#(There is not much ship stuff just to note but I would say it leans heaviest towards)

[aph-japan]

{J.P.N Fan-Made Horror roleplaying (rpg) Game} Hetalia Fox Tales ~ QUOTES + "PERSONIFICATIONS" vs. "HUMANS" + "DEATH" vs. "Disappearance"

"SO, I was thinking, {to BRING 'Gilbert' back...} - SPAIN

(Note: "Rufus" is a 'secret' spoiler character that shows up mid-game. Jia Long = H.K. {Yes others also Cameo if not have scenes}; others are human charas, other main charas etc.)

{Netherlands}

"The 'PERSONIFICATION' does not have to be 'KIKU HONDA' either."

(I'm coming back to this comment, but continue on...)

While the "lore" (and handling of H.W.S's) isn't perfect, all I'm saying here IS, if you like pondering the lore of what "personifications" means along with horror r.p.gs involving time-loops and mythological stuff and which basically acts as a (un-official - these are un-related fan-series) parallel to "HetaOni" except somewhat in reverse; (And Yet Not Completely!)

You all will probably be interested in watching "Hetalia Fox Tales", which is now fully and completely 'subbed'!

(And yes, the game itself, from 2k16, is 'completed'!)

Caps by @aph-japan Credit to DinoSlayer235 who Edited + Subbed from C.N. script {DO NOT re-post / claim as your own without Permission} (Please ASK to Use!) {The play-list is linked below - follow to direct link!}

Warning: It is still a HORROR R.P.G. There will be lots of eventual blood-splatters imagery; "Sound" of blood can also be heard often in later parts, notably well within even the first few parts.

Basic {Starting} Summary: The Nations are all visting (or planning to arrive at) {Kiku}'s location; {Not the 'main house', but Kiku's 'hosting'} Kiku seems to have also "invited" them for something. After a night of telling "scary stories", strange events begin happening. They all (+Kiku) tried retiring to their rooms, but... It would appear the "mansion" of ""Kiku""'s contains the "Spirit" that Kiku talked about from within Kiku's "Tale". Moreover, not much later on, "Romano" suddenly appears. He joins the group inside the mansion, after managing to find the way inside. "Antonio", who was trapped outside trying to join them as well, can't immediately get inside the mansion... (It uses graphics + a turn based battle system very similar to HetaOni. {Down to almost exact same 'attack names' in many cases} Thus, it might look a little outdated there; Please remember this is from around 2k16.)

(Check comments to see if I link to further references!)

[kyluff]

— ↺ Bewbs

✎ luffy + zoro + sanji x reader !

✦ summary ➠ boob blurbs

✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, boob stuff

✦ note ➠ i 🫶 luffy

✪ Monkey D. Luffy

“Luffy, don’t you think that’s enough already?” You whine out, back arching and fingers clawing at his black hair. You don’t know how much more you could take of this, Luffy has been at for what felt like hours. He’s been licking, sucking and even nibbling at your swollen nipples.

“Mm mm!” He let out a hum in response, a sound of disagreement at your question. You don’t know what has gotten into him, he didn’t even say anything when he got home from his adventure on the new island you arrived at, just shoved his head under your shirt and forced it off soon after.

He’s been going at them ever since.

He let go of the first nipple, leaving a stringy connection of saliva from your flesh to his lips, then attacked your neglected one. You glanced down at him, mouth slightly open from the pants slipping past, you could see his eyes softly shut.

He looked totally content with the situation, his hold around your body tightened. He wished to be closer to you even though he was as close as humanly possibly.

“Luf, starting to get sore.” But he didn’t respond, his suckling only continued on in a steady speed. You sighed, and looked closer at the man between you chest. Drool was leaking from where he was attached to your mound.

“Luffy? Hey, get off.” You shook his head in an attempt to pry him off of you, he didn’t budge quite yet though. Fed up, you gripped the roots of his hair and tugged back hard, only then did he pop off from you. He didn’t move, only let out quiet breaths of snores.

“Hey, are you sleeping?!” This guy could really nap anywhere, anytime. Even while he was going at your boobs like that.

✪ Roronoa Zoro

“Does it feel good?” The green haired man behind you questioned, adding a quick pinch to the nub that was pressed between his strong fingers. “Hm?”

You nodded, you grasped the fluffy sheets from underneath you. He had you sat on his cock as he leaned against the headboard of the bed frame and had you placed between his legs with his arms wrapped around you, poking and prodding at your chest.

“Don’t pinch so hard please!” You pleaded with the man, bringing your hand up to pry at his fingers. He was to strong for you, you could feel the hardness of his muscles under his tanned skin.

“This is your own fault, you know?” He chuckled lightly, he was enjoying this whole thing. “You just had to wear that stupid, slutty bikini, huh?”

You moaned at the mention of your earlier activities and the clothes your were wearing. It was an extra hot day on the ship and a small bathing suit seemed to be the best remedy. Zoro didn’t agree.

“I can’t lie though,” He exhaled on the back of you neck and cupped both of your boobs, starting to squish your tits, the fat of them toppled out of the space between his long fingers. “You look so hot whenever you wear it.”

“But it’s only for my eyes, got that?” He explained, ending his sentence with a quick smack to your meaty breast.

✪ Vinsmoke Sanji

It was supposed to be a punishment, but to Sanji it wasn’t much of one. Because he enjoyed every and anything you did.

You had his hands tied behind his back and his eyes covered with a black cloth.

“Sit,” You demanded your lover who listened carefully to your instructions, you helped guide him, he then nestled into the open space in your legs. “Go.”

As soon as you said that singular word, he eagerly began to search for your nipples, his treasure. His lips slithered messily along your flesh, blindly going in all directions.

“Would you hurry up?” You rolled your eyes, acting as though you didn’t love this. He did too, you could tell by how he let out little cries at your words. “You’re pathetic.”

“Y-You’re so mean!” He mewled, then returning to his previous actions.

“Ya well, that’s what you get for calling other girls pretty!” You were still bitter from Sanji hitting on another woman, right infront of you too!

You and Sanji walked into a new store, it had all these unique cooking tools and ingredients, right up Sanjis alley. The lady working at the till kept going on and on about all of the new items they had in stock, and when you finally got your boyfriend to leave, he said ‘goodbye pretty’.

“I told you I’m sorry!” He tugged harshly against his restraint, relentlessly trying to escape so he could touch you to his satisfaction.

“Sorry, but,” You paused, enclosing his slim build in your plush legs. “You’re just going to have to show me how sorry you are.”

[impishjesters]

Siri? No. Rambley! (Ch 1?)

ship: Rambley x Reader relationship: can be read platonically or romantically note(s): I fudged over a bunch of tech jargon cause I'm too stupid for that stuff and who cares it's fan fiction anyways! The reader has no gender or pronouns used. A/N: So I may or may not be working on a lil AU/series for this whole idea~

“Are you sure that’ll work?”

Rambley leans impossibly closer to the screen as if it would help him see over your shoulder. “Uh-huh! Or well, I don’t see why it wouldn’t?” He leaned away from the screen and you finally met his gaze. “Just copy everything of importance to the drive and plug me in!”

It feels unrealistic and far too easy to just copy what makes Rambley well, Rambley and he’ll suddenly come to life on the cheap laptop. “If you say so, just… if something feels wrong, stop me okay?”

The digital raccoon paused his happy dance and stared at you before shooting you a thumbs-up. “A little silly if you ask me, but okay!” He placed his hands together and rested his chin on them, watching you intently.

You’re not a rocket scientist, so it doesn’t take much for you to get stumped on what’s considered “important” to keeping Rambley alive so to speak. Rambley watched on the monitor behind you, tail waving rhythmically behind him as he hummed and guided you to what folders were important, etc.

After about an hour you’ve properly copied everything needed onto the laptop. The digital raccoon lets out an exhausted sigh—like he did all the hard work—and looks at you. “That should be everything! Now plug the laptop into the console and I’ll see if I can hop over!”

Rambley is unphased by your deadpan stare aimed at him after his silly joke and focuses on the laptop. “Plug it in! Plug it in!” he chanted.

“Alright little bunny, hold your horses.”

He stopped his chants and looked at you with a smug expression. “Horses you say?”

“Shush. I’m working.”

Rambley rests his chin on his hands, tail swaying behind him again. “Nu-huh~ You just need to plug me in and—”

With ease you connect the laptop to a nearby computer, and despite the fear that this old worn-out technology might fry the laptop and the realistic factor that this probably isn’t how this whole thing works. You plug the laptop into Rambley’s system.

The monitor Rambley was on flickered and distorted, his raccoon avatar glitching frantically. “O-ooooOooOoOoooOOOOo… that feels funny!”

“Like… a bad funny or? Should I unplug it??” You ask worryingly, he’s never been this buggy before.

“NO! DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!” His voice distorts causing you to flinch at the volume before his screen altogether goes black.

Almost immediately your eyes are drawn to the laptop, watching the now black screen glitching out. The longer the silence grows the deeper the worry bubbles in your stomach. Did you somehow…kill him?

After several minutes of sitting and waiting the screen flickers to life, a bright white before Rambley’s face pops on screen looking comically confused, cheesy tweeting birds flying around his head. “Woah… that felt funny…”

Rambley’s voice echoes behind you instead of from the laptop. Looking back at the monitor you quickly notice it’s still Rambley but without the silly chirping birds around his head. Gaze flickering between the two copies of Rambley you push your chair back from the desk in confusion. “Uh, what’s happening?”

The Rambley on the monitor looks between you and the laptop. “Well, I managed to upload and copy part of myself onto it!” When your expression doesn’t change from confusion he settles on a more simplified answer. “I’m both here and on the laptop.”

The Rambley on your laptop finally snaps out of it and perks up seeing you and his own self on the bigger monitor. “It worked!”

“Wait,” you ignore the laptop Rambley and stare at the monitor. “You’re in both at the same time? Isn’t that… confusing?”

Rambley laughs and pats his screen like he would giving someone a head pat. “The laptop isn’t big or strong enough for all of me. So I was able to take a piece of me and put it on the laptop.” He explains. “So as long as you’re able to keep the laptop connected via a Wi-Fi or internet connection, I can freely switch between the two!”

The monitor shuts off and Rambley waves his hands excitedly on the laptop. “This means that while I can’t leave the park entirely, I can easily connect to the laptop via the internet!” He pauses and crosses his arms, tapping his chin curiously. “I wonder if it would work on your phone too?”

Feeling overwhelmed from all the information you rub at your temples and adjust in the uncomfortable chair. “How about we leave that for a different time Rambles?”

Rambley perks up at the name and nods his head. “Oh, of course! It’s getting late now, you—or rather we— should go home!” He giggles at the mention of home with a level of excitement you don’t think you’ve ever seen.

You grab the laptop bag and unplug the laptop from the monitor, tucking it away in the bag, and finally look at Rambley. “I’ll have to close the laptop Rambles. But as soon as I get home, I’ll open the laptop up for you okay?”

His shoulders slump at the mention of closing the laptop, and instead of trying to argue about keeping it open for him to see everything he simply nods with a pout.

You gently pet the top of your screen near the webcam and smile at him. “It won’t take long sweetie, the second I get inside I’ll open the laptop. I’ll even show you around my—our place.” You quickly correct yourself, and it’s worth it to see Rambley’s entire self perk back up in excitement.

“Okay! Be safe!” Rambley disappears from the laptop screen and pops up on the monitor nearby again. “I’ll wait here, and as soon as I sense a stable connection I’ll pop over!”

You have questions on how exactly he’s able to hop between the two despite the distance, but that’s a whole event for another time.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon Rambles.” You kiss your fingers and place them on his monitor before packing up the laptop and making your way out of the park, holding the laptop like it carries the most prized possession in the universe.

And it did, it carried your Rambles.

[shixcherie]

Oh Ma Chérie | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 16 : Dacryphilia/ Tears Kink

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Yunho loves your doll-like eyes filled with tears, and you decide to give him exactly that, knowing it drives him wild. You were supposed to catch up after two years, but all you could catch was your breath with his long, thick cock in your mouth.

☆Word Count : 2.3k ☆Genre : Smut,Non-Idol Au. ☆Pairing : Neighbor! Yunho x F.reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), dacryphilia/ tears kink, your tears turns him on (a lot!), edging/ overstimulation, fingering (fem recieving) , praise, banter-ish teasing, oral (m.recieving) , sexy neighbour Yunho, friendly sexual encounters, switch reader, pet names (baby, chérie, pretty girl), dirty talk (he calls you slut once) {lemme know if I missed it }

NOTE : Grinding hard to catchup my loves as my exams had a chokehold on me and I couldn't continue but DAY 16 is here and I am back **with my favie Yunho . Hope you enjoyit ma cheries.

Yunho loved you so much. Not a speck of doubt in that. He loved you so much that even when you cried, it turned him on, making him hot all over, the heat going straight to his throbbing cock in his pants. There was always this thick tension when the two of you were in each other’s vicinity, and with your friends constantly shipping you both and you both being neighbors, it definitely enabled a lot when you wanted to... explore stuff, let's say.

You both had actually dated for a year before ending it because you both got bored. It wasn’t serious,no doubt you had fun, a lot actually, but you both felt like exploring other options. There was nothing wrong with that and you would still be friends. Not hard feelings at all.

And after that, you moved to Paris.

You moving away was never part of the plan. It was sudden, and let’s just say love makes you do all things stupid and it did to you too. The whole reason you moved to Paris was just to be with your boyfriend at that time. But coming back now, nothing has changed. At all. Yunho is still your neighbor, still single, and still fucking hot.

You just returned from Paris after two years, and nothing has changed in the neighborhood. This place, where you grew up, holds the best childhood memories. Your first love, first kiss, first fuck and Yunho happened to be a huge part of all your firsts.

After visiting all your friends, you decided to finally pay Yunho a visit, which was kinda ironic since his house was right next to yours. But the logic behind it ? To save the best for last. Hehe.

You were supposed to just say hi, talk a bit, maybe catch up, and then come back home safe and sound. Ending up on his lap, with his long, sexy fingers stuffed deep inside you, curling and making a mess of you, was definitely not part of the plan.

"Yunho… ahh… yesss, fuck! Feels so good." you murmered, pretty moans ringing in his ears as you leaned back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder, while he whispered the filthiest things in your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin, and it finally felt like you were truly back home.

"You like that, baby? So tight, yet so inviting for me, just like I remember" Yunho whispered, his thumb rubbing your clit, making your toes curl with the delicious sensations. "No matter where you go, you always come back to me. Are you that obsessed with me, pretty girl?" he teased, your moans answering him.

"Well, no one can make me feel the way you do." you gasped. Yunho chuckled as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you even more. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain as tears brimmed in your eyes. A whimper left your throat, going straight to Yunho’s hard cock, forming a tent under your tiny hand.

Your hand went straight to rubbing his hardness, encouraging Yunho as his fingers worked your dripping cunt, moving in and out, curling, hitting all the right spots. Your vision was slowly going blank, stars starting to appear. Your body trembled under his relentless pace, lips parted, gasping as tears began to flow down your cheeks.

“Ma chérie, est-ce que ça te fait du bien ? (Ma chérie, does that feel good?) ” Yunho spoke, in french..? Damn! he sounded fucking hot speaking french that had you gasp from not only just pleasure but shock. You bit you bottom lip hard as a loud cry threatened to escape at the sheer intensity of the moment.

When did he learn french ? Did he miss you that much ? Oh baby!

“Mon dieu… tu es le meilleur ! (Oh my god… you’re the best) ”you cried, literally as your cheeks flushed adorning a red blush, a sight Yunho was dying to see. Slowly pulling his fingers out of you, to which obviouly whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, he slowly turned you on his lap, you now facing him.

What he saw was a sight he wanted engraved into his memory forever, an iconic picture he'd frame and plaster all over his bedroom walls. Your glossy eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, and plump, bitten lips, looking all flushed and angelic made it impossible for him to think straight. Lust crashed over him like a fucking tornado, leaving only one clear thought in his mind. He wanted you. Right now.

He scoffed at himself, watching you looking like a doll with glossy eyes staring at him, waiting for his next move. Slowly, he slid his fingers covered with your slick into his mouth, an mhmm vibrating through him while swirling his tongue around them while your mouth watered at the sight. You took a heavy breath, and without speaking, reached out, pulling his fingers from his mouth before taking a long, slow lick along his spit-covered digits, tasting both him and yourself. He swallowed hard, the touch of your soft tongue flipping a switch in his brain.

Groaning, he said, "Take them baby, into your mouth.”

You obeyed instantly, sliding three of his long digits into your mouth. Yunho groaned, his eyes closing as a chorus of "fucks" escaped his lips as he could fell the back of your throat at his fingertips . He leaned against the couch, all comfortable while your tongue swirled around, moving his hand back and forth, gifting him the pleasure he'd been missing for two long years.

An invisible magnetic pull always drew you back together, no matter how far you wandered off or with whom.

You pulled his fingers out with a "plop," lips trailing them, leaving a glistening line of your own spit as you gazed up at him through your lashes. His breath hitched, eyes heavy with lust as he bit down on his bottom lip, the sight of you making him look almost wrecked and fucked out and you hadn’t even really started.

“What do you want next, baby?” you teased, voice sultry, your doll-like eyes gleaming with a mix of innocence and heat.

Yunho exhaled a low growl, his eyes narrowing in that commanding, intense way that made your stomach flip. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. "You know exactly what I want, doll," he whispered, his breath hot against your lips, teasingly close but not kissing you yet. "I want you to take all of me, just like you used to."

The anticipation thick in the air as you leaned closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Your heart raced, each thump enveloped you both. Yunho’s grip tightened slightly, a mix of dominance and longing as he searched your gaze, as if asking for permission, though you both knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You nodded, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stole a quick from his lips and slowly sank to your knees, the plush carpet beneath you feeling soft and grounding. Your fingers traced the outline of his pants, teasingly drawing near to the bulge that tented the fabric. His breath quickened, and you could see the struggle on his face as he fought to maintain control.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head back, exposing the long line of his neck. It was your turn to take charge, to show him just how much you missed him.

“Only for you, Yunho.” you replied softly, your voice low and dripping with desire. You glanced up at him, locking eyes, and began to unbutton his pants, each click sounding like a countdown. When you finally pulled down his zipper, his gaze darkened filled with an intoxicating desire.

As you slid your hands inside, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers, he let out a low groan that sent shivers through you. You paused, meeting his eyes with a sultry smile, and watched as the tension in his jaw tightened.

Recovering quickly he commanded, “Now, be a good girl and show me just how much you missed this.” his voice low and a bit impatient, and you couldn’t help but comply, feeling the magnetic pull between you grow stronger as you surrendered to his desires.

You chuckled softly and finally freed him from his confines, your breath hitching at the sight. He was just as you remembered. Long, thick, rock hard and totally ready for you.

Yunho’s eyes darkened further as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling the way he pulsed in your hand. “God, you’re perfect.” he groaned, his head falling back as he savored the pleasure you were giving him.

“We were perfect. Still are.” you whispered , leaning in to press soft kisses along his thigh, igniting a fire in him. The memories of shared kisses, whispered secrets, and tangled bodies flooded back, reminding you both of the connection you had once shared.

“I want to feel everything.” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

With a mischievous grin, you looked up at him one last time before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, savoring the moment. Yunho let out a deep groan, the sound sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As you began to move, the tension between you only grew as you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, the sweet pressure, the intensity of the moment, and the sheer joy of being back with him. The tears slipped down your cheeks, glistening and mixing with the lust that filled the air.

Yunho’s breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening even more with desire. “Doll, you’re too beautiful.” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Those tears… they drive me insane.”

You looked up at him, your doll-like eyes glistening and he swallowed hard, the sight of you only fueling his need. The tears made him feel powerful, igniting a primal instinct deep within him, guiding his actions as he leaned forward, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Just like that.” he urged, his voice a low growl, as he guided your movements, pushing you further down his length. The combination of your soft whimpers and the tears flowing down your face drove him wild, making his heart race.

“Look at you,” he teased, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched your eyes well up with more tears. “So pretty and helpless, all for me. You really have no idea how much I have missed this for the past two years.” His grip tightened in your hair, forcing you to take him deeper, the salty taste of your tears mixing with the pleasure that overwhelmed him.

As you bobbed your head, your soft whimpers turned into muffled cries, each movement sending electric shocks through his body. The sight of you, desperate and wanting, only pushed him further over the edge. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Crying and taking it all like you’ve missed me so fucking much.” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “ Did you miss me ? Did you remember me when he fucked you when you were in Paris ?”

You moan as a response to his question only made him thrust his hips up, the force of him filling your mouth pushing you closer to your breaking point as you could feel him twitching inside your mouth.

“Just like that, baby. Let those tears flow for me. Show me how much you want it.” he whispered, his tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness that made your stomach flip. The need in his voice only fueled your desperation with tears spilling down your cheeks.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this.” he breathed, his voice strained as he watched you. “You don’t even realize how perfect you are when you’re crying for me.” Each word dripped with a sultry dominance, making you want to please him even more.

As you pushed through the intensity, you felt his grip tighten even more, his breathing growing heavier. “I’m so close, baby. Just a little more.” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. The desperation in your teary eyes only made him want to tease you further. “You want to taste me, don’t you? Go on, beg for it.”

The heat between you intensified as you nodded, a choked sob escaping your lips. “Please, Y-Yunho… I need it.”

“Such a good girl.” he praised, and with that, he finally cummed hard in your mouth. His release filled your mouth, and the taste sent a shock of satisfaction through you along with nostalgia. You swallowed the entirety of his hot cum, relishing each drop and licking your upper lip as you held eye contact with him, smirking at him.

“Hah! You missed me so much.” he teased, a brow cocked up as he watched your tears mix with the remnants of his pleasure on your face.

“Is that what you call it ? I’d say it’s more like you’ve been deprived.” you shot back, your voice playful as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh really? Who was being a cry baby few seconds ago, all teary-eyed and wanting more.”

“Oh ? And who was begging me to not stop ?” you taunted back, wiping away the tears as a sweet grin appeared on your face. “Anyways, I’m just here for the show. Don’t let that get to your head, superstar.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. “Superstar, huh? Well, I guess I’ll have to give you an encore, then. Let’s see how many times you can make those pretty eyes tear up for me.”

You both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. Oh god, you missed this so much. This was exactly what pulled you back to Yunho. Not just the sex, but the whole vibe of it. His energy matched yours at every level.

Both of you had missed every moment of this deliciously sinful connection.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[aynavaano]

Babygirl

Kinktober ‘24 - domination/choking/overstimulation

Crosshair × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3.5k whoops this was meant to be short

Summary: You're in a relationship with Crosshair and sometimes you like it a little bit risky. When you’re out at 79’s with the squad the evening ends earlier than anticipated.

Notes: This is one of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my request are open. This one is absolutely self indulgent and I have no excuse. I was giggling when I wrote the tag list, this was supposed to be short but what can I say, I have a soft spot for dom!Crosshair. Tags: Established relationship (important, don’t do stuff like that with people you don’t know), Semi-public unprotected sex, fully clothed (armored) male, almost naked female, spitting, slight choking, overstimulation, orgasm so good you start crying, subspace, brief mention of going non-verbal but lots of aftercare too, Hunter doesn’t like his little brothers escapades

The neon lights of 79's flickered as you leaned against the bar, the room buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations.

Tech had stayed on the Marauder like most nights, spending his time tinkering with modifications on the ship and enjoying the silence when everyone was gone. Wrecker was on the dancefloor easy to spot as always, towering all the other clones and Hunter and Echo had ventured towards the back of the room to secure a booth for the squad before it got too crowded.

But your attention wasn't on the lively atmosphere around you - it was fixed entirely on the man sitting beside you. Crosshair, in his usual armor, minus the helmet, was lounging back with his characteristic smirk, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand.

He hadn't said much since you had sat down together, but his presence and his hand resting on your thigh was all you needed to make your pulse quicken. There was something about him, the confidence, the sharp edge to everything he did, that had always drawn you in.

Over time, you had come to understand the language of his quiet affection—the subtle gestures that spoke volumes. You’d spent countless nights wrapped up in his arms, and still, every glance, every small touch, set off sparks that made your stomach flip. There was something addictive about how easily he could make you melt, even after so long and you’ve never felt so safe with someone like with him.

Your eyes flicked to the glass in his hand.

"What does it taste like?" you asked.

Crosshair's eyes slid toward you, and for a moment, he didn't respond. He simply took a slow sip of the whiskey, his lips curling around the rim of the glass as he drank. When he finally set the glass down, his smirk widened, clearly enjoying the game.

"Want to find out?"

You nodded, swallowing as his sharp gaze pinned you in place.

Crosshair stood slowly, his glass in hand, and stopped just inches in front of you. You could feel the soft brush of his breath on your skin, he loomed over you, his dark eyes locking onto yours, the sudden closeness making your pulse race.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low and commanding, his lips brushing your ear. There was no room for argument and the way he looked at you made you feel fuzzy.

Your breath caught, but you obeyed, parting your lips for him and slightly sticking your tongue out. Without breaking eye contact, Crosshair took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the liquid sit on his tongue before leaning in closer. The anticipation made your pulse pound in your ears as he tilted your chin up slightly with his free hand.

Then, he let the whiskey drip from his lips into your open mouth.

The sensation of the warm liquid, the slight burn of the whiskey mixed with something undeniably him, sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing the whiskey deeper into your mouth as he kissed you. The kiss was rough, demanding, and it made your entire body heat up. You whimpered against him, your hands instinctively reaching for his chest plate, trying to find something to hold on to.

When he finally pulled back, his lips hovering just inches from yours, you were breathless.

"You like it?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip.

"Yeah," you breathed, your head spinning from the mix of the whiskey and the taste of him.

"Good," he said simply, his eyes darkening with lust that mirrored your own.

"You want more?" he whispered low and raspy letting his hand drop to your neck.

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t talking about the whiskey.

You felt your pulse pound beneath his fingertips, each second stretching longer as the air between you thickened.

"You know that I always want more," you whispered, trying to hold your voice steady despite the fluttering inside you.

His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make you feel a bit lightheaded, and his smirk widened, dark and possessive.

“And you know that I can never deny you anything,” he rasped.

Before you knew it, Crosshair's hand was on your wrist, pulling you off the barstool and guiding you through the crowded bar with a single purpose in his stride. You didn't ask where he was taking you, it wasn’t the first time you snuck out to fuck somewhere and your body was already responding to the low, steady burn of arousal that had settled deep in your core.

He led you outside into a dark alley behind 79's, the sounds of the bar fading into the background as the cool night air hit your skin. The alley was dimly lit, tucked away from prying eyes, and the moment you were far enough from the crowd, Crosshair pushed you up against the brick wall, his body pressing close against yours.

The cold, hard edges of his armor dug into your skin, but it only added to the thrill, making your heart race even faster. He slipped the straps of your top over your shoulders exposing your chest, your nipples hardened immediately in the cold air.

“So beautiful” he whispered letting his thumbs brush over your tits.

Then his hands slid down your sides, rough and unyielding as they found the hem of your skirt.

With a swift, deliberate motion, he bunched the fabric up around your waist, exposing your legs to the cool air.

"Crosshair," you whispered, your voice a mix of need and anticipation.

He didn't say a word, his fingers hooking into the front of your panties, pushing them aside and sliding through your folds without a warning.

The sudden touch made you gasp, your back arching against the wall as you felt the heat of him between your thighs.

“Mesh’la, you’re soaked and I’ve barely touched you” he rasped hooking and arm under your knee, pinning it against the wall and spreading you open.

You squirmed in his grasp when he began circling your clit and gave it a soft experimental pinch.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice low and rough as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. The command sent a wave of heat through you, and you nodded, gripping the edges of his chest plate for support.

With one quick motion, Crosshair removed his codpiece and freed his cock, the thick length of him hard and ready as he pressed it against your slick entrance. You barely had time to register the feeling before he thrust into you, hard and fast, burying himself deep inside.

A sharp cry escaped your lips at the sudden fullness, the pressure of his cock combined with the hard edges of his armor pressing into your soft skin was overwhelming. Every inch of him stretched you in the best possible way, and the hard plastoid biting into your sensitive inner thighs only heightened the intensity.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice low and strained as he started to move, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. "You're so tight.”

The words, his breath hot against your neck, made you moan as your body responded to every movement, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. You clenched around him, your hands gripping his armor tighter as you gasped for air.

"You like that, don't you?" Crosshair rasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to fuck you, each thrust harder than the last.

"You like being fucked like this, against a wall where anyone can see how good I make you feel."

His words were filthy, but they only made you want him more. You nodded frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence as the pleasure built in your core.

“Use your words babygirl”

"Yes," you finally managed to gasp, your voice breathless and desperate.

"Good," he growled, his hand slipping down to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to him.

The rhythm of his thrusts grew faster, harder, each one hitting deeper inside you, sending you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of his cock filling you, the hard edges of his armor pressing against your skin, the raw, primal need in his voice - it was all too much.

You were close, so close, your body trembling as you clung to him, your hands hurting from how hard you were gripping his chestplate. His hand came up cupping your jaw and you eagerly parted your lips letting him slip two fingers into your mouth.

"Come for me," he growled in your ear, his voice commanding and rough. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

The words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashed over you in waves. Your walls clenched tight around him, squeezing every inch of his cock as he groaned low in his throat.

Before your cries could grow too loud, Crosshair's mouth was on yours again, kissing you hard, his tongue sliding against yours as he swallowed your moans. His other hand stayed firm on your hip, holding you in place as he continued to fuck you through your release, his pace relentless.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the alley was your combined heavy breathing and the slapping of his armor against your skin, your bodies pressed tightly together, Crosshair's lips left yours, his forehead resting against yours.

“You want me to fill you up, make a mess of you?"

You nodded frantically unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Then be a good girl and come for me again” he whispered softly biting your lower lip.

“I…I can’t”

“Yes, you can.”

You immediately started to squirm and whimper when his fingers made contact with your oversensitive clit and his other hand came up to wrap around your throat.

“Cross…no”

“Safeword?”

You shook your head.

“Good.” he growled.

Crosshairs grip on your throat tightened just a bit, the hard plastoid of his vambrace pressing against your overheated skin as his fingers worked between your legs, relentless and precise, his cock still buried to the hilt.

The sound of your ragged breathing echoed in the alley, drowned only by the occasional muffled noise from the club when the doors swung open. You were already so sensitive, your first orgasm having left you shaking, but he wasn't done.

He never was until he had pulled every last ounce of pleasure from you.

He growled against your ear, his hot breath a sharp contrast to the cool night air. His voice was dark and commanding, a tone that left no room for protest.

"You'll come again for me. I want to feel you."

His thumb pressed down on your clit, drawing tight circles that sent white-hot shocks of pleasure straight through your core. You moaned, sliding your arms around his neck for support as the wave of heat began building again, higher and more intense than before. Your body trembled, overwhelmed by sensation, and you couldn't hold back the desperate whimpers spilling from your lips.

"I can feel how close you are. Don't fight it, mesh'la. Let go." he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Your head lolled back against the wall, and you tried to ground yourself, but Crosshair was relentless. His fingers moved faster, harder, and the world around you started to blur. The pleasure was too much, too sharp, and your body began to float, losing all sense of time and space as the sensations overtook you.

His grip on your throat tightened just enough to remind you that he was there, in control, guiding you through it. You tried to push against the intensity, your legs shaking, but Crosshair didn't let up.

"That's it," he cooed, pulling out almost completely an thrusting back in hard, hitting deeper than before.

"You're doing so well for me."

A soft whimper escaped your lips as his fingers worked faster, your body betraying you as the overwhelming pressure built up inside you again. The pleasure was blinding, almost too much, but Crosshair knew exactly how to push you past your limits.

"That's my girl. Come for me," he rasped, his voice pulling you under completely, the pressure of his cock against your cervix and his thumb pressing against your clit, just right, sending you over the edge and the world went white.

You came with a shattered moan, your body convulsing so hard you would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding you up and tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the pleasure ripped through you so intensely it felt like you might break. You gasped for breath, your body a shaking, overstimulated mess as the tears started falling.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you drifted, weightless, completely submerged in the intense euphoria.

For a moment, everything was hazy, the world around you distant, muffled by the overwhelming pleasure. Your body felt light, like you were floating somewhere far away, lost in the aftershocks of your release.

You barely registered the soft groan Crosshair let out as he came with you, his body shuddering as he pressed into you one final time, your still clenching pussy milking him for every last drop. You weren’t responsive for a few moments and didn’t notice he was talking to you, then, slowly, you began to come back to yourself. His strong arms were still holding you up, his chest rising and falling against you. His grip on your throat loosened, replaced by the gentle touch of his fingers on your jaw, guiding your face to his.

"Shh, l've got you," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle contrast to the harshness of before. His lips brushed against your temple, his breath warm and reassuring.

"You're safe. I'm here."

You blinked, still dazed, as he kissed away the tears you hadn't realized were still falling. His hands cradled your face, soft and tender now, as he pressed kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.

"You did so well for me," he whispered, his voice thick with praise. "So perfect."

Your body was still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure making your limbs feel heavy and uncoordinated, but Crosshair was there, steady and unwavering.

He pulled you into his chest, holding you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He rocked you gently, his chin resting on the top of your head as he whispered soft reassurances.

"You're okay," he said softly, his voice grounding you, pulling you back from the floaty haze you had drifted into.

"I've got you, mesh'la. Just breathe for me.”

You buried your face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you slowly came back down, your mind still foggy but beginning to clear. His hand moved up and down your back in soothing strokes, his other hand brushing through your hair as he slowly and carefully pulled out of you.

You felt his spend trickling down your legs and the feeling made you shudder but after a while, your breathing steadied, the weight of reality slowly settling back in as you clung to him. He quickly tugged himself into his blacks, securing his codpiece back in place before he pulled you back against his chest again.

Crosshair didn't rush you, just held you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline, his hands never stopping their soft caresses.

"Crosshair..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his sharp features softened with concern.

"I'm right here," he said, his thumb brushing away the last of the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes. "You with me?"

His other hand gently cupped your face, guiding you to meet his gaze.

You blinked, still hazy but slowly coming out of the fog.

"Yeah... I'm here."

You nodded weakly, still feeling the warmth of his arms around you, his presence calming the last of the aftershocks. He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart swell.

"There's my girl," he said softly, and the tenderness in his voice nearly undid you all over again. He kissed you then, slow and sweet, his lips lingering against yours.

"You did so well, mesh'la. So good for me." His eyes searched yours, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Didn't mean to push you that far, out here," he admitted softly.

He pulled you tighter against his chest, holding you like you were the most important thing in the galaxy.

You leaned into him, nuzzling into his neck, feeling the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. His scent was grounding and he held you like that for a while, not saying a word, just keeping you close, letting you find your footing again. Every time you shifted or trembled, he would murmur soft reassurances, his hands never leaving your skin.

When you finally felt steady again, you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a small, tired smile.

Crosshair's eyes were soft, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he couldn't bear to let you go.

"I love you, mesh'la." he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Love you too Cross”

He gently pulled away from you, giving you one last soft kiss on the lips before he reached into one of the pockets of his belt. He pulled out a small cloth, using it to carefully clean you up, his touch still gentle and attentive. His fingers brushed your thighs, your skin still sensitive from the intense pleasure, but he was nothing but tender, making sure you were comfortable.

"Didn't mean to end our night out like this," he murmured apologetically as he wiped away the mess between your legs. "But I think it's better we head back to the Marauder. Don't want to take you back into 79's like this."

You gave him a small, tired smile.

"It's okay. I wanted it. But you’re right, I would prefer a cozy blanket and some cuddles over 79’s"

"Let's get you home," he said, his voice firm but soft as he helped you adjust your clothes.

Once everything was back in place, he reached for his comm and activated the link to Hunter.

It didn't take long before Hunter's voice came through, crackling with the background noise of the bar.

"Crosshair, where are you two? What's going on? We’ve been waiting for you."

Crosshair hesitated for a split second, glancing down at you in his arm. His worry was still there, but he tried to keep his tone calm.

"We're outside, we’re heading back to the Marauder.”

Hunter's voice grew a little sharper.

"Karkin’ hell Crosshair, what did you do?"

Crosshair let out a soft huff, but it wasn't his usual cocky attitude. He was still holding you, his hand stroking your arm soothingly.

"Everything is fine. Just... need to take care of her. I'm bringing her back home."

There was a pause on the other end before Hunter's voice came back, more insistent this time.

"You better let me hear that from her."

Crosshair glanced at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek reassuringly. You leaned closer to the comm, your voice still a little soft but steady.

"I'm okay, Hunter. I just... I need some rest. Crosshair is taking good care of me."

Hunter sighed, but he sounded satisfied.

"All right then. See you later, we’ll bring some food for you."

“Thank you Hunter.”

With the comm off, Crosshair turned his attention fully back to you. He gently brushed his fingers through your hair again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Think you can walk?"

You nodded and tried to stand on your own, but your legs were wobbly beneath you, after a few small steps they gave in.

Crosshair caught you, holding you tightly against his chest and before you could protest he was back on the com.

“Tech…” the com crackled.

“Yes?”

“No questions, just pick us up outside 79’s”

“Affirmative. Hunter already let me know you’d be coming back. I think I don’t even want to know what you did this time. I”ll be there in 5 minutes.”

You giggled glancing up at Crosshair who was smiling too.

He gave you a soft kiss filled with all the love he held for you.

“Hot shower and cuddles?” he asked scooping you up to carry you to the pickup point.

“Sounds good” you sighed happily and still a bit floaty.

No one has ever made you feel the way he did.

[nevadancitizen]

-> PROLOGUE: THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA

synopsis: you meet with a mysterious woman on an old californian dock.

word count: ~850

ships: Arthur Morgan/modern!Reader, Van der Linde Gang & Reader

notes: inspired by @heart-of-gold-outlaw !! go read their modern reader fic i really like it. also we'll be getting into the actual time travel stuff after this teaser lololol :3

THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA MASTERLIST

It’s a bracing, misty evening – supposed to be spring, but doesn’t feel like it. The waves are choppy and the gulls are huddled on the pylons with their beaks tucked under their wings, their feathers ruffling in the cold wind. 

Three hulking great ships, all freighters, are tied up on the beat-up dock. This isn’t one of those fashionable wharfs with dockworker unions or passenger liners – no pretty girls on their balconies, clinking champagne flutes to celebrate the start of the cruise. Just a couple of red-faced salts in pea jackets tramping by, trailing cigarette smoke, boots crunching on dried-up gull shit.

They spare you glances as they pass by, surely wondering what you were doing here in the early hours of the morning. Were you waiting for someone to get off work? Were you waiting for a drug deal? Or were you just admiring the way the waves spray water onto the dock?

(In reality, it was none of those. You’re waiting on something much worse.)

A woman, sleek and modern in style and rugged and worn in looks, approaches you. She has a quiet intensity about her — something about the way she squints against the ocean spray mixed with the permanent-looking scowl on her face. 

She tilts her head toward you, and you nod. You walk towards her and meet her halfway, leaning in close on her insistence. 

“You’re the one in need?” She asks softly. You just barely hear her over the waves crashing against the dock.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, just as soft. “It’s my sister’s daughter. My eleven-year-old niece. She’s… she’s in a really bad way.”

“What does she need?” The woman asks. 

“A pancreas,” you say. “She’s got acute recurrent pancreatitis. There aren’t a lot of affordable child-sized organs lying around. God knows I’ve turned not just California, but the entire Mojave upside-down trying to find one. I’ve called hospitals in Arizona, Nevada, even New Mexico. I – I’m not asking you to kill a child! I just… I need the money for the operation. It’ll put her on the waiting list, and… once we show the hospital we have the money, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Somehow.”

The woman narrows her eyes. “Why don’t you just take out a loan? Or take on debt?”

“I can’t,” you say. “None of us can. I foreclosed on my last house. My sister has thousands of dollars in credit card debt, counting all the interest. Please, just trust me when I say I need this money. I don’t think anyone has nearly half a million dollars in their junk drawer. If I did, why would I be here, asking you for it?”

The woman looks you over and tucks her jacket closer around her. The outline of a gun at her hip becomes glaringly obvious – she wants you to notice it.

“Ma’am, I’m begging you.” You clasp your hands together as tight as you can. “I come from a family of deadbeats and addicts. I was an addict myself, and I quit just to save money for her operation, but it’s just not enough. I need this money. I won’t misappropriate these funds – won’t use them to pay off other debts, won’t use them for drugs. Just… please, miss.”

The woman holds up her hand. “Stop groveling.”

What the fuck else am I supposed to do?! You shout in your head. I need money, and you’ve got the money! My niece is going to fucking die if I don’t get it!

Instead, you just nod politely and put your hands behind your back. “Yes, ma’am. My apologies. I’m sure you can understand my desperation.”

“Uh-huh,” the woman hums. “I can get you the money. Just give me your banking details and I can wire it to you.” 

You pull out a pre-prepared index card with your bank information written down. The woman checks that it has your full name, address, account number, and routing number before speaking again.

“Do you have life insurance?” She asks, as if offhandedly.

“Uh, yes?” You say, unsure. “It won’t come out to a lot, so I couldn’t have an “accident” at work. Maybe just under 200,000 dollars? Nowhere near enough to cover her operation.”

The woman hums and tucks the card into her pocket. “I’ll get you the money.”

“Thank you so, so much,” you say. “You have no idea what this means to me – no idea what you’ve done for me and my family.”

“I have some idea.” The woman’s hand lingers at her waist. It takes you a few seconds too long to notice that –

A loud sound. A raging pain. The bullet hit something vital, but doesn’t grant you the mercy of dying in that instant. 

You stagger back, holding yourself. “What…”

“You’re dumber than you look,” the woman says, her voice fading in and out. “I’m just helping your family.”

You inhale shakily and take a step back. There’s a sense of falling, and something cold surrounds you, but you can’t make out much of anything in this condition. 

The last thing you think before the black takes you? It’s May. Who the fuck gets shot in May?

[animesimp-writes]

YO, YO, YO! (Billy referred.) Hope your having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night Mel! Could you write a Luffy x fem! Reader fic? Like They're making jokes on the deck of the thousand sunny while the rest of the crew is asleep, and Luffy calls Y/N pretty and stuff, and then confesses, saying that Robin and Nami told him he was in love with her after describing how he felt about Y/N?

If you don't want to write it, thats okay (bc I dont know if you write for other fandoms) but stay safe and stay hydrated! :)

-Anon <3

# Summary ; Late one night aboard the Thousand Sunny, Y/N and Luffy find themselves alone, sharing jokes and laughter under the stars. As the conversation takes a sincere turn, Luffy surprises Y/N by telling her she's pretty and confessing that Nami and Robin pointed out he might be in love with her. Realizing his feelings are true, Y/N admits she feels the same, if not more. Before she can fully express herself, Luffy kisses her, sealing their mutual affection with a sweet and tender moment.

# Notes ; Heyy!! I LOVE One Piece, its my favorite anime for years <3 It's my first time writing a fic instead of headcanons ON TUNBLR so I'll do my best :D Also, yes, I am writing for other fandoms, so please don't be shy to request. And sorry for being away for so long, I just needed some time for school and I honestly forgot about this account and had to study since I'm going to high school in a few months. Wish me luck!!

Late at night, the Thousand Sunny drifted peacefully under a blanket of stars. The gentle rocking of the ship kept the Straw Hat Pirates lulled in a deep sleep. Everyone, that is, except for Luffy and you.

You were sitting next to him on the deck, the night air cool against your skin. The only sounds around were the occasional creaks of the ship and the soft lapping of the ocean against the hull.

"Y/N, you know, I think I could eat a thousand meat skewers in one sitting!" Luffy said with a wide grin, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Luffy, I believe you could do it. But how would you even fit that much food in your stomach?"

He laughed, the sound warm and carefree, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. The way he made everything seem so simple and joyful was one of the many things you loved about him. For what seemed like hours, the two of you exchanged jokes, stories, and silly banter. Luffy was on a roll, saying the most random things to keep you laughing. But as you waited for him to crack another joke, his expression softened. His gaze settled on you, and the intensity in his eyes caught you off guard.

"You're really pretty, Y/N," Luffy said suddenly, his voice quiet, but sincere.

You blinked, a little taken aback by the shift in tone. "W-What?" you stammered, feeling your cheeks warm as you processed his words. "Why would you say that all of a sudden?"Luffy rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confident demeanor now tinged with something more thoughtful. "Well, Nami and Robin were talking to me the other day. They said that when I described how I feel about you, it means I’m in love with you. And I think they’re right… 'cause I’m always thinking about you, and I like being around you more than anyone else."

Your heart skipped a beat. Hearing those words from Luffy, who was always so focused on his adventures and dreams, made your chest tighten with happiness. You glanced down at your hands, fidgeting nervously, trying to find the right words to tell him that you felt the same way. "Luffy, I… I feel the same," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe even more than you could imagine..."

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a gentle touch on your chin. Luffy had leaned in closer, lifting your head with his hand. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. Without another word, Luffy closed the distance between you, pressing his lips softly against yours. The kiss was simple, sweet, and filled with all the emotions you both had been holding back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss, your heart racing in your chest.

When he finally pulled away, Luffy's smile was the brightest you'd ever seen. "I think I like kissing you too," he said with a chuckle.

You giggled, your cheeks flushed, feeling a mixture of joy and relief. "Me too, Luffy… me too."

GAHHH!! I loved it so much, hope you guys do to! If you want more like this, drop a request in my "Ask Me Anything" hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your day, bye! <3

[kaciebello]

Million-dollar idea

Masterlist Money mail ☼ Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (fem) Summary What else is there to do during summer when you can do everything?  Warnings: no use of y/n Authors note: Haiya! Are you ready for an adventure? word count: 1k Song: Chapel - Madilyn Mei

Summer had rolled around and the kids had nothing to do. No exams to study for, no papers to research, and absolutely no homework. During the school year, that may sound like a paradise. However, the young mind works in mysterious ways.

It has only been a week and the group of teenagers are bored out of their minds. They feel like they have done all the summer activities possible. They have been swimming in the lake that's on the back of the Berkshire property. They have started two water balloon wars, one on brooms. Their summer bucket list has been all checked off and it feels like there is nothing for them to do. Bucketlist they put together because none of them wanted to study for any of their exams. Some, looking at you Mattheo, put down skinny dipping. While others have simply said they wish to bake pizza one night. They even came up with a rotation of the houses they would frequent. Anything but studying for the exams

Lazing around the Berkshire backyard, the kids could be seen basking in the sun. A couple of icy drinks sitting down in the shade, although the ice is melting as fast as it would on the sun. The two Theos were engaging in their 5th game of Uno, neither of them having the right color to put down. Blaise, sitting in a chair with his knees tucked underneath his chin, has been rereading the same chapter of the book since lunch because he always gets distracted. Lorenzo was sitting on a lounge chair he and his girlfriend not so shamelessly claimed as their own. He was watching the said girl, standing above sleeping Draco who had passed out in the sun. She was putting a ridiculously thick layer of sunscreen on his face. He squirmed from time to time but nothing that could stop the girl from doing her job. He turned to his phone, having not checked it since this morning. His only notification being a school email with gibberish that was probably sent by professor McGonagall. She has always been fascinated by keyboards.

An excited sound leaves Matteo as he tries to get everyone's attention, seeming to give up on his game of uno with fifteen cards in hand.

“Come look at this!” He urges everyone on. Turning his phone around for everyone to see.

“A bouncy castle?” Blaise says after yet again putting his book down and coming closer to his friends. Mattheo nods at his question. They all lean closer to look at his phone.

“ Not just any bouncing castle, a water one. We could use one in this heat.” He argues back. The teens could only agree. With nothing to do, a water bouncy castle would cure their boredom for like a week.

“Why do you have Amazon on your phone?” The girl asks.

“Does it matter?”

“No, I'm just curious.”

“Curiosity killed a cat.”

“ I am not McGonagall.”

“Yada yada yada, how much is it?” Blaise chimes in. Mattheo shrugs. Seemingly haven't gotten the information yet. The girl just sighs and lifts her hand, slowly her fingers touches the screen and scrolls down a bit.

£8,000.

“ Oh…” she goes to say something but Theodore cuts her off.

“ 8k galleons? Damn that's nothing, I could afford like 16 of them.” Lightbulb goes off in Matteo's head. It's true. It's true, they all come from wealthy families. If they really wanted to, they could probably rent a cruise ship just for themselves, and it would brearley make a dent in any of their pockets.

“ We buy like 16 and make a water park!”

“Guys-” “ we can buy multiple variants!”

“Guys-” “ we can each have one where we can sleep and stuff!”

“Guys-” “ Although the princess over here will probably share one with Enzo.”

“Guys!” Silence falls upon them as they turn their attention to her. Only angry murmurs from Draco can be heard in the background as he rolls to his side finally facing away from the sun. She gently takes the phone from Matteo and points to the number again.

“ It says pounds, not galleons.” She pointa out.

“ Well how much is that in galleons?” Says Theodore.

“ I don't know.”

“ Look it up.”

“That's the thing. I don't think you can exchange galleons for pounds.” She says slowly. So slow that the guys feel like she's ripping their heart out. Taking her word for it, Enzo turns to his friends.

“ Where the fuck are we supposed to get 8k?” He's met with disappointment and tears.

“ I know!” The girl chimes up, rather than going cheery for their current situation. With question marks on their faces, the boys await their solution.

“ We get a summer job.” Sheer determination in her voice, she's met with silence. She looks down at the boys and sees a bunch of awkward faces, desperately trying to avoid Any form of eye contact.

“ Oh come on guys!” She whined and sits down next to them. Blaise sucks on a breath before talking.

“Ah fuck it, what else is there to do.” Je says and puts his hand in the middle, waiting for the other to join him. The girl smiles and follows his lead. Soon the others join. Together making a silent pack, over the summer, they will manage to get £8.000. And when they threw their hand in the air, the faith of this summer was sealed.

—

A loud slap echoed in the backyard. Draco could only jerk awake and try to crawl away from the assault that just happened to his thigh. Above him stood Theodore, red hand almost as much as the mark it left on Draco's thigh.

“ What the fuck man??” He squeaks out, a look of disgust thrown at his friend.

“ Get up loser, we're going working.”

Next Chapter

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[the-s1lly-corner]

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

Sir Pentious.

i’m sorry i legit can’t come up with anything 😭

uhhh maybe head rest (unless you’ve done that already)? or anything that’s gotta do with affectionate stuff? sir pentious is always a neat muse for that prompt

You can relax my Friend (Sir Pentious x Reader)

Obligatory I stole the title from open arms from the epic muscle GRUH I LOVE THE EPIC MUSICAL RAAAAAH

Prompt: Role reversal! Sir Pentiour rests his head on you! He's been stuck in his ship for a few days working on some gadget and he finally crawls out

Notes: reader is GN, can be read as crushing or early established relationship, overworked pentious... very sleepy... you're both in hell

CWs: none

Word count: 1320

Dark rings hung under once bright red eyes as Pentious let his body sink into the loveseat next to you. For the first time in a few days, he had finally left his ship in order to socialize with the other hotel residents… however, not much socializing would be done given his current state. 

He looked rough. His hat rested skewed to one side on his head and the hood on his head was completely slack against his back. It didn’t even perk up when you had greeted him at the door like it usually did. He sounded terrible, too. Words came out slow and hardly connected with one another to form sentences. 

Despite this, he insisted that he was going to get back to making… whatever it was- it was hard to figure out what he was trying to say to you. The only words that you could make out were him saying he was just going to rest next to you for a while. That the loveseat was better than slithering into bed because it would be harder to fully fall asleep.

You couldn’t lie. You felt pity for him, or at least felt his exhaustion for yourself. You’ve been there yourself on a few occasions. 

His head falls forward, neck going slack as he grumbles something. A hand shoots to the brim of his hat to try to secure it. He leans backwards onto the loveseat to try to keep himself upright, only to slide to the side and come to a rest on your shoulder. 

It only takes him a second to snap awake and separate himself away from you, eyes now widened as large as saucers as he tried to stammer out apologies in a hardly coherent slur. 

“I’m sorry I- I- Didn’t” He began, words rerouting several times as he failed to commit to one thought. 

You put your hand up to silence him and he does so.

“It’s okay Pen,” You give him a soft smile before it quickly fades. He was still… dead tired, the shock would wear off soon enough and he would be worse than he was before. Without giving it much thought, you shift your shoulder closer to him. “You can lean on me if you want… I doubt I’m not as comfortable as your bed upstairs but it’s better than having your head lean over the back of the couch,” 

He blinks- slowly, sleep forcing his eyes to close one at a time. 

Finally, for the first time in a few days his hood rose just a few inches. The action looked like it took so much out of him, it only stopped around the middle of his back.

“I couldn’t,” He shook his head.

“I won’t force you, but I’d prefer you to rest your head on something… why not get a pillow?” 

Thin pupils dart between your face, your shoulder, and the floor. The sinner takes his hat off and sets it in his lap. He’s considering your offer, very seriously it seems given how his fingers stress the hat’s grim. Claws threaten to pierce through the material, the eye of the hat staring right back at him with the same tired look he had. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall in the lobby. 

“Promise you’ll wake me up in an hour?” He says. His voice sounded so… small… hesitant, almost. He was admitting defeat and finally putting his bodily needs over whatever project he had committed himself to this time. Even if just for a little while. 

You nod, and offer your shoulder to him again. He takes it this time, though each movement is not as calculated as he can get himself. He doesn’t lean into you with his entire body and his head is nearly set at a rigid ninety degree angle instead of letting his head naturally fall into you. It felt uncomfortable to you, and you’d assume it was the same for him. 

You shift closer to him and you can feel his cold body stiffen against you and gently pull away. “It’s okay… you can get as comfortable as you want with me… you can even put your head in my lap if you really want to,” You said, though the last part was… only partly a tease. He relaxed as a shy chuckle slipped through his fangs. “I wouldn’t…” He mumbled, something else was said under his breath that you didn’t quite catch due to his voice slurring and his face being squished into you. You decide to not ask him to repeat himself, seeing as he was rapidly succumbing to his condition. 

You look to the clock. It was only about two in the afternoon. Pentious was to be awakened at three. 

He’s already falling asleep next to you, his eyes all struggling to remain open; even the eyes on his body were fluttering between being opened and closed. You felt his jaw working against you, but no discernible words let themselves be heard. Knowing him, it could be anything from trying to dot down some last details in his mind that he needs to remember for his project, or he was trying to tell you something about the current position you were both in. You simply tune the motions out as you snake your free arm to the side of the couch to grab your jacket, then drape it over the both of you, making sure that the bulk of it was laid over the sinner. 

Allowing your own body to sink into the material of the loveseat, you let your own headrest backwards… what a hypocrite you were, getting onto Pentious for leaning his head back and yet here you were. It doesn’t matter if no one else was here to see it, you decided. Besides, it allowed for more room for your company. There wasn’t any harm in that, right? 

You wrap an arm around Pentious to keep him secure against you. He shifted slightly deeper against you, now fully asleep. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, tail coiled and stuck slightly between the floor and the couch to keep people from tripping up on it as they passed through.

For a moment you vaguely wonder what the others would think seeing the two of you huddled together on the couch in the lobby, but you find yourself not caring all that much. What did it matter what they thought? This didn’t really concern them. 

You click your teeth together and adjust your head to look down at Pentious. Your jaw stops, and relaxes. This wasn’t so bad, he was a peaceful sleeper. His cool body felt nice against your own, but you were sure that would change as he sapped the warmth from you. That didn’t sound too terrible, either. 

You glance at the clock one more time as you let your own body relax deeper into your space… Maybe you could get away with letting Pentious sleep for longer than the hour he had requested… Perhaps he wouldn’t mind it that much. 

Your face comes forward, and you rest your head against the top of his head. Not enough to push or crush it but enough to settle and leave you both in a decent position. 

The hood was smooth, but you could still feel the scales against your skin. They were hardly noticeable, though… Perhaps they were smoother in general, or maybe you were drifting off into your own nap as you made yourself more and more comfortable for the upcoming hour (or more) of rest. 

The only thing that really mattered to you was that you had finally convinced Sir Pentious to go to sleep after being gone for the better part of a week… if you were lucky you may be able to convince him to eat a real meal when you both woke up...

[thosewickedlovelies]

it's where I belong

Summary: Rancher Boy!Javier Peña’s queer awakening

Tags: bisexual Javier Peña (although his identity is not explicitly stated); the bartender ships it; javier peña x OMC

Words: 1,937

Note: Title (and general inspo for this installment) is taken from the song Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. You don't have to read the rest of Rancher Boys for this to make sense, but you should bc it's great 😌 Happy pride :)

Masterlist

Once, Javier Peña walked into a bar in June.

It wasn’t that kind of bar. Or at least, he hadn’t thought it was. But looking around, he noticed a lot of people who seemed…sparkly, somehow. And affectionate. And there, on the back wall by the pool tables, hung a large, rainbow-striped flag, fluttering over the bricks.

“Can I get you anything?” A bartender appeared in his line of sight.

Javier tore his gaze from the flag.

“Whiskey, on the rocks.”

The bartender adjusted her cutoff flannel while the card machine booted up. It was tied beneath her chest, and the edges of a tattoo snaked along her ribs, the finer details blending into skin darker than Javi’s.

As Javi took out his card, he started, “Is this a…a bar for…”

Lord only knew what he thought he was trying to say. Thankfully, the bartender took pity on him. “A gay bar?”

“…Yeah.”

“Not explicitly. ‘We’re friendly to all’,” the woman quoted pointedly. She pushed a coaster toward him with that very declaration stamped beneath a depiction of a familiar sign. Friendly’s, read the green neon loops- the same as the ones above the door he’d entered through.

Ah.

“We just like to make sure everyone knows.” Her head tilted. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” Javier said.

After a beat, the bartender relaxed. “There’s not usually this much rainbow stuff in here. But we always go big for pride month.”

“Pride month?” Belatedly, Javi recalled the rainbow logos and merchandise that he’d noticed appearing over the past few days. Because it was…June? “Oh.”

The bartender had stepped back to dry some clean glasses. Now she smiled slightly, turning to face him. “You new in town?”

From a booth near the pool table, several voices rose in chorus with a soulful pop song playing from the speakers. Five sets of masculine shoulders swayed; they exhibited not a shred of self-consciousness. The bartender sent them a fond look.

“Temporarily. I’m here for a few weeks on business, with my pa.” Javi sipped his whiskey, the burn a warm, familiar comfort.

“Workin’ hard, then,” she deadpanned.

Before Javier could reply, her face softened, all her attention diverted to a second woman that had appeared beside him, leaning over the bar. Her black sequined top let out a spill of cleavage that Javi quickly averted his gaze from.

“Hola, mi amor,” the second woman cooed.

“Hola, nena.” The bartender set down her work and met the woman over the bar top with a lingering kiss.

“Puedo tomar una bebida? Tengo mucho sed,” the woman purred. Can I have a drink? I’m so thirsty. But it wasn’t any of the bottles behind the bar that claimed her attention. Her eyes danced up and down the bartender’s body, gleaming.  

She angled Javi a sharp, appraising glance. Javi met her gaze, then deliberately looked away, sipping his drink. Satisfied, she sat back on her stool.

The bartender, after extracting another kiss from the woman, brought her a glass of something clear and full of ice, and Javier listened to them talk. About their days, about their friend’s new cat, about what to have for dinner tomorrow. They sounded like every other couple Javier had ever known. They could have been Steve and Connie, if Steve and Connie knew anyone who would adopt a hairless cat or complained about gringos clogging up their favorite taco place.

Two of the men in the booth embraced when the song they’d been singing ended. One of their friends threw a fry at them, dramatically lamenting his own singlehood. Javi looked down and swirled the ice cube remaining in his glass, feeling simultaneously alone and strangely reluctant to leave.

The bartender reappeared in front of him. “Another whiskey?”

Clearing his throat, Javier straightened. “No, I shouldn’t. Thank you.” He made to stand and don his sunglasses

“Come back anytime. A lot of nice people come in this time of year.”

Javi gave a nod to her and then to her partner. The woman smiled in return, and Javier left the rainbow flags rippling behind him.

—

Twice, Javier Peña walked into a bar in June.

It wasn’t that kind of bar, but you wouldn’t know it looking around. The place was full of bubbly, happy people of every appearance on the gender spectrum, and some off the spectrum besides. Rainbow was too limited of a word to describe the variety of colors on flags.

All the same, it felt…relaxed. Homey. Pool balls cracked from a trio of tables. Too-big groups squashed into booths, giggling over knocked elbows and pressed-together thighs. Dancing broke out sporadically, the odd couple swaying alone or groups unable to resist the combination of the music playing and the contents of their glasses.

“Oye, whiskey boy!” The bartender Javi had met before popped up behind the counter in front of him. “Nice to see you again. The same on the rocks?”

Tonight she could have been mistaken for a college bartender, in a t-shirt snipped and tied to within an inch of its life. Glitter streaked her long black braids. Javier couldn’t help but wonder if her more feminine partner had had a hand in either statement. Tonight the bartender’s eyes were wide and bright, as if absorbing the energy in the bar and reflecting it back.

“Just a beer, thanks.”

Javi found a stool near the end of the bar, bottle in hand. He didn’t really have a plan of any kind. He could, technically, take someone back to his hotel room, but he didn’t relish the thought of his [pops] potentially seeing them leave tomorrow morning. He wasn’t in the market to make friends. His usual play was to nurse a few drinks while people-watching alone, but somehow that felt…wrong, here.

Or maybe it was Javier who was wrong. This place sure felt like a gay bar tonight, and he didn’t really have a place in one of those. Everyone else seemed to have friends and lovers and grins on their faces. What was he doing here, besides bringing the mood down with his brooding?

“You’re looking at that bottle like it’s about to break your heart.”

Javier looked up (and up, and up) at a man with desert-blond hair sticking out from under a Texas A&M ballcap. He was good-looking, Javi supposed, and dressed pretty normally if you didn’t count the sinfully tight fit of his shirt. He might have been one of few people in the bar besides Javi himself who didn’t have rhinestones somewhere on their person. Fine lines were just visible at the corners of his eyes, so it might have been his rangy build- or maybe the openness of his smile- that made him look young.

All of Javi's dependable wittiness seemed to have fled. His mouth quirked by muscle memory. “Nah, beer’s about the only thing that hasn’t broken my heart,” Javi tried.

The younger man laughed. “Can I get you another one, then?”

And so Javi allowed himself to be drawn into conversation with the man. Jason, his name was. The bartender gave him a friendly nod as she deposited their drinks- he must have been a regular here. It was nice, talking to someone- about himself, about Jason, about nothing at all. This kind of…companionship, however brief it would end up being, was something Javier hadn’t realized he’d been missing.

He relaxed into it. Into the comfortable, friendly atmosphere of the bar. Javi wasn’t blind. He saw the admiration in the younger (for he was indeed slightly younger) man’s eyes, heard the comments that tiptoed just this side of flirtatious. He didn’t discourage it. Why would he? It felt like it’d been a damn long time since Javier had been so enjoyed.

And he found himself enjoying Jason in return. There was a warmth, an awareness prickling in Javi’s chest that he recognized. It spread the longer they sat and talked, sparked in his fingers, the ends of his hair. It felt like…something loosening in him. Some knot unraveling that he hadn’t ever acknowledged was there.

As the night wound down, though- as their knees bumped and their laughter came warmer- Javier felt the knot drawing tighter again. He came to a decision. Quickly, gruffly, he confessed: he’d never done this before. He hadn’t set out find someone like this, didn’t want Jason to feel used- but Javi did want him. Had he mentioned that part?

As Javi half-stood from his stool, breathing hard, mouth dry, Jason’s look of surprise melted into something else. He placed his hand on Javi’s knee. Jason’s warm smile set fire to Javier, and the knot in his chest turned to ash and flaked away.  

—

There was more than one knot to his fears, Javier would discover. There was a whole web, intricately tangled and connected to subjects he would have never imagined. Some of the knots he picked at thoroughly, taking the time to smooth every kink (ahem) in their connecting cords. Some, he would realize, during the course of his research, were actually stupid, and these he excised without a second thought. Others, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to undo completely.

But that was for future-Javi to worry about. Present-Javi was tangled in much more pleasant things, like bedsheets and Jason’s unexpectedly strong arms. They spent many long, long nights together over the next few weeks. A few mornings, too, making Chucho raise his eyebrows upon seeing his son dash back through the hotel to shower, shirt buttoned askew and sweat still gleaming on his neck. 

It was a dizzying fling. But Jason was a good teacher, and Javi had never been one to shy from a challenge. By the end he’d have Jason flush-faced and gasping, making jokes like “my best student” and “Remind me to bring you a gold star next time”.

Javi didn’t remind him, of course, and Jason didn’t bring any gold stars.

He brought something else.

“I got you a present,” he said, and Javi did a double take.

“What?”

“I mean, it’s just a little thing, they sell them everywhere during pride month, and I just thought…” Jason shrugged, fidgeting bashfully, and held out his hand.

In it sat a small pin in the shape of a waving flag. Its rainbow stripes were unmistakable. Javi stared at it, his throat constricting. Slowly, he took it from Jason’s palm, the metal cool against his fingertips.

“You got me a pride pin.”

“You don’t have to wear it, or put it anywhere visible, obviously. I just thought…to remember me by. To remember yourself by.” Jason looked up from under his lashes then. Whatever else Javier took from their time together, Jason wanted him to remember the significant conversations they’d had.

Emotion swelled unexpectedly in Javier’s chest. He reached out, wrapped his fingers in Jason’s hair, and tugged him closer. Jason accepted his kiss with a sigh of pleasure, and they spent the next several minutes memorizing each other’s taste, the feel of their bodies pressed together, warm and firm.

Finally they parted, lips swollen, breath mingling. “Thank you,” Javier said, voice rough. “I’ll remember.”

He didn’t wear the pin. But he put it in his pocket, and it gave him a little jolt every time the edges poked him.

–

Their paths didn't cross again. But Javi takes the rainbow pin with him everywhere he travels, and on a ranch in Tennessee, he takes it out and studies it. He thinks of a man, and a woman, and another flag striped in red, blue, and black.

Thanks for reading :) ♥️♥️

Dividers by strangergraphics

[cutely-inserts-my-opinion]

Everything I've seen is pretty laughable, im gonna be honest

Welcome to the biased (its a lie im supporting everyone there's no bias) tsams/tsbs confession blog! Don't worry, I post everyone's asks (that don't break the rules), but I'll aggressively agree to opinions I agree with, and possibly rant about this along with you if you wish.

You can call me just the mod, or Icarus/I. Either works. (E IS RUNNING THE BLOG RN!!! I'm the artist! Icarus isn't feeling well so I'm in charge!)

(I would like to note that this is not a roleplay blog! Yes, I do roleplay with my character named Pandora, but it isn't the main focus of the blog. All the roleplay stuff is congregated here: @the-sister-dimension, please go there if you want to send asks to Pandora! This blog is for confessions!)

We of course do have some rules here, PLEASE READ ALL OF THEM and please follow them:

No aphobia, albeism, homophobia, racism, etc. God why do I even have to say this anymore? I know some of these can be a thin line, so I'll be the final judge if it crosses the line. (Please dont call characters sociopaths/psychopaths just because you don't like them)

Please don't argue in the reblogs or comments please. You may politely debate, but please do not fight

DONT HARASS ANYONE! God that should go without saying

No talking about drama. No talking about the Solarnexus drama, or the harassment. This is supposed to be a more positive blog, and while you can talk about fictional characters negatively, you can't tall about real people.

No mentioning or vagueing about people for negative reasons. Yes, that includes the other biased confession blog.

However, you can mention/vague about people for positive reasons! You're allowed to rant about blogs, stories, aus, etc. You like! (Please tell me if you want me to tag the person or not when you mention them!)

This blog is meant to be more positive, but you are allowed to rant about negative things, I get needed to vent frustration out. Just please do it in moderation. Again, this is meant to be a more positively leaning confession blog

You can talk about aus, fics, ships, blogs, art, characters, etc.!! Please, tell me your favorite ships and your headcanons for them! Recommend fics (though you need to say the rating so I can know if it's explicit or not!)!! Tell me about your favorite blogs! I love the positivity

Sigh. Yes, you can be horny on here. Yes, you can cuss. Please dont take it too far though, I dont need to get banned good lord.

You can post Tsams, laes, eaps, and masm confessions on here! And other tsbs confessions ig- I dont know much about the other shows though

I'm allowed to not post any post I'm uncomfortable with or feel breaks the rules.

Enjoy confessing!!!

[moodymisty]

hi !! congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!! :D 💜

I saw the "accidentally saying a pet name" and I was immediately intrigued how that would go with Crosshair and Hunter if you're willing? :0 or just with Cross if it's to 1 character, I'm sorry if I confused smth HDJAHKF

SFW if possible? i just need smth cute atm aa

again congrats and I hope you're doing okay !💜💜

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you so much!! I don't know if I deserve it, but I'm so happy that people enjoy my stuff! And no you didn't get anything confused, lets give Hunter and Crossy some love.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Both pre-order 66

✦ Hunter ✦

You don't know why out of every thing you've done- Every hill you've climbed, stairs ascended and rocky path treaded, this one goddamn seam on the gangplank of the Marauder always manages to get you.

It's made you trip up multiple times, once so even ending up face planted in the dirt right in front of everyone else. Up or down it never fails to catch the toe of your boot, the moment you don't consciously remember to lift your feet up higher to avoid it.

"Are you all coming anytime soon?"

Wrecker groans, rolling his eyes when he realizes everyone isn't right behind him. He complains about feeling like he's starving, Crosshair and Tech both telling him to can it as they join him outside. That just leaves you and Hunter for last, having taken the longest to get ready.

The two of you walk out of the ship mostly side by side, and in your excitement to get some food, you fail to once again remember that little lip of metal that always trips you up. It catches the toe of your shoe and sends you flying forward, attempting to stumble and catch yourself.

Hunter jolts forward and grabs you at the waist, skidding forward slightly after catching you. Your hands are partly held outwards and you'd been prepared to catch your own fall, but Hunter's strong grip stops you halfway down.

"Woah, easy there sweetheart," He says the moment you have your feet under your center of gravity again. His hands grip your stomach and waist, the fabric of your top bunching and pulling awkwardly.

However you can feel the moment he realizes what surprisingly intimate word has slipped from his lips, removing his arms from you the second you have your bearings about you. He lets out a small cough.

"I, Uh..."

His eyes glance away from you, but when they look back, you're smiling.

"Thanks for the save, Hunter." He can feel his brothers eyes on him, even as he nods at you and attempts to hide the way his face feels a little hot.

✦ Crosshair ✦

If there is one thing consistent about Crosshair, it's that he always loves to call you names. Things like 'princess', illuding to your demands for specific things. Like wishing they'd pick up after themselves, or for the Marauder to not smell like bottled, concentrated 'man'.

But it's all laced with sarcasm and his overall brand of incorrigible ass, so you've never taken any of it seriously.

Afterall it seems as if he can barely stand your very being in the same vicinity as him, why would you let his words get to you? It's all just him being a jerk or at best, just teasing. Though at least most of the time he seems to barely stand you- other times he's far more talkative than you'd ever expect of him.

The pilot's seat creaks a bit as you lean back into it a bit more, pulling your legs up to tuck them beside you.

Crosshair is confusing; You can't ever seem to get a solid read on him or how he really feels about you.

"How long you been in here?"

Well now, speak of the devil.

You look to your side and see Crosshair standing between the pilot and co-pilot seat, looking out of the viewport at the stars and planets streaking past. He glances down at you for a moment, face still forward.

"I've been here since a bit before Tech left. Finally managed to get him to leave."

You manage to mostly hold back a yawn, but it still forces you to make a small noise in your throat. It's been awhile, and watching the ship in hyperspace is more than a little boring. If anything, the lull of the engines, bumping of metal on metal, and the soft glow of the safely lights on the floor have only served as your new favorite lullaby since you had made the Marauder your home away from home.

"I'll take over." His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head.

"It's fine, Crosshair. I'm not that tired." And you don't want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they'd never think it.

Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched.

"Go sleep, doll. I'll cover for you."

You're used to ignoring his words but, the softness of these ones strike you. When you look up at him in surprise however, he's already patched up the tiny little crack in his exterior he let crumble.

"Cross? What di-" He jerks his head in the direction of the bunks.

"Go." He leaves no room for argument, and so you get up and move to slip past him.

His face noticeably turns away from you, waiting until you're safely out of sight before he mouths insult after insult at himself for letting that slip, and almost embarrassing himself.

[badbatch-badfics]

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 2

Part 1

Characters: The Bad Batch - Cross hair + Cid.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Only 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Unspecified

Content: Smidge of angst and worry, but mainly found family growing into fluff

Warnings: General TBB stuff, a little bit about Order 66. Cringe lol.

Word Count: 2,796

Notes: If anyone has any requests/ideas for this 'series,' please let me know! I'd love to learn more about what ya'll like and incorporate it. (and i'll obviously credit you in the notes for whichever part it goes in)

The Bad Batch was sound asleep, exempt from their designated pilot.  Tech was comfortably cruising through hyper-space, multitasking on a new upgrade for Echo’s arm-scomp and watching the scanners.  A light beep alerted him, signaling that they were approaching Ord Mantell.  He lightly pushed his goggles upwards, before pressing a series of buttons.  The Marauder shook as it dropped from hyperspace, the tremors waking Hunter up from his nap in the co-pilot's seat.  He would usually sleep in his bunk until Tech needed a break, but his bunk was… preoccupied, so to speak.

“We close to Ord Mantell, Tech?” Hunter asked groggily, cracking his neck.  “Approximately 11 minutes and 36 seconds until we enter the atmosphere, and then another 23 minutes until we reach the landing pad.  I would begin waking everyone else up.”  With a sign, Hunter stood up, arms reaching far above his head, ever-so-slightly leaning backwards.  He turned around and started heading towards the bunks, wondering how he should go about waking you up.  He didn’t know how much you would remember, and he certainly didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Of course, there was always the option of letting your body wake up on its own time, and just having someone stick with the ship until then, but there was the risk of general clatter and ruckus occurring and startling you awake anyway, which would be a harsh wake-up call, to say the least.  After a second more of contemplation, he finally settled on leaving you be, and simply shushing Wrecker the moment his eyes opened.  He walked up to his brother, shaking his arm.  Wrecker awoke with a large grunt, like an ancient monster waking from a coma in an echoing mountain, before Hunter aggressively shushed him.  He sharply pointed across the walking strip to your body, an absolute tangled mess of limbs and droll.

Wrecker got the hint, making an ‘oohhh’ sound before slowly sitting up, careful to minimize the amount of creaking.  Hunter walked on, heading towards Echo and Omega, shaking them both awake- Omega more gently.  She yawned and stretched, smiling and greeting Hunter, before quickly grabbing her day-clothes before heading off to the fresher to change.  Hunter went back to the cockpit, where his brothers were already making quiet discussions of what to do with you, the ‘teenager-that-had-essentially-magic-powers-and-was-being-hunted.’  Primarily how they would handle Cid.  She tolerated them because they did jobs for her, and they didn’t really matter to the Empire- except for Omega, it was appearing.  But a Padawan?  That would be a lot of credits, and it would put someone on the Empire’s good side- at least for a little bit.  Cid wasn’t above ratting them out for that kind of profit.  Or, at least, she wasn’t above ratting out the Padawan while keeping them away from the Empire’s eyes for the sake of missions.  “Perhaps we can convince Cid that his use in missions, among other things, would outweigh the reward from the Empire.  Even without using the Force in a physical push-and-pull manner, it can still be used for mind tricks, sensing danger, and much more, depending on his skill set.  We could increase our efficiency and time duration of missions greatly, which would hold a great profit for Cid,” Tech explained, preparing for the Marauder to enter Ord Mantell’s atmosphere.

“That's true, but there’s no way to know what Cid will say- if she agrees, great, but if she doesn’t…” Hunter responded, eyes glancing back at your sleeping form as he trailed off.  If they told her about you, and she decided to tell the Empire, then no one would be safe.

“There’s no way for Cid to be kept in the dark long enough to find a better solution, and we can’t exactly just hide a whole person in the Marauder,” Echo added on, waving his scomp-link around the cockpit for emphasis.

“Of course, this is all assuming that (Y/N) will want to remain with us.  He may know someone, or someplace, that is safe.  Additionally, he may even know Cid.  Echo said that she would occasionally report to the Jedi,” Tech countered, briefly glancing back towards his brothers, away from the planet and control panel.  Echo nodded in confirmation.  “Do we…” Hunter trailed off, sighing, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “do we have any place to go if Cid decides to tell the Empire?  Echo, do you know anyone else who would help?”

“Rex, obviously- but he’s more involved with defeating the Empire than we are, so it’d be an extra risk to the kid.  Maybe Cut and Suu, if we can get a hold of them.  But I don’t think either of us want to put that kind of risk on them- not with Jek and Shaeeah.”  Wrecker made a comment of agreement, briefly looking up from his game of Chopsticks with Omega.  A heavy silence fell over the group, uncertainty thick in the air.

“Entering the atmosphere,” Tech reported, breaking the awkward silence.  The Marauder shook as gravity’s presence took its toll.  It settled back down to a smooth ride within a minute, the greens and browns- mainly browns- of Ord Mantell’s natural landscape coming closer.  “I think Cid will understand, plus, like Tech said, (Y/N) can help us out!” Omega added, not looking up from her hands.

Hunter looked down, contemplating.  Would the reward of Cid accepting the kid outweigh the risk of her turning him in to the Empire?  Tech did have a point, your presence would make things go smoother- but if Cid didn’t care about that point?  What then?  Would they be able to escape the Empire, find a new place to settle down- there was bound to be some planet that was safe- but would they find it before the Empire found them?

They could keep you holed up in the ship for a while, but sooner or later, Cid would find out.  And once she found out, that could damage their… relationship, so to speak.  Assuming she wouldn’t tell the Empire immediately, anyway.  So that wouldn’t work either.  There was no good solution, and everyone knew it.  Finally, Hunter spoke up- “Wrecker, Omega, you two stay with (Y/N) and help him with anything- food, water, applying new bandages.  You get the idea.  Echo, you're with me- we’ll get anything we’d need for a long-term stay on the ship; med kits, food, supplies, whatever.  Tech, make sure the ship has enough fuel, and make any necessary fixes.  Don’t let anyone else know.  After you're done, I’ll tell Cid about… the kid.  We’ll see where it goes from there.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Marauder drifted down, landing neatly in the center of the dock.  Tech quickly pulled out his data-pad, scanning for any previously unnoticed internal damage.  Luckily, the report came back negative- as he had guessed, there was no new damage.  Satisfied, he checked the Marauder’s current fuel level, so he’d know when to stop filling.  Tech, Echo, and Hunter exited the Marauder, swiftly closing and securely locking the ramp behind them.

The innards of the Marauder were quiet, Omega and Wrecker not really knowing what to do.  They both sat on the bunk opposite you, staring, just in case you’d wake up and need something.  Wrecker had rations and a water canteen to his left, while Omega had fresh bandages and bacta-spray to her right.  “Uhhh…” Wrecker broke the silence, glancing down at Omega, “do we just… wait for him to wake up?  It feels weird, just staring.”

“I don’t know… on Kamino, we would usually wait, but this is nothing like injured clones on Kamino.”  She sighed, wringing her hands together.  “I just…feel so bad.  I mean, our home was destroyed, but at least we have each other.  (Y/N) doesn’t have anyone, and he’s been alone on that ship since the Empire took over.  I can’t imagine what it must have been like…” 

“Well, at least we found him before the Empire did, and any situation we’re in will probably be better than Bracca.  Plus, he’s probably dead to the Empire, so they won’t be after him!”  Wrecker responded, finding the silver lining.  He and Omega looked at eachother, smiling.  It felt good to help people.

On cue, the blankets opposite the pair began shuffling, a long groan sounding out through the metal walls of the Marauder.  You turned over, eyes droopy and your Padawan braid/beads hanging by the corner of your mouth, covered in drool.  Slowly, you put your weight onto a hand and pushed yourself up, leaning against the back wall of the bunk.  Your head lolled back, another sigh escaping.  Everything hurts.  “Good morning!  Er, afternoon!  You slept forever, little Jedi!” Wrecker enthusiastically shouted, causing you to immediately sit up straight, hand shooting down to your waist for the familiar feeling of your lightsaber, only to be met with nothing.  Kriff.

Wrecker immediately sensed your panic, and put his hands up in an attempt of looking unhostile.  “Don’t worry, you're safe!  We’ve had our heads cut into, so we won’t be doing any of that Order 66 stuff!”  All you could do was stare, a comically surprised expression etched across your face.  He had an interesting way of wording things.

Wrecker stood up and handed you the canteen and ration bad.  “Here, rations and water!  They’re not the best, and we can pick up some better food soon, but I bet you're starved!”  And you were.  True, the mantell mix Omega had gifted you was delicious, but after so long of never having a proper meal, you certainly wouldn’t refuse any more food or water.

“Thank you…”  You glanced down after taking the food, quietly chewing on the ration bar, occasionally taking sips from the canteen.  You were never good socially at the Temple, and you certainly weren't any better at the moment.  Omega asked you some more questions; if there was any pain, did you bleed through any bandages, and such.  You responded in short answers, so quiet she was struggling to pick up what was said.  Eventually, she deemed you healthy- or, at least, as healthy as you could be, given the circumstances.  She stayed with you, telling stories about Kamino and the few trips she’s had away from it.  Mainly, though, she talked about her brothers.

After Maker knows how long, the Marauder’s ramp opened, Tech, Echo, and Hunter coming in, one by one.  Tech was lugging fuel, and the other two held general equipment, food, med-kits, and more.  While Tech didn’t pay as much mind to your waking, Echo and Hunter sure did- Echo more so.

After setting down the cargo, he practically spritened to the bunk you were on, crouching down on one knee and using his scomp-link to lift up your jaw, and do other inspections.  “You need a shower- desperately.  And new clothes, these are completely ruined!  Our old room is nothing compared to this!  Even Fives smelled better!  And you need some proper nourishment- I know how I felt after being in that stasis chamber for so long.  And mantell mix is not nourishment, no matter what Wrecker and Omega tell you, got that?”  He finished his spiel, pointing his scomp-link at you.  “Iba’ oskik’la…”

* (“what a mess” in mando’a)

“Yeah, I think he’s got it, Echo,” Hunter chimed in, smiling.  “C’mon, kid.  I need you to meet someone.  She used to work with the Jedi, so I don’t think she’d do anything.  But, just in case, we have everything ready to go.  And if all goes well, ”  You swallowed, a large lump forming in your throat.  You really hoped she wouldn’t do anything bad- you were already enough of a burden.  You and Hunter walked down the ramp, Omega gleefully waving goodbye.

He could hear your heartbeat, your anxiety- but he didn’t know much on how to help, given the circumstances.  Kriff, you didn't know about the chips until they found you, and he couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like.  When Wrecker had been affected and tried to kill everyone, at least they all knew it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t betrayed them, and that he would never try to do that when he was in control.  But you had no clue about any of that.  You thought all the clones who were your friends, or even just ones you were polite with for the sake of being a good person, had all wanted to kill you, and all the other Jedi.  You had thought that for months.  Cursing yourself, wondering why, and if there was anything you could have done differently to prevent it.  And now, irony at its best, you had been rescued by clones, coming to remove their chips.

“We’re on Ord Mantell, by the way… don’t know if anyone told you.  Ever been?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  You shook your head, eyes darting from sign to sign, stall to stall.  “Most planets I’ve been on, except for Coruscant, were just… military occupations, occasionally the natural landscape of Separatists planets.  Never got to travel outside of that,” you said, still taking in all the colorful decor and people of the city.  “I mean, you know what that’s like, obviously- being a clone and all, you went to the same type of planets I did.  I think, at least.”

Hunter nodded his head in confirmation, not really sure where to go from there.  What you said was pretty accurate, but he felt like he shouldn’t talk about the war much.  And in any case, they were approaching Cid’s.

You and Hunter trotted down the steps, the automatic door sliding open.  Cid’s bar was empty, spare for an Ithorian and Weequay who were bickering over who knows what, and obviously, Cid herself.  You placed yourself behind Hunter, something you would do with your Master during the war to avoid any interaction with… anyone.  Slicing droids was easy, making conversation with soldiers was not.

You slowly glanced around the parlor, taking in anything that could be a trap, or could help you escape if this ‘Cid’ decided she didn’t want a padawan on her doorstop.  Hunter called out for Cid, and the distant sound of claws tapping against the cold, hard floor echoed out.  Emerging from the back rooms was a rather short female trandoshan, a cane gripped in her three claws.

Her eyes went back and forth between your semi-hidden figure and Hunter.  “Where’s the rest of ya?  And who’s that kid in the terrible robes?  They stink.”  There was an obvious scowl on her face, her left brown rose in an annoyed and questioning manner.

Hunter took a deep breath, and then- “He’s… a Padawan.”  Cid’s brows rose, and then lowered into a vicious scowl.  “Before you say anything- hear me out.  He was trapped at Bracca, and the scavengers didn’t know- Tech checked the Empire’s wanted, and he’s dead to them.  The Empire won’t come here, and it’s not like anyone on the street will know- he’s just a padawan.  Not a full-on Jedi, not a general.  But, he can still help.  Even without using the Force to push and pull, he can still sense danger and… stuff.”  Hunter wasn’t really sure how the Force worked.  But he knew it was useful.  Before Cid could rebuttal, he continued.  “And imagine how helpful a padawan would be in making sure your deals go right!  Being able to sense a bad deal, or if someone unwelcome is coming.  And some of them can do mind tricks.  He’ll be very useful to you- just let him stay with us.”

Cid looking down, in thought, a scowl etched on her face.  Finally, she sighed.  “Fine!  But if the Empire comes knocking, I’m not keeping his hide a secret.  Too much heat.”  She walked away, already planning what to do with you.

Hunter looked back, smiling.  You tried your best to smile, but you knew full well it looked incredibly awkward and forced.  Not that you weren’t happy, by any means.  You just weren’t prepared, and he knew that.  Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder, attempting to provide comfort.  And it worked.  For the first time in months, despite the constant dread of what was to come, everything seemed to be going right.  You could stay with them, and they could stay with Cid.

“Let’s go get you some proper fitting, and smelling clothes, yeah?  Echo wasn’t wrong when he said it was worse than our old barracks.”  Your smile shifted to a natural one, not forced or awkward.  You certainly didn’t think you’d ever see a clone again; and it certainly wouldn’t be a happy experience, but it seemed like this batch was going to be the best thing to happen in a while.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, f!reader

Summary: When Jake's plans to come home for Christmas fall through, he promises you he will be there for you next year. But will he be able to keep that promise?

Word Count: 2354

TW: Angst, Fluff, Separated for Christmas, Reunited for Christmas, Happy Ending, Pregnant Reader

Note: Thank you to @heart-0n-fire for looking this over for me!

Written for @notroosterbradshaw's #hello december playlist challenge and based on "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by Andrea Bocelli

Jake continued staring at the phone hanging on the wall before him. He had been standing in the same spot for five minutes now, just trying to gather the strength to make the call. It had been almost a month since they had been given phone privileges and as much as Jake longed to hear your voice, he didn’t know what he was supposed to say to you.

“She’ll understand.”

The voice shook Jake from his thoughts. Turning around, he noticed Rooster standing behind him, a small smile on his face. Normally, Jake would have snapped a witty comeback at him, but he just didn’t have it in him at the moment. Instead, he sighed and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know she will. And that almost makes it worse.”

Rooster chuckled softly. “Yeah, it kinda does, doesn’t it? But it won’t be forever, Jake. I’ll make sure of it.” He clasped Jake on the shoulder. “I got your back.”

Jake smiled, thinking about how far their relationship had come since the Dagger Mission a few months ago and how the thought of flying with Rooster as his wingman would have irritated him before then. “Thanks, man. And you know I’d have yours…. If you could ever catch up.”

The two men laughed as Rooster shook his head. “Yeah, whatever, Hangman. Go call your girl.” Then he walked away, leaving Jake to stare once more at the phone. 

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed it and quickly dialed before he lost his nerve. You picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby. It’s me.”

“Jake! Oh my god, hi! It feels like forever since I actually got to speak to you. How are you?” Jake could practically see you vibrating with joy on the other end of the line. 

“I’m– I’m good. Hangin’ in there. Missing you like crazy though. How are you?”

“I’m okay. I just miss you so much. But I have everything all planned for you to get here in a few days! I just bought stuff to make those cookies you love, and I thought we could roast a turkey for Christmas dinner, and it looks like we’ll have snow on Christmas Day this year! An actual white Christmas, can you believe it? We haven’t had one of those in–”

Jake groaned as he leaned his head heavily against the wall. You were so happy and excited about all the plans you had made. How was he supposed to destroy that? What was he even supposed to say?

It turned out, he didn’t have to say anything. You knew him too well and you figured it out on your own. “You’re… you’re not coming home, are you?” you asked softly.

“No, baby, I’m not. I just found out about an hour ago. They need the squad to ship out for the next mission immediately.”

“Well… that’s okay. I can just leave the tree up and we can make it a joint Christmas/New Year’s celebration!” Though you were trying to sound upbeat, Jake could hear the disappointment in your voice and that just made what he needed to say next all the more difficult.

“That’s the thing. They don’t know how long we’ll be gone but it’ll probably be a few weeks at least, if not longer. I’m so sorry. I know I told you I’d be home for Christmas but–”

“It’s okay, Jake. It’s not your fault and I know you’d be here if you could. Besides, you spelled out exactly what this life would look like when we started dating and I agreed to it. We’re never guaranteed Christmas, your leave just happened to fall near it this year. So, it is what it is. If you can’t come home, you can’t come home.”

Jake squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “God, I want to be there, you don’t even know how badly. It sounded like you had such an amazing time planned for us, and now… I hate the thought of you being alone for Christmas. It’s not right.” 

“I’ll be fine. I mean, I’m just a little disappointed, but not at all with you. This was going to be our first Christmas together since you proposed and it sort of felt like the first one for the new family we’re building. I was hoping we could maybe start some traditions that we could do every year, but maybe we just need to accept that this– us being apart for the holidays – might have to be our tradition.”

Jake’s head shot up and he gripped the phone tighter. In a firm, clear voice, he said, “No, I refuse to accept that. This will not be a tradition. I swear, baby, next year I’ll be home for Christmas. No matter what I have to do, I will not miss the first Christmas with my wife.”

“You need to make it back here and marry me first. So over everything else, please be careful. That’s all I need from you this Christmas. Don’t make me a widow before you make me a wife, Jake. Okay? Just come home. I don’t care how long it takes. Your presents will still be by the tree when you get back. And so will I.” Despite how strong you were trying to be about this situation, Jake could hear the tears in your voice. 

 Choking back his own tears, Jake murmured, “Thanks for understanding. I’ll make it up to you when I get home. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“I want you. That’s all I ever want,” you said. “But you tell them they better not do this again in May. Weddings aren’t cheap and that shit’s non-refundable.”

Jake chuckled. “I’ll tell Mav you said that. Word for word.”

“Good. And add that if he makes you late, I’m retracting his invitation.”

“I’ll make sure he knows.” Jake was just about to say something else when Hondo walked in and caught Jake’s eye. The Chief Warrant Officer sadly tapped on his wrist and motioned for Jake to hurry up. Taking a deep breath, Jake said into the phone, “Baby, they’re telling me I have to go. But I’ll call or email you as soon as I can. Hopefully I can at least manage that on Christmas day.”

“Okay. Just whenever you can, I’ll be here. I love you, Jake. So, so much.”

“I love you too, baby. And I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just…dream of me,” you whispered.

“I always do,” Jake whispered back just before the line was disconnected. 

Jake’s Uber pulled up in front of his house at 11:53 pm on Christmas Eve. He had cut it a lot closer than he had hoped, but he had made it. Despite all the odds, he had kept the promise he made to you the Christmas before and he was home for Christmas.

He smiled at the inflatable Santa and his reindeer placed in the front yard along with a handful of lights. It was a cute if somewhat quaint display especially compared to the neighbors, but Jake loved that you put in the effort. Especially considering you were alone and were having a harder time moving around lately. Jake took one more look at it before unlocking the front door.

But as it swung open, Jake gasped and his jaw dropped. You had promised you were going to make up for him missing Christmas last year, but based on the display outside, he never expected the sight that greeted him. Strings of lights and garland stretched along both walls of the hallway and paper snowflakes hung down from the ceiling. Ornaments were scattered here and there, and Jake noticed many of them were photo ornaments with pictures of the two of you, including some from your wedding. 

If the hallway took his breath away, it was nothing compared to what he found as he stumbled into the living room. While the normal lights were off, the room was aglow with tiny colorful lights draped across the mantle of the fireplace and encircling the massive Christmas tree with the huge pile of presents in the corner of the room. The live Christmas tree. The kind that would turn brown and die if he didn’t make it home in time. But he had sworn he would make it home, and you had believed him.

However, none of it mattered once his eyes settled on the figure slumped on the couch. You were fast asleep on the far end, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas hanging limply from one hand while your other hand rested on your protruding stomach. Jake hadn’t seen you in person for the last three months and it appeared that there was a bigger difference between four months pregnant and seven months pregnant than he had expected. He knew he had missed out on a lot– doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds, morning sickness –but seeing tangible evidence of it all almost brought him to his knees. He should have been here for all of it, but it was yet another time you had to carry on alone while he was gone. But not anymore.

Walking over to the couch, he carefully slipped the book from your hand and placed it on the nearby end table. It was only then that he noticed the plate of his favorite cookies and a glass of milk that had been left out along with a note. Glancing at it, he read: Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is for my daddy to come home safely. Thank you, The Seresin girls. It looked like Santa had worked his magic after all.

Kneeling down next to the couch, Jake gently placed his hand on your stomach. Leaning over, he pressed his lips to your bump before whispering, “Hey there, jelly bean. I made it. Have you been behavin’ and keepin’ your mama company while I was gone?” Jake felt a small flutter of movement beneath his hand and he grinned. “That’s my girl.”

Giving your stomach one last rub, he stood up and leaned over you as you continued to sleep. Tipping your chin back, he pressed his lips to yours. For a moment, you moaned and started to pull away. But then, you must have recognized him even in your dreams because you leaned into his kiss and returned it. 

When Jake pulled away, your eyes slowly opened and it took you a moment to grasp what you were seeing in front of you. But when you did, your lip began to quiver as you reached out your hand to cup his face. “J-Jake? Are you really here?”

Jake chuckled deep in his throat as he leaned into your hand. “What kind of question is that?”

“I mean, I’m not still dreaming, am I?”

“No, baby. I’m really here.”

Tears streaming down your face, you threw your arms around his neck as you choked out, “Oh God! I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

Jake buried his face into your hair, breathing in deeply. “I promised you last year I wouldn’t miss this.” He ran his hand over your stomach. “Especially now. Our first Christmas with our new family.”

You sobbed into his neck. “I know, but I still… I wasn’t sure. I hoped though.”

The two of you held each other for a long time. Then in a soft, fearful whisper, you asked, “How long can you stay?”

Jake sat back and wiped the tears from your face. “We’ll talk about that later. Right now, let me just look at you.”

“Ugh, no. I’m a whale.” You tried to cover your stomach with a nearby blanket, but Jake stopped you. 

Taking your hand and placing it over your stomach, he said, “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

You bit your lip and glanced away. But then your smile slipped as you asked again, “How long, Jake? I have to know.”

Glancing at his watch, Jake sighed. “Well, it is now 12:08 Christmas morning, so I guess I can give you your gift now.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a letter and handed it to you. Warily, you took it from him and opened it. Squinting in the dim light from the decorations, you read what it said, your lips silently mouthing the words as you went along. Jake grinned as your eyes grew wide and you stared up at him in disbelief. “Is this– is this real?”

“Yep. Maverick got them to transfer me off the Dagger Squad for one year. Instead, I’ll be working in recruitment here at the base in town. So I’ll be here for all of it. The rest of your pregnancy, her birth, all those first milestones. I know it doesn’t make up for the time we lost but I thought—”

He was cut off as you once again threw your arms around his neck, sobbing harder than before. “J-ake, you didn’t have to– but what about the Squad? You love flying with them.”

“I do, and I’ll miss it. But I love you, both of you, more. And Mav said I can come back after a year if I want. He already cleared it with Cyclone.” Jake squeezed you tighter against his chest. “I’ve already missed so much. I don’t want to miss a second of our daughter’s life or being here to help you raise her.”

“Wow…” you hiccupped through your tears. “You really made up for last year.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Jake laughed. Then he took your face and kissed you, deeply and lovingly. It was the kindt of kiss that said all the things you could never put into words. The kind of kiss that only happened between two people who loved each other fully and completely. The kind of kiss he hoped to give you every day from now on.

And when you broke apart, Jake gazed into your puffy, tear-stained eyes and promised, “This is our new tradition. From now on, I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.”

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 12

Kid x Fem Reader x Killer

Warnings: sex, slight blood play

Easy (D/P)ickings

Kid went in for a bear hug, without even the decency to put his dick away. But when has Eustass 'Captain' Kid ever been decent? Without much of a warning, Killer decked him. They bickered back and forth, Kid attempting to grab his friend and Killer batting his arms away. "Fuck you, Kid. I didn't want to wake up to that!"

The last thing you wanted was to be caught between the two, so, doing the waddle of shame, you escaped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. I should just jump into the ocean. The only thing that made you less embarrassed was the assumption that Killer had probably seen Kid do worse things and in worse positions. You just didn't want your first impression on Killer to be... that. At least Mini didn't wake up. Somehow. You came out of the bathroom and didn't really know where to place yourself, though it was a relief to note that Kid did actually put his dick away, and he seemed to have captured Killer in his embrace at the cost of a bruised cheek. 

Kid wasn't phased by it, it seemed. He was saying how happy he was that Killer was okay and thanking him for saving him from drowning. It was weird to see him like this in place of his normal grouchy asshole exterior. He was rambling trying to catch Killer up on everything that happened while he was unconscious. You felt like you were third-wheeling their reunion and were about to retreat into the bathroom, when his amber eyes found yours. "And I got us a doctor," he released Killer from his vice grip to motion towards you. 

How many times did you have to say it? "Temporarily." You glowered at him, tugging your shirt to cover more of yourself. Grumbling, you went looking in the cabinets for an eyepatch, since Kid wasn't going to give your prothetic back any time soon.

Killer, still miffed, took in your appearance. "Kid, and I don't mean this to be rude, Miss, why does our doctor look beat to hell?" Killer directed the middle part of that at you. In a voice so low he thought you wouldn't hear, he added, "Did you do that? When you were...?"

"No!" Kid looked insulted. "I would never give a lass a black eye," he went on to list exceptions to that, where he would, in fact, give a lass a black eye. Killer crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, something you could tell was a routine for them. Kid lamented to Killer how the ship was a mess without him and explained what happened earlier that day, how it wouldn't have happened if Killer was there. 

Killer digested the information, took a deep breath, and sighed. "So let me get this straight: You let this woman, our guest, our temporary doctor, get attacked, she fought her ass off, you left her to tend her own wounds, and then instead of apologizing or helping to her, you fucked her... fucked her right in front of me, your unconscious, possibly even dying, best friend." 

"Yer makin me sound like the bad guy." When Killer didn't say anything, Kid added, "WELL YER ALIVE AIN'T YA?"

Killer exhaled an exasperated sigh, "No thanks to you". He looked around quickly, suddenly realizing his face was uncovered. "Where's my helmet?" 

"Ah sorry, Kil, it got smashed in the ocean. Ya can wear an old one." 

You had been watching the exchange with a hint of amusement in your expression, leaning against the counter. Unable to find a proper eyepatch, you taped some gauze over your missing eye. The pieces of Killer's mask were still with your stuff. Killer eyed you after Kid left to grab him an old version of his helmet. "What?" It came out more snappy than you intended. 

"Nothing." He had been looking at his shirt on you. It was cute how you were swimming in it when on him, one flex would turn it into useless shreds.

You cleared your throat. "How do you feel?" Even after that embarrassment, you still had to do your job.

"Better than you look." It wasn't said in a mean way, more of a factual statement.

That made you snort. "Guess that's fair." There wasn't a mirror, but you were really starting to feel sore. You assumed Killer would go back to his room, now that he was awake and there really wasn't anything left you could do for him. "Take it easy for a day or two. You were out for a while."

It was dark out by the time Kid came to collect Killer, old helmet in hand. As he was heading out the door, you called, "Hey, K-Eustass, what did you do with the... deceased." 

"Dumped em overboard." 

You frowned. "What about the other?" 

"In the brig, why?"

"Leave him there, would ya? Minerva needs to eat." Sure she preferred vegetation, but boars would eat anything you put in front of them... bones and all. 

The swelling in your face had gone down over the next few days and your cuts had healed a tad more than one would expect, thanks to your devil fruit. You figured if you healed it in small intervals, no one would notice. Heat had brought you an eyepatch with the Kid Pirate insignia when he noticed your eye covering. Quincy kept checking on you an annoying amount, yet it was growing on you. You met the rest of the girls and a few more of the crew. Killer seemed to take your advice, seeing as you didn't see him above deck. You snooped a bit, gauging how plausible it would be to sneak into Kid's workshop to get your weapon back. Though with your current situation, maybe you could get it back the same way as your eye. While doing whatever task Heat or Wire assigned, you did your best to avoid Kid. He was really taking advantage of your 'deal', somehow finding you and pulling you into a supply closet, or cornering you in the infirmary. You pretended to be irritated or bored, though your act never lasted long, and you had to admit you liked when he sought you out. It was your little cat and mouse game. The man was insatiable, which is why you were currently hiding in the women's showers, the only Kid-free zone, or at least, you were told it was. 

"Rotten? I wonder where my wee mouse has gotten ta." Kid feigned not knowing where you were even though you could hear his heavy boots approaching. 

You could feel your body respond to his teasing. It wasn't like you didn't want to, Kid was damn near the best you had experienced, but you had things you had to do. This time, you had a surprise, a bucket of water, as you crouched behind a screen. As soon as he turned the corner, you sprang up, dousing him in cold water. Then you used his moment of distraction to run. You tried to anyway, it was hard when your leg was still hurt. You weren't even sure why it still hurt, it should have been healed now. You didn't even realize you were giggling until he caught up to you, without much effort, and grabbed you around the waist. 

"Ya think yer fuckin funny?" Kid spit some of the water that was dripping into his mouth. It seemed like you got him right in the face. 

The giggles waned as you tried to slip out of his grip. "How do you keep finding me? And I thought you weren't allowed in here!"

It was Kid's turn to laugh, "Doll, I'm the fuckin captain. I can be wherever I want ta." Kid nipped at your neck from behind, "What? Ya don't want ta see me? Yer gonna hurt my feelings." 

"If I don't, who will?" You teased.

"Yer beggin me to stuff that smart mouth of yers instead of yer cunny, are ya?"

That made you shut up. You could fuck just fine, amazingly, some might say. You couldn't be perfect though, and had been cursed with a terrible gag reflex. Most of the time you could work around it. There would be none of that with what Eustass was packing. And even worse, he was definitely going to torment you about it. His free hand was already grabbing and groping at any part of you that he could. When he grabbed at your injured thigh though, you cried out, "Fuck!" Your weight sank into the arm wrapped around your waist as you took some off your leg. The rest of your weight was taken off your leg as Kid picked you up, taking you closer to the wall, and pressing you up against it. 

Kid lifted your bad leg with his hand, nothing but cool air between your cunt and him. "Better?" There was the quick jingling of belts and the shift of fabric before you could feel his hardness pressing into you from behind. 

"Not really." A loud groan escaped your throat as he pushed himself into you. The ease with which he sank to your core betrayed how much you liked when he was mean to you. Eustass could get deep from any angle with how big he was, but from the back it felt like he was fucking your stomach. Whatever pain you were feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure as soon as Kid started to move. The slight sting of your pussy stretching around him was still there, you guessed that wouldn't change in the near future. 

Kid tucked his head next to yours, panting into your ear. He pressed your leg up to get a better angle and increased the pace. A twinge of guilt tickled the back of his mind. He knew why your leg still hurt, how he could always find you. He was actually planning on helping you the evening where the two of you made Killer want to go blind. Kid could still help, he just didn't want to. Not now, when it was so enticing to chase you around the ship and see your fake pout when he caught you. There was something he wanted to try, however, and there were other ways he could play this trivial game with you. 

"Do you trust me?" Kid had a proclivity for the rougher side of things, and he guessed that you did too. He wasn't entirely sure about the extent of your likes since these escapades had all been quickies and he hadn't had time to draw it out of you. Why was he thinking about that? Why did he even care about what you liked anyway? This was about him. He would do what he wanted regardless of your answer.

"Not particularly." You could barely form the words to answer with the way he was scrambling your guts. The cool tile pressed into you from the front and the back of your shirt was wet from the water you had thrown on Kid soaking into it. 

Kid growled. "Do ya trust me to make ya feel good?" He dropped his free hand to press against your clit, but he stopped moving until he got the answer he wanted to hear.

You whined at the loss of friction. "Yes. Yes! Jus keep going." You put your hand on top of his to make him rub against you as he started fucking into you again. Your eyes were scrunched closed, eyebrows knit together as the heat in your center grew. Then, you felt a searing, dragging pain in your leg and you opened your eyes to see a crackling purple energy dance over the skin of that leg. Kid was using his devil fruit?

Kid felt you tense when he started pulling at the bullet fragments lodged in the muscle of your thigh. He eased up though keeping a steady rhythm in the circles he rubbed into your clit. Kid felt his balls tighten when the sweet sound of your whimpers met his ears. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and even you couldn't have told him which was which. 

The intense burn from Kid manipulating the metal in your leg and the blissful way he was toying with the apex of your thighs was overstimulating. You couldn't focus on either one at any given moment. You didn't have the capacity to even wonder what the hell Kid was doing to you, you just knew you liked it. The nail imprints from your hand gripping Kid deepened as you slid closer and closer to the edge. A warm feeling spread over your thigh as blood wept from where Kid freed one of the fragments. The pain started to dull as he removed each one, leaving you with a few fresh, small wounds. Kid didn't let it fully dissipate however, pushing his thumb into one of the defects where he pulled a fragment from. That finally sent you crashing over the edge, a string of curses tumbled from your mouth, brought to an end only when Kid released your leg and pushed his bloodied fingers into your mouth. 

Kid had been holding out since he saw the red of your blood dripping to the floor, and he wasn't far behind you. Digging his finger into the fresh wounds again, the warm, wet feeling of your flesh, the cry of pain from you, and the intense clench of your cunt around his cock was all it took. Kid grunted and pinned your hips into the wall, at the same time gripping your hair roughly to bring your mouth to his so he could taste the metallic tang of blood left from his fingers.

It took a minute or two to catch your breath, and when you did you realized what Kid had done. Even though the bullet went through your leg and hit the deck, some fragments were left behind. You guessed Kid could sense these pieces with his devil fruit. "You're a real piece of shit," you panted. "You really let me painfully hobble around with metal in my leg just so you could find your nut faster." Kid pulled out and you felt the warm drip of your mixed juices go down your leg. Good thing you were in the showers already. 

"Ya weren't complaining." Kid smirked, "Didn't even hafta spit on yer pussy ya were so drippin wet fer me." He tugged his pants on and fixed his hair before turning to leave. 

You wished so badly that you had something to fling at his head to wipe the smug look from it. 

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ask and a luka will answer

asks r open!! its not just actor au btww

i dunno how to do askblogs im sorryy,,,this is also my alien stage art blog

warning in advance: blood/gore, eating disorders/unhealthy habits/self harm probably, sa/csa,

rules for asks:

if you genuinely hate luka just block me instead of sending an ask about it. i dont like character hate. especially for my boy.

you can send an ask in character (an askblog url or just stating that its from excharacter) . if it is without pov i will likely answer it assuming the asker is a segyein interviewer. just know that hes a LIAR most times

please no mpreg. or feet. or omegaverse. im not drawing that. you can request luka in different things ex. outfits, aus, enviroments, etc (interpret as you will)

behave yourself. this blog is mostly practice for me to draw more often. i will delete asks at will.

Luka notes!!!:

this blog has no set time, so asks may be answered by pre current season luka, anakt garden luka, or any au i think would be fun to reply as. like actor au/rule 63/bunny au from the pop up i love the bunny luka btw hes soooo cute.

he is a liar!! and i am his vessel. his speech and answers will differ depending on who is asking and who is answering. his thoughts and what he says to others are not the same!! he has layers!!!

i will try my best to stay not be ooc. if hes ooc, do not look at me. i also dont ship him with anyone (i'm not a fan of shipping all that much) so if youre trying to lean into a ship other than hyunaluka i probably wont follow

unorganized info stuff:

i have school so i dunno when ill post next. if i even survive.

this blog is for all my alien stage stuff but mostly luka asks!! i draw for fun too. my main blog is @kirex-cxvi so i use that watermark for more serious art

he is my muse but i doubt it will last long as kanata shinkai is the lord i follow. so we'll see if this blog lasts a week.

my drawings are probably going to be ass for this. theres so many mistakes but idgaf rn im here for fun. also u can ask me (wow!!) about stuff too. i have a lot of thoughts about alien stage.

extra doodle for u >_< he is my pretty princess with a disorder