head spin. His name rolled off your tongue like honey, and fuck was he addicted to it.
His middle and ring finger easily found home in you, pumping at a languid pace. The sounds coming from you were deliciously sinful, as all that could be heard were your lips smacking with Joel’s and your wetness against his fingers.
“So ready for me, angel.” He murmured against your lips, trailing his own down your cheek and to your neck. He nipped and licked a spot repeatedly until he was satisfied, knowing it might leave a mark there by day’s start.
“Joel.” You whimpered, your hips grinding into his hand at this point. The friction was heavenly and his fingers simply reached spots yours never could. You wanted more. You wanted to feel him stretch you and fill you up in the most delectable way, but you had to pull yourself back to reality— you weren’t even his girlfriend. You didn’t want to rush into anything, and you especially didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
You’d voice your concerns to him later, because for now, you were enjoying the feeling of his fingers bringing you pure ecstasy. His thumb found your sensitive clit as he kept moving his fingers in and out of you at a nearly torturous pace, but the extra stimulation was enough to nearly send you over the edge.
Your moans were getting more prominent and your hips started bucking, and Joel wore a shit-eating grin on his lips. His tongue darted between his lips to wet them, and looked down at you in a daze with his dark eyes. The way your brows furrowed together and your jaw was slack had his cock aching. He wanted to take it slow with you, though, and just wanted to pleasure you tonight—even if it was just with his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Let go f’me.” His voice was husky and you gripped his comforter for dear life, gritting your teeth as you found your release. You tried your damndest to be quiet because for god’s sake, you didn’t need to wake anyone with your lewd sounds.
You quickly turn your head toward him as you tried your best to bury your face into the pillow you were laying on, shuddering as you rode out your intense orgasm. If he could make you come undone like this with just his fingers, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what his cock could do.
“Fuck, Joel.” You’re breathless as your words are laced with a laugh, drawing a chuckle from him. He leans over and kisses your forehead, slowly withdrawing his fingers from you. He reaches up and brings the long digits to his mouth, eager to taste you. The scene before you made your aching core clench around nothing, wanting to whine at how hot he looked tasting you on his fingers.
“Mm. Just as sweet as I imagined,” He flashed you a cheeky grin as heat flooded your cheeks, drawing a noise that was a huff and laugh mixed into one from you.
“Next time, I’m gonna have you seein’ stars, baby. You can count on that.” Joel promised you, and fuck you couldn’t wait for that time to come around.
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The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You frowned a bit, because you’d been cuddling with Joel all while you slept so the loss of body heat and touch was a bit disappointing. Your heard the faint sound of chatter and laughter downstairs, which wiped away your grogginess rather quickly.
You decided to freshen up before you went downstairs, because for god’s sake, you were sure you were still a mess from last night. The feeling of Joel’s long, thick fingers deliciously moving in and out of you was imprinted in your brain.
A blush crept to your cheeks as you recounted all of the sweet, sinful things that easily rolled off of his tongue— things he would make sure you were the only one to hear.
You sighed as the familiar ache of need pooled into you once again, but you had to forget about it for now. You rummaged through your overnight bag to take out the pretty pink sundress you were going to wear and slipped it on after discarding your pajamas. You fixed your hair up into a low style and put on some mascara, and it was only then that you noticed how much you were glowing.
Maybe it was because you’d had your first orgasm that wasn’t brought on by your own self in years, or, maybe it was the fact that a beautiful man downstairs that you’ve known for over a decade was willing to give you the time of day and wanted you to stick around.
It might’ve sounded a little pathetic to be happy over the slightest thing, but with the history of the countless failed blind dates and your mother nagging you that you needed to find someone (which you really didn’t—you were completely fine on your own, just a little lonely), you finally had a good feeling about this one. Again, you didn’t want to be presumptuous and get ahead of yourself, but Joel Miller definitely seemed like a keeper.
Some loud banter from downstairs snapped you from your thoughts, so you decided to see what was going on. You made your way downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Good mornin’ everyone.” You smiled at the three Millers standing around the island counter in the kitchen.
Sarah and Tommy both smiled at you and said good morning, but Joel was just gawking at you in pure awe. He was so distracted by how beautiful you looked in the sundress you wore, and how your features were still slightly adorned with sleep. Joel loved it. You were, in his eyes, the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.
He was so enthralled with you that he started to crack an egg, putting the yolk into the sink instead of the bowl next to him and the egg shells in the bowl.
Sarah and Tommy were amused by the scene in front of them, both wanting to laugh at how Joel looked so damn lovestruck.
You couldn’t even give Joel shit for the whole egg thing because damn, he looked so good. Mouth-wateringly good. He looked like a tall glass of water with the way his hair was neatly combed, the way his muscles rippled in the green shirt he wore, and those glasses he looked so handsome in perched up on his nose. You couldn’t get enough of him.
Tommy cleared his throat, “Well if you two are done eye-fucking each other, I’d like to finish making brunch so we can eat.”
Sarah howled with laughter at her uncle’s snide remark, Joel glared at him, and a blush crept onto your cheeks.
“Tommy.” Joel scolded, rolling his eyes.
Tommy held his hands up in defense before standing next to Joel and looking down at the egg shells sitting inside the bowl.
“I also don’t like my eggs crunchy.” Tommy chided, his voice laced with pure humor.
Joel’s gaze moved down to the bowl, and he sighed in defeat.
“Shit.” He whispered, fishing the shells out with his fingers before tossing them into the trash.
“Anything I can help with?” You ask, taking a seat next to Sarah.
“Nuh uh, darlin’, you just relax.” Joel smiled at you, and the butterflies in your stomach erupted for the thousandth time.
“You look so pretty. I like your dress.” Sarah exclaimed as she turned to face you.
You gave her a beaming smile, “You look prettier. And thank you, maybe sometime you can come over to my place and borrow some clothes, if you’d like.” Her face immediately perked up at your offer.
Joel smiled down at the bowl of eggs he was whisking, loving the fact that you two were getting along so well. He knew he wanted, no, needed to make you his soon. You were the sunshine that all the Millers needed in their life. You were a breath of fresh air for Joel. You were sweet, caring, kind, and god were you a stunner.
Joel still thanks the heavens every day that the blind date your mother sent you on didn’t work out for you, because it led you to reunite with him.
He never really used to be a believer in fate—but with you, maybe it really was that after all.
#joel miller imagines#joel miller fluff#joel miller fic#joel miller series#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#pedro pascal imagines#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal fluff
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"Why are you so light?"
Tsukasa takajo x daruma ikka!reader (implied taller or bigger reader)
warnings: tsukasa gets beaten up:)
You knew hyuga already warned you about getting into fights but still you really need to help this guy, he was only one and his attackers were like 10-15 people, and plus these guys were probably trespassing in daruma's territory so you were also doing your own family a favour.
You ran to them and quickly punched some of the guys to back off, good thing that you were wearing your red jacket because as soon as the attackers saw it they quickly scrambled away, you dusted off your jacket and turned to the guy that was beaten up.
Tsukasa didn't expect to be kidnapped again and brought to an unknown place, but it seemed like that his captors only needed to get away from oya territory as he immediately observed his surroundings after the sack on top of his head got removed and saw that he was brought to a road tunnel but then his vision suddenly blurred out as he kicked in gut by one his captors.
They could only beat tsukasa up for a minute before a member of the daruma ikka gang showed up.
Tsukasa could only see the outlines of colours as his vision got arguably worse the more he got beat up. He quickly saw the bright red jacket in front of him that scared his captors away.
You turned to the guy, you knelt down and began checking on him, other than his visual injuries and his laboured breathe this guy is probably fine, he wasn't really hit any pipe or weapon but that combat boot kick to his guts probably hurted like a bitch. You saw that his main outer clothes were teared apart, and it probably did little to nothing to keep him covered and warm, then he was also just wearing a tank top underneath.
you decided to take off your jacket and drape it on him just to lessen his pain a bit and to cover some open wound to infection and you lifted him up bridal style, you were careful not to press his bruises and delicately placed your hands.
you were surprised at how light was, but not saying feather light, but he was light enough to make you question and a little bit worry about how much he was eating.
Tsukasa was surprised when he felt himself get lift off the ground, but he was too weak to act out, so he just let out a surprised and kinda disagreeing(?) noise.
"What am I hurting your fragile masculinity?" They asked laughed, teasing him.
"No, it's not that but aren't I heavy?" Tsukasa asked.
"Honestly, no, you are not that heavy, I mean I lifted way more heavier guys than you so you're no problem, and like are you eating enough? Cause ou really want atleast to put some weight on if you dont this to happen again," They said, nonchalantly as they start walking steadily, making sure that they woudnt be shaking tsukasa while walking and making him more nauseous than he already is.
Tsukasa didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult, but he would be lying if his heart didn't flutter and there weren't butterflies that appeared in his stomach when he heard that statement.
He made them worry without knowing him, exactly how caring this person was?
"It's my first time being carried, not gonna lie. i really like it," tsukasa chuckled softly.
They laughed again, "well it's a good thing that I didn't hurt your masculinity".
"Who would hate this? This is like a dream come true," tsukasa said truthfully as he admired them more.
I mean it is a dream come true to be carried around without worrying if the other person is okay, and it was just a bonus that tsukasa was being being carried by a really pretty person.
Tsukasa Takajo what a lucky bitch you are.
#high and low#high and low the worst#high and low fic#high and low the worst cross#tsukasa takajo#tsukasa takajo x reader#tsukasa x reader#tsukasa allowing reader to baby girl him and he is living for it
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Take me Home (Where I Belong)
I'm almost finished with my domestic perryshmirtz 5+1, which I'm gonna upload to ao3 soon so here's a tease in the form of the first chapter!
Rating: G
Relationship: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz
Tags: Human Perry the Platypus, pre-slash, domesticity, Perry's moved in before they even stopped calling themselves enemies, it's normal to want to kiss the homies sometimes, right?, long suffering Charlene, Perry's got 4 kids actually and that fourth one is Vanessa, haha Perry the Platypus you are dating my father.
Even after having his plans foiled for the day, Heinz doesn’t let him drive home.
“Look at yourself, Perry the Platypus, you’re barely standing on your own two feet.” The scientist points out. He’s right, of course, not that Perry will let him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. It seems to mean less than little; Heinz had already buckled him back into the passenger seat of his truck with the tenacity of a father, and Perry is just barely conscious enough to comply- a bit dumbly, but the taller man does not seem to mind-without much of a fuss. He’s still talking, naturally. Perry has gotten so used to the chatter the droning had begun to take on an ambient sort of feeling, like brown noise. “-practically an accident waiting to happen. Honestly, you’d think Francis would want to try keeping his best agent alive-that agency is gonna do you in better than I would, one day.”
Perry considers giving up a token protest-he had gotten here with the hoverjet on auto-pilot; the routes between the lair and Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. has long been keyed in as his defaults-but decides otherwise. He really was quite exhausted, surely it would be no bother to let Heinz drive him back to Evil Inc. where he’s parked. Why waste fuel when a cheaper of transport was on offer? The Major has particularly been going on and on lately about turning the office more green and saving energy, no doubt one of their latest efforts to cut costs-so he was doing the agency a favor, really. He trusted that Heinz was a reliable enough driver when they’re neither forced to undergo the serial killing obstacle course that was the Drusselsteinian Driving Test Route.
He would sleep in just until Heinz gets them back home. Decision made, he lets himself rest his eyes.
00..00
“Up, up, up, Perry the Platypus you don’t really expect me to carry you up the stairs do you-,”
“-Ok, here we go, sit here-no, no, don’t lay down just yet you need to take your shoes off Perry the Heathenpuss-,”
“-I am not letting you sleep in the corset of a waistcoat Perry the Platypus, wow is this Kevlar? No wonder you can stand my Titanium punches-Ok uppies, I should probably help you take this tie off too, huh? They could strangle you in your sleep, y’know, nuff said, if nuff was-y’know, me-it’s so weird to see you so biddable, Perry the Platypus-,”
“-ok, last thing Perry the Platypus, yes I promise, just need to help you get under the covers, alright? Now, isn’t that better? Aw, look at how cute you look, Perry the Platypus, like a little angel-,”
“Good night, Perry the Platypus.”
00..00
Perry snorts awake in the penthouse guest room with the covers pulled up to his chin, blinking against the light of the setting sun from behind the half-shaded curtains facing east of Danville.
He isn’t sure what’s woken him, but finds himself unable to go back to sleep. This was probably a good thing-he’s never stayed behind in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. for so long without making his excuses before, and the clock shows that he’s nearly late for dinner back at the Flynn-Fletcher’s household. He’ll have no trouble flying home now, he feels perfectly well-rested.
Rising to his feet, he finds himself underdressed. His hat rests on the right-hand nightstand, right next to his sleeping head, and the rest of his clothes-vest, tie and shoes-draped carefully over the chair that looks like it’s been dragged over from the kitchen, positioned right next to the room’s entryway, deliberately left ajar. He shoves the hat back over his head and toes his shoes back on, but blinks deliberately at the rest of his attire. They are, of course, crucial parts of his armour, but what was to fear for stepping out without them? Heinz’s scheme was thwarted for the day, and lest the man was suddenly overcome with another plan while Perry was out, which he sincerely doubts, Heinz would not have reason to attack him out of the blue, and certainly not out of armour. He was obsessed with playing fair, and acting by the book. As far as they are both concerned, they were now both off the clock.
Perry decides to take the clothes and fold them over his arm, but he steps out without putting them on- the vest tends to cinch, which he tolerates, but not without reason-and goes to search for his host to make his goodbyes.
It’s easy enough to find him; Heinz is in the kitchen, naturally, making dinner for himself, with Norm at the dining table carefully slicing vegetables and making prep; something doughy, it seems. Perry wonders if it’s pie-Heinz makes wonderful doonkleberry pie. He rests his hips against the doorjamb, and chatters his teeth to make his presence known, a noise Heinz is well familiar with. It cuts off the man’s mindless chatter, and he beams. Perry can’t help his own answering smile.
"Ah, Perry the Platypus!” He crows. “Just in time for dinner! I don’t suppose you mind setting the table, just need to give me another couple of minutes-,” he cuts himself off as he sees Perry shaking his head, and Perry signs, regretfully, that he has to make himself scarce.
“YOU AREN’T STAYING FOR DINNER?” Norm asks, as despairingly as his cheerful-sounding robotic voice could make it sound. His mouth is down turned.
“Yes, it’s already so late, Perry the Platypus, surely your report could wait a couple of more hours.” Heinz adds, cajoling. “I worry you know, a man has to eat homemade meals every couple of days, else you tend to get sick to the stomach. I don’t know if you cook. I’ve made lemon pie for dessert.” Heinz sing-songs enticingly at the end, and Perry has to admit it’s persuasive. The man really does have a knack for baking.
But he’s already missed out on family dinner yesterday, due to making up for Agent G’s maternity leave, and the Flynn-Fletchers would worry if he missed out on another. He knows for a fact Linda’s made her award-winning meatloaf tonight, and hedgehog cake for supper. He’d hate on missing out on the treat for the world.
He’s halfway through realizing he’s said it out loud, ‘I have homemade meals at home,’ before he freezes, taking in Norm’s and Heinz’s curious blinks, and his hands pause abruptly, letting the sentence trail off awkwardly. He could see from the look on Heinz’s face that he was curious, mouth opening as if to pose a question, but seems to ultimately decide against it. They’ve both scrambled enough of the expected norms of their Villain-to-Spy nemesis-ship today, and crossing the line to figuring out Perry’s home life seems a midge too far, even for them.
Heinz hums, and changes the subject. “Are you really driving home fully dressed like that?”
Perry looks down at himself. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’
“Nothing, which is my point. You could just leave them here, you know, they’re all dirty, Norm can run them through with the rest of the day’s laundry, and you can pick them up tomorrow. It’s weird to see you all dressed down, you know, but not bad weird, a good weird, makes me feel like a good host. That’s how you know you’re an adult sometimes, ugh, just listen to me talk about good hosting etiquette, Vanessa never has to worry about that sort of thing you know, even though she should. I hope Charlene’s teaching her.”
Perry’s wandered over to the coffee machine at this point, using context clues to figure out how it works and avoiding the large red button in a transparent case on the right-hand side of it’s case. He taps it, and churrs again.
“Oh, coffee! That’s a good idea, Perry the Platypus, some strong caffeine to help drive you through that traffic, I bought this travel mug for you!” Heinz hands him a short and stout chrome and teal travel mug with a silicone top and an anti-slip base. “I saw that color while scrolling through Etsy while I was looking at bento-boxes for this scheme I’m cooking up next week-oop, forget I said that Perry the Platypus, no spoilers! It reminded me of you! But the travel mugs aren’t related, it was just in the same shop, I love travel mugs, especially these newer novelty ones, you know there were never any novelty items back in Drusselstein, on account of the state largely frowning on any sort of color or patterns-,”
Perry churrs again, twisting the top of his cup back on and pointing out the door. Heinz visibly deflates.
“Oh, right, yes, leaving, of course, Perry the Platypus, let me just let this simmer and walk you to the door-and leave the clothes with Norm, Perry the Platypus, I’ve told you, you can come to fetch them tomorrow.”
Heinz helps hold the mug for him while he gets himself settled back in the hoverjet, and the clock on his dash informs him he should reach the house just in time to reach the Flynn Fletchers begin dinner if he rushed. Heinz leans forward to hand him the travel mug, leaving them close, just close enough that Perry feels the ridiculous urge to-maybe-leave a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek, the way Lawrence does when Linda was about to leave the house for the errand of the day.
Heinz doesn’t seem to notice, mumbling about setting the mug just right into the cupholder behind the handlebar, because it was hot, Perry the Platypus, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the driving test incident, do we? When Perry switches the jet on, Heinz waves. Perry, inexplicably, tips his hat back in return.
It isn’t until he’s 15 minutes away from the house that he realizes he really had left his vest and tie behind at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. He hopes Heinz doesn’t plan to do anything inadvisable with them.
For some reason, Perry doesn’t believe that he will.
#perryshmirtz#human perry#fic tease#perry the platypus#heinz doofenshmirtz#phineas and ferb#domesticity#5+1 type fic
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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader
chapter two
table of contents
masterlist
summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.
tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap
Kiwo woke up to the warm sun on her face. Her eyes shone like golden honey in the sun as she sleepily blinked. Turning around in her bed, she noticed her phone was dead beside her. She let out a quiet and breathy 'shit' before rushing to get ready for the day.
So far, today was not looking great. Kiwo had no idea what time it was and frantically waited for her phone to charge to know just how late she was for her Ethics class. She quickly got changed and brushed her teeth. In what were only a few minutes felt like hours as her phone refused to light up. She tapped her foot out of impatience, using her mind to somehow make the phone turn on. Eventually, the Apple logo shined on the screen, and Kiwo quickly snatched it into her hands.
11:03 am.
"Fuck!" Kiwo screeched as she quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the dorm room, leaving her phone on the floor charging. She was a half-hour late to class, and it was the day of a big test. It was nearing midterms and her grade in Ethics was already low, and missing this quiz would make it impossible for her to pass the class. Sprinting across campus at record speeds, Kiwo reached for the door handle only to find it locked. She pulled hard, only to be met with an unbreakable force. At this point, crying felt like the sweet release she needed. With her head in her hands, she couldn't help but let the tears flow openly as she dropped to her knees.
"Hey, you alright?" A voice chimed in alongside rushed footsteps. Kiwo wiped away her tears and looked up at the young man. The first thing she noticed was just how well dressed he was, with a black dress shirt and a black blazer. He looked like he was going to a funeral rather than a college class. The next thing she noted was his height- he was easily nearly a foot taller than her.
Kiwo's voice stuttered as she attempted to say she was fine, but her voice contradicted her words. The stress finally got to her, and she was not okay.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He sounded so sweet and knelt to be face-to-face with Kiwo.
"I-it's nothing. I just woke up late and missed a test."
"That's completely okay to cry about," he reassured her with a smile, "Classes are very stressful, that's why I barely try anyway."
Kiwo gave a small laugh and smiled back at the man. He felt comforting and safe, something Kiwo hadn't felt in a while. He stood up and reached a hand out to Kiwo.
"Maybe tea or coffee will help you feel better? I know of this lovely little cafe just a little ways away."
Kiwo gently took his hand with a smile, finally back on her feet. She wiped away what was left of her tears, and followed the older student outside of the building. The sun still shined brightly, making the air feel warm and comforting. Kiwo had her eyes squinted as the sun blinded her, and she realized she had forgotten her glasses.
"Oh, I completely forgot," the man said, facepalming himself in frustration, "I'm Jungkook, by the way."
"I'm Kiwo." She gave him a small smile that went away as Jungkook laughed.
"Kiwo? That's an odd name," Jungkook stopped his chuckling, "Where are you from, anyway?"
"I'm from the States. My name is derived from an African word, though. My parents lived in Nigeria when they were younger, helping build homes and schools and wells."
Jungkook was honestly surprised at her response. "They sound like admirable people."
Kiwo disagreed. "Not really, or at least not anymore. They got deep into drugs when I was a child, and... you know." Bringing up her parents always made Kiwo feel some sort of negative or indifferent feeling. They never really parented her, just expected she'd grow up and know everything. Taking care of themselves was too hard for them, so they couldn't possibly take care of a young child.
Changing the topic of the conversation to another form of small talk, Jungkook and Kiwo politely chatted until they arrived at the cafe Jungkook praised so highly. It had a very relaxing and mellow feel to it, with brown and creme color tones and comfortable-looking furniture. They approached the counter, looking at the menu. Kiwo quickly realized she was in fairly deep, as she didn't recognize some of the words on the board. Thankfully, she knew the Korean words for coffee and such, mainly because they were just the English pronunciations. Nevertheless, the menu looked very intimidating.
"You can get whatever you want, it's on me," Jungkook said with a smile.
"I'll, uh, just get a small caramel macchiato, thanks." Jungkook indicated for Kiwo to take a seat, and ordered the drink for her.
"Ah, hyung!" Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, who had just entered the cafe. He quickly ordered himself a black coffee before sitting down with Jungkook and Kiwo.
He couldn't believe how beautiful she was in person. Her hair looked much lighter in person, a beautiful mix of dark and light brown as well as some near-blonde strands. It was parted down the middle, with shorter strands shaping her face. Big, beautiful, and dark doe eyes met him, and she gave him a shy smile before looking down.
So shy, so sweet.
"Yoongi-hyung, this is Kiwo," Jungkook gestured towards the smaller girl, who waved at Yoongi slightly. Her skin was pale, almost sickly, and her face held a beautiful pattern of freckles around her nose. She blushed under his gaze, still not looking Yoongi in the eyes.
"Kiwo? Where exactly are you from?" Yoongi asked, intrigued by her name.
"It's an African name, but she's from America," Jungkook responded for her. Yoongi looked even more intrigued and slightly confused.
"African? But you're as white as a ghost?"
"It's a long story, hyung."
The three chatted for a while, though Kiwo felt most of the questions were just about her. That was expected, as the two men knew each other, but it still felt like a small invasion of privacy.
"What made you choose to come to study in Korea?" Yoongi asked. South Korea wasn't exactly known for its philosophy programs, so choosing to go to school so far away made little sense to the elder.
"I like Eastern philosophy, and I figured I would become better educated on it here than in the States," Kiwo answered.
She seems passionate, Yoongi thought. Passionate and dedicated enough to move to a completely different country with a completely different culture than what she was used to. That's good, he thought. He could feel himself just getting lost in her eyes as she and Jungkook talked about classes and such.
"Oh, Kiwo-ah, is this your first year here?" Jungkook asked, looking over at Yoongi to see if he was paying attention. Jungkook wanted to be right about his guess of what her age was and wanted to see Yoongi's reaction.
"I'm a first-year. I just turned 18 in August." Kiwo smiled, feeling a little proud of the fact she had just turned 18. Mainly for the fact that she could legally drink while in Korea.
"Aigoo, so young," Jungkook teased, "I'm 23 and Yoongi-hung here is an old man."
"I'm only 27, dumbass," Yoongi smirked at the younger, lightly punching his leg. While he did feel insecure about the rather large age gap and just how old he was, he found comfort in not being the absolute oldest in their group. That honor went to Seokjin, who was one year Yoongi's senior.
Their friend group was an interesting one. They technically all work for Seokjin, who inherited his father's mob business after his retirement. Seokjin didn't do much and delegated tasks to his friends and boyfriend, Namjoon. Namjoon made sure everything was in order and managed the finances and payments. Yoongi was a computer hacker and didn't have to do much besides hack into security systems and attend pointless meetings. There was the occasional excitement of hacking computer databases or doxxing someone, but that was very rare.
Hoseok acted as public relations to an extent. He mainly checked on the clubs the mob-owned and made sure everything was running swell. Jimin tended to just tag along and act as a secretary, always sticking to Taehyung's side. Taehyung had a fun job. He and Jungkook got to go on drug deals and handle unruly clients. Plus, he had the cuteness that was Jimin on his hip.
Kiwo placed her empty cup of coffee on the table and cleared her throat. "I think it's time I head out. I have some studying to do and whatnot."
"Let me drive you home," Yoongi eagerly suggested, and hoped the girl would take him up on his offer. She smiled and nodded her head, and the three walked to Yoongi's car.
"She's probably freaked out about how I knew where she lived despite her not telling me the address." Yoongi stared blankly out of the car windshield as he and Jungkook watched Kiwo enter the dormitory. "She's probably onto us."
"No she's not, hyung," Jungkook tried his best to reassure him, "If anything, she's a bit ditzy. She was probably so caught up in having male attention that she didn't even notice."
Yoongi thought hard about what Jungkook had just said. Kiwo seemed to be almost flirting with them, with her cute little smiles and doe eyes. She had even taken up their offer of a ride home despite knowing them for only an hour at most. As much as Yoongi liked the sweet submissiveness, he wanted her to be harder to get at the start. He wanted to earn her submission, break her down until that's all she can do. Just sit, look pretty, and make Yoongi feel good.
#bts fanfic#yoongi x reader#min yoongi#mafia au#bts little space#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts#vminhope#namjin#my house of stone your ivy grows
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Danny Phantom-- Appearances
Okay I admit I love fics and headcanons where Danny looks and comes off as something distinctly or just slightly not human to everyone. I think its a cool concept that his two forms bleed together as he uses his ghost powers in human form, transforms often and for varying periods of time, and does more casual stuff in ghost form. But if that happens to Danny, wouldn’t it happen to Dani as well?
I like to picture it like this: Danny is powerful, a fighter, a king by conquest, and thinks of himself as both having died and being alive. His Obsessions are Protection and Space. He has an Ice Core and thanks to his affinity for star gazing likes the dark more than bright lights. So as his powers mix with him going through puberty and such he develops traits. He grows tall, like as tall or even slightly taller than his already giant of a father. His pure blue ice colored eyes shine softly like stars. His skin is what poets call moonlight pale with an almost silver sheen. His hair is almost like a black hole its so dark. He has a gaze that only ever looks as empty as a corpse or as piercing as a fairy tale king’s. His canine’s look more like true fangs and all his teeth are white as snow. Despite never seeming to work out beyond running he’s built like a Greek hero statue. His fingers look too elegant for someone built like he is and his nails almost look like he filed them into points. And whenever he talks in anything other than a whisper or a mumble his voice carries and echoes in a way that it’s impossible to ignore a single word.
Then you have Dani. She’s more powerful than most but she never really had a reason to become anything overly special so its more just because she was born like that. She’s a free spirit, someone who broke their chains and now lives unbound by any kind of ‘destiny’ and goes and does as she pleases. She’s a traveler, a wanderer, an explorer. She likes meeting new people and seeing new places around the world. She sees herself as someone who was just born different and thinks that since she was always a half-breed she never really died, meaning she was more... human adjacent. Her Obsessions are Discovery, Freedom, and Experiencing Wonder. So as she grows up her body takes these things on. Her eyes are the blue of a warm spring day’s sky, her hair dark as a winter night. Her smile is welcoming and filled with perfect teeth. She has a healthy fair complexion that never burns or tans. Her hands are soft despite the many hands on tasks she does. She was just above average height and had a physique that was lean and graceful, her walk almost fluttery as if she was almost dancing whenever she moved faster than a slow walk. When she talked her words were lilting, soft, and clear, easily drawing people into conversations. Her gaze was welcoming, joyous, and expressive, putting people at ease when they locked eyes with her.
Danny was a inhumanly powerful being, his might impossible to miss or ignore. He was a King who had cut down demons and godly beings alike and now stood atop their defeated forms.
Dani was a maiden from a fairy tail. She captured people’s attention and hearts without even trying or meaning to. She was something everyone wanted to grab a hold of or become, but both desires were forever out of their reaches.
What do you all think?
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dani phantom#eldritch danny#headcanon#being a halfa is weird#glowing eyes#inhuman danny#when jazz introduces her siblings to people they freak out#people love dani#people are scared of danny#no one in amity notices that danny looks weird#danny doesn't realize he looks scary#when danny goes on vacation people freak out#cultists love him
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