#why is this such a mood lmao oh babygirl
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I think this is the third post I promised in the poll lmao, I've been all over the place recently. Yall better get ready though cause I'm planning something big for my birthday in two weeks. 🫢
Also my dumbass did not proofread so if anything is off I am sorry
Wanna Ride?
Mirage x Fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, no protection cause he's a car, using a vibrator, mirage is babygirl and I love him, PRAISE, spelling mistakes,
Slipping on your thin sweatshirt, you giggle to yourself as you grab your keys and head out of your apartment.
Rushing down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator, you jog out to the back parking lot where you see a gray and blue striped Porsche waiting in your spot.
Hearing the big metal door close behind you, Mirage honks at you, revving his engine and opening the passenger side door for you. You skip happily and slide into the car, the seat warm against your practically bare thighs.
"Hi, baby, I missed you," You laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. Mirage revs the engine again, his voice coming out of the radio.
"Not as much as I missed you," He pulled your seat belt on and pulled out of the parking lot, taking you deep into the quiet dark that was New York.
"So, what're we doing tonight? Your message was quite vague," You tease, watching the lights flash by, you loved late night drives.
"Well, Prime said I had patrol tonight so obviously I invited you along,"
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, leaning back in the chair and crossing your legs. "Of course, you'd do that, even though last time-"
"What was that?" He interrupts, his driving not slowing down or faltering.
You squint your eyes, looking out the windows, hoping something wasn't about to fall out of the sky towards you. "What was what?"
"Your dress," He states, you bite your lip, hands gripping the edges of your sundress, trying to hide your blush.
"It's...just an outfit," You smooth out the fabric against your thighs, folding your hands in your lap, looking out the window, hoping he wouldn't mention how red your face was.
"hmm," He hums, then cranks up the AC blowing cold air on you, making your skirt flip up, exposing your lower half.
"Mirage!"
He gasped, making your blush crawl down your neck. "You're not wearing underwear!" He laughed, the sound reverberating through the leather seats. "You dirty girl, you wanna get laid,"
"I didn't think you'd be on a mission from Optimus! I thought it was just gonna be a fun drive," You try to fight the blush and heat racing through your body but you can't.
"We can still have a fun ride," He speaks quietly, still driving down the dark streets. "Show me,"
You gawk, stuttering, feeling your hands start to shake. Biting your lip, your hands travel down your thighs, taking the edge of your dress and pulling it up to your waist. You roll your hips forward, readjusting to present yourself to him.
It felt so daring to do this, but with the rising threat to the Autobots, Mirage had his windows tinted. Thankfully, even though you were still on a main road with other cars, no one could see how far down you were slouched in your seat.
"Shit, baby, you shaved for me?" You loved how he always made you laugh, it helped lighten the mood and ease any tension you had, in all situations with him, not just sexual.
"We haven't seen each other in a few weeks, I wanted to surprise you," You mumble.
"Oh, I'm surprised alright," the glove box pops open, showing a small cardboard box and a few loose papers. "Open the box, baby,"
Leaning forward, you pull out the little box, flicking open the lid and feeling yourself get even redder.
Your vibrator sat wrapped in tissues. Taking it out, you slam the glove box shut, making him groan then laugh.
"I was looking everywhere for this!"
"Well, now you have it...why don't you show me how much you missed me?" He revs the engine, making your seat vibrate against your legs.
You smile, spreading your legs and setting the toy against your slit. Rubbing it up and down to coat the silicone tip before pressing it to your clit and turning it on.
You gasped, biting your lip to keep your noises down, gripping the seats with your other hand. Your nails digging into the leather and making Mirage groan softly.
"That's it, baby, just like that," He praised, taking a left down a side road that didn't have nearly as much traffic.
His praise and compliments always made you feel so incredibly sexy. You knew even though you couldn't see his eyes that he was watching you. It was such a strange and surreal feeling: one that was truly addicting.
Feeling yourself grow wetter and more turned on, you slipped the toy down your folds and to your entrance, feeling it pulse beneath the toy.
"Shit, baby," He swore, sounding winded.
"You like the view?" You tease, gaining a bit of confidence.
"I can feel you leaking against the seats," peering down, you see a small puddle forming between your thighs. Fuck that's hot.
"I feel like I should apologize,"
"Don't you dare," He speeds up, turning down another few winding roads, you had no idea where he was going.
You pushed the toy in about an inch inside you, mewling softly, rotating your hips on the seat. "I wish you were touching me," You sigh.
"As you wish," the glove box whirs softly, then from under the door, you see Mirage's arm emerge, his cools finger stracing your knee.
You gasp, laughing softly. "I didn't know you could do that,"
"It's a bit of a twist, but damn is it worth it," He says breathlessly. His fingers are cold and soft, the metal tickling your skin as he drags them up the inside of your legs.
Putting his hand over yours, his palm engulfing your hand and toy easily, he shuts it off and places it in the cup holder.
With his knuckle, he rubs it up and down your folds, making you moan softly, both hands gripping his seats.
"Fuck, you're soaked," He moans, his thumb pressing and rubbing small quick circles on your clit.
Taking his middle finger, he runs in down your folds before pressing it at your weeping entrance. Pushing in at a slow pace to not overwhelm you.
One of his fingers was as thick as two of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling sweat form at your temple and shoulders.
You lean forward, taking off your sweatshirt and pulling the top of your dress down, pulling your sleeves to the side to expose your blue bra.
"You like the color?" You run a hand over the lace, teasing your nipple through the fabric.
"That's my blue," He whispers in a daze.
To get back at you, he starts moving his finger, a strong even pace that has you clawing at the seat and door, trying to not scream out in the open road.
"Fuck, Mirage," You can hear the wet squelch as his finger moves in and out of your core, it's turning you on even more.
"You like this, baby?" You nod, moaning and panting. "You're doing so well, you want another one?"
"Yes,"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'd like another finger in me," You're too close to cumming to care how desperate you sound.
Pulling his finger out almost all the way, he lines up his ring finger, pushing against your slit and letting your wetness drip down onto his fingers. Then he pushed forward, being slow and careful, but still making sure it felt good.
When you hissed in pain at the second knuckle, his thumb pressed and rubbed your clit. You threw your head back, feeling your stomach tighten, a band pulling in your core.
"Please, Mirage," You moan.
"Please what, baby?" He pulls out onto a dirt road, going along a quiet neighborhood.
"Please let me come," You beg.
"Oh. You're gonna cum?" He teases, moving his fingers and clit in a maddening rhythm. "You gonna cum all over my seats? Squirt and stain the leather?"
Fuck, you loved it when he talked like this. You moaned loudly, feeling the band grow taught, his fingers squelched as he finger-fucked you hard.
He curled his fingers, pressing them against your g-spot and pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing harshly.
"Mirage!" You scream, feeling the band snap and your vision go black. Sound faded out, nothing mattered except the amazing feeling of cumming around his fingers.
Your back arches before setting against the leather, panting heavily. Opening your eyes, you see that he's stopped.
You're in a garage, you're not where but it looks abandoned, it was dim and dusty.
"You alright, baby?" He removed his fingers, rubbing the back of his hand against the expanse of your thighs.
"Yeah, that was just a big one," You laugh, unbuckling and opening the door. On shaking legs, you roll your shoulders hearing the classic mechanical whirring of Mirage transforming.
As you turn around, he's already coming at you. One hand cups the side of your face, and the other wraps around your waist, pulling you up and pushing you against his chest.
He kisses you hungrily, moaning and groaning into your mouth. Even with metallic lips, they were smooth and warm, not in a way you understood, but appreciated nonetheless.
He lifts your feet off the ground, swallows your gasp, and pushes you against a wide support pillar.
"Do you know who's garage this is?" You pant in between kisses.
"Nope," He smiles against your lips, moving down and nipping at your neck.
He doesn't have normal saliva, but his mouth does produce some spit like substance. It doesn't have a taste but leaves little tingles on your lips and skin.
"Mirage, I need you," You pant, your arms clawing down the smooth metal.
"Shit, hold on," He moans, his arms dropping your your waist, then suddenly he's on his knees and lifting your body up the pillar.
"Mirage!" You gasp, your hands holding onto his large metallic head.
He leans in, running his tongue along your folds, moaning loudly, his hands moving from your waist to under your thighs, keeping you fully supported above him.
You feel the strange layers of metal that make up his tongue, you don't have time to think about it more when you feel it pressing at your entrance.
He puts just the tip in, then licks up to your clit, giving it a little suck, then going back down, over and over again.
"Baby, baby," you pant, your hips rolling against his face. "I'm gonna cum," You whine.
He sucks your clit one last time, not hard enough for you to cum, then stands up, hauling you up and bending you over one of the old cars.
It had a thick layer of dust and looked like it hadn't been driven in decades.
Mirage pulls your dress up, keeping a hand on your lower back to keep you bent. You hear more shifting and whirring before feeling something hot and smooth rub against your thighs.
You moan, arching your back. He chuckles quietly from behind you. "You want this spike, baby?"
Oh, he must be just as desperate as you, he normally uses the "human" version of body parts as you called it. Spike was one that honestly fit.
He pumps himself, then slaps his tip against your folds, making you jump and squirm.
"Mirage, please," he eases himself inside, moaning loud as you. God, he's huge, in all sense of the word.
He pushes in until his cool hips are flush to yours, then leans over your shaking body. One hand gripping your hip and the other just above your head.
"Can....can I move?" He pants, you feel his legs shaking behind you.
"Yes, baby, fuck me,"
He pulls almost all the way out just to slam back in, strong hard snaps of his hips that have you moaning and crying in this random person's garage.
With your face pressed against the dirty car, you reach an arm up toward his hand. Your fingers curling around his, he lifts his hand and engulfs yours, squeezing firmly.
"F...frag," Mirage grits out, his hips moving faster. You'd laugh at the Cybertroian swear if you weren't on the verge of another orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum," You cry, lifting your hips up slightly. His fingers are digging into your hips, you can feel little pin pricks and know they'll be bruised in the morning.
"Yes, yes, please overload with me," He leans down, pressing his face into your neck, hips moving at an erratic fast pace. "Overload....with....me!" He slips his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing with the same pace as his thrusts.
You buck and moan and cum around him, feeling his hand grip yours tighter, feeling him fill you, his hips bucking into you deeply. He raises up on his tiptoes, curling in further around you, pumping until he was spent.
He sighs, stopping his hips and lowering back onto flat feet. He kisses and nips at your neck.
"You alright, baby?" He rubs his nose on your cheek.
"Yeah," You giggle. "Yeah, I'm alright,"
He straightens up, rubbing your hips and back in soothing circles. "Sorry, I didn't ask before overloading in you,"
"It's alright, baby, it's not like you can get me pregnant," You both laugh softly.
He pulls out and pulls the edge of your dress down, helping you stand on shaking legs. You stand on shaking legs, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, hands on his chest you lean up into a kiss.
"I love you, baby," You whisper.
"Love you, too," He mumbles against your lips, holding you close to his spark.
#HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA#i wrote this thing WEEEKS AGO#like when rotb first came out#but then he came in third in the poll lmao#transformers#transformers fanfiction#tf#transformers rise of the beasts#tf rotb#transformers rotb#mirage#tf mirage#tf rotb mirage#mirage rotb#mirage x reader#rotb mirage x reader#it is my works
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hello! are requests open? if yes can i request ateez reaction to you having dimples, please? I love your writing!
Dimples are the cutest you lucky duck! <3
Trigger Warning: use of term "love-handle"
Hongjoong:
your smile is his favorite of all your features
especially when he knows that he's the reason for it
and youre dimples just seal the deal
loves to leave little kisses on your dimples whenever they appear
like if youre watching a movie and theres a scene that upsets you
your dimples will appear when you purse your lips
and he's just gotta kiss em
also takes uber artsy photos of them
like if youre sleeping, he'll get his camera out
lowkey creepy lmao
but he will get really close to take a picture of like, the corner of your mouth and snap a picture the second a dimple appears
and they actually turn out really well and he gets them printed
carries one with him on tour
Seonghwa:
when he holds your face
hold on, give me a minute before I cry
he uses your dimples to put his thumbs in
calls them love handles
but on your face
because he can hold you so easy and comfortably
even if he can't see them because your face is relaxed
he will just put his thumbs there and wait
it's impossible not to smile when he does it
and if you're having a rough day and not in the mood to smile
you at least humor him and tense your cheeks so your dimples appear
I'm crying anyway don't touch me
Yunho:
okay I know he doesn't really have dimples
but when he smiles his cheeks fluff out and theres like
a place where his smile lines will form one day? when he gets wrinklies?
and he'll put your hands on his smile line thingies
and then he'll poke your dimples
and say that your dimples would fit in his smile lines
and his smile lines would spoon your dimples lmao
cute but lowkey crack
bc wtf is he talking about
he will proceed to launch into a rant about how every part of you guys fit together so naturally and perfect
gets cheesy with it really fast lol
Yeosang:
the babygirl-est of the babygirls
he has lil soft baby dimples yk?
like you really need to pay attention to see them
and he doesn't really care about his own anyway to be honest
but if you say you like his then he will drag you into a mutual obsession with each other's dimples
he starts drawing all his hehetmons with lil dimples omg
will draw smiley faces with dimples on sticky notes to leave on your stuff or around your apartment
will have his makeup artists highlight that feature of his
and if you wear makeup he'll ask you to do the same
enjoys when you point out his dimples in his fancams
San:
okay this boy got some DIMPS
if he notices that you have them too he's endlessly endeared
will do more subtle things to show his appreciation for them instead of outright telling you he loves them on you
will kiss them... but then also press kisses to the rest of your face
will trace them with his fingers... but then brush some hair behind your ear
not as subtle as he thinks though
when he's drunk, or so tired that he feels drunk, he will definitely tell you
like "you know my favorite part about your face"
excuse me, wtf
"your dimples"
oh
Mingi:
we all know he don't be wearin' his GLASSES
so literally won't notice you have dimples until like... week 3 of dating you
but when he does notice?
OMG why didn't you tell him sooner
rages on about how he's missing all the beauty in the world
can't believe he never noticed
becomes a lil playful argument about why he either needs to wear his glasses, or invest in some contacts
he refuses because he'd love you even if he couldn't see at all
wait... did you just say you love me?
Wooyoung:
listen
will bite you.
He will, I swear
notices a dimple one day and the cuteness aggression is just too overwhelming
puts his teeth on your cheek and sees if his teeth fall into your dimple oh so perfectly
and they do
will make it a little game
will tell you to stop smiling and then gently put his teeth on your cheek and tell you to smile again
just to see if he can guess where your dimple shows
definitely an activity he gets a little overzealous about when he's drunk lmao
Jongho:
gentle sweet boy
will never tell you that he loves your dimples while you're paying attention nono
closeted soft boy
will trace them and kiss them while you're sleeping though
or at least while he thinks you're sleeping mwahaha
but you'll never tell him you know he does that because you never want him to stop
you may also notice that his lockscreen is always a photo where your dimples are extremely obvious
but please don't tease him he'll cry
#ateez#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez fanfic#ateez fluff#ateez yunho#fanfiction#ateez san#fluff#ateez jongho#ateez fanfiction#ateez imagines#ateez mingi#ateez hongjoong#ateez yeosang#ateez wooyoung#ateez seonghwa#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jung wooyoung#choi san#choi jongho#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#song mingi#ateez crack
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bsd ramblings (season 5)
nikolai is my scrungo
bro can’t live without his electronics omg that chronically online mf
dazai <3
HI RANPO I MISSED YOU
HI POE OMG KISS RANPO
“yeah you helped out we don’t have time for all your gloating right now” AWWW THEYRE IN LOVE
“tttttttttttttterrorist!!!” bro stutters more than wattpad y/n
WHERE THE HELL IS AKUTAGAWA I HAVENT SEEN HIM IN FOREVER
i love bsd’s intros omfg. the animation, the music, it’s amazing
kunikida’s hands said “nuh uh”
bro has a massive hangover lmao
i love how the guys are fangirling
why is he a dilf
“no im not! i’m…young!” silly
atsushi has a fear of abandonment? mood
HI AKUTAGAWA I MISSED YOU
dazai <33333333333333333
SHIN SOUKOKUUUUU
dazai our he/they king
“a new generation of double black” YES WKNEIDNEJDSSHBEHDBE
“you’re the trial for me” that’s what she (akutagawa) said
AKUTAGAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
ATSUSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
oh they’re ok it’s fine. forgot we were going on anime rules
akutagawa has a lung disease?? damn. womp womp. L. roll better stats
i want to hug whoever made the season 5 intro. it’s my favorite
istfg if akutagawa actually dies i’m killing myself
HI BRAM. SWORD VAMPIRE MAN
AKUTAGAWA IS A FUCKING VAMPIRE NOW WTF
why is vampirism kinda hot (i’m a sex repulsed asexual)
WHAT KIND OF SEMIPOP MUSIC IS PLAYING
dazai you silly babygirl
i am a fyodor/dazai bestie truther
nikolai is so fucking silly
“because i missed you, bestie!” how about boyfriend nikolai?
nikolai/fyodor
bram basically adopting the kid is amazing and i love it
“this is a fantastic opportunity, a true gift from heaven” dazai you absolute suicidal mood
“i’m sleepy. take me back” MOOD BRAMBRAM
the kid having trauma is a mood
brambram having an ipod is something i needed
dazai/sigma besties
dazai dancing with his bestie is amazing
HI KENJI I MISSED YOU
CHUUYA IS A VAMPIRE NOW?????
kenji having anger issues but appearing chill is a whole mood
imagine fighting a dude and passing out like bros
“you’re pretty sharp for a three year old” lmao dazai
is fyodor gonna die? dammit i liked that dude
DAZAI PUT SHOES ON I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR DOGS
dazai being manipulative is so fun to see. i love seeing the burnt wet cat being toxic
“do you want me to drown you in a bathtub?” “what’s a bathtub?” LMAO I LOVE THOSE TWO
damn childhood friends
is dostoyevsky a christian????? nah i refuse
dazai, sigma, dostoyevsky, and nikolai are besties and commit every crime ever (except for like. animal abuse and rape and the shit they wouldn’t do)
WAIT IS CHUUYA GONNA KILL DAZAI NONONONONKNSJENDUENWJFBWJCBEUCUENCUENDHBEUDHDHE
brambram and the girl are so silly. i love them (i don’t ship them ofc don’t get the wrong idea, parent and kid silly)
dostoyevsky said help me and went crazy
split personality??? MOOD????
awww cmon i was hoping for did dostoyevsky
“FUCK THAT REALLY HURT” GOD I LOVE DAZAI
CHUUYA DONT YOU DARE KILL DAZAI
DAZAI WINDSUBEIDBWDU WHDBSHWBDUE
NOOOOOOOOO
IM ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY OMFG OMWHDJWNDUW UB WE BEHXBEHDYEH
DAZAIIIIWJHEUDNSUCNDHD
ANIME RULES BETTER ANIME
I NEED DAZAI TO LIVE GODDAMMIT
MY WET CAT HAS TO LIVE
NIKOLAI STFU DAZAI IS DEAD
O S A M U D A Z A I
SIGMA NOOOOOOOOOO
OH THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK SWEET BABY JESUS
MY BABYGIRL IS OKAY
“who are you calling a dumbass??” CHUUYA KISS YOUR HUSBAND
i love him <33333
PLEASE TELL ME SIGMA IS OKAY THOUGH
nikolai just say you have a crush on fyodor
nikolai and fyodor commit tax evasion together
bro got fucking stabbed by a girlboss
the grey haired motherfuckers are gay your honor
WHY IS BRAM FUCKING STOKER HOT
why the new villain kinda 😳😳
SHIN SOUKOKUUUUUUU
boyfies explained by my moot (@duckduckgoose-exe):
Okay here are the amazing ships as different types of boyfies
Chuuya and Dazai: ‘I hate you’ means ily boyfies
Atsushi and Akutagawa: boyfailure boyfies
Ranpo and Poe: autism boyfies
Jouno and Tecchou: ‘you fucking idiot’ boyfies
Nikolai and Fyodor: crazy but in the homoerotic way boyfies
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hello I’m here again with my hannibal notes/reactions (s1 ep10) except it’s just the silly goofy ones 🫶
nothing good ever happens in an isolated cabin at night
wolf imagery 😳😳 okay then
canary imagery 😳😳 OKAY THEN
NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS IN THE ATTIC
WILL SOUNDS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO LOSE IT SAME KING
the real question is why is will gutting a fish right on his tabletop without a chopping board. or even wiping down the surfaces first. mans lives with dogs that’s so unhygienic. freak
jack should’ve forcibly removed will the moment he started showing signs of distress 😭 shit dude
“I just got disoriented, I can go back in” baby boy you were covered in blood like two minutes ago calm down
“you don’t think of yourself as the killer” jack what do you think empathising is he literally puts himself into someone else’s shoes 😭
the more distressed he is the more babygirl he looks what’s up with that
will’s dialogue is SOOO edgy like I know he’s in distress but also I’m giggling “as if I were 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 a ＳＴＲＡＮＧＥＲ…” LMAO ily strange man
“and how it affects you 👀😏😮💨”
“you need to accept that what you’re struggling with *dramatic pause* is mental illness” I’M SORRY I LAUGHED OFC YOU’RE MENTALLY ILL WILL LMAOOOO
dw will we’re alllll mentally ill around here
not hannibal taking will to the doctors like he’s his husband 😭 hannibal doesn’t need to be there, he could’ve just recommended the doctor and sent a referral but noooo he’s there next to him. two seconds away from reaching out to hold will’s hand and stroke his knuckles with him thumb or some shit
hannibal and the doctor are giving each other the “it’s the mental illness innit?” look
NOT HANNIBAL BEING LIKE OH YA I ALREADY KNOW WHAT’S UP I SMELLED IT LMAOOOOO 🤭
he’s so silly goofy and evil </333
“it has heat, a fevered sweetness” why would u say it like that </33 ah yeah will? my platonic bestie and patient? he has a fevered sweetness to him
even the doctor is like wtf ??? 😭
they need to stop studying will like a bug </333
will is like my empath powers are going stupid crazy nuts bro
“the symptoms are only going to get worse” “I know… it’s unfortunate for will 😊” HANNIBAL IS SAUR SICK LIKE I SQUEAKED OUT LOUD WHY IS IT FUNNY AND UPSETTING AT THE SAME TIME
the doctor is like wtf ??? 😭 part 2 electric boogaloo
“what do you smell on me?” “opportunity :D” WHY WAS THAT SO FRIGHTENING SIR SIT UR ASS DOWN U CREEP *sprays his face with a squirt bottle*
NOT THE SMILE WILL IS SO CREEPY
THIS SHOW IS SO TWISTY
NOT WILL COMING CLOSER AND BEV STEPPING BACK LIKE DW QUEEN I’D BE NERVOUS TOO
he is so babygirl in that sweater wtf
“I feel like I’m seeing a ghost” ME???
“just do me a favour and publish it posthumously” “after your death or mine?” why was this romantic am I insane
will is like oh shit she’s just like me fr why are all these killers just like me ??
someone get will OUTTTT
SO TRUE JACK TAKE RESPONSIBILITY
DON’T LISTEN TO WILL HE’S IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD
everyone needs to stop gaslighting will fr but also will needs to stop gaslighting everyone too LMAOOO
jack and will’s whole relationship is gaslight on gaslight violence
“I am bedrock!” minecraft ??? sorry NNBDHHD
hannibal and sutcliffe totally slept together at one point I’m calling it now true and real
SUTCLIFFE DID NOT JUST CALL WILL A PIG
sutcliffe is totally thinking there’s something else going on between them he’s sitting there like you know what my sense of smell ain’t half bad either because it definitely smells fruity in here
“will is my friend” THE WAY HE SAYS IT FUCKKK
hannibal you’re so STUPID
he’s so self-unaware,,, seek help 💖🚩
hannibal is like one of those boys who fail to flirt with their crush by passing notes under the table saying they’re ugly and should get out of his school </333
WILL IS ON THE LOOSE
rip sutcliffe </33 shouldn’t have called will a pig to hannibal’s face
“I have a habit of collecting strays” *sobs*
#this one has been in the drafts for a hot minute I kept forgetting to post it#this is probably why people queue things#but will I after this? no 💖#anyway hannibal is literally the goofiest guy ever you ain’t ever seen a man so self-unaware </333#hannibal#nbc hannibal#will graham#hannigram#ghost reacts
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SP 1999 EPISODE 2 LIVEBLOG
Who is the man throwing confetti out of the window at percy lmao what a mood
Girl what is this dancing it is so unhinged
Emilia fox what are you doing here and how has your hair changed so drastically
She's gaslighting gatekeepers and girbossing all over the place and love that
TONY YOU SWEET BOY YOU GO GET THAT BATH ACTION
Marguerite in Paris what sins will she commit
That didn't work very well did it
Chavelin you are being very suspicious what do you know
You tell him babygirl
I know it's something of a cover but that coat is pretty fabulous
THE WHOLE WORLD CAN NOW SEE THAT TOMY DEWHURST GOT BITCHES
ROBESPIERRE AND HIS GUILLOTINE COAT BUTTONS AKSNEKEKSNDJKDD
EMILIA FOX WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOU'RE FLIRTING WITH CHAUVELIN
Andrew and Tony being Sneaky Boys™️ is amazing
"SHUFFLE-ON" AKSNDKWNDKD
THE CHAIR THROUGH THE WINDOW TO ESCAPE WAS SO DRAMATIC
TONY NO HOW COULD THEY
DONT KICK HIM YOU BASTARD YOUVE JUST SHOT HIM HASNT HE SUFFERED ENOUGH
Percy riding past on Chavvys horse
WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKK
HE JUST SHOT TONY IN THE FUCKING HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET :((((((
MARTIN SHAW AS CHAUVELIN YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR THIS
YEAH HE KNEW THE RISKS PERCY BUT DOESNT MEAN HIM GETTING FUCKING SHOT IN THE HEAD IS OKAY
Chauvelin you have kicked enough people while they're down today you do not have to be mean to Marguerite
Chauvvy you slimy fuck go away leave my beloved St Justs alone
Secret escape tunnels for the win
Percy leaving sassy notes is amazing
EMILIA FOX WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHY ARE YOU IN BED WITH CHAUVELIN
Tbh I wouldn't be able to look away from Emilia Fox either
This poor prison governer can't catch a break
The league are hot when they're threatening people with guns
ARMANDDDDDD :DDDDD HES SAFE :DDDDD
Oh no percy may be a little bit fucked
PERCY AND MARGUERITE REUNION <333333
SWEET BABEYS
Bro you aren't even gonna untie his hands when you want him to write you a list? Fuckin dumbasses
Percy just casually having 5 different secret compartments in a single shoe
DID HE JUST SNAP A MAN'S NECK?
Uh oh that is a rather large mob of angry French people
Well this didn't happen in the books
The body count on this series must be insane
Marguerite on trial what sins did she commit?
EMILIA FOX WHY MUST YOU BE EVIL AND DENOUNCE MARGUERITE AND LOOK HOT WHILE YOU DO IT
Chauvelin stop slut shaming your mistress that's not very progressive of you
Robespierre balancing his glasses on top of his wig ajdbdjdjdjekwkw
Marguerite kinda slaying the short hair honestly
THAT GIRL LOOKS 12 YEARS OLD DONT YOU DARE PUT HER NEAR A GUILLOTINE
Richard E Grant looks hot being shoved against a wall during the sword fight honestly
NOOOOOO HE KILLED EMILIA FOX
LETS GO BOAT SEX
And that's the opening 2 parter of the series finished!!! So far I'm having a lot of fun with the series, distraught about some of the characters we've lost so soon but hoping that we'll get some fun new ones in the next few episodes
#sky liveblogs#sky watches sp1999#the scarlet pimpernel 1999#richard e. grant#elizabeth mcgovern#martin shaw#the scarlet pimpernel
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Jack’s high school crush. DAYUMMMM so what I’m hearing she a day one 🤭
"The one and only." He grinned, opening his arms. Y- I- I wanna say I can’t believe you js says that. But you are truly corny my love 😭
After that he and his close friends were going to go to a strip club called Club Mystique for a small after party between the guys. You gon see yo girl sooner then ya thought Jacky 👀
'UofL 2020'. Jack frowned. Why would she have the University of Louisville in her bio when she was at Stanford. Hmmm mind ya business 😐
“What's the move after this?” a girl that wouldn’t leave Jack’s side asked. Bitch…The move is for you to MOVE yo ass somewhere else 🫶🏽
The whole night she acted like she was friends with people, eventually getting a seat next to Jack. Babygirl is dedicated,I’ll give her an A for effort
“Oh my god, she’s such a fucking slut.” the random I’m sooo confused on who invited this wannabe ass bitch into the conversation 🤨 and WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A SLUT U DESPERATE HOE?!
“Who the fuck are you?” Urban asked, taking his blunt from her. “No one knows who the fuck you are. Please don’t fucking insert yourself in a conversation that wasn’t directed to you.” MOTHAFUCKIN PERIOD TELL HER URB!! PUT THAT RAGGEDY BITCH IN HER PLACE!!
Jack sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. He was absolutely blown away by her. He watched her as she gave him her back once more and tossed her hat in the. She repeated the same hip rolls this time giving Jack a spectacular view of her ass. She crawled backwards until she reached the pole. She stood up, still with her back to him, and removed her vest, tossing it to the side. Shit I’m mesmerized to 😭 the way I’m imagining this is wowww
Had he known he’d be there daily. BYEEEEEE 😭 honestly…same tho 👀
“Hey, that’s the name of my album.” he said, trying to lighten up the mood. Now is NOT the time bookie 😕
She hugged her knees crying even harder. She never felt so humiliated in her life. Aww babe it’s okay 🥹 trust that white man is nothing to be embarrassed in front of
He gave her false hopes, tricking her into giving him all her family’s savings to do some paperwork to bring them back. It wasn’t until a month later that she realized she was scammed. BLANCAAAA U GOT ME OVER HERE BAWLINGGGG FR 😭🥹🥲
A year had passed until her parents found out worked at the strip club through one of the church’s deacons, Uhhhh what was one of the CHURCH DEACONS doin at a damn club 😭✋🏽
DAYUMMMM so what I’m hearing she a day one 🤭 alexa play 9th grade
Y- I- I wanna say I can’t believe you js says that. But you are truly corny my love 😭 lmaoooo
You gon see yo girl sooner then ya thought Jacky 👀 no fr like hold your horses
'Hmmm mind ya business 😐 fr like if it doesn't affect your life then don't question it
Bitch…The move is for you to MOVE yo ass somewhere else 🫶🏽 thw way I CACKLEDDD
Babygirl is dedicated,I’ll give her an A for effort like loser behavior
I’m sooo confused on who invited this wannabe ass bitch into the conversation 🤨 and WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A SLUT U DESPERATE HOE?!“Who the fuck are you?” Urban asked, taking his blunt from her. “No one knows who the fuck you are. Please don’t fucking insert yourself in a conversation that wasn’t directed to you.” MOTHAFUCKIN PERIOD TELL HER URB!! PUT THAT RAGGEDY BITCH IN HER PLACE!! you and urban sharing a brain <333
Shit I’m mesmerized to 😭 the way I’m imagining this is wowww i got inspo from a gifset my friend made
BYEEEEEE 😭 honestly…same tho 👀 he'd go broke lmao
Now is NOT the time bookie 😕 he was feeling a lil goofy
Aww babe it’s okay 🥹 trust that white man is nothing to be embarrassed in front of like <///3
BLANCAAAA U GOT ME OVER HERE BAWLINGGGG FR 😭🥹🥲 i'm sorry bby 😭😭😭
Uhhhh what was one of the CHURCH DEACONS doin at a damn club 😭✋🏽 no bc the hypocrisyyyy
tyyy for reading, your reactions were worth the wait <3
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Squirt Gun
Please don't come for me with the title I'm literally writing this in Statistics lmao
Warnings: Pistol whipping, gun kink, hood bakugou because that's honestly a danger, a chair dies, dry humping?? (reader humps a gun), dirty talk, daddy kink, brat reader, pain kink, cum play, cum eating, you literally like fuck next to a dead body is that exhibitionism LMAO, this is very agressive and angry and heavily unedited
Happy Bakugou Day !!!! @hanji-is-life
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Today was not it. You lost your wallet, left your phone in the car, the shoes you were eyeing got bought right in front of you, and to top it all off your boyfriend blew you off for date night. You were not in the mood for any bullshit, but unfortunately that's exactly what Bakugou had planned for you
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Walking into your shared place, you look around the empty living room, noticing the table is set and there's food on the counter. You take your shoes off and make your way to Bakugou's office, not seeing him in there. Dropping your shit off in the bedroom and changing from your street clothes to a cute silk set, you trot downstairs to the basement where your man keeps his...clients. You hear muffled crying and figure he's doing an "interview". He always told you not to disturb him when he's working, but you couldn't care less at this point, opting to be a brat.
You bust the door open, making the client jump and Bakugou's head turn towards the door, only able to see your fuzzy slippers as you trot down the stairs, stopping halfway down.
"Katsuki Bakugou! You skipped date night for this shit?"
You see Bakugou clench his fist, taking a deep breath before turning towards you, snarling up at you.
"Thanks for letting this fucker know my name, Brat."
You scoff, making your way down the rest of the stairs.
"Oh please, just kill him and get your stupid ass upstairs. I wanna spend the night with my boyfriend !!"
Bakugou silently makes his way towards you, rage making him shake. You take your eyes up and down his figure, taking in his black wife beater and black sweats, signature gold chain resting against the swell of his pecs and glittering rings adorning his thick fingers. His right fist is clenched while his left grips onto his glock, and your face flushes with the memory of what he had to do to it. You jump slightly when Bakugou slams the gun into the railing of the stairs, glaring at you through crimson eyes.
"You want me to hurry up, yeah? Why don't you kill him yourself, Ma."
You huff, stomping down the stairs, the look of amusement on the man's face making you pause.
"She's gonna kill me? This pretty little-"
He's cut off with a click and a bang, Bakugou holding the glock up to the mans forehead, red eyes showing no mercy.
"God, he didn't know how to shut up."
You roll your eyes and turn around to go back upstairs when you feel a big hand grabbing your wrist.
"Nd where do ya think yer' goin, Mama? I'm not done with your bratty ass. On the chair, legs spread."
You bring wide eyes over to the only chair in the room, the one the man is sitting on.
"B-but-"
"Bu bu but nothin'. You wanted to be a little bitch, so now you gotta pay the consequences, Princess. Don't make Daddy repeat himself hm?"
You make your way over to the wooden chair, pushing the slumped man off with a grunt before situating yourself on it, crossing your legs and fixing Bakugou with a defiant stare. He snarls down at you, walking briskly over before clocking you with the glock, the sting on your cheek bringing tears to your eyes and wetness to your panties.
"Such a disobient little cunt."
With the last word, he lands a harsh smack of the gun against your thigh, using it to pry them open.
"I was gonna buy you sum cute shit with the money that freak owed me, but you just couldn't be patient, could you?"
You whine at that, muttering a ,
"You flaked on me-"
"Me? I flaked on you? Nah Princess, check ya fuckin calendar cause date night was here. Tonight, and you blew me off to go shopping. Made yer favorite dish and everything and now it's all shitty and cold."
You pout up at him with a tremble bottom lip, mumbling a string of m' sorry Daddy's before getting cut off when he pops you once again, this time with his ring clad hand.
"Too late now, Ma. Hands behind you, legs spread. If you make a single sound, I'll shove my glock back into your pretty mouth, but this time I ain't letting you breath. "
As if he had let you breath before.
You spread your legs open, clasping your hands behind your back and holding back a squeal when he shoves the gun into your panties, pressing it against your clit before shoving your thighs closed and commanding you to grind. You stare in shock before getting a sharp slap to your thigh.
Immediately you grind your hips against the nozzle of the gun, your mouth hanging open in ecstacy when the ridges rub you just right. Bakugou grabs the back of your neck, spitting onto your tongue before dragging his tongue along yours and capturing your lips, reaching down and flicking your nipples through your shirt.
You arch up into his hands, trying your hardest to hold in your whines. He pulls away and moves to your ear, kissing on it before whispering against you.
"Such a little slut, hm? Grinding against my glock like that. I could just pull the trigger and you'd be done, just like that."
Your hips stutter against the weapon, breathing labored.
"Oh? Does my dirty girl like that?"
You look up at him with teary eyes, silently pleading for him to let you cum, speak, anything.
He chuckles, pushing the metal up against your clit harder and whispering a breathy,
"Cum all over my glock, Mama."
And you're gone, creaming your panties and the gun, silently convulsing as you try your hardest not to let a sound out. Bakugou mumbles a series of good girl's into your hairline before lifting you up and placing you on his lap, sweats pulled down under his ass to let his meaty cock spring up, giving you a moment to adjust before sliding home, making you gasp out.
"Don't bother hiding those pretty moans, babygirl. Let Daddy hear you, yeah?"
You nod, your mind fuzzy and blank from the pleasure. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto him, canting up into you and huffing into your ear, his chain knocking against your breasts. He moans into your ear when you clench hard around him, bringing the glock up once more and shoving it into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You close your eyes and moan around it, before its yanked out and Bakugou growls out a quick,
"Fuck, let me taste."
He licks the shaft of the gun, unsatisfied with what remains. He quickly captures your lips and dominates your mouth, groaning when the taste of you, all of you, clouds his mind.
You whimper to let him know you're right there, and he let's you know he is too.
You cum together, hard, Bakugou's hips shaking and his eyes crossing as you milk him for all it's worth.
You slow your riding to a slow stop, about to say something when you here creaking. You make eye contact with him before the armchair underneath you cracks, sending you both crashing to the ground in a fit of confused laughter.
"Fuck, I got a splinter in my ass!!"
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#bakugou katsuki smut#bakugo smut#bakugou smut#katsuki bakugou smut#blubblubblubbles#bakugou x reader#bakugou thirst
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The Bet | Jake Peralta x Reader
Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader
Summary: You and Jake make a bet. Who can last longer without Sex.
Warnings: Implied Smut, my non existent knowledge of police work, sexyness lmao, mentions of drugs and murder
A/N: There is not much to say. I just wanted to try writing about someone else. The next thing that i have planned is something for our fav fast guy Pietro (who owns my heart btw)
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It all started about a year ago. You were new to the station and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Not only were you beautiful, no, you were a real badass too. You solve one case after the other without any complications. And while you sometimes had to be physical, you looked hot too. Amy had asked several times if you could teach her how to look good while you had blood on your uniform, but you just shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, you just did it without even thinking about it. Holt was incredibly proud to have hired someone so talented. You lived for your work, but your private life suffered as a result.
You spent your nights researching and in the morning you just came out of bed. And so after about a week you were at your desk. Rosa came in with her blank expression and sat across from you. You gave her a smile, which she didn't return, but she gave you coffee. You accepted it gratefully and immediately felt better. "Hey, Y/N! Could you bring me the new file? It's on Peralta's desk.” Terry asked you as you sat closer and you nodded. With your coffee cup in hand, you got up and went to his desk. What a mess. Sighing, you rummaged around with one hand. Was that a crushed granola bar? Disgusted, you took your hand out of the mess and took a sip. At about the same time, Jake strutted in and was immediately involved in a conversation with Charles. So he ran backwards towards his desk. You didn't even notice your surrounding anymore, you were too focused on finding the files without your hand touching anything rotten. And so Jake ran against you. Startled, you tightened your grip on the cup, which caused the lid to fly up from the pressure and some coffee spilled onto your blouse. You whimpered softly because the shit was really hot. "Fuck ..." Carefully you lifted the blouse a little so that it doesn't stick to your skin. Jake immediately walked away from you and spoke to you. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Y/L/N?” He asked with a guilty conscience and you turned around. With gritted teeth you nodded and walked slowly towards the washroom. "If you want, I'll help you take it off!" He called after you and you had to pull yourself together not to beat him up. This was his first attempt at flirting, and it wasn't his last. About a month later, you were sitting across from Rosa again, but your eyes were on Holt. He was talking to Jake again, but you couldn't see what kind of conversation. Was it praise? Or maybe scolding? You were bored with no case to resolve. Besides, you were kind on a sex withdrawal. After all, you were new to this neighborhood and didn't really know anyone. You hadn't even gotten to masturbation in the past few weeks. Annoyed, you let your head drop on your crossed arms. It could be that the withdrawal made you a little pissed. "What's going on?" Rosa asked and Amy perked up her ears. And since Charles didn't really have anything to do either and was a self-proclaimed consolation giver, he came straight to it. A kind of meeting came into being. "I'm just not in a good mood," you said and looked up. "Why?" Amy asked immediately. Even Gina was now at your table. "Is it because we don't have any cases right now?" Charles asked, but you denied it. A bit of free time was actually good, but you were in the wrong place to satisfy yourself. "Stress with the partner?", Amy guessed. "I don't have anyone.", You grumbled. "Aha!" Gina shouted. "You haven't had sex in a long time!" With red cheeks you buried your head in your arms again. Satisfied, she nodded as she hit the nail right on the head. Terry came along now. "I know some nice men," he said and you rolled your eyes. Great, now everyone knew. "I know some great girls too," Rosa suggested. “That's enough, guys. If I want then I'll surely find someone. ", You grumbled and looked up again. By now everyone had a sympathetic smile on their faces. You groaned annoyed. Gina pushed Charles aside and showed you a couple of Instagram accounts with some guys. Somehow you wanted meaningless sex, but not with someone strange. Jake stepped out of the office again and noticed everyone standing at your table. "What's going on here?" He asked aloud and walked to your desk. "We're looking for someone to lay Y/N.", Gina answered without looking up. Embarrassed you avoided his gaze. Did everyone finally know? "I'll volunteer.", He grinned and everyone started laughing, including you. "Why are you laughing?" Confused, he looked at his colleagues. Charles put a hand on his shoulder. "Not bad for Jake, but Y/N is way out of your league.", He replied with pity in his voice. Jake looked at him indignantly. “Thanks, Boyle! It doesn't matter now. Y/N, take your bag or whatever, we have a little drug case in a gelateria.”Peralta said, avoiding Boyle's hurt expression. A gelateria and he didn't take his best friend with him? Excitedly, you grabbed your service weapon and your jacket. “I’m ready!"
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"I think the owner is the dealer," you said quietly to yourself. Jake nodded in agreement. "Now we just have to catch him red-handed," he added. He turned to you and put both of his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him with a raised brow. "Flirt with him," he ordered and shook you. "What! Why? ”You hissed softly and glanced over at the guy. "You distract him and I'll go back through the door," he explained and you sighed. "Okay." So you stepped inside slowly, purposefully towards the counter and looked at the many different types of ice cream. "Hi!", You smiled shyly, and he took the bite immediately. "Hello beautiful woman, what can I do for you?" He asked charmingly with his heavy Italian accent. Your heart went soft with all the ice cream. "What can you recommend?" "It depends on what you like," grinned the man. "I like it extraordinary, maybe something Mediterranean.", You said and suppressed your gag reflex. "I should have- Hey!", He interrupted himself and looked past you. Inwardly, you just gave yourself a facepalm. He couldn’t be serious. "What are you doing back there, huh?" Slowly you turned around and saw Peralta with a mustache stuck on. You sighed softly to yourself and just mimicked your fate. "Well, searching the drugs.", He replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You took your badge in your hand ready to turn around when the swanky Italian slapped it out of your hand, jumped over the counter and hit you on the floor. With a thud, you landed on the floor. Jake was about to walk towards you, but you waved in the direction of the door. He bit his lip and hesitantly ran after him. Slowly you got up and cracked your fingers. Why did he have to bite his lip so badly? Now you ran after them too, it didn't take long for the Italian to land in a dead end. Jake seemed to have everything under control, so you stood to one side to take a deep breath. But when he handcuffed him, you couldn't prevent your dirty thoughts. How would the handcuffs feel on your hands? You rubbed your thighs together to release some friction. You realized one thing. Jake was the one who had to fuck you. You just had to make him do it.
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A few days later, you were leaning your arms on Gina's desk, your bum up. In the reflection you could see his eyes on it while he was talking to Amy. Even your blouse had one button open today. At least time was running and you were getting more and more impatient. Gina told you something about a dance group and normally you'd like to listen, but this time it was more difficult. When you turned around he was no longer there. Instead, Amy gave you a friendly wave. You returned her gestures with a smile. Suddenly you smelled his perfume in your nose. He was right next to you. Your breathing became a little more irregular, as did your heartbeats. Oh God. His sleeves were rolled up and he was smiling slyly. “We're going to Shaw’s after work today. Would you like to come with us?” He wanted to know and you didn't miss how his eyes briefly wandered to your breasts. “Oh yes, Y/N! You absolutely have to go.", Gina agreed, so you nodded."I'll be happy to come, Peralta. "
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That evening, you sat in a corner with your drink in hand. If he stopped giving you any more signs, you would look for someone else, which you would find a shame. Time passed and slowly the troop broke up. Until there was only Jake left, who sat down next to you with a new drink. "Here." Smiling, he pushed the glass towards you. You took the straw slowly in your mouth and didn't break eye contact. If he didn't get that hint now, you'd probably freak out. Instead, the detective put his hand dangerously close to your clothed core. You gasped loudly. "Could it be that you want me to fuck you?" He asks quietly and your heart almost popped out of your chest. You opened your mouth, but not a word came out. So you just nodded. “Unfortunately that's not enough, babygirl. Use words. ”Jake said. Slowly he tilted your head to one side and kissed the back of your neck. "Please, fuck me," you breathed. He removed his head and grinned. "I will, but just because you asked so nicely." Shortly afterwards you landed in his apartment. And at three in the morning you woke up and left like nothing happened. And it went on and on. Some days he would hold you against the shelves in the evidence room. On others it was in his car. And you liked the dominance he exuded. You liked how he took what he wanted from you, while still not forgetting your satisfaction. But after the sex you were always the first to go.
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After a year it was still just sex and nothing more. So you were all the more surprised when he suddenly showed up on a date. You apologized to the nice man and pulled Jake on his ear out. He followed you gasping. When you finally stood in the parking lot, you crossed your arms. “What's this crap, Peralta?” You wanted to know, annoyed. "I ... I just wanted to make sure the guy was decent," he lied, which you could clearly see. “Bullshit. You are jealous. ", You replied." No, I am not. " "Yes you are." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." “Okay! Our sex is fantastic okay? But what am I talking about here anyway? You wouldn't even go a day without it.” The cop defended himself. "Oh yes? I think you're confused, darling. You can't last a day without it.” You replied angrily. “Then let's bet. Whoever gives up first loses,” he suggested. “What do I get if I win?” You asked suspiciously. Betting with Jake always goes wrong and ends in chaos, you've been aware of that since Halloween. "I'll give you the murder case." "Okay, and you?" "I want one waking up." Confused you pulled your eyebrows together. "What do you mean?", You said. "I want you to wake up with me once. No escaping," he explained with ruddy cheeks. You examined him briefly and finally nodded. "Deal."
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It started very easily. Here and there he brushed your hips, of course quite unobtrusively. Sometimes your file fell down, so you had to bend down very low. But he didn't jump on it. So you had to get more extreme. Bananas were eaten and he was flirting with Amy. And somehow your heart got heavier. So you had to act differently. Shortly before the end of the day you accidentally spilled your water on your white blouse. While your red lace bra became visible, you apologized with red cheeks and promised to come back. You didn't miss Jake's eyes, but you had other plans. From your closet you pulled a top with a deep neckline and tight jeans that made your bum stick out. You pulled the hair elastic out of your hair and freed your voluminous mane. You even forced yourself into high shoes and for once you leave your underwear off. "Show Time.", You mumbled and drove to the bar. And as soon as you stepped in, everyone's eyes were on you. Rosa whistled loudly and grinned honestly. Flattered you gave her a hug. "I thought I could dress up a bit." You explained your outfit to her. "Good girl," she winked. She’s the only one who knew about you and Jake since she caught you in the evidence room. With a swing of your hips that could only drive someone crazy, you strutted towards the bar. The bartender leaned down to you. "What will it be, my lady?" He grinned charmingly and you laughed out loud. still focused on getting what you wanted. “A shot would be a start,” you answered. He pushed one over to you pretty quickly. "It’s on the house.", He smiled. You nodded as a thank you and drank it. The warmth spread through your body and you let your shoulders circle. And so you flirted with the bartender for an estimated two minutes, when a well-known body was already pressing against yours. And with it his erection too. Your grin grew bigger. "What do you think you're doing?" He whispered in your ear. Goosebumps graced your body. He let his hand slide gently under your top. "You don't even wear a bra," Jake said, breathing irregularly. Inconspicuously, you rubbed your bum against his reaction. "That's enough," he whispered through clenched teeth. And so he pulled your wrist towards his apartment. And for the first time you didn't care what your colleagues thought about you.
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Tired you opened your eyes and looked directly at the alarm clock next to you. Three o'clock at night. But this time you didn't get up. Instead, you turned around, put your arms around his body, and closed your eyes again. And Jake's smile grew bigger.
#jake peralta#jake peralta x reader#jake peralta x y/n#brooklyn nine nine#brooklyn 99#fluffy#jake peralta fluffy#jake peralta x you
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Hi love!!!! Can write a drabble of prefectly wrong tae where it’s YN birthday and he has a romantic night night planned 🤩
perfectly wrong | drabble [5]: when your birthday takes an unexpected turn.
word count: 2.0k
warnings: not much honestly besides cussing, very brief implied smut and a fluffy/sweet tae. (i didnt want to focus too much on adding smut towards the end because i really wanted this to be cute lmao)
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BABY!" Jungkook tooted the little toy horn, along with Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin throwing confetti in the air and tossing their small paper birthday hats in the air. Jin had closed down the cafe for majority of the afternoon just so you and your friends could spend time together in a private setting. Your friends and Jin spent quite some time decorating the studio in all sorts of decorations and balloons, plus you were fed your favorite foods and dessert. You slipped yourself into a simple, black camisole dress since the boys stated they "wanted to dress up for your birthday so you should too." You agreed without any complaints, although you wished Taehyung was around to see you. You were actually a little bummed despite it being your birthday, since Taehyung had gone off on a quick camping trip with Jimin and Namjoon. You couldn't say much being that he had already promised he'd go way before you two had gotten together. He was supposed to be back later today, but you hadn't heard much from him and the hope in you was dwindling down.
Oh well. I mean, you have your boyfriend on other days, right?
"Aiiiiiish, cheer up Y/N. I hate when you're sad. It's your birthday." Jin engulfs you in a big bear hug. Little did you know, all your friends had something up their sleeves and they would never let you be this upset on your birthday.
"I'm sorry, I know. I'm really happy to be here with you guys. I just.. miss Tae."
"He'll be back soon, right?" Kook pinches your cheek. "He's not going to miss out on your birthday, Y/N."
"I know, it just feels incomplete without him."
"You're a weenie." Yoongi said, running away from the attempted hit you tried to throw at his arm. "Aghhh I'm kidding. You mean everything to that guy, he wouldn't do that." He throws his arms around your neck and tightly hugs you. The rest of the time, you all are finishing up the food and desserts all while they watch you open the presents they've gotten you.
When packing up the things into Jungkook's car, you realize Tae still hasn't texted you or updated you about when he'd be back. You felt like texting him, but at the same time, you didn't wanna bother him, so you leave it be and slightly sulk in the passenger's seat.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Jungkook asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I don't think Tae is going to make it back today." You look as the sun is setting.
"He hasn't updated you?" Jungkook purses his lips together, afraid he'd laugh or bust into a big smile and give away your surprise.
"No." You pout in your seat, throwing your knees up to your chest.
"I'm sure he'll make it up to you. You know that, right?"
"Mhm." Is all you say. You lean your head against the window, unsure if you're more sad or upset about how this day actually turned out. Then, you suddenly realize that Jungkook is completely passing your exit and taking you deeper into town. "Kook, where are you going?"
"I just have one more surprise for you."
"What is it?"
"We planned hard for this, so don't even think about it." He turns to you with a blank expression before returning his attention back to the road. You were getting a little restless, being that you were already slightly annoyed and in your feelings about your boyfriend.
"Where are we goiiiinggggg?" You whine, the ride almost taking an hour.
"We're almost there, jeeeeeez." Kook's tone rose as he pulled up on a street full of beach vacation homes and bungalows, the beach right in their backyards. Why you were here, you had no idea. Quite frankly, you weren't really in the mood to do a bonfire with your friends.
"What am I doing here?"
"Honestly, if you don't chill out, I will drop your ass off right here." Jungkook playfully says, stopping the car deadass in the middle of the road. "Finished?" You roll your eyes as you lean back and let him continue driving a little further down the street. He pulled up in front of a house that was completely dark, it's surroundings quiet besides the waves crashing against the shore. Jungkook pulls out his phone for a quick minute before he turns to you and smiles. "Okay, I'll be in there in a minute, I'm gonna grab all your things. You can go up first though."
"Why can't I just wait for you?"
"And do what? You're not gonna be carrying a thing." He laughed and shrugged. "Just go in, it'll be fine."
"Fine." He snorts, pretending to hop out and get your gifts even though he's not gonna do a damn thing and just bring it over to your place himself.
You walk into the bungalow, a little afraid of how dark it is. The entrance leads into the small kitchen and living room area, and there isn't anything in sight besides one lit candle on the kitchen counter top. You make your way over, noticing a note in front of the candle.
Follow the candles to find me.
"What is this?" You hear the soft humming of 112's Cupid coming from the bedroom, you assume, which is where the candles lead to. There were small, tea light candles in a single formation, leading towards the room, with rose petals accompanying them on the sides. You push open the sliding doors, only to see a room lit with candles left and right, rose petals and plastic tea light candles in the form of a heart on the bed. The ceiling was covered in red heart balloons, and the table at the end of the bed had a small cake, with chocolate covered strawberries on a platter next to it.
But that's not really what caught your attention the most - it was your handsome boyfriend, standing at the end of the bed, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He had on a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up close to the elbow, black pants and boots on. His curly hair fixed and all proper, a smile on his face as he tilted his head and looked at you up and down.
Like a goddess in his eyes.
"W-what?" Is all you can say as he approaches you. "W-what are you doing here? I thought you were gone."
"Did you really think I'd miss out on my babygirl's birthday?" The tears are streaming down now, and he can't help but laugh a little. He sets the bouquet down to wipe the tears coming down from your eyes, his thumbs gently swiping across your skin.
"I really missed you."
"Aw, baby." He says, kissing you softly on the forehead. "I'm here now." You can't do anything but pout in his hands as he cups your cheek and smiles down at you. "Happy birthday, love."
"When did you plan this? Did the rest of the guys know?" He nods.
"Sure did."
"I'm gonna kill Kook." He laughs.
"Don't do that." He takes your hand and takes you over to the table where your cake is. "Come."" He sets a single candle onto the cake, lighting it with the lighter he pulled from his pocket. "It's your favorite cake." Your eyes light up as you look at him.
"Tres Leches?!" He nods as you squeal and clap. Good lord, you loved Tres Leches cake. Tae knew that too, being that's the only dessert you ever talked about. He traveled around just to find the right one for you.
"Made sure I found the right one for you." He gently caresses the small of your back. "Make a wish." You silently stand there, hands clasped together while your eyes are shut. This day took an unexpected turn and you couldn't have asked for anything else. Part of you was upset that Taehyung was really going to miss out on your birthday. You didn't wanna be that girlfriend though, being that his friends also meant a lot to him. Your birthday was just your birthday and he could easily make it up if he wanted to.
But to Taehyung, this wasn't just a birthday. He really wanted to make this night special for you and he took weeks to plan this out perfectly - looping in all your friends, Jimin and Namjoon, spending bills to reserve this bungalow for a weekend getaway, the decorations, the roses, the cake, planning how the surprise would go down, everything. He didn't care how much effort it took. He just needed this to be perfect for you. He wanted to show you what you truly meant to him, even though he tries his best to do that every single day, birthday or not. Honestly, the rest of the night, he doesn't have much planned besides making you comfortable. He just wants you to relax, whether that meant cuddling in bed with him playing in your hair, or if it meant other things. Whatever you wanted, he was here to give it.
You make your wish, Taehyung instantly pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss afterwards. You throw your arms around his neck, his hands caressing your sides as he looks down at you.
"Hungry?" He asks.
"Not right now." You look out onto the patio that overlooked the beach. You make your way over, Taehyung silently following behind you. The breeze was picking up quite a bit, but the sound of the waves were too relaxing for you to care. You leaned against the railing, Taehyung coming from behind, placing a kiss on the back of your head before he rubs your arms.
"Cold?"
"It's alright."
"You sure?" He chuckles.
"Maybeeee." He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, placing kisses along your temple as his hands rest on your arms and hold you tightly. "Thank you for all of this, babe. How'd you pull this off?"
"Mm, I have my ways." He laughs. "Anything for my lady." You smile into the kiss he places on your cheek, feeling overjoyed by the love and care this man is showering you in. "What do you wanna do for the rest of the night?"
"Besides each other? Watch a movie, cuddle." He laughs and nods.
"Sounds like a good plan."
You look down at your dress, realizing you were probably gonna go into the weekend with one outfit. "Except, I don't--" He shakes his head, pointing towards the bathroom. You walk over from the patio and into the bathroom to see your duffle bag packed of clothes, your skincare and necessary toiletries lining the bathroom counter. Hanging from the bathroom's storage closet are two silk robes, a pink one for you and a black one for him. "Hey, how'd you know what to bring?"
"I pay attention."
"I really do love you." Is all you can say when you look at him.
"I really do love you, too." He chuckles. You two get into your robes and make your way to the bed, Taehyung making sure to arrange the petals and candles around the floor of the bed before pouring you and him a glass of champagne. You bring the platter of chocolate covered strawberries in front of you as he pulls up a light-hearted movie for you two to watch. You both finish the champagne bottle and the chocolate strawberries as the movie progresses, the exhaustion slowly hitting you after eating such luxuries. You laid on your side, your head resting on Taehyung's lap as he sat up against the headboard. Your eyes began to shut as his hands gently stroked your hair and massaged your scalp.
"Tae." You say softly.
"Mhm?"
"How did I get so lucky?"
"You didn't, I did." He chuckles. "I hope you enjoy this weekend with me."
"Of course I will."
"Good." He looks down at you as he continues to play with your hair. "Happy birthday again, baby. I hope you know how much you mean to me." You look up at him before sitting up to kiss him and straddle his lap, figuring it was time you showered him with your appreciation. You undo the robe, letting it fall of your shoulders as Taehyung watches and marvels at the sight of your exposed chest. He wastes no time gripping you closely as you kiss him, his hands softly traveling to caress your entire body, feeling you as if he needed to prove to himself that this was real - that you were real.
He could never get enough of you.
#bts#bts fanfiction#taehyung fanfiction#taehyung#kim taehyung#taehyung x reader#kth x reader#writing#perfectly wrong#perfectly wrong drabbles#kth series#taehyung fluff#bts fluff#kim taehyung fluff#kth fluff
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So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2
hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry
tw: none (i think?)
tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya
notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥
» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc
» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.
» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)
» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER
» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure
» kageyama just
» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it
» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”
» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO
» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep
» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??
» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression
» “...what?”
» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you
» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??
» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere
» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,
» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy
» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?
» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death
» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face
» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW
» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face
» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???
» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you
» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”
» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb
» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”
» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!
» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway
» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.
» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)
» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home
» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?
» wrong
» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend
» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation
» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way
» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes
» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“
» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough
» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it
» “...fuck.”
» “Actually, no, not anymore.”
» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it
» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.
» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that
» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process
» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it
» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed
» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK
» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens
» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺
» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place
» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten
» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.
» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him
» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips
» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck
» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look
» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”
#i went a lil overboard with noya’s but i cant help it#i just love him sm#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#tobio kageyama x reader#tobio kageyama fic#nishinoya yuu#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya yu x reader#nishinoya headcanons#kageyama headcanons#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#hofortendou hc’s
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Possession
Okay so I stayed up super late last night to try and get this out, but I couldn’t do it because i was so tired lol and now I’m kicking myself because I could have posted the first half of it because honestly the last five pages aren't even that relevant but eh whatever.
This came out a lot longer than I anticipated, but only because I wanted to have the argument between Inuyasha and Izayoi resolved and that will be posted later today, but not as an official Spooktober prompt. It’ll be more like a bonus chapter.
and once more, the prompt has nothing at all to do with anything spooky or Halloween related lmao oh well there's no rules saying that is has to XD
Spooktober Day 25: Possession
Izayoi stared at the festive and brightly decorated door of her locker, feeling oddly detached as she took in all the well wishes and brief, personal messages from her friends. As was a custom whenever someone in their tightly knit group of friends had a birthday, they always arrived early to decorate their locker with homemade cards, cut out stars, dollar store cheap decorations and silly little messages.
Rin’s was, of course, front and center, her handwriting big, bold, and loud, just like the girl herself was. Kohaku’s messy scrawl was just beneath hers, and she’d spotted a few other birthday wishes from people she knew of, but didn’t talk to that much, probably just sparing a second to write down a quick happy b-day as they passed by.
Seeing Kohaku’s had made her think that maybe someone else had taken the time to write something too, but upon realizing that his name was missing from all the rest, the disappointment had been swift and stinging.
Thinking on it now, however, Izayoi grudgingly admitted that it made sense; being two grades above her, Raiden was in a different part of the school where his own classes were located. She hadn’t seen him all day and didn’t know if he was even here today and if he was, certainly he had no reason to venture this far out of his way just to write a silly little message for a silly little girl with a not so little crush on her birthday.
And why would he, Izayoi thought bitterly, features twisting into a pout as she put in the combination and roughly yanked open her locker door. Probably wants nothing to do with me now, the girl with the crazy overprotective jerkface of a father. Not after Friday.
She knew it wasn’t the end of the world or anything. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. She was young, blah blah blah.
Didn’t stop it from hurting, though.
Sighing, Izayoi carelessly tossed her bag on top of her texts and her eyes landed on the sleek device sitting quietly on the top shelf. She hesitated for a fleeting moment – it was lunch period so she was allowed to have it – then gave in and reached up to grab it. It was cool against her skin as she brought it down and her face was reflected in the dark, smooth glass of the screen.
Despite her current mood she had to smile a little. She’d found the cell phone in her backpack that morning when exchanging her books for first period and she’d been so surprised she’d nearly dropped it. The note taped to the box it was in had nearly made her cry on the spot, and thinking of it now Izayoi once more felt her throat tighten and her eyes to feel hot.
The note had simply said “Happy birthday, babygirl. Love, Mom and Dad” and it had been in her dad’s handwriting.
She still hadn’t spoken to him since their argument Friday. All weekend she’d actively avoided him and though it was clear her mom disapproved, she hadn’t stopped her either, and Izayoi was grateful. She was still angry, still hurt from what he’d said and done and she wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.
Surprisingly her mom wasn’t trying to play mediator like she usually did, and even more surprisingly, her dad hadn’t tried to approach and talk things over. He was giving her the space she wanted, respecting her silent wish to leave her be until she was ready.
The fact that he was letting her come to him made her feel a guilty, and that just made her feel even worse, and round and round the vicious cycle went.
God. Here it finally was, her thirteen birthday, making her an official teenager, and here she was, absolutely and completely miserable.
Izayoi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and once she felt like she wasn’t about to break apart, she tucked the phone away in the back pocket of her jeans and swung the door to her locker closed.
“Hey, pretty puppy.”
The breath left her lungs in a deep, aggravated sigh and she grumbled, “Leave me alone, Daisuke. I’m in no mood to deal with you right now.” Or ever.
“C’mon,” he crooned and swiftly stepped in front of her when she moved to walk away. “You’re not still mad about what happened, are you? It was an accident.”
Izayoi snorted. “Maybe on your end,” she mumbled under her breath, not really caring if he heard her. Because breaking his nose had definitely not been an accident.
“Look, it’s your birthday, right? So lemme make it up to you. Let’s do something after school, my treat.” He grinned charmingly down at her, probably thinking it was actually going to be that easy.
“No thanks,” Izayoi said and moved to step around him. “Rin and the girls already promised to take me out and I’m doing something with my family afterward.”
Lies, but he didn’t need to know that. Or at least the first part was; she was pretty sure her parents wanted her home at some point so they could have a small celebration with family, cake, and ice cream and embarrass her by singing “happy birthday” horribly off key. And normally that would have appealed to her, but right now all it did was remind her of the plans she used to have today, and her chest ached.
“So they can come with us,” Daisuke said with a shrug, frowning when she went to step around him. Once more he intercepted her, using his longer legs to his advantage. “The more the merrier, right?”
Izayoi set her jaw and pegged him with a peeved glare.
“No,” she said firmly and again went to brush past him, their less than stimulating conversation over as far as she was concerned.
Daisuke darted a hand out and caught her arm, preventing her from leaving.
“Alright, I get it,” he said, ignoring her annoyed growl as she yanked at her arm. He held fast and continued with a smirk, “My pretty puppy’s playing hard to get. Fine, if you won’t go out with me tonight, then go with me to your parents’ Halloween party.”
He paused, and then frowned. “Wait, you can still go with me even though you live there, right—”
“I’m not your anything, Daisuke,” Izayoi hissed, ears pinned against her head and amber eyes snapping fire at him. “Let me go. Now.”
“We can meet somewhere and go together,” he said, completely ignoring her. “It’ll be like a real date.”
Amber eyes narrowed as she said through gritted teeth, “You want me to break your nose again?”
Daisuke blinked and frowned, however he did loosen his hold enough for her to jerk her arm free.
Glowering at him, her patience for his idiocy worn out, she snapped, “I’m not going with you to the party. I’m already going with somebody else.”
As soon as the words left her mouth Izayoi wanted to take them back. Oh, why did I say that? It’s not true. At least, not any more.
Aaaaaaand she wanted to cry again. Great.
Daisuke blinked and he proved that he was capable of feeling more than just arrogance as confusion crossed his features.
“Wait, you are? With who?”
Izayoi merely crossed her arms and looked away. She would have left already, but she knew he would just stop her again so there was no point.
Daisuke’s face darkened and he scowled a little, jealousy flashing in midnight eyes.
“Who the hell is it?” he demanded in a low, dangerous voice, not wanting to believe someone had gotten to his pretty puppy before he did. She was supposed to be with him, dammit!
Izayoi cut her eyes to his briefly and muttered, “None of your business.”
He growled and stepped forward. “Dammit, who—”
“She’s going with me, dickless,” a voice interrupted from behind her and as Daisuke whipped his head up to level a glare at the intruder, Izayoi fought against the urge to weep in relief because one, he had perfect timing, and two, he still wanted to go with her to the party. A part of her also wanted to laugh because he’d called Daisuke dickless, but that was easily suppressed.
Daisuke scoffed and with his attention on the other demon he didn’t notice Izayoi take a step back to put some distance between them.
“You can’t be serious,” the wolf said with a derisive snort and crossed his arms, lifting his chin haughtily as he stared down his nose at the dark-haired dog demon. “It’s you?”
Standing just a few feet away with his arms crossed and an unreadable look on his face, Raiden regarded Daisuke mutely for another minute before crossing the distance between them. With Izayoi’s back facing him he couldn’t see her face but he didn’t need to; her scent told him everything he needed to know.
He purposely positioned himself in front of her and crossed his arms again, unaffected by the snarl Daisuke was currently aiming at him.
“I’m completely serious,” Raiden finally answered and he heard Izayoi inhale sharply behind him. “I’m her date, she’s not available, so you can go now. I can take it from here.”
Then he actually smirked and Izayoi bit back a snicker.
Daisuke snorted again and mirrored the dog demon’s pose, crossing his arms and giving him a once over, his expression suggestion that he was not impressed.
“Please,” he scoffed. “Inuyasha Taisho would chew you up and spit you out barely breathing if a pathetic weakling like you ever came near his precious daughter.” Then he returned the smirk and added, “And you’d go running with your tail between your legs so you can lick your wounded ego.”
Raiden merely cocked a brow and drawled, “And yet, here I am.”
Izayoi slapped hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.
That particular implication wiped the smirk right off of his face and Daisuke scared incredulously at him before narrowing his eyes in disbelief.
“You mean you actually faced off against her old man and came back in one piece?” he asked, the idea clearly ludicrous to him.
Raiden stared at him before slowly looking down at himself, as if to check that he was, indeed, all there.
“Seems like it,” he said and this time had to grin when Izayoi failed that time in smothering her laugh.
Daisuke scowled, not amused by his show of nonchalance and cockiness. He’d had enough of this wise guy and his holier than thou attitude and it was time to end this pointless conversation.
“Listen here, smartass—”
“No, you listen,” Raiden interrupted and Izayoi watched in fascination as his face twisted into scowl, something she’d never seen on him before. “I’ve seen the way you act toward her, like she’s some kind of possession, a thing to claim, and I’m sick of it. She’s not your ‘pretty puppy’ or your anything; she’s Izayoi, she’s cute, funny, smart, and she’s my date, so do both of us a favor and back off, Matsuno. Your advances are clearly unwanted, and maybe you’re too dense to understand that, but I’m more than happy to demonstrate in a much more physical way if you continue to bother her. And by physical I mean my fist to your face, just in case you need that clarification.”
Daisuke surprisingly had nothing to say to that, his face flushed in anger, jaw clenched, and blue eyes swimming with all the loathing he had for the dog demon in front of him. Raiden was unmoved, staring steadily back at him, an unmovable object against an unstoppable force.
Gritting his teeth, the wolf shifted his gaze to the hanyou standing silently behind his advisory, seeking some kind of sing that the dog was wrong, but Izayoi wasn’t even looking at him. Her golden gaze was trained solely on the damned dog and he could have sworn there were goddamn hearts in her eyes.
He blinked and his shoulders slumped in defeat. Well. That was his answer, wasn’t it.
Straightening his back and turning his eyes back toward Raiden, Daisuke set his jaw, glared into eyes that were the weirdest freaking shade of blue-green he’d ever seen, then with a barely perceptible nod, he turned and wordlessly stalked away.
The second he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight, Raiden exhaled loudly and turned around to face the pretty silver-haired hanyou he was starting to develop some serious feelings for. Feelings that he maybe, sort of, wanted to explore, but first he had to get passed the fair lady’s guard and protector.
Easier said than done, as he’d found out first hand, but he was sure as hell going to try.
Realizing that he may have overstepped his boundaries a bit, Raiden grimaced and cautiously peeked at her face. He was met with the smiling countenance of said fair lady, her pretty golden eyes soft, and slowly he relaxed.
“Hi,” he said lamely. You know, like a dumbass.
Her smile widened. “Hi,” she breathed, eyes suspiciously bright. “Thank you. For saying all that. You didn’t have to, and...” she trailed off, shrugging and shifted her gaze to the side, her face flushed.
Raiden frowned. “I did have to,” he said firmly. “Otherwise I don’t think he would have ever left you alone. I’m sorry, I...probably shouldn’t have said some of it—”
“Did you mean it?” she asked him, voice serious, eyes searching his own.
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Her smile was bright and beautiful and, yep he was a goner. Shit.
“Then don’t be sorry. I’m not.”
His eyes widened.
...Oh.
Oh.
Ridiculously Raiden felt his face heat and he coughed into his hand, looking away briefly to regain his bearings.
“Jeez, woman, warn a guy,” he grumbled and was rewarded with her soft giggle. Sneaking a glance, he saw her looking away too, but she was still smiling with a soft blush on her cheeks, and oddly that helped to regain his scattered nerves and he sighed before reaching into his pack pocket to pull out his reason for seeking her out.
“I wanted to give you this,” he stated, holding it out and Izayoi blinked in surprise, her smile never fading as she reached out and took it. “I waited for you at the cafeteria but when you didn’t show, I got worried. Now I’m glad I went looking for you.”
Izayoi turned her smile on him. “Me, too,” she whispered, her gratitude obvious in her eyes and voice.
With a small grin Raiden watched her open the simple card he’d gotten her and had to admit, he was very satisfied with the way her flush deepened and her smile became positively radiant. It wasn’t much, but he’d thought of her when he saw them, and knew he had to get them.
The card read, “Happy birthday, buttercup. —Rai” and tucked inside was an artificial stem of golden buttercup blossoms.
It was so simple, a little cheesy, and Izayoi absolutely adored it.
“I love it,” she said honestly, lifting her golden gaze to meet his own blue-green depths. “Thank you so much, Raiden. It...it means a lot.”
Raiden grinned and innocently turned his head, lifting a hand to not so subtly scratch his cheek as he rolled his eyes heavenward, waiting.
Izayoi immediately caught on and laughing, strangely not at all shy or embarrassed, she stepped in close and leaned up to brush a kiss across his cheek. When she leaned back he was as smug as can be with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face and once more she had to laugh. What a goober!
“Score,” he said proudly, taking the fake flower from her hand and carefully tucking it behind her ear.
The soft flesh flicked against his fingers and he had the insane urge to grab the appendage to see how soft it really was, but he refrained and dropped his hand, admiring the splash of golden color amidst the sterling silver of her hair.
When he flicked his gaze back to her face, he was amused to see that it had gone red again and her bright amber eyes were wide as she gazed at him. Her fingers brushed the delicate faux petals and her pleasure from the simple act was obvious in her brilliant smile.
Raiden was momentarily struck stupid but got ahold of himself quickly and stepped back to give her some space. He tried not to read too much into the flash of disappointment he saw on her face before it disappeared.
“So, uh,” he said, clearing his throat. “We’re still on, right? For the party I mean.” He gave an easy smile and shoved his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed.
The happiest she’d been all day, Izayoi eagerly nodded, relieved that he still wanted to go with her.
“Definitely!” she answered and then suddenly remembered the phone in her back pocket and with a little sound of exclamation, Izayoi reached back to fish it out and proudly present it to him.
“And look!” she gushed, grinning as she woke up the screen. “Birthday present from my parents. I found it this morning in my bag, those sneaks.”
Raiden positively lit up and he took it from her, unlocking the screen and nodding in approval.
“Wicked,” he praised, going into her message app. “I’m sending myself a message so I can have your number.” He paused and glanced at her. “If...that’s okay—”
“Yes!” Izayoi immediately answered, then blushed at her enthusiasm and cleared her throat. “Um, yeah. That’s fine.” She smiled and tried to act cool.
He grinned, secretly pleased and shot himself a quick text with the peace sign emoji. He politely didn’t mention the heart eyes emoji next to his contact info as he handed the mobile back, trying not to smirk proudly.
Izayoi secured her new phone back into her pocket and beamed at him, clasping her hands behind her back.
“So we’re still going to the store after school, right? I’ve been browsing the website and I think I have a few ideas,” she stated, bounding a little on the balls of her feet in excitement. She suddenly couldn’t wait for Halloween!
The grimace that crossed Raiden’s face, however, was not encouraging and Izayoi blinked, her brow furrowing slightly. His next words had a ball of dread forming in her stomach and her ears wilted atop her head.
“Listen, buttercup,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking to the side. “I don’t think that’d be such a good idea after...well. You know.” He shrugged and dared a peek at her face. Her completely dejected expression threw him for a loop and his eyes widened in horror.
“Oh,” she whispered, biting down on her lip and blinking rapidly to stave off the tears. She’d thought...did he change his mind? Did he not really...want to be with her...?
“Wait,” Raiden said suddenly, urgently, and his hands landed on her shoulders, prompting to her lift her wide-eyed gaze. “Hear me out, okay?”
Swallowing thickly, Izayoi nodded, desperately hoping she was wrong.
Squeezing her shoulders, Raiden began, “Rin told me about the blow out you had with your dad after I left Friday and I feel...well, I feel pretty damn horrible about it.”
Izayoi winced and looked to the side. With a wry smile, he continued, “It’s my fault you got into an argument, and I wouldn’t feel right whiling you away to look at costumes while you guys are at such odds with each other. I think you should go home and talk this out with him, buttercup. I don’t want to be the cause of a rift between you two. Family is important, and if we...well.”
He cleared his throat and flushed slightly. “If things...uh, go any further and your dad doesn’t trust me, I don’t want you to have to choose between them or me. Because it should always be them, buttercup. So before we go gallivanting off into the sunset”—he was rewarded with a watery giggle at that and he grinned—“I need you to make up with your old man so you can stop him from ‘chewing me up and spitting me out’ when I come face to face with him again. I sorta like all my limbs attached to my body, you know.”
Izayoi released another wispy laugh and wiped at her eyes, heaving a sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. And anyway it wasn’t like she didn’t want to make up with her dad. It had been eating at her all day and the phone was a burning reminder of it. She needed to stop being a baby and make things right. He’d already demonstrated that he wasn’t going to start anything, so it had to be her, didn’t it? Just like she wanted.
Izayoi released another wispy laugh and wiped at her eyes, heaving a sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. And anyway it wasn’t like she didn’t want to make up with her dad. It had been eating at her all day and the phone was a burning reminder of it. She needed to stop being a baby and make things right. He’d already demonstrated that he wasn’t going to start anything, so it had to be her, didn’t it? Just like she wanted.
Ugh. Easier said than done.
“Okay,” Izayoi agreed at length, nodding and offering a small but genuine smile. “I will. But...tomorrow, though?”
Golden eyes, like rich honey, pleaded with him and damn, how could he possibly say no to that?
Expression softening, Raiden grinned and couldn’t stop himself from gently tugging on a lock of sterling hair.
“Tomorrow,” he promised. “And I’m already looking forward to it.”
Izayoi’s smile was genuine, her eyes were soft, and her voice was fond as she replied, “Me too.”
Nodding in satisfaction, Raiden dropped his hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulders and steered her down the hallway. Izayoi blushed but leaned into him. Damn, she was cute.
“So,” he said conversationally as he lead her toward the cafeteria. He glanced down at her with a cheeky grin and asked, “Did you really break his nose?”
“Ohmigawd,” Izayoi groaned as she buried her face in her hands while Raiden, the brat, threw his head back and cackled gleefully.
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Charles Blackwood X Reader
Charles Blackwood au!
Summary: you thought you could leave Charles Blackwood, Boy were you wrong.
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“Charles I’m going to put an end to this ‘relationship’ I can’t do this anymore” you pulled away from him and looked down.
“Babygirl I love the act but no” Charles took your hands in his. “You know the girls mean nothing to me- your my angel i only see you” he raised your head up to look in your eyes.
“Then why is there a need for you to go out with those girls then, after all am I not ‘your angel’ Charles?” You backed away from him. “I cannot be with a man who is unfaithful.”
“Well if that’s how you are going to be then be it , but let me tell you babygirl your making one big mistake.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, you suddenly didn’t feel comfortable in the situation so you left the premises and returned home where you felt somewhat relieved but also dejected.
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It was a few week after the ‘break up’ and you was at the market, getting your groceries and doing your usual stroll around. Without realising you were tuning in to what the other woman were snickering and giggling about.
“Didn’t you get the invitation he is putting up another party tonight” the girls laugh echoed through your mind. Invitation? Party? You stood there letting your mind wonder. Why would he invite you? Or did he even invite you at all?.
You started walking feeling excited yet nervous just for a piece of paper to tell you that your invited. But why should you give any interest? After all you left him.
After all this thinking you accidentally walked into your door without knowing.
You let out a breath even if you did get invited you won’t show any emotion he has other girls he can use.
You opened the door and looked down and there it was a pearl white letter smiling at you. You picked it up and hesistated to open it. You stared at the letter. Should you open it? Oh don’t be such a wimp it’s just a letter.
You opened it up and saw familiar handwriting you read...
Dear y/n
I’ve decided to hand write this one for you, my one and only babygirl. You are invited to my party tonight, make sure to wear something dazzling and beautiful like yourself. After all you are the queen of the party.
Love C.B.
One and only, at this moment you felt unsure maybe going to this party would make you fall into his trap again. You left the letter by the table next to the door and went off to put the groceries away.
You spent the rest of your time entertaining yourself by doing some gardening or reading a book until it reached 7:30 pm. You sat infront of your mirror contemplating if you should go or not.
You need to let go of him, he will play you again.
After a long time of think you sighed and decided not to go realising it will not be worth it, so to rest your mind off of things you made yourself a warm bath and soaked yourself in it.
The lavender smell hit your nose and comforted the aura. Your hands followed up your body hugging yourself, looking up at the ceiling you remembered Charles lingering touches on your body. How he savoured you.
You lost touch of time after relaxing in the bath, the remembering touches perish themselves when you heard harsh knocks on the door.
It was only half past 8, who could it be? You put your robe on and went downstairs to open the door. The cold air hit you but Charles stern blue eyes hit harder.
“C-Charles what are you doing here?” You gripped onto your robe and started walking backwards.
“Why didn’t you come?” He followed you until your back hit the wall.
“Why should I have, you will use me again like you did last time.” You squealed when he gripped your hips and pushed you against him.
“As I said before babygirl, they are nothing but you. Oh you. You are my queen my everything.” He chuckeld and started to kiss your neck.
“You really think I was going to leave you?” You were in his trap. “You belong to me y/.n. You belong with me in that mansion. I already got my way of kicking out that psycho family and I will get my way with you whether you like it or not.”
You felt hot and turned on by his actions, you weren’t listening to your mind but to your heart.
He kissed you deeply pushing his thigh in between your legs. “And I can already see that you have accepted that you are mine” Charles chuckled deeply which only made you whimper against him.
He felt that you were dripping, your sweet juices staining his trousers.
“Let me take you babygirl”
And with that, you dropped your robe showing all your glory.
You let him take you.
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- Hey lovelies I hope you guys are doing well! Charles Blackwood is real mystery to me so I had to write something about him. I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot. A lil note I don’t write smut sorry I only ‘set the mood’ I guess lmao.
-My request box is open I don’t mind questions, requests but I won’t write smut :/.
-Love Zu 💕
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Let Me Take Care Of You
Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.
None of the pics of gifs I use belong to me so full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.
Length: 861 words
Genre: Smut
A/N: This is a quick lil something I wrote in a hour and made tf up as I went lmao. Hope yall like it!
“Ugh. Fuck this shit! I swear I’m gonna quit!” Zora yelled. She slammed her TORTS book closed and laid her head on her kitchen table. Mark looked up from where he was laying on her sofa and watched her bang her head against the table.
“Woah woah woah! Okay calm the hell down. What’s wrong?” He asked. He was beginning to worry that she was overexerting herself with her law school studies.
“This damn TORTS shit. It’s hard as hell and since I’m a transfer, everyone already knew each other so they have their little study groups. I asked to join one and they just looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Koreans are competitive so maybe they’re threatened. I mean you did transfer from Harvard.” Mark said.
“It doesn’t matter. I have so much shit to do and it’s hard doing all alone. On top of that I miss my family and friends back home. I’m just overwhelmed.” Zora said.
“You need a break. Come here.” Mark pulled her up from her seat at the table and dragged her to the couch. He climbed on top of her and began planting feather like kisses along her neck.
“Mark, I don’t have time for th-”
“You need rest. Now just relax and let me take care of you.” Mark said. He looked deep into her eyes waiting for her queue. When she smiled he continued his assault on her neck. Zora moaned and started to grind against him. This continued for a few more minutes until he pulled away to admire her flushed appearance.
“W-why did you stop?” Zora breathed out. Mark chuckled and stood up.
“I was just admiring how good you look like this.” Mark said. He laid back on top of her and they began making out. He brought one of his hands up and squeezed her breasts. He then pulled down her shorts and underwear and began rubbing slow circles on her clit. Zora squirmed and grinded against his hand to get more friction.
“More. I need more.” Zora moaned.
“What do you need baby?” Mark asked, now sucking on her left nipple as he played with her wetness, spreading it around her clit.
“I-I-I-I want your f-f-fingers inside of me. I want them now baby.” Zora moaned.
“I got you.” Mark planted a long, passionate kiss on her lips as he slipped two of his fingers inside of her warm, wet heat. Zora broke their kiss to let out a soft moan to which Mark silenced with another kiss. Mark’s movements were agonizingly slow and she couldn’t take it anymore. She bucked her hips in hopes he’d get the hint and he smiled into their kiss and sped up his actions.
“Yes baby, fuuuuck just like that. Oh my god!” Zora breathed out. Mark added a third finger and Zora bit her lip at the pleasurable burn she felt as he stretched her. Mark was shocked at how well she was taking his fingers and decided to try something new.
“Okay.I’m gonna add another finger, think you can handle that?” Mark asked.
“Yes, god yes.” She urged. Mark smirked, He loved when she was in a nasty mood. He added a fourth finger and watched her face contort with pleasure. He sat back up so he could gauge her reactions to his movements. Zora looked completely fucked out but he had no plans of stopping. He moved his hand in a come hither motion and his thumb massaged her clit. She was a moaning mess and Mark couldn’t get enough.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to try fisting, you down for that?” Mark asked. He gave her no time to answer and inserted his thumb inside of her. He balled his fist up and began moving it in and out of her. Zora couldn’t hold in her screams and moaned uncontrollably. She was soaking wet and her juices began leaking down her ass and onto her sofa, making a mess. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his fist.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum....shiiiiitttt.” Zora screamed as she experienced her most intense orgasm. She felt herself squirting and making a huge mess of herself and Mark. Mark didn’t stop though. Zora realized he was going to overstimulate her.
“Think you can come again babygirl?” Mark asked.
“I don’t think I can Mark.” She said, exhausted.
“Oh I think you can,and you will.” Mark replied. Mark slowed his pace, making Zora groan. She felt herself getting worked up again. Mark went back to his rapid pace, causing Zora’s back to arch.
“Fuck. Oh my god.MAAAARRRRKKKK!” She screamed. Zora came again and made an even bigger mess before. Once he was sure her shivers stopped he admired his work.
“Wow. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” Mark said.
“That was fucking amazing. I can’t even move my damn legs.” Zora said.
“Good. Now, let’s shelve the school work for now and get you into a bath. You’ve earned it.”Mark said.
“I love you, you know that.” Zora said.
“I do and I love you too.” Mark replied.
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You can’t, so don’t
So I’m in this mood where I just want a whole bunch of angst crap....people I need help lmao
This story is happy for the first paragraphs
Your POV
Sitting in this car. Driving with the person I love. Singing loud to early 2000s songs. Nothing could be better right now.
I get so caught up in the moment; the person, the place, the time, and the circumstance is so amazing and fairytale like. The beautiful person behind the steering wheel says, “Y/N why are you staring at me like that?” I snap out of my trance and just laugh.
My fiancé manuvers the car into the far left hand lane to turn onto Interstate 5, as other cars pull up to the light. This is a very ordinary thing for us to do. We love driving mindlessly on the Interstate with Autopilot on. We savor all the time we have with each other. We’ve had so many amazing memories in this car and on this road.
Back in the present, the light turns green and he guns it on to the ramp to the highway.
David looks over his left shoulder to merge on to the highway and I grab his right hand and play with his long, skinny, ring adorned fingers. He looks over at me with one of his signature dopey smiles and says, “I love you babygirl.”
All of the sudden, everything is in slow motion.
The sound of metal clanging together, bending, and snapping.
The sound of tires coming to an abrupt stop, trying despretley to not collied.
The sound of honks from other drivers who we inconvienced.
The image of him snapping his head to the right to look me in the eye, almost as if to tell me everything will be alright.
The image of the whole world around us suddenly spinning around and around, doing 360s in the middle of IH-5.
The image of airbags expanding, trying to keep the occupants alive and safe.
The smell of gas.
The smell of oxygen.
The smell of engines burning.
The taste of tears.
The taste of sweat.
The taste of blood.
As soon as it begun, it had all ended.
I yell out for David, trying to get some sort of sound out of him to let me know he is alive. He has to be. He just has to. He is way too young and way too loved to leave yet. I am trying to busy myself so I don’t slip into the darkness of death.
After what seems like hours, the sound of sirens arrive and a strong, comforting voice says, “LAFD, we are getting you guys out now. Everything will be okay.” With that I let myself drift out of conciousness.
Hours later, I wake up. A young nurse is checking my IV bag.
“I’m allergic to morphine.”
The nurse laughs, “After everything that just happened to you, that’s the first thing you ask?” I smile tiredly.
“You shattered your foot and broke your arm in 8 different places. You’ve got some scars and scrates, but it could’ve been much murch worse. You are alive, that’s all that matters.”
“As happy as I am to hear that, I’m more concerned about my fiancé.”
The nurse is quiet. “He is still in surgrey. Massive internal bleeding from being implaed by another car’s bumper. Not to mention all his broken bones.”
“Ca-can I call his family with someone’s phone? They need to get here.”
“One step ahead of you love. Your friend Scott, I think his name was, already call his family and bought tickets.”
I nod, “How long have I been here?”
“About 3 hours I think,” the nurse says as she straightens some paperwork.
“Can Scott come in here?”
The nurse nods, sticks her head out the door, and montions. Scott walks in. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’m so glad you’re okay! I would’ve beaten you in another life if you got to die before me!”
“Thanks Scotty...I didn’t know I meant that much to you,” I say with obvious sarcasm. I pat the side of the bed and he lays beside me with his arm draped over my shoulders in a very protective position.
“I’m worried.”
“shush...I know you are. I can feel you practically shaking right now. I’ll let you know if anything happens, but for now try and sleep okay?”
I am almost asleep again when the nurse comes back in again and grabs my attention, “Okay, David is almost out of surgrey. No one can see him yet thought. It’ll probably be another 2 hours. Are you resting comfortably?”
“As comfortable as I can be considering.”
“Awesome, be back soon,” and with that, the nurse left the doorframe and was off to another room.
My thoughts start to race. “What would I do without him? What if he doesn’t pull through? What if I casued this?”
“Y/n slow down. You didn’t cause any of this.”
“But what if I never begged him to get out and do something today? Would I still be here? Why did this happen to us? Why not another day? Why not give me one more day to savor him? I love him so much, what have I done to upset the universe?” I quickly get out, not paying attention to Scotty at all.
My heart rate starts to speed. The guilt is rising in me. The hatred is building. The heart monitor starts rapidly beeping, prompting nurses to rush in and practically throw Scott off the bed. I’m shaking uncontrollably and my eye movement is rapid, glancing from one nurse to the next. “Grab one half miligram alprazolam now!”
I start to breathe easier and calm down a little. The room fades out and I close my eyes.
Unfortunaltey I get lightly shoulder shoved by a stranger yelling, “Hey. Y/N wake up. It’s me. Can you hear me? Mom I think she’s still under.”
“Honey can you hear us?” I start to open my eyes and glane around the room to see where I am.
“Huh? Wh- oh hey, guys, you made it! I’m so glad y’all are here. I didn’t mean to hurt David, I really didnt, I love him so much. Wait where’s David? Is he okay? Did he live?”.
“Slow down. It’s okay. We were asking if you wanted to go see him,” Palo said gently.
“Of course I do.”
Toby grabs my wheelchair and Ester puts my hair up into a ponytail, while Sara helps me into the chair.
“Ready?” Sara asks. I nod.
After being pushed down a few feet of hallway, we turn left and go a couple of doors down before turning into his room on the right. He looks like a wreck (no pun intended). I finally let myself cry. I push myself to reach his hand, the one I was playing with right before the crash.
“I love you so much, please wake up. You can’t leave me, more importantly you can leave us. You’ll never get to watch your little sisters walk down the aisle. You’ll never get to see Toby get all nervous as he is about to ask his crush out to Prom. You’ll never get to see the look on your parents face when we tell them they are going to be grandparents. You’ll never see our beautiful kids. Pull through Dobrik. You can’t, so don’t. You are loved by so many, don’t give up on us baby.”
His siblings are holding his left hand, as his mom is messing with his hair and his dad is holding his wife whispering to her that it’ll be okay.
After a few minutes of silence, his finger wraps around my ring finger and the heart monitors give out a long and continued beep. The sound no one likes to hear.
“You gave up on us Dobrik.”
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BTS Reaction To Having A Really Happy S/O
Requested: Yes
Request: Fluff and more fluff 💖 May I request a BTS Reaction with them having an S/O that gets really happy over the smallest things?? Like some may see it as nothing but to them it means the world to them? Maybe because they had a very bad experience in the past and never had much good happen to them so even the smallest things brings them complete and utter joy?? Just pure fluff. Thank you 💖💖💖
Thank you for requesting, I hope this is what you meant!~
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SeokJin: He was in the kitchen trying to make something for you two to eat when he heard a loud squeal come from behind him. He looked around confused before he felt arms wrap around his waist as you back hugged him.
,,What's going on, babe?" He asks while turning around to hug you back properly, a huge smile on his face as he saw you grinding widely back at him.
,,You remembered I liked f/d(favorite dessert)." You muse and Jin chuckles.
,,Of course, I remembered it. I wanted to make you happy." He pressed a kiss to your head and went on to cook as you smiled once again to him.
,,Gosh, you're adorable, Y/n."
Yoongi: He had been in his studio for hours before he heard the door of it click open and he turned around to see who it was but was only met with your grinning face.
,,Hi?"He said uncertainly as he watched you give him a soft kiss before sitting onto the sofa, all while having an adorable grin on your lips.
,,Hey. I saw a cute dog on the way here and the owner allowed me to pet it."You explained and Yoongi smiled while nodding. ,,He had this soft short fur and the biggest most adorable eyes. He was so cute!" You gushed and your boyfriend watched you for some time, feeling suddenly energized and happy that you were so happy over a puppy.
,,It's good to see you smiling so much again, baby." He misses you again and even holds your hand while he works a bit more before taking a break to go out for lunch with you, you just made him so happy.
,,If you like a random dog so much, just wait until you meet Min Holly, baby."
Namjoon: He was writing at his desk in your shared office when you walked in and his mood immediately lightened as did yours when he opened his mouth:
,,You look amazing, babygirl. You're absolutely glowing."
As you neared him, he stood up from his chair and embraced you tightly while setting a soft kiss to your lips. The compliment was such a small thing in your whole day or even life but it made both a ton lighter.
He opened his eyes from the kiss to see you grinning back at him and his lips curved up to match yours. ,,What's so funny?"
,,Nothing. I'm just happy you think I look amazing or glowing. Thank you."
To that Namjoon furrowed his brows but kept quiet and decided to just kiss you some more, he could get into the angsty questions on another day. Right now, he just wanted to spend this moment with you in happiness.
,,You always look the best to me, babygirl."
Hoseok: He was taking a break with his members in the practice room and they were all on the ground panting and drinking water, when you burst in with bags of food in your hands.
,,Y/n!! You are a goddess!" Jin was the first one up, giving you a quick hug before he took the bag and set everything out onto the table nearby, the other members standing up and thanking you as well but your eyes were only on your boyfriend who was smiling widely at you.
,,Hey, Hobi. Did you all get the choreo right?" You try your best not to show your over-happiness so quick but Hoseok already knows you well enough to see it from your eyes.
,,Yeah, we did, babe. So what made you so happy, hm?" He stood up and planted a kiss to your lips with his hands on your cheeks, the members thankfully ignoring your intimate moment.
,,Nothing. I was just listening to your songs again and your voice made me happy, so I decided to come and see you a little earlier today. I hope it's okay?"
Hoseok's smile widened and he kissed you again, this time a little slower and with more passion despite still being tired from practice.
,,I'm more than okay with that. You know I love to see you, especially when you're so happy, baby."
Jimin: You were on the sofa in your living room when you heard the front door open and you immediately got up and dashed to greet your boyfriend of two full years.
,,Oh my- Hi, princess."Jimin chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body to pick you up and spin you a bit before setting you down and sharing a loving kiss. When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes with what you could only read as love and happiness.
,,Happy two years."You mumble and he presses another soft kiss to your lips as a response. You finally let him take off his shoes and coat and make it into the living room where Jimin unpacks a small bag.
Your favorite movies, snacks and drinks.
Of course he'd buy them for you.
A smile stretches over your lips and he looks at you with a matching one, putting in the first movie before sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around you.
,,How are you so happy all the time?"He asks quietly and you shrug, a smile still on your face.
,,You make me happy. Thank you for being with me for all these years. I love you, Park Jimin."
,,I love you too, princess. Don't ever forget it."
(Tbh I meant this as like he's the small thing that makes you happy bc he's short and smoll and cute yk.. Haha)
Taehyung: He was in the living room watching something on the TV when you came from the kitchen with a wide grin on your face and just sat next to him quietly.
He immediately turned to you and grinned his boxy smile back at you. ,,So, what happened?"
,,Nothing.."You mumble and turn towards the TV but Taehyung knows better and rests his head onto your lap while looking up at you. ,,You're missing your show, babe." You mumble when you notice him staring you down.
,,I don't care. I want to know what or who made you happy."He smiles gently when he feels your hands in his hair but tells himself to stay on point.
,,Okay, well.. It's small but my best friend just told me she could fly here to see me and we haven't seen each other in years, so I'm really happy."
Taehyung sits upright again and wraps his arms around you. ,,I'm happy for you! When is she coming? Maybe we can sort it out so that she could stay here instead of a pricey hotel?"
Your smile widens and you hug Taehyung back even tighter and kiss him. ,,That would be great! Thank you! She's coming the first week of next month, so we have some time still."
Taehyung smiles and shakes his head a bit as you start planning the visit, he loved you so much he could endure a little visit from a friend.
,,God, you're cute when you're happy. Stay like this forever."
Jungkook: He was in his Golden Closet Studio when you walked in with a little bag of take-out food. He paused his work and turn to look at you with a small smile.
,,Hey, babygirl. How's your day?"He kisses you and places the bag onto the table while pulling you to sit in his lap so he could be close to you.
,,It was good. I played the game you wanted me to and I kept on winning, so I might be playing it with you next time, how about it?"
Jungkook's bunny teeth come to show as he smiles at you, he loved Overwatch and he loved you so what's better than having those two things connect. ,,That's great, Y/n. We definitely need to battle a bit. Show you who's the real winner."He kisses your shoulder and you giggle making his heart flutter.
,,Alright, but that game really made me happy somehow. I've been smiling all day because I won like ten times in a row."
Jungkook chuckles and nods. ,,I know what you mean. Now you know why I'm walking around the apartment with a huge grin sometimes."
You both eat and talk a bit before actually going off to battle each other in Overwatch and yeah, you won. (But only because he let you win)
,,Yeah yeah, celebrate your victory which I gave you." You only smile and dance a little victory dance while showing your tongue to him playfully. He chuckles and shakes his head.
,,I love this damn crackhead.."
(I don't know anything about Overwatch.. lmao sorry if I got it wrong. Also I like this God bc of his hair haha imagine you're Jimin in this)
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