#And I'm often very pleasantly surprised

[zorosangell]

sleepy sex with zoro. thats it that's the entire ask

⛥ﾟ・。 scent

synopsis: zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, very sweet, very soft, soft zoro, not much else, pretty tame, bit short but whatevs

a/n: i'm so fuckin lonely </3

Feeling a slight shift beside you, your head stirred, eyes fluttering open to be met by amber rays seeping in through a nearby window.

The sun poured past the thin curtains, bathing you in brilliant morning light as a pair of thick arms tightened firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against a strong chest—which radiated like a damn furnace.

Hint #1 as to what kind of morning this was going to be.

You were pleasantly surprised, seeing as you often didn't wake up next to Zoro.

Usually, he rose with the sun, carefully sliding out your grasp and throwing on a pair of pants for his pre-breakfast workout.

Key word being usually.

Slowly, you shifted your gaze to his sleeping face—his uncharacteristic, softened expression making you smile.

Your thumb gently caressed the curve of his chin, and the return of his usual pout only made your smile widen.

"Mornin'," you yawned, pressing a quick kiss on his nose.

He hummed in response, promptly burying his face in the crook of your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for a while, you toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, listening to his shallow breaths.

But it all changed when you suddenly felt his lips at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

He peppered kisses up your jawline, forcing your fingers to pause their ministrations.

"Zo..."

He hummed again, though while continuing his work.

"Zo, honey, what are you doing?"

"Ya smell good."

You scoffed as his mouth moved to your clavicle.

"I just woke up."

"Don't matter... s'turnin' me on."

Suddenly, his mouth was hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded in what you weren't sure was lust or drowsiness.

Not wasting any time, he captured your lips with his, relishing your soft sigh as you melted into his touch.

Smoothly, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, moving in a languid, almost-dizzying rhythm.

"What's... gotten into you?" you manged between his relentlessness, stomach fluttering as he faintly grinned into your cheek, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't you have... to train?"

"In a minute," he grumbled like a fussy child, calloused fingers tracing your inner thigh.

The taunt that rose in your throat didn't even have a chance to get past your lips before he captured them once again with his own, tugging your panties down in one swift motion before tossing them over his shoulder.

Both your chests heaved against each other, his voice groggy as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.

"Ya don't have to do anything to turn me on. Y'know that, right?"

Your breath hitched as he began to spread your growing wetness across your glistening cunt.

"Just lookin' at you's enough."

He began tracing slow, tight circles onto your clit.

"Just touching you."

Finally, he tugged down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already dribbling pre.

God, this man...

"You're so beautiful, Zo," you hummed, tracing the vein that runs down his shaft.

He scoffed, but the faint tinge of red dusting his cheeks told you all you needed to know.

Flashing a lazy grin, you slowly straddled him, carefully lining him up before sinking down with a soft mewl.

Reverently, his hands slid up your legs, running over your calves and thighs until they could finally rest at the flesh of your hips, which began to lusciously roll.

At the movement, Zoro let out a deep groan, rutting up into you from his place on the bed as you set a slow but firm pace, leaving you both breathless.

Sitting up, he lifted your shirt off your head, allowing you to toss your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer as he latched onto one of your nipples.

He swirled the bud until it peaked on his tongue, before switching off to give the other the same attention, his free hand sliding down to knead your ass in his large palm.

It felt like he was everywhere.

Under your skin... in your stomach... buried in the pulsing muscle in your chest.

Overwhelmed with feeling, you leaned down to plant a harsh bite on his neck, an uncharacteristically lewd moan managing to fly past his lips.

Without hesitation, he flipped you both over, carefully sliding back into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

With a few more deep thrusts, you both released at the same time, his face smushing into your neck to inhale more of your scent—and muffle another one of his moans.

Letting out a chuckle, you smoothed back a few hairs that stuck to his dewy forehead, peppering feather-light kisses across his hairline.

"I love you," you both muttered at the same time.

Pausing a moment, you scrunched your nose, the swordsman rolling his eyes.

Corny.

Hooking his arm under your back, he carefully pulled his cock from your heat, taking a moment to admire the glistening, sun-dappled image before him before scooping you up in his arms.

"Gonna finish this up in the shower, yeah?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest with slightly wide eyes.

'Who is this man and what has he done with Zoro?'

But, since he was in such good spirits, you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Lead the way."

[flowerandblood]

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[xinganhao]

♍️ svt reacts to your interest in astrology.

@flipflopscrop -> "what do you think of ot13 reacting to readers’ interest in astrology?"

✩ astrology and horoscopes, mostly crack/humor, cussing and good-natured bickering. short headcanons under the cut.

♍️ headcanons .ᐟ

— lives for it ✩ seungcheol, soonyoung, seokmin, chan.

to absolutely no one's surprise, seokmin is the most likely to revel in astrology. he likes the little daily horoscopes and reminders that he feels are 'curated' to him. you may have to warn him every so often that these are mere suggestions, and not in fact something that should be taken to heart. on the flipside, chan's interest in astrology may come as a bit of a surprise! really, though, he seems to just enjoy the memes attached to his sign. expect to be on the receiving end of a lot of aquarius-related jokes or jabs. seungcheol is 100% the type to say "it's because i'm a leo" without really understanding what being a leo entails. he feels like it excuses a lot of his behavior, so he'll probably lean into it for the hell of it. soonyoung is similar, though he takes it more to the extremes. he might wreak havoc and then proceed to justify it by reasoning that he's a gemini.

— begrudging acceptance ✩ jeonghan, mingyu, seungkwan.

the vibes in this line is very "what the hell, sure." mingyu is admittedly bordering on 'lives for it' and 'general confusion', which just means there are times where he might deign to act on his horoscope of the day. as it is, though, he doesn't really understand what being an aries means in the grand scheme of things. jeonghan openly judges you for this, but he also knows there's no stopping you. he'll listen to his horoscope with mild interest; he's not about to do anything with it, and he may even make some snide comments here and there about you being gullible. seungkwan will subscribe to astrology when it benefits him. is his horoscope good for the week? alright, then he's happy to be a capricorn! is mercury in retrograde? eh, astrology doesn't mean that much, anyway.

— general confusion ✩ joshua, junhui, jihoon.

these boys have no idea what you're talking about. jihoon is the most confused out of everyone, admittedly, because what does being a sagittarius have to do with anything? he no longer tries to hide the fact that he's completely clued out on anything astrology-related, though he'll let you say anything if it makes you happy. joshua is confused but also pleasantly surprised every time you relate his behavior to being a capricorn. he'll look things up as necessary and debunk them, even, if he thinks it's not relevant. junhui gets frustrated, more often than not, and so you can expect some overreactions when you clock him for being a gemini. he will want in-depth reads as to how you related his actions to his sign; be warned, he'll be rolling his eyes and scoffing quite a bit.

— vehement denial of anything & everything astrology ✩ wonwoo, minghao, vernon.

this feels relatively self-explanatory. these three aren't accepting or confused. they are bona fide disbelievers and haters of astrology, and any/all mentions of it will only serve to irk them. wonwoo? narrowing his eyes at you, as if anticipating that you'll chalk up his behavior to being a cancer. ready with a quip and a groan for when, inevitably, you fall right into the stereotype. minghao? launching into a whole tirade about the death of free thinking. his side eye is absolutely lethal as he mumbles about the cons of astrology. and vernon? he hates being perceived, but he hates it even more when he's lumped in with a whole group of people solely because of his sign. expect his grumblings of "be for fucking real" as he mopes about your predictions.

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[lesbianelsas]

#“maybe he's lonely” and then seasmoke finds a new partner at the same time rhaenyra finds a new partner in mysaria.... much to consider.

House of the Dragon | 2.03 "The Burning Mill" dir. Geeta Patel

[fox-guardian]

yeah the horse is hot and everything but I'm more interested in his co pilot, hey beautiful you come here often?

[ID: A digital sketch comic of Anti-Jimmy. Some of his words are in big pink bubble letters for emphasis. He's blushing and looks pleasantly surprised, pointing at himself.

Anti-Jimmy: "Beautiful"? ME?? He holds his cheek with one hand and flaps the other at the viewer. Anti-Jimmy: D'AWW~ you're makin' me blush~

There are hearts around his head and his cowlicks form a heart. end ID]

~~~~

he's pretty confident in his looks, but it's still very nice to hear it from time to time <3

[electricpurrs]

hey you 🫵 do you want to grow appreciation for japanese media that you wouldn't know otherwise and grow a more diverse taste to all the weird art that exists in the world?

i have a few recommendations for you!

i've been dying to recommend some youtube channels that i really love but never have the chance to bring up, but i think they have interesting things to say about japanese media!

Hazel makes video essays about anime and other media, i'm currently very entertained by her videos about obscure OVAs and old playstation 2 games. i really enjoy how she talks about things and hearing her perspective on various subjects

Amelie Doree (though i'm not sure if she goes by that or Noelle which is what she uses on her patreon) makes videos essays on (mainly eroge) japanese visual novels, from very famous and genre-defining ones, to extremely niche and often completely untranslated and undiscussed in the west ones! her videos are incredibly interesting and have given me a whole new appreciation for the visual novel genre of which i wasn't familiar with before

a good video of hers to start is "Why a Forgotten Visual Novel is the Best Trans Story I've Read' it talks about sexual topics but i think its clean enough to leave its good first impression regardless of how you feel about the medium

RickiHirsch (i believe she goes by Ricki) makes videos about a variety of subjects but often including also japanese games, anime and manga. one of my favorite and first video of hers i saw was "Queer Horror: Understanding Gender as Body Horror"

and lastly, i want to prove my point by recommending a modern anime i myself have watched completely on my own that i really enjoyed and think others would like!

have a totally legal link to My Senpai is An Otokonoko

this anime is from 2024 and i stumbled on it completely by accident. i was scared off a bit by the title (otokonoko being the common japanese term to describe a crossdressing man) but i was kinda pleasantly surprised by the softness and sincerity in which this show aproaches its topics.

its a romance/slice of life/drama show and its melodramatic and sugary sweet but a genuinely wholesome experience. the main character is extremely transfem coded (if you can even call it that? its in the text) and the show doesn't mock or demonize her for it and fully focuses on her perspective and feelings the whole time (and doesnt in any way deny a trans reading), and also its the first romance story probably ever where i've seen a character realize they're actually aromantic as a conclusion to their arc. its cute its sweet and if you watch the first episode and think thats for you then all 12 episodes will go by flying and you will cry. because i did

do it for her ^^^

[ellealyssum]

till forever falls apart ✦ zayne x reader ✦ fluff ✦ 1.25k words

The thing you hated most about your period was the different cocktail of symptoms you got each time. You felt awful, not just because of the cramps and the fatigue. You felt useless. Pathetic, even.

talk about periods, established relationship, the tiniest bit of angst, reader gets insecure, zayne is best boyfriend, fem!reader

OOPS there i go again! my period makes me cranky and weepy so this is very self-indulgent of me. and you just know that zayne understands that shit. the title is from the song 'til forever falls apart' by ashe & finneas

also on ao3

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 Zayne was sat at his desk at Akso Hospital answering emails when he heard his office door open. He watched you walk in, straight to his armchair, without even so much as a glance in acknowledgement.

 "Hello to you, too, dear."

 You offer him a grunt in reply and situate yourself in the chair so your legs are hanging over the arm. Your shoes make a dull thunk on the carpet as you push them off your suspended feet.

 Despite your apparently sour mood, Zayne was pleasantly surprised to see you. It was your day off today, and you'd been out running some errands. He remembers you mentioning dropping by the Hunter's Association to return some physical reports you'd borrowed.

 "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

 Your sigh is aggressive, like the air in your lungs had somehow offended you. "I got my period."

 The pieces start falling into place. The thing you hated most about your period was the different cocktail of symptoms you got each time. No consecutive month was the same. One month you would get headaches and nausea and the next it would be cramps and back pain.

 "Do you need anything?" Zayne asks you, keeping his voice down in case it was, in fact, a headache month. "Pads? Ibuprofen?"

 You shake your head, gaze fixed on his office ceiling. "No, the pain's not too bad. I just want some goddamn peace and quiet." Zayne can almost feel the frustration coming off you in waves. It mustn't be pleasant, being stuck outside of your comfort zone and suddenly starting to bleed. You often said you could tell when your period arrived because it felt like "the bottom half of your abdomen was going to fall out". Not something Zayne ever hoped to experience himself.

 "So you decided to come here?"

 You finally turn to look at him and he raises his eyebrows at you questioningly. "It was closest."

 He nods and gets up from his chair. "Rest here for a minute, I just need to make a call." He watches you curl into yourself before closing the door behind him. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he double checks his schedule for the rest of the day. Fortunately, the one surgery he had today had wrapped up before lunch and nothing else on his to-do list was urgent.

 He found Greyson making coffee in the doctor's lounge. "Something's come up. I'll be leaving early today."

 Greyson's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Zayne taking last-minute time off wasn't exactly a common occurrence. "Of course, Dr. Zayne, no problem at all."

 Zayne nodded his thanks and turned to leave before Greyson stopped him. "It isn't Miss Hunter, is it? I saw her walk by not long ago and she didn't look like her usual self."

 He couldn't help his slight smile. His colleague's concern for you warmed his heart a little. "Nothing to be worried about, Dr. Greyson."

 He's lucky you haven't fallen asleep in the five minutes he was gone. You look like you could really use a nap.

 "Come on, love, sit up straight." He takes your hands and helps your pivot to sit normally before collecting your shoes from the floor. "I'm done for the day. Let's get you home."

 You stare down at him with bleary eyes as he gently slips your feet back into your sneakers and re-ties the laces for you. "Are you sure? It's only two o'clock."

 "I'm sure." He tucks your hand into his elbow once you stand. "Have you eaten anything?"

 Your eyes are still locked on your shoes. "Didn't feel like it."

 He fights down the usual urge to reprimand you for neglecting your health. He could barely get you to speak or even look at him right now as it was. It wasn't the time for criticism. "We'll stop at the supermarket on the way home. You can stay in the car if you'd like."

・・・・・

 You felt awful, and not just because of the cramps and the fatigue. You were sat on your couch with a cup of tea Zayne had made, watching as he busied himself putting away the snacks he'd bought for you. You'd ruined his work day, made him buy you groceries and now he was organising your kitchen. You felt helpless. Pathetic, even.

 He sits beside you, resting his own cup of tea on the coffee table, making sure to use a coaster because of fucking course he would. Somehow, that's the straw that breaks the camel's back.

 "You don't have to stay." You fix your gaze on the brown liquid in your mug. You don't want him to see the tears in your eyes. You're being so stupid, crying because your angel of a boyfriend is looking after you. Another thing to add to the list of reasons you don't deserve him.

 "Why do you say that?" You can tell he's confused just from the tone of his voice.

 "You spend all day every day looking after people, Zayne. You shouldn't have to look after me, too."

 He turns towards you and takes the tea from your hands, placing it next to his own. "Look at me, love. Please."

 You can't deny him anything when he asks you like that. The worry in his eyes is enough to make you cry harder. He takes both of your hands in his. The cool touch of his skin is soothing.

 "I'm not sure what's brought this on, but I need you to listen to me, okay?" You nod, letting the tears draw tracks down your cheeks. "I don't take care of you because I feel like I have to. Yes, I spend a lot of time taking care of my patients, but at the end of the day, that's my job. I care for them because they need me, because it's my duty to do so. But you?" He wipes your tear-stained skin with his thumb. "You don't need me to take care of you. You're the most stubbornly independent person I know. You can handle it all yourself. I take care of you because I want to. Because you've given me the honour of trusting me to. Because I love you, and seeing you in pain is painful for me, too. It has never felt like an obligation to me. Not even for a second."

 You're sobbing now, the immense, overwhelming love you feel drowning out all the other emotions swirling through your heart. "I'm sorry, Zayne, I'm so sorry, I love it when you take care of me, I really do, it's just the hormones making my brain funny and everything just got too much and I let it all get the better of me, I'm sorry." He listens to your rambling without complaint, still wiping your tears through it all.

 "You don't have to apologise, sweetheart." He pulls you into his lap, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "When you get overwhelmed and the hormones get to your head, I'll always be here to help set it all right again."

 You sniffle into his neck, feeling yourself relax into his touch. "Even when I cry all over you?"

 His chuckle is a pleasant vibration against your ear. "Especially then."

 Your tears dry, leaving you worn out but with a much clearer head. "I love you, too, Zayne."

 He doesn't say anything more. He doesn't need to. The last thing you feel before you drift off to sleep is his soft kiss on your hairline.

[essentialthyme]

Jellyfish really doesn't pull any punches, does it? Every new episode, it tugs at my heartstrings in a way I wasn't really expecting.

By now, it's clear that Yorukura is much more than people were expecting at first glance, but I find myself being pleasantly surprised every week.

Jellyfish refuses to let you get cozy with your preconceived notions of one of their characters, which was expected with the main girls, and an episode focused on Miiko? I confess I was less than excited about it. But they don't relent, they say "silly, there's always more to a person's story."

I confess that I went "oh, what the fuck" when she revealed her age because, well, I already think the whole idol thing is kinda embarrassing, and to have a whole ass adult doing it? Oof, right?

And maybe a different anime would gladly relegate her to a comedic role, a self-proclaimed rival that never really stood a chance, a character aiming for laughs that strikes pity more often than not, but here they give her an entire life and make you confront her as a full blown character.

She is 31, she is divorced, she has a daughter. She is a single mom working who knows how many jobs, and trying to be an idol in the meantime. She manages to give her daughter a good and comfortable life. She makes high quality clothes for herself and her daughter. She isn't withdrawn, or absent, and she clearly loves her daughter very much. She puts her daughter first.

When the episode comes to a close, instead of the second-hand embarrassment I was expecting to feel, I'm left with my heart warmed.

What this show offers is beautiful.

What an incredible episode to have watched today.

Happy Mother's Day

[madlori]

Ok my fam, I think we all need a lil Come to Jesus moment. So let's talk about it.

"I'm disappointed Tommy wasn't in 8x02 and 8x03." That's ok! We'd all like to see him, and see our boys together. Going by precedent, we can probably expect to see him in 6-8 episodes this season (it could be more - Taylor had 13 episodes in season 5 - but we shouldn't count on it) and we've already burned one. I'd prefer not to have half of them during the opening disaster when SO MUCH ELSE is going on. I'd rather him appear in episodes when he's got a storyline with Buck, or even on his own, and especially at the midseason break or the end of the season when Relationship Events are more likely to happen.

"But the 217 engine!" I know. But as we sometimes like to say to other fans - we kind of baited ourselves with that. It was suggestive, sure. But the fact that production has MADE a 217 engine is also suggestive that we may see it again later, and they just put it in the hangar scene because they already had it and they had to fill up that hangar with as many vehicles as possible.

"An airplane disaster without using the pilot??" As others have pointed out, Tommy's not a jet pilot. And don't let anybody make you think you were nuts for thinking it was possible. It was definitely a reasonable theory, with supporting evidence, that he might be involved, but in the end, the big opening disaster is always going to be about our mains. As it should be. And honestly? It was great.

"But the whole point of bringing him back was to integrate him with the 118 more!" I'm sure that's still a goal they have, but it's probably easier said than done. Not just from a writing standpoint, but a contractual one, in that there's a limit to how often they can use him, so they have to pick and choose where.

"It's like they don't care about this relationship as much as we do." You're right. NOBODY will care about it as much as we do. They care about the main characters, about the show's actual premise (i.e. first responders encountering wild situations, secondarily the characters' personal lives). There is no universe in which ANY relationship in the show will be prioritized as much as we, the fandom, would like it to be. That's just life in the big city. But they do care, oh boy, they do. Enough to use BT scenes in off-season promo. Enough to write Tommy into a scene in the opening episode where, frankly, he didn't NEED to be. Also, consider this - to shoot that scene, Lou was probably on set a grand total of one day, MAYBE two. And they made sure to include him in the jokey "bee pickup lines" reel. You know what other relationship we haven't seen much? Buddie. They have not appeared together outside of work (and honestly, barely AT work either) except in the birthday party scene, and hey, did you notice that they do not interact at ALL in that scene? Buck spends that entire scene interacting only with Tommy. And that's a friendship featuring two mains that we know they value. That's not indicative of anything except the sheer scarcity of screentime.

"They should be promoting the queer relationship!" Should they? They've never really done that before, with the several pre-existing queer relationships. I have always sort of appreciated that they have not hung a neon sign on Buck and Tommy saying LOOK AT OUR NEW QUEER PAIRING. It's never gotten the Very Special Episode treatment - Buck never had gay panic, or much coming-out drama - and I like that. I like treating it no differently than other romantic pairings on the show. And they did actually promote it quite a bit when it happened. Now it would just feel kinda performative to me.

"Will he be in [whatever episode]?" Imma gently suggest we not do this every week. He'll be there or he won't. There'll be some we know he's in (I think 8x06 is a lock), some we won't know and will be pleasantly surprised, or unpleasantly surprised. I'd say odds for 8x04 are...20%, rising to at least 50% with 8x05 and 100% for 8x06.

And if you ever feel sad about it - go look at a still of Buck from any episode so far this season, and say to yourself, "This man is having heaps of amazing sex with his hot pilot boyfriend on the regular. Canonically."

I know a lot of us have encountered some pretty irritating gloating from people who hate this relationship (in a frankly weirdly obsessive way) about him being not there. Just remember - that's all they have to gloat about. The only "victory" they can claim is the absence of a character? Lame. And it's not even a victory, it's just the cost of doing business when your ship involves a recurring character. Sit back and enjoy your canon relationship between two men who've actually kissed on screen and ignore it. We can be generous about it.

So let's not talk ourselves off the deep end, shall we? I'd like to keep being a reasonable fandom.

[nightlyrequiem]

I just got an idea of Valeria trying to court a painfully obvious and slow reader. I was reading your bimbo hcs and just thought of it. All I can think of for reference is Adrien Agreste from miraculous. The reader would unintentionally friendzone Valeria, making it seem impossible for Valeria to succeed. Do with this information what you please :p ^_^

-💋xoxo

I love love love the oblivious trope. Adrien's level of obliviousness was definitely something else. Especially with the wax statue scene...

I just think it's super fun when a character has to really work for that relationship. Like yes, show me you're truly committed. If they aren't willing to be unknowingly rejected five times, then I don't WANT IT!

also since you mentioned the bimbo headcanons then I'm going to assume you wanted Reader to be similar here. I like this idea so much I might write a little one-shot for it someday

Valeria and Oblivious Reader

Valeria absolutely ADORES you. Even if you maybe aren't too bright. You and Valeria met because you worked at a clothing store. She just happened to stop by one day to check it out and saw you very enthusiastically styling some woman.

Suddenly Valeria had no sense of style and needed you to help her out. She approached you confidently and was pleasantly surprised to find you not intimidated by her. In fact, you gushed over her tattoos and touched her arm. You also loved her 'super cool haircut.'

Valeria proceeded to show up whenever she could. Chatting you up and befriending you. It wasn't hard, you were so friendly and eager to talk to her. Unfortunately, you didn't pick up on flirting. At all. At first, it could be excused, she was being subtle and testing the waters but one time she told you how kissable your lips looked, and you just replied with all the lip products you used. Valeria did not care about the brand of lip-gloss you used. Although she did go and buy some. She'd put it on her lips and pretend she just kissed you.

Bless her heart, she was doing her best. You took her compliments on your figure as friendly bantering.

Valeria was very generous with her gifts and money, too. Always showing up with roses. Jewelry. She even paid for your rent a few times and always paid for your dates hangouts. Oh, you like that dress but can't afford it? Valeria will get it for you. You just have to give her a kiss first. You laughed off her silly words.

When flirting didn't work, Valeria tried to make herself seem more physically attractive. Tighter shirts to show off her chest and arms, taking extra care into styling her hair. Valeria was proud of her physique and would often flex for you, hoping to get a compliment. She tried out eyeliner, but you had to wipe it off and fix it for her. Not that she minded of course. You had your hands on her face and were practically staring right into her eyes.

"Just a few inches and we'll be kissing." She said. Her voice was serious and low, hoping you'd take the bait and close the gap. You just giggled, and she left feeling defeated.

She even tried confessing at one point. She sat you down one day and told you how much you meant to her. How happy she was to have you in her life. When you responded by saying you knew exactly how she felt and that you felt the same, she got so excited thinking you two were finally going to become an item. Then you spoke again, shattering those dreams.

"You're such a good friend!"

Valeria just stared at you before forcing a smile onto her lips. She agreed then left.

She had attempted to ask you out numerous times, too. She figured taking you to a fancy restaurant outside of the city would be self-explanatory. She even dressed up for the occasion. You were thoroughly impressed and yet somehow still missed the mark. Referring to the date as a 'hangout.'

She'd boast about her wealth and achievements in hopes of attracting you. Valeria makes so much money, she could take care of you. She actually just had her bathroom remodeled, didn't you know? The bathtub is big enough for two people, you should come over and join her for a nice warm bath and some wine. She just got a new bed too and it's so comfortable but too big for just her. She needs someone to come keep her warm at night. She'd love to cook you breakfast in bed sometime. Oh, and she saw this beautiful sheer lingerie set. You'd look gorgeous in it. Incredibly obvious flirting and you somehow, SOMEHOW thought she was being friendly.

"Oh, I've never shared a bath with a friend before."

Valeria wanted to rip her hair out.

Things were looking hopeless. She was beginning to think you did pick up what she was laying down. That you were just friendzoning her on purpose. She invited you to her house one day and made you dinner, listening to you ramble. After you were finished eating she invited you to sit with her on the couch and once you were sat, she grabbed your thigh and got up in your face.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

She made sure she was very clear this time. No room for interpretation.

"In a romantic way. I want us to sleep together and wake up together. I want to live together and go on romantic dates."

You gasped, all surprised. You totally didn't see this coming. Why didn't Valeria give you any clues?? Of course you want to be her girlfriend. It took a year and a couple of months but you finally got the hint.

[nethhiri]

Kid and killer with someone who is a literal mouse/rat ? ate the mouse zoan fruit unknowingly thinking I’d be a cooler ability

I hope you don't mind if I turned this into a little drabble bc it inspired me. It was such a cute idea.

(Okay this got out of hand... I am incapable of telling a succinct story)

The Only Free Cheese Is in the Mousetrap

You had to admit, when you first ate the Mouse-Mouse fruit, you thought it was going to be something a little bit cooler. Mice were small and lame. No one would blink twice at a silly little mouse. As it turned out, that was your advantage.

You had been trying to hitch a ride through the Grand Line and you had been successful for the most part, hiding in the storage of random ships, eating whatever you could find. You didn't need much as an innocent little mouse. This ship, however, had no food in storage. There were only weapons and prisoners. If you got caught on this ship, the consequences would surely be dire.

The mistake was made when you decided to venture around the ship in search of food. You happened to find yourself in the workshop of the notorious K.I.D., Eustass 'Captain' Kid that is. Unfortunately you were a very unique, bright white mouse. It didn't leave you much in the way of camouflage, unless there was a bowl of flour somewhere. Even more unfortunate was that Kid was a very observant man and spotted you instantly.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A wee mouse?" Kid crouched in front of you.

You had been so sure he was going to crush you under his foot.

"Yer not even scared, eh?"

In truth, you were terrified, in the third, secret state of fight or flight: freeze.

"Wait here, mousey."

Kid returned to his bench, where there was a mostly empty plate, save for some crumbs. He collected them in his hands and returned to the interesting white mouse, sprinkling them on the floor.

"Here ya go."

He returned to his work, glancing up at you every so often to watch you nibble on the crumbs.

The next evening, you returned. He wasn't going to squish you and he even fed you. If he continued, you could just do this and survive until the next stop in port. You were pleasantly surprised to find that he had already set out some cubes of cheese.

"There ya go, mousey. I got the good stuff from Killer's stash."

That made your tiny mouse ears flick forward. So there's better food somewhere on the ship.

It turned out, you didn't have to search for it. Kid brought it to you. Over the next evenings, Kid left grapes, cheese, bread, bananas, and a bunch of other little tidbits. After about a week, there was a tiny metal table and chair set out with the food on top. You played along and sat in the chair for him, which mad him extremely happy. He moved it slightly closer to his bench every night until it was on the top of his desk. If someone had told you that you would be eating cubes of cheese, sitting on the desk of Eustass 'Captain' Kid, you would have laughed in their faces, but here you were doing just that.

This evolved even further until you were being carried around in a pocket on the inside of his coat. It was a little warm, but it offered protection. Every so often, he would sneak a crumb into the pocket for you.

"Boss, why are you feeding your coat?" Heat had been watching him put crumbs in his pocket over the course of dinner.

"No I'm not!" Kid said defensively, not answering the question correctly.

Killer reached out to pull open his coat, but Kid snatched it closer to him. Killer tugged on it harder.

"Stop it! Yer gonna hurt Mousey!"

"Mousey?" Killer let go of Kid's coat.

Kid hmphed.

"Kid."

Begrudgingly, Kid opened his coat.

"I don't see anything," Wire quipped.

Kid's face had a light dusting of pink. He whispered into his coat, "Come on out." Nothing happened. "It's okay."

You didn't expect to be revealed to anyone and you were reluctant to come out. Kid had kept you safe this far, though. You poked your snout out of the pocket and sniffed. There were quite a lot of people in the room. Your round, soft ears followed until your whole head was peering out of the pocket's edge. You were met with a chorus of adoring squeals from the girls and even some of the guys in the crew. Kid scratched between your ears, which you were ashamed to say, felt amazing and a squeak slipped out of your mouse mouth.

Heat covered his face. "So cute." Heat reached out to scratch your head.

"Don't ya touch my Mousey." Kid possessively closed his coat.

Heat's face got even sadder than it normally was.

"Just keep that thing out of my kitchen," Killer said. "They're full of germs."

Kid muttered down into the pocket. "Don't listen to him, Mousey. He's just jealous."

The next few days, since you weren't really a secret anymore, you spent sitting on Kid's shoulder. Killer had just as much disdain for you as he did initially, much to Kid's dismay. He really wanted his first mate to think you were as cool as Kid thought. Even the tiny leather jacket he made you didn't convince the blonde.

Kid fed you well, but you were still intrigued by this secret food stash that supposedly existed. There wasn't much entertainment as a mouse on a ship and you were getting bored. So at night, you had been searching the ship for this treasure. The kitchen was the most obvious, yet the scariest place to hunt. Certainly if there was hidden food, it would be there, however, Killer was extremely territorial and observant. It would be dangerous to search that particular area. Tonight was the night you would risk it.

It was easy enough to slip under the kitchen door. Finding the good treats was harder, but your well-equipped nose was able to sniff them out. The problem came when your tiny mouse hands were unable to figure out how to open the secret paneling that the food was hidden behind. You could turn into your human form, risky as it was. It would be nice to stretch it out. You had been a mouse for several weeks.

Taking your human form, you poked around the paneling until it revealed its contents. There was a variety of fancy or high quality specialty foods, including cheeses and preserved meats. You found a knife and cut small pieces from a few things you were interested in. Then you put everything back in its approximate original position. You climbed onto the counter and reverted back into a mouse, stuffing the tiny pieces of food you had curated into your cheeks.

The following day, as Killer went about his business, he noticed a set of bare footprints on the floor. There was a light dusting of flour from the day before when he made pasta from scratch. He hadn't noticed it before now. What was strange was that the footprints were only in one spot, like a person materialized and dematerialized there. It was also strange that someone who wasn't Kid was barefoot in the kitchen, and these footprints were about half the size of his. He somewhat brushed it off, that is, until he noticed the other footprints on the counter, the much tinier, much mousier footprints.

You had been spending most of your time in the walls of the ship, when you weren't being carried around in Kid's pocket. Today was no exception. You spent some of your time exploring listening in on others' conversations. Peering through the cracks of the wood, you decided to eavesdrop on Kid. Killer had come to talk to him and you were curious about what the captain and first-mate talked about. It was a good thing you did, since you were the subject matter.

"Kid, there's something up with your mouse."

His head snapped up from what he was doing. "What? Did something happen to them?"

"The 'mouse' is fine." Killer made air-quotes as he spoke.

"What do ya mean 'mouse'?" Kid copied his air-quotes.

"I mean I don't think it's just a mouse." Killer explained. "There are footprints in my kitchen that go from human to mouse." Killer wasn't stupid. He could put the pieces together.

"So ya think Mousey is a person?"

"I do."

"Prove it."

Shit. He was on to you. You didn't even notice the footprints you left behind. Should you even show up to eat? Or would it be more suspicious if you didn't? You ended up waiting until Kid left for the night before skittering out to grab your little crumbs and retreating into the wall.

You made yourself relatively scarce for the next few days, meaning you spent more time spying on the crew, for entertainment purposes only. One particular conversation caught your attention. You only caught portions of it, but it was clearly a mutinous theme. It ended shortly after you caught on to it, however, so you didn't get any details. Technically, it wasn't your problem. This wasn't your crew and you weren't planning on sticking around. It ate at you though. It felt wrong not to repay Kid for keeping you safe. Maybe you could return the favor.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary after that. Maybe they had given up on their plans. Until one evening in particular, someone new had delivered Kid's dinner to his workshop. He didn't always eat in there but he did more and more after he started feeding you. There was something off about the smell of the food. It wasn't right. Before Kid could eat any, you scrambled up to the table and bit his hand as he reached for the fork.

"Mousey! What the fuck?! That hurt." Kid bopped your head with a finger. "No biting."

As he reached for the fork again you knocked it onto the floor.

"Don't piss me off, Mouse."

He wasn't going to take the hint. He leaned over to pick up the fork, which is when you took the opportunity to push the plate onto the floor.

"FUCK!"

You knew he wasn't going to be happy, in spite of that, you couldn't watch him eat poisoned food. You tried to run away afterward, knowing this. However, you were slow compared to him and his powers quickly put a tiny metal cage around you.

"Ya act like this after all I've done for ya?! Bad mouse!" He picked up the miniature jail cell and gave it a shake, causing you to tumble around inside, with squeaks of discomfort.

Kid stomped off with you in tow and threw you to Killer once he found the first mate.

"Take this little shit to the brig."

Killer gave him a questioning look behind his mask. "You want me to put the mouse in a cell?"

"Well, I ain't gonna kill it. I'm not a monster."

Kid relayed all your crimes to the blonde. It was funny, how Killer felt a little bit bad for you, even though he had never shown you favor prior to that. You bounced with every step he took down to the brig.

"Oh, Mousey. You fucked up." Killer was to keep you here until they docked somewhere to let you go.

No, you fucked up. Neither of them were familiar with mouse physiology it seemed. The bars on your prison were way too far apart. As soon as Killer left, you squeezed out of the cage and made a beeline back to Kid's workshop.

It was vacant at the moment. You hurried to the desk and found a writing instrument. It was tough in your diminutive body, but you left a message for the captain:

YOU ARE IN DANGER.

You hoped he took it seriously. Then you scurried your furry body back to your cell before anyone noticed, not that they would.

Unfortunately, Kid thought it was a prank. You tried another note on his desk. You tried to leave him a note on his mirror in lipstick. At this point, Kid considered that there was a ghost on board. Clearly this method wasn't working. Once it became obvious, you started venturing out of the cage when you knew there wasn't anyone scheduled to come down there to feed or check on you. The next best thing to try was going back to spying and figuring out who exactly was involved.

Now, what you would do when you figured it out? That was decided for you. It wasn't what you intended. But what were you supposed to do? One of the men spotted you. And he backed you into a corner. And he was going to step on you. Your only choice was to transform. And when he pulled a knife? Well, of course you had to disarm him. And now that he had seen you and knew you heard his plot, you couldn't just leave a loose end like that. So you had no choice but to cut his throat. You left the knife in his hand. Not very believable but there were footsteps in the hall and you had to get out of there.

Not long after that, Killer came down to your cell and squatted down, lifting your prison until you were eye level.

"I know it was you."

You licked your paw and groomed your ear, very cutely, you might add.

"You can't fool me. You really need to learn to cover your tracks."

You scratched the back of your other ear with your hind leg.

Killer let out a frustrated growl and dropped your cage. He stomped out of the brig.

How is he so observant! You really should have remembered about the tracks, especially since that's how he noticed the first time. Now what? Either their plan would be foiled by losing a member or they would escalate, thinking they had been found out. You knew there were others, and you had to find out who they were, and quickly.

Your investigative antics became riskier. You went into cabins and dug through drawers. You followed people around using the walls. You were getting closer. Until one day, you found two more people chatting. They were definitely up to no good. The more you listened the more alarmed you were. They were going to make an attempt on Kid's life again tomorrow.

There was no way you could take them both on. The only reason you won against the other guy was because you took him by surprise. You couldn't send a message to Kid either. That hadn't worked. If you tried to tell him as a human, he wouldn't trust that. The only person that knew your secret, or at least was fairly confident in his assumptions, was Killer. Maybe you could risk telling him. Maybe he would believe you. It was doubtful.

When you scampered back to your cage, you came to an abrupt stop. Killer was there waiting for you. You gulped. You were frozen. You were caught.

"Where have you been, mouse?"

The jig was most certainly up. He snatched you in his fist faster than you thought possible. You squeaked, trying to gain a little sympathy as a cute creature. Maybe it would make him believe you were a regular mouse. Then you bit him. He didn't even flinch. He was smart. He was trying to force you to reveal yourself, squeezing you gradually tighter and tighter.

You were forced into your human form to avoid being crushed, even then, his grip on your throat was immovable. You could sense his smugness in being right. He wasn't even surprised. You were grateful that however this fruit worked, you got to keep your clothes on when you transformed.

"Stop! Please!" You scratched at his hands.

Killer slammed you against the wall. "You killed one of my crew! You're going to pay for it."

"M-mu-tiny," you rasped out. The edges of your vision were going black.

Killer loosened his grip. "What did you say?"

"There's gonna be a mutiny."

Killer pushed you against the wall harder. "So you're a murderer and you've turned our own crew against us?"

"N-no. Please. L-et me go." You gasped for air. "I'll ex-plain."

Killer was decent enough to hear you out, and was shocked by the accusations. You couldn't help him further though. You hadn't heard their names and the way you described them was vague. It left Killer in a tough place. He didn't trust you, yet if you were telling the truth and his captain was in danger, he had to.

"I-I have an idea."

Killer didn't like your idea. Yet, it was better than anything he could think of, so he went along with it. And that was how you found yourself sitting on the inside of the Massacre Soldier's helmet, hanging onto his hair the next day. You could see out of the eyeholes better than you expected. Killer was strategically staring at each individual member and you were to whisper in his ear when you saw the people who were plotting.

As you spotted them, you hurriedly signaled to Killer that they were the culprits. As they had no proof, Killer was simply going to talk to them. But, as one does when being approached by a brick house of a man like Massacre Soldier, they got scared. This was not their plan, but they were so nervous, especially after one of them was killed, that they thought they had been found out. They both jumped Killer, and in the process of him defending himself, you slipped out of his mask and fell onto the deck.

You shook it off and your eyes searched for Kid, who was so distracted by the seemingly random scuffle, that he wasn't watching his own back, where a third, unexpected assailant was waiting. You ran as fast as your short legs would carry you. He spotted you instantly.

"Mousey? How'd you-"

Kid was taken aback by watching you run straight through his legs, and as he turned, seeing you transmute your form into that of a human. A human who was wrestling a gun out of someone's hand. Someone who was obviously trying to point said gun at him.

Regrettably, Kid was just a touch too shocked to react in time. His devil fruit activated to take the gun, but only after a shot was fired. He felt nothing. You, on the other hand, dropped to your knees and doubled over, clutching your midsection.

Was this how you imagined yourself being celestially discharged from this life? No. Did you have regrets? Probably. But saving Eustass Kid wasn't one of them. After all, what other mouse could say they saved a notorious pirate captain? Maybe your devil fruit wasn't that lame in the end.

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Kid thought about you a lot. They didn't have a trained doctor on board. They had to leave you at an island that had, thankfully, been in close range for you to be treated. He shouldn't be sad; his plan was to drop you off at the next island. Still, it felt wrong not to say goodbye or at least thank you.

Killer was grateful to you for saving his captain, even after being 'imprisoned' and roughed up by them. Even though you owed them no loyalty, you were more loyal than crewmates they had on board for months.

Several weeks passed. Kid happened to look up to see the NewsCoo delivery bird. The bird landed with a newspaper, some new wanted posters, and a small package. Curious, Kid picked it up and shook it next to his ear. Weird, what kind of gift made squeaks. Kid tore it open to find a dazed, white mouse.

"Oh fuck! Mousey! Sorry!"

You stumbled around in his hand, dizzy.

He hugged his hand to his chest and gave you a giant kiss on the head, staining your white fur red. In his excitement, he forgot you were a person. Upon remembering, he had a pink dusting to his cheeks and set you down.

You transformed into a human in front of him.

"Why did ya come in the mail?!"

"Cheaper fare than a boat," you grinned.

Kid all but threw you over his shoulder. "Killer! Look what we got in the mail!"

Killer stifled a laugh as he noticed a big red imprint of lips on your forehead. Kid went just as red as the mark when he noticed that it transferred to your human appearance. And neither one of those assholes told you it was there either.

Kid dropped the "y" from the end of your name from then on, but slipped up on occasion, still referring to you as Mousey. He still asked you to join him for dinner sometimes, too, as a person though, not a mouse; he didn't give you crumbs either. He liked your company.

Killer was impressed by your knowledge of cheeses and asked you to come shopping with him on islands for provisions. You also had a knack for picking the ripest fruits. He usually asked you to personally deliver Kid's meals, you know, to avoid another poisoning.

And some would even go as far as to say they saw a white critter scurrying under Kid or Killer's doors in the late hours of the night or scurrying out early in the morning.

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

Imma open my mind abt Tim Jason and Duke to you every day now I fucking love them.

Jason, Duke and Tim are almost 24/7 hours on Face Time, talking? No, just being, they're in the same room but still face timing cuz Duke likes to post those "24 hours again with twins 🔥" or smth like that, and sometimes they even talk to eachother through their sleeps

Tim and Duke having a whole ass conversation while sleeping on facetime and Jason is just there laughing when he gets home from patrol at night

Tim and Duke team up to mess with Jason even if they know he'd answer it while awake cuz its just fun.

Jason and Tim are out patrolling together while telling Duke whats happening even thought he's asleep

Even when they are with their respective partners they are on a call [Thought no voice nor camera open] and they just sometimes chime in to say smth abt the convo and leaves again

Tim and Duke also love to use Jason as a pillow

Ah yes, the classic "on call but could easily not be", the times of true friendship. They definitely do that. I don't see how they WOULDN'T!

I feel like it would be a very comforting presence for them, y'know? Like, no one has to be on the call and no one usually has anything that's necessary to talk about, yet they stay on the call because they want to.

The first time Tim stays on call with them overnight, he's very pleasantly surprised. Like, the call has been pretty silent for the past 15 minutes, aside from the background noise coming from Jason's patrol and the light snores from Duke's end. Jason finally goes home and Tim thinks he's probably going to hang up, but Jason just takes his phone with him into the bathroom and turns off his camera.

Something along these lines, I think

Tim: *Internally debating whether he should hang up or not*

Jason, getting home: "Gotta shower.. sleep."

Tim: "Yeah, I should probably, like, do my skincare."

Jason: "'Kay." *Takes phone into bathroom and shuts off camera*

Tim: ..interesting

Jason eventually gets out of the shower and turns his camera back on, just to throw himself into bed and knock out. Tim is left with a weird feeling of 'this kind of makes me happy and wanted in an interesting way, didn't know I could feel that' and goes to bed.

Jason would definitely sleep in, and Tim and Duke would do that think of 'hey Jason, stay sleeping if..' knowing fully well he's still asleep. "Jason, stay sleeping if you think I'm awesome." "Jason, don't say anything if I'm your favorite." "Jason, stay quiet if I can have the last yogurt." Jason does not like this. He will wake up to a half empty closet and a raided fridge, and they'll show him videos they took of him sleeping through their questions as "evidence."

I think it'd be funny if when Jason and Tim are patrolling, they talk to Duke without even realize it. Like they start narrating things they're doing and talking their thoughts through, not because they think they need to tell Duke, but because they subconsciously want him to know and just have a weird urge to narrate themselves. They understand each other, so it's not weird. The other bats are very confused. They make Jason do a blood test one day to test for possible poisons because on patrol he said "I am now loading my gun" while doing just that. They think he has some sort of truth serum. He does not.

They're all so used to being on call with each other, so they never get startled or caught off guard when someone speaks over the phone. It's normal for them, but not for the people around them.

Like, Tim will be silently working on the Batcomputer with Bruce looking at some files or something. Jason randomly sneezes and Bruce almost goes flying out of his chair. He hears Duke mock him with an "achOo" and turns to Tim, who's eyes haven't left the screen. He didn't even know them three were that close. Didn't even know they spoke to each other often. He peers at the screen and sees Duke walking down the isle of a grocery store and Jason's camera off, but he gapes at the call time of 17 hours. He can't imagine why they would be on call for that long if they aren't even talking.

Jason will be with Roy, who's absolutely done with this. He always forgets Jason is on call until Duke or Tim mumble something random and he always gets scared. Jason will say something, and he'll go to answer, only to realize he was talking to the phone.

Duke is sitting on the bus, and the people around him silently peer over to look at his phone. There's two other people on the call, one of them who looks like he'll pass out any minute, and the other who's only showing half his face while he scrolls on his phone. The bus people think they're trying to break a world record. They're sure they have already won.

Since they're on call literally all day, I'm sure their phones are always charging. Like, if they're lounging around the apartment or something it's plugged in to the wall. They carry around packs of portable chargers with them wherever they go. It's a bit.. much.

AND YES!! PILLOW JASON!!

Yes to all physical affection in general, but not the "normal type?" They don't go up to each other and exchange hugs or anything, but they're like always in contact whenever they're physically around each other. Jason will drape himself over them if they're sitting in a chair. They like it, it feels like a weighted blanket. Duke will always be leaning against someone. Sitting back to back, a hand on the shoulder, leaning against their legs when he sits on the floor in front of the couch. Tim will just start poking them. Duke is sitting next to him trying to eat breakfast and he's being rapidly poked in the cheek. Jason's ears are always red because Tim likes to pull at them when he's bored. He'll knock his forehead against their shoulders.

They always find a way to fit on the same couch. Accidental kicks to the face, awkwardly places limbs, an elbow in the side. They are not deterred. It's comfortable in it's own way. They'll all lay on the floor sometimes. Dick walks into the Batcave one day and sees them laying on the mats. Jason is on his stomach, Tim's head is on the back of his shoulder with his arm draped across his back. Duke is laying on Jason's thigh and is hugging one of Tim's stray legs. They're passed out. Dead asleep. Dick doesn't know the last time he saw Tim sleep. He lets it be after a quick picture.

I love them <3

[gremlin-girly]

Can I request for your 20s questions challenge

Steve Rogers + "What are we going to tell the others?" + Arrange marriage

Thank you 🥰❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for this ask 🥺 it actually reminded me of a wip I had ages ago and so I've finally put it together. Sorry it took so long! Enjoy ❤️

Arranged

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Trope: Arranged marriage

Quote: "what are we going to tell the others?"

Not beta'd. All my work is 18+ and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through AI.

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, Royal/Bridgeton-esque AU, arranged marriage,

Masterlist | Steve Rogers Collection | 20s Challenge | 20s Masterlist

Steven Grant Rogers, crown prince of Angeion, never had much luck with women. It wasn't for lack of trying on his part but, when stood next to his knight Bucky, Steven couldn't catch a maiden's glance even if he was king.

He'd courted, of course, that was expected when he became old enough. However, the only women he seemed to court either had more interest in Bucky (giggling and paying no attention to Steve, trying to catch Bucky's eye) or were quite clearly interested in the status and wealth that came with being a potential future queen.

After numerous failed courtships (that were beginning to gain negative attention), Steve's mother, the Queen Regent, had announced that she would make a match on Steve's behalf.

"Mother," Steve pleaded in a hushed voice as they walked through the gardens. "I can pick my own wife. I've just not found the right one."

"Good thing I have found her for you," Queen Sarah chuckles and pats her son's arm lovingly. "I'm sorry Steven but there are sacrifices we must make. You'll understand when you're king."

Steve puffs his cheeks in a pout and narrows his eyes, half playful - half annoyed. "Whatever happened to true love?"

The Queen snorts. "Whatever happened to it indeed."

"Bucky suggested that I go with him on a training trip." Steve says, quickly changing the topic. "A year or two to study the art of war, fighting and whatever else that princes study. A king must know how to win a war."

The Queen narrows her eyes at her son skeptically, taking in his thin body as he disguises a cough in his hand. With a withering sigh she concedes, before shooting a glare to Bucky who walks a few feet behind them. Bucky grins and waves, making Sarah roll her eyes.

"Very well." She nods. "But only a year, Steven. Then you need to marry."

It turns out that a year is not very long.

When Steve returned to his home many, especially the ladies, we're surprised to find that scrawny Steve Rogers had transformed into one of the most handsome suitors in the country. He'd had a growth spurt and was now a good few inches taller, chest and shoulders broader, and his hair had been styled perfectly (despite him urging that he hadn't touched it).

Rumours spread that Steve had gone away to make a deal with a devil or pay for a potion; not that it mattered to the ladies of the court. A single, handsome prince was in the market for a wife and, even though a year ago no woman would look at him twice, Steve now had a presence of confidence that he hadn't exuded before. This meant, rather irritatingly for Bucky, Steve was gaped, gawped and gawked at everywhere he went more than before and was often surrounded by women.

Today was no different and as Steve spotted a gaggle of ladies coming to follow him like a mother duck he took off down a side street, leaving Bucky to be almost trapped by the squad of women with their shoes clicking against the cobblestones.

Steve took a sharp right, pleasantly smug that he was faster than before, and came to a dead end. He could hear the ladies calling for him and in a blind panic, scrambled up the wall in front of him, half throwing himself over the edge and onto the hard lawn six feet below with a thud.

It wasn't everyday that a prince fell into your garden.

You pause to watch him roll upright, your paint brush dripping small explosions of pink water colour against your gown. He jumps to his feet, head whipping back and forth like a frightened cat. The whoops and squeals of ladies died to questioning huh? 's over the other side of the wall and you see the prince's stiff shoulders relax slightly.

When he turns, brushing some leaves and petals that had stuck to him from his clothes, he spots you. You go to open your mouth but he frantically waves at you, pressing his finger to his lips as he approaches.

"Please don't scream." He pleads quietly, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm trying to escape them."

You glance at the wall with a smirk, hearing one of the ladies take charge and urging the others to split up and look for one Prince Steven. You look back to your stranger, his blue eyes bright and begging for your mercy, as you smile softly and shuffle up in your seat to make a space for him.

"I only have one cup of cold tea." You tell him, leaning forward to add a gently stroke to your painting. "And so long as your quiet, I wouldn't mind your company."

Steven nods and slips in beside you, keeping a gentlemanly distance between you. He sighs in relief when there's a flurry of footsteps away from the wall, and focuses his attention to your painting.

Hues of pink, purple and green are scattered in bursts of colour across the canvas, the image of a bright hydrangea bush becomes clear.

"It's beautiful." Steve says enthusiastically as you're mid-brush. "Did you paint this yourself?"

You stop and look at him with a raised brow and Steve feels himself flush with embarassment at his own stupidity. If it weren't for the fact that you were painting on the canvas, the other clues such as your paint-stained fingers and the smudges of green on your cheek should have been a dead giveaway.

But instead of ignoring his stupidity, you snort at him and continue painting.

"Perhaps there's a ghost in the garden, Prince Rogers." You tease gently, dipping your brush into the murky water of a mason jar besides your paint. "Possessing me to paint on this spectacularly convient canvas I've only just noticed."

"You know me?" Steve asks, before internally cursing his own stupidity again. Of course you knew who he was. He was the prince of the country.

"I know your name." You say, mixing your brush in two shades of green and stamping them to the canvas. Steve watches as you create leaves with such ease, mesmerised by your talent. "I do not know you. Not anymore."

Steve ponders your words for a moment, his heart stirring in his chest. "Not anymore?"

You sigh through your nose and look over to him, dropping your hands into your lap. "I remember you before this." You gesture vaguely to his form. "The sweet young man who drew so beautifully."

Steve blinked. No one had ever really paid attention to who he was before. Or so he thought.

"Right." Steve clicks his tongue thoughtfully. "Well, I'm different now. I'm-"

Steve is to attempt to think of a better descriptor of whom he had become, even though he felt like he hadn't changed at all, before you cut him off.

"Oh? That's a shame."

Then you go back to your paints.

Steve blinks, dumbfounded. He'd grown taller, had more muscle, he could grow a beard now and now that all the ladies swooned over him like they had for Bucky, he found himself drawn to the only one that seemed indifferent to his new look.

"I'm not that different." Steve argues half-heartedly. "I mean, I look different and I've been away learning and training. But I'm still-"

He catches you trying not to smile as you paint and his heart leaps excitedly.

"I'm still me." He finishes a little more confidently, sitting a little straighter.

"I'm pleased to hear it." Your voice is soft, pleasant, and Steve can hear the sincerity of your words in your tone.

Your eyes flicker to his and Steve's head swims, his breath catching as he tries in vain to come up with something smart to say. Something witty to make you laugh.

"So," he begins awkwardly. "Painting."

"Painting." You repeat back to him with a grin, deepening the colour of your hydrangea petals. "What about it, my prince?"

Steve blushes. "Do you paint only flowers?"

"Flowers mostly. I'm not very good at portraits." You say, cleaning your brush.

"And only watercolours?" Steve presses, enthused. "I could never get the water and paint ratio quite right."

"I prefer watercolour." You admit setting your brush on the easel and wiping your hands in a colourfully stained rag. "I would be happy to show you some time - if you show me your drawings."

"Sounds like a fair trade, my lady."

You try not to shiver as a wave of excitement rolls over you but as you turn to face Steve, he snorts.

Your brows furrow for a second before embarrassment heats your cheeks as you realise with a sinking feeling, that you've rubbed paint on your face.

"May I?" Steve asks, dipping his pristine white cuff into your dirty paint water and holding it up to you in offering. You nod shyly, allowing the prince to wipe away your paint.

His touch is gentle but it's gone too soon. You realise you've had your eyes closed throughout the sweet gesture and when you open them you find Steve's eyes looking directly back at you.

"I have an appointment to keep." You squeak out, jumping to your feet and almost knocking over your easel. Steve follows suit.

"Let me escort you back."

As you walk together, you're oddly close. Steve apologises profusely about landing in your garden and you point out all of the flowers ypu have already painted. Conversation flows easily, and is pleasant, the air is light with polite excitement that you know you aren't the only one feeling. By the time you reach the reception room (your head maid giving you an odd look at the random apparition of the Prince), you're already nostalgic about your conversations.

Steve stops mid-reach for the door handle to the foyer and turns to you. "Can I be forward?"

"If falling into my garden wasn't forward enough, then by all means your highness." You smirk at him, and Steve almost crumbles at the sight.

"I've never... You are..." He takes a breath and steels his nerves. "I would like to court you. Officially. I've never met anyone quite like you before."

"Aren't you engaged?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Steve can't quite place your tone, but it's somewhere between curious and amused. "What are we going to tell the others?"

"That it is the will of the future king that I want to get to know you and not some random woman who my mother picked for me." Steve huffs. "That is, if you would like that to be my will?"

Even though you don't answer immediately, there is an unmistakable glimmer in your eyes that tells Steve your answer.

"I think I would, your highness." You bow your head slightly

"Just Steve." He insists. "Call me Steve."

The door suddenly swings inwards, almost knocking Steve in the back of the head and he tumbles forwards managing (just barely) to catch himself before barrelling into you.

"Steven?" Queen Sarah gasps as she enters the room. Servants trail behind her; your lady-in-waiting looking particularly rattled by the Queen's sudden appearance and mouthing a "Sorry ma'am" to you.

"Mother?"

"Your majesty." You curtsey low and bow your head, but when you rise you're smiling at the Queen. "I hope I didn't keep you too long. Steven walked the garden with me after falling into it."

Steve looks between you and his mother incredulously. "Why didn't you say you were meeting my mother?"

"Would you have stayed for as long as you did?" You counter and Steve's cheeks grow pink.

"I trust my son behaved himself?" The Queen asks, ignoring her son.

"Of course, your majesty. He was a gentleman." You nod approvingly. "Just as you said."

"I'm glad that spending all that time with Bucky didn't rub off on him." The Queen replies, narrowing her eyes at Steve, who smiles sheepishly. "I do suppose that makes me the first to congratulate you on your engagement?"

"I - wait - mother. I need to speak with you. About my engagement." Steve's spine almost turns to jelly under his mother's glare but he swallows his nerves and clammers on. "I cannot marry whomever you've picked. I'm sure she's lovely but I would like to court Lady Y/L/N."

The Queen looks at her son, blinking in bewilderment, before looking at you and then to him again. "What?"

"I would like-"

"No." The Queen holds up her hand to silence Steve and he catches you stifling a laugh out of the corner of his eye. "By all means court her all you want - she is your fiancée."

Now Steve blinks at you with bewilderment, mimicking his mother's expression to a T. Slowly, his lips begin to twitch upwards and his excitable gleam returns to his azure eyes.

"Now, why didn't you tell me that?"

"I didn't think it was in your best interest, your highness." You say simply, looking a little too smug about the situation. "You had just launched yourself over my garden wall to escape many ladies vying for your attention. I doubted the last thing you needed was another claiming to be your fiancée."

Steve scratches the back of his head a little sheepishly. "Yes. I may have found that to be a bit much."

Steve grins over at you, beaming brightly and you try to keep you're lady-like composure but there's a heat creeping up your neck that you can't stop and have to glance away, biting back an equally excitable grin.

The Queen looks between you both with a pleased smile, waving her hands dismissively and turning on her heel followed closesly by her ladies-in-waiting. "I suppose my job here is done. Enjoy your afternoon."

Steve bows his head at his mother's back respectfully before offering his hand out to you. "I believe you have some tea that's getting cold."

You place your hand into his and smile at him. "At least I can offer you a cup this time."

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kinktober day one: daddy kink

>>> welcome to the start of kinktober 2023 with ya girl, kylee. i'm so excited to participate this year, with the following that i have, the friends i've made, and the stories we've all worked on so far. i'm so proud of every writer putting in that work this month!

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: daddy kink-obviously-breeding kink, choking, clit stimulation, marking/ biting mention. creampie, nanami is such a whipped man it's borderline concerning, luv him 5ever >>>wc: 1.6k >>> event masterlist

the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, making you gasp out and struggle for breath. or it was due to the thick hand wrapped around your neck, strong and steady against your jumping pulse. he wasn’t like this often, so pent up with need and frustration that kento can’t help but rut into you like he was told he’d never get the chance to again.  his tanned chest heaves with breath, beads of sweat running in and out of the divots of his body. he looks so stunning like this, the honey blond tresses that you love to tug on so much sprawl in every direction, brown eyes zeroed in on every tick of your brow or ‘o’ of your mouth. his gaze was intense, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. not with his hand on your throat and every ounce of passion in his body driving into your cunt as hard as he can slam in. 

“you take me so well, darling.” he coos, pulling his hand from your neck in favor of pushing your thighs to your chest. he wanted to get a better angle, smiling to himself with a genuine pride as he watches your pretty pink hole swallow his fat cock, silken walls squeezing down on his lengthy shaft everytime it kisses your womb. he can’t help but draw well-timed circles across your clit, relishing the sweet gasps and moans you cry out with. your hands claw at his shoulders to demand him closer to you, and he hisses pleasantly at the sensation. 

“it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” you whimper sweetly in his ear, and he’s almost embarrassed at how your saccharine whisper makes his dick jump, his brutal strokes stuttering a bit. your nails dig into his skin and your pussy clenches down on him again as you say it, and he kicks his pace up impossibly faster. his cock is perfect, hitting every spot just right, his girth stretching you every time, usually abusing your cervix like it is now. 

it was no secret he loved that name. loved it to such an extent that you called him that more often than his real name or any other pet name one would traditionally use for their husband–and it started way before you tied the knot. kento nanami hadn’t ever particularly felt special before in his entire life. not even amongst sorcerers. he thought his cursed technique was decent at best, and hated seeing talented sorcerers like satoru gojo walk around without a care in the world. nanami never felt like he had a role in life, settling to just live and work his life away. he would go home and watch shows or cook or maybe get into music–something mindless and low effort. maybe one day he would meet some average lady, probably at a market or bookstore if he had to say. then he would marry that girl and be happy enough. maybe even have a couple of kids while he works at that same job and does his best to stay out of trouble no matter the part of his rebel soul that desires to be known, to be important–necessary. 

so when he met you, the very personification of trouble, by happenstance, he knew his worldview had changed. you were a light he had never seen before, exquisite beauty paired with a bewitching personality and dangerous wit, he was in love with you before he had gotten your name. it was so utterly unlike him, such a logician and pessimist. he didn’t even know how you had wandered in, this location was veiled to non-sorcerers, but kento knew by the looks of you that you weren’t supposed to be there. so he’s surprised when he finds himself protecting you, knowing such a little thing like yourself had somehow bypassed the veil had him worried about you, and as much as he tried to tell himself he would be this concerned for any regular citizen that had wandered into a cursed trap, he knows it’s because he wants to be your hero, and he wants to matter in your story, maybe even become part of it himself. and you’re sweet. so darling he can’t even comprehend how quickly he’s become entranced by you. you talk to him through the entire mission, unable to see the cursed spirits yourself, you can only follow the tall man’s instructions, and clap whenever he waved you back to his side and straightened his patterned tie. 

he thought it was adorable, and even though you had no idea what he was doing, quite literally watching him slash through air with nothing but the foreboding sense of evil confirming the things the man named kento nanami told you about citizens and sorcerers and cursed energy and spirits. you praised him after, thanking him for keeping you safe. you bat your eyelashes at him, the affection in your eyes hard to miss. it was as if you thought the world of him, and it put a paralyzing grip on his heart. he had to see you again, and luckily you tucked your phone into the palm of his hand and smiled that same sun-moon-and-stars smile at him before he summoned the courage to ask for it himself. he programs his contact into your phone, but just the number. he hands it back to you, still on the contact page. you giggle and under the guise of flirtatious joking, put him in as ‘baby daddy.’ 

yeah, you were certainly a bundle of trouble. but kento took pleasure in undoing you layer by layer, getting to know you and growing his love for you day by day. the ‘joke’ of calling him daddy became a very real theme inside and outside the bedroom–only paused when in public. he finally had a role in life, the way you shower him in affection and lull that name off your lips is enough to make him feel whole, like every transgression he had experienced up to this point was a destination on the journey to be your perfect man, someone you put all your trust and love into. he felt like the most important man in the world, being by your side was the greatest reward a man like him could ask for. he had more than he had hoped for, but there was still a few goals left on his list, like seeing himself become your real baby daddy. 

with the way your tits bounce as he fucks into you, cunt squelching and leaking all over the sheets, he thinks this is the perfect time to really try. your sultry babblings of his name prickle goosebumps into his flesh–either that or it’s from your nails raking over his chest to pinch his overly sensitive nipples. his cock twitches against your spongy spot again, and a loud moan tears from your throat. he doesn’t repress the grunt that comes in response, nodding his head to the words that had been on repeat since you said them. “it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” 

“that’s my girl, are you ready to be my little baby mama? tell daddy what you want, angel.” he says, withdrawing from your gripping walls  and slamming back in so hard your vision danced with colored orbs, mouth unable to form the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. you nod, feeling trails of saliva slide down your chin, drooling as he brutalizes your cunt. “use your words, darling, daddy needs to hear what you need.” 

“i’m ready daddy, please–god, wanna make you a daddy for real, i’ll give you the prettiest family, i swear!” you cry, the rate at which you spasm around him and claw at his chest tells him that you’re gonna cum again, for maybe the fifth time tonight. you’re so lewd; the sounds you make and the pretty white ring being smeared around by your pussy lips swallowing the adornement back up again and the way your doll-like hands fondle your tits all combining perilously to tip him over the edge.

“i know you are, love. i know, i’ll make sure of it, you know daddy’s got you.” he coos, planting his lips along your neck, going back over dark bruises and teeth marks from the night of passion. then  his balls tighten and his release spurts into you in long bursts, and he feels your pussy throbs and let a stream of cum spray from your cunt, coating his abs in more of your essence then he had ever had the pleasure of before. his smile is wolf-like, his cock still plugging you full. he wants to take you up on it, breeding you to be your baby daddy once and for all. you’re fucked out of your mind, legs twitching with pleasure as you continue to whine and catch your breath. he watches you, everything about your post-orgasm glow making his heart swell as always. you were effortlessly perfect, it was maddening. 

he keeps your hole stopped up until his dick softens, and even then he’s pulling your panties back up, kissing your clit over the bundle. he quickly cleans his stomach up and changes the sheets around you, picking you up when need be. he’s still grinning ear to ear from making you cum like that, so many times and so violently. you’re absolute mush, and because he’s such a good daddy, he’ll spend the rest of the night taking care of his baby girl.

[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Aquamarine

A/n: You admit to Billie that you miss her presence while she's on tour, and she works with you to find the best solution to ease your worries.

"What about Blohsh? I can make him special, just for you," you feel Billie pulling you closer to her, making herself a little more comfortable on the bed than before: her back against the high wooden headboard, but her arms around your waist. The cozy rustle of the bedclothes and the warmth of the person next to you can't help but bring a smile, "something like engraving with my handwriting or new gems?"

"Sounds good, of course, but I'd like something more... mysterious? You know, something that's only understandable to you and me and no one else," you feel Billie snuggle her nose into your shoulder and snort contentedly. Her measured, warm breath tickles your skin even through the fabric of your voluminous T-shirt, sending a flock of goosebumps. Another, more vivid one follows, triggered by her intimate whisper:

"What do you remember most often when I'm not around?"

You hesitate, because to pick out one thing about Billie is something that's really maddeningly difficult. Eilish doesn't rush you, just strokes your naked thighs, draws patterns on your belly that only she understands, and just enjoys the night's silence, so rare for her, so mind-soothing.

"Your eyes. I remember very often the looks you cast at me."

"And what do my eyes remind you of? What do they look like?", Eilish almost purrs with pleasure as you rest your head on her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of her sly, squinting blue seas.

"Aquamarine? Or is it still blue topaz?"

"Thought about it that often?" - The singer clarifies, surprised by your so quick response.

"That's insulting, Eilish", you hum and lift yourself up a little, your palm fumbling for the phone buried in the huge blanket. It's not easy to do in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, but you manage it successfully, "I'm always thinking of you."

A gentle kiss on the top of your head as you assume your original position, returning to your girlfriend's arms. Compliment counts.

The pleasant click of the unlock takes you straight to the gallery on your phone, echoing your thoughts. A click on a recent photo, an attempt to zoom in with a gesture that almost immediately fails: Billie gently takes the phone right out of your palm. Followed by a click and a husky chuckle.

"You can look me in the eye, baby. Why do you need pictures when I'm literally behind your back?"

You freeze for a second, only then realizing the absurdity of the situation. Covering your face with your hands, you only provoke another wave of good-natured laughter.

"Look at me, my love."

The sheets rustle again: you turn obediently toward her, meeting her gaze. Then the silence fills the room again, broken harmoniously only by your breathing together. And the more you stare, the more the cool ocean blue in her eyes seems to be obscured by a misty haze, becoming several shades darker and more intense, which portends a storm of at least six points on the Beaufort scale - Eilish is getting excited, because the realization that all your attention and curiosity is now directed only to her is so pleasantly exhilarating. You realize that you feel as if you are the only white-sailed ship that the sea itself has allowed to ply her surface on this endless moonlit night. You realize you're about to drown. Because you want to.

"So what's the bottom line...?" - her whisper is practically at your lips. And even though she's lost all sense of patience, the gambling is much stronger now. - "What stone shall I present?"

"Aquamarine."

It's the last thing you say before you meet Eilish's hot lips, drowning in hot and assertive kisses.

The calm of your bedroom has been replaced by passion as quickly as the weather at sea.

[potatowitch]

you know how people from very specific professions get a bit anal about the representation of things from their profession in video games? like how a carpenter might take a close look at the wooden furniture in skyrim and go "hang on now, that furniture joint doesn't make any sense"?

mini rant incoming

as an ex stripper. I'm like that with video game strip clubs, especially how the dancers on stage move. I can say w certainty that the asari strippers in mass effect have some of the worst stage moves I've seen in games. pure "I've been at this club for two days and haven't even bought proper pleasers yet and they're throwing me on stage bc every other more experienced dancer is in a private room right now". except it's all the dancers. there are no 'more experienced' dancers, they ALL move like drunk baby strippers.

it's been a while since I've played vtm:b but I remember being pleasantly surprised with its representation of a strip club. vesuvius' decor was on point, the perfect tacky-yet-fun and definitely seedy type of vibe, and they actually have poles and private rooms. I don't remember exactly what the dancing itself looked like, but don't think I found it too bad.

a big thing I see in games is that they very rarely actually put poles on their stages. I don't understand this. the pole is there for a reason - it gives you a prop to work around, to lean up against, to run your hands on, to center your performance. you want something other than yourself to work with when trying to do erotic dancing - in the private dances, often the customer themselves is the prop for you to work from.

so many games have their dancers just up on stage with nothing else to incorporate into their moves, and it ends up looking a bit awkward. you need props!! it spices things up!! and also lets you lean on something when you need to take the pressure off your ankles in your 7 inch heels - which are worn FOR A REASON, they're considerably more comfortable and better to dance in than traditional heels, but they're still rough on your body.

anyway rant over. if you can afford to do so, go tip your local stripper and watch her do some actual erotic dancing. it's so much cooler to watch than most video games make it out to be.