well his hands but still

2

‘Don’t,’ said Laurent, ‘toy with me. I—have not the means to—defend against this.’

‘I don’t toy with you.’

;3; my sons. More fan art to come i can’t help it

the lover

hi pals, this is part two to the fighter. i hope you all like it!! thank you for all the love you’ve given the fighter

warning: smut

masterlist

questions, comments, concerns

Harry groggily starts to blink awake at the sound of his alarm. He quickly reaches over and taps his phone to quiet it, your quiet moan vibrating across his skin.

He smiles at the sensation, but he really has to go to work and you’re currently laying on top of him. You usually got into bed after him and since Harry typically fell asleep on his stomach, you would crawl on top of his back, kissing his shoulders as you settle on your stomach and wrapping your arms around his abdomen.

You were most affectionate when you were sleepy, always wanting a kiss, whining when Harry stopped playing with your hair, asking him to hold you. Harry thought it was adorable (he hadn’t taken you for someone who’d want a cuddle in bed) but it became sort of an inconvenience when he had to wake up before you.

“Hey,” He whispers now, “I’m gonna slide you off my back now, alright?”

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Forgive and Forget (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Can I request a Jimin smut when you are married and he forget about your anniversary , then he make up to you, and wins with a very romantic smut. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

As you sat on the floor of your bedroom arranging the bookshelf, your husband comes up from behind you to give you a kiss ontop of your head.

“What are you doing?”

You switched out two of the books before stopping and turning around. He was dressed up.

“It looked messy so I was trying to fix it. Are you going somewhere?”

Jimin nods, fixing his outfit. 

“We have a company dinner tonight.”

You tilt your head. Come to think of it he hadn’t said, “Happy Anniversary” all day. You just assumed he knew because he kept saying today was important and special.

“Is that all?” You asked.

“Yeah but don’t worry I’ll come home earlier and you can have me all to yourself.”

You turned back around, facing your back to him.

“No, It’s fine. You can stay out…like you said today is special.”

“What? You mean it? Thanks babe.” He gives you another quick kiss on the cheek and disappears out of the room. You let out a sigh and fall back on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. You were newly married, how could he forget today? 

——————

Jimin arrived on time to his dinner, greeting the other members. Taehyung smiled.

“Can you believe how crazy stuff has been? All these awards and stuff…It’s amazing.”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, our fans really are something.”

Namjoon comes over to the two of them with a smiling face. As the leader he couldn’t have been more proud to see and hear about the success they built on their own. Coming from a small company it wasn’t easy but together they managed.

“The CEO should be here soon.” He told the other two.

“Maybe he’ll pay for all of us tonight. He did say that we made it once we had our own solo songs.” Jimin joked.

Namjoon laughed. “Yeah maybe, I’m surprised you’re here to be honest. How did you manage to get out?”

Jimin tilted his head. “Get out of what?”

Namjoon sighed. “You forgot your own anniversary? Even I remembered and I don’t think that’s my job.”

His eyes widened and he set the drink down on the table.

“Oh damn it…I think I need to leave-”

Just as Jimin stood up from the table their boss walked in and he froze. Now knowing that he messed up there wasn’t a way out of it. He just sat back down, hoping to make it up to you later on. It was a guilty 2 hours but he rushed home as soon as he could, bursting through the door. He walked into the bedroom to find you passed out asleep, all on your own. He got down next to the bed.

“Shit…I’m so sorry..” He whispered.

His voice started to wake you up and you shifted in your sleep. When you slowly opened your eyes you saw him in front of you.

“You’re home..” You mumbled.

He nodded, stroking your hair.

“Yeah, babe. I’m home…I’m so sorry about earlier. I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I forgot. It’s just that things have been so busy lately and I lost track of the days.”

You lifted yourself up to sit up in the bed, as much as you wanted to stay mad at him he was right. They weren’t used to such packed schedules and he was doing the best he could at the moment. 

“It’s okay. Wait here, okay?”

Jimin nodded, letting you run off to the bathroom. He comfortably sat down on the bed as he waited for you to come back out. He wondered if you were secretly mad at him but he hoped the present he picked up would make up for it. Just as he was about to pull it out of his pocket you opened the door again. His eyes widened in surprise. There you were standing in the doorway only wearing the new lingerie that you had picked out for that night. He was speechless, guiding his eyes throughout every inch of you.

“What-”

You turned red. “I-is it too much? I can change? I was just excited to show you….this isn’t your present but I wanted to see your reaction.”

“Can you come over here?”

You obeyed, walking next to the bed. 

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The One With the Baby Fever

Another one shot coming ‘atcha!! also, side note, I am like so in tune with Brie and Daniel’s baby stuff. Like I watch the youtube videos and stuff, and I’m just so excited for them. and I don’t even know them??

this was roughly 16 pages in my notebook? so  i’m pretty sure this is the longest thing I’ve ever wrote. and I wrote in a bit of Dean’s pov so be aware of that *finger guns*

Dean Ambrose x Reader

While meeting Brie Bella’s new baby, Dean starts to feel some type of way.

There is now a part two!!! this is going to be a mini series.

Originally posted by stellarollins

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I’ll never forget

(A/N): I have been dying to write this one too

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Warnings: maybe angst? Swearing, the usual :)

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @tom-hollands, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by natpekis

   You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission. 

   You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him. 

   “You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm. 

   “Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work. 

   “You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,” 

   “Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,” 

   “I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,” 

   “If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,” 

   “Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating. 

   “You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought. 

   “I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm. 

   “You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again. 

   “Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,” 

   “I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,” 

   “I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection. 

   “I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,” 

   “Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat. 

  “Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,” 

  “I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,” 

   Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again. 

   "They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.

    "I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak. 

    “They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?" 

    "Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion. 

    “It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt," 

    "I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent. 

    “Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently. 

    “You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more. “Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again. 

   You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.


    You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.

    “(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor. 

    “Yeah Buck?" 

    "You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.

    “How did you-”

    “That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly. “I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t," 

    "You want to get out of here?”

    “If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.

    “Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?" 


    "You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet. 

    “I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

    “Bucky?" 

    "Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast. 

    “Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest. 

    “We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall. 

    “Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.

    You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close. 

   "Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers. 

   ”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before. 

   "Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here," 

   "No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind," 

    "Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base. 

    “It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it," 

    "Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you. 

    “Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before. 

    “Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad," 

    "I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face. “We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside. “We’re safe," 

 ~2 years later~

    "Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.

    It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again. 

    “Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!" 

    "I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly. “Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.

    Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips. 

    “I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.

    “I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck. 

    “I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.

    Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat. 

    “What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop. 

    “I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”

A Precursor to Trust

Sanada Nobuyuki/MC Fic
Rated Teen for suggestive themes, mild food play and general yandere-ness.
A oneshot of a character study of the latent yandere that is Sanada Nobuyuki.

I love Nobuyuki’s  first ES. The drinking bit was problematic, to say the least but for me, it was mitigated because the way his MC is written. I love her, she impresses me and therefore, you can say that this little fic here is mostly focusing on her and the dynamics between her and the manipulative lord she ended up marrying. I’m mixing up some elements from Shigezane/Nobuyuki’s ES. This will be dialogue heavy. Oh, and Nobuyuki is an unrepentant manipulative bastard here, hahaha. 

tagging @kitty-kat-ty , @otomehideout-indecentconfessions , @dreamfar628, @hajeema , @mrszala , @ihavetoomuchinterests , @lomololita , enjoy darlings! 



“I remember… it was just like this… that night,” she mumbled, pressing her face to his chest. “But I remember nothing else.”

Of course, she would not.

Their kiss then had started tentatively, with him taking advantage of catching a drop of amazake spilling out the corner of her mouth. Their kiss then was sweet with alcohol instead of fresh fruit.

Their kiss then had ended chastely with her falling asleep.

But he had made it appear like so much more. He had made it into a leverage to blackmail her into becoming his bride. He had claimed to have planted his seed in her. Then he had claimed her hand and her mother’s blessing.

“I took advantage of you.” I truly did.

“We’re drunk…” she mumbled into his chest.

“Yes, we were.” No, you were. I made you.

“Maybe, I took advantage of you…”

He chuckled. Because she had not.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” she looked at him, her eyes began to glaze with tears. “That’s what they’ve been saying.”

No.

His smile vanished. “Who told you that?”

She buried her face on his chest, refusing to say.

He enveloped her in his arms, and gently rocked her, soothing her.

“You shouldn’t listen to the servant’s idle chatter.” He would find these gossip-mongers and have them flogged and exiled.

“But.. But, Milord. Don’t you see? I could very well have done that. I could not remember a thing!” she sobbed. “A-and of course they would think of me so…I am a commoner weaseling my way to your bed and here I am named as your would-be wife like it was nothing! You don’t even know if I have your child inside of me.”

No. He did know. She could not have had his child inside her belly. Because he had never planted his seed in her.

Yet.

He planned to remedy that. And soon.



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I started listening to Welcome to Night Vale recently and I think I fell in love, thanks again for showing me this shit @silversatori! xD

I got curious if there was any fanart of him and checked out the tumblr tags (in hindsight maybe not the best idea, I might have spoilered myself a little lol) but I wanted to draw Cecil as well at least once and since for all I know he has little to no taste in fashion (like me) I crammed up some imo shitty looking clothes and threw them together in this doodle
And yes, that is a friggin Jat (jeans+hat)

My overall design for him as it is now isn’t really mine though, I just kind of threw together all kinds of designs I saw and liked and crammed it all up into this out of both lazyness and tiredness :’D

I know I’m hanging behind on things, but I hope that you’ll (after a too long period of not posting any art lmao) like it~

Random headcanon

All of Joker’s clothes are custom made and Harley is in charge of getting his measurements after he ended up murdering the last few people who tried it because he was offended that they “thought they were allowed to touch me”

Imagine #4 Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier

Imagine… Being an old acquaintance of Erik’s and meeting him at Xavier’s school, where him and Charles both show an interest in you.

Not my gif

Words: 1495

Warnings: fem!reader, typos

Part 2  Part 3

“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously. “Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you asked and smiled.

“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to pick up a pear she had dropped.

“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.

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Batter & Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Requested: Yep!

Words: 3485

Warnings: A bit angst, some swearing, and I don’t know if I should include this here, but there is a special appearance!

Request: @smiles-and-skittles:  Hey! So I just found your blog and I was wondering if I could request a Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is the new girl and he shows her around school and ends up asking her out to Monet’s or something?

So sorry for the long long wait but here it is!

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Liberty High, Admissions office

“So here’s your schedule and locker combination.” The lady said, handing Alison, her schedule.

“Thanks. Are there cheerleading tryouts this week?” Alison asked

“I don’t know dear. You can ask Sheri Holland, she’s the head cheerleader” She smiled

“Okay thanks” Alison smiled back, and She turned her head to the opening door, revealing a cute tall guy with his ear pierced

“And here’s your peer mentor, Jeff Atkins” She pointed to the guy

“You know I’m only doing this because you promised extra credit right?” He said to the lady

“Yes. It will be added to your record” The lady said, rolling her eyes at the him

Then he turned his head to Alison, and Jeff Atkins was speechless. He tried forming words in his mouth but it’s like his mind just wanted to stare at the beauty in front of him. He knows that he hasn’t even spoken two words to her, but he found himself getting lost in her eyes that were pulling him in and he swears that he somehow saw himself falling in love with this girl and he doesn’t even know her name.

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Alrighty Darlings, Here it is Mating Season

Originally posted by thedailyquibbler

Originally posted by sweetly87

WARNINGS: NSFW AND SMUT

Newt and Fem Reader

You were at a night club with Queenie, Jacob and Newt called the Hawks Nest. Queenie had suggested that you all go out and celebrate the release of Newts new book. 

The two of you had been travelling together for months now and had grown quite close. To your embarrassment and hilarity you had even witnessed some amusing mating rituals performed by Newt and the animals in response. It always left you laughing and curious about how he’d be. You had known him to gaze at you a little too long once in a while or hold you in a hug slightly longer than usual.

One day Queenie picked up on this and suggested you all go out. She ordered a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and a pitcher of Butterbeer to mark the occasion. 

Somehow Jacob got to telling the hilarious tales of watching Newt do a mating dance for an Arumpant and how it had saved his life. To which Queenie had responded with 

“Well than Mr.Scamander should have an equal effect on women then huh honey?” she winked looking at you. You blushed furiously and excused yourself. Newt noticing this got up and followed you sensing your distress.

“Don’t let Queenie get to you (y/n) she means well.”

You sighed. “I know, I just wished she’d stay out of my head.” you ran a hand through your hair pacing.

Newt raised an eyebrow at you. “ And what exactly was going on in your head (y/n)?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Nothing.” you said brushing off the topic and trying to head back to the table. But Newt gently grabbed your arm.

“(Y/n) you can tell me, we’ve been together for over 11 months now.” he pulled you off to a side room to give you some privacy.

“It’s just…ugh how do i even begin to explain this?” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Queenie please get out of my head.” Newt whispered.

She peaked her head around the corner. “Sorry to interrupt but Jacob and I are going to have some…..alone time so we’re heading out. The bills been paid for but you’ll have to sleep in the case tonight I’m afraid hun.” She winked at you. 

“Don’t wait up and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she winked and giggled with Jacob as they waved.

“What did she mean by don’t do anything i wouldn’t do?” Newt said blushing.

You took another shot of Firewhiskey. You examined the other men in the bar but none held a flame to the Zoologist. Newt leaned his back against the wall taking a shot and propping his one leg out. He looked irresistible. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“Nothing, you know what happens when Queenie and Jacob get together.” you mused downing another shot.

:”They have nothing but mating on their minds” he laughed taking another shot. Then something clicked in his mind and he started to choke on his drink.

He was laughing as you handed him a hanker-chief. 

“Yes it seems they’re an ideal match.” you laughed.

“Everyone’s a match for someone, all you have to do is find the right mate and impress them.” he said looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“And tell me Mr. Scamander how would you initiate a mating ritual?” you turned to him and asked seductively wandering about the back of the bar.

“Well” he cleared his throat, his face went beat red and he tried to address you in his most professional voice.

“For starters I would examine what you like best in a suitor, and from what I know from examining you here is that you like them to be tall, well mannered, kind and relaxed. So I would approach you like this.”

He threw his jacket off followed by his vest. He undid his bow tie and threw it on the pile as well. Shrugging out of his suspenders he loosened a few buttons on his shirt so it hung open, revealing a few scars. He rolled up his sleeves and ever so slightly brushed a small bit of hair from his eyes. You bit your bottom lip. He was in his element now.

You took a sip of your Firewhiskey eyeing him but trying not to look more intrigued than you felt. “Go on then, impress me Scamander.:” 

He locked eyes with you, grinning at the challenge.

“And I also know that scars both intrigue and arouse you. You also like seeing peoples little quirks. Here he folded his arms and had begun pacing, studying you. 

“For example you always bite your bottom lip whenever you see me roll up my sleeves or whenever I get focused and do little things like stick my wand in my mouth when i’m juggling with animals or potion vials” He walked towards you He brushed your cheek with his thumb.  “How’d you-” but he cut you off.

“i keep telling you love, we’ve been together 11 months.i know you by now” He easily towered over you and your breath caught in your throat as he placed a hand above the wall behind you. You’d been travelling together for 11 months, but up until now your relationship had always been platonic, because you didn’t dare ask him in case he didn’t feel the same.  

“I also know you love the scent of cedar and freshly fallen rain which is why I went out and fed Frank and the Bowtruckles before I came in here.”  He smiled amused. Still studying you.

“And what would your ideal mate be Mr.Scamander.” He put a finger up to your lips to silence you.

“Newt” you said correcting yourself.

He smiled hearing his name from your lips. “Well she would have to have lovely (h/l) (h/c) hair and entrancing (e/c) eyes. And a beautiful smile. She must have a deep love for animals and….”

He turned around and handed you a shot of firewhiskey “A knack for surprises and adventure.” He downed his fast. You took it and eagerly drank it your head rushing with his sudden seductive nature.

“There’s something else I’ve noticed about you too (y/n) you have a very sensitive spot just here on the back of your neck.” He smiled whispering into the spot, his breath tingling your neck as he moved your hair aside and placed a gentle kiss on it. You turned away trying to hide the massive blush spreading.

“And you also have one here on the small of your back, and he gently ran a hand down the back of your dress the slip dipping low enough that his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. 

As if by reaction you leaned back into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close gently placing kisses from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone to your shoulder, then to that delicious spot on the back of your neck. You gave a small moan and Newt knew he was winning you over.

But he wasn’t finished with you just yet. And you weren’t finished with him either.Months had been building up to this. Months of sexual tension and feelings and stolen glimpses. He turned you back to face him and he ran both hands up to rest on your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked you in the eyes, his green eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

”And I would follow with telling her just how much she truly means to me. That she makes me a better person. That before I met her I was in my own shell, observing the world but never getting to know it. And now from sunrise to sunset all I can think of is her warm smile and her kind heart and her laugh. All I can think of is what I can do to get her to speak to me to get her to look at me, to spark her interest and see her eyes light up with just a hint of mischief and longing. To see that she desires me as much as I do her. And then I would kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.”

He pulled you into a side closet and pushed you back shutting the door behind him. He hovered over you just for a moment. His sheer height towering over you and you could feel his breath. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him kissing you passionately. Slow at first but then the need to explore overcame both of you. You also wanted to tease him and ran your tongue along his bottom lip to which he eagerly opened his mouth and the two of you began exploring. You gently began biting his bottom lip, eager for more. He slipped off your dress and it fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning his shirt, he then pulled off your slip and pressed you close to him. Your now bare chests pressed together.

“Then I’d pull her even closer if she so desired me too.” He whispered seductively. You nodded and ripped off his shirt and began unbuckling his trousers. He threw them off and kissed down your neck to your breasts, gently caressing your nipples, he then kissed his way between them well still fondling your breasts with his hands.

Kissing down your stomach, your hips your inner thigh and back up again and only when you pleaded did he slowly remove your panties. He ran a hand down from your breast tracing his fingertips as he went along down your body until he reached that wonderful sweet spot. He gently began rubbing up and down causing you to moan and become wet. It was then that you noticed his arousal.

“And when she was ready, only then would I penetrate her, for I want her full attention as we mate.” And here he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and he leaned you back against the shelf. You then pulled off his briefs and saw in full pleasure his arousal. He was wonderfully sized and he gently and very slowly slid himself into you, Filling up any available space inside you. He slowly began to rock back and forth. Both of you letting out a small sigh from the wonderful sensation that had been nagging you inside for months.

“Then what would you do Newt.” You moaned his name as he picked up his pace. Without speaking he pinned your arms up above you with one hand and pulled your hips forward with the other. You both moaned at the wonderful new sensation rippling through your cores and it caused you to arch your back which only made Newt moan more.

“Are you ready for the finishing move my love?” he whispered.

You only nodded silently begging him for more as he kissed you urgently. Pressing himself deep within you he started pumping harder and faster as your climaxes started to peak. “N-Newt.” You gasped. He pulled you onto him and you held on tight as he pushed you over the edge both moaning loudly. You ran your nails up his back and into his messy hair and he kissed you and spun you around still out of breathe as he continued to ride you, you were gasping for air.

The two of you sat down as you semi dressed yourself again. Catching your breathe he leaned over and gently kissed you, placing his fingertips on that sweet spot on your neck causing you to giggle into his kiss. He gave you that adorable smile blushing. “Sorry, I’m not normally that……confidant.” He smiled at you. You laughed lightly. “That’s alright darling you can just blame it on mating season.” He laughed and kissed you again.

Finally?!

Originally posted by jjptwerkteam

After what felt like years and my trip I finally finished this and am highly motivated to write more again. 

please leave suggestions or requests here or check out the other stuff here.

thanks for all your guy’s patience and we are nearly at 500 I can’t believe it :0

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BAEKHYUN SMUT 

To say there was some tension between you and Baekhyun was an understatement. Ever since your mutual friend Chanyeol introduced him to the group you two were teasing each other. Suggestive and sassy comments where a daily thing and usual for your meeting. It was normal for your group which consisted mainly of guys so those comments were nothing unusual sure your girl friends weren’t better by a bit although those comments mostly happened between you and Baekhyun. You always joked around and told each other about the adventures you had well you did to your closest friends. About 6 month prior your friend Chanyeol had introduced Baekhyun to your group of friends during a party and everyone got along with him and so he started to hang out with you more often. Now you were in a restaurant eating and pre-drinking for a party you were about to go to. 

‘Ya y/n you haven’t told me what colour your underwear is yet’ Baekhyun joked. One drunk evening you guys started to talk about what a girls underwear would mean and soon he had asked you what kind of underwear you were wearing and then it became a thing.

'Nothing. as usual’ you said winking suggestive at him and he chuckled.

'So ready to party?’ You could see him tongue moving inside poking his cheek out.

'I’m always ready to party and you know that’ you brushed though your hair.

'Oh my gosh guys we are at a restaurant can you please behave a little bit more like it.’ Said Suho and you two laughed.

'I don’t believe you’ he said grinning.

'Wanna find out’ you whispered at him and he grinned even wider.

'Later baby later’ you and Baek never hooked up or something although many people thought you were the horniest couple in the world but you were just joking around. Sure there was some kind of tension when you made these jokes but you always made fun of it. You were even brilliant wingmen for each other, with the help of each other you never ever went home alone if you wanted to.Pre-drinks were getting you a little tipsy and you started whining that you wanted to go to the party now.

'Yes OK let’s go’ Chanyeol said after paying and you walked to the next taxi stand. Getting into the big taxi you guys started to talk about the people that were there. Kai’s crush was there and the guys where trying to convince him to talk to her.

'Kai it’s easy… First You take 2 drinks then you walk over to her preferably when she is close to a wall otherwise the way is to long. You gently but determined push her against the wall. You might put one hand on the wall next to her face.’ You turned to Baekhyun pushing your hand against the backrest.

'Then you look her into the eyes and say >>you look beautiful today<< and they you kiss her’ Baekhyun grabbed you and pretended to make out with you violently. You started to laugh and looked at Kai.

'I don’t think I will to that.’ He said skeptical.

'It worked with Baekhyun’ you said leaning back into your seat.

'Baekhyun is easy to pull though’ said Sehun earning a punch from Baekhyun. You arrived at the party location. It was a big apartment and you could already hear the music form upstairs. The guys knew other people so they quickly disappeared while you decided to go to the kitchen to get another drink. You mixed a strong mixture that made you shiver but you know that in a few sips it would taste a lot better. 

'No one to pull?’ You turned around and grinned at Baekhyun. 

'Haven’t had a look’ you said while Baek took your cup and took a sip. He flinched at the strong taste.

'A lot of couples and the rest looks boring.’ Baek said and you sighed.

'Well I got ready for nothing.’ He grinned.

'Oh well poor girl… well all of this for nothing’ he brushed over your sides.

'Yes it took me so long’ you whined. And took your cup back out of his hands and finished it.

'Oh poor you’ he patted your shoulder and you playfully sulking put your head on his shoulder. He brushed over your back and laughed.

'Well we could check if there is someone other or we go to a bar’ you looked at him grinning.

'Or WE hook up’ you said jokingly at his face. Well you were kind of joking sure hearing his stories you wondered if he was fully truthful but it was nothing more than a little curiosity. You looked at each other.

'Or that’ he said joking still looking at you. You locked eyes and let it be the influence of the alcohol but you tiptoed to connect your lips. Instantly you stared to move your lips. Baekhyun’s lips were soft. And hot. And way to good feeling. You felt arms creeping around you pulling you closer. Like if you had done this a million times your fingers moved to him hair pulling it a little. Baekhyun was now holding your hips tight pushing you against the counter. You could feel southern regions of your body feeling very happy that this happened and starting to get ready for usage (🙈 well if there is a way to say it more awkward tell me I’m sure there isn’t) Suddenly you two broke apart unintentionally you tried to follow his lips but you two ended up looking at each other. His lips were darker a little swollen maybe and his chest was rising and falling fast. 

'Woow’ he panted 'that was..’

'Hot?!’ You panted as well and he laughed nodding.

'Yes hot’ his hands were still on your hips thumbs circling over your hip bone. You looked at each other for a few more seconds. Baekhyun’s eyes were dark with lust. his body was still pressed against yours, making you feel hotter by the second. He kissed you again hungrily, passionately and wild making you nearly go out of breath. He pushed you harder against the counter forcing his leg between yours. His thigh was pushing against your core and in desperate need for some friction you started to move your hips pressing against the rough fabric of his jeans. Baekhyun bit your lip not so much that it really made you feel pain but enough to let your abdomen starting to feel a little tighter and definitely enough to let a moan escape your lips. He laughed one hand wandering towards your breast, massaging them over the fabric of your dress.

'Baek we need to close the door.’ You said between steamy kisses.

'You want to do it here?’ He asked a smug grin on his face.

'I’m sure you can’t walk that far either’ you joked seeing the huge tent in his pants. He closed the door just to open it again. You looked at him confused but he took some bottles and placed them before the door then removed his jacket and hung it on the door nob. The clicking sound of the door indicating it was locked made your body shiver in excitement. He walked over to you grinning devilishly then grabbing your sides and simply pushing you onto the counter. You mouth formed a surprised oh before you slung your legs around his hips pulling him close. He started to kiss your neck making your head roll back resting against one of the cupboards. 

'Let me see if you were lying about that underwear earlier’ he said grinning already getting down onto his knees.

'I was’ you panted grabbing his hair instinctively. He shoved your dress upwards, grinning slyly at the sight of your underwear.

'Black lace… I like’ he clicked his tongue and you shifted more towards him. With one move your underwear was removed you didn’t care were it landed you just cared that it wasn’t between you and Baekhyun anymore. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders making sure you wouldn’t slip from the counter. His long slender finger brushed against your tights teasing you.

'Baek’ you moaned looking at him. The he went down on you. First he moved his tongue lightly over your folds but your darting hips and hair pulling made him soon go faster and more powerful. With every lick you felt yourself tighten a little bit more you bit your bottom lip to hold back moans but you were sure you would be soon drawing blood. The story Baekhyun had told were all true he was skillful. Very skillful. After making you a moaning mess under his licks he added his slender fingers. Curling, brushing your walls and hitting all the right spots you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer. 

'Baek I’m…’ He got up looking you in the eyes fingers still inside you.

'Cum’ he said demanding pushing again into you. And following his instructions your body sprang free you head shot back to the cupboard hitting it but you didn’t feel it. All you could feel was your body exploding under his touch and stare. Still on your high he grabbed your chin dragging you to him again kissing you hungrily till you rode out your high. After the last waved had crashed over you and your vision had cleared again you jumped from the counter pushing Baek to the wall opening his jeans. His member just sprang free and you were happily surprised at the length of his package. He grinned at you biting his lip and you winked.

'Impressive’ your hand moved down stroking his already fully erect member. You grabbed your purse getting out a shiny little bag. Ripping it open you smiled at him then slowly rolled the condom all the way down his length. He moaned at all your touches. You pushed him down on the floor in a sitting position. Removing his trouser just as much all you needed to have a free access you straddled him. You could already feel his member lying against your core. You looked at him and kissed him again. He was paralyzed for a moment when you moved down taking his member in. All he managed to do was a grunty moan holding your hips tight. Baekhyun stretched you and you needed to take a moment for adjustment. His hands were impatiently holding you closer. You rolled your hips Baekhyun’s nails digging into your hips pushing you down again. Your hands rested on his shoulder seeing the muscles tense up when he pulled you towards him again. There were probably party sounds around you but you couldn’t hear them all you could hear was the sound his and your skin made crashing onto each other and your uneven shaky moaning breaths. His hips darted upwards thrusting powerful into you and little white stars started to appear in your vision again. You looked at Baekhyun his eyes were nearly closed trying to hold on a little longer. You knew you were close to the edge too so you kissed his shoulder. Your orgasm hit you so hard you needed to bit into his shoulder to not cry out load. Baekhyun seemed to really like it because as you were tightening around his member you felt him twitch inside you giving an airy groan. You rested your head on his shoulder needing some time to catch your breath. He stroked your sides slowly also panting heavily. You stood up and pulled your dress down. Baekhyun got rid of the condom and pulled his pants back on. He looked at you and laughed.

'Seeing how this went we should’ve done it much earlier’ you hit him and laughed.

'Let’s get going’ he said taking your hand. 

'To where?’ You asked confused. He just chucked.

'To my place of course silly. Or do you think this was everything.. nah i have much more that I want to do to you’ you looked around remembering that you actually had once wore a pair of underwear.

'My panties’ you said looking around. Baekhyun reached into the pocket of his jeans and proudly showed you the black lace panties. You wanted to take them but he quickly put them pack into his pocked.

'I’m keeping these’  

'Perv’ you scoffed grinning. Baekhyun opened the door and you were greeted by Chen.

'Oh no guys really?!’ He said with a grin that was supposed to be judging but you were sure you could also see a trace of “I knew this would happen sooner or later” in it.

'We are leaving it’s boring’ announced Baekhyun and dragged you to the exit.

Not Over You pt. 5

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: language, alcohol

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A/N: another absolutely heartbreaking part. why do i do this. more to come!

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Originally posted by mostlycap

You woke up from the night feeling more tired than ever. There was a dull aching in your head from the whiskey you’d consumed earlier. But other than that, it had felt like it had been a dream.  Much to your surprise Steve stayed after the unexpected, and frankly unplanned, kiss. There was conversation. But not as much as there had been hugging and apologizing, on both ends. There had been kissing and the clashing of hips and moaning and heavy breathing. It felt like your heart had mended overnight, something you never thought was possible.

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4 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU

WORD COUNT: 4,664 boii

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST, ELUDED SMUT

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The smell of steaming freshly brewed coffee filled your senses as you poured it into the white porcelain mug, you and Jungkook were sat at a large oak table in a private room inside the hotel, attending the third business meeting of the day.

It was day two of four, and all you’d done was sit in a makeshift office and listen to facts and figures, you were starting to get agitated.

“I have to say Jungkook, I never thought you’d settle down.” The elderly man at the table chuckled darkly, he was the oversees CEO of the Jeon Law firm, a very important man, and he knew it.

“Pardon?” Jungkook half smiled as his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

“Y/N. She’s good for you, I can tell you two are very happy together.” The older CEO smirked, his eyes hungrily wandering over your figure hugging office dress as you handed him a coffee, earning you to feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“Oh, we’re not together. She’s just my assistant.” Jungkook nodded slowly as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“All of the best lawyers sleep with their assistants Jungkook-”

“Hey Y/N, didn’t you say you left something in your room? I can finish up this meeting myself don’t worry about it, take the afternoon off.” Jungkook shot you a guilty gaze, he must’ve sensed your discomfort.

“Are you sure?” You asked, your eyes flitting between Jungkook and the older man at the table.

“Yes, I’ll see you later.” Jungkook saw you to the door and swiftly closed it after your exit.

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Rendezvous..

… or the short Mchanzo story behind my comic (link to it below). I wrote this before starting to work on the comic, using it as a base script for the upcoming events. However, while drawing I decided to change some details/events, but mainly I tried to keep it alike the original writing! 

I hope you will enjoy it! I linked below the comic for new readers also :3 Thank you!


Links to the comic:

Original post | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (the end)



Story starts here:

The blow sent him in the middle of the road, fully exposed to the enemy, and he knew that his bow wouldn’t be too much help in a close gunfire encounter. He looked around for a cover, but his eyes caught a silhouette standing right against the sun.

 
“Hanzo! Move!” He heard a voice yelling through the bullets that kept firing around him, but it was something that held him in place, making him feel hypnotized by the newly encountered enemy. There was something familiar about him, but couldn’t tell what yet. He shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to distinguish it better and he actually noticed that the other wasn’t standing anymore, but walking forward, towards him, however still too far to be recognizable by any chance.


Hanzo tensed his bow and started to step backwards, his eyes still on the walking silhouette. He focused, aiming for the head while trying to lure the other one closer into the cover of a rock arcade that shadowed the road beneath. His back soon stopped against a pillar of an old barrack, so he decided to wait there and see if his opponent will take the bait.


“Closer…” He murmured to self, his grip tightening on the bow, stretching its chord even more as the other nearly stepped into the desired spot. However, right before the last steps he should’ve made, something crashed into the building Hanzo was using as cover, forcing him out and causing him to fire the arrow he prepared for his enemy, shooting down a drone that kept firing from above. He glanced at the thing that crashed against the barracks, but noticing only a robot of the enemy, he focused back on finding a safe spot to aim from, trying to peek at the mysterious silhouette as he did so. 


“Close one there, partner, but this one ain’t too far either.” A voice came from behind him, accompanied by the metallic clack of a gun.


Hanzo turned on his heels with a quick move, already tensing his bow again, facing, as he figured, the one he aimed at earlier. Not only that the sudden presence startled him, but the voice sent him a shiver down the spine, like he didn’t feel in years.


The arrow pointed at the other’s head, while his opponent had his gun pointed at his chest. The other raised a robotic arm, draped until then by his red serape, to take the cigar out of his mouth, enveloping both in smoke with a silent laughter, pushing his hat back a bit with a short gesture of his finger, finally revealing his face to Hanzo, who for some reason didn’t dare to shoot his arrow yet, but stood there staring and examining each and every move the man made. But when their eyes met, the smile faded off the cowboy’s face, while Hanzo’s tense from the eyes turned into shock, both still aiming at each other.


“Well, I’ll be damned..” The cowboy nearly whispered, lowering his hand that still held the cigar.


“Jesse..?” Hanzo replied as silently, even if the surroundings were incredibly loud, filled with bullets, explosions and order screaming. His eyes were searching the cowboy’s face for familiar features that could resemble his old friend, but as half of it was still shaded by the hat and other part was nearly all covered in his beard, he didn’t had much left other than the spark of his brown eyes and the smirk which was now forming on his lips. 


“Haven’t heard that name going off someone’s lips in a long while.. Especially yours, Hanzo.” His smirk turned into a full grin, lowering his gun, measuring from head to feet his long lost partner. He stuck back the cigar into his mouth and grabbed the other’s shoulder in a tight, yet compasionate grip, shaking it a bit, since Hanzo didn’t even flinch at his remark, moreover, now his astonishment from seconds ago, turning into a frown.


“You don’t even realize how many high noons I counted, waiting to see you again.. Back at Hanamura. And yet you decide to show up years later, in the middle of this.. NOWHERE! During a fight!” He slapped Jesse’s hand off his shoulder as he spoke.


“But I kept my promise, ain’t I?” He raised his eyebrows, still wearing a teasing grin. “It was a damn blinding high noon out there!”


Hanzo let out a loud groan, then suddenly tensed the bow and let the arrow fly right by Jesse’s ear, putting down a drone heading towards them, but at the same time startling his friend, making him throw himself against the rock wall nearby, glancing behind right after.


“I thought for a moment you aimed at me, partner!”


“I would, but you’re not worth wasting an arrow on." 


The man added, then turned around, walking away, back into the battlefield, taking out another arrow, preparing to shoot, leaving McCree stare after him a bit, before deciding to get himself back together and follow him, wearing a satisfied smile.

The end

Best Served Cold

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

One of the hands holding Obito’s elbow vanishes for a moment, and there’s a rustle of cloth. This time when Kakashi nips at his skin, his mouth is entirely uncovered, and Obito jolts and gasps. “But,” he manages as Rin leans up to kiss him, and for half a minute that’s far more interesting than words. Especially when Kakashi’s hands settle on his hips and drag him back even more firmly. When Rin finally surrenders his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip, he groans and tries desperately, “But—revenge, I have to get revenge on Madara because he’s an asshole—”

Rin pouts at him in the way she knows he’s weak to, the witch. “Really, Obito? You’re thinking about revenge at a time like this? It’s been so long since we were all in bed together. Don’t you want to have some fun?”

“You just want to see Kakashi fuck me again,” Obito accuses, and from behind him Kakashi makes a very interested sound and scrapes his teeth over the spot on Obito’s jaw that always makes him lose control of his knees. Obito sucks in a hard breath, eye closing automatically, and Rin laughs.

“This is true,” she says without an ounce of shame, fingers ghosting over his belt. “Can you blame me? It’s been four years. Besides, I want a piece of you too.”

Her light touch turns into a definite grope, and it takes effort for Obito not to whine through his teeth. “But—plan. I have a plan and I need to go—”

Kakashi makes an intent sound against the curve of his shoulder. “Oh? For your revenge? You’re not just going to shoot him?”

“Mmm.” Obito breaks the kiss that Rin pulls him into, trying to drag his wayward thoughts back under control. They all seem to be taking a nosedive and heading south. “I—yes. Yes, I have the perfect plan. There’s this—this outstanding contract Madara has—oh.”

“Outstanding contract,” Kakashi prompts cheerfully, as if he didn’t just stick his hands up Obito’s shirt.

“On a businessman,” Obito forges on doggedly. “Madara was gleeful for days after he got it, because they have history. So I’m going to get there first.”

“And kill him before Madara can?” Rin asks, though her attention seems to mostly be on Obito’s abs as she follows the path of Kakashi’s fingers.

With an aggravated huff, Obito turns, getting ahold of Kakashi’s turtleneck and pulling him in for a hard kiss that’s full of teeth. “No,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m going to save the bastard and keep him alive no matter what, just to spite Madara.”

Rin laughs, pulling back a little. “That sounds like a good plan,” she agrees, and when Obito makes the mistake of looking at her she makes that one face, halfway between sultry and a pout, that always does terrible things to Obito’s willpower. “But it can wait until tomorrow, can’t it, Obito? Or…maybe the day after?” She traces her fingers down his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, and Kakashi pulls him in even tighter, halfway to a hug but with a very prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Oh god I hate you both,” Obito says, and Rin laughs because she knows that’s his surrender.

“You brought your bike, didn’t you?” she asks coyly. “I’ll take the car back to the hotel. Kakashi, why don’t you make sure he doesn’t change his mind?”

“I can do that,” Kakashi agrees cheerfully, nipping lightly at Obito’s ear. “You can tell me more about your revenge on the way. There’s no way that’s all of it, knowing you.”

“Keep implying that I’m a tricky bastard and I’ll prove you right,” Obito threatens as Rin leans up for another kiss. “I just—ah, Rin, god—I can only stay one night, okay?”

“We’ll revisit the discussion at a later time,” Rin decides, and her bright, sunny smile returns. “After we’ve wrecked you the second time, maybe?”

It’s vaguely sort of possible that Obito whimpers.

Maybe revenge is overrated.

the-bookish-soul  asked:

Could you possibly write Feysand: I bake a cake for you

Thank you @the-bookish-soul for sending this through. So sorry it took me so long to get to. But here it is! Hope you like it.

*Disclaimer: written without ACOWAR knowledge*

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Feysand: I baked you a cake

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Rhys couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing and when he closed his eyes his memories of past assaulted him. Tonight was not a good night for him.

Feyre, thankfully, hadn’t awoken when he left their bed. She still slept deeply wrapped in the warm blankets. Rhys had come downstairs in the fear that his restlessness would wake her, now standing in the kitchen he was unsure of what to do. He let out a heavy sigh.

His mother and sister had been on his mind lately. Rhys found himself thinking about them, mourning them like he hadn’t let himself do in many years.

But, with Feyre pregnant.

Rhys rubbed his face with his hands. Memories of his younger years had entered his mind and would not leave. It left him painfully wishing that his mother was here, that his sister was here, so they could share this joy with him. He knew deep in his heart that they would have loved Feyre, love her as fiercely as the rest of his family did. And right now, the knowledge of this was breaking his heart. Rhys braced his arms on the counter as a sob wracked its way through his body.

A memory came to him. He was young, very young because he hadn’t gone to the Illyrian camp yet. He was in the kitchen with his mother and they were… baking. Baking a cake. His mother hadn’t been much of a baker, but she had known how to make this particular cake and it was her favourite. Rhys had helped, tipping in ingredients, mixing, taking licks of the spoon when she wasn’t looking. It had been so normal, so simple.

Another memory trickled into Rhys’ mind. He was older but he and his mother had been doing the same thing. Baking the same cake. But his mother had been pregnant this time, and after a while Rhys had ushered her into a chair and she had called out directions from where she sat, all the while calling him fussy and annoying. They had laughed, the sound of it echoing through out the House of Wind.

This memory faded into another. His sister had been about 7 and they had all gone to the House of Mist to see his father. His parents had fought loudly and his sister had cried. His parents had tried to shield them from that aspect of their relationship, but sometimes tension ran too high. Rhys had picked up his sister saying that he knew a way to make their mother feel better. They had gone to the kitchen and Rhys had tried to make the cake from memory. It was a disaster. By the time their mother walked in both he and his sister were filthy, the kitchen not faring much better. The cake had tasted awful. Later that night his mother had come into his room, piece of paper in hand. She had carefully written out the recipe, step by step, so much so that it was almost insultingly descriptive. She had said to him it was so he could learn it, use it later, when he needed it.

Rhys to a shuddering breath, now fully in the present. Then he ran to the bookshelf. He had a few cookbooks and in one of them he kept…

Rhys pulled a book from the shelf and hastily flicked through it then tuned it upside down. The paper floated gracefully to the ground and landed at his feet. He never did learn the recipe by heart. He reached down a picked up the paper. The ink had faded with time but he could still read his mother’s delicate hand well enough. With recipe in hand he returned to the kitchen, heart still heavy but lighter than it had been all night.

A while later Rhys heard footsteps descending the stairs. Feyre appeared a few moments later, hair ruffled by sleep and still a little bleary eyed. It was early enough in the morning that the sun hadn’t risen yet. Rhys went to her and pulled Feyre to him as her own arms wrapped around his waist. He kissed the top of her head before pulling back enough to see her face.

“What are you doing up?” He asked.

Feyre yawned, covering her mouth with one hand. “Someone was pushing on my bladder.”

Rhys pulled back a little further so that he could run a hand over Feyre’s stomach, his eyes following the movement of his hand. She had just started to show and Rhys could hardly stop himself from touching the slight bump whenever he had the chance. Rhys heard, rather than saw, Feyre sniff.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“I baked you a cake.”

A hand on his cheek guided his eyes to his mates face.

“You did what?” Feyre said, a little confused smile on her face. “Is it ready?”

Rhys kissed the top of Feyre’s head again as he led her to the table, “Just finished.”

While Feyre got comfortable Rhys went back to the kitchen to retrieve the cake. He placed the cake down then summoned a plate, knife and spoon. He cut Feyre a piece and watched nervously as she took her first bite. She didn’t gag, or cringe or spit it out. Instead she scooped up another generous spoonful and ate it quickly. As she went for her third spoonful she spoke.

“This cake is delicious.” Feyre took her next bite. She didn’t finish before she spoke again, “I think it’s my new favourite.”

Rhys felt tears prick his eyes as he summoned another plate and took a slice for himself. He could feel that Feyre’s entire focus was now on him.

“Why?” She simply asked.

So Rhys told her.