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killergee · 5 months ago

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Perfect kind of Idol

Idol turned Defense force officer Reader x Cold Hoshina.

Summary: Reader is a shameless flirt, and Hoshina is struggling to resist his favourite idol subordinate. Or Hoshina gets teased relentlessly and he doesn't know how to react.

Note: I have no idea where this idea came from, but it's here. Enjoy this crack fic that I had to get out of my system.

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"Vice Captain Hoshina~"

Oh, God, Hoshina thought to himself as his fingers momentarily stopped typing. What did you want this time.

Sitting in his office and working on his report for the latest mission, he looked up to see you leaning against the door frame.

"Awww, why the long face? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't happy to see me." You continued, tilting your head to the side.

"Officer l/n, what can I do for ya?"

The smile that crept on to your face sent a small shiver down his spine. His eyes stayed on your form, watching you closely as you slowly made your way towards him. Completely captivated, his gaze was similar to that of a prey watching a predator stalk closer.

"My, what's with the cold attitude? Ah, I guess the rumours are true, you must be Captain Ashiro's lover! You're only ever kind to her," you pouted, acting hurt. Despite the innocent act, Hoshina could hear the amusement in your voice. He knew you were setting up a trap for him. He knew you were trying to ensare him so that he was charmed like the rest of the division.

"I'm not Ashiro's lover, " Hoshina deadpans, trying hard to keep his professionalism and nonchalance.

"Oh that's great to hear. I'd hate to share you."

"I'm not yours either."

"You could be."

Aaand there it was. Your shit eating grin was growing by the second, and he saw the satisfaction settle in your eyes. Feeling the blush burning his ears, Hoshina knew if he were to let you continue, it could only get worse from here.

"15 laps for talking casually about a superior officer. Another 5 for prying into the businesses of your superior officers." Hoshina ordered, turning back to look at his computer.

"If I throw in a photo card and an autograph, can I only do 10?"

"That's another 5."

"What about a kiss?"

"God, are you a masochist?" He retorted, snapping his head up to look at you.

Well, that was a mistake.

When you managed to lean over the desk and get so close to him, he didn't know. Your face was all he could see. Caught in your gaze, he couldn't tear his eyes away. The look in your eyes said all that he needed to know.

You were amused, curious, and most of all, expectant.

You were watching. You were waiting. What it was you were waiting for, he couldn't even begin to imagine.

He's sleep deprived. Yes, that was the excuse. No one could blame him for not moving away. Though, him unconsciously drawing closer? The blame is only his.

"Do you want me to be?" You whispered sultrily, your eyes practically glowing when you start to see him crack.

His throat felt dry, but he continued anyways. "Ya know what, keep running round the field 'til I tell ya to stop," Hoshina said with a tone of finality, putting the distance needed to remain professional.

You sighed exaggeratedly in defeat, placing a hand over your heart and another on your forehead as if you were a damsel in distress. So dramatic, he thinks, and he had to use all of his energy to stop the corners of his lips from lifting. Despite the punishment, Hoshina could tell you were deeply satisfied.

Trying to focus on something else other than the intoxicating perfume you've left in your place, he nearly missed the small "worth it," as you left the room.

Only nearly.

"Add in 20 push-ups before you start too, l/n."

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Hoshina knows he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s a grown man. He’s the Vice Captain of the Third Division, for goodness sake. So why on Earth was he acting like one every time you talked to him? Was it just because you were a celebrity?

He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t act normally around you. He just seizes up, says something he doesn’t really mean, and leaves. It’s been months since you’ve joined the division and everyone else has gotten used to your presence but him. When the brass was talking about you being a distraction, they couldn’t have known that the only one going to be distracted was him.

"You know people pay good money just to see me, right?" You said, interrupting his thoughts.

He froze for a moment. How on Earth you always manage to sneak up on him is beyond his comprehension. With how you always demanded the attention of the room with just your mere presence, his only explanation must be that he was getting sloppier. Or perhaps it was due to his conscious efforts to stop throwing glances your way that he unknowingly developed a blindspot for you.

Hoshina raised his water bottle to his lips. "And what's that got to do with anything."

"Well, pay more attention to m- h...hey, shouldn't you be giving that to me?" You panted out, hands rested on your knees as he finally let you stop your laps (you felt like you ran at least 100—you actually ran 40). Collapsing beside Hoshina on the small hill overlooking the field, you waved your hand, beckoning for him to give you his water bottle.

Hoshina ignored your plea. "Go get your own."

"I'll send you my unreleased single if you give me the water," you offered.

Well...he couldn't lie, that was definitely a tempting offer. It was during this slight moment of hesitation that you managed to snag the water bottle out of his hand and glug half of it down.

Shocked by your actions, he blushed heavily and reached to take back his waterbottle. "HEY!"

You pulled your hand back just in time before he could take it from you. "Why're you so red? Never shared a water before? Are you red cuz we indirectly kissed?"

"Indirect wha- Don't be a child," he snapped back, trying to will back his embarrassment.

You offered the bottle to him. "Here, here, have it," you chuckled amused. "Now you can drink from it, and then you'd get to indirect kiss me!"

"That's not what I wan-"

"Oh? But you were fighting so hard to get it back."

He couldn't tell if the flush on his face was from frustration or embarrassment or a mix of both. "No, keep it, I don't care." He surrendered, somehow seeming more exhausted than you were.

"Say how 'bout you go straight to the source?" Titling your head to the side you cheekily pointed at your lips that were curled in a sly smile.

"Absolutely not."

You stay silent for a moment, and Hoshina lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was glad to have a small break to calm his rapidly beating heart. However, that relief was very short-lived.

You spoke outloud contemplatively, "to reject my kiss? How strange..." After a moment, your eyes widened as if you had an epiphany. Hitting your first into your open palm, your lips curled into a dangerous smile, "it must be because you don't know how to kiss."

"I know how to kiss!" He shouted before he could control himself.

"Learning from books doesn't count."

"You're absolutely terrible." He groaned, completely defeated by your relentless teasing. You know what? He should've rejected your application like the brass told him to.

Before he could continue that train of thought, you pounced on him, pinning him beneath you. With your body flushed against his, he could feel every curve of your body and the warmth it emitted.

"Want me to show you how?" You say with a devilish grin, mirth lacing your voice.

Hoshina's mind and heart raced a mile a minute. His heart was in such a flurry that he had trouble thinking straight. So, while his mind was in disarray, his body unconsciously took control in analyzing the situation.

Now, Hoshina may not be a genius like his brother or gifted like his Captain, but the one thing Hoshina got going for him was his martial prowess—his unerring reading of the body.

Honed from a young age, he could always tell his chances of winning a fight based on the physicality of his opponent. The solidity of their stance, the precision of their attacks, the strength of their grip—Hoshina was able to tell the outcome of the battle before it even came to an end. For him, reading body language became second nature, a part of his subconscious. Thus, he always trusted whatever it was his body told him.

So, although his eyes and his brain were telling him you've got him trapped, his body was telling him otherwise.

The hand pinning his down was weak. There was no firmness or security. The way your legs entangled his left your opening too big for it to be unintentional. The slight tremble in your hand told him you were nervous and unsure. Your actions didn't match your look at all.

Ah, so your teasing has all been a front, he thinks to himself. You really did have him fooled. All that bravado and for what? He wondered if you were just as nervous every time you flirted with him before. If all those other times, he could've easily stopped you too. If you were actually a sheep in wolf's clothing. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, all the tension leaving his body. Yours, on the other hand, froze at hearing his chuckle.

In one solid motion, he flipped you onto your back, reversing the positions. When he pins you, it's with a strong and sure grip. No room for escape. No room for wiggling your way out.

"Wh-wha" you sputtered as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. So even you knew how to blush, he thought.

Not a bad look on you.

"Where's all that confidence gone? I'm just accepting what's being offered."

Seeing you like this did something to him. Blushing red just for him when you've worked so hard to keep up your perfect image. To see a side of you that no camera or person has had the privilege to see, Hoshina wanted more.

"Well I- uh, sure b- wait-"

Your words catch in your throat as Hoshina brought his face closer to yours. You were the seducer, not the seducee. This was not part of your training!

You didn't know what to do. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. All you wanted was to force him to admit that he liked you after Captain Ashiro let it slip that he had to hide all of his merch of you when you were accepted into the division. When you found out your cold Captain was actually a fan, you wanted to get back at him for acting like he was better than you. You didn't think it'd end up like this.

With only a couple centimeters apart, you squeezed your eyes shut. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your thundering heart...

...and the sound of laughter?

You snapped your eye open at the sound, completely confused to what was happening.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Hoshina collapsed onto you, his body firmly on top of yours. His head landed where your neck met your shoulder. He was laughing so hard tears were beginning to form, and you could feel his body shake.

"Y-y-you should've seen the look on your face, HAH," his boisterous laughter turned into uncontrollable giggles. You couldn't help but smile as you heard it, albeit flushed at hearing it so close. Finally using his arms to push his upper body slightly off you, he looks down at you again.

"C'mon, now. How was I supposed to kiss ya when you're making a face like that?" He smirked.

"You're absolutely terrible," you can't help but repeat his words. You place your hands on his chest and try to push him off, but before you could give a strong push, he drops himself back down.

"Wha-"

You felt his lips graze your cheek before he leaned his head beside your ear, "I could be worse."

Will be, he thought to himself.

#hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #kaiju no.8 fanfic #kaijuu 8 gou #kaiju no. 8 #mina ashiro

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melonsodypop · 1 month ago

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Hi! How about some silly fluff? Yakuza men and playing pocky game with them? uwu Thank you!

yakuza men and playing the pocky game with them !

✾ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/reader (all seperate)

✾ tags - gender neutral reader, fluff, suggestiveness in some sections

✾ a/n - ur brain is so huge because this is SUCH a cute idea and i would've never come up with it on my own :,3 <33 fluff is a bit harder for me to write so it's a little shorter than my other posts but i hope you all still enjoy !!

✾ kazuma kiryu 🐉

when you suggest playing it, bro just hits you with a blank stare

"what... is that?"

you decide just to give him a visual of what you mean by taking the stick out and putting it between your teeth

his eyes widen a little when you point at the other end of it and tell him to bite it

you can almost see the gears turning in his head. he's starting to get the point

you're fully expecting him to turn you down when he nods, that determined gleam he always has still in his eyes. "fine. i just need to bite down here, right?"

he feels ridiculous when he bends down and catches the pocky stick between his teeth, but when your hand comes up to cup his jaw and you bite a little closer his focus zeroes in entirely on you

you can practically see the way his pupils dilate when he takes his turn to bite, the increasing closeness of your lips driving him up the damn wall

it only takes another flutter of your eyelashes and an infuriatingly small nibble on your end before kiryu's biting down hard, snapping the stick between your mouths and just pressing his lips to yours

his hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, his frustration pouring into the kiss before he finally softens, pulling away to look you in the eyes

the tips of his ears are a bright red, and his brow is furrowed in the way it does when he's thoroughly embarrassed

"that... wasn't half bad," he mutters, "but if you wanted to kiss me... you could've just asked"

despite his fluster, he can't get the image of you so close to him with the little treat between your lips and the taste of chocolate on his tongue when you kissed out of his head for the next week

✾ goro majima 🐍

his lips curl in interest when you ask him to play the game with you

you don't know HOW but he somehow already knows what it is, preemptively taking a stick from the box in your hands and putting the end between his teeth

waggles his eyebrows at you and guffaws when you get embarrassed

"aren't you the one who suggested it, babydoll? don't get all shy on me now"

bends down and slings an arm lazily around your shoulders when you take the other end into your mouth

keeps eye contact with you almost the entire time, his good eye gleaming with satisfaction at being this close to you

every turn he takes is a short little bite, determined to draw this out as looong as possible

it's just a good excuse to stay close to you, anyways

the smirk on his lips only grows when your lips are mere centimeters apart, his hand sliding up to gently hold your chin in place

he can tell his proximity is starting to get to you, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and his expensive cologne

but neither of you are the type to back down, returning his barely-there bites with your own

majima's the one to kiss you at the end, his grip on your chin tightening ever so slightly

when he parts, he licks his bottom lip to get the bit of chocolate left there, never resisting a chance to rile you up a bit

"well, wasn't that a treat? hey - how many are left in there, doll? i'm thinkin' i might wanna play a few more rounds"

✾ taiga saejima 🐅

oh boy good LUCK trying to convince this man to play

he has no idea what it is when you suggest it, and after you explain it he's still not really sold

he's not a huge fan of sweets in the first place, plus if he wanted to kiss you he just would do it

he'll grumble and brush you off when you whine and try to convince him

that is, until he catches the puppy eyes you're giving him

well, fuck. how is he supposed to say no to that

he can't even look you in the eyes when he bends his head down to bite the end of the pocky, the corner of his lips twitching when the chocolate starts to melt on his tongue

caresses the back of your head gently as you crane your neck up to look at him

you take your turn first, saejima's eyes trained on the way your lips wrap around the stick

you can feel his hand's grip tighten slightly on the nape of your neck, his jaw tensing

lets out a hiss through his teeth when you look up at him, expecting him to take his turn

everything about you - your eyes trained upwards at him, the pout of your lips, the way your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his reluctance to take his bite

a grumble comes from his chest before he's reaching up with his other hand to snap the stick in two, crashing his mouth onto yours

his kiss is hungry, his hands on your body possessive and firm

when he pulls away, he's shaking his head, an uncharacteristic blush on his usually stoic face

"fuckin' hell, can't focus when ya look at me like that," he grumbles, pulling you to his chest and pressing an apologetic kiss to the top of your head for ruining your little game

✾ shun akiyama 💵

cocks an eyebrow at you when you suggest it, an interested smile pulling at the corner of his lips

"y'know, babe, if you wanted to kiss me, you could just ask"

relents as soon as you pout and say it's more fun this way

leans back in his chair and pats his thigh, his ever-present smug look as he invites you into his lap

is the one to pull the stick from the box in your hands, placing it lazily between his lips like a cigarette

raises his eyebrows expectantly at you as you stammer and splutter, one hand lazily resting on your hip and his other arm across the back of the couch

"c'mon, sweetheart - it's just you n' me, nothing to be embarrassed about"

his smirk grows as you bite down on the other end, an amused laugh rumbling in his chest

uses his hand not on your hip to cup your face, guiding you a little closer to him as he takes his turn to bite

probably winks at you at some point while you're taking a turn just to fluster you even more

teases you by moving his head back when you try to finally lean in and kiss him

he can't help but tease you - he's always thought the way you pout is so, so cute

he finally closes the gap between you two once you've pouted enough, tilting your face up so he can kiss you deeply

his chest swells with affection when you grasp at the lapels of his suit jacket, chuckling as he pulls away just to leave another affectionate peck on the tip of your nose

"have i ever told you how cute you are?"

he has, many times - but he'll tell you again and again, peppering your face with kisses until you're laughing and telling him to stop

✾ akira nishikiyama 🎏

smirks when you walk up to him with the stick in your mouth, already knowing where you were going with this

"alright, you're on"

probably complains that you took the frosted side for yourself

holds you by the hips as he bites down on his end, cocking an eyebrow at you suggestively

he's trying to look you in the eyes, he really is - but he can't take the way off your lips, the way they're so prettily wrapped around the stick making his mind wander

you can tell when nishiki's distracted, and a little idea forms in your head

he's dragged back down to reality when he hears the snap of the pocky breaking between the two of you

he lets out a choked noise of surprise as you pull him down to press your lips to his

his eyes flutter shut as he finally lets himself relax into the kiss

he can taste the remnants of melted chocolate on your lips and your tongue, his brow furrowing slightly as tilts your chin up so he can kiss you deeper

there's a slight smirk on his lips when you pull away, letting out an amused scoff

"you cheated, you little-"

he doesn't even let himself finish the sentence before he's tugging you close by the hips to kiss you again

playfully wraps his arms around your shoulders and keeps you pinned against him, peppering your face with kisses as punishment for your betrayal

doesn't stop until you're both laughing so hard that you're tearing up, nishiki picking you up by the waist and spinning you around

"you're lucky i love you so much, you little minx"

✾ daigo dojima ⚔️

you can practically see the steam come out of daigo's ears when you ask him to play the game with you

he's never really been one for such... cheeky gestures of affection

but if you really want it, he supposes he'll have to oblige despite his embarrassment

it's not like he's unfamiliar with the game, anyways - he's frequented enough cabaret clubs in his white puffer jacket era to see every lovey-dovey little game there is

surprisingly, he takes the initiative to put the pocky in his mouth first, gently pulling you closer by the waist

"well? this is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks through his teeth

a bit of his reluctance is shaved away when he actually sees you bite down on the other end, your proximity intoxicating

it's subtle, but you know him well enough to recognize the gleam of interest in his eyes

plays by the rules, politely waiting for his turn and biting down a respectable amount

that is, until you guys get about three inches apart and he suddenly takes a way larger bite than before, forcing his lips to be a breath's away from yours

he keeps his facial expression neutral as he watches you flounder, caught off-guard by his sudden playfulness

he raises his eyebrows at you expectantly - he's not saying it verbally, but you know he's challenging you

he watches every little twitch of your eyebrows and dart of your eyes with amused intrigue, interested in what you were gonna do next

he's pleasantly surprised when you take the initiative to bite down the rest of the pocky, your soft lips melding against his

he cradles your face in his hands gently, moving his lips slowly against yours

presses your foreheads together when you part, wrapping you up tightly in his arms and swaying you back and forth

"you always manage to surprise me, darling"

✾ ryuji goda 🐲

his brows furrow when you suggest the pocky game to him

"eh? what the hell is that?"

watches you intensely as you explain it - you almost change your mind about asking because he seems so disinterested

once you're done, he laughs out loud, amused greatly by the thought of such a silly little game

like saejima, he doesn't really see the point in doing a little song and dance before kissing, but hell if he'll back away from a challenge

"heh, sounds fuckin' dumb. let's do it"

has one hand tightly on your hip and the other slung around your shoulders as he bites down on the other end of the pocky

he can't help but snicker at the situation, his sharp canines gleaming in the light

you nod, indicating for him to take his turn first

but you're taken by surprise when he just bites off the rest of the pocky, his lips firmly pressed against yours

he laughs at the surprised expression on your face when he pulls away, always endlessly entertained by all the ways he can surprise you

"what's wrong, doll? ya never told me how far i could or couldn't bite"

can't help but ruffle your hair when you pout up at him, laughing gruffly

presses a kiss to each of your cheeks to placate you, satisfaction swelling in his chest when he makes you smile again

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lovelynim · 1 month ago

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TickleTober2024/Day 21 - Singing

ALIEN STAGE - Ivan x Till

Till’s fingers wiggled, continuing to string the chords of his invisible, imaginary guitar. He was focused, enough to see the instrument in his hands and hear each note. Also enough to continue to act as Ivan wasn’t there, peeking at his notes over his shoulder.

This time, however, Till wasn’t just practicing his guitar. Along with the notes that played inside his head, the boy hummed a song, singing quietly the words as if to try to find out which one was going to sound the best. Of course, it would be best to sing it out loud, but how was he supposed to do it with Ivan nearly gluing his face to his?!

“It’s nice,” Ivan muttered, pouting slightly as he tilted his head to look at Till’s face, “I like your singing, Till.”

Despite the attempt of breaking the ice between them, Ivan was answered with nothing but silence. That didn’t stop him, of course, he was already glad he was allowed to be next to Till and hear him practicing his singing. But Ivan still craved that little interaction…

“You should sing a little louder, it’s hard to reach some notes mumbling like this…” Ivan leaned a little closer while making his suggestion, trying to not scare his crush away.

He slowly reached out, almost as if he was about to hug Till from behind, but-

“S-stop it,” Till hissed, already trying to lean away from Ivan, “your breathing is making my ear itchy.”

“I-itchy?” Ivan blinked, confused by the word. Wait, was this that thing that happened when people touched each other? He remembered someone else at the gardens talking about it, but what was it called again? Fickle? Tick?

Ah, whatever, Ivan thought, shaking his head. He needed to figure it out by himself. “Wait, I c-can help you sing higher notes!”

Till narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, curious about what Ivan was talking about, but not wanting to admit it. “You are going to do something wei-AHAH!”

A loud - and, indeed, high-pitched - squeal left Till’s lips when Ivan wrapped his hand around his back and latched his fingers onto his crush’s waist, digging into it gently. “G-gehehet your hahands out of me, you freheheak!”

“B-but I just made your voice go really high! Don’t you want to practice, Till?” Ivan spoke in a hurry, barely containing his own excitement as he continued to tickle Till - even if he wasn’t really understanding what was going on.

Till also wasn’t familiar with this weirdly funny feeling that made him laugh against his well. He could barely process the electric sensation that traveled up his nerves when Ivan drummed his ribs like an instrument. Embarrassed, but loud, laughter soon began to draw attention to them.

Ivan felt his heart racing, beating against his chest like someone trying to break free. Till was smiling. He was making Till smile. He wanted this moment to last fore-

“I-IVAHA- Ivahahan!! S-stohohop it!!”

“O-oh, sorry,” he chirped, noticing how red Till’s cheek suddenly turned and how small tears began to cling to his lashes. “M-maybe we should… stay for the basic singing lessons… hehe…”

“Wha- ahh, whatever!” Till barked, pushing Ivan away from him while gritting his teeth, “j-just don’t- don’t do whatever this was! Ever!!”

A/N: MY BABIES. I'm scared of what is waiting for us in a few days, but I wanted to deliver this before the round 7... just so we can prepare hahah...

#lovelytickletober #tickletober 2024 #tickletober #alien stage #alien stage tickling #ivan #till #ivantill #lee!till #ticklish!till #ler!ivan #tickle fic

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stusbunker · 3 months ago

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Spotless: Tronco

Chapter Thirty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Both bands, staff, and Gibson

Word Count: ~2475

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, rockstars, Emma is a Red Herring don't worry there, uncle-ness and a big decision

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“SAN DIEGO! You’ve been amazing!” Dean professed into the mic, breathing heavily and sweating from effort. “We’re gonna do a couple more for y’all tonight— since you’ve gone and made us feel so welcome. We gotta show that love right back to ya--- Sound good?”

The crowd erupted.

Dean grinned. God, it was so easy up there, so freeing. He looked around to see the pride and amusement shining back at him in his team’s eyes. His family. His band.

Sam smirked and rode a note down his A string.

“Sammy’s ready!” Dean teased, playing to the crowd. “Kev-o?!”

Kevin started on the high notes, tinkling them like fairy bells then crashed down into the basement, thundering into a paralleling rattle.

“Oh, I’d say he’s ready. PAMMY! Let’s hear it, girl!” Dean bellowed, barely remembering to use the mic.

She kicked the bass drum, setting the beat, pulsing as she pushed it faster, the heartbeat of the night.

Lee answered with a wail.

Dean wagged a finger at him comically and gestured back to the kit, as if to say ‘it’s the lady’s turn.’

Lee shrugged and held up his hands.

The crowd ate it all up.

Then the cymbals crashed and Pam arrived, bass still pumping in everyone’s ears, high hat and snare collided and her sticks ricocheted across the set like an avalanche. It was times like this that Dean could have sworn she had more than two arms. Her instincts always bordered on precognition, but when she was left to her own devices, she soared.

“PAMELA! FUCKING! BARNES!” Dean bellowed.

And the audience lost whatever ounce of voice they had left. It was sheer pandemonium.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh, the amount of joyous energy had to go somewhere. She just kept going. “GOD, WOMAN, OKAY! We hear YOU!”

Lee cackled and shook his head at Dean, it was his funeral.

It didn’t matter, up there, they were all invincible.

“Well, I guess she’s ready, Lee? Buddy? Should we join her?”

Lee didn’t say a word, instead he tied a fresh bandana around his head and waited for Dean to start the opening riff for ‘The Sword’ from their second album, then flew above him on an ominous chord.

Pamela dropped the beat, silence rang out for a single moment. On cue they all jumped in place and crashed back into the fan favorite song.

The crowd sang along and Dean couldn’t hear himself a single bit, but he also couldn’t care less. This was it.

This was rock’n’roll.

And he was a fucking star.

They all were.

The hotel in San Diego was fantastic, but staying in one place for too long was dangerous. Fans started clocking them and it wasn’t too far of a drive for Paps to be on the prowl. They kept the tour buses at the venue and got cars back to the hotel after the trip down, it just wasn’t practical to drive around town in those gas guzzlers.

But they had a full week to kill before they were due to take on Vegas.

So they improvised. Sam called ahead and rented a restaurant on the older edge of town, somewhere that wouldn’t draw attention. Someplace normal people went on payday or special occasions, not a random Thursday in March.

Their hostess guided them to a small banquet room with its own private bar, clearly confused on who they were and why they were suddenly closed for a private party. The staff hadn’t gotten much warning, but Dean knew Sam made sure everyone scheduled would be making more in tips than they had averaged since probably the holidays.

That’s the way they did things, they took care of the people who took care of them.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Uh, we’ve still got a dozen or so more people showing up and we’ll need one kids�� menu if you’d be so kind,” Dean explained as he took in the room and the simple layout of round tables of eight.

“Of course, anything else you need right now?” She seemed like a good kid, probably a college student, with bright eyes and long, light brown hair.

“Not at the moment, but I’ll let you know—?”

“Emma.” She smiled, moved the extra menus she was holding, and held out her hand for him to shake.

“Emma, of course. Thanks. I’m Dean. I’m the brother of the idiot paying for this whole thing.”

“Well, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back when the others arrive.”

Dean grinned and turned back to the first carful of folks, which had also held Sam, Donna, Nancy, Bobby and Annie. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, everybody trickled in. Dean tried not to flinch when Victor and you came in together, but Jody and Kevin were so tight on your heels that Dean could tell you were all in a shared conversation. You hadn’t been alone with him on purpose, probably.

Gibson rushed in, hair slicked back and new bracelets from the merch stand proudly thrust out for Dean to comment on.

“Alright buddy! Bad ass! Here, you’re next to me for dinner.”

Dean fist bumped him and pulled out his chair, where the four-pack of crayons and outlined placemat-style menu waited.

“You get any sleep last night?” Dean asked after seeing Pamela drop like a brick into the seat on the other side of Gibson.

“A little,” Gibson said offhandedly as he ripped into his art supplies.

Pamela shook her head. “He had to tell me all about the show— in detail— the entire ride back to the hotel. Then he was hungry.”

“Well, you’ll sleep in tomorrow. Me too, if I’m lucky. Then again I’ve got nothing planned until we head out for Vegas. You guys?”

“Probably get to an aquarium at some point, if nothing else catches his eye,” Pamela said. “No solid plans, except I’m taking a day for myself tomorrow. So if you want to hang with your awesome nephew, call Lee.”

Dean chuckled and went to ruffle Gibson’s hair, but caught himself once he remembered all the product and care put into the ‘do. “I can do that.”

Everyone slowly got situated, taking up three of the tables closest to the bar. Each table had two servers at their disposal, adding to the seamlessness of the process. The food was amazing, Dean couldn’t remember when he last had a steak so well cooked outside of Bobby’s backyard.

Gibson picked at his food, carefully wiping off his hands between each bite so as not to sully his masterpiece.

Dean’s family talked around them, Donna and Benny seemed to be hitting it off across the table, discussing their favorite places to visit in New Orleans. Benny promised to show her where to get the real gumbo and she made him pinky promise not to forget. Bobby, Cesar and Kevin were laughing at the table on Dean’s right, while Annie and Trouble were sneaking pictures of the trio. Probably for blackmail later, Bobby did look a little tipsy after all.

Patience stood behind Lee massaging his scalp, it was unclear if this was a relaxation technique, a haircare discussion, or a potential mindmeld. With the two of them, nothing would surprise Dean anymore. The servers were bringing out a dessert cart and Dean leaned down to whisper to Gibson that he better finish his broccoli pronto.

Which the kid actually did without complaint, though sugar was always a good motivator.

The group grew more casual, standing and playing musical chairs when someone got up to grab drinks, or find the restroom. It was an easy night out with just the bands and their support staff, nights like that would grow further apart the longer the tour went on. After living in each other’s pockets for the next few months, they’d get sick of everyone else’s faces soon enough. But it was still early days and they were all still getting to know one another.

Nancy plopped down on the seat Pamela had vacated without so much as introducing herself to Gibson.

“Hey! Can I color too?”

Gibson didn’t even look up, he only nodded and said, “you gotta find your own paper, though.”

Dean smirked. “Trouble’s probably got a legal pad or something, if you want. Or I’m sure the hostess could grab you a menu too.”

He liked Nancy, there was something innocent about her that made him instantly equal parts protective and endeared. Kinda like when he first met Charlie, though he learned quickly that the redhead was far from innocent, just earnestly nerdy. Speaking of Charlie, Dean quickly glanced around the room, he hadn’t clocked where she was during dinner, he was too involved with his plate.

Nancy didn’t get up, she just pulled a little notepad out of her bag and commandeered the blue crayon that Gibson had set down.

Dean leaned back and continued to take in the room and all the good energy while he looked for his best friend to harass. Eventually he spotted her, chatting up the bartender and decided he was too comfortable to go and mess with her just yet. A swaying blob in the corner caught his eye, and all too late Dean realized the instrumental music playing in the background. It was Pam and Lee getting cozy in their own little world, their song playing over all the comfortable chaos.

Something inside Dean ached.

He didn’t want to come off judgemental, both Lee and Pamela had gotten their share of rants about their relationship from Dean over the years. But he also couldn’t look away. Here were two people so in love, that they found their way back together time and time again. He swallowed when he realized he was tearing up and cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna get some air,” Dean muttered as he left Gibson with Nancy and beelined to the restaurant proper, empty as it was.

He rubbed his face and tried to clear his thoughts. Something had been building inside of him this past week, and even though you still hadn’t given him a finish line, a reasonable hurdle to clear before calling this thing with Bela off, Dean knew he had to end it. It wasn’t helping anymore, in fact, it only seemed to stack more worry onto his plate.

Besides, at the end of the day, he didn’t want to be posting selfies with all the right hashtags with her. He wanted to be having a drink and a laugh with you, or doing literally anything else with you.

He pulled out his phone and dialed before he could guilt himself out of it.

She answered on the third ring.

“Dean, hi! Let me guess, she told you to tell me to shove it?” Bela said breezily.

Confused by the greeting, Dean fumbled. “Uh— no? I’m calling for me.”

“Are you now? And Y/N didn’t tell you I’ve been a bitch and that you shouldn’t play with me anymore.”

“No. But, actually, that is kind of why I’m calling. How do you feel about having an amicable break up?”

Bela hummed. “Are you sure you aren’t just trying to get her out of taking my calls?”

“What?! No. Look, you guys can work out your own shit. I have no idea why she’s ignoring you or if you were actually being a bitch or anything. I just need out. For me.”

There was a menacing patch of silence. “I see.”

“Oh don’t be like that, we’ve had a good run. You’ve even gotten more flashy names on the guest lists for any foreseeable fundraiser between all the suits you charmed and their significant others.”

“That is a good point. But, Dean, this was all about your image. What happens to that if you break my heart?”

“You’ll survive.”

Bela laughed. “Thrive, you mean. I know. But what is worth all the runaround this is gonna cause? Especially while on tour?”

Dean hadn’t thought she’d need a reason. They weren’t invested in one another emotionally. His brain spun its tires trying to come up with something other than the truth.

“Is there somebody else?”

Dean huffed. “Technically, you’d be the somebody else.”

Bela decided it was best to start toying with him. “Now I know it can’t be the drummer and the redhead’s like a sister to you— so that means—”

Dean groaned. “Shut up, like you didn’t already have some sort of idea.”

“Oh, no, Dean, you wear your heart on your sleeve quite nicely. But Y/N on the other hand is much harder to read.”

Dean felt his steak threaten to make a comeback.

“She hasn’t said anything about me?”

“Oh, she’s said plenty. But nothing that tells me anything you want to hear at the moment.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re certainly welcome. See the truth comes out eventually and I think this little nugget of information could settle whatever it is that has Y/N firmly in the avoidance zone.”

Dean felt the icy chill of panic drag down his back. “You can’t tell her— I should be the one— I need to see her face when she hears it— from me.”

Bela tisked. “Dean, I’m not gonna ruin the surprise. I mean the break up. I want to tell her. Hell, I’ll even take the blame if you’d like. But all the sentiments and grand gestures are in your hands. I promise.”

Dean exhaled. “That sounds fair. What am I missing here? Why does this feel too easy?”

Bela hummed with mirth. “Because what we’re doing is easy. But in practice—”

“We’re just giving Trouble more work to do! FUCK!” Dean kicked himself for the late realization. “You sure you’re good to pile this on her, too? Especially while she’s all catty with you?”

“Dean— we’ve been friends since college. We lived together for like two and a half years. Y/N and I have come back from far worse than me calling you a manchild who used her as an errand girl.”

“Ouch!”

“There was the time she ruined my Louboutins on spring break.”

“Not exactly the same thing here.”

“Probably not, but still, we’ll be okay. Just gotta let each other breathe a bit. Plus, we are missing like twenty brunches while you whisk her away all summer.”

“I’m not doing shit— it’s the job.”

“Well, maybe, you should think about the whisking and the wooing, then?”

Dean sighed and turned back toward the banquet hall. “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see if this puts me in the doghouse first.”

“I’ll save you some room on the rug if it comes to that.”

“Thanks, Bela. For everything.”

“You too, Dean. Never contact me again.”

Dean laughed at that. “Deal. Be good.”

He could still hear the smirk in her voice. “Ta-ta!”

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Chapter 33: Stronello

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iliketangerines · 4 months ago

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forced proximity

a/n: bada bing bada boom. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), dubcon, spanking, humping

you kick at the door of the helicopter again, and it barely moves, only creaking slightly and sending a resounding bang through the machine

Quaritch growls at you to stop, tail flicking in annoyance as his large hand encompasses your entire shoulder, and you turn around and glare at him

you only wanted some samples and needed an escort to bring you in and out of the woods, and Quaritch had been first up for grabs

and then the helicopter crashed, and the driver of the aircraft had been able to get out and said he would be back for help and went into the brush with the other driver

one exit was blocked by the large tree crushing its side and the other door had somehow locked or broken in its mechanism, leaving you and Quaritch trapped in the body

you sit down on one of the seats, planting your face into your hands and letting out a long groan, and Quaritch tells you to shut up and that they’ll be back for samples soon

the sound of your oxygen mask hitches, and you whip around and glare at him, growling out that maybe you were just slightly panicked right now

he rolls his eyes at you and walks on over to you, each step echoing in the vehicle and sending a shiver through you

grabbing onto the front of your shirt, he says that he doesn’t care if you’re panicking or not, you need to shut up

his breath fans and fogs up your mask, and you grab onto his wrist with one of your hands and push your mask into his face, bumping the glass against his nose

you say that you’ll do whatever the hell you fucking want and that he’s not your superior so he should shut the fuck up instead

he laughs in your face, pupils dilating at your challenge, and he moves you so fast that your head spins and your hands instinctively reach out to grab at whatever you can

Quaritch sits down on the seats, you pulled over your lap and ass high in the air, and your hands claw at the seat in front of you as you hiss at him, demanding for him to let you know what he was doing and to let you go

ignoring you, he practically rips down your pants, one hand pressing against the small of your back to keep you pinned down and the other high up in the air to spank your ass, sending a resounding crack through the air and forcing a loud yelp from your lips

you struggle in his lap, gasping out in pain and asking him what the fuck does he think he’s doing, and he only replies that he’s making you shut the fuck up

each strike sends pain blazing through your ass, and you howl into the air and claw at the sheets, each smack ringing in your ears and sending your head reeling

however, with each spank and slap against the round of your ass and the back of your plush thighs has your yelps and growls turning into whimpers and whines

you grip onto the seat in front of you, still trying to hold onto your dignity and stay loud, but you can feel the fight slipping away from you the longer he spanks you

soon enough, each smack only draws a quiet whimper from you, and you bury your face into your arms, hiding yourself from him as if it would do you any better

tears drip onto the glass of the mask, and you barely notice that he’s stopped spanking you, his hand rubbing softly over the aching flesh

you let out a small sniffle, trying to stifle a sob, and he purrs at you, saying that you did well and that you’re so quiet now

he slightly spreads your legs, just enough to dip his fingers between your thighs, and he lets out an amused chuckle when his fingers come back wet and covered in your want

your face burns, and you try and hide yourself a little further into your arms

Quaritch lets you, too busy placing the tips of his fingers against his tongue and enjoying the taste of your arousal

his fingers dip down to you again, running through your folds and collecting the arousal on his fingers, and he brings them down a little low to bump against your needy clit

it makes you gasp and your hips rut forward instinctively, trying to chase more of that pleasure, and Quaritch lets out a small laugh at how desperate you are after getting spanked

but he indulges in your need, pressing his fingers against your clit and letting you rut against his fingers like an animal in heat

pleasure hazes in your mind, filling it with a fog, and you feel consumed, not like yourself, as you body moves on its own, trying to chase its high

you moan and gasp as your grind against his fingers, the slick only aiding in the glide as you hump against his fingers, and in the back of your mind you know you look ridiculous right now, but as your orgasm creeps up on you, you can’t seem to care

Quaritch watches as you grind against his fingers, so desperate and needy for a release, and he almost wants to deny you of it, to make you beg for it and to make you cum on his fingers instead

but you had been so good taking his punishment earlier, and he decides to just let you hump his fingers and chase your own pleasure, he’ll have plenty of chances later

your whines and whimpers fill the air, echoing in the vehicle and into Quaritch’s ears, and you let out a gasp of Quaritch’s name as you cum, your sweetness coating his fingers

riding out your high, your breaths even out and your body slouches in exhaustion, skin still humming with the sting of Quaritchs’s hand but now lined with the pleasure of your orgasm

Quaritch lifts his fingers to his hand and tastes your orgasm on his skin, flicking his eyes back down to your boneless body as you lay there exhausted

he picks you up easily with his hands and pulls your pants back up over your ass, and he settles you into his lap

you curl up very much like a cat and into his heat, hands grabbing onto his uniform as your eyes glaze over and your eyelids droops close

when the responders find you, you’ve fallen fast asleep in his arms, and Quaritch stares at them with a piercing glare, daring them to wake you up from your slumber

#tangerine writes #summersinpandora2024 #avatar 2009 #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar smut #avatar x human reader #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #atwow smut #atwow x human reader #atwow x reader #atwow x you #atwow x y/n #quaritch x y/n #quaritch x reader #quaritch smut

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dilutedconfusion · 8 months ago

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A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 5)

Summary: It’s the morning after. Not the kind of morning where you wake up in somebody else’s bed but the kind where you’re wounded and in a cot. Kid is feeling bad. You’re feeling bad. Let’s see how the two of you handle the wretched ‘what happened last night’ conversation.

Warnings: Mentions of blood & broken bones

Word Count: a blasphemous 9k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Tags: @st4rfevrr @archangelshavethetardis @likeeliterallywtf @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @tulipps-maehem @thesnailus @shamblespirate @gabi-moureira @ferretsqueen

A kaleidoscope of colors took up your worldview.

Swirling in an endless grace of sweet blues, deep rich greens, and soft mellow browns. None of them were very recognizable shape-wise. Each was holding something akin to maybe a building floating on its axis or a flower harshly bent at the stem. Either way, you didn’t care.

Eyes heavy with every tear you had ever cried in your lifetime somehow pressed against your pupil. The world cast ripples in your vision until they slowly turned into something more recognizable. Something that felt like home.

Or at least a very small portion of it.

“Just stay here. Don’t make a sound no matter what you hear okay?”

Your Dad's voice floated towards you warm and reassuringly like it always was. Soft eyes followed by his large hand reaching out to hold yours. Your round eyes blinked trying to see him. See him past the water ripples clouding your vision. You felt a warm liquid slide softly down your cheeks before the rippling water gave way.

“Pumpkin, it's okay. We’ve practiced this, remember? Nothing to be worried about, I'll come get you when it’s over.”

You were somewhere mostly dark. The walls were tight and small around you. Your father bent down on one knee, looking into the small wooden cave you reside in. A bright light behind him filtered through his hair softly. Looking down you felt his big hand tighten around your rather small one. Small and soft like it was new to the world. You squeezed his hand back with what little strength you had, urging him not to leave you alone again for just this once.

“D-Dad don’t leave me.” With each word that slipped past your tongue, it sputtered out messily. Your voice was high-pitched and whiny. Desperately wanting to just claw onto the man in front of you so he wouldn’t have the chance to leave. But you also supposed that he was holding onto your hand so tight so that you couldn’t move. So you couldn’t fight to stay with him.

“Baby we’ve been through this I can’t-” a loud rousing of yells erupted from nearby. The piercing sounds of gunfire broke any sense of peace. Each shattering echo made you flinch violently with every draw. Your father turned his head off to the left, eyes trained carefully at something in the room before he looked back at you. All that reassuring love once smeared on his face was gone. Instead that dreaded worry had replaced it.

He let go of your hand quickly. Bringing his hand closer to his torso so you didn’t have a chance to grip him. “I need to go. Stay here. Be silent. Don’t come out unless you hear our secret knock.”

You barely even heard him when he spoke. Barely even processed anything that was happening. All you could hear was your heartbeat twitching in your ears and the sounds of yelling outside.

It made a lump form in your throat. Lunging to either wail or scream or do something. To just do anything but you remained silent. That look in your father's eyes wouldn’t allow anything but silence and you knew that.

So he quickly grabbed something off the wall, using it to close the gap between you and the rest of the world. Between you and him.

Darkness slowly seeped into your space until nothing but a slit of light was fluttering through. Your Dads face peeking in one last time.“I love you Y/N.” He whispered, his voice soft and delicate against your ears like a stray feather floating in the wind.

But before you could even manage to speak he shut the door completely. Leaving you alone with the silence and the screams once again.

__________

Unlike all your other dreams this one didn’t cause you to wake up in a panic. Covered in sweat, your eyes groggily peeled themselves open. Met with just an average wooden ceiling in your view.

Your head was light as if it was full of helium. The corners of your vision were covered in a soft vignette just daring you to fall back asleep. Daring you to slip back into the comfortable numbness. To go back into the hiding place you had so long ago.

That is until you felt a sharp pain erupt in your chest when you breathed in a little too deep. In a rush, you tried to sit up. Contracting your muscles as always but instead of a smooth arising, a sharp pain stabbed at the center of your chest. A yelp escaped your lips and your back immediately stiffened against the cot once more. Jaw clenched in pain as you felt the raw flesh of your throat and lungs. It was like a cat had crawled inside you and scratched down your throat making you regret having made a single noise.

With your head propped up on a thin pillow, you manage to crane your neck to look at the rest of the room.

Am I in a med bay?

It was a small space and there was only one other cot on the other side of the room. The walls only held a whiteboard with some kind of tally marks and a covered window. A couple of counters and cabinets lined tightly right next to you. A mess of what looked like gauze, bandages, and tubs of what you supposed were ointment splayed out. Other than that you were left wishing for more discernible features about where in the hell you are.

Someone had been in here. Someone helped me. Where the hell are they now and what happened?

Being weak and vulnerable in a place you didn’t recognize wasn’t your ideal wake-up situation. But you also supposed whoever brought you here had helped you out. However, that didn’t make the sense of unease in your gut settle down much.

Fingers and palms splaying against the canvas of the cot you tried to ease yourself up yet again. Going at it a bit slower this time yet the second you applied some pressure you hissed in pain. Your hands stinging like sharp needles were tracing each fine line.

Taking your hands off the cot in a swift motion you stared at them now hovering gently above your face. They were both laced tightly with soft yet slightly scratchy bandages. An inkblot test of what you could only assume was blood seeping through parts of them.

I got injured on my literal fucking hands. My stupid hands of all places. What the hell did I do? Fight a raccoon or something?

Rolling your eyes you decided to trace your body for injuries before you tried to sit up again. Hands tracing over your shirt as you looked down at your body.

Wait a minute. Your hands paused, picking up the fabric of your shirt and lifting it closer to your face. This is not my shirt.

Eyes widening to panic you quickly let go of your shirt and felt down your hips to meet the hem of your pants. And these are not my pants.

You were in what seemed to be some spare clothes. Your underwear was still gratefully intact but the rest was just a pair of loose pants and a T-shirt one size too small.

Mouth agape and staring at the ceiling a warm wave of embarrassment washed over you. The apples of your cheeks and the nausea in your gut only getting worse.

Rubbing your hands over your face you tried to hold back any and all complaints. Your voice was fried and no matter how much you wanted to kick yourself and cry about it you just couldn’t.

As you shifted on the cot your hair hit the side of your face. A strong scent that you instantly noticed was the sea lapping at your nose. Your nose scrunched up as you paused your pity fest to sniff at it more tentatively. Not only did your hair smell like seawater, but so did your skin itself. Like you’d been sleeping in a bed of seaweed all night and hadn’t noticed.

Did I go for a swim or something? Gosh did I drown? Even thinking that made you swallow hard. Shame and dread at the fact that you might've done something unwise yet again. But drowning.

The undertones of that world sunk and swallowed your gut hole. Leaving you breathless in the worst of ways as a downpour of shame filled the dips and hills of your mind.

I remember being cold last night. I remember going to that bar. I remember walking home but then I must’ve done something. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Avoiding the imminent doom looming around you, you slipped your hand under your shirt. Immediately feeling the same tight bandage on your side and the center of your chest.

Great so I either have one or two broken bones. You softly rubbed the bandage on your side. Feeling the stark marks of what felt like torn flesh underneath. It wasn’t aching that badly but you knew if you tried to get up again it would.

Bracing yourself for the waves of pain pinching at your flesh you sat up finally. Eyeing the door across the room with small tears pricking your eyes. Your legs surprisingly didn’t hurt at all. They felt tired and worn out as you slung them over the edge of the cot. Yet when you stood up not a shot of pain erupted from anywhere.

Well, that’s good. Just upper body stuff then. You thought, holding onto the cot to try and find your balance. You could feel your body heaving a bit. Which finally let you take notice of the slight sway your body held. However, you couldn’t tell if it was just you being uneasy or the rest of the room swaying along with you.

This…feels familiar. A wave of nostalgia washed over you. Something so distant in your memory yet so raw with emotion. Looking at the window across the room a thought came to mind.

Am I on a boat?

It was a porthole with a blind shut over it. You were almost a bit afraid to go to that window. To open that stupid shade blocking out the warm light of day just to see something maybe you didn’t want to see.

No no no…I’m not on a boat. Why would I be on a boat? This person just likes porthole windows. Weird decorative choice but I’m not one to judge.

Your body crept towards it. A funny yet scared-looking smile tugging at the corners of your lips. If you didn’t see land on the other side of the window something in you was going to snap.

If I just see nothing but ocean on the other side of that window and not even a speck of island then…

You pinched the blind between your pointer and thumb. Lightly tugging on it until it naturally sprung upwards. A wave of light hitting your eyes as you licked your dry lips nervously.

Oh, thank the fucking lord. The docks of your home island were off to your left. The village was out of your line of sight but there was no mistaking the woods and shoreline you’d come to know as home.

Yet this sense of relief didn’t last long. The swaying of your body wasn’t all you then. Nearly pressing your nose to the glass you saw the soft churn of waves hit the hull below you.

So I’m on someone’s boat. A big boat clearly. A stranger's boat. You couldn’t see anything to identify whose boat you were on from this point of view. The window wasn’t the kind that opened so you were stuck just knowing the bare minimum of your situation.

I haven’t been on a ship in…

A growing wave of nausea hit your stomach again. Pitching forward as an unreasonable wave of panic stretches across you.

Walking staggerly to the door you reached out to open it. Giving only a moment's notice to listen quietly for any sound on the other side before quietly turning the knob and peering out.

It was a hallway that stretched out to your left and right. Even if you hadn’t seen the ocean on the other side of that window you still would’ve been able to tell this was a boat from the hallway.

The slightly lower ceilings, the wood paneling making every surface, the lanterns hung up periodically, and the few dozen scratches or patched-up holes from fights. It was tight and it smelled of the sea through faint drafts.

It's as if it had been ripped straight out of your childhood. Taunting you in an eerie reminder of what you were and somehow still suffocating as always.

I have to get out of here.

Without a thought you headed towards your left, closing the med bay door softly behind you. You needed to find a way onto the main deck and though you didn’t know your way around all you needed to find was a set of stairs.

If I’m on the lower side of the hull I gotta be at least one level down. Maybe one or two sets of stairs and I’m out of here.

With panic lacing your heels you noticed an open section of wall lining your right. You hurried towards it as fast as your weak body could manage before turning to see a beloved stairwell leading up. With bated breath, you started to climb it. Your side and chest aching from each little movement. The stairs creaking in some spots which only built upon the nerves ailing you.

When you finally breached onto the upper level you found nothing but another hallway to scour. Though you noticed this hallway was lined with windows unlike the last. Like a projector slide flashing between images, you saw those same windows filled with nothing but the sky and sea. Blurry silhouettes of men much taller than you walking past. Their rough visages and kind smiles just after visions in the blinding light. You blinked in a rush, rubbing over the space of your eyes and fumbling along the hallway.

It was like all the blood had been drained from your body. Weak and lightheaded you swayed with each step. Daring to pass out as another strong wave of nausea wrestled with your gut. It swelled into a deep ache that had you nearly hunched over. Grabbing your stomach tightly and using the wall for support as you shuffled along.

You couldn’t tell why this was happening. Well, you had a good guess but this sudden enveloping feeling constricting your throat was one you’ve had before. Another set of flash card images blurring your vision in memory of your father's much younger face, kneeled to look at you. Looking down the hallway you saw a door at its end. A bright light seeped through the slits and cast warm dusty rays across the floor.

I just need some fresh air. Some fresh air will fix this. I’ll be fine.

Yet this excruciating hallway seemed to be getting tighter and tighter with each step. You watched as the wall groaned as it crept closer toward your hobbled figure. Breath gasping in succession as fear arrogates your veins.

I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. This thought was a sledgehammer driving into the front of your brain. Forcing you closer and closer to the door until that 30 feet became one and you were a step away from some sense of freedom. With a sweat-covered brow and a shaky hand, you pushed the door open with a loud creak.

Like a flash bomb, the sun hit your face and you could breathe once more.

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Kid hadn’t woken up feeling fresh and relieved. He hadn’t woken up with his body feeling in the best shape it's ever been. No aching, no crawling nerve pain, no head thumping like a toddler slapping the shit out of a drum. If he would just lie to himself a little then all of that could be true.

The fact that he had gotten around maybe 5 hours of sleep because he had to stay up in the med bay getting all his bandages replaced wasn’t real. The fact that Killer had to wake up Hip, the only semi-medic on their ship, to clean his stitches wasn’t real. The fact that instead of the screaming fight Kid was expecting from Killer, he was met with silence. Silence that spoke a thousand words of disappointment and shame. Leaving Kid wishing they would’ve just punched it out like they always did.

But what Kid didn’t want to think was real. The thing that absolutely could not be real under any circumstances was the fact that he had brought a girl home. Not the kind of girl wanting cheap sex and some fake affection for just one night. Now that would’ve been normal. If anything maybe that's what he needed on his little break.

Yet instead of a girl dressed in lust, it was the kind that he was forced to stare at for an hour on the other side of the room. The kind that had burned into his retinas so he could see his mistake even when he closed his eyes. A big human-sized mistake just laying there like a corpse daring him to think she was real.

Because the second he reached his ship with you in tow he was hit over the head with a reality anvil. One that broke through the layer of alcohol, delusion, and sadness wrapped around his skull.

They didn’t know whether to treat their captain or the barely alive girl first. Why waste medical supplies on a stranger? So when he had watched Hip look her over he had barely paid attention to her words. Asking him what had happened and why he had brought her back. Though when Kid was finally excused, his body two steps away from slamming against the ground, he gave the fake girl one last look. Hips back to him as her hands traced over the figment of his imagination to check if she was even alive. She had been breathing softly the whole time Kid was forced to get fixed up but she was still dead asleep.

A part of him hoped she wouldn't wake up just so he wouldn’t have to deal with it in the morning.

But of course, morning had come to Kids begrudging dismay. Tossing around in sheets that now reeked of the sea because he hadn’t bothered to take a shower. He smelled, looked, and felt horrible.

I’d rather get beat by a bat than deal with this.

So little to say he started his day in a slump. The late morning did little to motivate him as he washed himself clean and then went to the kitchen to down a jug's worth of water. Dribbles of it spilled down his chin and onto the black tank top he wore. The loose swaying of shorts at his hips and the soft meandering steps of some flip flops gracing the halls.

Thankfully everyone else on the crew had started the day off by going into town to get the shopping done and over with. Kid could nearly see the stacked-up crates lining the dock outside in his near future. Yet he knew if he tried to help he’d get shooed away like some sort of child.

If they want me to be lazy I’ll be fucking lazy. I’m tired of trying.

With black coffee steaming gently out of the cup in his hand he sat down at one of the many tables in the mess hall. Trying to avoid the still very apparent problem that was probably still dead asleep just a floor below him.

He didn’t know what to make of last night. To him, it almost seemed like he was an entirely different person. One that wanted to wallow instead of rise to the challenge. One that wanted to give up instead of fight. One that wanted to save some girl because he could.

What the fuck is wrong with me? He rubbed over his face and brushed back his still slightly damp hair. No goggles to hold it up so it hung a tad bit looser around his face.

I saved one stranger and for what? For her to wake up and give me her thanks? I don’t give a shit about her. I don’t even know that bitches name.

There was no weaseling his way out of knowing why he had saved you. His choice to do it was entirely emotions-based instead of logic. There was no gain, no plan, no need for him to do anything when you fell into the sea.

I just...I just...Kid could barely think the words into existence let alone say it out loud. It’s one of the many reasons Killer had gone silent last night. Because no matter how many times he asked Kid why he did it, Kid couldn’t find an answer.

Kid’s thoughts were interrupted by the soft thudding of shoes walking down the hall. His body naturally froze as he heard the all too familiar footstep pattern of his first mate.

Why isn’t he out there with the rest of the crew? Shouldn’t he have left?

A sky blue and cream-colored mask came into sight as Killer rounded through the doorway. Taking a second to look Kid over but otherwise disregarding him as he turned sharply towards the open doorway of the kitchen. Not a single word leaving his lips.

Great. Now he's going to give me the cold shoulder then huh?

“So what? You’re just not going to talk to me?” Kid questioned demeaningly, a lick of vulnerability swirling underneath the thin surface of his tone.

Killer slowed to a stop, turning his head to gander once more at the redhead's large body filling up a small portion of the mess hall. “No. I just wanted coffee.” His voice was smooth and simple but Kid could still hear the underlying sarcasm he was barely holding back.

Kid clicked his tongue softly. Hardballing Killer as if he had said the most idiotic thing in the world. “So you decided to stay on the boat for some coffee? Shouldn’t you be out there? You’re the one in charge of the restock anyways.”

Killer’s voice punched out a little more than before. As if he was just now fully waking up. “I am but I thought you’d need me here. Can’t leave you alone with our little...problem.”

Is he tired? This thought floated in and out of Kids' brain immediately. Killer was always an early bird compared to him. But he knew if he could see past that mask of his, he might see the unusual purple hue sagging below Killer's eyes.

“I can handle it just fine. I’m going to give it a bit. Drink my goddamn coffee and then go down there and throw our problem out. Simple.” Kid’s voice didn’t sound as resolute as he hoped it would. He didn’t have a plan on how to handle this. He barely wanted to speak to the woman let alone throw her overboard, especially with all the injuries she held.

Injuries and death that me and my crew saved her from. Kid swiped his fingers over his eyes. Rubbing them to let the darkness behind his eyelids swirl.

Killer let out a low grumble and scratched the back of his head. Tufts of blonde hair getting frizzy as his voice became even more fatigued. “Is that right? Well, I think you’ll need me. If only to make sure you two don’t argue and she hopefully just leaves.”

Kid just stared blankly at Killer. Using the small amount of brain power he had left to look him over. He is tired. He only stayed up for an hour to watch me when I was getting patched up. Why the hell does he sound like that?

“Whatever. You don't think I can handle one girl so don’t fucking give me that.” Kid picked up his coffee mug. Taking a slow sip as he tentatively eyed his first mate.

Killer paused before he spoke. Chewing his lips a bit and turning back towards the kitchen doorway. Walking over to it and still talking to Kid despite the distance. “You can handle one girl but I don’t think you can handle one girl that you saved. She’s going to ask questions about what happened and why you did it. I’m going to be there to give answers when you inevitably fuck up and don’t say anything.”

Kids' eyes widened at that. A rush of embarrassment and a bit of anger rose to his cheeks. Taking another quick gulp of his coffee before cocking his head to the side. “You don’t know what I’m going to do. She doesn’t deserve any fucking answers so what does it matter anyways? You don’t have to be her shrink and tell her it's going to be alright.”

Killer's body slipped past the doorway and out of Kid's sight. Letting him only faintly listen to the sounds of him grabbing a mug and picking up the coffee jug. “Well if she was persistent about speaking to us last night then I doubt she won’t be this morning. You’re giving a psychotic fangirl a chance at being on our ship. Better yet the guy she wanted to talk to saved her. She’s going to ask questions. Questions I know you don’t want to answer.”

Killer spoke just loud enough for Kid to hear him. Kids face contorting more and more into pure and utter annoyance at the obvious facts that Killer was spilling. “She’s not a fangirl. We don’t have fans Killer were fucking pirates for Christ's sake.” Kid protested, his voice barely audible to Killer's ears.

“Yes, she is. She followed us last night. I know she messed with you or whatever. But love can often get mistaken for hatred. She probably just lied to herself for an excuse to be around us.”

Kid's eyes nearly popped out of his skull hearing that. The grip against his mug becoming firmer and firmer as he watched Killer stride back into sight. Now holding a steaming cup of coffee and heading over towards him.

“Don’t fucking say that to me.” That was all Kid could manage. If he said anything more than that a blood vessel might pop and he’d be left with the bloodshot eyes of an insane man.

Love can get mistaken for hatred? What the fuck is Killer on right now?

Killer eased down into the chair across from Kid. His mug thudding softly against the wooden table and a low grunt of discomfort rolling off his tongue.“What? Don’t you think that girl was flirting with you? I thought about it last night and it seemed weird. Like she had some sort of other agenda about why she was talking to you besides the whole ‘her being worried about you pillaging the town’ or whatever.”

As Killer settled in with his hand holding up his head by the soft fur of his chin, Kid was tensing up. His jaw stretched and snapped tight like he had to pry it open with a crowbar before speaking. His cheeks turning that uncharacteristically shy shade of red. “I don’t know why the fuck you’re telling me this. She can have whatever agenda she wants. I just don’t ever want to deal with her or see her ever again.”

Killer couldn’t help but find Kid's reaction a bit amusing even if it was surprising. Kid wasn’t one for affection and Killer knew that. That’s why seeing Kid turn red at the thought of this girl's supposed crush was extra funny. So much so that he couldn’t help but make it a little worse. “Then why are you getting red in the face? You’ve had girls swoon over you before. Is it just the fact that this one might want to get into your pants that bothers you?”

“Killer I’m going to reach over this table and rip your head off if you keep this up.”

Killer's tired demeanor became much more mischievous. A wry smile tugged at his lips and he leaned forward to speak in a sarcastic yet smooth and romantic way. “I bet it was amazing for her last night though. A big strong man comes to save her just at the right time-”

“Kil I swear to god-”

“Both of you were drenched and grasping onto one another. Looking into each other's eyes and whispering sweet nothings in the moonlight-”

“Killer shut the fuck up-”

“That girl was probably so turned on she was rubbing her thighs together. Wishing you’d just take her-”

“KILLER!” Killer got fully cut off when Kid lunged at him. Standing up and taking his first mate by the collar to tug him forward. Nearly knocking over his coffee in the process as Kid snarled at him.

Killer could barely hold back a laugh. Smiling wildly underneath his mask he softly patted Kid's arm to ease him off him. “Ah okay okay sorry. Couldn’t help myself. It’s payback for last night anyways.”

Kid's hand slowly loosened up. His cheeks burned a bright fiery red as he sat back down in his seat. Steam nearly puffed out of his nose as he took a deep breath. “Yeah? Well, it's a stupid fucking way to get your payback. It wasn’t like that. Quit making me out to be some kind of hero, asshole.”

Killer eyed his captain in a attentive yet loving way. He loved whenever he got a chance to get under his skin like this.

And maybe this does make up for last night. We don’t have to focus on our fight. Just the girl.

“Well, I’m not letting it go. You saved some girl and brought her home. That’s hero behavior for sure.” Kid looked at Killer dead on, his face going slack with annoyance again. It made Killer pause for a moment feeling just a tad bit guilty, “But maybe it wasn’t romantic at all for her. Forget all that shit I said about love or whatever. I was just spitballing ideas anyway.”

“Well, I could tell. Saying that shit like you had any idea what you were talking about.” Kid rolled his eyes and finished off the last of his coffee. Letting the smooth and bitter liquid roll down into his stomach to gain an ounce of motivation for the day ahead.

Killer took a smooth sip of his coffee through the little bendy straw he brought along. Just nodding his head like he agreed though he was still pretty sure something more was going on with you.

Or maybe all that blushing means something more is going on with Kid.

A sudden loud noise erupted down the hall. It sounded close but at the same time echoed through the small enclosure and into the ears of the two men sitting idly together. Kid's body perked up, looking over at the doorway out into the hall expectantly.

“Is there anyone else on the ship right now?” Kid mumbled, looking over at Killer who had put his mug down almost instantly. Staring at the doorway more hesitantly than Kid.

“No. Just us. Everyone already left. I made sure of it.” They both looked over at each other. Their shared brain cells functioned at a slower rate before they both came to the same conclusion.

“It’s the girl.” Kid whispered, Killer's head nodded in agreement as they both started to stand up and head out into the hall. Kids empty mug and Killers half full one long forgotten as they walked towards the source of the sound.

“Goddamn, I was hoping she’d just stay asleep.” Kid mumbled to himself more than anything. Picking up the pace a bit as two sets of heels rampantly thudded against the wood below.

“I think it came from on deck.” Killer's voice was quiet. Mimicking the hesitation Kid's voice held. If they thought about it enough, they should be making their presence known. Yelling so she didn’t think she could run off with one of their possessions if that's what she wanted. But if they didn’t make their presence known, then maybe they wouldn’t have to deal with her. She could slink away on he own accord without talking to them.

It was a juxtaposition between hesitation and necessity as they reached a door. Pushing it open and stepping out together to scan the deck. A chill ran down Kid's spine as he felt the brisk wind hit his bare legs. Within an instant, he saw you but of course, you had a habit of surprising him at this point.

“Shit.” You mumbled under your breath. Panting softly as you clenched tightly onto the banister of the stairs leading down to the lowest part of the deck. Your face was a shade paler than usual. The blood ran cold inside of you as you desperately tried to pretend you hadn’t slipped on the stairs not a minute ago.

“H-Hey guys. What’s up?” Kid could instantly tell by your voice that you were hanging on by a thread.

Well, I think anyone with eyes could tell she’s a fucking mess.

“What are you doing?” Left Kid's lips before he could even really contemplate what was happening. Walking closer to the upper edge of the stairs to look down at you. Killer in tow with his hands crossed over his wide chest.

You looked between the two large men like you had done the first time you met them. The blondie is still quiet and reserved. The redhead, or Kid you supposed, is demeaning and talkative.

They’re already tall enough. They didn’t have to take the high ground for Christ's sake.

“Nothing.” Kids' eyebrows of course rose at that. Leaving you stuttering to come up with something that didn’t sound stupid. “I mean not nothing but definitely something. I don’t know.” Your body swayed a bit as you gripped the banister even tighter. You’re fingertips turned a shade whiter as you swallowed down what felt like oncoming nausea.

Did they kidnap me? Is that the only reason why they decided to patch me up was to sell me off? I can’t just tell them I’m leaving if that's the case.

“Well, you falling on the stairs doesn’t seem like nothing.” When the blondie spoke it partly startled you, it was the first time you heard his voice. It was similar to Kids as if they were from the same area. But it was slightly higher and more raspy in tone. It almost made you forget what the man had even said. A blush rose to your cheeks as you shook your head defensively.

“Well, I’d like to see you try to walk down some stairs with wounds and nausea asshole.” That slipped past your tongue before you could even reel it back in. Still holding on for dear life as the panic seemingly never wanted to settle in your veins. “I feel like I got gutted. What the hell happened to me?”

Killer didn’t mind being called an asshole, he's been called much worse. But watching you spit that out with such a raw look of utter exhaustion and frustration on your face was a bit much. You seemed to be falling apart right in front of him for some reason.

Was she hurt that bad?

“What the fuck is with you? Are you about to keel over right now?” Kid took Killer's thoughts right out of his mind. The girl had barely walked that far from the med bay but she seemed to be sweating and breathing heavily like she had run a mile.

You frowned at the two men, taking a deep and shaky breath before you spoke. “I don’t like it on this ship. I want off and I want to know what happened.”

Whilst Kid's eyebrows furrowed, Killers raised. Confusion struck both of them at the mere fact that you didn’t seem to remember the events of last night. “So you don’t remember?” Killer asked calmly, taking a hesitant step down the stairs towards you. You’re shaky pupils locking onto him in fear.

“No, I don't remember. I don’t remember anything past…the walk home I think. What the fuck did you people do? Beat me and dunk me in water?”

The instant you said that Kids' anger rose from about an average 5 to an 8 out of 10. His one good hand clenched into a white line of knuckles as he stepped down the stairs in a stomping motion towards you. “We didn’t fucking beat you dumbass! We helped you. If I wanted to beat you I’d do a much better job than the fucking ocean did.”

The second Kid started stomping down the stairs towards you, you turned around. Finishing off the last couple of steps with trembling knees and scurrying out into the middle of the deck a good distance away from him. “Stay the fuck away from me!” You yelled putting your hands up defensively even though you felt like a pile of Play-Doh.

Kid paused when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Clicking his tongue and watching you with predator-like precision. “That’s not a nice way to say thank you.”

If your frown couldn’t get any deeper then somehow it found a way. Your throat tightening up like his huge fist was somehow already around you. “What do you mean the ocean? I..drowned didn’t I?” You ignored his other comments. This man didn’t deserve a thank you until you knew what had happened.

“Yes, you fucking did brat. Your fatass fell into the ocean. You ended up here with a fresh set of bandages.”

You barely even registered the insults he was throwing your way. Just swallowing hard as he called you a fatass before wearily speaking once more.“But…how…how did I end up falling into the ocean?” Your voice became a hint softer, frustration bleeding into sadness and maybe even regret.

“Because you’re an idiot that's why. You thought the jetty was a walkway and got swallowed up. It's all your fault so don’t blame me.”

Kids' harsh words hit you hard. Eyes daring to prick with tears as you took a minute to just settle into what you had learned. A weak and bandaged hand raked through your hair as you stared at the ground below you. “Shit.”

The two men just watched you work through it. Both of them having a hard time trying to understand why the hell you seemed so sad about it.

What the hell is wrong with this girl?

“Quit being a brat and dwelling in it. You survived and because you survived you get the honor of personally walking off my ship all by yourself like a big girl.” No matter how hard Kid tried he couldn’t strain himself to be any more reassuring than that. It's not like he wanted to be reassuring but you seemed to be an absolute mess in need of a push. A push off his ship that is.

And though Kid was taking a more aggressive approach Killer couldn’t help but notice the turmoil you were in. Walking past Kid and slowly approaching you with as much benign energy as he could. “Are you okay?”

You looked horrible. Face still a shade paler and your eyes glossed over somewhat. The clothes they had given you stuck to your skin with sweat. Your body swayed even more as if you were caught in a much stronger current than the one currently rocking at the boat.

His voice barely reached your ears. Those same memories, visions, and blood-curdling screams drowning you out. The warm fire on your skin. The ice-cold water in your blood. You tried not to pay attention to it. Eyelashes fluttered closed as you rubbed over your eyes. The darkness did little to help you as you stumbled backward.

Something took hold of Kid's heels as he walked closer to you. Stepping past Killer to land just a few feet in front of you. His chin tilted down to leer at you though his eyes couldn’t help but wander. Trying to pierce through the strange weak form of a woman you had become.

“What’s wrong? You’re fine. It can’t hurt that bad if you’re walking.” He spoke, his voice a bit quieter yet still just as harsh.

What the hell is she doing? Faking this shit for sympathy? Nothing bad is happening.

Hearing Kids' deep voice so close startled you out of your stupor. Your shoulders twitching as you finally slip your hands off your face to look up at him.

Kids eyes widened seeing wet crystal-like tears on the ridges of your eyes. Mouth going slightly agape and eyebrows raising in what you assumed was disgust.

“I’m fine. I can handle the pain. Just get me off this ship.”

Kid was confused to say the least.

Is she crying because she got hurt or because…she doesn’t want to be near me? Because she wishes it wasn’t me that saved her? For some reason that thought made his mind blare red. You’re once helpless figure now cast in something weak and greedy in his mind. A leech on the stray strands of his kindness that he felt like plucking and squishing to death between his fingers.

“Are a few screws loose up there or something? Why the hell are you crying? I let you on my ship that you were drooling over. I used my supplies to bandage you up. I gave you my precious and invaluable attention for more than a few minutes. I even risked my life to save your ass. You should be fucking thankful not crying.”

Killer's mask glided between the two of you. Your face scrunched up in confusion as your lips parted to speak. But before you could utter a single word he piped up. “Kid, what are you doing? I told you I could handle this.” Both you and Kid looked over at him like you had forgotten he was even there. A deep scowl turning more rich with wrath as Kid eyed Killer.

“I’m doing what I fucking want to. I told you I didn’t need your help.” Kid stormed closer, forehead laced with lines as he kept breaching the gap between you and him.

You couldn’t help but look at Kid with even more confusion. Phasing past his words speaking of your ungrateful self to focus on one part that didn’t quite make sense. “Wait did you just say you...saved me? Were you the one that found me?” Wiping your tears with the back of your hand in a quick motion you took a tiny step closer to the man. Not at all afraid of that look of wrath he seemed to be fostering in his eyes.

It was Kid's turn to feel a spike of panic as his cheeks daringly went a shade red. “N-No I didn’t save you! You’re a fucking idiot to assume I’d save someone as worthless as you. I would let you drown without a thought so don’t get me wrong and quit avoiding the question. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Despite the obvious turmoil you were feeling, another round of anger splashed into the cesspool of your mind. “Nothing is wrong with me! I’m fine. I just don’t like being on ships. I need to get the fuck off this thing like right now.” You looked away from Kid, shuffling towards the nearest banister parallel to the dock.

With one brutal step Kid bounded towards you once again. Spit flying past his red-painted lips as he spoke. “What do you mean you don’t like being on ships? Are you seasick or something? My boat is barely swaying ya baby.”

“It’s not sea sickness. I just don’t like it okay? Can you quit asking me why and just help me?” You kept just trying to walk away from Kid. Eyes scanning the deck trying to figure out where they kept that plank to walk down on.

Kid paused as he watched you. Your short fluffy head whisked in the wind as you helplessly looked around for a way off.

Is this girl always a helpless little puppy?

“Well, I’m not helping you until you thank me. So get off this boat yourself or fucking fall off I don’t care.”

“Kid don’t you want her gone?” Killer whispered huskily. Of course, it caught your ears though. Turning your head briskly to look between the two men as they exchanged sideways glances.

“What I want is a thank you from her but she’s too much of a brat to cough it up.” Kid laid it on real thick as he spoke. Taking the time to pronounce brat harshly as if his tongue was dripping with venom.

You swiveled your head back towards Kids. Sharp teeth coming into sight as you snarled at him. “Can you stop patronizing me? Quit acting like you're the better person here or that I owe you anything.”

“You do owe me something! A goddamn thank you and maybe an apology while you’re at it. Do you think you deserve to be on my ship? Do you think I wanted to deal with you? I’ve been putting up with you the moment I came ashore instead of fucking relaxing like I was supposed to!”

“How is that my fault?! You never had to talk to me at the bar. You never had to save me or whatever you and your crew did. I was just there doing what I wanted to and you made it your problem. So boo-hoo bitch you fucked up your vacation!” You flung your arms in the air and brashly pointed at him. Quickly turning around and stomping towards the banister in a rush. You gripped its wooden edge, leaning down to look at the fear-inducing height between you and the dock.

Kid couldn't believe what he had heard. Well, he could believe the name-calling and the crass tone in your voice. And though those things made him want to boil over it also made him want to disappear. You were right. He did inherently inject himself into all of your problems. He put himself into the line of fire that was you. And though he knew this deep down it wasn’t going to stop him from telling himself that it was a lie. That you were the villain plotting nefarious plans to make his life a living hell. That the moment you were finally gone maybe things would start going his way. Even so, he didn’t exactly understand why he wasn’t just escorting you off his ship if that was the case.

My life would be easier with her gone. So why do I need this? Why am I keeping her here? She means nothing to me.

That thought crossed his mind just to turn his cheeks red. His knuckles were white as he wiped off the small layer of sweat across his brow. He could feel his stump twitching with a pulse. The new bandages doing little to hide the fiery sensation pinching at his nerves.

That’s it. I’m ripping her fucking head off. He watched you with keen eyes. Not willing to speak in case he let something slip that was beyond him. Beyond what he was willing to admit.

Killer cautiously stepped closer to Kid with pleading yet gentle steps. “Hey, I can handle this. Go inside. She’s being a bitch I realize but you're in no shape to-”

“To do what? Kill this bitch? Let me handle it Kil. She’s my problem.” Kid roared, your head jerking backward to watch the two men. With yet another string of panicked actions, you tried to sling your foot over the banister. A ripping pain snapping through you as it pinched the injury on your side.

If there is a God can they just give me a break and let me get off this damn thing!

With quick succession, you tried to jump onto the banister once more. Hooking one foot over quickly and bouncing up to sit on the carved railing. Your ass slammed against the ridged wood making you grunt and lean over in pain. Hanging one leg off the side of the boat as you looked down to sea the line between dock and saltwater below you.

“What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to fall off?” Kid couldn't believe how stupid you were. Your round body hanging off the edge into what could be yet another nose dive into the ocean. “Are you trying to drown again because believe me sweetheart I can make that happen.” He growled walking towards you.

That look on his face spoke a million words and all of them screamed murder. But in the other direction was of course a one-story drop that made piss nearly trickle down your legs.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry! I said I’m fucking sorry so stop!”

This wasn’t your proudest moment but it was one you hoped to walk away from with all your limbs intact. Despite your pleas, Kid didn’t come to a stop. Still barreling towards you as if he hadn’t heard a thing. You tried to shuffle off the banister but he was already right up on you. Watching with shadowed eyes as he leaned uncomfortably close. His face was a mere foot away as his one arm grabbed onto the railing to close you in.

“I don’t know. That didn’t sound very genuine to me. How about you try again?” The intensity of his voice was suffocating you. His mountain of a body caging you in and his face far too close for comfort.

You could nearly feel his breath fan across you as your cheeks slowly blossomed a deep red. Trembling lips followed by a quiet voice to match your submission. “I’m sorry for bothering you and being a nuisance.” You swallowed hard, dryness tearing at your already sore throat. If your blood was cold before it had gone even colder.

Kid's eyes flickered between yours. Soaking in that look of fear and desperation running across your face. It was palpable to the point where he could taste it on his tongue. Sweet and sour like the softness of your voice but the bitterness in your eyes.

Finally, the kind of reaction I deserve. He thought without a word. The silence between the two of you was so raw with tension. Egging on your fear even more. “And what else do we say? Don’t make me push you off so be a good girl and just say it.”

Confusion flashed through you. Blinking back and forth between his amber orbs. “What?” Your voice was so soft Kid could barely hear it. Cheeks going aflame as you leaned off to one side trying to get away from him. But as soon as you did that the boat tipped. A wave rocking along with you and your pants providing little friction to keep you upright. You tried to squeeze with your thighs but they slipped along with your hands. “K-Kid help!” You yelped, your body slipping right off the banister towards the waters below.

Kids eyes widened watching this all unfold right in front of him. He didn’t make a move to help you right away but as soon as your body dipped too far off and your legs unhooked from the banister he reached out. Taking hold of your forearm with a vice-like grip. “F-Fucking hell.” He let out a deep grunt. Abs leaning over and onto the railing to reach you. Your once-falling body now slack against the side of the hull. A wretched yell of pain escaped you as your injuries spasmed.

“Ahh fuckin shit K-Kid help me up!” Your other hand grasped onto Kid's forearm. Feet trying to kick upwards to propel you more.

“You’re not fucking light ya know!” He inhaled deeply through his teeth. His jaw clenched tight as he struggled to keep ahold of you. You’re soft arm slipping in his sweaty hand.

“Captain?”

Kids' eyes break away from your lingering stare up at him. Finally noticing the contents of the dock below. A line of his crewmates were standing idly watching the two of you. A few baskets and crates in hand as if they had paused mid-step to spot the two of you.

Kid didn’t know what to say. Almost forsaking you as his arm naturally went limp. “Kid!!” His body flinched back into life when he heard your voice again. Muscles contracting once more to reapply pressure before you slipped out of his grasp.

You didn’t dare look down at the crowd below you. Eyes focused on Kid and the fast approaching footsteps of what you assumed was Killer not too far behind. But Kid's eyes weren’t on you. Dare say they had paused in one particular spot further down the dock towards the island. Once wide and glossy with embarrassment now honed and focused on something else.

“Who is that?” Kids voice was low and quiet. Pulling you up towards him with a breathy grunt. Killer finally took up the space beside Kid. Grabbing onto your other arm and effectively sliding you over the banister like a towel.

Sliding onto the deck your head almost slammed right into Kid's chest. Killer quickly let go of your arm. Grabbing you by the shoulder to steady you until you stayed upright.

“Y/N?” a voice called. With wobbly knees and blushing cheeks, you held tightly onto Kid's arm for support. Your breath hitching in the realization of who Kid was asking about. Slowly and unsurely you turned your head towards the source of the voice, only to find the worst-case scenario just standing there.

“H-Hi Dad.”

A/N: Okay okay okay I realize that I’m making Y/N like EXTREMELY clumsy for no reason. It’s apart of her character yes but I promise she isn’t always the classic clumsy girl in need of saving trope!! Things will change. She will get better. She’s just GOING THROUGH IT right now. I mean like drowning, then on boat you don’t know, to fear for lore reasons, to angry man threatening you, to almost dying again!! Like it’s BAD BAD for her rn. ALSO I hope ya’ll are concocting some sweet ideas y/ns past lol. I feel like I’m making it too apparent but I’m also not sure??? There’s a lot to unpack there.

#one piece #one piece eustass #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #killer one piece #kid pirates #one piece x reader #x reader #eustass kid x reader #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you

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aimbutmiss · 9 months ago

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Buggy gently held the face in front of him, fingers wrapping around the jaw to keep it still. He was supposed to go in for the eyeliner next, but the man in front of him flinched as soon as Buggy's fingers brushed his face, the reaction barely visible to the untrained eye. But Buggy knew Mihawk, or he thought he did, at least to a certain extent. He liked to think he improved a lot when it came to reading the hawk eyed man, especially compared to when they first formed Cross Guild. And what all that improvement entailed now, was the fact that the swordsman was uncomfortable. He let go of his face just as gently as he had held it.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Buggy frowned and slumped his shoulders at the lack of response. "I let you do that horrifying gothic clown makeup on me, remember? Because I trusted you. But I'm not planning on turning you into a clown or anything, it's just your usual black eyeliner. So, trust me?"

"I do trust you." Mihawk sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms. "It's not about that. It's just... I'm not really used to- to this." He motioned between the two of them, trying his best to convey his feelings. He clearly needed more practice in that department, but Buggy took it in stride. They could work on it later, and frankly even this was an improvement.

Buggy retreated a bit, putting some more distance between them. "We don't have to do... this." He motioned between them just as the other had. "I just thought it would be fun, like last time. Even though I ended up looking straight out of a horror story, at least the process was enjoyable. Relaxing even."

Mihawk gave a small smile at that. "I thought you looked rather dashing in black."

Buggy rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. But I think I'll leave that to you. Wouldn't want to steal your schtick."

Mihawk's eyes squinted in amusement. "You couldn't if you tried."

"Nice try, but you can't provoke me like that. I'm not even going near black face paint for the unforeseeable future."

It was Mihawk's turn to roll his eyes, but he didn't say anything. They had fallen into a comfortable silence when Mihawk slowly reached for Buggy's hand, delicately caressing it with his thumb as Buggy held his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm being difficult. This was supposed to be fun... But I'm okay now, you can continue."

Buggy shook his head, squeezing the hand holding his. "It should be fun for us both, I can't enjoy it if you're not enjoying it as well. You don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not." Mihawk looked Buggy in his big, round eyes that looked like they were portals leading straight to the ocean, his stare as unwavering as his voice as he spoke. "I'm not usually comfortable with people at this proximity... but I've come to find that I really don't mind it with you. I like it, in fact."

Buggy gulped, unable to break the intense eye contact. He didn't really know what he did to get into the swordsman's good graces, but he wasn't gonna mess it up no matter what. He gently reached for his face once again, getting in position to finally draw on the eyeliner.

"Don't move or I'll smudge it." He said, almost in a whisper.

Mihawk simply hummed in understanding, staying still as the waters of the Calm Belt. Buggy's breath was tickling his cheeks, and his hands were warm. He did his best to watch him do his work without moving, carving every inch of his focused face into memory.

"You're beautiful."

The words came out of his mouth without thinking, flowing as naturally as his haki through Yoru, and they made the clown still in his movements.

"What?"

Mihawk gave a breathy chuckle as Buggy's face grew redder by the second. "You heard me, beautiful."

Buggy moved back a bit, staring at the man as if he grew a second head. "What's gotten into you?"

Of course, Mihawk completely ignored him. "You look cute when you blush."

"Oh my God, can you stop?!" Buggy's face was now matching his nose, and Mihawk could swear he could see some steam coming out of his ears.

"You're not very good at taking compliments, are you?"

"I take them all the time! From my crew and my fans... It's just, unexpected from you."

That made something inside Mihawk twinge, but it didn't show on his face. "Then I'll have to compliment you more until you get used to it."

Buggy seemed to be struggling to put his thoughts into words, confused out of his mind at the other man's words. Did he eat something off? Was it a devil fruit user? Because something had to be wrong. But in the mess going inside his head, only one word was able to make its way to his tongue:

"Why?"

"Because I love to have your attention, your eyes on me, your hands on me... and your kindness. But I need to be kind to you as well to deserve it. This, right now... I don't deserve this, as things stand."

Buggy stared at the man in front of him for a moment, before slowly reaching out to cradle his face. "You are kind to me."

"Not kind enough to make up for the things I did before."

So, that's what this was about. Buggy sighed in understanding. "You apologised. I accepted your apology, and Crocodile's. Neither of you have any need to feel bad for your past mistakes."

Mihawk opened his mouth to speak but Buggy shushed him, pressing a finger on his lips. "I forgive you. Just take my word for it, idiot."

"... Alright."

Buggy smiled wide. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Later that evening, Crocodile walked into the tent to find a sleeping Buggy, drooling on a sleeping Mihawk. The swordsman's face was smudged with eyeliner, and the evening breeze was washing over them from the open window flap.

But neither of them were cold when they woke up, covered by a blanket they didn't remember getting.

#i was struggling big time with this one #I keep saying I'm gonna try to write more Crocodile but then end up with bughawk #sorry not sorry #I'm just obsessed with them #it's okay croco baby I love you and your time will come. promise #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #bughawk #buggy x mihawk #my writing

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wandafiction · 7 months ago

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I Need You - Just Us Chapter 53

Warnings 18+: Smut, Fingering (Wanda Receiving), Oral (Wanda Receiving), Blindfolds, Restraints, Praise, Sex Day Dream I guess

Word Count: 3210

Series List | Chapter 52 | Chapter 54

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We exit SAKS, heading back towards where the car is parked Wanda walking next to me still with my arm around her shoulder. Once we have crossed the road, she untucks herself from my hold moving her hand to hold mine in between us again. She playfully swings our arms, they get higher and higher each time like if someone was on a swing. Luckily, there are hardly any people on the sidewalk so we don't have to avoid hitting anyone. When our arms go high enough, Wanda spins underneath them then pulls my arm so our body collides. Her other hand finds mine, putting it on her waist as hers rests on my shoulder and she makes us dance in a circle. Her giggles fill the air as a few people move to avoid us, I couldn't care less that we are dancing around on the sidewalk to no music. If it causes her to relax and laugh that oh so intoxicating laugh then I will dance with her forevermore. She spins under our arms one more time, before sliding her hand from my shoulder to my chest and rests her head against it.

I pull us out of the way, while she calms herself down, her hands drawing random patterns on my shirt. When she looks up at me her eyes sparkle in the sunlight that seeps through the gaps between buildings, and I gasp at how green they look today. I lean down to peck her lips a couple of times, making her smile so I give her kisses all over her face. She giggles out loud swatting my face away, all the time her eyes never leaving mine. I'm brought back to the fact that we are in public when a busy new yorker nearly collides with us.

"Do you want to drive back to yours?" She bites her bottom lip, giving me a small nod. I feel her hand snake down my chest towards my pants, causing a raised eyebrow from me. Just as I'm about to question her, I feel her hand move into my pocket, her fingers wrap around the keys and she slowly drags them out. All the time looking at me seductively, my eyebrows are still raised in amusement. I take a quick look around, deciding no one is watching us, I pull her hips flush with mine. Wanda gasps her grip on the keys tightening. All I can do is smirk, leaning my head down to whisper in her ear.

"Is someone trying to play games with me? Does someone need me inside of them?" I feel Wanda sigh against my neck.

"What if I do?" Wanda's voice is breathy and weak and it makes my smirk grow more.

"I'd say be a good girl and get us home." I feel Wanda nod against the side of my face, moving herself away from me so we can start walking again.

Wanda is practically dragging me to the car at this point making me laugh at her, her head swiveling round her eyes squinting at me as she grows impatient. Once we finally get to the car, Wanda fumbles to get the keys into the door to unlock it grumbling as she does. I head to the trunk, popping it open when Wanda finally manages to unlock it, putting the bag from The Row in there. I take my sweet time to close the trunk and get to the passenger side door, Wanda honks the horn making people on the sidewalk jump. She leans across the central divider opening my door for me pushing it open, her pupils blown.

"Y/n come on." She whines as I stand leaning on the door looking in with a smirk. "Y/n I swear to god." I raise my hand jn surrender.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting in. What's got you so riled up?" I act coy as I situate myself in the car closing my door.

The moment the door closes, Wanda turns the key in the ignition, checks the mirrors and then pulls away heading towards her apartment. Her grip on the steering wheel turning her knuckles white, her eyes locked on the road as she drives at a speed which I would class as above the speed limit. I decide to tease her more, so move my hand to hold onto her thigh giving it a small squeeze. Her thighs clench together trapping my fingers on the inside of her thigh, which just gives me more opportunity to gently rub my fingers up and down her thigh.

"Y/n." She sighs out, pleading me.

"Well I need my hand back if you want me to stop." I give her thigh another squeeze and am surprised by the moan that leaves her mouth, wow she really is riled up. I stop my movements with my fingers, her thighs relax and I remove my hand.

"You're mean." She takes the left turn towards the apartment and I see her demeanor change once again when she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her leg bouncing in anticipation.

"And you are mine." Wanda hands tighten further against the steering wheel and she takes a quick look at me.

"All fucking yours."

Not two seconds after opening the door to Wanda's apartment she is pushing me against it, as it slams shut behind me. I drop the bag, with her new coat in it, on the floor, my hands flying up to hold her cheeks as I pull her in for an intense kiss. I lick at her bottom lip asking for entrance which she denies, so I take her bottom lips between my teeth giving it a gentle tug. A small gasp leaves her mouth and I take the opportunity to push my tongue past her lips exploring every part of her mouth. I push off the door causing Wanda to take a few steps back and I press her against the entrance wall to the right. My thigh slots between her legs, her hips sink against it moaning at the contact as she starts to grind against it.

"What do you want babygirl?" I bring my face close to Wanda's ear lobe as I take it between my teeth making her hips jolt against my thigh.

"Bedroom." It's all Wanda has to say before I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck. Her hips rut against my abdomen for any type of friction, and I smirk at her as she gets more and more riled up.

I manage to get the door open kicking it closed behind me, making my way to the bed placing Wanda gently down on it. She sits on the edge, bottom lip between her teeth as she looks up at me as I tower over her. I drag my finger from her cheek down to the collar of her-my-shirt, claw my finger underneath before pulling it up slightly. Wanda's hands travel to the bottom of the shirt crossing over one another, lifting it up and over her head slowly. I move closer to her, and her lips instantly start leaving wet kisses along my abdomen. I move my hands to her hair, undoing the braids we did earlier and weave my hands through her hair to rid it of any knots. I move my finger to lift her chin so she is looking up at me, only a slither of color in her eyes as she bites the corner of her lips.

"Take your pants off for me babygirl and move up to the pillows." I walk away from the bed heading to the chest of drawers.

"Where are you going?" I look back to see Wanda still sat at the edge of the bed.

"Just getting something to use to tie your hands up. Because that's what you wanted right. I recall you saying I can't wait to have it around my throat with my hands tied up. Or do you not want that anymore babygirl?" I smirk when Wanda's hands push the top of her pants down, sliding them off her legs and pushing herself onto the bed with her head on the pillow. "Take your bra off but keep your underwear on for me."

It makes me smile with how easily Wanda follows my instructions, as she sits up slightly to remove her bra, chucking it on the floor somewhere. I grab a couple of scarfs from the draws and turn to face Wanda with them in my hands. Her eyes grow darker at the sight of the scarfs, her thighs start to rub together in anticipation. I lean against the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor while my other knee rests on top of the mattress and my hands either side of her head. I lean down to give her a soft kiss, Wanda tries to deepen it and I allow it as she is now distracted so I trail my hands downs to hers. I pull away, Wanda's lips chasing mine a whine leaving her swollen lips but I don't give her a chance to think about anything else as I bring her hands up to the headboard and tie them up with the same scarf I used before. Wanda's hips jerk in the air, her lip disappears between her teeth as her eyes look up to me, a glint to them that makes wetness pool in my own underwear. I show her the other scarf in my hand, her brows furrow slightly in question.

"I want to try something." Wanda nods for me to continue as her eyes bounce from my face to the scarf. "Can I blindfold you?"

"Yes."

"Safe word babygirl."

"Red."

"Good girl."

I use the silk scarf covering her eyes, using one hand to lift her head slightly before wrapping it around one more time and tying it up at the side of her head so she doesn't have to rest on the knot. I move the layers of the scarf up and down to make sure her eyes are fully covered.

"This okay Princess."

"It's perfect baby." I leave a peck on her nose before climbing off her bed and I see her forehead scrunch with her eyebrow movements. "Where are you going?"

"I'm still here princess. Just watching you." Wanda rubs her thighs together more.

"Why are you watching? Come here and help me." Her voice husky with lust.

"I want to watch you get worked up before I bring you to the edge." A small moan leaves Wanda's lips and I continue. "So I want you to think about me. Tell me what you want me to do. What would I do to you to give you the best orgasm ever?"

"Touch me." Her voice a whisper, so I move a little closer to the bed to be able to hear her.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

"Think about it Wanda. Let your mind go wild." A guttural moan leaves her lips as her thighs continue to rub together.

(Wanda PoV)

Y/ns hands are massaging away at my breasts, her lips on my pulse point as her teeth leave an indent before her warm slick tongue soothes the spot over. My hand grabs onto her hair as I pull her face closer to me, I feel her smirk against my skin as she drags her tongue down my throat. She stops at the little dip by the bottom of my throat, starting to suck and drag her teeth over it causing me to suck in a harsh breath. Her hands continue to massage my breasts, her fingers and thumbs tweaking my nipples getting them to harden. I feel her smirk against my throat once she feels them stand to attention and she starts to move her kisses further down leaving marks as she moves her mouth to the valley between my breasts.

She cups my left breast, her lips ghosting over my hardened nub and my back arches at the feeling trying to get her to take it into her mouth. She drags her tongue over it, my whole body twitches and my hips buck trying to find some sort of relief from my growing arousal. She finally takes the nub into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, tweaking my other one in-between her fingers at the same time. I feel her teeth graze my nipple and a filthy moan leaves my mouth as my back arches into her more. She swaps sides, continuing to work a nipple between her fingers and the other with her tongue and teeth. The wetness in my underwear is getting almost unbearable as they stick to my core and thighs, my slick pooling in them and down my thighs.

My grip in her hair tightens when I feel her hand travel down my body to the hem of my underwear, dragging her thumb across the skin of my hip. I buck my hips once more to try and get her to move it further, anything. I'm so fucking close and she hasn't even touched me yet, not really. Her mouth releases my nipple with a pop, her face coming level with mine. Her eyes dark with lust, as she moves her lips to my ear her hot breath causes goosebumps to spread across my naked body, and I feel a shiver go down my spine.

"Want do you want babygirl?"

"You." I moan out when she slides her thumb further down making contact with my clit as she starts to lightly circle it.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just fuck me already." I buck my hips trying to get her hand to slide down further, but groan when she removes her hand completely. Her other one coming up to my neck giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Be a good girl and ask nicely."

"Please fuck me. Use me. I need you to touch me please." My head rolls back on the pillow, a pornagraphic moan leaving my mouth as she takes my ear lobe between her teeth, pushing two fingers into my entrance with no warning. My hands fly to hold onto her shoulder blades as her thrusts start off rough, her face now buried in the crook of my neck as she doesn't relent. The moans and gasps leave my mouth unfiltered as she continues her rough thrusts, my nails dragging down her back as her lips and teeth make contact with a soft spot on my neck and I feel her bury her teeth against it with my reaction, her hand tightening more on my throat. I love the closeness of our bodies and the roughness of her thrusts as I get closer and closer to the edge, her name spilling out of my lips like a prayer. She must be enjoying it to as she adds another finger stretching me out as she goes knuckle deep into me, her thumb makes contact with my clit and my eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed.

"Don't stop. I'm gonna come. Baby don't you dare stop."

"Babygirl, what are you thinking about?" Her voice brings me out of my daydream, opening my eyes but everything is dark. Right the blind fold. I subconsciously rub my thighs together and moan at how wet I am just from that. She hasn't hasn't touched me once, and I could come like this. "What's got you so wet?"

"You." I feel the end of the bed dip, her hands placed on my feet before she slides them up my leg to my very wet legs and what I can only assume ruined underwear. Her hands move to the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart and I gasp at the feeling of the cold air that makes contact with my soaking hot core. Her hands grip up closer and closer to where I need her, my hips bucking at the feeling. Y/ns hand moves to hold my hips down and I moan at the dominance.

"Does my babygirl need me?" I can hear the smirk in her voice but at this point I don't fucking care.

"Yes please, I need you so fucking bad. Please baby." I feel a sense of relief wash over me as her hands drag down my underwear throwing them into the room.

"It's okay I've got you babygirl." Her hands stay on my hips and my body buzzes with pure excitement at what she is about to do when I feel her hot breath against my core, more arousal pooling between my thighs. "This is all for me babygirl."

"All for you...God fuck Y/n." My words get interrupted as I feel her tongue dive right into my entrance without warning. The warm strong muscle diving in deep as she dances it around inside me. I pull on the scarf, trying to put my hand in her hair but groan when they don't move. Y/n groans against my core as my hips buck slightly and it sends a shiver all the way up my spine. My head rolls back into the pillow, my eyes roll to the back of my head as my back arches so high I feel like it could snap.

"I'm going to cum...shit Y/n...I'm Cummings." My orgasm hits hard and a loud guttural moan escapes my lips, as I see stars and feel like I'm being transported to a whole new place. My back lands back on the bed, y/n cleans up my core as she helps me through the aftershocks. My breathing is still uneven when she removes the blindfold, but my breath hitches at the state of her face, a proud smirk on her face.

"You taste amazing."

"That was...just fucking hell. We have to do that again. Sorry about the mess." I blush grows on my cheek as her tongue pokes out her lips getting as much of it as she can. "Here let me help."

Y/n leans down and I moan and the taste of myself on her face as I clean my arousal off of her face. As my mouth travels around her face, I feel her arms move upwards and the scarf around my hands loosens enough for me to pull my hands out of the bind. They instantly move to cup Y/n's face as I pull her in for a passionate kiss, loving the feeling of her tongue as it explores my mouth. Her knee ends up against my core, and I moan into her mouth which she happily swallows. My hips start to rut against her knee and thigh, bringing myself closer and closer still sensitive from the first orgasm. My moans grow louder and louder, my hand moving to the back of Y/n's neck for support my nails leaving half crescent indents. She pushes her leg against me more while tensing it and it's enough to send me into another blinding orgasm leaving another mess behind.

Just as I felt Y/n's hand moving down for another round we freeze when we hear something.

"Mom, we're home!"

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda smut #wanda maximoff smut #just us series

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years ago

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omg the drabbles!! may i request for a yan!idol ateez (grp or member)? THANK YOUUU

"Hey, did you want to practice that scene we have together for the shoot?" A voice from the open doorway of your dressing room draws your attention.

Turning your head, you see Mingi standing there, practically curling himself somewhat nervously around the frame.

Your brow furrows slightly, "Which one?"

A small red begins creeping up his neck.

"The intimate one." His voice is no more than a whisper, and it only serves to confuse you more.

"I though I was to be filming that with Wooyoung and San?" You tilt your head towards your manager, who immediately begins flipping through some papers to confirm.

"Oh, uh, well..." he fumbles for words, "I just spoke with the director-"

A call of your name draws your attention to the male who walks quite casually into your dressing room.

"Director wants you on set to go over some changes." Yunho addresses you casually. "I came to escort you."

Your eyebrows raise in amusement, "Didn't realize I needed an escort to walk down the hall."

Yunho clears his throat, averting his gaze somewhat bashfully. All the while, Mingi subtly glances at his group mate out of the corner of his eyes, irritation clear on his features.

"Looks like the director will tell me himself," you smile politely at Mingi as you stand to your feet.

Exiting your dressing room, both males follow close behind, muttering to each other about interruptions or something. You can't quite make out their words, but from what you can gather, neither seems too pleased with the other right now.

A call of your name alerts you to yet another presence.

"Hey!" Wooyoung bounds up to you, both San and Yeosang in tow. "How's my favourite person today? Ready to film our scenes?"

"Your scenes?" San nudges his friend playfully on his side. Or so it seems. "Are you forgetting that I'm there, too?"

"How could I ever forget?" Wooyoung smiles somewhat tightly, sparing an irritated glance at the male beside him.

"Oh? Didn't you hear?" Yeosang remarks casually. "The director changed who the scenes are with. You're now doing them with me."

All heads turn to him as your eyes go wide.

"That's probably what he wants to talk to me about." You nod, inclining your head politely to the males around you. "If you'll excuse me."

"There's no need." San blocks your path. "The director wouldn't change something like that last minute. It's severely unprofessional."

"Yeah!" Wooyoung adds. "You should really speak up for yourself more when changes are made, anyways. It's not fair to you and the people who were promised to perform with you."

You fail to miss the way the younger seemingly spares a pointed glance at the other males around you.

You nod your head, almost subconsciously. "I'm still going to go talk to him."

Brushing past them, you quickly make your way towards the sound stage. Only, before you can finish rounding the corner, three pointed voices greet your ears.

Quickly, you press yourself against the wall, peering out into the commotion taking place in front of you.

"For the last time, I said 'no'." The director sighs, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

"It would look bad for our image if the fans saw multiple members fighting over the same person." Seonghwa states. "You cannot keep adding scenes just because the members ask. It's not appropriate, especially considering what you've agreed to."

"Were you not just the one begging me to negate all of them in favour of the oldest getting more screen time with them? How do you think the fans would receive that?" The director counters.

"Which is exactly why I should be the only one with those types of scenes with them." Another voice interjects, shooting a pointed look at Seonghwa all the while. "After all, I am the Captain."

"What is with you boys and your obsession with filming with this person?" The director replies, exasperation clear in his voice. "This is a music video for crying out loud! You have not even two minutes of airtime with them, and that's if we use all of the shots."

"Make it three." Seonghwa's voice is firm, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

"Then you want a performance version to showcase the dance?" The director counters.

"No, we didn't agree to a performance version." Hongjoong shakes his head.

"Neither did I!" The director huffs. "I understand this is a collaboration between artists, but based on your concept, and their own schedule, this is the best I can do."

"It's not good enough." Seonghwa shakes his head, Hongjoong quick to agree with him.

The director throws his hands in the air, storming off without another word. Only, the two eldest follow him, seemingly continuing the conversation even though the director is clearly finished with them for the time being.

Your brow furrows. You wonder what that was all about. The director was very clear in the beginning (and the members) that your 'intimate' scene would be with both San and Wooyoung. Now, the others want in on it, too?

Letting out a slight puff of air, you shake your head to clear your thoughts.

"Something troubling your mind?" A soft voice draws your attention to the side, and you look up to see Jongho blinking at you lightly. He seems to be holding an apple in his hand, head tilted curiously at you.

"No, no," you wave him off lightly, "just looking for the director."

"Oh." Jongho blinks, gaze briefly drifting passed you to see said male rush passed with both Seonghwa and Hongjoong still chasing after him. "I haven't seen him."

"That's okay, I'll just see if I can spot him around." You smile politely, nodding your head at him as you prepare to take your leave.

It's brief, but you swear a look of panic crosses his features for a split second.

"Are you hungry?" His words are a bit rushed, coming out a bit louder than he probably intends.

"Not really-"

"Here." In the blink of an eye, the apple in his hands gets split in two, one half offered to you as he smiles at you eagerly.

"Oh, uh, thank you?" You accept his offering somewhat cautiously, giving him another once over as he continues to stand there with a tense smile on his face.

A moment of silence.

"Have you-"

Jongho's words get cut off by Wooyoung practically tackling him from behind.

"There you are!" He giggles, though the arm he has placed around his group mate looks quite tense.

The others are quick to follow.

"We were wondering where you went." Yunho comments casually.

"So, did you talk to the director?" There's an almost excited gleam in Mingi's eyes as he addresses you.

"There's no need," Yeosang interrupts, stepping in beside you. His hand is placed gently onto your lower back as he begins to guide you away from his group mates. "Come on, it's nearly time to shoot our scene."

Little do you see the looks of complete contempt that follow the male as he leads you away from them and towards the sound stage where two other males stand, watching and waiting with their own looks of ire on their faces.

#ask #yandere ateez #ateez drabble #polyteez au #drabbles

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tiny-cloud-dragon · 27 days ago

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FF7: Random Bits 02 - Chapter 2

[Setting- Zack has just noticed the unwanted arrival of President Shinra's Military Inspector. A bit of mischief is in order.]

[Location – The training field, just past early morning. Zack's cheerful mood has just been sullied by the approach of a less than welcome guest.]

Zack slouched as he watched the Inspector cross the training grounds. Tall and whip-thin, the middle-aged man had a long, thin face that fortunately was just long enough to accommodate the deep frown it wore. Thinning brown hair somehow managed to just keep him from being labeled as 'bald'.

The fussy man looked quite displeased as he made his way across the field, walking with a high-stepping gait that he thought would protect his shiny dress shoes from dirt, dust, and other unsavory 'outside' substances. He carried a clipboard on which he made notes as he intermittently shook his head to himself in a dissatisfied manner, setting his wispy hair waving. Combined with his odd walk, it gave Zack the overall impression that he was being approached by a disgruntled dressage horse.

Hey there, Inspector! Why the long face? was on the tip of Zack's tongue, but he settled for saying, in a voice oozing cheery helpfulness "Good morning, sir! Can I help you?"

"Yes! I am Inspector Percival Pinwinkle Baerbotamm-!" his words were abruptly drowned out by the catchy tune of "Barbie Girl" as Cloud brought the cadets through another circuit of the field.

"What was that last bit?" Zack asked, raising his voice and cupping a hand to his ear.

"BAERBOTAMM!" Percival hollered in an attempt to be heard over Cloud shouting "I'm a blond bimbo girl!"

"Barebottom?"

"Baerbotamm!"

"Oh, Baerbotamm!"

"Yes, and that is not a regulation-!" The rest of Baerbotamm's indignant tirade was cut short by the column's next round, accompanied by "You can brush my hair!"

Oh, he's one of those 'by the book' types! Zack thought as he watched the man wince as the cadets shouted, "Undress me everywhere!". It was as if any deviation from the rules caused the man physical pain.

"THAT IS NOT A REGULATION CADENCE!",v the Inspector practically screamed into the sudden hush as the column moved on, and he found himself falling victim to what was known as the Inopportune Silence.

Usually native to crowded, noisy public places, the Inopportune Silence feeds on withering embarrassment. It prefers to stalk its victim in places like clubs, parties, restaurants, and the occasional construction site. Anywhere with noise and lots of people. The victim tries to converse over the offending sound and becomes comfortable speaking at a near lung-splitting scream. That is when the Inopportune Silence strikes. All background noise/music ceases, leaving the victim full-throated screaming into the void. The Silence then feasts on the victim's embarrassment.

Percival P. Baerbotamm went stiff with horrified mortification as his scream echoed across the training field, drawing the attention of every soul on the grounds. Windows banged open, officer's paused at their duties, and cadets gawked in curiosity.

"Could you repeat that? I'm not sure I heard you clearly." Zack said as the inspector visibly shrank in on himself at all the unwanted attention.

Inspector Baerbotamm recovered quickly, his embarrassment burning away under the heat of righteous indignation. "That is not an appropriate cadence befitting of a military establishment!" he sputtered, aggressively adjusting his cuffs and straightening his jacket in an attempt to appear authoritative, while his eyebrows did a strange little wiggle.

"Says who?" Zack retorted in an infuriatingly patient tone as if he were indulging a small child. He suppressed a smile as the man winced once more as the cadets made another pass. Zack wondered what was up with the man's eyebrows.

"It's in the Regulations!"

"Is it? Well, maybe I need to take a look at what's listed," Zack replied cheerfully. He snapped his fingers, and a 1st Class SOLDIER was suddenly standing at his elbow, a book held reverently in his hands.

Hardbound in elegant dark gray starched linen, the cover was embossed with gold leaf letters spelling out the word REGULATIONS. Its air of officialness was somewhat spoiled by the assortment of sticky notes prolapsing randomly from between the pages.

Zack took the book and paged through it, muttering to himself, "Cadences, cadences...Ah! Here we are!" He ran a finger down the surprisingly long list. "Well, I don't see 'Barbie Girl' on the list..." he began in a disappointed tone.

The Inspector relaxed slightly from his state of perpetual tension, comforted by the orderly and organized stability of The Rules.

"But...I'm sure we can just add it to the list, right?" Zack said with glowing optimism, seemingly oblivious to the way Inspector Baerbotamm's body anxiously stiffened with a near audible snap! A twitch started in his right eyebrow and undulated across to the other eyebrow where it made a return trip before it dissipated.

"Certainly not!" he gasped with an indignant shudder for the total disergard for The Rules . "Only Generals can make changes to the regulations! Any amendments must be submitted for their personal approval. And in this case, both Generals must give joint approval!"

Zack was quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful. He pulled the zipper on his collar down a bit, partly because it was getting a little warm outside and partly to watch Mr. Baerbotamm wince at the blatant dress-code violation. For good measure, he reached down and undid the laces and zippers on his boots, pretending to shake out an annoying pebble. Percival winced again, and Zack wondered how the man was going to react when he found out that Cloud didn't wear boots at all.

"So, you're saying, Inspector Bare...Baerbotamm, that all I have to do is get the Generals' approval?" Zack asked.

"Correct, but I hardly think that either of them is going to appreciate you wasing their time for such a ridiculous request. The army is no place for that sort of tom-foolery!"

"Well," Zack continued, ignoring the insult to his favorite funny song "Since General Strife is busy at the moment, let's just ask General Fair, shall we?"

"But-!"

Zack stood to smart attention and ripped off a smart salute to the empty air in front of himself, adjusting his uniform so that his General and Master Elite rank insignia were clearly visible.

"Yo, General Fair, can we add a new marching cadence to the list?"

He made a sharp 180 in the opposite direction with a precision and efficiency that would have brought a tear of pride to the eye of even the most hardened Drill Instructor.

"Hmmm...what do we want to add?" Turn.

"Barbie Girl." Turn.

"Oh, we love that song! We'll get that update made, along with all the other amendments, and get the manual reprinted by the end of the week!" Turn.

"Thanks, my dude!" Zack said, snapping off another smart salute, " We'll just make a note in the master copy of the 'Big Book of Rules', so we don't forget!" He snapped his fingers once again, and the silent SOLDIER faded back into the foreground and produced a pen and a sticky note for Zack.

Percival stared in shock while Zack scribbled 'Barbie Girl' on the proffered square of paper and unceremoniously slapped it onto the page.

"But...you can't just make up your own rules..." he quavered, ellipsising into distraught silence. He paled, aghast, as he arrived at the sudden realization that 1) this young man in front of him was the General, 2) he had screamed at the General, and 3) he had just sassed the General.

Smiling benignly, Zack opened the book and pointed to the very first page. Percival Pinwinkle Baerbotamm looked down at the seemingly innocuous printing, dread nestling down in his bowels like a white-hot lead ball. His eyebrows pinched together as if trying to comfort one another.

The page read, in large, bold, authoritative letters:

Official Rules and Regulations of the Midgar Army

Owned and operated by

General Zack Fair and General Cloud Strife

The Three Main Rules:

RULE 1: Generals Zack Fair and Cloud Strife make The Rules.

RULE 2: All rules subject to change without notice.

RULE 3: For questions or complaints regarding any of The Rules, please refer to RULE 1.

"But, but, but," the Inspector stammered, cringing at the blasphemy of this, this disorganization. His mind recoiled from the very suggestion that rules and schedules were just things to be ignored so flippantly.

Zack tapped his rank insignia, then directed the distressed man's attention to RULE 3. "It's just three simple rules, Inspector. I'm sure you'll have them memorized in no time!" he said brightly as he placed an arm around Percival's trembling shoulders in a manner that was somehow both friendly and mildly threatening. "Welcome to the army, Percy. Let's get started with the tour!

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #zack fair #clack #zakkura #ff7 fanfiction #ffvii fanfiction #tiny cloud dragon #dragon!cloud #dragon au #dragon!au #ff7 random bits 02

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munchkin1156 · 1 month ago

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Borrower types: Forest Adapted

Borrowers

Scientific Name: Parvus Fur

(Meaning: Little Thief)

Language: Listhen

Borrower Type:

Forest Adapted

. . .

Forest Adapted Borrowers are commonly known for their thick, fast reacting tails (1), which can wrap around small branches instinctually if a Forest Borrower falls or trips from one.

Some Forest Adapted Borrowers use their tails to swing from one branch to another, though it does require a lot of practice, energy, and tail strength. The lighter the Borrower, the more easily they can support their own tail. The tails of forest borrowers are averaged to be a centimetre higher than the Borrower themself. Like the majority of Borrower types, forest adapted ones have fluffy, animalistic ears (2).

Forest adapted Borrowers usually have dark hair (3), and if they have light coloured skin, usually they grow their hair long, as well as covering their face with a mask (4) of dark green or brown, like their clothing, so that they blend into the leaves more easily, without needing to use (much) Soul magic. Those born with a lighter hair colour, usually dye it brown or green. Otherwise, if they live in a Colony and choose not to, only leave the Colony to hunt or trade in autumn or winter, where their colour would blend in more, in the case of blond, ginger, and white hair colours.

The colour and heaviness of their clothing also changes with the seasons, though most Forest Borrowers have a thick hooded cloak they can wear year round, except in cases like extreme heatwaves or deathly coldness. Forest adapted Borrowers have sharper clawed hands (5) than other Borrower types, so they can climb touch surfaces such as tree bark more easily. They also have a stronger grip. Forest Borrowers are the second tallest Borrower type, after Sky adapted Borrowers, averaging at 5.6cm (2.2 inches).

As for traditions, forest adapted Borrowers celebrate the month they were born in if they are aware what it is. Otherwise it’s a month of their choosing, or when they were found by a family, colony, etc. They celebrate it by carving something useful or precious out of wood (6) for a loved one, or if they live alone, something for themselves (Ex: A knife, a plate, an earring). And, like all Borrowers, the forest adapted ones celebrate Sun Day, and Linth. Forest adapted Borrowers avoid interaction with the fairies if possible, finding their ‘easy solutions’ ridiculous and a waste of magic.

Forest adapted Borrowers only have a slightly altered Code from the original version, allowing Borrowers to scare away Human Beans (beings) from the forest. Forest Borrowers interact frequently with underground colonies and other Borrowers, though of course they do not see some Borrower types very often, for trade and to teach young Borrowers about the different ways other Borrowers act in their society.

Signed,

Munchkin

(Tumblr killed the quality here) (Not my best drawing)

Taglist: @boiled-ginger-ale , @i-am-beckyu , @da3dm , @brick-a-doodle-do , @faeiyn-cant-write (and one other person who has CHANGED their url so I can’t find ‘em)

#g/t #g/t community #sfw g/t #gt community #gt #borrowers #munchkin writes #munchkin lore #shattered code au

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happilychaengs · 2 years ago

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valentinaversary

a/n: valentine + anniversary = valentinaversary trademarked and copyright! i also apologize if this isn't that great. lot's of weird time skips and stuff

word count: 1,633

college hanni x gender neutral reader

fluff

"fuck!"

a loud groan escapes your mouth as you drop your pencil onto the table, the lead tip landing and drawing a long streak across your notes.

"what's wrong?" a voice calls out behind you, "are you okay?"

you sigh, "no. math sucks."

you hear a short ruffling of bed sheets, a small groan, and a few soft steps on the floor leading to a pair of hands on your shoulders. a tight grip is felt as you wince aloud, a small giggle escaping from behind you. "you're too tense."

she leans over your messy notes as she tucks a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear, something that makes your heart skip a beat. "i understand none of this." she says promptly.

"great hanni. thanks." seriously. what is her problem? why did she come over here besides just to make your heart beat that much faster?

she turns her head and she smiles at you cheekily before running back to her bed and under the covers, a tiny portion of her head peeking out. "good luck!"

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself as you went back to studying. why were you even in love with this girl?

hanni pham. a girl you hadn't quite expected to be your roommate let alone be the object of your affections. it was ironic. you were one of the top students at your university and she... was practically the bottom of the barrel in terms of academics, only keeping her grades above the threshold to not get kicked out of drama club.

and your first ever encounter with her wasn't... expected to say the least. you moved away from your parents and your home very unexpectedly. it was a bold choice for you as you always stuck by your family's side and listened to the lesson hammered into your mind.

surround yourself with success.

everyone saw your parents and siblings as the ultimate success story and you're obviously constantly compared to the prestige that your family was. so much so that it became intoxicating. it was incredibly hard for you to break free from your family's grasp on you and to finally make your own choices.

but once you did, it felt exhilarating and yet at the same time it was terrifying. navigating the walks of life yourself felt like such a grueling task and when you saw the mess that lay before you as you stepped into your dorm for the first time, you thought you've made a grave mistake.

you held your feelings close to your heart as you stared at the random posters hung up on the wall of the most mysterious things. a mix of boy bands and some random plays and movies.

and then there sat a girl with her jet black hair and a pair of round glasses on a big green beanbag chair. she donned a sleek denim jacket on as she turned around to the sound of the door opening.

then she smiled. "hi! i'm hanni!"

it wasn't one specific event that caused you to fall for hanni or was it something she did. it was just who she was that drawn you towards her. she was everything your family told you to stay away from. in their eyes, she'd probably be the definition of failure but in yours, she was amazing. a breath of fresh air.

you recall one time when she had brought a whole new joy to your life. she had brought you along to one of her drama recitals under the pretense that she needed help studying despite not knowing you very well and to say you were furious was an understatement.

"seriously, hanni? i'm leaving if this is all you wanted to show me." your body promptly turned around as you started walking to the door.

"wait!" she shouts from behind you. you feel your arm being dragged back as your body almost falls over.

"what?" you huff.

"just stay and watch for 10 minutes. please. if you don't like it, then you can leave."

this was cutting into your studying. this was a waste of time but the look in her eyes seemed to coerce you into thinking otherwise.

"fine. 10 minutes. that's it."

she jumps up victoriously as she gives you a quick hug before running backstage. "thank you so much, y/n! you won't regret it!"

you dusted off your shirt before you sat down on a nearby chair, waiting on hanni and the rest of her club to get prepared.

but honestly speaking, just waiting took longer than 10 minutes but something in you told you to stay. to stay and watch hanni and it was so so worth it. it was a classic romeo and juliet performance, hanni obviously playing juliet and when she came out in a golden satin dress, your eyes seemed to never look away at her. never wandering.

she wore a pair of white gloves and a pair of leather black shoes. you weren't sure if this was the image shakespeare had in mind but it didn't matter to you at the time.

when she started beginning to recite her lines, you began to get lost in her voice, not really paying attention to anything else. you heard the way her voice goes down and up at some parts, her intonation practically perfect. the words rolled off her tongue in such a musical fashion.

by the end of it, you weren't really sure how much time passes by but when she finally finished her recitals for the play, she looked over to you and the surprise on her face was unbelievable.

you stayed.

that love for dramas and plays of hanni's quickly became yours as you started joining her in her late night sessions of watching anything and everything on her laptop. you started attending every one of her recitals. you even went to her actual play, to which you said she performed beautifully but obviously not to her face.

you started noticing the little things you stopped doing once you started living with her. your language became more relaxed. it lost the poised, prim and proper nature to it as you started talking more casually to her.

and then it was the way you started studying less, having more fun with her. she brought you around the university to where you really began seeing the beauty of life.

you admired her for that. and unsurprisingly, you started to like her. a lot more than platonically. but despite it, you knew that it'd be one sided. hanni was an outgoing and very popular student among your peers and you'd probably just be another person added on her long list of admirers. so you never took your chances. living with her was enough for you until one fateful valentine's day.

it was a free day for you today. no classes or anything but hanni had some meeting with her club. as you got out of the shower with a towel on your head, the next thing you see caught you by surprise. it sat there on your desk, practically taunting you. it was a velvet heart-shaped box, a small piece of paper taped onto the top of it.

"i like you"

your heart sunk at the thought of hanni, the person you've gotten to know over the course of the year and the person you called your best friend, liking someone else. did she leave this here for you to wallow in all of your worries before she got back? was it for you to panic and just sit here, nervous for her to walk through the door?

because it was working.

your heart pounded against your chest as you held the box in your hands. as you eyed the box, you couldn't help but want to open it and see what was inside, and so you quickly did. inside was a copious amount of chocolate, pink macadamia nuts, which was your favorite but that had to be coincidence.

you put the box in the air and examined it all around, not really sure if there was any indication for who it was. but then the door unexpectedly swings wide open revealing the black haired girl in all her entirety.

"y/n?"

your eyes shoot wide open as you put the box down and shut it closed quickly. "hanni! what's wrong? i thought you had a meeting!"

"i forgot something." she says as she saunters her way over to you, eyeing the box on your table. "here it is."

and your eyes dart back to the velvet box, her picking it up in her hands. "do you want to know who it's for?"

you feign ignorance to the fact that it's even valentine's to shield yourself from the fact that the person she's giving it to isn't you. "is it someone's birthday?"

her brows furrow as she sticks the box out for you to see, "no. it's for you. and for the record i saw you holding it so don't lie to me. you suck at it. you always look away from me when you do."

"what are you thinking about?" you felt a finger prod at your cheek as you're dragged out of your thoughts. "i thought you were doing math?"

"it's nothing."

you can hear her smirk through her teasing tone, "are you thinking about me?"

your cheeks flush red as you avoid her gaze, "no."

"look me in the eyes and say that again."

"..."

"so you are thinking about me!" she plants a light kiss on your cheeks. you see a small velvet box being slid under your arm and onto your desk as you rolled your eyes at the strange name she came up with.

"happy valentinaversary!"

#new jeans x reader #hanni x reader #hanni pham x reader #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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Resting Grinch Face

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Prompts: Quilt/ Scrooge/ Sunny vs Grumpy

“Why are you frowning?”

You didn't want to answer, but you knew that if you didn't, the question would just keep coming.

“I am not frowning.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“This is just my face.”

“That is not just your face,” Javi insisted. Your gaze flickered to him from your clipboard before you looked at your clipboard again.

“Then whose face do you think I have on?”

“That is not what I mean and you know it.”

You huffed a soft laugh, then groaned as Javi reached out, plucking the clipboard out of your hands and setting it down just out of your reach.

“Javi—”

“Come with me.”

“Not now, I’m busy,” You whined, even as he took your hand and drew you out of your chair.

“What are we doing?” You pressed as he led you outside. “You’re not taking me to your Nick Cage cave again are you?”

“It is not a cave,” Javi pouted back at you. “It is a showcase for my collection.”

“Uh-huh. That still doesn’t tell me where we’re going—And I can’t be gone long! The deliveries will be arriving in two hours, I want to make sure the ballroom and backyard are ready for set-up.”

“They are more than ready and you know it—Get in the car.” He chased the insistence by holding the car door open for you. You hesitated, glancing back toward the house before you reluctantly climbed in. You’re warmed by the way he grinned, then hurried around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

You buckled up before sliding down in your seat a little. Even as he drove you through the scenic roadways, your mind was still set on what you could remember on the clipboard. You’d need the quilts taken down from the linen cabinet—people had complained about the evening chill at the party last year…You’d need to put the champagne somewhere that would be easily accessible to the servers—Javi and his friends went through it like it’s water, especially during the holidays…

“Come on.”

Javi’s gentle insistence snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked a little, looking around to find that Javi had pulled the car into a small lot by the beach.

“...I hope you don’t expect me to go swimming,” You warned, watching him round the car again.

“Of course not. It is far too cold for that. Come,” He urged, holding the door open for you and waving you out. You hesitated before doing as he asked. Your stomach fluttered as Javi took hold of your hand, drawing you toward the beach. You did your best not to drag your feet, despite the fact that your nerves were still buzzing around your head, and your mind was still back at the house. Javi stopped halfway to the water, plopping down and tugging you to sit beside him.

“What are we doing here.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Javi—”

“Please?”

You glanced over at him, and melted a touch at his pleading expression. You sighed softly before you nodded, facing forward and closing your eyes. This was just as well; you could practically see your clipboard behind your eyes.

Quilts…Champagne…Gift bags…

The shushing of waves pushing onto the shore began to fill your ears. You found yourself drawing in slow, steady breaths, your body growing less and less tense.

“Is that better?” Javi asked softly after a few minutes of peace.

“...Yes.” You were loathe to admit it. “Thank you.”

You felt Javi take hold of your hand, sandwiching it warmly between his. You smiled at the feeling, and opened your eyes, looking down at your joined hands. You rested your other hand atop his.

“You always become so tense around the holidays,” He murmured.

“I don’t mean to turn into such a Grinch.”

“You’re not a Grinch,” Javi insisted softly. “You work very hard. I just don’t want you to forget to have a little fun now and again.”

“I know.”

“...If you like, I’ll drive you back to the house now.”

You bit your lip, gently sliding your hands back from Javi’s. You scooched a little closer, curling your arms around his and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Maybe in a few minutes…If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course…We could take the whole hour, even.”

“Let’s not get crazy.”

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#Javi Gutierrez x Reader #Javi Gutierrez x You #Javi G x Reader #Javi G x You #Resting Grinch Face

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eywaseclipse · 1 year ago

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I Thought I Lost You*

Characters: oc Tanywral and Jake

Synopsis: You directly disobey your mate and leader during a recon and you almost pay with your life, and in return you need to be punished

Warnings: This is really just pure smut lol so no minors 18+ only content ahead

Word Count: 2k

Today’s assignment was simple. You were part of the scouters team. Spotting bogies from a distance and calling them into your leader during a recon mission. Your now bloodied form regretting your impulsive decisions. You limp your way to to the team, head down in shame. Your leader practically seething at the sight of you. You knew as his mate it was ignorant to disobey his direct orders, but as your Olo’eyktan, you might as well start begging on your knees for forgiveness right now while you can.

Earlier During Mission

You call in 2 bogies to your leader through your neck comms, while scouting above, you and your Ikran soaring over the warriors at a safe distance. You look to your team member Marali, as she dips to the sky descending down to call in another missile. Your heart clenches as you watch your mate mow down the warships with his gun. Pride swells in your chest, but you can’t help but feel the desire to assist him, even with direct orders to stay away from the fight. The ships keep rolling in, swarming around your clan members, as they bravely fight off most of the fire. Your eyes widen as you see a stray ship close in on Jake, while he’s on the mother ship readying his grenades. Your mate instincts guiding your actions, you command Oare, to dive into where the ship is approaching.

You ready your bow, with no hesitation releasing it into the chest of the pilot. The ship falls into the wreckage below setting ablaze to the metal. “Ma’Jake!” You scream into the air as another one of your arrows hits the gunman who’s line of sight is the back of Jake’s head. He whips to you, gasping that you’re down here when you’re supposed to be spotting. His grenades go off, as you both jump to your Ikrans. The impact of the grenade hitting you just right, as you’re a millisecond too late. The grenade wasn’t close enough for lethal damage, but you knew a second degree burn when you saw one. You wince in pain as your Ikran takes you to safety. You keep assisting for your team, when you hear through your comms, “Tani what the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be spotting bogies!?” Jake’s Ikran now next to yours as you draw your bow. “Ma’Jake, there’s too many, let me help!” He doesn’t have the luxury of time, so he regrettably nods, allowing you to stay in the fight. Both of you working in sync taking down the enemy with the rest of your team. You fought bravely, killing all your targets, weaving through the rounds of bullets with cunning expertise. You were one of your clan’s mightiest warriors.

Your group was settling on the high ground rock clearing, as you dismount from your Ikran limping. Jake immediately rushes to your side, his personal feelings shoved down for a fleeting moment. “Hey, look at me, are you hurt?” His frantic eyes scanning your entire body. You’re lucky all you’re walking away with is a few burns and scratches. You bring your hand to his face to help reassure him. “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry Jake.” You head hanging in shame. His heart squeezes at the defeat in your voice, but he can’t allow this to go unpunished. You watch as your leader debriefs the mission with your warriors, zoning out, dreading the impending conversation with him. “Alright dismissed.” You try and make your way to the medical tent when you hear him beckon you. “Tanywral, a word.”

You slowly turn your head, eyes meeting his. He’s practically fuming with anger. You slowly walk towards him, tail between your legs, and ears pinned. “You wanna tell me what the hell that was out there? Disobeying my direct orders, and almost getting yourself killed?” His nostrils flaring in frustration at you. “Jake, I- I was just trying to help.” You respond in a small voice. He knew you saved him, but it doesn’t change the fact that you disobeyed orders from your leader. “I thought I lost you.” He says teary eyed. You both stare at each other in silence. “But I can’t let this go unpunished.” His demeanor changing back to his old self. His stature hardens, as he quickly grabs your hand and mounts on Bob, both of you flying out together.

You don’t even have the courage to ask him where he’s taking you. Just riding in silence as the night sky and wind caress your face. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, feeling Jake’s strong hand across your stomach. He rubs his thumb in slow circles on your abs, causing your breath to hitch ever so slightly. Even with him mad at you, he can’t help but melt into your touch. His chin in the nook of your neck, breathing hot breaths into your skin. Your trance is broken as you jerk yourself awake at the sound of Bob mounting on the branches. When did I even fall asleep? You ask yourself. Jake reaches out to you, helping you off to the branches, leading you down the mossy covered wood. You instantly recognized where he’s taken you, when a glossy body of water catches your eyes. Lovers Lake. A mystical lake your elders would tell you about during festivals and the myth of its healing properties was basically legend among your people. Rumors of mated pairs first making the bond, the first Toruk Makto washing his wounds in the water after leading his people to victory.

Your eyes glowing with wonder, you feel a light tug. Your eyes meet Jake’s, and just for a second there’s a small glimmer of sadness. “The people say these waters possess healing abilities. I believed for a second today, you were a goner.” His eyes now watering. You wince at his words, the guilt weighing down on you like a rock. Your hands cup his face lightly, “You can never truly lose me Jake.” As you whisper to your mate. He brings his forehead to yours, both of your breaths finding sync. After a few moments, you feel your hand being pulled toward the glowing water. The bioluminescent liquid instantly providing relief for your muscles, gaping wounds, and aching body. You release a whimper of satisfaction as your mate washes your hair, and caked blood from your skin. A wave of heat making its way through your body. The waters gently healing you, like the legend said.

You feel Jake’s hands caress your braids softly, massaging your scalp as well. “What you did today was reckless. You compromised the mission. You know what happens to bad girls?” He whispers into your ear. His breath making you shiver, sends electrical currents down your entire spine. “They get punished.” You feel his big hands scoop your ass causing your legs to instinctively wrap around his waist. Your breath stops, as you’re being lifted out of the water, still clinging to him as he makes his way to the plush glowing grass. He puts you down on your feet, circling around you like a Thanator stalks its prey. “Hands on the tree babygirl.” He orders you. You wouldn’t dare defy Jake a second time, this isn’t your mate. This is Toruk Makto speaking to you. “Good girl.”

You feel a sharp tug on your tail causing you to gasp from contact. It’s not enough to hurt you, but it sends a ripple of excitement through your body. The strings to your loincloth are untied, as you lay bare to the man behind you, tail now flicking with adrenaline. Your pussy is already soaked, the dark spot evident on your loincloth now crumpled on the ground between your shaking legs. You feel wet kisses on the back of your neck, making their way down your shoulder, and in between your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you smell so good Muntxate mate.” You whimper at his dark voice, this side of Jake arousing your senses. “I’m gonna show you how a real warrior fucks princess.” Your eyes roll back to your head. “Remember the safe word pretty girl?” You feel his calloused fingers rub slow circles on your clit preventing a response. All you could do was whine. “Tanywral!” He shocks your haze. “Yes Jake!” You squeal as you feel his fingers pick up their pace. He’s taunting you, punishing his mate. You knew he wasn’t going to let you cum yet, no not this easily.

“You call me sir tonight Yawne beloved, understood?” He’s completely under the trance of his primal instincts, no longer your loving mate. You’re desperate for a release. You squint your eyes, humping his fingers now, bucking into his hand. You hear his dark chuckle in your ear. “Fuck you don’t know what you do to me baby, but you gotta work for it. BEG.” He removes his fingers from your gushing pussy, instantly causing a whimper to release from you. You’re practically heaving from the sudden lack of contact. “Ple-please. Sir.” Your legs begin to shake from adrenaline, as you hear him laugh dryly. “Please sir, what?”

He taunts you some more, bucking his bulge into your ass, rubbing his loincloth against your soaking pussy. “Please make me cum sir!” You cry into the tree trunk, feeling his bulge send you over the edge. He rips off his own loincloth in one motion, shoving his cock into your slick walls, with no warning. The intense motion, causing you to almost black out in pleasure. His pace is fast and violent. He pounds into you fiercely as he brings a hand back to your clit rubbing faster circles. Your body immediately succumbing to his tough, convulses with extreme euphoria. “Agh! Sir! I’m cum-cumming! Fuck!” You scream with uneven breaths, as his merciless pounding continues the brutal pace. “That’s right baby let go. Fuck!” He screams chasing his own orgasm, fighting the urge to cum into you right there. Your moans making it difficult to keep his pace he spins you around, wrapping one leg around his waist. You catch sight of him for the first time, and you meet his eyes. Now completely blown with primal lust, his pupils now taking up the entire space of his eyes. Your own vision spotting from pleasure, with hooded eyes you risk breaking his violent trance, by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and slamming him into a kiss. It’s messy and violent. Your teeth clash into his as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, causing a loud moan into his. This sends him over the edge, feeling your pussy clench down on him, as you chase your second orgasm. “Fuck! Look at you baby! Taking me so well pretty girl!”

You moan into his neck, sinking your fangs into his plush skin overwhelmed with ecstasy. “Fuck, the only way you’re gonna listen to me is if you’re not out on that battlefield huh!?” What was he saying? You think to yourself through your cloud of pleasure. “M’Gonna fill you up babygirl. Knock you right up. Fill you with my seed.” He snaps his hips into yours, hitting your sweet spot. “Sir! Fuck!” You scream in pleasure. “Gonna make you my little cumdump. You like that?” His pelvis grinds into your swollen clit deliciously, enough for your second orgasm to flood over you like a crashing wave. Your fingernails dig into your mate’s skin harshly as you cum violently. Spots now dancing in your eyes. The euphoria rippling across your body, you feel Jake still fucking you fast and hard. He’s trying to get another orgasm out of you. A man of resolve and patience, he’s been holding out just so he can tease you enough to teach you a lesson.

“You gonna take my babies!? Your belly swollen with my child. Yeah maybe then you’ll listen to your leader huh?” His thrusts now completely erratic. “I said you gonna thump take thump my babies?” Thump. Each thrust harder than the first. His own climax reaching its finish, as he throws his head back in bliss. “Fuck! Yes sir! I want your babies, please! Fill me up!” You scream feeling your third orgasm crashing down on you. You quickly reach back to his kuru and use your other hand to get your own. Making the bond, your pleasure shoots straight into Jake causing him to gasp in euphoric bliss. His seed spilling into your empty womb, completely filling you up. Your pussy clenches down on him violently, as your slick coats his cock with your own pleasure. You scream into his neck slumping into his body.

Both of your breathing in sync again, heaving with adrenaline. Your skin covered in sweat, your pores feel like they’re on fire. Jake grabs you, sliding down the tree holding you close. You straddle your mate, still bonded through Tsaheylu, you feel his anguish now settling into his body. The thought of almost losing you today crushing his soul. You feel his strong arms envelope you as if he’s afraid to let go. You caress his hair sending comfort to him like the warmth of the sun on your skin. With his breath evening out he begins to calm down. “I would never forgive myself if you died because of me Tanywral.” Feeling his tears on your skin. “I know Ma’Jake. But I will never apologize for protecting my mate.” Your eyes meeting each other, understanding his fear of losing you, and him knowing that your duty as a mate meant life or death with you. You bring his hand to your chest. “You have strong heart Jake. You would never truly lose me my love.” A small smile forms on his face. Taking your thumbs to wipe away his tears. “I suppose being pregnant would prevent me from going into battle for a bit though.” You slyly say. He looks to you and laughs a breathy chuckle. “Yeah I suppose so, huh sweetheart?” His heart swelling at the thought of you carrying his child. You both lay there, embracing the intimacy of the night. The bioluminescence on your skin and nature around you lighting up the night.

Update: wow I forgot how bad this was lol. I wrote this extremely high back in like March. I’ll revise it soon. 🫠��😵‍💫

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