so much grip

“dr. nikiforov are you even listening to me”

“did anybody ever tell you that you look really good in those scrubs?”

“yes. you did. like 25 times a day" 

(part of a yoi medical au that @chantedeer and i are working on in which yuuri is a pediatric nurse and victor is a pediatric surgeon!) (yes, yuuri is wearing poodle scrubs) (you’re welcome)

onsra | yoongi

Originally posted by mvssmedia

onsra:  n., the bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won’t last.

genre: angst, fluff, college/university!au.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 10.5k

description: you were young and foolish, he was not.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 20

(gif is mine)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OooOOOooOOOOOhhhhh~  

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hmltntrsh51  asked:

OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol

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Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.

“Newt…”

You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.


Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.

“I….fuck…”

Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.

“Scamander…”

Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.

“Ahh!”

You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”

“Shh.”

You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.


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Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂

Kylo Ren x Reader

“You don’t understand”

Note: Master Kylo Ren signmethefuckup

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His lightsaber moved towards you in a blinding stream of red sparks. Dodging his blow, you yelled, swinging back at him. He then chased you through the trees of the training area. His long legs carrying him close behind you. Hopping to the side, you interlocked lightsabers. Pushing forward, Kylo fell from your grip and then held the end of his lightsaber by your side. You sighed in defeat, and he twirled his lightsaber steadily in his hand.

“Again.”

“I don’t see why we have to keep-“

Again.

Groaning, you took your stance and then lunged at him. Fighting harder than the last, faster-quicker-better. Kylo, however, was better. He beat you again.

Leaning against on of the trees, you tried to catch your breath. The hilt of your lightsaber slick with sweat. Kylo grabbed you by the collar, pulling you away from the tree, and then he pulled your arm up, forcing you into your battle stance. The breeze whipped your hair in front of your eyes, and you brushed it away, clearing your throat.

“You won’t have time to catch your breath during a fight.” He muttered. You swallowed and ignited your lightsaber again.

“Why do you care so much?” You grunted, gripping the hilt of your weapon.

He didn’t answer, instead, the red sparks of his cross blade lightsaber flew up into the air once again, and instead of you, he surged forward. You tried to block him, but he hit the tree behind you.

“FIGHT!” He shouted over the sound of cackling sabers.

“I’m tired-Kylo please.” You cried out, swinging at him. He didn’t relinquish his efforts. Anger built in your stomach, and he felt it because he grinned. You then whipped yourself around, blocking his saber, and then twisting it out of his grip. Kicking him down, you pointed your weapon towards his chest.

With a single click, the hum of your saber died, and you fell onto the ground beside Kylo. After a few moments, Kylo then breathed out, his chest heaving.

“To answer your question…” Kylo sat up. “I care because I don’t want you to lose. I don’t want you to go into a fight unprepared. So, I’m going to push you. I’m going to push you until you break. So that I can glue you back together myself, stronger for when I’m not going to be there.”

Groaning, you grabbed your lightsaber, hooking it onto your belt, and then picking yourself up. Walking away from him with heavy feet… You were tired, your limbs shaking.

Kylo caught up to you, grabbing your arm once he was in reach.

“I thought you wanted me to help you?”

You looked down, afraid that you’d let the real reason you wanted him to train you to slip out into the crisp air. “No… yeah… I got it.”

“Wait-y/n-“

“What, Kylo?” He bit his bottom lip, sighing. But didn’t say anything. You scoffed and then continued your walk back to your room to clean up. Then, you felt him in your head. Kylo’s words flooded your whole body, and you winced. It always hurt at first, like a dull throb.

Quickly turning around, Kylo still stood where you had left him. Instead of going through your head, he yelled,

You don’t understand, do you?” Within a second, Kylo was only inches from you. “You don’t understand. You can’t see the real reason I agreed to train you, can you…” His words were much more a demand than a question… Hard, thick. You swallowed. Your stomach dropping with the slight ease of his thoughts in your head. Stammering away, you forced him out. He blinked and looked at the ground. “I’m not going to lose you, Y/N.”

“This is a trick.“ Grabbing you by your collar once again, he quickly yanked you against him, slamming his lips against yours. His voice ran through your head again, and you didn’t know if he actually spoke or not.

I want you… And if anyone’s being tricked, it’s me… Can’t you see… Y/N…

“Hmmm…” You let out a small moan. Shocked by your actions, you then pulled away, your face flushed with embarrassment. His fingers still gripped your collar. Holding you firmly against him, his muscles tense against your small frame.

“I agreed to train you… Because I can’t bear to lose you. I won’t lose you like I’ve lost others. I need you to be strong, and I need you to be prepared.”

Squinting up at him, you reached up and cupped his face. Nodding, you then pulled him down. His lips were soft, gentle. Eager, warm against yours. You found yourself wanting more and sensing your desire for him, Kylo wrapped his lengthy arms tightly around your waist. Lifting you up against him, kissing you with such passion that your whole body shivered, you felt the hot sun shining on your back, and with your eyes closed, you may have not understood much, but you did understand one thing: You didn’t want this moment to end.

commission for the wonderful caitlin with the prompt: cas enveloping dean with his wings! (๑ˊ ꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡

Sex with Vinny Mauro would Include

-Hair pulling kink

-More of the “Hard and Fast” type (You know what the say about drummers)

-But can be intimate

-Loves going down

-”Ah ,fuck,baby”

-Fingering king (Look at them hands)

-So much sIN

-Gripping your ass like his life depended on it

-Act’s like he hates it,but he secretly loves it when you give him hickeys

-Fan of public teasing

-Low moans in your ear 

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Literally the most requesting smut…Y’all are sin.

Bang me like those drums,Vinny

Dishwasher Safe - Four

A/N: as per previous post, writing style has changed slightly

“So are you just going to stand outside all night or are you actually going to come in?”

Y/N been waiting for him, almost playing what could be considered a cruel game with him. She’d had been right about her suspicions, and his apology earlier and the admission that he was intrigued had confirmed that. Spencer was hot for her, or at least for her body. And that worked for Y/N right now. The bedroom door had been left open on purpose and when she’d heard the little thump on the wall she was quite certain that all systems were go.

Caught red handed Spencer had no excuse,  no where to go. And he didn’t want to, they both knew that much. Y/N had changed when she’d gone to bed, wanting to feel sexy for Y her little solo - which she hoped wouldn’t be solo for long - play session. A black lace bralet covered her chest, her nipples hardened against the lace. Black French knickers, the centre of them soaked with her excitement. She loved the feeling of lace against her skin, the extra friction it provided could be magical. Y/N could see Spencer taking in her outfit, his eyes raking over her skin. He gulped loudly, retracting the hand from down his pants where it had stilled, the prominent bulge still there. He didn’t say anything though, he was too scared, too nervous, too fucking turned on.

“I’ll ask once more,” Y/N breathed. “Are you coming in or just going to stand outside all night?”

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated with lust but there was still no answer.

“Alright then. I’ll just leave the door open then, you can stand and watch.”

She started to walk away until a hand reached out and gripped around her wrist, stopping her. Even Spencer look suprised at his own actions, releasing his grip almost immediately. Y/N just grinned.

“So you can be forceful then, eh? I wonder what else you can be. Come on then…. ” she walked further into her room and waited for him to follow. “Close the door behind you please, Dr Reid.”

He did as Y/N asked and then stood by the door, still incredibly unsure of himself. She decided to take the lead, her voice soft and gentle.

“So I feel like we’ve been dancing around this since the dishwasher incident, right?”

He nodded, his cheeks flushed.

“Because if I read the change in your behaviour correctly, you started imagining things about me that you think you shouldn’t have. Am I wrong?”

He shook his head this time and she continued, walking closer to him again.

“Curiosity got the better of you so you went on a little treasure hunt to see what you could find. And you may have found more than you bargained for. Yes?”

He spoke this time, his voice shaking oh so slightly. “Yes.”

“But you’re intrigued. Which interests me greatly.” Y/N placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding ten to the dozen. “Earlier, when I pushed you to the bed and told you to sit. How did that make you feel?”

Reid gulped again, his mouth suddenly very dry.

“Answer me, Spencer.” Slightly less soft and gentle than before.

“I… I liked it.”

“Good. I like that you liked it,” she took him in, running her eyes over him from head to foot. He was nervous but she didn’t think he’d run away. Not now 

“I know that you have knowledge of how this sort of thing works, right?”

He nodded again.

“So choose a word Spencer.”

His mouth opened and then closed again and Y/N suddenly questioned whether he would go through with this or not. And then, “Lamp. My word is lamp.”

“Lamp. Okay. Mine is pigeon, just so you know.”

Y/N saw him mouth the word to himself and she smiled.

“Take off your clothes Spencer.”

He stood in frozen to the spot, as if he hadn’t heard. But she knew he had.

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Spencer.”

He heard it, the change in her voice. The command that been there earlier, the command he’d heard her use during interrogations and out in the field. And now she was using it for something else. And oh, how much it excited him.

“You stood outside my bedroom listening to me get myself off, and I’m stood here in front of you in my underwear. I feel it best we level the field here. So strip. Down to your boxers.”

She waited for a beat or two as he willed himself to move.

“Now Spencer. You’ve already done things you shouldn’t have done, like violate my privacy. Don’t give another reason to punish you.”

Punish him. Oh. Oh! Would he like that? This was all so new to him, something he’d never really considered. He quickly switched into gear, pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing his pajamas pants down leaving him standing in his boxers. Y/N’s eyes moved to his groin and he knew he was still straining against the fabric.

“Very nice. Now Spencer, I have some questions for you. When you found George in the dishwasher, did you think about me using him on myself? And answer honestly, I’ll know if you lie.”

Of course she would. Working where they did would give her an extreme advantage with this.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

He was confused, what else was she expecting? Y/N rolled her eyes. "When I ask you a question, you answer Yes Miss or No Miss. Understood.“

"Yes.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Yes Miss.”

“Good boy. Next question. Did you go back to your bedroom and touch yourself whilst thinking about it?”

“No… No Miss.” He hadn’t. Although he’d wanted to, so fucking badly, he hadn’t allowed himself that luxury. Y/N scrutinised his face.

“Did you want to?”

He nodded, “Yes Miss.”

“And when you were stood outside my room, listening. You were touching yourself then.”

Not a question as such because she’d caught him. But he answered none the less,“Yes Miss.”

Y/N smirked, a smirk that Spencer knew if he saw again he would forever associate with this side of her. “Take off your boxers and kneel on the floor in front of the bed.”

He balked only slightly before following her instructions. She moved to the bed and sat down in front of him, leaning over and reaching into her drawer, pulling out the purple toy that had started this whole situation. He felt slightly self conscious now that he was fully nude and she was still in her underwear. Not that the lace actually covered much. Although apparently this was to be rectified. He watched as she slipped her fingers into the waist band of her panties, lifting her butt off the bed and slid them down her legs, kicking them to one side. When she then slowly spread her legs wide, Spencer thought he was going to die.

“Can you see how wet I am, Spencer?”

He could. Her bedside lamp had been left on and was illuminating her body perfectly. He could see her folds, slick with excitement.

“Yes Miss.”

“Did you know that when I fucking myself earlier I was thinking about you?”

Oh God. Oh fuck. His dick twitched and he so badly wanted to touch it.

“That was a question Spencer. You need to answer,” she ran her hands over her thighs, her eyes watching his.

“No Miss. I didn’t know that.”

“You have very nice hands Dr Reid. And a very nice mouth. I think they could be put to excellent use.”

He didn’t know what to say, he almost couldn’t believe his ears.

“As much as I want to feel your hands on me, there’s something else I’d like to see instead.”

He waited, his eyes following her hands and they roamed over her thighs, inching closer and closer to her center.

“I want to see your hand wrapped around your cock. I want to see you touching yourself Spencer. And I always get what I want.”

He didn’t doubt it.

“Touch yourself Spencer. Take your dick into your hands and stroke yourself like you were doing outside my bedroom door.”

Spencer couldn’t refuse, his dick was so sensitive right now he nearly whimpered when he wrapped his hand around it and started to pump up and down. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Y/N pressed her fingers to her clit and began lazily rubbing herself.

“Are you enjoying that? Touching yourself whilst watching me?”

“Y-yes Miss,” he began to move his hand faster, the need for release becoming urgent. Y/N’s fingers dipped inside her opening and she let out of moan of her own. Retracting her hand, she held her fingers out in front of her, her slick coating them.

“Would you like to taste them?”

He suddenly wanted nothing more, nodding eagerly like a puppy being asked if he was ready for walkies.

“Too bad. Maybe if you hadn’t been a naughty boy earlier, creeping around my room, then you’d be allowed,” she moved her fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean as Spencer let out a loud grunt. He was nearly ready to come already.

“Stop.”

What now?

“Stop touching yourself Spencer.” Her voice was cold and demanding now and he reluctantly stopped, breathing heavily.

“Open your mouth.”

He did as he was instructed, a feeling of dread filling her as she reached for the dildo.

“I bet your lips would look so pretty wrapped around an actual cock. But for the now, this will do.”

She placed it to his mouth and he almost refused, knowing he could stop this at any time. But…. He was curious. He took the silicone toy into his mouth, trying to ignore the rubbery taste of it. Y/N held the base, pushing it in and pulling it out a few times.

“Get it nice and wet for me Spencer.”

Was this what it was like when girls gave blow jobs? The toy was filling his mouth, making it awkward for him to breathe. She finally pulled it out after a few moments and inspected it.

“That should do. You thought about me using this, yes?”

“Yes Miss.”

“So watch.”

Reid’s mouth gaped as she pushed it slowly and deliberately between her pussy lips, letting out a low groan as she did. Excitement surged through him and he could feel his dick leaking with pre come. God, he wanted to touch her so much. Y/N gripped the toy with one hand, her legs spread wide so that he could see everything, with her other hand she started to tease her clit. Spencer moved his hand back to his cock, needing desperately to touch himself.

“No. You don’t get to touch anything right now. Just watch.”

Ugh… He wanted to, he needed to. The sight of her fucking herself with that toy whilst pinching and teasing her clit was too much. But he kept still, trying not to surge forward and take over from her hand. Her groans grew louder and he could feel his cock pulsating with each moan that left her lips. Her eyes were kept locked on him the whole time.

“Are you…. Are you enjoying this Spencer?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, touch yourself again.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped himself rougher than he usually would, knowing that it would be all be over within a minute or two. Y/N’s movements on herself slowed down and he watched her pull the dildo nearly all of the way out before plunging it back in, a strangled cry leaving her throat. He was so closing to coming when she spoke again.

“Do you wish this was you?”

Oh fuck yes. “Yes Miss.”

“I thought so. Now stop.”

No. No no no. He didn’t want to and he didn’t. She froze in her movements and leant forward, pulling to toy out of herself.

“Stop what you are doing or else you’ll be instructed to lie on this bed whilst I strike you as punishment.”

Even though Spencer knew that if he didn’t want to happen it wouldn’t, he stopped.

“You can only come when I tell you that you can, understood.”

His head was pounding, blood surging through his veins.

“Understood?”

“Y-yes Miss.”

“Good, now open your mouth again.”

He did what he was told, his mouth watering when he saw the purple toy covered in her juices coming his way. She held it just centimetres away from his lips.

“Do you want this? Do you want to taste me?”

“Oh God yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes Miss, please Miss,"  three bags full Miss, he might as well have said.

She moved the toy closer and he breathed in the scent of her sex, his mouth opening wide to accept it.

"Suck it clean Spencer, and I’ll let you come whilst you’re doing it.”

Never before had Spencer wanted to suck something so badly. He wrapped his lips around the toy and used his tongue to lick it clean, her juices filling his mouth.

“Good boy. You can touch yourself now.”

She kept the toy in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing around it as he began to pump his own dick. One, two, and three thrusts later and he was a sticky mess, his fluid coating his hands.

Y/N pulled the toy from his mouth and tossed it to the bed, looking down at his hands with distain on her face.

“What a dirty, dirty man you are. Go and clean yourself up now. And then go back to your own room.”

Reid was mildly confused now, had he done badly? He scrambled around for his clothes, tugging his boxers back on and standing. He made it to her door when she called his name, her tone back to normal.

“You did well tonight Spence…. And when you find George in the dishwasher tomorrow, you really can’t complain this time.”

He guessed he really couldn’t.

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Forgotten

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Warnings: Cursing

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You couldn’t help to glare at the posters which were scattered all around the street you were currently driving on. If you wouldn’t have needed the coffee from the little cafe near the venue, you wouldn’t have to be reminded of him again. But since the coffee there was probably the best all around town and you desperately needed it to finish the assignment you were given, you had no other choice.

The posters didn’t even show his face because he wore that stupid ski mask, but you still knew that it was him and his stupid band that was playing a stupid concert in your stupid town. Twenty One Pilots. Or whatever they’re called.
This band was the reason you lost your longtime childhood friend, so you had every right to hate them.


As soon as you stepped a foot into the little cafe you were surprised to see that it was almost completely empty like it always was. You thought that a few fans would be there since the cafe was only a few minutes to walk from the venue away. But otherwise, down the street was a Starbuck’s so they probably went there. You didn’t mind, though, you were actually glad. You didn’t need any more confronts with the band and their fans.

You ordered your typical type of coffee, silently praying that you would be soon on your way home. It was dumb, you thought, how you were still so hurt and mad. But why shouldn’t you? You had every right to feel the way you do. It was all his fault and he probably didn’t even know.


As fast as possible you took your finished order and turned your way to the door. Bad mistake.

The only person in the whole wide world you didn’t want to see stood in front of you. Joshua Dun. How fair is this even? Couldn’t the chances for this to happen be so slim that it couldn’t happen? 

He changed a lot. That’s the first thing you noticed. Instead of his normally dark, curly brown hair, he had it dyed a bright yellow. However, he still had his gauges and nose ring. You noticed a big tattoo all around his right arm, and how he got fitter since the last time you saw him. But still, he wasn’t the Josh you used to know. Well, you thought to know.

But maybe, just maybe, he won’t recognize you. After all, the last time you two saw each other was mere years ago. You changed a lot since then, maybe so much that he won’t recognize you. If he didn’t already forget about you.


You would just walk head held up high trough that door and not bother to look back. Acting like you didn’t know him and that you didn’t care about him. And that’s exactly what you did.

Everything was going alright, he was busy chatting with his friends and you were just about to pass him. You could do this, you thought, you’ll forget about this and move on just like he did.

But of course, it would have been too easy.


„(Y/N)?“

You stopped walking, but after some seconds you just shook your head and continued your way out of the cafe. Like hell would you stop and talk to him.

„(Y/N)! Wait!“ Josh hurried after you, grabbing your arm which forced you to stop walking eventually. „What?!“ You spat.
He was taken back by your sudden outburst, his brown eyes wide open. Apparently, he didn’t expect this kind of reaction from you.

„What do you want, Josh? Catching up with me? Last time I checked you were too busy with your fucking band! Go screw yourself and leave me the fuck alone, I don’t need you or your attention. Just start to ignore me like you did before!“ You tried to walk away, proving your point, but Josh held tightly on your arm.

„Listen (Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened, okay? It wasn’t right from me to stop the contact, I didn’t mean to! Everything happened so fast and looking back to it now, I fucked up big time. I didn’t mean to hurt you!“

You scoffed, he wasn’t serious, was he? „ You didn’t mean to hurt me? I was always there for you! I supported you through your time at House of Heroes, held your back and was always there when you felt down! And as soon as you joined Tyler and the band started to get more recognition, you just forgot about me? How the hell wouldn’t that hurt me? You were like my best friend and you decided that you didn’t need me anymore! I waited and waited for you, I thought you were just too busy to catch up with me but you just forgot me! So please do me the favor and leave me the fuck alone, Dun. I just want to forget you, like you forgot me.“

Josh was taken completely back, so much that his grip on your arm loosened up, letting you go. Without looking back, you made your way towards the door and to your car. 

As fast as possible you drove onto the street which led to your apartment. Somehow it felt nice to get all the things from your chest but you couldn’t help to feel slightly bad for hurting Josh. You knew that your words were harsh. But it was the truth and he deserved to know how he made you feel like shit. He deserved to feel this type of pain, just like you felt.

Filming this season of The Flash has been like a dream, ever since I got to put on the Kid Flash costume for the first time. And now we’re getting down to filming the last few episodes. It makes me sad, knowing I won’t be in the costume every week. But I’m also pretty excited to get to bleach my hair again. It’s such a small thing, but I’ve been itching to do it for weeks now. And I just have a couple months until I’m able to. I can’t freaking wait. What little things are you looking forward to? I’m Keiynan, and the littlest things make me happy.

Yellow & Blue (Maya and Lucas one shots)

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The last person she expects to find standing by her locker the morning after her failed homework rebellion is him.

“What do you want?” She glowers at him as she opens her locker.

He looks so neat, with his blue t-shirt and grey hooded jacket and his stupid nice smile on his well rested face. In contrast, she’s had a sleepless night worrying about her unfinished homework, and her tired, late-shift working mother, and she’s thrown on the first set of clothes she found in her closet. Despite having showered, she feels scruffy and grimy next to him.

“Some help,” he says.

The amusement in his voice is at odds with the stupid nice smile still gracing his stupid cute face. It’s just an observation; she couldn’t care less about his stupid face. “And what do I get out of it, cowboy?”

A look of alarm passes over his face. “Why do you think I’m a cowboy?”

“You’re from Texas, what else does Texas have except for horses and cowboys?”

She knows she’s exaggerating, and probably being more than mildly offensive, but she doesn’t care. Besides, he seems amused rather than annoyed at her stereotypical view of his home state, so she doesn’t let it bother her.

“Maybe one day you can visit and see for yourself.”

Her head snaps up at that, and he looks stricken and red-faced when he realizes what he’s said.

“Uh— I mean— I mean—”

He reminds her so much of Riley’s goldfish Chelsea, with his mouth opening and shutting as he struggles to come up with an explanation or a response, that she has to smother a smirk.

“Save it, Heehaw. What did you want my help for?”

“Well, since I’m new here and don’t really know much about the school, or about New York, I was wondering maybe if you could show me around.”

He edges closer, the cockiness gone from his voice, replaced by a painful, earnest honesty. She wonders why the latter is more appealing than the former. Then she remembers she isn’t supposed to find anything about him appealing.

“Why are you asking me? Why not ask Riley? She’s the one who does stuff like this, helping people out, and being nice to them, and extending the hand of friendship, and all that crap.”

He laughs. “I’m sure she’d be happy to help. But I’m also sure you know a lot more about the school and about New York than she does.”

She narrows her eyes, studying him, trying to figure out what his motives are. She doesn’t know why he’s being so friendly with her, why he seems to want to hang out with her.

He looks at her hopefully, and he reminds her so much of Riley that her resolve to keep him at arm’s length crumbles. “What do I get out of it?”

“I could help you with homework?”

She stills as anger grips her. She knows she acts like she doesn’t care about school and homework, because it’s easier to pretend that than it is to let her classmates learn about her situation at home. But that doesn’t mean she wants people like him to rub it in her face.

“What makes you think I need help with homework?” she asks, her voice quietly dangerous.

He must have heard the ill-concealed threat in her tone because he definitely looks nervous as he hurries to explain. “I was at my locker round the corner, and I sort of overheard you and Mr. Matthews talking yesterday after we left history class.”

If he overheard her telling Mr. Matthews that she has no one at home to help her with homework, he must have also heard Mr. Matthews say how she goes too far, and gets Riley into trouble. He’s probably already made up his mind about her, convinced that she’s a troublemaker. The thought both angers and saddens her.

But more, it makes his sudden insistence on hanging out with her suspicious. He either thinks he can be a good influence on her like Riley, and save her. Or he’s tired of being such a good southern boy all the time, and wants to break a few rules by doing something that he thinks is exciting and dangerous in this new big city. And he’s figured that she, being the troublemaker she is, can help him.

And, she has to admit, the latter sounds a bit farfetched. There’s definitely more than meets the eye with him, but overall, he seems to be a rule follower, just like Riley. But she’s yet to figure out his motive.

She stuffs some books in her locker before turning around to face him. “You often go around and listen to people’s conversations, Goody-Two-Spurs? Didn’t your mamma tell you that’s not polite?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he defends himself, his cheeks and ears going a bit red. He looks embarrassed and irritated.

When she says nothing, just raises her brow in question, he shifts uncomfortably.

“Look,” he says, “You’ve been really nice to me ever since I got here. You came up to me and talked to me on the subway, and let me sit with you guys at lunch. I just want to say thanks.”

This is the first time ever that anyone’s accused her of being nice to them. It leaves her flustered. She doesn’t like being flustered.

Before he can so much as blink, she grips the neck of his t-shirt and yanks him closer, pulling his face down to her level. “Let’s get one thing straight, Cowboy. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not nice.”

“I don’t think I’d be talking to any of you if it wasn’t for you,” he says with utter sincerity, staring unblinking into her eyes.

Unknowingly, he’s done something no one’s ever been able to do before: he’s rendered her speechless. She lets go of his t-shirt without even realizing her actions.

“Besides, didn’t you say on the subway that we should hang out sometime?” His cheeky grin is back.

She stares at him, confused and frustrated at her inability to intimidate him. Most people back off when she gets in their face. But he just goes toe to toe with her and plays the game right back.

He stares back at her hopefully, eyes bright, that silly grin still plastered on his stupid face.

She inwardly sighs and reluctantly relents. “Alright. But I’m only doing this for Riley.”

When he frowns, puzzled, she rolls her eyes and explains. “Riley likes you and wants us to be friends with you. And you’re a Ranger Rick; you’ll get mugged if you wander around New York by yourself. And Riley won’t like that.”

He grins at her knowingly. “Nice to know you care.”

She glares at him. “And I don’t need your help with homework. I can handle it.”

“But—”

“Save it, Hop-Along.” She slams her locker shut and saunters off.

He stares after her, sure she’s the most frustrating, hard-headed, stubborn person he’s ever met.

She doesn’t bring up the subject of homework again for the next few weeks, neither in school nor during the couple of times they spend together while she shows him around Manhattan.

But then, the day after Mr. Matthews fails her in their assignment on evolution, she accosts him in the library.

“Hey Ranger Rick, remember how you offered to help me with my homework?”

“You want me to help you?” he asks eagerly.

“Even better,” she smirks. “You can do my homework for me.”

He sighs. “I’m not going to do your homework for you.”

“But you’re a huckleberry, you love doing homework and all this school stuff!”

“Maya, no one in their right mind loves homework. Except Farkle.”

“And Riley.”

He gestures with his hands, as if to say “there you go”.

She whines, pouts, threatens, and wheedles, but he sticks firm to his decision, though he’s entertained by the increasingly crazy reasons she keeps coming up for why he should do her homework for her.

Finally, she gives out a dramatic, long-suffering sigh. “Fine, Huckleberry, don’t get your lasso in a knot. You can help me with my homework.”

He rolls his eyes. As if he’s the one who’s been begging her to let him help, and she’s doing him a favour by letting him.

But he’s smiling as she pulls him down to sit with her at one of the tables in the library. He’s not sure why, but he knows he wants to spend more time with his beautiful, fascinating blonde friend. And he’s not complaining even if it’s something as mundane as schoolwork that allows him to do that.

Maya’s right, he really is a huckleberry.


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One Night Only [Chapter 7]

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Chapter 7 of One Night Only

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Adult Content & Language


You felt Jackson’s knees buckle. His fingertips dug into your sides.

“Mmm baby, you know I love it when you talk like that” he cooed.

“So be a good boy and do what I say” You put your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards.

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{PART 14} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst

Summary; Things between Jaebum and Jackson turn full circle, and Jaebum has nowhere left to run.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating - (violence in this chapter)

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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Glide (Mulligan x Reader) Part 4

Words: 1800+

Warnings: blood, pain, cussing

A/N: sorry i took so long! i just didn’t know where the story was going, since it was only supposed to be a one-shot, but here you go! enjoy!

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“No, I can’t heal myself.” You whispered, looking away from his glaring face. The man smacked his lips, shaking his head at you.

“Why are you lying!” He banged a cane he had on the concrete floor, making a hole. You jumped, moving your legs closer to your body.

What’s with this guy? And how did he find out that you had powers?

“I’m not lying! I swear, I can’t heal myself. I could heal other people, but just scratches or little cuts. Nothing else.” You said desperately, not wanting him to hit you again. He smiled, throwing the stick to the side. You were staring at Madison’s body, still slumped over in the corner. Thomas followed your gaze and smirked.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Just give him a few more minutes.”

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Fulmination

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Will’s stomach was in his throat and his sensible thoughts were buried deep beneath everything else as he clutched at The Wraith like his flaccid form could somehow save them both.

Falling is all heart-wrenching terror, air whipping past and clawing viciously, and too much time to think, but not enough to do. It’s shock and a heartbeat that seems to be frozen, breath being sucked out of lungs. Legs kicking and twitching and wheeling.

Lumine had a brief moment of realization that the boy he was clutching at might have already been dead and it wouldn’t have mattered if he was still alive, anyway, because they were both going to be a large splat on the pavement in a matter of seconds. He was desperately clenching his eyes shut, his mind dredging up hopeless wishes that he could just float, be as light as light itself. So, that’s what he clung to, what his frenzied mind stuck all of its will and strength into instead of the ground rushing up to meet them at dizzying, impossible speeds.

Images of rays bending and swirling and rushing around them, soaking into their skin until they were nothing but blinding, radiate, weightless light.

Will’s whole world jerked, a force knocking him so hard in the ribs that he gasped and almost lost his grip on The Wraith, his eyes flying open and nearly popping out as he tried to suck oxygen back into his caving lungs. It was only when he finally had his breathing under control that his eyes focused and he realized what was happening, what he was seeing.

There, barely five feet below them, was the pavement, and they were hovering above it. Weightless. In that tiny moment of utter disbelief, Will immediately lost whatever concentration he’d been clinging to in the back of his mind, and his stomach took another leap for his throat, coming out in the form of a strangled yelp as they plummeted the remaining distance.

They landed in a mass if limbs and torsos and knocked foreheads and pain. Will rolled off of The Wraith, groaning and trying to decide which part of him hurt the most.

He then remembered that he still wasn’t entirely sure if The Wraith was even still alive, so he forgot about his own injuries and heaved until he was in a sitting position. The Wraith was utterly motionless: jaw slack, hair splayed out around him, one arm bent at an unnatural angle. Will scooted forward and pressed his fingers to The Wraith’s neck, searching for a pulse. His own heart was hammering in his chest and, for a moment, he couldn’t find anything and it skipped a beat.

He moved his fingers an inch to the left and immediately slumped with relief when he found it: The Wraith’s blood thrumming under his fingers, a steady assurance that he was still breathing.

“This might hurt a little, Wraith…” he muttered, setting his hands on his arm. He was already shaking with exertion. “You’re lucky you’re unconscious.”

He reached out with his mind, humming quietly, feeling every break and crack in the bones of his arm and then imagining them righting themselves; drawing them back together, reconstructing and sealing torn muscle and tissue around it. It wasn’t the most serious injury Will had ever healed, but with the amount of energy he’d already used and the lingering effect of The Wraith’s shadows sucking at him, it certainly felt like it.

Will barely managed to pick him up, stumble into the Base, and drape him over the table before he collapsed into a chair next to it.

He’d only laid his head in his arms for a total of five seconds before someone burst in through the door, gasping for breath. “Will, what happened?”

Will pulled his head up, giving Jason a look of utter disbelief, “Your presence would have been really helpful about ten seconds ago when I was falling off a building.”

But Jason wasn’t looking at him. Instead, his gaze was locked on what was laid out on the table behind him. (Or, rather, who.)

“Will,” he said, warily, like if he rushed his words too much The Wraith might have jerked into consciousness and lashed out at him.

Will reached back slowly, put a hand on top of The Wraith’s chest protectively (it was rising and falling shallowly, his breaths were warbled rasps of air). “Jason. Hear me out, alright? I don’t think… I don’t think that he’s dangerous.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open and then closed slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut shook his head like he was trying to shake off Will’s statement. It made his glasses fall down his nose and the way he pushed them back up spoke more of his exasperation than anything else. “Not dangerous?” he repeated, “Will, you know that’s The Wraith, right? The same guy who’s been trying to kill us for years, the son of Hades?”

“Look, Jason, I know how it sounds, alright? I just… I need you to trust me on this one. And I need you to be here when he wakes up… Just in case things don’t go the way I want them to.” Will looked at him with a pleading expression, his mouth bent into a worried frown.

Jason deflated slowly, “Fine. But we’re not letting him take a step out of this room. This is the Base, Solace.” He sounded like he was seriously regretting every single word, even as he said it.

Will brightened immediately, looking so relieved that it almost made it worth it anyway. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jason nodded, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it. He lifted his hand up, speaking into the mic built into his watch, “Everything’s good, guys. The Wraith has been deterred.” He looked up and walked over to plop down in a seat next to Will. And then he glanced at The Wraith and pushed backward, his chair screeching against the tile.

Will laughed softly at him and turned his focus back to The Wraith. He looked peaceful, his head lolling to the side and hair falling across one eye. A cat was curled up beneath his left eye beneath the graceful crescent of his eyelashes, its flank rising and falling softly as it slept. The corner of Will’s mouth twitched upwards at the sight.

“What makes you think that we can trust him?” Jason asked quietly, studying his expression.

Will considered how to answer that question. It was not just one thing in particular, but an accumulation of events that had slowly solidified into this feeling in his gut. Will told him as much. Jason was still frowning, so he took a deep breath and started talking.

He started with the time he had spent in The Wraith’s base, told Jason about how human he looked when his eyes were not pitch black. He explained to him the raw desperation in his voice, the longing when he spoke of the outside world, his apparent fear of his father. He was just moving on to their recent encounters and how The Wraith never seemed to fight anymore–not how he could, anyway–and that was when The Wraith jerked upward, gasping like fish that had been dragged out of water, and reached, floundered for Will–catching at his shirt–like he was fighting not to fall from the edge of a drop-off.

Will turned to him, his heart thrashing and his mind wheeling at the suddenness of it all, and The Wraith’s fingers scrambled upward wildly until he was clutching his face in his hands, his fingers digging into his flesh. His eyes were half-crazed, frightened beyond all belief, but a deep, deep brown that somehow kept Will from panicking completely.

The Wraith’s mouth was stuttering soundlessly, so much that Will almost thought he was trying to scream, but then he just choked, “Lumine,” and it was so much worse.

“Wraith,” Will said, his hands fluttering upward to grip his his wrists, “Wraith, calm down. It’s okay, you’re alright.” His voice is shaky and frantic.

The Wraith was shaking his head, his breaths trembling and tattoos flooding across his cheeks, ugly and hopeless. Will saw the word ‘no’ several times. “Don’t call me that,” he choked. “Don’t call me that. I’m not… I’m not…”

“What should I call you, then?” Will asked, trying to make his voice soothing despite the erratic beats of his heart. He brushed his fingers up and down The Wraith’s forearms without really thinking about it at all.

There were tears dripping down his cheeks now, but his breathing was starting to even out and the tension was leeching out of his limbs. He was not so much gripping Will’s face now as he was holding it. “Nico,” he whispered, like a relief. “My name is Nico. Nico di Angelo.”

Will nodded, staring at him. “Nico,” he whispered, and watched the name be written over and over again. Slowly, it overtook his face like someone was writing lines in detention. On his left temple, Wraith appeared in an ugly scrawl and then quickly got crossed out, scribbled over recklessly.

“My name is Will,” he told him quietly, because it only seemed right. “Will Solace…”

Nico nodded, a tiny smile pulling at his lips, “Will.” It appeared too, written in precise cursive across the bridge of his nose.

Will grinned, “Yeah.” His voice sounded reverent, almost. Awed.

Everything slowly dripped away, all of the ink falling from his face like raindrops running down a window, and then it was just 'Solace’ written on the edge of his jaw. Vines were curling around it, flowers blooming randomly over the edges of the letters.

There was no air left in Will’s lungs. He wanted to take back every single time he ever tore this boy down, wanted to go back and offer him a way out. Wanted to have rescued him instead of ripping him apart time and time again.

“I’m so, so sorry…” he uttered.

Nico laughed quietly. “Me too, Will.”


A/N: If you’re going back to read previous parts, the links (to other, previous, parts) at the top of the posts won’t work, but the ones at the bottom will.

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anonymous asked:

for white day, can todoroki, deku, and tokoyami give back some sweets to their s/o? thanks in advance!

((gotta get this done before the day’s over!!))

Man,” Todoroki thought to himself before knocking on your door, “I really hope they like this kind.” He worried the little ribbon wrapped around the box between his forefinger and thumb. Despite the fact that he was just returning a gesture, and there was no threat of rejection, he still felt nervous when he gave your door a tap.
“Hey, what’s u— what’s this about?” You raised an eyebrow at the box presented before you, taking in the light blush on Todoroki’s cheeks.
“It’s White Day, so here” Todoroki mumbled, eye contact faltering. “I hope they taste alright, I couldn’t remember if you liked these.”
You gingerly took it and untied the ribbon, eyes lighting up at the contents. “These are my favorites! Thank you!” Todoroki wouldn’t admit that you throwing your arms around him made his heart skip a beat. “But wait, these are expensive, are you sure?” Oh, you noticed that.
“Absolutely. ’t’s only fair, since your gift to me was so nice.”
You scanned his face for a hint of a joke. “Uh, not really? I mean, it was admittedly standard Valentine’s chocolate.
Todoroki knew he couldn’t look you in the eyes when he delivered this, so he fixated on a water stain on your ceiling. “Well, you kissed me too, so…”
“Oh, God!” You lightly pushed his shoulder, grin stuck on your face, “You fucking sap!”

Izuku, what’s this about?” You studied the little bag, then your boyfriends face. He was bright red, but looking you in the eyes.
“In return for,” he coughed, “for Valentines Day. It’s March 14, so happy White Day, [Name].”
You’d totally forgotten about White Day! “Oh! Thank you so much! You really didn’t have to do this, dear.”
If possible, he blushed even harder at the pet name. “O-of course I did! We’re dating after all, an-and you got me such a nice gift in the first place…”
“Ah, if that’s how it is, I’ll get something extra nice for you next year!” You elbowed Izuku in the arm, laughing at your own half-joke.
“N-Next year?!” Oh dear. He wasn’t planning on a next year, was he? “…You don’t have to get me anything nice. I’ll just go all out next year!”
You sighed with relief, leaning into an unexpected (for him) hug. “Izuku, you fool, I will not be outdone! You won’t be able to top what I do next year!”
“If I could get into this school in the first place, I can handle your Valentines gift with ease!”
The joking air between you two had always been something you liked the most about him. “Oh, fat chance babe.”
Izuku laughed, and then you heard, really quietly, “I love you so much.”
You tightened your grip on him, face buried in his neck. “I love you too.”

Tokoyami had a plan. He was going to approach you (while alone), express his sincere gratitude for the gift you had given him the month before, and give you the chocolate in return. Sounds simple enough, he’d thought. He can do that.
You were fresh out of the shower when he found you. You were all dressed and decent, but you still had a towel around your neck and you smelled like soap. Something about that made Tokoyami nervous.
Well, you’d already seen him, so there was no going back. Setting a brisk pace, Tokoyami walked over to you, opened his mouth… and absolutely froze on the spot.
“Uh, Toko?” You waved a hand in front of his face. “You in there? What’s wrong?”
It’s not like he had trouble talking to you normally! Why now?!
Fortunately, the shadow residing inside his body was much better at talking than him. “Hey [Name].” It waved at you.
“Dark Shadow. So, uh, what’s the deal with Tokoyami? Is he okay?”
It waved your concern away as Tokoyami could just stand and watch. “Oh, he’s fine. Do you have the date, by the way?”
You fumbled with your phone for a second, looking for the calendar. “Uh, yeah, March 14.”
“How convenient! Here, these are from him!” A shadowy hand reached into Tokoyami’s pocket, pulling the chocolate out and placing it in your hands. “See you later!” Dark Shadow spun him around, pushing him off towards his dorm.
“Uh, okay. Bye, Tokoyami! Dark Shadow!” He couldn’t even look at you, his significant other of two months, he was so embarrassed.
When they got back to the dorm, Tokoyami said “Thank you” at the same time Dark Shadow said
“What the hell was that, man?!”

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-faints-

The Vampire Diaries Preferences: First kiss

Damon:
        Your pulse was off the charts, and you were so frightened that every time you tried to speak, it came out as a mere squeak of air. The Vampire slowly marching toward you was hungry, and you were his pit stop. But as he got closer you seemed to gather some more strength, and you screeched for help at the top of your lungs, hoping that someone would hear- preferably one of your other blood-sucking friends.
        

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sexyshoelessgodofwar  asked:

Flowey

Flowey!!

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life (It really depends, because I’ve read finaglc and I’m still salty. But I’ve also seen cute Flowey-pot stuff so… it really depends on that)
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (He’s a flower- I don’t think there’s much else to say)
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (Only because he seems quite calculative and cunning- but I’m mostly going off of fic stuff again. And I’m also separating him from Asriel)
best quality: To be honest, I’m struggling with this one. I haven’t read enough fics where he’s nice… h-he has nice petals…?
worst quality: The fact that he doesn’t have a soul? I mean, that’s not really a quality but tied in with the fact that he’s kinda childish, it makes him pretty dangerous.
ship them with: Erm… erm… a flower-pot. Flowey X flower-pot is the only way to go.
brotp them with: Oh! Uhh, Frisk or Chara. Both are good. Maybe even Papyrus? If he promises to be nice to him because Papyrus is under my protection.
needs to stay away from: Me, after I finished reading finaglc I felt like getting some weed cutters and finding myself a flower. Otherwise, stay away from Papyrus unless he agrees to be nice.
misc. thoughts: I don’t tend to put a lot of thought into Flowey or the other members of the Dreemurr family, but I think Flowey is a really interesting character! Like, you can’t actually blame him for what he’s done, because it’s sweet Asriel without a soul…