rolling on the rails

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the wheel of self-indulgence continues to spin merrily along…
Off The Rails -the epic saga of Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa and Iwaizumi all falling in terrible weird love with each other- continues!

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I would like to point out Flynn’s very own constructed staircase. Made with wood and bicycle tires. That’s very nice, Flynn. I bet you got an A+ in Croatian shop class.

Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


***

Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.

***

As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’

***

You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?

***

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Imagine You Have a Rare Disorder

You’re a sophomore in college when you start noticing some odd changes.Every month, about two weeks after your period, you’re easily distracted, especially by men. A professor’s cologne in the hallway can send you into a wild daydream that makes your cheeks flush and pupils dilate. As a conservative girl saving yourself for marriage, you’re worried, so you make an appointment with a counselor. The counselor reassures you that feeling more easily aroused during ovulation is perfectly normal.

Month by month, the symptoms gradually get worse, but you do your best to work around them. You start packing several extra pairs of panties in your schoolbag on “those days,” because by mid-morning, you’ve soaked through the originals and are paranoid about the smell. You drop an art history class because the male anatomy on display makes you lose all concentration; you avoid the gym two days a month for the same reason.

* * *

By the middle of your junior year, your symptoms have worsened drastically. Not only do you get wet and flushed at the slightest suggestion of testosterone, but thanks to your hypersensitive clit and lips, you’re also prone to spontaneous orgasms. Thankfully, there is usually at least a second or two of buildup, which enables you to brace yourself and disguise the climax when in public. But with each new cycle, your orgasms are triggered more randomly, and they’re becoming longer and stronger.

You eventually figure out that you can stop having orgasms at inconvenient times… if you release the tension yourself, at regular intervals. So when you feel the onset of your heat, in addition to extra panties, you pack a massive vibrator and spare batteries. (You try using a more discreet one at first, but you seem to build up a tolerance to it; it isn’t long before you’ve upgraded to the biggest one on the market.) Whenever you get a chance between classes, you run to the nearest private washroom and unwrap the silicone savior with clammy, shaking hands. You can’t rip your panties down and shove it in fast enough. You brace yourself on the edge of the sink with your left hand, convulsing again and again as you thrust the vibe into yourself with your right, panting like a bitch in heat, exploding with fluid nearly every time, fluid that somehow never runs out, fluid that streams down your hand and thighs and soaks your jeans and puddles on the floor until your body finally gets what it needs. You clean your vibrator as well as you can, touch up your makeup, and make the most of the few hours of freedom that follow.    

After hitting rock bottom in your parents’ bathroom over Easter weekend, you finally put your denial aside long enough to do some research. As you feared all along, none of this is normal. Not even close. You see a GP, who refers you to a series of specialists.

The invasive examinations inevitably cause you to dig your nails into the paper and climax violently. Each doctor awkwardly asks if you’d like to reschedule, but you beg them to keep going, to find out what’s wrong.

* * *

It turns out that what’s wrong is your ovaries.

Or rather, your extra ovaries.

As the MRI scans show, you currently have three pairs of full-sized ovaries, plus at least a dozen more pairs of varying sizes, all growing rapidly. This steady but dramatic escalation in fertility has been causing you to get increasingly high on your own hormones each month.

The doctors believe that a genetic mutation is probably involved, but agree that in the short term, the ovaries will need to be surgically removed before your symptoms get any worse.

Unfortunately, the only surgeon qualified for this procedure is booked solid for another month. The doctors estimate that you will have a fourth pair of functional ovaries by then, so your next ovulation – due in three weeks - is likely to be even more intense than the last.

“It is absolutely essential,” intones the gynecologist, “that you use birth control responsibly in the meantime, and ideally that you refrain from sexual intercourse of any kind.”

“I’m abstinent by choice,” you reply proudly. “I may need to physically… handle… my urges, but when it comes to guys, I can control myself.”

“Ah… well, even so,” the neurologist says, frowning, “You can’t afford to take any chances in your condition. Even if you’ve stayed out of trouble so far, your hormones have already caused serious behavioral changes over the past year. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I highly doubt that your purity ring will stand much of a chance once that fourth pair matures.”

“And if you get pregnant during this kind of ovulation, we’re looking at guaranteed multiples,” warns the obstetrician. “You don’t need that on top of everything else. Incidentally, we’ve also detected some other hormonal and physical abnormalities that may have repercussions on pregnancy – we’re still waiting on those tests. So for those reasons, you really need to do everything in your power to prevent impregnation for the time being. Okay?”

The other doctors concur. They prescribe a birth control pill, sedatives to calm your nerves during your next ovulation, and a morning-after pill (“in case something happens”). They also recommend that you employ female supervision, and perhaps even physical restraints, to keep you from having sex with a man before your surgery.

After your appointment, you go to the pharmacy and buy the sedatives, but you crumple the other prescriptions into a ball and toss them in a trash can. Birth control? Plan B? Restraints? How dare they. You’ve gotten this far without their condescending advice. Your body may have betrayed you, but your virtue has been unflagging through it all.

And it won’t let you down now.

* * *

In the days before your next heat, you get ready. You fill your studio apartment with food, water, vibrators, and batteries. You get a vague doctor’s note from a clinic and reschedule an exam. You plan to take a double dose of sedatives as soon as you feel your time coming on, which will hopefully make the physical distress more manageable.

You’re a little nervous, but you’re sure that if you stick to the plan and stay indoors, everything will be okay.

* * *

…You come into heat a full day ahead of schedule, in the middle of the night, your hormones surging and overwhelming you so quickly that they jolt you awake.

“Ohh… oh God…”

You fumble for the lamp on your nightstand, manage to switch it on. Your need is already at a critical level; this is happening too fast.

You try to think. What was it you needed to do? You needed to take… something…

“Nghhaaahhhhh— oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It’s no use, you can’t remember. The plan is gone. All you can think about is filling yourself, now. You yank the nightstand drawer off its rails; the vibrator rolls under the bed.

“No! Shit! Wh-where… is…”

As you drop a foot to the ground to get out of bed, your pussy brushes against the edge of the mattress.

“Ahhhh… fuuuuuuuck!”

An orgasm rocks through you. You hold on for dear life. This is not how it usually goes. Usually you have much more time before it gets this intense.

The orgasm drops off, and your desperate arousal instantly returns. Carefully this time, you lower yourself to the ground and grope around frantically for the vibrator. It’s no use; you can’t locate it.

As if enraged by your failure, the throbbing heat in your hugely engorged clit and lips flares inward and upward, inflaming every square millimeter of tissue between entrance and cervix.

“Haaaaahhhhhhhhh… oh God! Oh God please fuhh—ooooohhhhhh God…!”

You’re out of your depth now. Even with your biggest vibrator, you’d be powerless to meet this kind of demand. You’ve never experienced anything like this before.

And yet, shuddering alone in the darkness, you recognize it. It’s your primal instruction, your absolute purpose. But to overcome your own refusal of it, you need to say it out loud, to hear yourself name it.

“Need to… m-make…”

You sob as tears flood your eyes. You try again.

“I… need to make… babies…”

Your innermost Truth is so beautiful, so simple. You want to kill yourself for denying it for so long. But if you do that, your babies will never grow inside you, will never be born. And that would be a thousand times worse that death.

Lurching to your feet, you manage to soothe yourself slightly by murmuring your Truth under your breath. It’s the only thing that gets you from your bed to your door without collapsing.

Need to make my babies. Oh my babies, oh so many, oh so big and strong. My babies. They’re going to grow so strong, so big, so many, so many, so many, my beautiful, precious babies.

You find yourself going down the hall. Your body leads the way; your mind follows by quite a distance. Even so, you know where you’re going, because it’s the only place that exists anymore.

The apartment next door, where the young male lives.

* * *

There’s light under his door – he’s a night owl. You knock. No answer. You knock again.

Footsteps.

When the male sees you in his doorway, his look of annoyance turns to shock. You’re wearing a threadbare t-shirt that accentuates your erect nipples. A gold crucifix pendant. No panties.

Before he can say a word, you shove a hand down his boxers. Just the sight and smell of the male should have caused you to climax immediately, let alone the warmth of his thick member, but your adrenaline-fueled sense of purpose buys you some time.

Staring up at him with your hugely dilated pupils, you manage to communicate some of your Truth as you stroke him hard, but you can feel your furious need surging once more.

“Y-you… you need you to fffuck me and put… put you cum-m in… ahh— inside me. Right now-ohhhhh. Ahhh—f-fuck. I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, but it’s just–haaahhhh… shit… listen… y-you need to fuck me after this bec-auunhhhaaahhhhse… haaaaah… becauss’ I need to get so fucking ­big I can’t move… and I… I need… my… my… my precious babi— oh! Oh God!-AAAHHHNNNN—!!!” You barely have time to pull your hand away and throw both arms up against the doorframe before an orgasm seems to electrocute your entire body from within. You feel more liquid than ever gush out of you, and your vision blurs.

When the world comes back into focus, you look up to find abject horror in the male’s eyes. But it doesn’t matter; you know without even looking that his cock is hard as iron. You stumble past him into the flickering light of his TV. There’s a beat-down, stain-covered couch against a wall. You kneel, facing backwards, on one of its filthy cushions, gripping the seat back for dear life with both hands. Then you raise your ass and display your throbbing wet entrance to the male. You pray silently, feverishly, not daring to look behind you.

My babies. Need to feel my babies and grow them and make them, so many, so big and so strong and so precious. Please God, please God, I need my babies, my babies, oh please… fuck, fuck, why isn’t it in me yet? Why isn’t he filling me with my babies? Please, please, I can’t take this anymore…!

But just as you’re about to turn around, you feel big, warm hands on your hips, and finally, finally, the male plunges into you.

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Body Hostage

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking drabble requests? If so, I'd love to see what happens the first time Isak spends the night at Even's 🤗😍

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Even hardly looks up from where he is climbing up his ladder to his bed, tearing white sheets off the corners and throwing them down. Isak barely dodges being nailed in the face, but life is hard and his boyfriend is a brat.

Even peeks down from the rail-side that prevents him from rolling off the bed in the middle of the night, “What do you mean?”

What does he mean? Was Even not there for the stare-down his father totally gave Isak? Did he not see the way his dad calmly burned a hole through Isak’s very core? Like his son was pure and virginal and at risk of being defiled by Isak? (Which HA. If there was anyone being defiled tonight, it is going to be Isak thankyouverymuch).

“I’m not sure your parents are very cool with me spending the night.”

This looks like news to Even. His eyebrows shoot up, and he tosses a pillow right at Isak’s chest, “They totally are. They love you.”

Yeah love him from afar. Like in the guest room far. Like maybe not even in the apartment far. "Uh-huh.“

Isak takes a sniff of the pillow, “This smells terrible. When was the last time you changed your sheets.”

Another pillow came flying at him.

“Don’t start with me," Sheets and pillows cleared from the lofted bed, Even began his descent down. (and Isak totally isn’t looking at his ass with every step because he is a respectable boy who would never objectify his boyfriend.) "When was the last time I even slept here? That’s like months of sweat and dirt just sitting there in that case.”

Isak dropped the pillow like it burned him, “That’s fucking nasty. Now I have your germs and shit on me.”

Even snorted, crossing the room to give Isak a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the hallway, "Shut up. One, you love the way I smell. Two, that’s not nearly the worst stuff of mine you’ve had on you.“

Isak grinned and turned the corner to follow him out in the hall, "See, but I don’t consider your come-”

A throat clears and Isak wants to crawl into a hole and die a thousand deaths.

Because-

Because.

Because Even’s father is right fucking there. A hulking mass (okay so he’s like 7 ft tall and skinny as fuck, but still) standing in the doorway of what must be a guest bathroom or something. Towels are bunched in his hands and a slow flush is creeping up his neck.

But it’s got nothing on the way Isak is slowly turning purple.

He. Wants. To. Die.

He squeaks, “-come..ing. I’m coming, Even, did you call me? I think you totally just called me and I am… on my way. To you right now.”

Even pops back around the corner to witness Isak’s slow dematerialization.

Eskild’s fucking sex talk has nothing on this moment.

And Even, the absolute fuck, just starts laughing his ass off. Right there in the hallway as Isak and his father awkwardly avoid each other’s gaze. Or rather, Isak doesn’t look up from the ground and who the fuck knows where Even’s father is looking.

Even pats his dad on the shoulder, “Sorry, dad. I guess you didn’t need to hear that.”

“Nope,” he clears his throat and Isak looks up just enough for Even’s father to thrust the folded towels at him, “For when you guys shower. Alone. Or not alone- whatever you guys do. Together in the shower.” He winces and covers his mouth, "I’m going to leave now.“

He turns to the living room and marches the rest of the way out of the hallway.

Even and Isak stand in silence for a few moments.

"Oh my god,” Isak whispers, “I have to leave. I can’t ever come back here.”

“Baby,” Even says, and from the way his lips are twitching, Isak knows he’s trying to hold in laughter, “It’s fine. It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex.”

Isak shushes him, “Knowing and knowing are two different things!”

Even grins.

“Well now they definitely know. So it’s not a big deal,” he slides his arms around Isak’s waist and steers him back towards his room, “I’m going to grab the clean sheets. You stay in here and try not to give my dad a heart attack, alright?”

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Later on, when they are both squeezed up top in Even’s bed- squeezed being the fucking main word because Isak is half on top of Even and he still hardly has room to breathe and the round of sex Even insisted on having because its his childhood bed Isak how can we not, involved more bruises of the not fun kind than he’s gotten all year (but also it was pretty hot sex with the wa Even’s hand had to cover Isak’s mouth to keep from making noise)- they rest.

Even is playing with Isak’s damp curls and Isak is tracing mindless patterns alongside Even’s collarbone. “You know my dad really does like you, right?”

Isak winces, “Can we not talk about that right now.”

“We have to.” Even huffs a laugh that Isak can feel with every breath, “He really does though. He never let Sonja stay the night when we were still together. Plus he made up the bathroom for you. That’s basically a stamp of approval.”

“I literally admitted to have having your come on me at one point.”

One point?”

“Fuck you.”

Even laughs, “Yeah he found that hilarious. I heard him and mom talking in the kitchen about it. They love how awkward you are.”

Isak puffs his chest out, “I’m not awkward. I’m literally the farthest thing from awkward.”

“Uh-huh,” Even brushes his hand down Isak’s back, “So cool. But if I promise that they both love you, will you stop freaking out about it? They want you here, Isak. Especially because wherever you are, I am.”

Isak rolls his eyes, “You really are the sappiest fuck-”

A pair of arms tighten around him hard enough to where Isak splutters and cuts off, “Are we good?”

Isak groans, “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll just- neglect to further mention how many times I’ve been acquainted with your dick.”

“I agree with that plan.”

Isak picks his head up from Even’s chest, “Although… my memory is getting pretty hazy. Maybe I should like- reacquaint myself?”

And then Even is laughing and Isak is attempting to shimmy his way downward and all thoughts of parents quickly fade from mind.

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[ au’s that exist elsewhere ]

the sea was angry. the water thrashed and rolled and boiled and the sailors hung onto the rails of their ship, hanging on for dear life as they hoped that their captain would get them through this.

it happened so fast. faster than anyone could have possibly imagined. one second jared was hanging onto the ropes, his hair hanging wet in his face and then in the next blink he was gone. taken by the sea as their prisoner. as their offering.

jensen found him washed up on shore, wet and cold and bleeding and barely alive and he hovered over the man’s body, brushing his hair out of his face and pressed a light kiss to his lips, healing the wounds that scattered his body.

jensen was told the dangers of the land, of the men that walked on it. he was raised and breed to fear the ones with legs but there was something about this one that drew him in. jensen watched, waited for air to fill the man’s lungs again.

and before jared truly woke, jensen disappeared back beneath the waves, silver white scales catching the last rays of the sun.

[merman!jensen and pirate!jared au]

a dare and a truth...

Bed sharing prompt courtesy of @bookstoreromantic“: “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?”

Rated T - 2000 words - Modern AU - AO3


A warm breeze ruffles the wheat stalks on either side of her truck as she folds her arms beneath her head, smiling up towards the starry night that will be her blanket until dawn. Her friends had thought this a good dare, forgetting that she’s slept in much scarier places where real danger lurked in very real shadows. A night spent alone out here is a piece of cake, no matter how many stupid campfire tales of demonic scarecrows or sickle-wielding serial killers they might have spun.

She’s surprisingly comfortable in the bed of her truck, thanks to the thick pile of blankets beneath her and the lingering buzz of rum from too many pulls of Killian’s flask. Her cheeks warm at the thought of him, the constant will they or won’t they like a rubber band deciding if it wants to pull them together or break from the pressure. It’s easier to want the former when she’s alone and the idea of him can be just a fantasy without the real life implications of what being together might actually entail. Caustic flirting used to be their thing, but she’s sensed a shift, more sincerity and a longing in him that mirrors her own in ways that has her running a bit scared.

Yeah, she’s not scared of serial killers or movie monsters, but Killian Jones, he has the ability to absolutely terrify her.

A rustling too strong to have been caused by the wind catches her attention and she leans up onto her elbows, scanning the fields for what is probably just a crow set out to disturb her solitude. There’s nothing to be seen in the darkness and she’s too lazy to dig out the flashlight buried somewhere in the cab of her truck to go on a search…

“Evening, Swan.”

A scream bubbles up her throat as she’s scrambling to her knees, hands blindly searching for something to grab as a weapon as her brain slowly matches the voice to the unexpected intruder somewhere behind her.

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Drunk drabble!

@midnightstarlightwrites , @edendaphne , @maerynn-blog

Kry’s note: This is what happens when you accidently tell a chat group you’ve been drinking. Not edited or betad and is pretty raw. I’M SORRY!



Chat Noir had to admit; Marinette was fun to be around. He hadn’t laughed so hard in such a long time. And over the most stupid, inane things ever. It was catching, her laugh was absolutely delightful and every time the chorus of angels graced the sky he found himself leaning closer to her, reveling in her voice and her presence and her laughter.

Of course, it could just be the alcohol talking.

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anonymous asked:

What's your headcanon on why tendou and semi would develop feelings each other?

ah, gosh, ok, i’m in kind of a pre-exam panic today so this is like, lunch break musings and not my best, but:

from tendou’s side: 

  • tendou notices right away that semi’s good looking, but like… he notices this about a lot of people so i doubt it’d be a big deal to him. he probably has a lowkey crush on at least half the team the moment he joins
  • the thing that would make semi special is how easy he is to rile up. tendou would have a ball with it. he says something like “oh, you’re wearing that?” and semi’s permanently obsessed with what tendou thinks of his clothes. if tendou is trolling someone else semi will hear him from across the room and be shaking his fist like an old man. it’s hilarious and i bet tendou is utterly overjoyed by just teasing him, especially bc he never seems genuinely hurt, he just mutters angrily and glares at tendou (tendou likes riling people up, but he hates being legitimately hurtful)
  • but i think the more time he’d spend with semi just to get him all worked up, the more chances there’d be for accidental quiet moments, where semi seems to be more tired and instead of making fun, tendou would ask what’s wrong and they’d kinda talk it out, and semi’s actually a really caring and kind person, so tendou can go to him if he’s feeling bad
  • so i think it would be a process of being like “hey, here’s this really pretty guy who is a hoot to be around… oh, and also he’s really nice to be around” and he’d probably not even be insistent on dating him or whatever, he’d just be happy to be around him and also he’s really attractive

from semi’s side

  • this would be more complicated
  • his first impression of tendou is probably something like “what the fuck is this guy” but he… he tries to be nice, because it’s not tendou’s fault that he’s weird looking
  • but tendou’s also a first class pain in the ass
  • semi wants to fight him nonstop
  • like, he kind of brings a playful and fun element to practice so i wouldn’t say semi ever hates him or wishes anything bad for him, but he’s just lowkey pissed off by tendou’s very existence At All Times
  • one day, though, sometime in their second year, he sees some first year girl fall down the and scrape their knee. papers go flying, this girl is about to cry and some people are wondering whether to help and others are about to laugh, and semi’s about to run down the hallway to help, but then tendou pops out of nowhere, making a huge show out of it, like, vaulting over the railing of the stairs from behind and rolling down beside this girl, and she’s too startled to cry, and people are laughing at him now instead of her, and he whips out the ugliest set of neon color band-aids from his backpack and makes her chose a favorite color, and she picks a color and he slaps it on her knee theatrically and then gives her a gummy candy the same color? it’s the most ridiculous situation and she’s just laughing while tendou chases down all her papers and gives them back to her and it is the most adorable and ridiculous thing that semi has ever seen
  • tendou has no idea that semi saw all this, but it’s like… changed semi’s life. the next time he sees tendou he just stares at him and tendou’s like “what” and semi’s like “NOTHING WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT” bc he’s super embarrassed about it all
  • but once he’s noticed he can’t stop seeing how tendou puts in all the effort of figuring out what ushi’s thinking and how he cheers up anyone who gets yelled at by washijo whenever it’s obvious it really got to them (or when they get hit, jesus) and he realizes tendou never actually teases him when he feels bad and honestly, semi realizes he’s really kind behind it all
  • and like… he’s not bad looking, just weird?
  • he’s not sure if it’s a crush or a friend thing and for some reason he figures the only way he’ll know is if they touch and it gives him butterflies so one day he comes in and is like “i need a hug,” and tendou nearly kicks over a bench to run to him and hug him and it’s such a good hug and semi’s definitely a mess and that’s when he knows (also he gets a hug from reon, which is the world’s softest hug, and ushiwaka, who squeezes a little too tight but is still a really good hugger)
bad things (i.)

“Hit me,” Kenny said.

There weren’t many things that took Craig by surprise. But on that particular day, those two words were an exception. He blinked automatically.  Kenny chuckled. 

“Come on dude, hit me. Just lay one on me, right here, on my jaw.”

“What?” Craig asked, quite confused. “Why?“

“I wanna see how good of a fighter you are.”

Craig was walking a thin line between telling Kenny to cut the bullshit and actually punching the shit out of him.

“Am I in Fight Club?“

Kenny shook his head and began to unzip his jacket. “Nah, this is better.” He flung it over the railing and rolled up his t-shirt sleeves. “In the sense that I’m hotter than Brad Pitt and there aren’t really any rules to this.“

"So wait. You want me to punch you in the face?” Craig asked, as if, for some reason, he was just not catching the drift.

“Sure, why not.” Kenny grinned, his breath coming out in a grey mist from the cold. “If that’s what you’re feeling at the moment, go for it.”

“And…you’re totally okay with this?”

Kenny rose his brows in disbelief. “Are you really asking me for permission? Really? I said GO FOR IT, YOU FUCKING BABY.“

A little nerve was tugged Craig balled up his hand into a fist. This kid can’t be serious, he thought. But a part of him was kind of hoping he was because god knows how good it’d feel to sock him. Especially when he was grinning at him like that.

His hand twitched uncertainly by his side.

"Aw poor Craig is feeling pressured.” Kenny pouted childishly. “Is the pressure too much for little Tucker?“

Craig’s nails dug deep into his skin.

"Mhmm. Maybe you can’t even throw a decent punch. Maybe you don’t know how to!” Kenny gasped letting his lips fall into that devious smile again. “OR MAYBE YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE BI-“

And Kenny was cut off immediately from the full blow of Craig’s fist to his mouth. He stumbled backwards losing his balance and falling hard against the metal railing. There were loud gasps from the underclassmen surrounding them, followed by a string of “oooooo’s”.

Kenny regained his vision quickly and spat into his hand, marveling at the dark liquid staining his palm. He brushed his fingers along his teeth and was relieved to feel they were all still intact. But a huge grin began to spread across his cut up lips. He looked back up at Craig who was looking down at him sort of triumphantly and satisfied.

“How do ya feel?” Kenny asked, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt. Craig shrugged, staring at his fist with awe. He muttered something along the lines of “Pretty good I think” before Kenny cut him off with a good solid blow to his nose. Another chain of “oooo’s" broke out and before long the students began egging them on. Craig was quick to respond, picking himself from his awkward fall and shoving Kenny hard against the railing, taking that chance to knee him in the stomach a couple times. Kenny managed to trip him down and suddenly there were fists landing everywhere. And there were cheers and shouts, some encouraging the fight, others yelling for security to come.

Craig ignored all of this. All he felt was Kenny’s fist colliding roughly with his ribs, chest, face, and arms. But somehow it felt…thrilling. It felt exciting. The roughness was challenging, something Craig rarely experienced. It was as if they were fighting to the death. And and one point he was almost sure that he was going to pass out unconscious and wake up in a hospital bed. But the adrenaline was there and that made all the consequences worth shit. The sight of his own blood didn’t terrify him. Shit, at that point he couldn’t even distinguish his own blood from Kenny’s. It was hard to tell who was winning, even though Craig knew damn well he was getting in some good hits.

But did it even matter?

“HEY, BREAK IT OFF YOU TWO. COME ON, GET UP.”

The next thing Craig knew, Kenny was being pulled off him and they were both being dragged up from the floor. The underclassmen had a mix look of horror and wonder in their faces, like they were both some beings from outer space. The security guys held them back like wild beasts posing a threat.

Craig couldn’t feel his own goddamn face. 

He looked over at Kenny who was trying to catch his breath.Amidst everything, he still smiled. He looked at Craig and let out a broken laugh. “What did we do wrong?“

Craig looked around the stadium and noticed they had become the main attraction. He could spot the football players, more so Clyde, glancing up with shock and confusion as well as the cheerleaders and the coaches. They all looked around him like he was at the center of a crime scene. Craig looked at Kenny and began to smile as much as his sore face would let him.

He was catching his drift now.

Kenny mouthed the same words again. “What did we do wrong?”

Craig responded with how he felt at that moment. “Nothing at all.

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re/concilation. | Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader


Your chin found the palm of your hand - your cheeks inflating as you released another heavy sigh. Disappointment; fear, and anger built within you–the utmost strife twisting your stomach. Subsequent to your audible sigh; you separated your palm from your chin - waving it lazily. “Whatever–save your excuses and go already.” Ultimate remorse and sadness reflected in Adrien’s gaze - his mouth twitching awkwardly to keep from frowning.

“I’m really sorry about this. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” He pressed his lips to your cheek softly; causing you to fight back the urge to jerk away and act hostile. None of this was his fault–you hoped. You knew deep down that even he had secrets to hide, and that thought is the only reason you kept your faith in him so long.

“See you later then, Adrien.”

However; you were beginning to have second thoughts regarding his ‘disappearances’. Some times - you would catch him talking to a classmate with big, round blue eyes. You were an average girl, and Adrien was a cute popular guy – the possibility of him seeing another girl crossed your mind many times.

You shook your head lightly; raising your hand to wave the waiter over. At that exact moment he made his appearance - you were standing from your seat at the set table. “I’m taking my leave now.”

“If that’s what you wish; but, won’t your boyfriend be back soon?”

“Nope.” Came your immediate reply - accompanied with a stern shake of the head. “I’d rather save myself the time. Oh, and as for the bill - you can put it on the Agreste’s tab.”

“Will do. Thank you for coming and have a safe trip.”




“You don’t mind if I head off now right?”

The female adorned in red completed with black dots turned to look at him - a soft grin decorating her face. “Well look at you–found something more important than the city of Paris huh?”

His face flushed as he scratched the back of his neck with both hands - his mouth opening and closing in an effort to form words. As the former superhero let out a hearty laugh at his flustered appearance - he looked down, hoping to hide his face behind raised arms.

“Well, you aren’t denying it.” Her smile dropped as she glanced down at the dotted spray bottle in her hand–the item she’d gained from Lucky Charm in battle. “This is probably a bad time to bring this up–but I..know who you are in real life..?”

The blonde looked her in the eye once more - anxiety making his stomach churn. “Is it that obvious?”

“No–but what my point is; I’ve approached you quite a lot in my regular form..hoping you’d get the message. Now, I’ve realized that I can’t hope for that anymore - because you have someone you already love.” She fiddled with the bottle in her hands as her gaze averted from his. “Even so, our time together is limited just like yours with her is. So don’t make her wait.”

“You’re the one who stopped me..” He muttered, gazing up to the night sky. Immediately annoyed - the female superhero pointed the spray bottle at him; his hands flailing at the air above him instantaneously. “Don’t point that at me!”

With a soft sigh, her arm dropped to her side - her other hand coming up to place itself on her forehead. She forced a smile - shaking her head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

The boy who stood opposite of her took notice of this straightaway - a small frown stretching his lips whilst he lowered his arms. “A few weeks ago - I would’ve been ecstatic to hear that, because believe it or not–I had a crush on you. But now; I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without (Y/N)..”

Her eyes only continued to water as he took her hand in his - moving it away from her forehead to place a light kiss there.

“I’m sorry.” He then muttered, taking his leave.

“..You’re not.”



The superhero donned in black stopped on a roof-top just southwest of your house - blending into the shadows of the night. Though he stood a few moments away - he could tell that you had already changed into your pajamas and were getting ready for bed.  

Once again - the boy was coming to visit you late at night; in his superhero form as well. He stopped to look down at his hand - taking note of how much time he had left before continuing to progress to the house he recognized as yours.

Careful to not step on the small pots scattered across the balcony floor - he stepped around them quietly until he reached the white symmetric doors.

You stood just on the other side - your hands brushing upwards through your hair as you concentrated on the mirror in front of you. However; when he tapped lightly on the door made mostly out of glass–you jumped, letting your hair fall back into it’s original style.

“Chat Noir? What are you doing here this late?” You questioned, opening both doors to step out onto the balcony.

“Ah, it’s not that late. And isn’t it obvious?” Though directed at you–his question was rhetoric - a small smile appearing on his face as he tapped your nose. “I came to see you.”

You hummed lightly, blinking in slight surprise to his sudden affectionate nature. “Are you sure you aren’t just lonely?”

The taller male deadpanned; a mixture of annoyance and disappointment reflecting in his eyes–similarly to Adrien’s, you noticed. His mouth opened to say something in response - but you cut him off.

“I am.” You sighed through your nose. “My boyfriend had to ditch again today - and instead of embarrassing myself again like the first time–I left right after him.”

The blonde’s heart slightly clenches upon hearing this - a few negative thoughts swarming in his mind. “Well, if I were you - I would’ve ordered a bunch of food and stuff to make the bill higher as revenge.”

A few giggles left your form before he even finished speaking; the small giggles only becoming more audible as he did. “That’s not really a bad idea.” You then paused - replaying his words over in your head. “Uhm..Chat Noir, you’re not stalking me are you?”

The boy in question tensed and his face went red; fearing he said the wrong thing. “What do you mean?”

“How did you know I went to a place where I could 'order food’?”

“Well excuse me dear princess. As I don’t know know much about dates. All you do is go to a restaurant and eat right?”

You rolled your eyes - leaning your elbow onto the railing to place your chin in your palm. “There are other types of dates you know.”

“Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”

“Dates are basically when you and another go out to some place with a happy heart–enjoying both their presence and the activities. You can go almost anywhere and make it a date; movie date, Waterpark date, fair date–as long as you enjoy it I guess.”

At the lift of one corner of his lips and the wiggling of his eyebrows - you basically knew what he was going through his head. “Is this a date then?”

“No way dude, we’re still at my home.”

You were both then enveloped in silence - content with the soft noises the late night had to offer. The night was very peaceful - even with the faint engine noises that were just a few miles away. Chat Noir had his eyes closed; completely immersing himself into the sounds of the night.

You on the other hand, began to drown in negative thoughts; the silence giving you the pleasure of hearing such things loud and clear. After taking a shaky breath - you spoke up again.

“Chat Noir, can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, sure.” He hummed, his eyes remaining closed.

“I sorta wish I could date you–because you seem to be around more. The thing is..I’ve been having all sorts of negative thoughts when it comes to my boyfriend’s disappearances..and I’m starting to have thoughts about separating from him.”

His harlequin colored eyes shot open; a look of distress showing on his entire face. The thought of you breaking up with him was unbearable - why couldn’t he visit you more ad himself than Chat Noir? He couldn’t hate himself anymore than he did in this exact moment; the fact that he couldn’t kiss you still - is slowly driving him insane.

“It’s not that I don’t love him or anything; it’s just..whatever he runs out there to is clearly more important than I am.” You quickly blinked thrice before turning your head away all together. “And lately..I’ve even wondered if he were seeing other girls - maybe I’m just too boring or something for him. Honestly I just–”

“Stop talking.”

When turning to look at him as you did just moments before; a lone tear escaped your left eye - wetting your cheek as it slides down. He steps closer - his stern gaze meeting yours when he wipes the tear away.

“Why would you ever think about separating from him? That’s only gonna cause more problems than you have right now. Think about how he feels–he will be heartbroken. I’m sure that he loves you more than all of Paris combined - and you’re just gonna throw it all away like that?”

Tears are now falling from your eyes quickly; your lip quivering as you try desperately to wipe them away. “I don’t mean–I just..I-I can’t..” You choke back tears - struggling to form a reasonable sentence.

“Great..I’ve made two girls cry in one night..”

“W-What?” You inquired - sniffing.

“Nevermind.” He imprisoned you against his chest, rubbing small circles in your back - tightening the hug. “It’s just..he returned your feelings right? Even with all that he has to deal with - he wants to be with you, cherish you, and most importantly–love you. (Y/N), look at me.”

You did as told - blinking away more tears to look up at him clearly.

“What if he goes out to save all of Paris everyday?” Chat Noir’s forehead rested on yours; noses pressed together and lips lightly grazing over each other as he spoke. “What if he would give all of that up just for you?”

Pink tinted your cheeks - his words sticking to repeat inside your head, causing your heart rate to increase excessively. “And what if…that’s not the case?”

You watched as he closed his eyes, processing your words carefully. A barely audible beeping was then heard from his hand that rested on the small of your back - catching his full attention.

“So..mind describing this boyfriend of yours?”

“Huh?”

“I..think I saw someone heading this way a little while back–he had blonde hair.”

You then put distance between the both of your faces, disbelief written on your features. “What? That’s impossible - he’d be at home at this hour, why–”

Chat Noir’s gloved finger pressed against your lips. “Shh, Listen.”

Listening closely to the unknown as you possibly could–you blinked up at the taller hero. After a few moments of silence; the familiar tune of your doorbell sounded, alerting you of the guest that stood at the door.

“Oh, look at that–he’s here already.” He muttered, pulling away from the embrace. He then leapt onto the railing - offering a soft smile before jumping off the balcony entirely.

“I’ll get it!” Deciding not to waste anymore time than you already did; you then sprinted downstairs - coming to an abrupt halt upon reaching the door. You encased the cool brass doorknob between your fingers, but paused.

The prior conversation you held with Chat Noir made you reflect on the past few days - and how you’d acted so cold towards the one that was actually trying. Would he be angry–why was he even here?

You shook these thoughts away, instead continuing to unlock the door. Slowly but surely; you started to pull on the doorknob.

The door was open part-way when you began to speak. “Uhm, Adrien I–”

The boy in question interrupts your sentence as he forces the door open fully - his hands finding your face. His grip tightened ever so slightly; his lips colliding with yours quickly–and almost painfully. He deepened the kiss with the tilt of his head - your eyes squeezing shut, and mouth opening slightly as you returned the forceful kiss.

Finally; he pulled away - the sight of the thin string of saliva connected to your mouths causing your face to flush.

My first kiss..

Though flustered - you took notice of Adrien’s messy hair; distressed gaze, and shortage of breath. “A-Are you ok? Did you run here?”

Adrien hung his head - taking deep breaths. “I nearly broke my neck trying to get here.”

You deadpanned - placing your hands over his that rested on your cheeks. “Then–”

“Don’t worry about that.” He pulls you into another stern kiss.“I’m gonna spend the night here to apologize for all those times I had to cancel important dates.” He pushed your hands away forcefully; lifting your face to gaze into your eyes.

“I’m gonna love you all night long.”

You were sure that your entire body was then flushed–because you felt completely warm all over. “Adrien! That sounds so wrong!”

He quirks an eyebrow; tilting his head as he replayed his previous words in his head. Shrugging soon after, he began to litter your cheeks in kisses. “I promise to try and do better. I promise.” He repeated - a kiss for every word he spoke.

“You don’t have to..” You muttered quietly, not wanting to interrupt him.

“No matter what happens..” Adrien started - pulling you into an embrace. “I will always love you, (Y/N).”




I’M SORRY

ANGST WAS NEEDED - SO ANGST YOU WILL GET

I HAD TO–ANGST IS JUST IN MY GENES OR SOMETHIN’

AND YEAS MARINETTE INTENDED TO BREAK YOUR RELATIONSHIP

CUE TEARS AND ANGSTY APOLOGIZING SCENE

P.S. I WAS CRYING TOO WHILE WRITING THAT CONFESSION SCENE

(insert Lenny face here)

So~sis~~ still want me to do that request? (tell me later tho, I’m still writing)

I’ve killed two birds with one stone! Firstly; this request was special–and I finished it quite quickly!! Now onto the other requests!

Secondly; my sister said that she wanted to make my oneshots more “realistic” and by that she said “[They must be] sexy” and “have your 'psychological’ impacts too!”

Say no more my dear child.
Muahaha~

(Darn gif ain’t the right size)

Imagine by; @animerocks00

Oneshot by; @animerocks00

Requested by; Anonymous ( )

Proofread and Refurbished by; No one yet ;_;

The First Time - Tommy Shelby

Request: Can I request Tommy seeing is child for the first time.

The First Time - Tommy Shelby

You sat on the bench in the train station. The station was full of families waiting for the train of young men to roll in from France. Polly stood with Ada near the rails, trying to see down into the distance. Finn had fallen asleep on the bench and you volunteered to sit with him. On your lap was a sleeping three year old, his face pressed against your chest as you gentle bounced him. You were glad to be sitting away from the rails as your nerves were out of control.  

Just before the call for soldiers rang through Small Heath you had gone to Polly’s early in the morning. She had been up but the boys were all sleeping. You told her that you needed to talk to Tommy, that it was urgent. You stood out on the stoop when she went in to wake him. Even today, almost four years later, you could remember the way he’d come outside half dressed, groggy from sleep.  

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canoe-guy, Destiel, flashfic for @kawaii-nihon, ~1.4K

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There was a reason that Dean bought a modest house in the middle of the woods. It was something he always told himself he could have, if he could actually make it as a published novelist. He had paid his due, through years of shitty apartments and shittier jobs - bouncer, mechanic, grocery store clerk, even a stint as a stripper - while only practicing writing as a ‘hobby’. Because it wasn’t a sustainable job. It wasn’t something he could have.

At least, that’s what he’d believed for a while. With Sam’s encouragement - and it took Dean years to even let Sam read a single word he’d written - Dean had finally worked up the stones to look for a publisher. The work to make a name for himself was grueling, and there were plenty of times he didn’t think he was cut out for it, but when a sci-fi series of his about intergalactic bounty hunter brothers took off, Dean finally broke into his savings and got himself a secluded house where he could focus on his work.

Sam might have said that he was turning into a reclusive hermit like Bobby, but Dean still liked to get out. He took the Impala on month long cross-country trips just to stretch his legs. But when inspiration hit him, he had a quiet little place outside of time and away from everything where he could hole up and write.

There were no neighbors for miles, the closest town was a forty minute drive away. It was perfect. Distraction free.

And then this asshole showed up. In a canoe. Naked.

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Are You Blushing, Baby?

Daveed x Reader
Word Count: 1037
Summary: Daveed is tired of his photographer girlfriend always taking pictures of him, and decides to take some of her.

“I like it when your hair’s in the Lafayette ponytail,” you muttered under your breath as you gently pulled your boyfriends hair back, out of his face.

Tilting his head back so you had easy access to his hair, Daveed groaned softly, “It’s very headache inducing,” he pouted, but didn’t stop you from containing his curls in the hair tie.

“It’ll only be for a minute,” you reasoned with a grin, as he turned around to face you once again.

He rolled his eyes, “You said this whole thing would only last ‘a minute,’ Y/N,” Daveed shot back, raising his eyebrows, “And it has been FAR MORE than ‘a minute.’”

“You said you would help me!” You exclaimed, “You said you didn’t mind!”

Daveed shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “I don’t,” he stated simply, “All I’m saying is we’ve been here for a good two hours. Which is more than a minute.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever,” you muttered, lifting the camera to you face before snapping a quick photo of your smart-ass boyfriend, before letting the camera hang around your neck once again. “The sun’s nearly gone anyway, I’m almost finished.”

Daveed smirked, leaning against the railing. The two of you had taken an impromptu trip to San Francisco and it was your last day here. Of course you had taken tonnes of pictures on your little adventure, but they consisted mainly of the landscape. It took a bit of persuading, but you managed to bribe your boyfriend into participating in a mini-photoshoot by the coastline.

You’ve been working as a photographer for a few years now, and Daveed was your favourite person to practice on. He was also the only one who would let you take pictures of him all the time.

Lifting the camera to your eyes, you focused the lens; without being told, Daveed smiled at you, showing off his beautiful teeth. Snapping the picture, you quickly looked to make sure it turned out alright. You hoped it had; he looked beautiful today.

“That hot, huh?” Daveed teased, an annoying smirk gracing his lips.

Your eyes shot up to look up at him; only now realizing the beaming smile on your face, you began to let it falter, and fall into a frown. “Don’t get a big head, Diggs,” you rolled your eyes to look back down to your camera. The picture had turned out.

He chuckled as he walked up to you, “You think I’m hot,” he grinned cheekily, peering down at the viewfinder.

You shook your head, “I think you’re CUTE,” you argued, flicking through the past few photos.

Daveed grinned, “Y/N,” he began, and you were already preparing yourself for the annoying statement sure to follow, “Do you have a crush on me?”

You rolled your eyes and gently pushed him away from you, “D,” you groaned, “We’ve been together for two years.”

He smirked down to you, and you quickly took a picture of him. “Is that a yes?” He asked, quirking a brow, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, looking to a piece of chewed up gum on the ground out of the corner of your eye to avoid making eye contact. “… Yeah,” you admitted, “Do you have a crush on me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly, peeling the camera out of your hands and removing it from around your neck; “Yeah,” he said cooly, “You’re alright.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, unamused. “That’s not funny, Daveed,” you began, reaching for the camera. He moved it out of your grasp, smiling cheekily. “D,” you said, trying to sound stern, but the smile made its way onto your face without consent. Crossing your arms, you sighed, “Daveed. Please give me my camera.”

Daveed smirked, making you roll your eyes. “No,” he grinned, “Not yet. I wanna take a picture of you.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help but grin.
“There you go,” your boyfriend praised you, clicking the button, “Beautiful…”

You chuckled and held out your hand, expectantly, “Okay Diggs, seriously. Hand it over.”

He grinned giddily, lifting the camera to his face, “It’ll only be ‘a minute,’ babe,” he teased, waving his hand at you, directing you to take his place against the railing.

You rolled your eyes, “Daveed,” you sighed, “Come on—I barely even got ready this morning, I-“

“Still look good,” he argued, fiddling with the lens. You assumed he was trying to focus it, despite it being on auto-focus. “Say cheese,” he muttered once he was ready.

You sighed; “Cheese,” you smiled pitifully, making Daveed chuckle as he took the picture.

“Perfect,” he grumbled, eyeing the viewfinder critically. “Y/N,” he began, suddenly serious, and you raised your eyebrows, letting him know you were listening. “You’re hot.”

Your eyes widened as Daveed smirked. “D,” you groaned, pursing your lips; already feeling your cheeks heat up in a blush, you looked away from him. When you heard the camera shutter, you only felt your cheeks heat up some more; “Daveed, why would you… I—ugh,” you groaned in frustration, burying your face in your hands.

You heard the camera go off again— “Okay, stop it now,” you demanded, turning your back to your boyfriend, “Give me the camera, Daveed.”

You heard the shutter— “Daveed!” You exclaimed, “NOW.”

“Are you blushing, baby?” He teased, chuckling as he approached you.

You turned back around, your brows furrowed in annoyance, “Just hand me the camera, Diggs.”

He smirked, handing it to you. “Hey,” he grinned, “This was your idea, Angel!”

You rolled your eyes, “No,” you argued, “My idea was taking pictures of you—“

“An eye for an eye—“

“That’s not relevant—“

“Is too,” he argued, grabbing your hand in his, pulling you closely into his side. He gently pressed a kiss onto the top of your head.

You sighed, but let him.

Daveed smirked as he pulled away, “So I take it we’re done here,” he grinned cheekily.

You rolled your eyes in response; “Whatever,” you grumbled.

He smiled in success; “It’s our last night here,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go out on a nice date; anywhere you want.”

You nodded you head in agreement; “Deal.”

queenchocohoe  asked:

Hello! I love your blog! :3 You write so well ^-^ I hope it's okay I make a request? ^^; If it's alright, may I request for Iggy? Like, his s/o can somehow heal his blindness in exchange for her losing her sight but she didn't tell him that before she heals him? Sorry if this sounds weird, I had a dream similar to this o.o I hope you have a lovely day! ^^

Oh hello! :D I’m so glad you like, and thank you so much!!! I feel like such a flustered mess and hope that I’m doing these men some realistic justice /sob

Yaaaaasssss! Make ALL the requests!

One angsty Iggy oneshot coming riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight up!

Warning: Obvious spoilers

Additional note: You’ll start to probably notice a pattern, but I make my s/o (“Reader”) characters a mage that uses both white and black magic (per the FF-universe). So that will be mentioned in here as well.

Also, sorry if this feels rushed at all? I wanted to keep it one-shot length while still trying to get certain information in there. I hope you still like it, though, @@queenchocohoe !

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anonymous asked:

1 for that FIC thing with Javid or JackCrutchie maybe??

((short and sappy))


“We should get to sleepin” Crutchie mumbled when his careless conversation with Jack began to wind down. Jack’s legs swung in the chilly autumn air as he and Crutchie sat on their rooftop penthouse, arms resting on the railings, watching the clouds roll through the sky.

Jack’s stubborn silence was enough of a reply for Crutchie. He found the energy to pipe up again.

“It’s gotta be way past midnight by now, and I know you ain’t been sleepin as good as you should.”

Jack grumbled, eyes already drooped shut, and lazily rested his head on Crutchie’s shoulder.

“Shaddap.. ya little…” Jack’s gruff voice trailed off in a slurred mess of directionless sounds.

“Little what?” Crutchie feigned offense, “You trynna insult me there, Jack?” He paused for a dramatic gasp before punctuating, “How could ya?”

To this, Jack grumbled more and suddenly freed his arms from under his head to wrap them around Crutchie’s torso. With the same swift motion, the sleepy embrace sent both of them flopping down to the rooftop floor. Jack lied down on his back, still maintaining his tight bear hug on Crutchie. In a matter of seconds, Crutchie found himself staring at the sky with his body nuzzled into the space between Jack’s right arm and his chest.

“Mmsorry,” Jack mumbled with his face pressed against the back of Crutchie’s left shoulder. He could feel Jack’s eyebrows furrowing as he squished his dumb face further into Crutchie’s back.

“What?” Crutchie giggled, the shock of the moment leaving him, “I was kiddin Jack, you’re such a softie.”

Jack crushed Crutchie in an even tighter hug and rubbed his face back and forth against Crutchie’s back. Crutchie felt him sigh.

“I think you’re wonderful” Jack murmured. 

Crutchie’s eyes widened.

Jack’s voice didn’t have the tone of his previous frustration nor the muffled pressure of his once squished face. The declaration sung through the air and flew away before Crutchie could breathe in a slow, small gasp of air. He could feel his face warm up with redness. Jack was often a little mushy with him here and there, as affectionate and emotional as Jack was, but this felt different somehow.

Crutchie let Jack hold him in his arms while his mind swam with thoughts and emotions he couldn’t keep in place long enough to understand. He seemed to be counting the quiet seconds that passed, not knowing what to do next.
When he felt Jack’s arms relax slightly, Crutchie turned his head until his cheek brushed against Jack’s short, dark hair.

“Hey, uh, Jack?” he nearly whispered, “Yous gonna fall asleep like this if ya don’t move.”

However, Crutchie found that Jack had already fallen asleep underneath him. After a few seconds of situational calculation, Crutchie decided to shift his weight off of Jack’s chest, flip himself onto his stomach, and rest his head against the crook of Jack’s collarbone. 

Crutchie could feel the slow rise and fall of Jack’s chest and the exhaling of air brushing over the top of Crutchie’s head. Jack’s right arm mindlessly shifted around Crutchie’s back and held him in place, but not before unconsciously combing his fingers through Crutchie’s sandy hair. Heart pounding, Crutchie took those actions as an encouragement to gently sling his right arm around Jack’s chest. He laughed a little. Jack almost made Crutchie as sappy as he was; but this was nice.

Slowly, Crutchie let his eyes drift closed, but he felt one last urge before letting sleep take him away from the present. As if he was delivering a drowsy secret, Crutchie whispered “I think you’re wonderful too.”

Gift: Drunk Men Don't Lie

For @alyseb630 because she’s a big cutie pie and Tumblr mums must spoil their children

“Princess I love you.” The mostly-empty wine bottle swung precariously from his fingertips, the contents sloshing loudly, demanding to be drunk.

Marinette rolled her eyes and reached for the bottle. “Yes I know that’s the fifth time you’ve said that in the past half hour.” He snatched the bottle out of her reach and rasied it to his lips, taking such a large mouthful that it would have been frowned upon at a dinner party. “Give me that Chat.”

Chat’s eyes bugged out of his head for a moment before he started giggling uncontrollably, his uncontrollable (at least in his drunken state) tail twitching. “That Chat.” He wheezed. “That’s funny.”

Marinette groaned and reached for the bottle again. “You’ve had enough.”

Chat clutched his prize to his chest. “No.” He whispered. “I need it.”

Marinette slapped his thigh and ignored his giggles of ‘ooh kinky’. “You don’t need it. Give it to me or I won’t give you any croissants next time you visit.”

“No croissants?” He breathed horrified. His ears flattened against his skull and his expression turned pitiful, as he pondered his new punishment. “Cookies?” He asked hopefully, ears pricking up.

“No.” Marinette said firmly, folding her arms across her chest.

“No cookies?” He whined, voice edging up a few octaves at the word ‘cookies.’ His ears drooped and his tail flopped onto the chaise with a thump.

Marinette swallowed the thump in her throat at the sight of her partner’s sorrowful expression. She tightened her crossed arms and deepened her frown so she wouldn’t give in. For a few seconds it was a silent battle of willpower before Chat lost. He held out the bottle in defeat, head bowed, one hand grasping the neck, the other supporting the base; like a sommelier might offer wine to a patron.

Marinette took it gingerly and slipped off the chaise so she could go pour it into her flowers on the terrace. When the bottle was empty she placed it as close to the wall as possible. Hopefully she could get rid of it later without her parents noticing. She took a deep breath and dropped back into her room, snapping the hatch closed behind her. She narrowed her eyes in the dark, Chat was missing and the hatch leading to downstairs was open. Marinette cursed, raced over to the hatch and stuck her head down the hole.

“Chat.” She hissed, panic setting in. Her parents weren’t exactly aware of the stray cat she’d adopted over the past few months.“Get up here.” After a moment of silence he wandered up the stairs and butted his head against hers.

“Princess! What are you doing here?” He wore his signature Cheshire grin and his voice was entirely too loud.

She grabbed his collar and hauled him through the hatch. “I live here.” She grunted as he sprawled on top of her giggling. “With my parents -”

“I love your parents.” He mumbled into her hair, still giggling. “Your fluffy and kind and nice maman and your funny papa. ”

Marinette rolled her eyes and tried to push him off her. “That’s nice. They are also parents who could catch you here without permission. Remember?” He had forgotten apparently, his giggles slowed and he pulled himself up onto his elbows so he was hovering over her, one of his clawed hands tangled in her hair, the other at the side of her face. He squinted at her and Marinette could feel her face burning under his intense scrutiny.

What?“ She demanded defensively.

“You’re very pretty.” He slurred.

To hide her embrassment Marinette laughed. “Oh really?”

He nodded sagely. “I always thought so.” He lifted a hand and trailed it down the side of her face, his body lowering to meet hers. “Ever since I first saw you.I thought you were beautiful.”

“You’re such a liar.” Marinette snorted, but her words had the wrong effect. Instead of him laughing and rolling away, he dipped his face down and brushed his nose against hers.

“Drunk men don’t lie.”

He was close. Too close. She could feel heat rolling off his body and smell the wine thick on his breath. She lifted her head to and suddenly she she could taste it. A tart flavour exploded in her mouth as he swept his tongue against hers. Marinette shoved embarrassment aside as she responded to him in a way she didn’t know she was capable of. She moved her hands to his shoulders as her head titled for better access. He was warm and steady, his torso touching hers as he supported himself above her. She was shaking, she could feel it, it felt so right so natural, but as he drew back for breath, all she could think of was Adrien and of how drunk Chat was and of how he was not really in control right now. She didn’t push him away, and so he moved in again, slower this time. He was barely a millimetre away from her lips when she found her voice.

“No.”

She felt his body freeze instantly and his eyes snapped open, full of an emotion she couldn’t name. In a fraction of a second, he’d pulled her up into a less vulnerable position and scrambled as far away from her as he could, his back pressed against the wall, muttering “Sorry, I’m so sorry,” His voice thick and sad, still marred by the alcohol.

“Chat?” She crawled forward and reached out to touch him but he flinched away immediately.

He mumbled a long string of words that didn’t make much sense but Marinette caught “no means no” and “taking advantage of you.”

“Chat?” She touched his shoulder causing him to glance up. His eyebrows were furrowed as though they were desperately trying to meet and his mouth was pulled down at the corners in an uncharacteristic frown.

“Sorry Marinette.” He said again, her name instead of his usual endearment sounding funny on his tongue. The wine slurred his words but it couldn’t hide the sincerity. “You don’t want- I get it… I’m not-” He pressed a hand to his forehead half in embarrassment and half due to the pounding headache that had already started. “’m very drunk. That’s no excuse… You didn’t want me to-”

“No, no, no. It’s not like that.” Marinette said, creeping closer. And suddenly it wasn’t about Adrien or her being Ladybug. It was just about them. “I just… You’re really drunk.”

Chat’s ears perked up. “It’s just because of…” He struggled to finish his sentence. “Wine?”

Marinette scratched the back of her head. “I guess?”

He placed his hand on her shoulders, a wide, silly grin suddenly painted lopsidedly on his face. “Will you kiss me when I’m sober?”

Marinette jerked back in surprise and he released her immediately. “What?”

“When I’m sober, can I kiss you again?”

“Uhm. Sure?”

The grin widened and he held out his little finger. “Pinky swear Princess!” He sung.

They locked fingers and he stood, staggering towards her bed. It wasn’t until he reached the hatch that she realized he was trying to leave. She raced over and pulled him down onto the bed and away from the hatch and the dangerous rooftops. “Where are you going?” She demanded.

“Uh…” He shrugged and rolled over, amazingly managing to roll over the top of the railing and landing on the hard floor. Marinette jumped down beside him, but he didn’t seem phased by falling. “To my house.” He managed before standing up and trying to climb the ladder again.

Marinette pulled him off the ladder and directed him to the chaise. “No way kitten-” At the nickname he flung his arms around her neck and nuzzled into her neck, giggling again. Marinette rolled her eyes and walked him over to her lounge, her eyes landing on her phone. “You have to stay here. I won’t have you stumbling around like an idiot, what would Ladybug think?”

He hummed in thought before stepping back and releasing her. “I gotta go.” His words slurred again as though he was weaving in and out of his drunken state. Marinette pushed him onto the couch, a soft breathy grunt escaping him before she pressed ‘record’ on her phone.

“You have to stay here.” She told him, leveling the phone with his face. He either didn’t notice or was too far gone to care.

“But Princesss,” He said, desperately trying to make his voice sound matter-of-fact but failing miserably. “I gotta go.“

“Like pee?” She asked. He nodded.

After the expedition to the bathroom, which involved much pushing and giggling and an instance where Chat asked if she wanted to ‘disrobe him,’ they were back in the bedroom, Chat still trying to leave and Marinette still recording.

“If you go I’ll kick your butt.” Marinette snapped. She had to snap because the only other option was to start laughing at him-and he did look silly, his misbehaving tail wrapped around his legs, preventing any kind of progress-but laughterwould only encourage him.

“But you forget Princess.” He smirked, once again trying to maintain his matter-of-fact tone so he would win the argument. “I’m a superhero.” He pointed at himself before raising his palm to her. “So,” here he glanced at his hand as if it belonged to someone else before using his other hand to put down all his fingers bar his index, leaving his hand in an “ah-ha” gesture. “I could kick your butt.” He grinned, seemingly satisfied with his declaration, still apparently oblivious to the phone in his face.

“But I’m a girl. And a Princess.” Marinette pointed out. “Would you still hit me then?”

Chat frowned and pouted. “I would never hit My Princess.” He said seriously, seeming to have a sober moment before slipping back into his drunken tirade. “But I can still kick your butt.” He smirked and crossed his arms.

“How?” Marinette challenged.

He smirked and reached for her, pulling her into his lap and running his clawed hands carefully up her sides, prodding at her tummy as he tickled her, pouting when she didn’t even squirm. “You’re not trickling… tickling… ticklish.” He corrected himself before finding the right word.

“Are you done yet? I want to sleep you know.” Chat threw his baton at the light switch, plunging the room into darkness again before burying his face in her hair.

“I am sleeping.” He promised, breathing against her hair.

“Sure you are.” She reached back and ruffled his hair before switching off her phone and trying to get up off the chaise so she too, could get some sleep, but Chat’s arms were unrelenting.

“Cuddle with me?” He whined softly.

“Ugh. Fine.“ She rolled onto her side, adjusting beside him until she was comfortable.“You’re such a cat.”

“Marinette.”

She grunted, giving him permission to speak.

“You promised to kiss me when I’m sober.” Marinette could hear the grin in his voice.

She didn’t open her eyes. “I did.”

“So… Good Morning kisses?” He asked hopefully.

Marinette snorted. “We’ll see kitten.”

memento-amare  asked:

(For the first sentence fic thing) "So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?"

“So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?”

“I wouldn’t call it lurking.. I would much rather say I was ‘observing’ and yes it’s on the top of my list of many, many charms.” Jason smirked as he walked closer to you. 

“Oh… And what were you observing?” You lifted an eyebrow, as you fought the urge to smile. 

“Oh not much, just observing the most beautiful red haired beauty I’ve seen accepting a certain dinner invitation from a certain Red Hood.” He leaned against the railing of the roof smiling. 

You rolled your eyes and broke into laughter. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“Another one of my many charms.”

Send me the first line of a fic and I’ll write the rest!

wendlaswound  asked:

Spring Awakening kids favorite musicals headcanons ❤️

-Melchior has no sense of style and dresses in whatever he thinks is comfortable which occasionally means wearing his Shakespeare PJ bottoms to school 

-Moritz has a great sense of style but is self-conscious and his dad doesn’t buy him anything ever so he tends to wear old baggy thrift store stuff

-Melchior styles Moritz’s hair every day at school because Moritz literally runs to school even though he gets there an hour early to get help on his homework from everyone

-Wendla and Ernst do the school musicals and are fucking masters

-Hanchen is way more into doing the plays

-Moritz does lights and he’s really good (if you don’t think lights are difficult you can fuck off.) Melchior does sound just so he and Moritz can hang out in the booth.

-Ilse heads scenic (picture Ilse with a drill and a rolled up flannel)

-Anna heads props

-Thea heads costumes

- Martha does fly rail so she only has to show up during tech week because she has a lot of dance stuff to do

-Georg and Otto help with scenic and props 

-Martha is a dancer

-Ilse and Wendla hide and make out during strike

-Moritz has touble sleeping so he always falls asleep on Melchi’s shoulder

-Moritz just tries to ignore all his syptoms because he ‘doesn’t need help’ and ‘if he’s been handling it for this long it’s really not that big a deal’

Ive got so many more that I’m not remembering right now but thank you so much!