#And immediately wanted to draw the wet cat herself again

[in-study-hell]

2 Pearl quotes from double life final session

[wosospacegirl]

I’m not being mean - Head Coach Leah x Arsenal! r (+18)

Summary: Coach! Leah punishes the reader during a forbidden make-out session.

Warnings: +18!!!!!! dominant!L x lots of kissing x fingering x reader being needy and L being mean x little bit of aftercare.

Word count: 1.2k.

Masterlist here

I'm kinda new to the Woso world, so I don't know if you guys like fics like this... but I'm a slut for dominant woman so yeah :D.

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Leah’s tongue was wet and warm against Y/n’s mouth, her icy hand gripping the youngest girl’s hip, pulling her closer as Leah deepened the kiss.

 Y/n moaned, tilting her head to give Leah room to explore her neck. The blonde woman found her lips at Y/n’s jugular, sucking it lightly.

“Don’t,” Y/n whined, pushing Leah away slightly. “You can’t leave marks, or the other will see them.”

“Use a turtleneck,” Leah mumbled unrepentantly, pulling Y/n closer, her mouth back on her neck.

“I can’t use a turtleneck for training,” Y/n said, her words and moans blending together. “That’s so good, Leah, more.” She whispered, opening her legs and grinding against Leah’s knee.

Leah smirked. Y/n was just like that, always worried about everything and everyone, but as soon as Leah touched her, she went limp.

Leah had agreed to become Arsenal’s manager after a career-ending injury had shattered her world. It took her some time to accept her new life, but Leah couldn’t say she was unhappy. The ex-lioness had been very successful in her new role. She led Arsenal to many victories, cups, and titles.

Unfortunately, being a manager also meant that Leah couldn’t kiss Y/n, the new Arsenal signing for the season.

Leah and Y/n didn’t get along at first. Leah was too grumpy and Y/n too enthusiastic. Y/n had said they were like a black cat and a golden retriever. Leah disagreed; she didn’t like cats.

The truth was: Leah and Y/n didn’t get on. Leah was rude when Y/n was kind. Leah was confident when Y/n was not. If they spent too much time talking, they would argue, so that’s when the make out sessions came in.

When the two women were making out, nothing else mattered. It was as if their bodies had known each other for centuries. Leah knew where to touch Y/n and the young girl was quick to do whatever Leah wanted of her.

Leah stopped their kiss to pull at Y/n shirt. It was dirty with grass and dirty from the pitch, but she didn’t care. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Leah whispered, looking at Y/n’s chest. The girl was wearing a smaller training bra, her erected nipples drawing Leah's attention.

The blonde quickly stripped Y/n’s down to her shorts, her mouth sucking on Y/n’s breast as Y/n rubbed herself even harder against Leah’s leg.

“Can I leave a mark here, love?” Leah asked teasingly, grinding in her teeth on Y/n’s nipple before taking it with her teeth.

Love.

Leah only called Y/n love when they were like... this. Y/n didn’t mind, or at least she told herself she didn’t mind that the only time Leah was affectionate towards her was when they were having sex.

Y/n was ripped from her thoughts as she felt Leah’s firm grip on her jaw. “Look at me,” Leah said. “If I ask you a question, you answer it immediately, understand?”

Y/n nodded, moaning as Leah gave her a sharp slap on her ass. It would have hurt even more if she hadn’t been wearing her Arsenal shorts.  

“Good girl,” Leah smiled, kissing Y/n again, more intensely.

Leah was clearly more dominant than Y/n. She liked to boss people around and hated it when they didn’t do what she wanted. Leah fucking loved it having the upper hand.

Y/n liked being told what to do, she enjoyed when Leah treated her like she was just a stupid horny girl.

Leah knew the effect she had on the girl’s body, knew how wet Y/n’s pussy got when she was a bit mean to her.

“I want you, please.” Y/n murmured against Leah’s ear. The throbbing in her pussy was getting too much, it hurt.

“I don’t think you deserve it,” Leah bit Y/n’s earlobe. “You forget your boots again, didn’t you? That’s why you were a bit clumsy on the field today.

Y/n had a bad habit of forgetting things, being late… all the things Leah hated.

“I—I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” Y/n promised, whimpering as Leah’s finger finally found its way into to clit. “There, please.” The girl moved herself against Leah’s hand, trying to find more friction.

“You say that every time, love, you never learn, do you?”

Leah noticed that Y/n’s legs were shaking, so she held Y/n tighter against her, teasing Y/n’s wet hole. She put a finger, and then another, Moving them slowly.

“I do learn,” Y/n tried to protest.

“No, you don’t, you need me to remind you of everything, just a little puppy you are.” Leah whispered in Y/n’s ears, her warm walls welcoming Leah’s third finger.

“Please, Leah, let me? Please?” Y/n begged, feeling an orgasm approaching. It was as if her chest was tightening, as if there wasn’t enough air for her to breathe.

“Are you close, love?” Leah asked, cupping Y/n’s face and kissing her mouth softly.

Y/n nodded, moving her hips, feeling Leah’s fingers deep inside her.

Just a little more and she would come, just a little more.

“Too bad, not today, darling,” Leah said, removing her finger from Y/n’s pussy as she held the girls hip firmly, scared that Y/n would fall.

“What?!” Y/n cried. “No, more!” Y/n begged as she closed her hands around Leah’s and cupped them on her pussy. “Don’t be mean, please, more.”

Leah quickly grabbed Y/n’s wrists with one hand while holding her jaw with the other. “I’m not being mean, you were the one who left your things at home, this is your punishment.”

Y/n looked at Leah desperately. She was almost there; her tights were already shaking with need.

“I’ve already said I’m sorry,” Y/n grumbled looking down, her cheeks wet.

Leah wiped away her tears, kissed her forehead and pulled the girl into a hug.

“You know I don’t like you crying like that,” Leah said as she sat in her chair, Y/n on her lap. Leah put a comforting hand on Y/n’s back and let the girl cry for a while.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed, shall we?” Leah kissed Y/n’s cheek as she helped the girl back into her training clothes.

Y/n didn’t say a word, she just let Leah do as she pleased.

The blonde women took some tissues to wipe Y/n’s face. “I’m sorry I cried, I know you don’t like it,” Y/n mumbled, placing her head on Leah’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Leah told her. “Are you all right now?”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I should probably get going.” Y/n lifted herself form Leah’s lap, but the older women held her down.

“You don’t have to go now, you can stay here a little longer, just so I can make sure you’re really ok.”

Leah might be grumpy and distant, but she gave good aftercare.

“I know you have things to do,” Y/n gave Leah a sad smile. “I have to go home anyway.”

“All right then,” Leah agreed, taking her hands off Y/n.

Y/n was still a bit shaky, but she didn’t want Leah to see it. It was hard to let yourself be vulnerable with someone, and even harder when your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

Leah got up and opened the door to her office, taking a quick look outside to see if anyone was around. No one could know about Leah and Y/n, or well, now about their sex arrangement.

“No one is here, you can go,” Leah said, no more softness in her voice. She was back to being the team’s Manager. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Y/n walked out the door. “Yeah, bye,” she mumbled.

“Don’t forget your boots again.” That was the last thing Leah said before closing the door, leaving Y/n alone in the corridor.

[delta-lethonomia]

for the fic writer ask game! 4, 8 (for nettle wine!), 9, 20 (for wrong reasons!), 30

yesssss some good ones here! thank youuu

4. What are some words or phrases you feel like you overuse?

Oh god. So many. I feel like Tav's heart is always beating in some overused way, her hips tightening or loosening while heat pools in the basin within. Her cunt clenches all the time too. 🫠 I'm just writing what anxiety or arousal feel like to me alright it's hard coming up with more varied descriptions lol

I also always describe Astarion's eye color as "red, red eyes", but that's deliberate - I want them to seem somewhat hypnotic and otherworldly, while not being glowing or tacky - but I am painfully aware of it every time haha.

8. What is your favorite line/section from Stinging Nettle Wine?

!!!! Funnily enough it's the Dalyria interrogation scene haha. The dichotomy of Dalyria being interviewed while Astarion's busy getting off upstairs (and being loud about it) amuses me. She's so anxious yet prim and proper, but is also starved / isn't used to drinking fresh, "thinking" blood from a goblet that she immediately chugs too much, spilling it all over herself which makes Tav give her her first taste of her magic. I really enjoyed giving Dalyria the space to explain why she's there, and it's a bit like a therapy session for her: she's being as honest as she can be, and given the slightest encouragement basically trauma dumps all that's been bothering her for decades. The visual of her in a frilly Victorian shirt, drenched in blood and getting progressively more incoherent while Tav watches, stone-faced, legs crossed and arms folded and Astarion moaning his heart out upstairs is just *chef's kiss*. If I could draw I'd draw that scene lmao

9. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

So I've been reading fanfic since the LiveJournal days, I distinctly remember stumbling upon some dracoxharry explicit slash fic at age 10 hahaha. I had no idea what I was reading and developed some very weird preconceptions about anal sex, lol. Later I wrote like 10k of a naruto fic back when I was the same age as the cast, and I've got babies first smutfic floating around somewhere (hardcopy only, never uploaded, it was a Scarecrow/OFC oneshot taking place in Arkham Asylum haha! Cillian Murphy bewitched me heart and soul. It's very entertaining reading what virgin 15yr old me thought sex was like hahhahha)

I wrote some OG fantasy that never really went anywhere (20k) around that time too, but For All the Wrong Reasons is 100% my first "serious" writing venture that's ever gotten anywhere. I always wanted to be a writer as a kid. I've been "doing nanowrimo" since 2008 or so, read Stephen King's "On Writing" as a young teen etc but in hindsight it's very clear to me that all my creative endeavors stopped at the same time as some very significant traumatic events at age 15, and I only started writing or even considering making art again at 29, probably because I finally cut off my garbage family and had some space to rest and recover. I mention this because I'm finally starting to feel noticeably fucked up over my mom's death back in June and if experience has taught me anything it's that I apparently need to be in a good place mentally to write 🥲 I am holding onto this fixation as hard as I can, lol save me tavortheylinith you're more fucked up than me

Anyway, as for why bg3 in particular - I blame Astarion's sad wet cat eyes. Fucker. Reading fanfic has been my main hobby since forever but I'm so damn picky these days I rarely read anything not recommended by authors I trust. I just reached the point where I felt like I had to write the type of story I wanted to read.

20. Share your favorite kiss scene from For All the Wrong Reasons. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

Ooooooh! So I actually have a doc where I write notes about all the different sex scenes and how their dynamic is different in all of them 😅 as in, who's in love at this point, who's in charge, the results etc. Kisses are a different story though... hmm. I like the kiss after Tav gives Astarion a tadpole. It's a big moment for her, giving him a bit of power, and there's something very intimate about it that I like. I also really like the bit where they finally kiss after Tav's fuckup in Shar's temple. It's all about the build up - I remember being very frustrated with how much it took to get to a point where Astarion wouldn't kill her 😅

Her spine uncurled as she straightened, her lips tingling, her hips loose and spooled full of warmth as she slid onto her knees, her hot, wet mouth instantly cooled by the cold air as she pulled away from his neck. Astarion followed with her motion; they lingered, inches apart, mirrored by their hands and mouths, for his too was parted by quickened breaths. Her eyes flickered to his lips, soft and kissable, the faintest peak of his fangs barely visible. Up—and she’d caught him, for his eyes had been looking at her mouth, too, and her heart skipped—Astarion looked like a man besotted, flushed and open, like a man who wanted nothing more than to kiss her for all the world to see. Even in the pale morning light of the ruins of Reithwin, he looked luminous and bright, a face so handsome a wretched thing like her should not be allowed to touch. But Tav took what she wanted. But for him—she wanted to be worthy of it. Her voice didn’t want to work, but she made it, jarringly loud against the noise of their mingling breaths, magnetized by the way Astarion was tilting his head, the syrupy slow drift of his eyelids. “May I kiss you?” When he smiled, he did so with his eyes; faint lines crinkled at the corners. “Darling, you don’t have to ask,” he replied, “but thank you. I’m glad you did.”

But favorite sex scene has gotta be the Shar's temple one. I was less afraid of writing something that would upset the imaginary "oh no how could you be so mean to bby astarion"-fans in my head so Tav really pushes the boundaries on that one, and I'm looking forward to more intense bdsm debauchery in future 😇

(appreciate any thoughts on what would make Astarion safeword out btw! I think he'd try at this point but his tolerance level is too fucking high for my vanilla brain hahhahah)

30. Have you noticed your style change over time?

Absolutely! I'm getting too wordy hahahhahha for real though, I think my descriptions and flow have gotten a lot better. I skimmed the doc while I was looking for kiss scenes and saw the line "Astarion scoffed theatrically" and was immediately hit by an intense wave of cringe. God. I started editing the early chapters once upon a time but I just can't look at them anymore without cringing theatrically pulling this face

versus the later chapters, where if I accidentally read something it sucks me in and I emerge an hour later in mild disbelief I wrote that lol

[thedeliverygod]

spoilers for the most recent chapter of Noragami, read at your own risk. Conversation Heart from the 1st season soundtrack came on while I was writing this and wrecked me so if you wanna go through an emotional spiral I recommend putting that on.

Memories

on AO3 if you prefer

He always hated this part.

It never got any easier; from Sakura all the way to Yukine. The memories of the innocent souls that he named flashing through his mind tore his heart into shreds every time. Nora was the only exception; whether that was from her origins or the fact that Father had named her first, he wasn’t sure.

But now he was faced with another exception: Hiyori.

The girl who recklessly ran out into the road to shove him out of the way from an oncoming bus as he chased after a lost cat. The girl who helped him get through to Yukine and saved both their lives during his ablution. The girl who made him his first shrine. The girl who called him back from yomi, from the clutches of Izanami herself.

The human girl who had the audacity to face off with his father, to protect him. The one who he desperately wanted to protect and the one who he was in love with.

But he’d failed and the proof was the memories of her life taking over his vision.

Her time as a baby and an elementary school student flashed by quickly, with toys and drawings and her bright smile. He saw her celebrating Christmas with her family and school events like sports days. And then, it was Hiyori as he first met her; a ninth-grade student soon to enter high school.

And soon her memories were filled with him and Yukine. Laughing, working together, smiling; she looked at them so fondly. He saw her carving pieces of his shrine endlessly into the night, a smile on her face then too. He saw himself, crying, but laughing and thanking her.

Then her memories reached recent events. How devastated he’d left her after he’d said goodbye. How she worked on immediately fixing the shrine, despite her obvious mixed feelings towards him. How she immediately went after him despite Yukine urging her not to.

Kazuma’s confrontation. And Hiyori’s realization.

Though he didn’t think it was possible, his heart tightened even more.

She attempted to continue with school, but she found herself wound up in his problems again despite warnings from Tenjin. She fought once again with Father about him and Yukine, leaving her cord torn. After her grandmother passed, she made an unlikely partner of Nora and continued once again to look for him.

And now, they were here.

His eyes were wet with tears and his throat and chest were so tight that they ached. But while he was being drowned in the waves of Hiyori’s memories, he and she had made progress against his father.

Eyes widening, he noticed the koto no ha along with some of his father’s fingers had been sliced clean through with Hakki. Without Izanami’s borrowed powers, Father was done for.

‘You’re saving me once again, Hiyori.’ He thought to himself as he gripped the flowering knife tighter.

[nyalternatebaker]

"Let's hide in here." Kogasa found Nyalter out shopping

Send "Let's hide in there" for your muse to pull mine into an empty room or closet for a quickie in a busy place:

"Oh, fancy meeting you here, picking up some dinner for Shiru?"

Nyalter's just grabbing some beef to make for her own dinner, she's keen to have meat... so she's quite surprised when Kogasa pulls her into the spare storeroom. Technically, people aren't supposed to come in here, but that also means it's not likely that they'll be caught. The room is empty when they walk in, their only companions the empty shelves that line the walls.

"Erm- What are you- O-oh-"

It takes Nyalter a moment to realise what Kogasa wants. The realisation does things to her.

"O-oh..."

"That's- You're... so hot-"

The words slip out unbidden. Nyalter didn't anticipate Kogasa being so keen on sex. At the same time though... just knowing that Kogasa wants her here in this shop turns her on really hard, for some reason. She goes from flaccid to fully erect almost immediately.

Nyalter glances around, but the room is definitely empty. Nevertheless, just to be safe, she pulls Kogasa slightly to one side so that one of the shelves shields them from the door somewhat. Only their feet would be visible from this angle.

"I think- it might be too risky to get fully undressed here, so I'm going to try something a little different-"

Nyalter's panties hit the floor, bundled around her ankles. She unbuttons her shirt and then unhooks her bra, letting that hit the floor too, and motions for Kogasa to do the same. It's easy enough to lift her skirt up out of the way...

And then she gently pushes the Karakasa back against the wall. Nyalter's hands lift up Kogasa's skirt, allowing the cat access to slide in. She slides her grip along Kogasa's ass and lifts her up off the ground slightly. Nyalter leans forward, leaving Kogasa sandwiched between cat and wall, held up by Nyalter's hands and cock. With their relative heights, it leaves Kogasa just barely touching the floor with the tips of her toes, and she'll probably be lifted up when Nyalter thrusts.

"Put... Put your arms around my neck, you can brace yourself like that..."

Hard to talk right now. Nyalter swallows hard, her shaft twitching inside Kogasa's lovely, warm pussy. The cat shudders, unable to help herself, and starts to thrust.

"I... really like your pussy- I'm really glad that... you wanted to do this with me again-"

It's quite embarrassing to actually say that, but the words spill out before she can stop herself. Nyalter can't help herself at all, she's thrusting almost immediately, with barely any prelude. With their shirts unbuttoned and their bras off, their breasts press together, nipples rubbing as Nyalter moves. Between that and the warm, wet squeeze of Kogasa's pussy, it's an intoxicating experience that Nyalter can't resist.

Nyalter has to keep her voice down, but the moans are rising unbidden now. No more whispered words, she muffles herself by pressing her lips against Kogasa's mouth, drawing the Karakasa into a deep kiss as they thrust against the wall. Nyalter will just trust the tongues, both the body and the umbrella.

The cat's pace goes faster and faster as she loses control. She can feel the twitching, the trembling... she wants to cum so badly. It's all so stimulating, the tingle of nipples rubbing together, the smell of Kogasa's scent, her soft lips, her wet tight pussy, the squelch of Nyalter's cock and the slap of meat on meat with each thrust...

"Mmmmnnnn- Nhhhhh-!"

Nyalter leans harder into the kiss to muffle her moan as she cums. She hilts deep inside, throbbing as she unleashes a load even bigger than usual. The cat's body locks for a moment, twitching in time with her orgasm as rope after rope shoots out from her shuddering tip. Pleasure radiates through her body, from the epicentre where her body and Kogasa's are so intimately entwined...

Nyalter continues to press Kogasa against the wall as she empties, flooding the Karakasa's womb with intimate, affectionate heat. The cat continues to twitch as a little bit overflows, trickling down her balls and her thighs, splattering onto her panties between her legs.

She holds still, unmoving for a moment, revelling in the afterglow and the tight near-embrace of their positioning. She's not sure she can pull herself out at that rate, that felt so incredible...

[zivazivc]

Oooh! I'm very curious about the 'MLffic acrocat začetek.'

okay okay, I made this file back when I actually thought I was going to turn the acrocat AU into a proper fanfic.

But aside from a very rough large chunk of the first chapter and some random bits, this story is pretty much up in the air. I might publish some random scenes in the future but that's as close as I'm willing to get to writing a proper multichapter story because writing takes a lot out of me, and for me it's much more of a leisurely hobby than drawing.

That's why I'm posting the whole start of the fic that I have written out since I doubt it'll ever see the day otherwise. especially since i don't like it that much anymore.

I have to repeat tho, it's very rough with lots of grammatical mistakes - even for me whose writing isn't exactly up there... but i’m not a native english speaker and this is a "wip game" so you probably already expect that...

“Pound it!”

The butterfly had been purified, the victim saved, and all the destruction had been restored to the Stravinsky Fountain and its surrounding buildings.

Police had already arrived on the scene minutes ago, worrying over the de-akumatized soaking wet man in his early twenties, whose friends were still being hurried over, and over the few Parisians who got caught in his final outburst around the monument. 

Headlights of a news van, that seemed to operate an emergency night shift, were visible getting closer driving down the street along the Pompidou Centre, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Paris super heroes on camera and possibly get a comment on the event.

Chat Noir had detached himself from the comotion happening on the other end of the playful, colorful fountain as he stared at his partner’s smile behind their fist bump of a job well done.

“We’re getting good, M'Lady. We didn’t even need to use my Cataclysm for this one,” he said confidently and leaned his cocky grin closer to her. Water dripped from his wet bangs and chin, which was sadly ruining the irresistibly charming look he was trying to pull off.

Ladybug to his surprise didn’t even react with her usual smirk. Her unfocused eyes showed no reaction if she heard his remark or not, seemingly lost in thought. As if on autopilot, she took a step back onto the pool ledge and immediately threw her yoyo over Chat’s head, which hooked around the top of the Church of Saint-Merri behind him.

Chat almost got upset for a second that Ladybug was in such a hurry to get away. Was she actually mad about the lighthearted funny comments he’d made earlier? 

But the way the girl glanced over her shoulder and blinked focus into her eyes told him that wasn't it and she just wanted to get out of there before they could get flooded with reporters again.

Her eyes finally sharpened on him, proving to him that she had been listening. “Massage your ego all you want, kitty, but this Akuma just wasn’t all that strong,” she smirked at him teasingly, as if she had only now let his words register in her mind.

Before Chat could react she already pulled herself to the roof, away from the bright lights and curious onlookers, and Chat Noir was quick to follow her with his elongated staff, not giving her a chance to swing out of his sight.

“My claws are a little too sharp for massages. Maybe you could give me a hand?” he said as they ran over the church roof.

Ladybug laughed but didn’t spare him a glance as she jumped across the street on the other side and zipped onto the closest building and onward. Her costume kept disappearing out of sight behind chimneys or trees for only seconds at a time but Chat held his breath each time, anticipating to see her reappear on the other end.

Jumping, swinging and vaulting over the roofs, with their hair and faces against the still night air felt almost like an adrenaline high game of cat and mouse. So once they stopped a few hundred meters away behind a wide wall of chimney pots and Ladybug spoke up with an unusually serious tone it caught Chat Noir off guard.

His ears perked up. He hadn’t heard her sound so thoughtful and troubled in a while but her expression was the same as the one back at the fountain. It wasn’t her usual sharp eyes and concentrated frown like during their battles when she needed to figure out her lucky charm. Her gaze was far away on something intangible.

“I wonder what Hawk Moth’s up to…”

Chat hadn’t given too much thought to the villain lately. Fighting the akumas had become such a routine that sometimes he almost forgot they had a source.

He was quiet as he followed the girl and sat down beside her on the cold metal roofing, their legs splayed down the sloping roof in front of them.

“What did he think he’d achieve with akumatizing someone who’s nearly blind drunk? The only tough thing about this akuma was trying to judge if moving out of the way of his swings was necessary or not.”

Chat snorted quietly. That was how the fight had moved from the exterior of the Pompidou Centre, where they were trying to get him bound with Ladybug’s yoyo to one of the pillars, all the way down to the Stravinsky Fountain. Ladybug had jumped out of the way of the Akuma’s swing—the swing that missed and then hit her dead center because she moved. She was sent flying directly into the sculpture of plum bright red lips that she knocked over, spraying water everywhere. The sight hadn’t exactly been funny as it happened but once he reached her and was assured that she was fine, Chat couldn’t help but grin at her sitting comfortably on giant lips, soaking wet. He asked if she was trying to make him jealous. Ladybug rolled her eyes and whacked his shoulder for that one.

Honestly the whole fight in the fountain was absurdly hilarious in hindsight, Chat now thought.

“I’m just glad neither of us got barfed on.”

This time he saw Ladybug’s shoulders shake in a chuckle but no sound came.

A silence fell between them and Chat used it to tussle his hair with his hand, trying to get rid of the last remains of fountain water he had gotten splashed in his face right after Ladybug called her restoring power which dried both of them up along with fixing all the damage the akuma and the battle caused. He had kind of asked for it—jokingly commenting that the magically restored mermaid statue in the fountain next to which Ladybug stood had nothing on her aqua form. Ladybug’s face had turned red from the remark and Chat’s grin, and she kicked water at him that thankfully couldn’t soak through his magical suit but got his face and bangs wet again nonetheless.

Chat Noir was brought out of his thoughts when Ladybug spoke up again.

“This whole week, it’s like Hawk Moth decided to switch to quantity over quality...”

Chat’s green eyes glowed bright for just a second when he turned his head and light from a nearby street lamp got reflected in them. The dark of the night and the extra shadow from the chimney behind them made even Ladybug’s bright red costume next to him almost invisible to any prying eyes in the street below them. But his cat vision allowed him to fully take in her expression. The slight frown and the shadow of her wrinkled brows under the mask, her eyes still lost in thought.

He still wanted to joke about the recent battle shenanigans but dropped it when the serious mood finally set in with him. His smile disappeared.

Ladybug’s earrings beeped for the first time and she lifted her hand to gently touch one. Her mouth parted with a low exhale but she didn’t get up to leave. She continued staring into the distance until she finally sensed Chat Noir’s gaze on her. Her big blue eyes looked directly at him and she raised her brows questionably.

Chat straightened up. He should say something instead of dragging Ladybug’s bad mood with his silence.

“That might be a good thing!” he flipped his wrist encouragingly. “Maybe he’s getting impatient. Which means he’ll get sloppy.”

Ladybug hummed. She didn’t sound assured.

The two had to deal with six of Hawk Moth’s Akumas in the last five days. It was true that they hadn't been very powerful or strong-willed but Chat Noir understood that didn’t mean they weren’t supposed to be taken any less seriously. If anything, the frequency of them was putting a serious toll on Adrien’s life. As if intentionally planned, all the Akuma emergencies this week had to have taken place while he was busy with one of his scheduled unpostponable responsibilities. It made Chat wonder if he had the worst luck ever or if his schedule had really been that packed for this week. At least tonight he had been free in his room doing homework when the Akuma alert showed up on his phone and he didn’t have to blurt out ‘stomachache’ or something even more embarrassing before running off from one responsibility to the next one.

Chat Noir didn’t want to dwell on the fact that Adrien’s life was a mess at the moment. But from what he could guess, Ladybug’s was too if her current mood happened to have more than one source… 

“Maybe…” the girl exhaled tiredly beside him, and proved his suspicion correct with her next words, “but my civilian life’s going to become harder and harder to keep up with if this goes on. And I can’t afford to get careless there! I have a miracle box to keep safe! If anyone finds out my-”

Chat Noir laid a hand on hers to stop her from over-stressing herself. “No one’s going to find out your identity.” 

Her shoulders fell and she finally smiled back.—Gratefully, and Chat’s heart soared. 

Ladybug turned her hand over to intertwine their fingers and turned to stare up at the night sky.

A dozen butterflies decided to come to life in Chat Noir’s stomach in that one second. They were holding hands! Should he point it out? Should he say anything? No, this wasn’t the time for one of his flirtatious comments. Ladybug needed reassurance. And it would just ruin the moment even if it was only his.

He could feel his face heating up but he tried to ignore it. He bit his tongue and tore his eyes from the small hand in his clawed one and followed the girl’s gaze.

It had still been somewhat light outside when the Akuma showed up but now white stars dotted the black sky above the orange haze.

Ladybug’s earrings beeped a second time and Chat felt the girl squeeze his hand as if to suck out some of the confidence and reassurance he had tried to offer to her before letting go of him and laying her hands in her lap, starting to fidget with her fingers nervously.

Chat Noir didn’t know what to do with his empty hand either and once he laid it back on the roof he was disappointed to feel the cold metal suck all the warmth right out of it.

“Aren’t you a bit too confident about that? Don’t your friends and family wonder where you disappear to all the time?” Ladybug asked carefully.

They tried to avoid any conversations about their civilian lives but Chat was sympathetic of her need to bring that up, although he himself didn’t like to think about it. At least not about his life. Not while he was Chat Noir. It was bad enough when such thoughts crept up on him, but starting them actively was almost like a punishment. Like thinking about homework while at an amusement park.

Ladybug wanted this conversation and his mental wall caved in quickly.

Regarding his friends, they weren't so difficult to dodge. Being allowed to hang out with them had often been a new battle to be won against his father or Nathalie. And that was no longer news to them. So they no longer questioned his flakiness if he canceled their plans at the last minute or had to cut a hangout short. Sudden photo shoots, fittings, meetings and whatnot were handy excuses to blurt out before changing into Chat Noir behind the nearest corner. A stinging conscience was a side effect he had learned to ignore through the years of his upbringing. 

His home was a different story however. Despite the fact that his father rarely found the time to be in the same room as him he was still smothered by him in some sense of the word. Adrien had a strict schedule he had to follow. Everywhere he went he was monitored by Nathalie or his bodyguard, and Father's rules. Finding loopholes in the curriculum was practically an art form he'd been perfecting for a while. Although he had come to realize it wasn't handy for spontaneous Akuma missions that often came at the worst of times.—Example: this whole week.—School, fencing, basketball, karate, photo shoots, runways, social events, evening tutoring, Chinese lessons, and the new Japanese course he had recently had dumped on him weren't exactly things he could postpone for an hour and then come back to like at least homework and studying were. He had to come up with most excuses on the spot for why he would or had disappeared, and hope that Nathalie would wrap them up with a nice bow before passing them to his father. 

Chat Noir’s mind was rambling and his silence forced Ladybug to redirect her gaze from the starry sky back at him. Silence from him was unusual and the girl didn’t hide the concern that shifted onto him. 

“Kitty?”

Chat Noir realized he had been unresponsively staring at his boots this whole time. He clicked the paw-shaped toe caps together a couple of times, as if to wrap up his thoughts and store them away, before turning to his troubled partner and grinning toothily. 

"It's a good thing everyone knows that cats do as they please and don't do well on leashes," is what he ended up telling Ladybug. Adrien’s problems were not Chat Noir’s.

Ladybug’s expression went from concerned to surprised to unimpressed in the span of a second. “I’m being serious, you know?”

He smoothed out his smile into a softer one. “I guess I did skip on a lot of ‘somethings’ this week. I’ll have to think of some really good excuses this time.”

“‘Somethings’?” Ladybug quoted, sounding as amused as exasperated. Them keeping their identities from each other meant that a lot of the things they did or had got described as simply ‘something’. “Well I’m glad to know you aren’t a stray with no responsibilities. I almost got worried there for a second that I’ll have to adopt you.”

Chat laughed at the mental image. “I wouldn’t mind being yours, M'Lady.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. She should have expected he’d say something like that. She was practically asking for it. “An unfaithful alley cat doesn’t sound very appealing,” she poked at his side just as her earrings beeped a third time.

“Well, gotta go, kitty, if I want to get home in time.” She stood up. “You should go home, too. You wouldn’t want your owners to start putting up missing posters.”

This time Chat Noir rolled his eyes as he waved her off and Ladybug swung away in the direction of the Seine.

The boy watched her until she was out of sight, then he laid down on the roofing to stare at the sky, allowing the last of the butterflies to linger hopefully. 

He’d been out a while by that point but he still didn’t feel like going home. After a few more minutes he got up to head there anyway. He still had to write a conclusion to his biology assignment that they were handing in tomorrow.

As he jumped and vaulted over the roofs he let the feeling of freedom consume him a little longer. Rising and falling through the air was exhilarating and rewarding. Homework be damned, he could do this all night.

His elongated staff eventually vaulted him over the Agreste mansion’s wall directly towards the shelf of his open window. At Least it had been opened. Because instead of easily jumping into his room, like he'd done many times before, he banged his front on the glass and bruised his nose.

“Ow! Oh… Oh no…” Oh no no no no no! This was bad. This was very very bad!

He gave the window frame an extra push hoping that it was just closed and not also locked but his eyes quickly noticed the position of the handle on the other side. It was definitely locked. Wide eyes stared at it with a sinking feeling and a sudden dread gripped Chat by the throat. 

He stood frozen to the spot for a good twenty seconds before he finally pulled himself together barely enough to turn around and jump into the nearby tree where he could hide before anyone could spot him. Crouching down on the closest branch with his back on the trunk, he stared at his nice bright inaccessible room. 

He was locked out. Well he wasn't locked out out because the back and front doors were still possible options but the idea of getting caught sneaking into the house at this hour when he had supposedly been in his room all this time was a scary one. Adrien tried to visualize in his head how his father and Nathalie might react based on his similar past misbehaviors but he was sure this would be the worst one yet.

He tried to keep himself in line most of the time. He didn’t sneak out late as Adrien and he’d never been caught as Chat Noir.

The boy eventually figured he couldn't stay on the branch forever. He dropped to the base of the tree before quietly calling out to detransform.

He felt his kwami’s warm laid-back presence leave him, making his anxiety that much more intense. Chill air surrounded his bare forearms and crept through the thin layers of fabric. Adrien shuddered.

He wasn’t even dressed like he’d just been outside… Father and Nathalie would have questions. Could he, from the fact that he was at least wearing shoes, call himself ‘lucky’? He suddenly started feeling queasy on top of everything.

When the costume disappeared Plagg immediately zipped into Adrien’s hair to hide. But now he had taken in their surroundings of the Agreste back garden and the locked tall windows above them.

His head rose from the blonde’s locks, ears perking up. “So this is what this last minute panic is about. And here I thought we were being confronted by Hawk Moth of all humans.” The kwami’s voice had the usual whine to it until he shifted his attention back to Adrien and the cause of the boy’s genuine alarm sunk in.

Ears lowering sympathetically, he grunted, “Tough luck, kid.”

“Hope not. Maybe I can still get in undetected…” Adrien tried to keep his voice sounding positive but he couldn’t fool his kwami.

It was cold outside and the shivering boy decided it would be best to just deal with the problem as soon as possible. Before he'd be too numb to think properly.

He headed up the steps to the back door. The lights inside were switched off and he couldn’t decide if that was a good sign or not. He was just praying silently that by some miracle the door was unlocked and he wouldn’t need to go ring the front door which was always locked even when it wasn’t the middle of the night.

But even if it was unlocked and everything went smoothly, he would be lying to himself if he thought he could get away with sneaking out. Someone had closed the window in his room which meant they had noticed he wasn’t there.

Had his father freaked out? Were they looking for him? Had the police been involved?

He stilled in front of the door, subconsciously worrying his lower lip.

Plagg had moved to his shirt’s collar where Adrien could feel his warm body against his collarbone.

“If you get caught, I’ll have your back. In the literal sense.”

Adrien chuckled.

“And I’ll share my comfort food with you. Camembert.”

“Oh no, please, you don’t have to do that.”

Plagg perked up. “Well, if you insist.”

Adrien smiled down at him, appreciating the small distraction.

He pushed down on the door handle and his body almost toppled over his unresponsive feet when the door moved under his weight. Honestly, despite hoping, he hadn’t been expecting to get even this far.

The back door opened to the unlit black and white dining room. The air was still and silent as Adrien carefully silently closed the door behind him. He noted the room was unusually warm. Normally his father kept the heating in the mansion lower than this aside from in their bedrooms and his office.

He moved across the room on the balls of his feet, glancing down the long empty dining table, and scurried to the door to the hall. He pressed himself to the frame to slowly open it and peek through when a pale orange glow on the polish of the door caught his attention. His eyes stared at it for a moment.

It was a muted reflection.

Curiously he turned his head around and his body froze almost immediately. 

The fireplace across from him was weakly glowing with dying embers. But his gaze was trapped on one of the armchairs on the left where, reclined, was his father.

They stared at each other through the darkness—Adrien now wide-eyed and silently panicking; Gabriel with his usual stern mask.

“Adrien.”

Adrien had expected the steely edge to his voice. What he wasn’t expecting was the exhaustion and weariness. He had heard it before. During Father’s important projects and nearing deadlines, financial problems in the company. But never this unequivocal and obvious. Not since more than two years ago… 

His father was staring at him and Adrien wondered if he'd been watching him since he had come through the back door. 

Why did he have to turn around at the reflection, he berated himself miserably. It didn't seem like his father even intended to get his attention if Adrien didn't notice him himself.

He wondered if he was allowed to just leave for his room. He knew he wasn’t. But he still thought about it. He’d be in more trouble later but would his father have stopped him from getting a few minutes of alone time to collect his thoughts?

He felt cornered.

“Father, I- I…”

“Come here.”

Adrien realized he hadn’t moved a muscle since he had spotted Gabriel. He slowly straightened and made to move around the table toward the fireplace. He felt Plagg shift in his shirt and give out a soft reassuring purr that Adrien didn’t hear but he felt it against his back.

What was it going to be now? Grounded? More piano lessons to fill up his free time? Not allowed to hang with friends? Threatened to get pulled out of school?

His eyes stared at the black and white tiles moving beneath his feet until he reached an armchair and he sat in it.

His eyes hesitantly lifted up to meet his father’s.

Up close the man looked as weary as he sounded and that fact was just then catching up with Adrien.

On the small round table beside his father’s armchair he spotted a wine glass with a drop of red at the bottom, and a dark bottle that even in the dark Adrien could make out was half emptied. Gabriel Agreste didn’t drink aside from occasional toasts he couldn’t pass up. 

The boy looked at him questionably. Worried. In the back of his head sickening thoughts that something horrible must have happened started to surface. Because this couldn’t have been because of him sneaking out. Was everything okay with Gabriel’s company? Had something happened to Amelie or Félix? … Had his… Had they finally found his mother’s b-

"Where have you been?"

"I uh…” What little excuse he had started to come up with before was gone now under his father’s strange stare and Adrien’s irrational fears, so he grabbed for a backup he kept with him in case. 

“I was... hanging with my friends from photo shoots."

This excuse wouldn’t get him out of trouble but it would clear any suspicion of what he was actually up to. He didn't really want to ever use it because it was seriously risking his friendships with the few okay models around his age that he talked to but Adrien's head was empty at the moment and he felt this was an emergency. He just wanted to keep his school friends after tonight if he could and this was an easy lie to believe.

So why did Adrien feel like his father knew he wasn’t telling the truth.

Gabriel gave no outward reaction but his gray eyes that looked pitch black in the dark seemed almost depressed. He stood up and stepped to stand over his son, and Adrien prepared for the tongue-lashing. He welcomed it over the eerie silence.

Instead his father took a knee in front of him and grabbed his shoulders, eyes searching across his son's face. 

“Father?”

Gabriel grabbed his chin with his right hand and began turning his head at different angles. It unsettled the boy because he was much more well prepared to handle anger and disappointment. This almost felt like he was being angled by a new photographer who wanted to study which sides were his best.

Wide-eyed and confused he allowed his father to tousle his styled blond hair over his forehead.

The depressed look in Gabriel’s eyes was solidifying the more he stared, and Adrien would be lying if he said he wasn't becoming a little bit uncomfortable.

He was completely lost as to what was going on until a thought crossed his mind. Was he searching for hickeys? A blush crept over his nose. “Um, Father, I wasn’t- I promise I didn’t do anything inappropriate to hurt your brand. It wasn't anything like that.” 

After a silent moment of his father staring off into space and Adrien wondering if he had said something stupid again, he felt Father's hand grabbing him by the right one.

"Did they hurt you?"

"No, of course not!" 

"That's what matters most."

Adrien could feel his father's fingers slowly finding his ring, and beginning to fidget with it slowly. He followed his gaze to stare at it too. 

Gabriel's eyes were focused on the design on the front. "But don't think I'll tolerate this, Adrien."

Adrien knew he was talking about his disobedience and not the ring but he couldn't help but get nervous. Carefully pulling his hand away and into his lap, he hid it under the other one. 

"I know. I'm sorry." 

“We’ll talk about your disobedience tomorrow. Right now I want to be alone.”

Adrien was perplexed by his sudden dismissal, sitting in the armchair and watching his father stand up with his back to him, watching the dying embers.

He was allowed to leave. A few minutes ago he’d be running up the stairs to his room already. But he couldn’t move.

“Father, is everything okay?”

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)

Ch.1 Ch2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10

If you are curious to know what my version of Alexia looks like, check here

All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.

The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.

You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.

Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.

You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.

But you are nothing if not determined.

That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.

The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.

Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"

"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.

"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"

A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."

"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.

"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.

"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.

"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.

"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."

"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.

"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.

"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."

"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.

"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.

"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"

"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"

"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.

You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.

The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.

"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."

You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"

"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."

"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.

"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.

Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.

You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.

And that's enough, for now.

-

-

Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.

You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.

It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.

Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.

Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.

"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.

Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.

Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.

"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.

"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.

"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."

You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.

Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.

She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.

You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.

"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.

"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.

She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.

Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.

"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.

"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.

"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”

As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.

Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.

Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.

Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:

"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"

Well.

It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.

For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: Feel it in the air tonight

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.7k

the 80′s are upon us and things are starting to change, are you willing to feel strange for a while? hmm, anyhow, hope you are all still enjoying! x

MASTERLIST

“You boys just keep getting bigger every time I see you,” You cooed, hands going to ruffle the twins hair. “Swear you were just up to my knees last time I saw you both.”

Tommy and Billy both laugh despite the way they wiggled out of your reach, running back to whatever fracas they were causing in the kitchen.

“Kids, you take your eyes off ‘em for a second and suddenly they’re a whole different person!”

Looking to Agnes knowingly, you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as you made your way further into the house. She was making herself right at home in the Vision residence, nose in the cupboards and leaving no space uncovered.

“Is Wanda about?”

“I sure am!” That soft lilt drifted down the staircase and right before you, your smile immediately growing.

Your cheeks prickled in heat as you weren’t sure how to get the next words out. Looking out from under your brows, you shot Wanda a shy little gaze that only said coquettish to her.

“Agnes, would you be so kind as to get the boys to their uh-”

“Their swim lessons?” The neighbor filled in, already rounding up the kids with their things.

“Yes! Thank you!” Wanda gave the boys a kiss each as she walked them to the door. “I owe you big time!”

Agnes turned back over her shoulder as they made their way out. “Not a worries, you gals have fun.”

There was no way she could’ve known, but that little wink she threw you both, it both frightened and excited you. Knowing that she might know what you were getting up to in your day-to-days.

The door shutting broke your swirling thoughts, your mind only going straight to Wanda as she stood before you. Her eyes scanned your face, coming down to take in your outfit, too. You’d only thrown on cycle shorts and a sweater but she was eyeing you up as if you were wearing nothing at all.

She cleared the space between you so quickly, wrapping you up in her touch to press your lips against hers. Steadily walking you backwards, her hands ran the length of your back and up to cup your face, teeth nibbling gently at your lower lip.

“You get even sweeter every time I see you.” Her comment drew a giggle from you, your hands coming to thread through her curls.

She wasted no time with you, backing you towards the dining table and pushing you up onto it. Leaning towards you, her lips continued to move sweetly with your own, her taste and tongue taking over you entirely. You almost missed the way her fingers started at the waist band of your shorts.

Not wasting time with removing your chunky sneakers either, she pulled your bottoms to your ankles and slotted into the space between your legs, kneeling before you. It was all moving so quickly, your heart rate was rising with every touch she left against you.

Fingers gripping your thighs, lips pressing against the soft skin that grew from there, Wanda smiled up at you like the cat who got the cream. Brushing a few stray curls off her forehead, you gave her a smirk laced entirely with longing.

“You are one hot mama, mama.”

She giggled at your funny little ways, she brought her teeth to leave a gentle nip close to the meeting of your thighs. It made you jolt, and the gasp that fell from you tapered off into a moan at the end there.

Moving closer to where you knew you needed her more than anything, Wanda trailed her tongue up and along your slit as your thighs widened around her head. Tipping your own head back, you let a deep sigh drift out into the world as you felt all your muscles loosening.

Your hands dropped from her head to the edge of the table, gripping it under your fingers as her tongue came to your clit. Rolling it around, she began to find a steady movement that made your eyes roll back in your head. As your hips began to rock into her mouth, the heat in your body rose.

Wanda knew you inside and out, like she was able to read your entire being and know what was going to work. Her lips closed around your most sensitive area, suckling gently as she drew the softest and sweetest cries from you.

It always felt right, never felt greedy and never felt naughty, Wanda always made it feel like this is what you worked your whole life for. If you were good and you were kind then maybe one day you’d end up with the most beautiful girl perched between your legs.

Taking one of your hands, you threaded it back into her hair so you could tug just a bit. Doing so earnt a moan from Wanda, one that rumbled through you and ricocheted off all the right spots. Your legs tensed slightly, your hips dipping down to move against her tongue.

She drew it from your wetness back up to your clit, flickering it and pressing it against her lip to create friction. Your breaths were beginning to break like waves, choppy and wild as she took complete control over your body with simple movements of her mouth.

Gripping her tighter, you pulled her in as she sighed contently into you. Still rolling your hips like you needed it, you nearly began to ride her face in absolute bliss. It was bliss, it was heaven and it was all you ever needed in that moment.

“You feel so good, you make me feel so good, Wanda you’re-”

Pulling back from you slightly, she gripped tighter on your thighs.

“Tell me, use your words.”

Going back to her work, you were already working yourself up with every movement of your hips. Chest huffing you only just got the words out.

“Wanda you’re everything.” 

And that was all she needed, the deepest groan left her chest and her mouth only sped up, which launched you very quickly off the edge and caught you in the waves of pleasure.

They washed over you, your hands in her hair and her name on your lips. She let you ride her tongue through the overwhelming pleasure, keeping you under the water until you were entirely washed in the tide of her.

So gentle and so loving, she let you come down and to extend the gesture she pulled your bottoms back up for you. Helping you off the table, she fixed your clothes as you fixed her hair, both giggling to one another.

She kissed your cheek, before you tilted your face so she could find your lips. They closed against one another and as you opened, you could taste the sweetness of yourself lingering there.

“How about some tea?” She mumbled against you, drawing a laugh from you.

“Yes please, hot mama.” 

Gently swatting her behind as she walked past, you both smiled knowingly to one another as Wanda went to the other room.

Leaving you alone in her living room, the nosiness in you drifted you around, picking at things and getting glimpses into the Vision’s lives.

Lifting up a picture, it was lovely, the four of them all grouped together with the brightest of smiles. It reminded you of the photo on your mantle, you couldn’t remember when it was taken but you had always thought it was the most beautiful picture of James-

Cutting your thoughts was a nearly searing pain shooting behind your eyes. It made you lose your grip on the picture, the frame clattering back to the side table. Wanda came back in at the sound, mugs in hand and a look of confusion.

“Is everything okay?”

Your sweater covered your hand slightly as you brought it to your forehead, holding your head gently as the pain began to settle.

“I think so, I just had the worst pain right in my mind, I have no idea where it came from.”

She looked worried, ushering you closer to her as she sat the cups down. “What were you doing when it happened?”

Thinking back, you shut your eyes to take a moment. “I was just admiring your photo, thinking of my one with-”

And it unleashed itself again, the pain radiating so tight across your eyes that you sealed them shut firmly this time. The yelp that escaped your throat was enough to have Wanda really concerned now.

She grasped your hands in her arms and began to walk you. “Something doesn’t seem right, have you been feeling unwell lately?”

Truly, you cant remember. It’d been a strange few days of not remembering your dreams or even what you’d been doing just the other day, so really you weren’t sure. Nevertheless, you were sure it would be fine.

“It’s okay, Wanda, I think I just need to go home.” Pressing your palm to your forehead, the pain was beginning to ease.

“No, I really think you’ll be better if you stay here, you don’t want to be alone.” She was fluffing about now, ushering you to sit on the overstuffed sofa.

“I won’t be alone, James should-”

“Here!” Like her voice ran away on her, it came out a tad sharp. “Here is best for the moment.”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“There have been the strangest things going on as of late, if everyone would just take it easy for a moment.” Her voice wavered only slightly as she also began to calm herself.

“You’re right, things have been a little strange-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Vision came through the front door with your husband in tow. “Look who I found milling about!”

You could’ve sworn you heard Wanda sigh, and not a tired sigh, it was tinged with annoyance. She let go of your shoulders, allowing you to get up and round the sofa to James. Following you, she gave Vision a quick kiss on the lips, but you missed the way her eyes bored into the back of your head.

If looks could kill you would’ve dropped dead the minute James scooped you up into his arms and laid his lips against yours. So warm and so all consuming, you lent further into him with your hands balled in the lapels of his blazer.

“Wanda, honey, are you feeling alright?” Turning your head at Vision’s voice, it all happened so quickly.

You saw her hands move, the faint red glow, but before you could ask her what on Earth was going on, you felt the ground move beneath your feet.

James slipped from your grasp, suddenly you felt the wool of Vision’s suit in your hands, tall stature dipping slightly to press his lips against yours. One of your hands lifted to slip into the strands of blonde hair, smooth against your touch.

“What, no, no.” You heard Wanda’s voice before the shift started again.

Agnes’ dark curls slipped through your fingers as her lips moved against your own. She pulled you in tighter by your waist, holding you flush against her chest as your other hand fisted her shirt.

“Why can’t I just-”

The pain eased even further and suddenly you were overcome with the idea that this was certainly the best place for you to be. Wanda’s hands eased across your shoulders and squeezed gently, further allowing the tension to melt from you.

“Your hands really are magic, Wanda.” You cooed as your body fell into the warmth of her touch.

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs snapped both your heads towards the noise, happy calls from the boys of “dad’s home dad’s home!”

Followed by the door opening, Vision stepped across the threshold with a smile, enveloping his son’s in a hug before offering both you and his wife a kind grin. As Wanda moved to great her husband, you also followed them to the doorway.

“I think this means I better get dinner on!” You laughed, giving everyone little waves. “Meatloaf to be made!”

Wanda’s face wasn’t sad, maybe just a little tired. She waved you off nonetheless like the rest of her family and said her goodbyes for the night.

-

Wrapping your knuckles against the door, you rocked on your heels as you waited for the joy of your morning. Just seeing Wanda’s smiling face as she opens the door is enough to see you right for the rest of your day. 

Door swinging open and smile already growing on your face, it didn’t so much as drop, it just stalled for a moment.

“Well good morning to me,” Fingers brushed back silver hair and shoulder rested on the doorframe. “Please, tell me this isn’t a dream.”

You quirked a brow before you tilted back a tad, checking you had stepped up to the right house. Sure enough, 2800 looked back at you and you looked back at the young man with a bright grin and cropped sweatshirt.

“Is Wanda home?” You gave him a ginger smile, nervously twiddling your fingers in the hem of your shirt.

Eyes still fixed on you, he lent back further into the house. “Sis, there’s an absolute babe here looking for you!”

Trying your best to ignore the wink he shot you, you let the word sis tick over in your brain. You didn’t think Wanda had ever mentioned a brother to you before, but maybe you’d forgotten, a few things had slipped your mind as of late.

“Let her in, she’s our neighbor!”

You couldn’t miss the way your cheeks heated at that, how she knew who he meant by just that little comment. It made your heart tweak a little, but you had to push it down as Wanda’s brother stepped to the side to let you in.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You gave him a kind little smile, watching the way he came to rest beside you against the back of the couch.

“I’m Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother.”

“Twin?”

“Twin, fraternal and everything.”

He turned towards you slightly whilst you nodded intently. Your eyes flickered to the stairs, waiting for Wanda to come down, but there didn’t seem to be any sight of her. “And what are you doing in little old Westview?”

You were a little delayed in turning back to him, eyes still fixed waiting on Wanda, but you turned back nonetheless. “Sorry?”

“What brought you here?”

“Oh, uh,” You thought for a moment. “I think it was just the security of the neighborhood.”

Nodding along with you, you could’ve sworn he moved in closer. “Well I might have to park up here too, if the neighbors look like you.”

You could feel the flames rising behind your cheeks, but once against you quashed it down. “You’re very kind.”

“And you’re very pretty.”

Now that was forward, you turned fully this time to look him right in the eye. “Sorry?”

“I mean, I’m sure you know that, you still look the same.”

That comment sort of got lost on you, you were still reeling just a bit from the entire situation. Getting up off the back of the couch, you turned to stand in front of him.

“What are you getting at? What’s your motive?”

His lips quirked into a smile, brow dropped and you knew there was something coming. You didn’t know where this man found all his confidence, but he sure as hell wasn’t taking it easy on you.

But that doesn’t mean you were expecting his next move.

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

“Ah, so it’s not cause you don’t want to it’s cause- wait, who’s your husband?”

Shooting him a look of confusion, you shook your head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“James, we’re married?” Drawing out your words, you came in loud and clear.

Regardless, Pietro still quirked his brow. “No you’re not.”

“Yes we are, we’ve been married for- well I don’t remember but we are.”

“No,” He stressed. “You’re not, I knew Bucky had a crush on you but he hasn’t even asked you out, let alone popped the question.”

And there was that feeling, becoming awfully familiar as it washed over you once again. It was like waking up, except you weren’t in your bed, you were standing in a room that you had no recollection of getting to. To put it simply, you woke up to find you were crawling in your skin.

“Bucky,” Your voice nearly fell apart at the seems. “And I’m-”

“Agent 19,” Pietro filled in your blanks. “You’re a team, never one without the other, yada yada yada.”

That tight feeling in your chest, that wrapping around your heart and tugging the near life out of it, it was so consuming. You looked to him for anything, but he just shrugged his shoulders, eyes traveling to the doorway.

“And what is going here?” You heard her sing song voice before you saw her, he knew she was coming.

This could be your moment, your moment to play the game of “nothing is wrong” and play your upper hand. Every part of you wanted to turn to her with that beaming smile and bat your eyelashes, but the pounding in your chest- the carnal feeling that always existed in you, that was stronger than your reserve.

“I don’t know Wanda!” Spinning on your heel, you faced her dead on. “Why don’t you tell me, seen as you seem to know a damn sight more about my life than I do.”

You’d never seen her look like that before, you’d seen her cast with discontent when something like this had began to fall apart. But this look, she almost seemed to be afraid?

Mouth opening and closing a couple times, Wanda scoffed as she spoke. “Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know!” You felt Pietro grasp your waist as you nearly lunged forward. “I don’t know where anything is coming from, I don’t know where this life came from!”

Wanda shook her head, hands going to her hips to tut at her brother. “Pietro, you’ve upset her.”

That anger that was steadily unraveling inside of you, so coiled up from being held down by smiles and laugh tracks, it nearly drowned you as it all came to the surface.

“Why don’t you ever call me by a name?” 

Your question had caught her off guard, but with easy deflection she clipped a laugh towards it.

“Forgive me for having pet-names.”

“No, tell me what my name is.”

“You know your own name-”

“NO I DON’T!”

For all you thought about her, she’d never seen you like this. Your whole body raised up as it all spilled out of you, untapped rage tumbling from your lips as you willed your eyes not to well with tears.

Wanda somehow found composure, shut her mouth and once again, shook her head in your face. “You’ve lost sight of yourself, this is obviously all too much.”

You saw her hands, the way her fingers poised with palms turned together. If Pietro hadn’t had a hold on you, you weren’t sure what would’ve unleashed from you.

“No, don’t you dare change the scene on me, I am sick and tired of you changing the scene when you get upset,” Crying out, your voice cracked only slightly, despite yourself. “You don’t know what it does to my [CENSORED] brain!”

Hearing the sound fall from your lips, knowing you didn’t make it, you’d never felt pain like that in your life. “And now you’re censoring me?”

Maybe he could feel you move beneath his hands, maybe he could just hear it in your voice, but Pietro pulled you back into himself. “Wanda, sis, you might want to give her a break-”

“What is happening?” Your husband, or your partner, or Bucky- Bucky came in from off stage.

In a strange sort of turn-of-events, Vision trailed in behind him, confusion just as evident across his features. He looked to Wanda, but just as quickly he was looking to you with a hint of question behind his eyes.

Shooting Bucky a look, dead in the eye and as straight as you could, there was a feeling that there was one shot at this. “Bucky, please.”

And that was all it took, you could see the light change in his eyes, the way his features softened but the rest of his body straightened in an instant. You weren’t immune to the way his eyes dropped to Pietro’s grasp on you as he scanned the area.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda threw her hands in the air, once again shaking her head. “Everyone just cool it!”

“My dear, what has been going on? They seem upset.” Vision had that signature lilt, the tone of a man who has began walking on eggshells.

“No, I cannot believe this!” She took a turn, facing you all in an instant. “I will not be told what to do in my own reality!”

The unravel in your chest stopped, and soon you realized you’d given yourself enough rope. “Stop, please just-”

“Come on, give me a kiss.” Pietro’s hands came to gently grasp your wrists, turning you to face him.

“Excuse me! I have a husband.”

"And that’s my cue!” Your man called out as he poked his head through the door and with a chuckle, he began to cross the small space to you both.

“Here he is now,” Your arm looped around his waist as you pulled him close, your eyes both catching in a tight stare. “How nice of you to join us, Bucky.”

-

“I think we’ve done it, I think they’ve made enough headway.”

Regardless of the progress that’d just unfolded, soon those same technicolor bars spread across the screen.

“If they just stay this strong, they stay together then they might just be able to take control of this too.”

Tapping a pen against the screen, those tell-all letters glowed before them.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[effymaybe]

Better love hard

Pairing: Jennie x Lisa

Warnings: Plain smut, have fun

Summary: Lisa comes back home after almost a month of tiring promotions. Luckily, Jennie is waiting for her with open arms. And her boxers tight around her hips.

(Cedits: https://ar.pinterest.com/pin/470907704793255000/)

Lisa mumbles a few grateful words to her manager before getting out of the car.

She’s exhausted. She at least had the vision of exchanging a pair of killer high heels for her comfiest sneakers just before the plane ride. Now, she grants herself the benefit of swaying lazily from one feet to the other, leisurely making her way back inside her home.

It’s been a lot. Almost one month of chaotic promotions abroad, show after show, event after event, and both her body and mind are currently begging for some well-deserved rest.

She opens the door carefully, mindful of the time. The moon has been shining spotlessly for long by now, and Lisa knows, just by the immediate silence he finds in the living room, that her cats must be all spread out throughout the house, snoring after a day of jumping on one another.

Then, she steps further into the hall and makes a pause. Her ears catch the sound of muffled pop music rumbling from the kitchen, mixed with the velvety tones of a smooth, sweet voice.

Lisa’s heart grows three sizes in her chest and a rush of pure joy brings a dizzy smile in her face. Out of all the things she missed from the comfort of her routine, her girlfriend stands out as the one she craved the most.

A new wave of energy tingles through her limbs just by the prospect of having the brunette pressed into her arms. In a rush, Lisa moves to the kitchen, her pulse already quickening under her skin.

She makes a full pause just by the kitchen door, her doe stare growing immediately gassy at the sight before her.

Jennie is mindlessly working on the stove, softly swaying her hips as she hums along the rhythm of the upbeat music. Her hair falls in shiny, natural waves until her mid-back, just some inches after the end of her worn off crop top. The warm lights hanging above her moving figure hit her just in the right places, creating bright spots and caves of shadows that make Lisa’s breath hitch in disbelief.

But most importantly, the rest of the outfit. The heating system of the house allows the brunette to keep it light, merely choosing a pair of tight boxers to attempt to cover just barely half of her curves. Lisa needs to make the actual physical effort of not drooling out of honest craving. Proudly, in bold black letters contrasting to stark white, the boxer’s band sings her birth name, again and again.

The blonde does not wait any longer. The slight tickle of a possessive emotion puts her into motion, finally, finally letting herself be noticed by her girl.

“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight to come back home to?”

Jennie turns around first in a startle but then letting a grin spread open and wide in her stunned face.

Lisa scoots her into her embrace with delicacy.

“Oh my god! You are back!”, the brunette squeals, letting her lean arms wrap themselves around Lisa’s neck. She needs to tiptoe slightly, and the small gesture makes the blonde tighten her grip out of pure adoration.

“I’m back”, she answers simply, both to her girlfriend and to herself. A sweet, enchanting scent overwhelms her senses and Lisa can’t help but to let her nose run through the brunette’s neck.

Jennie sighs, her shoulders visible relaxing. The long distance took a toll on her, too.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I’d be over. It’s just- I missed you so much… oh”.

Her speech is cut short by the striking sensation of her girlfriend pressing open-mouthed kisses against her throat. Jennie leaves her mouth hanging open, blissed out.

“I love you”, Lisa mutters, her mouth still burning against the shorter girl’s skin, “I love you here. I love this. I love you like this”, she whispers finally, her long fingers itching down to grasp Jennie’s ass.

The brunette lets out a mewling sound before desperately searching down with her face, silently asking for attention.

The blonde does not disappoint. She catches Jennie’s lips in a slow, deep kiss that has them both melting into soft whimpers. Lisa’s fingers trace the embroidery of her name almost reverently before searching down to press her girlfriend against her once again. When Jennie takes a second to breathe, the tallest girl ties their tongues together, curling just enough to make the brunette’s knees fail under her weight.

“Oh, are we needy?”, Jennie manages to tease, her voice coming out rough and breathless.

Lisa bites her lower lip as she presses the shortest girl against the counter.

“I don’t know”, she answers, angling down to suck on the brunette’s collarbones, making her shiver. “Are we?”

The blonde’s long fingers sneak up the old crop top. Steady indents move around Jennie’s chest with utmost skill, playful, and the brunette can’t help but to buck her hips against the tallest girl, growing impatient.

“The stove”, she manages to utter, her body betraying her words as she keeps aching towards Lisa’s mouth. “I’m making your favorite”.

The blonde chuckles darkly. The teasing sound sends a dull shock right into Jennie’s core. Lisa merely leans over to her right to turn the device off before going back to her waiting girlfriend.

“Oh, love. This is my favorite”.

Lisa pulls Jennie into a messy, loud kiss as she accommodates to press her toned thigh just in between her legs. The brunette whimpers openly, both out of relief and renewed need. She moves her hips by her own at first finding delight in the sharp friction.

“You look so pretty like this, Jen”, the blonde murmurs, her voice mixing with Jennie’s broken sounds. “So needy against my leg. Wetting my boxers”.

Lisa rises her thigh just a bit, and the brunette whines. She keeps thrusting up in a steady pace, growing more and more desperate, the feeling on her core both delicious and maddening.

“Lisa- please. Love, I’m-”

She wants more. Anything. She feels the burning in her lower stomach growing explosive, threatening.

“You want my fingers, sweetie?”

“Yes”, Jennie chants. Her movements falter slightly. “Yes, please”.

Lisa grumbles in disagreement before grasping her girlfriend’s hips tightly. She pushes up and down her leg in a delirious pace, coaxing a rough moan to escape from the brunette’s throat. Her tongue melts into the heat of the shortest girl’s mouth once again.

“No”, she states between kisses. “I want you to come right into my boxers”.

Jennie can only hiss between her girlfriend’s assault. She’s so riled up, humping against her leg in utter need, letting out lewd noises without control. Her eyes have rolled up against her skull and it feels so, so fucking good-

“You like that, angel? Putting my clothes on just to let everybody know that you are taken?”

The brunette whines, nodding desperately. She’s so close, steadily clenching around nothing. Lisa’s draws tight circles on her breast before deciding to suckle with abandon.

“So fucking hot. And all mine, aren’t you?”

The thrusts become more shallow. Lisa lets her right hand fall sharply against her ass in a half-playful gesture.

It makes Jennie see stars.

“Tell me who you belong to, Jen. Come on”.

“You- ah. You, Lisa. I’m yours”, the brunette mumbles between broken moans, and the blonde angles her thigh up.

It’s enough. She’s falling into a toe-curling white bliss that makes her mind grow hazy. It almost hurts, shaking desperately while feeling so empty, and she’s about to whimper a complaint when her girlfriend’s fingers fill her up in a whim.

“Oh- Oh! Lisa, fuck. Please!”

The blonde hums, tonguing her neck. She lets her hands fall into a gentle motion, long indents pressing a memorized patter inside her girlfriend.

“It’s okay, sunshine. Let me take care of you. You are so good to me”.

Jennie is left with no options, really, but even if she had some, she’d chose staying like that, grinding down her lover’s hand, eyes closed and plump lips wide open. It’s perfect. The well-known heat spreads throughout her body once again, and she feels so complete, so full, so loved.

She is pulled into another kiss and Lisa’s movements grow quicker. Wet, squelching noses fill out the room alongside the still running music and it’s all overwhelmingly beautiful. Jennie clenches around her girlfriend’s fingers.

“That’s it, love. Come for me. You are so beautiful. Fuck, I wish I could fuck you all the time”.

It’s both the prying thumb added to the mixture and the dirty words whispered by her girlfriend that make Jennie fall down once again, this time in a softer, more lingering rush of bliss that has her panting against a needy kiss.

It takes her a few seconds to regain her senses. In the midst, Lisa pulls away carefully but still locks her around her embrace.

“I love you so much”, Jennie murmurs finally, her cat-like gaze growing softer as she focuses on her girlfriend. “I missed you so much, too. Never leave for that long again”.

Lisa lets her nose rub against the brunette’s.

“Then move in”, she simply states. “We’ve been together for so long, and- I just… I want to have you all the time. I know it would probably be a bit messy at-”

“Yes”.

Lisa blinks twice before smiling widely.

“But first, let me return the favor, you experienced traveler”. Jennie murmurs, her smooth voice dropping an octave, “and probably take my undies off. This one’s completely ruined”.

The blonde closes her eyes at the feeling of her girlfriend’s lips biting her earlobe.

“No worries, love. You won’t be needing then anytime soon”.

[losingherface]

I have the moon

Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+

Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.

A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))

•

The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.

It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.

You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.

Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.

It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.

•

Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.

You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.

“Yea?”

“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.

“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”

“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”

It was literally all you wanted right now.

“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”

•

As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.

Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.

•

Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.

You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.

•

After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.

You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.

The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.

You knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.

“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.

She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.

The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.

•

It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.

It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.

“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.

“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.

•

What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.

You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.

Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.

You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).

She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.

Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.

Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.

At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.

you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.

Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.

“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.

You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”

“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.

You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.

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A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr

[whump-town]

Red Dot

Another mess is not finished, you're lucky it stops where it does because the OG idea was much much much worse. This way you can decide what comes next.

I really only like the first part but I wrote a second part too so might as well keep it

Another mess is not finished, you're lucky it stops where it does because the OG idea was much much much worse. This way you can decide what comes next.

Squatting down at the mouth of the alley, street lights still pouring damply into his line of sight, Hotch tugs at the thighs of his dress slacks. His knees protest the deep crouch but he’s stalling, taking a very out-of-character indulgent moment to just be enraptured by a stray cat. A cute little tabby that looks about as friendly as Emily before her second-morning coffee – like it wants to claw his eyes out but something keeps it just interested enough to stay within his line of sight. 

“Agent Hotchner?”

He looks over his shoulder, catches the glint of the badge on the officer’s shoulder, and uses the edge of the dumpster to stand. It’s probably best not to touch something that smells so foul but his knees are about two decades too old to be picking him up without a little aide. “Officer,” he greets with a nod. He remains passive, completely caught off guard, tilting his head innocently, curiously. “I thought you all were dispatched to the south quadrant.” His fingers itch close to his belt, ready to draw his gun. All officers report to South and Washington, he remembers it word for word. It swayed his final decision on how to split the team-up.

“Oh?” The officer shakes his head, “not all of us, I guess.” 

It would be incorrect to say he can remember a whole lot about how it feels to be stabbed and he’s certainly got the resume builder to back up any experience he says he has, but he really can’t. Snippets, moments all tied together by wet blood or a moment of panic between breathes when he anticipates this one thin inhale as his last. The weight of Foyet across his hips, how cold he felt but was unable to shiver. Sweaty and cold.

The blade slips beneath his vest, an upward punching motion easily executed with a thin boxcutter. Two more, so quick he can’t process them, but he feels them. A sharp sting and deep, deep pain far below the surface of the sting. The pain is what he processes last. First and forevermore is this weird deja vu. The way the knife first takes his breath and then there’s nothing just a silent, panicked fueled moment as his face gets hot and then drains completely of blood. Sweat stinging his temples. Shock. 

He falls down to his knees, hands too uncoordinated to work at getting his gun out of the hostler. Slick with sweat and likely blood he can’t do anything. 

He’s pulled upright, neck craned back by a sharp grasp on his hair. His breathing has already quickened, dragging his adam’s apple up and down as his pants. This is it and prepares for the sharp tingle of the blade across his throat. Jack – imagines the little boy waiting for him at home. All the times Haley told him he’d loose them both in the end and, finally, finally, she is right. He’ll lose it all. He’ll never see his son again. Or his friends. They’ll see him, though. Throat a gaping wound, his bloody, lifeless body left in an alleyway. 

The tabby cat long gone. 

–––––––––

One little red dot has stopped moving. 

Penelope frowns at it, turning to listen to the hard breathing coming through the radio at her left. Six tired agents running around downtown, trying to find their escaped UNSUB. She knows it’s not a mechanical error because she created this system herself and she doubts it’s a matter of handler error because she set up each tracker herself. Placed them and secured them herself. Each one. Which leaves so few other answers she taps her computer screen, willing it into motion with an encouraging little tap. 

It remains stationary. 

With a hum, she contemplates doing what she knows has to be done. “Morgan?” concern immediately seeps into her tone and she curses her own carelessness. Not that Derek wouldn’t have immediately known something was wrong if she’s calling. His little red dot stops moving, his breathing coming harshly through the phone. 

“What is it, baby girl?” Derek leans against a street lamp, blinking sweat from his eyes as he looks around him. Trying to keep an eye out even as he takes a moment to rest, you can never be too careful. Virginia in August is one of the many reasons he contemplates moving back to the North East. The humidity makes the air impossible, even after the sun has sunk below the mountains, its harsh rays hidden, the heat permeates like steam from a pressure cooker. 

His dot stops and she frowns, he’s too far away from her unmoving dot. She pulls up her programming, manually trying to find where an error might have occurred. “Have you seen JJ?” Her mind naturally fills in concern, not a matter of favorites but, rather, survival skills. It wouldn’t cross her mind to check on either Emily or Hotch first, the things those two are capable of are beyond her ability to comprehend – mostly because she doesn’t want to think about the things that have happened to them. That’s not to say she doubts JJ or Reid couldn’t handle themselves, it’s just that Emily and Hotch have both buried the men who tried to kill them. 

Well, Reid did too but–

“Why?” Derek pulls himself back upright, on high alert as his heart pounds with a new fever. A new motivation. “Is she alright?”

Penelope chews her lip, “one of my trackers has stopped moving. It’s by itself.” There’s no technical error, nothing wrong with her coding. Each tracker was securely placed. Top-of-the-line utensils. It didn’t just fall off. “I – I can’t tell who it is, which is why I called you…”

Derek nods nervously brushing his palm over his head. “When and where did it stop moving? I saw Reid and JJ not that long ago.”

“Two minutes ago, nearly three now.” She moves the map around, switches screens, “uhm… It’s Maple Street. It’s stopped at Maple Street.” 

“Nah, can’t be them, then. Saw JJ and Reid just a second ago,” Derek looks over his shoulder, trying to think quickly about what to do. Maple isn’t on this half, he thinks, but he’s not got an eidetic memory. He could be wrong. “Alright, listen to me,” they split up, easier to cover more ground. “Call Rossi, old man’s probably taking a breather right now anyways. He’s bound to be with either Emily or Hotch.” They wouldn’t leave him out here uncovered, one of them stayed. Actually, she should have started there. He’d say without a shred of doubt it’s Emily or Hotch. Anyone else would be far too afraid to get an earful from Hotch but Emily is invulnerable to them. And no one bothers to chew Hotch out like Hotch would chew them out. No one else would have ventured off alone. 

That’s kind of a relief, if it’s stopped then it just had to have fallen off.

The radios to her left start to pick up on one another, too many people using the same frequency at once. She listens only for the sound of the team’s voices, pleased to hear Reid telling JJ he’s waiting for her a street over. They have one another’s backs. They'll keep each other safe. 

One of the lines crackles, half of what the officer says is lost to poor connection. Amidst the crackling, what isn’t lost to the man’s thick southern accent she hears Maple Street. Her chest aches with sudden pressure, her pulse light and jumpy as she turns back to her computer screen to double-check what she already knows. “Suspect spotted on Maple Street!” 

Maple Street. 

“I’m on Fourth, headed toward Maple Street.” It’s Emily. Penelope holds her breath and stares at the screen as Emily moves toward her stationary dot. “Someone’s approaching,” Emily’s radio cuts out, and Penelope can’t hear her. 

Emily told Hotch she’d be fine, they split up all the time. He was worried about her but he wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t dare, but they could cover more ground apart than together. She’s wished him around on lonely trips, would prefer to sit in his silent company rather than her own, but never before had she wished he’d just show up. Annoyingly stepping from the shadows without a sound, just coming to her side. “Someone’s walking towards me right now,” Emily says and curses, her radiofrequency cutting in and out. “Fuck me,” she raises her gun, fear gripping her sternum. There’s something wrong. They’re tall and hunched over themselves, walking zombie-like with animalistic lurches. Her heart pounds but her hands remain steady. “FBI!” She keeps walking, “stop right there.” 

The figure steps under a light and her breath catches. Long spikey bangs plastered to his forehead Hotch looks back at her, he staggers suddenly to the right and catches himself on the lamp post. 

“Hotch?”

He falls down onto his knees. 

Emily runs towards him, shouts his name again but he’s too out of it. “Hotch!” She falls down to the ground beside him, pulling him down against her. “What the hell happened?” She’d seen him not even half an hour ago. Grouchy, sure, but fine. He lays limply in her arms, quick, sudden breathes that make her chest hurt just to listen to. “Hey,” she tries to rouse him. Her normally pale skin is dark in contrast to his colorless face. His eyes open but they look over her shoulder, off to the side. 

Emily fights to get to her radio, stuttering out, “it’s Hotch. The UNSUB isn’t on Maple Street. The suspect was Hotch. Send – Send help. Officer down. Something’s–” She looks down at him, the blood seeping into her pants. He’s covered in blood. 

There’s blood on the inside of his mouth, slipped between his teeth. “He’s – He’s dressed like an officer,” Hotch suddenly pants. What, she hisses. His breath is short and quick. He grabs hold of her shirt, grip firm. His fingers gripping her blouse tightly, knuckles bloodless. “He has a – a uniform. A gun. He has a – he has a –” A chill bites up his arms and his mouth goes suddenly dry. His eyes roll up, vision blackening out. All he can hear is ringing in his ears, the warmth of Emily’s hand on his neck makes him shiver. She pushes his head towards her, and makes his head roll so he’s tilted back looking up at her. He can't make out what she’s saying. 

“Hotch?” she asks, tapping uselessly against his cold skin. “Hotch please.” This night has gone badly enough. She wished him here and now he’s gone, weakly shuddering in her lap. 

He only got up off that alley floor with this in mind. The need to find a phone booth or run into another person. The UNSUB had stripped him of both of his guns, and taken his radio and his vest too. He needed to warn them, tell them that the UNSUB was dressed like one of them.

And now his mission has come to an end.

[eirist]

In the Heat of the Moment

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: For Day 3—Nami’s Day—of the ZoNa Days event (at @zonamievents). I’m already late but still posting it. It’s unfair if it’s only Zoro who gets an entry.

In the Heat of the Moment is by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds. I still have The Umbrella playlist to thank for being such a good company.

Summary: "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

The rain hadn’t let up from the moment it began to pour down.

Which should not have been a problem in the first place… the Straw Hats have their very own weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire after all.

If only said weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire didn't get distracted, arguing with a certain green-haired swordsman.

"This is your fault!" Nami complained, rubbing her arms with her hands in a poor attempt to keep the emerging chill away.

​Somehow satisfied, she folded her arms across her chest as she sulkily glared at the rain which has now completely turned into a steady downpour.

​Luckily she was able to pull the man with her towards an alcove in the town's wall before they got drenched. It was an uncomfortable fit, as they were almost pressed to each other, but it'll do.

​Zoro was snarling beside her. "This rain is MY fault?" He huffed. "Right! It's my fault coz I absolutely can make it rain on a whim!"

Nami turned sharply towards him, glaring daggers. "If you hadn't gotten lost—" 

"I DON'T GET LOST!" 

"—like the idiot that you are," she continued ignoring Zoro's outburst, deliberately raising her tone and effectively drowning his retort with her shrill voice. "Then we wouldn't be stuck in here ZORO!" Her voice jumped another octave when she said his name. "In. HERE!" She repeated the words, making sure to emphasize them and hoping to drill it straight into his thick, dumb skull. 

"Tch! Then you shouldn't have followed me!" The former bounty hunter groused.

​"Besides, aren't you supposed to be good at predicting the weather?" He commented sardonically. "Shouldn't you have known that it’s going to rain today?" 

Nami gaped at him disbelievingly. ​And heat rose to her cheeks.

​She gave his shin a good kick for that.

​​"Ite!" 

​"I know that!" Nami practically shrieked at him. "That's why I followed you here to tell you about it! Is this the thanks I get from making sure you don't get your dumb self lost in this island while a storm is brewing?!"

"Again woman, I DON'T GET LOST!" Not the one to be deterred, Zoro raised his own voice to match hers. "And damn it! Stop kicking me!"

​"Bullshit!" The ever-feisty navigator exclaimed. "That a load of crap and you know it!"

​She angrily poked his chest with her finger. "If I leave you to your own devices... We. Would. Never. Find. You!" She punctuated each word with a prod on his torso. As if that would actually make the idea sink unto him. "I don't want Luffy and Chopper whining about how you are lost and that we should find you!

​Zoro grabbed her hand to stop her from poking a hole in him. Grasping it firmly he all but shouted back at her. "I will be fine! I will find my way back to the Sunny!"

“Hah! Fat chance of that happening!” 

​They were almost nose to nose by this time; all the while scowling at each other, both waiting for the other to back down.

Now only the sound of the rain falling heavily down the soaked earth can be heard as they continued their stare off. Along with the sharp intake of breaths coming from the two of them because honestly, their shouting matches can be quite arduous.

​As the glowering continued; Zoro thought he caught a glint, a spark from behind Nami's eyes before those warm brown orbs widened.

​In what could only be a realization that their current position is leaning towards… precarious. It was also not helping that his own eye had darted all over her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks. Despite it coming from indignation, she still looks...

 ... pretty.

​He almost choked at his thoughts. When did he turn into that shit cook?

Zoro inhaled sharply and realized what a wrong move that was. He caught a whiff of Nami’s signature scent. Sweet with an undertone of zestiness that reminds him of her mikan fruits at their peak of ripeness—that certain moment that makes you want to steal one so you can taste them...

​The color on her face deepened and Zoro wasn't sure if it was because she was getting angrier and angrier by the minute.

Or... If it was because she saw that his stare lingered for more than a second or two at her lips. ​"Screw this!" He grunted, instantly averting his gaze. He felt his face heating up and to get out of their rather 'awkward' situation, he immediately resorted to his favorite defense mechanism whenever he faces off against this orange-haired devil incarnate.

Losing his temper on her. 

"You are not my keeper woman!" He snapped at her before immediately stepping out of their sanctuary and into the rain.

That made Nami snap to attention. "Hey!"

​Without another word Zoro turn around and started walking away from her despite the torrential rain.

WALKING. AWAY. FROM. HER.

While it’s raining cats and dogs. 

 "Zorooo!!!" He heard Nami screeched his name, horrified that he would actually leave her alone. There was no way he was getting back in there with her. Not when it occurred to him that he was only a second away from grabbing her...

...and kissing her.

​He walked in faster strides when she called him again. He had to get away from her. He needed to get away from her.

Far away.

​Because honestly she was driving him crazy lately with all these thoughts of wanting to kiss her surfacing every moment whenever he was with her.  

And who knows what the repercussions are? This is Nami they're talking about. She would probably sic ero-cook and even Luffy if he dared to even try. Or rat him out to either Robin or Usopp or both.

Or charge him more than what his current bounty is.

He winced at that.

​For now he needed to get away and calm himself so he can reflect...

​There was no warning as something collided at his back, almost making him stumble down the wet ground.

Did someone just attack him?

​But the presence wasn't threatening, even if its arms were wrapped around his neck in a chokehold, throttling him.

"YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE THERE RORONOA ZORO!" Nami deliberately yelled at his ear, probably making his ear drum shatter and rendering him forever deaf. In a split second the Supernova realized that Nami… had jumped him.

​"Hey! Get off witch!"

"No!" "Get off!" "I said no!"

​"Get off now or I'll--"

Her hold around his neck tightened. "Or you'll what?" Nami hissed right in his ear in a tone so dangerously low that an actual chill ran down Zoro's spine. He gave her arm a light slap, a silent gesture to loosen her hold because she was cutting off his air. When she didn't relent, he effortlessly bounced her up his back.

​With a squeak of surprise, her arms slackened and he was able to finally draw in some air.

Nami’s hands grabbed at his shirt in an attempt to prevent herself from slipping from his back. Zoro tried to shake her off him. But the cat burglar swiftly clung onto him by locking her legs around his waist.

His remaining eye widened at that. 

"Nami!"  ​ "Stop trying to shake me off Zoro!" Nami protested as she held on to him tightly. Her knee knocked against his katanas and he scowled. "Then stop strangling me damn it!" "You deserve it you ass! Leaving me alone like that! Wait until the others hear about this you brute!" ​ Zoro muttered an expletive under his breath. Nami is a real witch!

He can feel her sliding down his back again. She was having a hard time clinging onto him because his shirt and her arms and legs were all wet from the rain water.

"I'm charging you for all these Zoro!" She muttered against his ear, her breath hot against his skin… a stark contrast from the cold rain water falling down on them. "The hell you are!" He managed to retort. She was speaking from his blind side and even as he tilted his head, he cannot see her face or her expression.

The next thing he knew… her fist had descended on his head.

“The hell! Why did you hit me?!”

“Because you are a moron.”

“That’s it get off me!”

“No!!”

​They continued struggling against each other, right in the middle of the rain that was soaking them to the bone.

​And Zoro realized then and there that Nami was quite nimble. She had quickly managed to change her position from his back to his side with her legs still locked around him.

He really didn't know what to do with that information, except it's going to be really handy once he gets the chance to...

​​​Fuck! ​​ She had hit him on the head with her fist ​again.​ That’s twice already.  Why are her punches hurting him so much? Was it clad in haki?? "Argh! Nami stop it!" He tilted his head towards her so he can growl and glare at her all at the same time.

She just gave him a haughty serves-you-right grin.

In retaliation he bounced her against him again. 

​Which was a wrong move. Because all it did was rubbed her breasts against him and press her closer to him.

It was a good thing the rain was drowning them.   Though it did made her yelp in surprise. He’s good with that.

​"Argh! Stay still Zoro! I swear if you drop me down I'm going to—"

“To what?” His steely eye met hers. This time it was his turn to challenge her.

Nami’s hold around his neck tightened, probably because her grip on him was slipping again because she was just as wet as he is and also because she still wants to choke the shit out of him for leaving her alone earlier.

She lifted her chin slightly so she could gaze back at him even as the rain water continued trickling down her face.

Was it just him or Nami’s quite comfortable where she is right now?

He knew she was trying to give him the evil eye. But it was hard to do that when the droplets of rain keep clinging to her lashes and she had to blink them away in a manner that affects him greatly.

And there was it… that familiar glint, that spark he saw when they were back in the alcove taking shelter from this rain.

“Look Zoro,” she finally sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you will come back to the Sunny in one piece and not get stranded in this weather."

​Zoro blinked. He was not expecting that.

​Then his face broke into a smirk. "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

“Y-y-ou!” She stammered.

He grinned at her as she sputtered, her face turn absolutely and adorably red.

To think, he actually high-tailed it out of there earlier with his tail between his legs all because he can't face the realization that he wanted this woman.

But there was no denying it now. Amidst this rain it was very clear. That was all he needed.

He finally decided to take a chance instead of running away from it like a coward. ​

He tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. "You can punch me or charge me later Nami," was all he said before he pressed his lips on hers.

Her body jerked in surprised. His arm instantly wrapped around her waist to secure her as one of her hands grasp at his shirt tightly.

​He swore he heard and felt her murmur 'oh fuck' against his lips before she deepened their kiss.

​They pulled apart slightly for air. Zoro hauled her up a little and Nami was about to lean down to for another kiss…

“A-choo!”

They looked at each other in surprise. Nami’s hand automatically covered her mouth as her face turned red again… this time for a very different reason.

“Ehem!”

They both turn their heads towards the sound and saw an elderly man standing a few feet away from them under an umbrella.

He was shaking his head as he looked at them.

“You youngsters should just get a room you know. You risk getting sick doing things out here in the open that should be done privately.”

[starswornoaths]

Prompt 1: Foster

The polycule finds themselves in the company of a stray kitten that Estinien fetched from a back alley from who-knows-where.

And they're going to rehome her. No, really, honest. They're not keeping her, or anything lol

Word count: 1,900

~*~

A rare rainy day off in Ishgard— on a rarer day off, no less— had left Serella happily cuddled up in bed, under the blankets. Joined by her betrothed, and their beloved Violet, what time wasn’t spent idly dozing, was a warm, floating haze of hands and lips brushing idly where they found skin. Though they were swathed in the overcast, pale light that spilled in through the curtains, its chill was far from them, the roaring hearth, gilding the gloom where it collided, its warmth reaching beyond its light. The perfect picture of coziness.

Which was why she was particularly miffed, when their dearest Estinien stumbled in through the door, soaked to the bone, and holding his bundled up jacket to his chest: it meant that she had to get up, to investigate.

As Estinien caught his breath from sprinting in the pouring rain, his paramours all collectively, if sluggishly, opted to disentangle themselves from the blankets enough to see what on earth had made him bluster in so.

Aymeric was the first to rise from their little nest of blankets, ambling over gamely. Serella wasn’t far behind, though stilled when she heard him melt over whatever it was that Estinien had bundled into his coat.

An animal, then.

Sure enough, she neared just in time for Aymeric to reach a hand out, and be met with a sooty paw reaching up to curl its little bean toes around his index finger. He cooed again, and his posture melted further toward the bundle—ah, it was a cat, then.

“Hello, little love,” Aymeric greeted, his voice turned sing-song, and pitched a few notes higher, as it always did when he greeted an animal.

Already, Serella knew this was trouble.

All the more, when Hyana gasped as she scrambled to free herself from bed fully, hissing and cursing as a blanket stuck stubbornly to the pointed ridges at the end of her tail. Freeing herself, she stumbled over eagerly, completely blowing past Serella as she did.

After giving the two of them a few more moments to coo, she and Estinien passed a look between them, and silently agreed that it was time to be the responsible ones. For a change.

“Alright, alright, what do we have here, then?” Serella called, gently nudging them away to give the little creature some breathing room.

“Creature” almost seemed an apt description for the cat nestled within Estinien’s coat: covered in rain water and mud, it was almost impossible to tell what the cat’s true fur color was. It trembled, even pressed against Estinien’s chest—must still be cold. Those large eyes squinted up at her, as the little kitten sniffed and sneezed at her proffered hand. The cat’s shivering made its purr sound tinny, like it rattled the poor thing’s lungs just to do it.

“A bath first, before we do anything else, I think.” She said aloud.

With a breath to steel herself, Serella accepted the bundle of cat and coat in her arms, when Estinien relented to her. Despite the shivering, and the wetness of its fur, the kitten felt warm against her chest, when it immediately snuggled up to her body warmth. Reminding herself that they already had two dogs and a cat—two cats, technically, if she counted Duchess back at Borel Manor—Serella rounded the corner out of their bedroom, and into the bathroom.

Her polycule trailed in on her heels. It was hard not to liken them to a gaggle of Scholasticate kids, all crowding around the door to watch. It warmed her, how even the most standoffish of her loves couldn’t resist the draw of a cute animal.

The bathtub would be too massive, for the little kit—the sink suited just fine. Hyana was kind enough to fetch their bottle of feline shampoo, and set it on the counter for her.

As she let the water run to get a bit warmer, Serella lifted the kitten, gently, to hold it—her, Serella realized, with a glance—at eye level.

“You won’t like me for this,” she warned the kitten. “But that’s alright, it’s only temporary.”

The kitten squirmed, and licked the tip of her nose. Ignoring the way her insides turned to softened butter, Serella dutifully set to work, carefully bathing the kitten.

Unsurprisingly, the water was, at first, most unwelcome, and the cat had no scruples with voicing her complaint and trying to clamor out of the sink. For such a small thing, her wailing meows of discontent were rather loud—good. That meant her lungs were healthy. Once the warmth of the water sunk into her skin, however, she relented, somewhat, though instead sat in the shallow, warm water, and vibrated from the intensity of her disgruntled, rumbling meows.

It was hard not to liken her to a rat, watching her quake with the effort of vocalizing her displeasure. With each careful massage of Serella’s fingers into the kitten’s fur to wash away the grime, however, her true coat began to shine through.

As it turned out, her fur was still mostly black—save for her white capped paws, and her underbelly, all the way up to her chin. All downy soft, thin fur, in a sleek coat. Once she’d gotten a chance to dry out, under the careful ministrations of Aymeric drying her down with the softest, fluffiest towel he could find, she was actually a rather beautiful cat.

When she still shivered, as she finished drying, Aymeric would brook no negotiation, and immediately bundled himself—and her—back in bed, with the blankets. It seemed to be exactly where she wanted to be, as she promptly loafed herself upon his chest, and shook with her purrs.

“We need a name for her,” he said, not taking his eyes off the little kit, as her eyes began to drift shut.

“Absolutely not.” Serella tutted. “It isn’t responsible for us to take in another cat—here, or Borel Manor—and no, she doesn’t look ready to be a road companion, before you even entertain suggesting it.”

“Act like you don’t want to keep her.” Estinien scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me how I’d found her—you do that, when you do something I don’t like. You ask questions.”

“She’s a stray, you found her, and brought her here. What else is there to know?” Serella huffed, and even to her, she sounded a touch defensive.

“We can’t just turn her out after a bath, either, though.” Hyana argued, in the gentlest tone Serella had ever heard from her, as she snuggled up to Aymeric’s side to offer her hand to the kit. “She’ll have to stay for a while.”

“Until we can responsibly rehome her, of course.” Aymeric hastily added on, unconvincingly.

Serella wrinkled her nose when Estinien made a noise of agreement, even as the both of them also crawled in bed.

Once they had hemmed him in on all sides, Aymeric piped up, “But we have to call her something, in the meantime.”

When Estinien reached out to pet her, both of her paws shot out, to wrap around his hand. Her claws pricked at his skin, as she tried to force his hand over to her head. He snorted.

“Krile, perhaps? The little snot seems keen on getting her claws in me.” He grumbled, with no real venom behind his words; he hadn’t even taken his hand back.

Alas, he had already been lost to this kitten’s wiles, it seemed. Probably was, the moment he found her.

“I’ll tell Krile.” Hyana replied in that same, cooing voice, not even deigning to look at Estinien, as the kitten wriggled across the broad expanse of Aymeric’s chest, to bump her forehead against Hyana’s.

It was fascinating, watching how all three of them—powerful, stalwart warriors, all—had turned to puddles under the might of this singular kitten’s cuteness. Danuja, Vardr, and Rhalgr were already getting jealous, she realized, when she felt their collective, agitated curiosity on the fringes of her focus.

“Menphina,” she suggested, before she could stop herself. When all present turned to look at her, she elaborated, with a wry twist of her lips, “She’s certainly charmed all of you enough to warrant it.”

“…Menphina.” Hyana tried again, speaking it to the kit instead. At the curious mrr the cat trilled in response, Hyana nodded. “She likes it. It’s settled, then.”

When the weather improves, I’ll put up signs, she resolved to herself, just as the kitten laid her paw atop Serella’s hand, over Aymeric’s heart.

To her credit, she did. But the problems that trickled in after that came threefold: there was little demand for a beautiful runt, all the more of an indeterminable breed of cat. What demand there was, was often in the interest of Menphina being a “practice pet,” for a child. Fearful that that would translate to unsupervised children treating her like a toy, until she was injured, Serella would be the first—and firmest—to rebuke such offers. Add to all of that, the kitten’s propensity for extended bursts of high energy, that demanded that she be played with, ruled her out for any of the elderly candidates that applied, looking for a calm housecat.

To say that she had no success finding a suitable home for Menphina, would be a gross understatement.

Every time, she would come home, and Menphina would have to crawl out of the collective fur of Vardr and Rhalgr, just to trill up at her in greeting. And every time, Serella would have to scoop her up, and tell her how sorry she was, that it wasn’t meant to be, for that applicant.

“There will be others,” Serella reassured her, every time.

A few moons down the line saw Menphina still very much fostered in their care—to the point, that she was tucked close, huddled in the bend of Serella’s knees, as she’d curled up on the couch with a book. She’d fallen into a sort of pleasant lull, where her focus was on her book, though she could still pick up on Aymeric and Hyana chatting amicably in the kitchen.

At the mention of the date, in the midst of their conversation, Serella’s ear perked; she couldn’t recall the exact date, that Estinien had hauled this scrawny little kit in from the cold, but as she looked down at Menphina again, now filled out on good food and loving attention, she realized, with dismay, that she had not been strong enough.

“You were never a foster cat, were you?” She grumbled accusingly at Menphina.

The kitten looked up at the sound of her voice, and gave a questioning mrr?

As though she didn’t know what she had done. Smiling wryly, Serella gave her affectionate scritches between her ears.

“No, I suppose you never were, at that.”

Taking this as an invitation, Menphina unfurled herself with a long stretch that morphed into a yawn, and scampered up Serella’s hip, and settled in on the curve of her side, as though it was just for her.

Groaning, Serella let her head hit the back of the couch, as she finally admitted her defeat loud enough for the household to hear: “We’re keeping the cat.”

Amidst the giddy celebrating, she swore she distinctly heard the clink of coin being exchanged—they’d gone and taken bets, on how long it would take for her to crack.

Gremlins. Hellions, all of them. Hers. How she loved them, as they were—Menphina included.

[lucyintheskywithxanax]

Sup The Wine On Your Tongue (nsfw)

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Sally McKenna x Fem Reader

Requested by anon: “a billie x sally x reader smut fic”

A/N: basically this is porn without plot. Quotes are from The Song of Solomon because I love to sin 🤫 As usual, English isn’t my first language. x

Word count: ≈ 2 300

 “Eyes closed, baby,” Billie Dean cooed. You shivered as her acrylics grazed up your left thigh, avoiding your center to glide softly over your hip and playfully tap the skin there.

You squirmed on the bed. “But I want to see you,” you whined, faking a pout. “You’re so pretty.”

Billie chuckled affectionately. She laid her other hand on your cheek, making you instinctively tilt your head to press a kiss to her palm. You hummed at the lingering perfume of her rose-scented hand cream, playfully nipped her finger and sucked on the skin to let the taste fill your mouth.

Billie chuckled again. “Kitty cat,” she smiled.  

You peered up at her with a lovesick grin. Billie’s fingers were tracing patterns on your left hip, infuriatingly slow and chasing every thought from your mind to replace them with the burn and fogginess of arousal.

“There’s no one in the room next door,” you breathed, making Billie laugh. “I checked.”

“Of course you did.”

Your eyelids fluttered as Billie leaned down to pepper kisses between your breasts, her blond locks tickling your stomach and making you shiver. She flicked her tongue on your nipple before softly grazing her teeth over it.

Your hand automatically came up to stroke the soft skin of the nape of her neck, fingers brushing back strands of hair, fingers walking down her spine from one protruding vertebra to the next. Billie moved to your other breast, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the swell, sucking on your peaked nipple to draw a soft moan from you.

“Louder,” she growled, voice thick with desire. “You said no one could hear us.” Saying so, she pressed one thigh against your bare center, and moaned at the feel of your arousal on her skin.

You sank your nails into her back and started rolling your hips to grind down on her thigh, your head pushing back into the pillow and leaving your neck exposed. Billie immediately jumped at the chance. She pressed her opened mouth on your pulse point and greedily sucked on the skin.

“Fuck,” you breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

Billie groaned. “Louder,” she repeated. And you felt her flex the muscles in her thigh as she pressed it deeper into your core, felt the warmth of her hand as she rested it on the curve of your waist to guide your movements.

You tilted your head so your mouth was brushing her ear, and let out a low, long, sensual moan, followed by a slightly self-conscious giggle. Billie’s whole body shivered. She groaned, more hungrily this time, and pressed her mouth to your neck again.

But then all of a sudden she stopped. You let out a noise of protest, opened your eyes to see what was wrong.    

Billie was staring fixedly at a dark corner of the room. You followed her gaze, but saw nothing there.

“Billie?” you called, anxiety piercing the cloud of lust in your head. But Billie’s eyes were soft and amused.

She coked her head to the side and smiled smugly. “Come on out, babydoll,” she rasped.

When you looked in the direction of the corner again, there was Sally, wearing a black velvet dress that cut to her knees, tears glistening on her cheeks and right hand holding a cigarette above her shoulder.

“By all means do continue,” Sally said with that quiver like a rift in her voice that meant she was mad. “I do not mean to interrupt your lay.”

You rolled your eyes at her, and sat up on the bed. “We didn’t know where you were, Sally.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like you took the trouble to find me, is it?” Sally’s eyes were flashing angrily in the dim light. Fresh tears spilled out, rolling their way through the dark makeup smudges on her cheeks. “Who needs dear old fucked-up Sally when one can screw a living bitch?”

Billie frowned. “Don’t be like that,” she scolded. She tapped your thigh to signal you to move. You reluctantly obeyed and slumped on the bed, pressing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing in your core.

Slowly, sensually, and completely naked, Billie stood up and crossed to Sally. When she reached her, she raised one hand to wipe the tears from her face and the other to take her cigarette. She locked eyes with Sally and slowly closed her lips around the cigarette, lifting her chin when she blew out the smoke.

Sally still looked mad, but something changed in her eyes. They flicked down to Billie’s mouth, then up to meet her gaze, then down to her mouth again. Her tongue darted out to lick her upper lip, and when she looked up to meet Billie’s gaze again, a small, sly smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Billie gave her back her cigarette, smirking.

You wriggled on the bed, letting out an impatient noise to remind them you were there, and very much needy. Sally looked at you, sank her teeth into her lower lip.

Billie took the cigarette from her again and grabbed her chin with her free hand. And then she crashed her open mouth against Sally’s, slipping her tongue inside and kissing her in that greedy, sultry way she knew made Sally so needy and so weak in the knees.

True to herself, Sally whimpered and pressed herself against Billie, wriggling her body to make it fit perfectly. And then she was all over Billie, hands roaming her body and kneading her ass and tugging on her hair, teeth biting and grazing, and you let out another impatient noise, because they were having entirely too much fun without you, and you were getting cold, and needed attention.

Without taking her mouth off of Sally’s, Billie guided her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. Sally immediately reached for you, and you gratefully met her mouth, hot and wet with Billie’s saliva.

“Did you forget about me?” Sally pouted into the kiss.

“Never,” you growled.

And as she was kissing you, Sally reached out behind her for Billie’s hand, tugging on it when she found it so she could feel you both and let herself sink into your combined warmth. “Closer,” she growled, to you or to Billie, you didn’t know. Billie pressed herself closer against Sally’s back, pushing her into you, and slipped one hand up to Sally’s head to guide it between your legs.

“Finish her up,” Billie rasped,”since you were so eager to participate.”

Billie winked at you and you let out a pitiful whimper, for Sally… Sally was so skilled with that tongue of hers. It had been months and you still had no idea how she did it. She could tease you for hours until you were a desperate, whimpering mess, or have you come in minutes. Billie closed her fingers around Sally’s dirty blond locks, and Sally groaned low in the throat as her mouth met your dripping center.

Your lips parted in bliss as Sally worked her magic, but soon she was pushing her pelvis towards Billie in a silent plea to be touched, and when Billie complied, Sally pushed her head back from you and arched her back to sink deeper into Billie’s touch, causing you to whine in protest.

“Dear me,” Billie chuckled. “What am I going to do with you both so desperate and needy.”

Sally groaned again, hips rolling like a dancer’s against Billie’s touch, short gasps falling from her mouth, but Billie tutted and removed her hand.

She sat up on the bed and pushed back her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes were shining predatorily in the dim light. “Lie back and touch yourself,” she ordered you, in that low, husky voice that made your insides melt.

You blinked, did as you were told. Billie swallowed and watched your hand as you ran it teasingly slow down your chest, circling your nipples, then down your stomach and between your legs. The lust in her eyes, so dark and so thick, made you shiver. Your head fell back slightly as you rubbed broad strokes around your aching clit, slow and lazy to draw out your pleasure.

Sally let out a frustrated huff. She wriggled closer to Billie and rested her chin on her shoulder.

“You like seeing us fuck, don’t you,” she rasped into Billie’s ear, drawing back her lips to nip at her lobe. A whimper fell out of Billie’s mouth. “I was reading a poem before you turned all naughty on me. It reminded me of you. Wanna hear it?”

You let out a moan as pleasure crackled between your legs, never averting your gaze from Billie’s, feeding on how blown her pupils were. With a noiseless laugh, Sally arched her back so her chest was pressing against Billie’s side, and slipped her hand down to Billie’s center. Billie sucked in a breath and bit back a moan as she lifted her hips to meet Sally’s touch.

“Your rounded thighs are like jewels,” Sally rasped, mouth opening on another noiseless laugh of delight at the ecstatic look on Billie’s face, “the work of a master hand. Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks wine.”

Your eyes flicked down to Sally’s hand, widening at the sight of her deft fingers teasing and pinching and rubbing. Wet sounds echoed the ones that came from your own ministrations. You let out another soft moan as you ran your eyes back up Billie’s taut stomach, her breasts, nipples peaked and pink, her plump lips, her stormy eyes.

“Your lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh,” Sally whispered, as she bit on Billie’s ear lobe again.

Billie’s eyelashes fluttered, but she kept her eyes open, kept holding your gaze, and you almost came at the sight of your own lust reflected in them. Billie was so goddamn beautiful, skin glistening, face flushed and lips pouring out desperate sighs and gasps as her hips waltzed with Sally’s hand.

“Oh, just like that,” she moaned, “just like that baby.”

You moaned again, louder, almost as a dare, and smirked when Billie shivered at the sound of it and almost closed her eyes.

Sally’s mouth had moved to Billie’s neck and was sucking and biting bruises on the immaculate, creamy skin – but then her eyes suddenly darted towards the wall before her, and you vaguely noticed the fear that widened them.

She was always glancing at the walls, Sally. When she was sad, when she was happy, when you were making love. You had brought it up to Billie, who hadn’t looked surprised. You knew the hotel was haunted by monsters infinitely more terrible than Sally. She had told you bits of stories you didn’t want to know the rest of.

“Eyes on us, baby,” you breathed.

Sally blinked, glanced at you. Her eyes drifted to your parted legs, to your hand moving between them, and turned a hue darker.

Billie’s hand came up to tilt Sally’s chin and press her mouth to hers. Sally half smiled, half sobbed into the kiss. When Billie pulled away for breath, Sally needily leaned in for another kiss, wet and sloppy, before sinking her teeth into Billie’s lower lip and pulling hard.

“There’s no one else here, baby,” Billie panted. And Sally believed her, as she always did.

She let go of Billie’s lip and resumed her lovemaking. Billie’s mouth parted on short breaths that grew more and more erratic; you saw her reaching out to clutch the sheet, saw the muscles in her arm tense up. She was close, and Sally knew it, too; she increased the pace between Billie’s legs, and you increased yours, because you wanted her and you to climax together.

There was something so hot in holding Billie’s gaze that was driving you crazy. You fed on the sight of her, blond locks curling above the fullness of her breasts, stomach and thighs taut and trembling with anticipation. You sucked in a breath as your body stiffened. Sally chuckled at the sound of it and responded by roughly pushing two fingers inside Billie. The sight of them disappearing into Billie’s wet, tight core was enough to send you flying over the edge.

You let out a loud, long moan that went right through Billie. She came maybe three seconds after you, her body tensing up and her hips bucking as Sally cooed in her ear, not slowing down her pace but smiling and twisting her wrist to push her fingers deeper as she continued to pump into her. You forced your eyes open to take in the sight of Billie as she came undone, your own pleasure coursing through your body in hot waves and bouncing off the walls right back at her.

Billie let out a whine, wrapped one hand around Sally’s wrist to pull her out of her. You stared and stared at Billie as you panted for breath, running your eyes all over her body, feeding on everything, her pale glistening skin, the heaving of her chest, the pleasure written all over the curve of her mouth and the flush of her face and the occasional trembling of her hips. Billie’s eyes smirked at you.

Hungry for attention, Sally leaned in to claim Billie’s lips. When she pulled away, she raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, eyes boring into Billie’s. “How much better is your love than wine,” she teased, “and the fragrance of your oils than any spice.”

Billie let out a sleepy chuckle. “Are you quoting the Bible while pleasuring your girlfriend?”

“That’s so poetic, babe,” you laughed.

Sally flashed a wicked grin at you, mouth falling open, tongue peeking out. “Your lips drip nectar, my bride,” she laughed, crawling on the bed to you and teasing your mouth with hers, “honey and milk are under your tongue.” And then she let out a happy cry as you circled your arms around her waist and pushed her down underneath you, peppering kisses on her mouth and on that special spot on her neck that always drew giggles from her.

“Shush, now, princess,” you breathed against her skin, shivering as Billie ran one lazy hand up your spine. “Open your mouth and let me taste your nectar.”

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[solarwonux]

36. “I’m not naming our child after a book character, let alone from my least favorite book.” “Why not?”

37. “I think you’ve had enough to drink today.”

husband!joshua x f!reader

genre: fluff and a little bit of angst 

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol, drinking, hints at infertility, mentions of a surrogate, self doubt, hints at depression, mentions of therapy, brief mention of poly!gyuchan,  IVF treatment, suggestive, a cat named dog and a dog named cat, reader isn’t a fan of Shakespeare.

notes: this one’s a heavy one, but I wanted to challenge myself with this one. I did do some brief research as I was writing this one but I still could’ve gotten something wrong, so if I did let me. Either way, I’m grateful for those who read and please please please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

Joshua threw his head back downing the shot of soju. His face twisted in displeasure, hissing at the bitter taste. He sets the glass down wiping his plump lips with the back of his hand before pointing a finger at you. 

“What about Elizabeth, like Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice?” Joshua asks, grabbing the green bottle of soju and pouring himself another shot. 

You cross your arms in front of your body and lean back against the dark navy booth. “Nope, try again.” 

Joshua let’s out a sound of annoyance before downing another shot. He doesn’t let the acrimonious taste settle in on his taste buds before he’s pouring himself another one and downing it. The two of you knew it was going to be a long night. Time was ticking, your surrogates due date was approaching and neither of you had picked out a name for your daughter. 

Truthfully, her name should’ve been chosen months ago. At least that’s what you and Joshua had planned during the first trimester of the pregnancy. But every time the topic came up, the two of you would end up frustrated and running back to the drawing board. You had names picked out, so did he. Neither one felt right. It also didn’t help that throughout the eight and a half months of the pregnancy a sense of guilt would wedge its way into your veins.

According to the many doctor’s you and Joshua consulted throughout the first year of your marriage. Your body wouldn’t be able to carry a child until full term. It had impacted you negatively. Your mental health was never up to par twenty four seven, but during that year - the year that was supposed to be filled with happy memories with your newly wedded husband; your mental health was at its worse. Memories that were supposed to be happy and colorful were black and white. You spent every waking moment dreaming about your child and feeling like a failure all at the same time. 

Joshua would hold you every time you cried out in agony. Each sob that came out of your lips would find its way and break his heart even further. He felt worthless not knowing what to do as he sat and watched the light get sucked out of you. He was hurting too, there wasn’t a doubt left in his head that he somehow shared your pain. But he couldn’t begin to imagine what it felt like to be told over and over again that your body will never be able to carry a child. So he held you and prayed for a miracle every night. He loved you more than anything in the world and although he found himself frustrated whenever you treated yourself like you were worthless or nothing. He made a promise to you in front of your family and his that through sickness and in health he will be by your side no matter what. 

The miracle came after four years. On New Year’s Eve of that first miserable year of marriage you told him you wanted to go to therapy, but only if he went too. He gladly agreed, eyes blown up in uncertainty but he didn’t fight you on your decision. Immediately he started researching for the best therapists in town, forgetting about the holiday party at Jun’s house. 

Slowly he saw you come back to yourself. The first time you smiled at him and laughed he cried tears of joy along with you. After almost two years of individual therapy with the newly added weekly couple therapy session, the two of you decided to research alternatives. Joshua was apprehensive, he feared he would lose you again, reassuring you that the two of you didn’t have to have kids in order to be a complete family. 

That just the two of you, your cat Inu and your dog Neko was enough. In which you agreed but one of your dreams was to bring a child into the world, to be a mother and you refused to have that taken away from you. So, he agreed after many weeks of convincing and a glittery powerpoint presentation. 

Mingyu, Chan and their wife didn’t want kids, frankly it wasn’t for them. But she didn’t hesitate to offer herself as a surrogate when she learned that you and Joshua were looking for one. It took another glittery powerpoint presentation from all three of them, this time to convince you to let them help you. So you did. Eight and a half months ago through an IVF treatment, one of your eggs and Joshua’s sperm were inside of her, healthily growing your child. Each doctor’s appointment you went to, the excitement inside of you grew. 

You stayed up with Joshua talking about how grateful you were that your baby girl was so loved and she hadn’t even taken her first breath yet. Mingyu and Chan showered her with gifts endlessly. A competition between the two of them to determine who would end up being her godfather. Not to mention her other ten uncle’s competing to see who would win the title of best uncle in the whole wide world. A contest that was to be held annually. Or so they claimed.

You were happy and so was Joshua but the only problem the two of you faced was that you didn’t have a name yet. And it stressed out Joshua to the point of no return, especially after you told him that it would be better to just wait until she was physically in the world. That her name would come to you, appearing out of thin air the moment you saw her for the first time. 

Joshua on the other hand disagreed. He lived paranoid ninety nine percent of the time and liked to be ready just in case something went wrong. He also didn’t want his daughter to be nameless and bean sprout wasn’t cutting it anymore. “Okay how about Ophelia, like from Hamlet.” He says with a hopeful dewey look in his eyes. 

You grab the bottle of soju and pour yourself a shot, downing it before slamming it down on top of the dark wooden table. “Absolutely not, I refuse. I’m not naming our child after a book character, let alone my least favorite book.”

Joshua ran a stressed hand across his face. He wanted this nightmare to end. No both of you wanted this nightmare to end. “It’s not a book, it's a play baby, you out of all people should know that.” He accused, grabbing an unopened bottle of soju and cracking the seal. “Mrs. Literature major.”

“Does it come with a front cover and a back cover and a bunch of pages in between?” You challenge cocking your head to the side, pushing your shot glass towards him. 

Joshua poured you a glass before setting the bottle down and placing his chin in the palm of his hands. A cocky drunk grin evident on his face. “Yes, but it started out as a performance not a book.” He mocks.

“I disagree. Shakespeare had to have written it down first in order to then show the actors. Therefore it’s still considered a book and my statement still stands. I’m not naming our child Ophelia.” You roll your eyes bringing the glass up to your lips, taking a small sip from it. You were finally starting to feel the weight of the alcohol. It was a given the two of you were five soju bottles (almost six) in and still hadn’t made any progress. 

“Why not?” He whines kicking his feet in the process, resembling a little kid who just got told that he couldn’t have cookies ‘n’ creme ice cream for dinner. “I like Ophelia, I think it’s cute.” 

“Because Ophelia drowns in the play, what if by naming our daughter that, we are instilling her an unfortunate faith?” You explain, drawing it out dramatically with your hands. 

“That’s ridiculous. Our daughter is protected not only by her guardian angels but also she has a whole football team on standby ready to beat the shit out of anyone that makes her cry.” Joshua states in a matter of fact tone while closing the half finished bottle of soju. He was finally starting to feel the effects and the two of you still needed to pay the bill and somehow make it home. 

You huff dipping your index finger into the half full shot glass and wetting the rim. “I read about it once.” You whisper. 

“Where?” He stands up holding onto the table and makes his way to your side, sitting down. “On those mommy blogs? The one’s I told you to stop reading because they don’t make you feel good about anything?”  His arm makes it away across your shoulders and pulls you close. 

You nod, leaning your head against his chest. “I’m just scared and I want everything to be perfect. I know that there’s nothing wrong with the decision we made but sometimes I still feel guilty that I wasn’t the one to carry her.” You sigh, lacing your fingers with his. “What if she doesn’t love me?” You cringe at how small your voice sounds. This is something your therapist and you had been working on for the past three weeks. Ever since you realized that the due date was approaching quickly. You’d gotten far but the doubt still lingered no matter how much you tried to push it away. 

Joshua leaves a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. “You’re her mom through and through and she’ll love you no matter what. Your body couldn’t grow her, the risk was too high and I didn’t want anything to happen to you or to her. But that doesn’t mean you were not enough. You have always been enough and you will be the best mom she could ever ask for.” 

Years ago when you had first met Joshua you knew you didn’t deserve him. He was everything you could ever ask for and more. Every time you found yourself drowning he was there with his hand plunged into the water ready to raise you up. He was your pillar whenever you needed someone or something to lean on. He was your voice of reason and your biggest supporter. And it wasn’t fair, because you would never be able to be that person to him. 

“I love you Joshua, thank you for never giving up on me.” You sit up, closing the small gap between the two of you and leaving a soft, delicate, alcohol filled kiss against his perfect lips. 

“I would never in a million think of doing that. Baby I swear I would cut off each of my limbs and feed them to birds if that thought were to ever cross my mind.” He smiles, pecking your lips repeatedly making you giggle. The sound made his heart soar. “I know you won’t believe me but you taught me what it’s like to love someone endlessly and unconditionally and that’s something I will spend my life thanking you for.” He says, thumbs caressing your cheeks before he hugs you close. 

“Stop making it impossible not to love you.” You laugh, circling your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. “I like Ophelia too, I’ll put it on the ‘maybe’ list.” His arms get tighter around, making it almost impossible for you to breathe. He wasn’t voicing his happiness, but you could only imagine the dumb smile he had on his face. 

After all, it was rare for you to admit defeat.

The two of you stayed there for a few more seconds before he brought his face down, stopping just above your ear. “Want to go to the bathroom and fuck,  live out our young adults fantasies once more before we become parents?” 

You pull away an incredulous look decorating your face. “Yup, I think you’ve had enough to drink. Let’s go home.” You stand up, grabbing your purse, pulling on his arm earning a wine from your husband. 

“Come on just once, please baby please.” He pleads and stands up, following you as you make your way to the front of the bar where the cash register usually was. 

“Absolutely not, I don’t want to be arrested for Adultery. We are about to become parents Joshua Hong!” 

He shrugs, circling his arm around your waist watching silently as you wait to pay. “It was worth a shot, what about when we get home?” He whispers into your ear leaving a teasing kiss against your chin. 

“We’ll see. Now behave.” 

“As you wish my lovely wife.”