#I bet it was a bucket list thing for him

[tinydefector]

Every single day I think about your post about bots being freaky xenophiles about humans it is my Roman empire

Heheheh I'm glad you guys like it but here's some other funny ideas I have of humans being stupid little creatures forgetting that the bots are literally Alien robots.

- getting smoochy with one of the Bots and attempting to fondle them, you slap their headlight and their horn honks, scaring not only you but the bot themself, it kinda ruins the mood but it's worth the laugh afterwards.

- specifically an Optimus Prime one. Having to tell this bot to get a power wash before he's allowed to sleep with you becuase God forbid you have to lay beside him because all you can smell is diesel and it makes your stomach churn so badly. He will grumble about it but if it means he gets to cuddle and hold you of a night you can bet your boots he is squeaky clean. (Also leads to alot of bathroom fun)

- taking any of the speedsters to a show and shine, it's like a fuckin car porn show and the bots are just stunned. Rodimus is having the time of his life literally having humans touching every inch of him as they admire his paint and engine. He loves it even more when you get the bucket of water out. It becomes something he regularly ask you to go do with him becuase he loves having you dressed up all nice and showing him off. In more than one way the praise really makes him feel worth it. He loves having you lean into his engine bay asking if he's alright, asking to just let them know when he wants to go. And this bot treats you to a nice beach side date after. (He has every local show and shine dated) other bots who love this consist of. Tracks, Jazz, Mirage, Knockout(he likes making Breakdown Jealous. Get cucked in the back row)

-rust, it is ratchets most hated thing to deal with because of how corrosive it is to their frames, and trying to find something on earth that works well enough to clear it off so he can do surgerys leads him to the humans gifting him a large thing of Coca-Cola, it works just as well as clean cutter (cybertronian rust remover), when he realises the ingredients are very similar it makes life so much easier until he catches The humans drinking it and he nearly has a spark attack trying to make them regurgitate it. It leads to him finding out that humans casually drink it when they really shouldn't.

- the bugs and insect carnage left in the bots grills, windshield and just small gaps. The horror on one of the humans face when they kiss their bot and then that taste the nastness of dead bugs. Or them enjoying laying on their bot and then a spider crawls out of a gap, scurring right towards them. It leads to the bots regularly getting washes alot more that they ever would have on cybertron, and it's time each bot loves so much. Becuase it develops into pull sized bathtubs, power washing, polished and just proper care given to them.

Here's also a collection of new things humans do that become kinks or fetishes for the bots.

- cleaning/ washing,

- panel beating and repairs

-causal car maintenance

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[whump-imagines]

Stomach Flu

Buddie x reader

Wc: 1700 ish

You laid in bed trying desperately to fall asleep. Some kind of stomach flu had found you and was clearly trying to kill you. All night you’d been fighting blankets because you'd be hot and then freezing and then hot again. And when you'd thought maybe you'd gotten comfortable the nausea would hit.

The toilet was your new best friend. You’d spent a decent amount of time clinging to the bowl for dear life. It was worse than any bad night of drinking you had ever had.

So now you were momentarily a comfortable temperature and not as nauseous so you didn't dare move as you begged for sleep to come.

Next thing you know the bed is jostled aggressively as Buck jumps onto the mattress and asks, “You're still in bed?”

The sudden movement sends a jolt of pain through your skull and nearly causes you to puke. You launch yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. Falling to your knees, you empty the non-existent contents of your stomach.

Eddie is knelt beside you a moment later. He takes your hair in one hand and rubs your back with the other.

“Ugh. My best friend, we meet again,” you mumble into the toilet bowl.

“Again?” Eddie asks. “What do you mean again?”

Rolling your forehead across the arm supporting your head, you glance at him and notice Buck in the doorway. “Well this is like the thousandth time I've been here since yesterday. I think I'm dying.”

Eddie runs his hand over your head then presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “Baby, why didn't you call us?”

“You were working. I didn't think I needed help puking my guts out.”

“One of us could have come home,” Buck says. “Or we could have brought supplies home.”

“Supplies?”

“Soup, Tylenol, tissues, maybe…” Buck listed.

“I'd just puke it back up. Everything in comes right back out.”

“Alright, are you done for now? Do you want head back to bed?” Eddie asks.

“Moving makes me more nauseous. And my head hurts.”

“Have you had any water?” Eddie asks.

“Tried. Failed.” You lean back and the world spins. “This sucks.”

Eddie shifts you so you can relax back into him. “I bet. We're going to get you back into bed and get a bucket so you don't have to come lay on the floor in here anymore. Okay?”

“‘Kay.” You snuggle into him, enjoying his warmth.

Eddie manages to get up and lift you without too much jostling. “Can you go lay on the bed and I'll give her to you?” He asks Buck.

“Okay.” You hear the jingle of Buck’s belt and then the clank of it hitting the floor. Next, your set gently on the bed cuddled close to Buck, his arm your pillow.

“You're warm,” you announce and you press yourself even closer and move your head into his chest.

“I'll be back soon,” Eddie says. “Try to get some sleep if you can.”

You whine, not wanting him to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the station. We need an IV kit, fluids, zofran, and probably Tylenol.”

“I don't want an IV.”

“Sweetheart, you're very dehydrated,” Eddie explains. “If you can't keep down water then you need the IV.”

You sigh. “Fine.”

Buck chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Eddie leans over and kisses your head then a quick parting kiss to Buck’s lips. “Love you guys. I'll be quick.”

“We love you, too.” Buck says.

A minute later you hear Eddie’s keys jingle and then the front door open and close.

“Sorry I woke you like that earlier.”

You snort a laugh. “Not your fault, you didn't know.”

He runs his fingers up and down your side and shoulder in random patterns. “Try to sleep,” he suggests.

“Can you tell me a story?” you ask.

“What kind of story?”

“I don't care. It's just soothing to hear you talk,” you tell him. “Might help me sleep.”

He starts to tell you all about flamingos because he knows how much you love them. He explains everything from how they get their color to their migration patterns and before long you feel yourself sinking into a peaceful sleep.

You wake to the sounds of Buck and Eddie laughing. You can tell they’re trying to be quiet but the giggles are shaking you and the whole bed. “What's so funny?”

“Crap. Sorry, we didn't mean to wake you,” Buck says.

“It's fine. I need to pee anyway.” You shift to roll onto your back but end up leaned against Eddie. “You didn't tell me what was funny.”

“Just a dumb video on TikTok,” Eddie explains. “How're you feeling?”

You take a moment to consider your answer. Your head still hurts but not as much. You still have nausea but it's much more bearable. “Shitty, but kind of better.”

Buck rolls and then stands before offering you a hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” You reach over to take his hand, noticing the IV line for the first time. “I slept through that?”

“Bathroom,” Buck answers.

“Exhaustion will do that,” Eddie answers your second question.

Buck helps you up and your muscles protest the change in position. He wraps an arm around your waist as you sway slightly.

You take a deep breath and blow it out. “I'm good. Let's go.”

Eddie stands and grabs the bag of fluids you hadn't noticed hanging on a command hook on the wall.

All three of you head to the bathroom together and as you sit you look around. “I like this view of the bathroom much better than the other.”

“I prefer this, too,” Eddie says. “Especially the knowing you're not as dehydrated.”

“Yeah, you already look so much better than this morning,” Buck adds.

You slowly make your way back to the bed and as you're making yourself comfortable you catch a glimpse of the clock. “Holy crap! How is it almost 11?”

They both just chuckle. “That's what happens when you sleep for three hours,” Eddie explains.

“I think that's more sleep than I got total all night. Guess I needed a better pillow,” you laugh as you look at Buck.

“You could have had that all night if you'd called us. I'm going to go make you some soup,” Buck announces as he leaves the room.

“I'm not hungry.”

Eddie sits down beside you. “You have to try a few bites at least, okay?”

You pout at him. “I don't want to puke anymore.”

“You shouldn't. I gave you some zofran,” he tries to sooth you.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes “But you better have that bucket close by.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “It's on the floor right here, but you're not going to need it.”

“You're awfully optimistic given that I'm still nauseous.”

“You said you felt better,” he chastises. “Is it still as bad?”

Leaning back into him, you explain, “I said I feel shitty. Shitty is better than feeling like death. I'm less nauseous, but still nauseous.”

“I'm sorry you feel shitty,” he intertwines his fingers with yours and lifts it to kiss your knuckles. “The soup should help you feel less shitty. Hopefully you're just nauseous because you have nothing in your system. So just try a few bites, okay?”

Buck returns with a tray in his hands. “I have soup, the old fashioned chicken noodle just like you like. I also have saltine crackers, oyster crackers, sprite, and water.” He sets the tray in front of you and then leans in to kiss you.

You pull away quickly. “Don't kiss me. You'll catch this plague.”

“I'll risk it.”

You lift the spoon and drink a spoonful of the broth and then you pause, waiting for the nausea to get worse. When it doesn't, you continue slowly with more broth and then eventually the noodles and a couple crackers.

Eventually you manage to eat almost half the soup and a few sips of water before you set the spoon down. “I'm done. I can't handle any more right now.”

“That's fine. You ate way more than I expected,” Eddie says.

Buck takes the water and sprite off the tray and sets them on the bedside table before taking the rest away.

“Can I have my hand back yet?” You lift the hand with the IV line and give him your best pouty face.

He shakes his head. “No. I will unhook the fluids when that bag is gone but I want to keep the IV lock for now until we're sure you're going to keep all that down.”

You roll your eyes. “Fiiiiine.”

He laughs. “Do you want me to have to poke you again if you do puke more?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “No.”

“Thought so.” He boops your nose. “Glad to see you're feeling better.”

Buck returns and snuggles in beside you on the bed. “You want to pick a movie to nap through?”

You smiled and they both groaned. “Sleeping Beauty! Oh, wait, Enchanted… no, I actually want to be awake for that. Sleeping Beauty for sure.”

“Why do you make us watch princess movies when you know you're only going to watch ten minutes?” Buck complained.

“Because it's fun.” You shrugged. “Plus, then I get to dream I'm a princess.”

Buck raises an eyebrow. “Are you saying that if we switch to football as soon as you're asleep you're going to dream about that?”

“Probably.”

“Sleeping Beauty on one condition…” Eddie started.

“What?” you asked.

“Next time you get sick while we're at work, you call us immediately.”

“No,” you argued. “Because there won't be a next time. This is awful. I don't want a repeat.”

“Fine. If! If by some small chance it happens or if you just get the sniffles… you call.”

“Deal.”

Eddie gets the movie set up and you make yourself comfortable. This time you use Eddie as a body pillow and Buck drapes his arm over your waist.

The movie starts and you almost instantly feel yourself drifting. “Love you guys.” You mumble as you close your eyes.

They chorus an “I love you too,” as you fall into a dreamless slumber.

[flailypichu]

Fun things about the last 8 minutes of Doctor Odyssey:

-When Tristan says he wants to fall in love it flashes to Max

-Right after Tristan puts three-way on his bucket list and they move to Avery's, she pauses and then asks if they can walk because she's cold. The next scene picks up with them in the lobby, which means they didn't continue the conversation until then. I bet she was pondering whether or not to put three-way on her list as well. She's the one who initiates things, and right after she says it Max and Tristan keep talking in the background and the camera lingers on her face, considering.

-When they get to Max's room he immediately puts on music, which I guess you can do for parties as well, but it's soft background music, which (in my experience) is for..other things.

-Tristan is the one who brings up the threesome possibly being on Max's list, and as pointed out by other people he's also the one who asks if there was another guy involved in the one Max had.

-Max says he's very good friends with both of the threesome participants to this day, what do we bet they show up at some point and Avery and Tristan get jealous?

-Even though Avery is the one to bring it up, neither Max or Tristan show any surprise when she does, meaning they were both thinking about it

-When Tristan gets up to go to Avery, Max's eyes follow him, and are not focused on Avery

-Tristan on the other hand, seems mostly focused on Avery once he knows it's an option. Possibly because he's been into her for years and only known Max for six weeks.

That's all I've got, these are mostly notes for me, but wow that's a lot. Excited to start this new journey with all of you.

[youronlydarlin]

warning: kinda sad ANGST, Simon losses you :( , ooc kinda?? But he's soft for you only, trust me bro

This was kinda inspired by that one part in the comics where our poor, Si holds his mums skull, n he jus'... Kinda nuzzles into it. I dunno it just bought on some sad feeling, mkay...

Simon who slightly raises the cup of tea he's drinking each time he has one, just to let you know he's relaxing. Or trying his best too, at least. Doesn't know what he'll do if he worried you from beyond the grave. Sometimes he looks at all the belongings you left behind. Saying how they probably miss you, but not nearly as much as he does.

Unlike some, Simon uses your things. He doesn't want the house to go through the pain of loosing you too. So he drinks from your mug, and sits on your chair. Reads your favorite books, but never takes out the book marks in case you want to continue reading them. He also completes your bucket list for you, and even though he's the one doing them he always whispers 'good job, to the wind, hoping they'll carry the messenge to you.

Simon who speaks to your framed pictures. He remembers each, and every memory behind them. "Bet your happy... Now it'll always be my turn to grab the 'bloody groceries.." he jests. He hopes that one made you laugh. Knowing you, you would've. It's a mystery how you always laughed at his lame jokes. Though your laugh's always been better than the awful punchlines.

Simon who passes by that cafe you bugged him to go with you to, and he feels his throat go dry. He never got to take you there because of a sudden call from Price, telling him about an urgent, albeit sudden, mission. He definitely regrets not taking you out on dates more often. There's so many shops opening that he knows you would've loved to see.

Simon who's heart breaks at how quickly the world turns without you. Everything's moving so quickly, leaving him behind like it's already moved on, and he hates it. He hates how there's less clothes to fold now. Food is served, but only for one. The taste of it is flavorless, and dry. It's times like these, that he wishes he should have took the time and learn your recipes.

But what's worse, is that your side of the bed is cold. And it'll remain that way forever. At times he'll reach for you absentmindedly. Nightmares about war traded for dreams about you, but during those dreamless nights where sleep doesn't visit he'll stroke your pillow the same way he'd do to keep your hair out of your face, and pull the covers over the empty space you once occupied. He wonders if it's cold where you are right now. But just know that he's always willing to warm you up if ever you come back.

Simon who...

Stands at the doorway. Bag slinged over his shoulder, full of everything he needs and more for deployment. He knows he can't leave without properly saying goodbye, so he fishes out his wallet, and digs out a picture of you. He holds it up to his face, and it's funny. How you're not even staring at the camera when the photo was taken. No, you were staring at him. This one's always been his favorite. So he clears his throat, and wishes you don't hear the slight shake in his tone.

"..By now you would've told me to be careful.. And I will, by the way. But, m' sorry for all the times I didn't...'

....

" I have to go now. Don't need them gettin' on my ass for 'being late.. so.."

....

"..You just rest now, ok, love? There's nothing else for you to worry about' anymore. I love you, always. Wish me, and the boys luck, yeah?.."

He gives a light kiss to your photo, and it's as if you're with him when he steps outside the door..

a/n: This was a challenge to write, and I don't know what to feel about the results. I'm just polishing my english, I guess. M'not good at writing angst, you can probably tell, also my grammar feels off on this one, again. English isn't my first language, sorry. So please correct me on any mistakes I've made! But putting all that aside, I hope you like this more than I do! And, always remember that you are loved, and cared for! Have an amazing day, my darlings!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[kendrysaneela]

Okay so I wanna talk about Max’s relationship to queerness as we’ve seen on the show so far.

Starting with the gay quiz scene. Avery and Tristan show they are clearly willing to acknowledge queer culture and find a place in it even if they don’t yet identify as queer at this point in the show

Max is willing to acknowledge queer culture and respect it BUT he will only do so in the most manly of ways such as calling himself a jock and refusing Daddy that everyone else is calling him

I think this is illuminating since Avery and Tristan are both fully willing to continue with their throuple arrangement whereas Max was covering his face and refusing to even acknowledge it as a possibility.

I feel like this really plays into their throuple dynamics and how Avery and Tristan are fully into being a throuple (Avery is the most enthusiastic but Tristan also had no problem with being in a throuple before he was rejected by Max and shown by Avery that she was only really interested if it was the three of them)

And the thing about Max and queerness is he is seemingly no stranger to it he just represses it or hides it or rejects it every time it comes up somehow.

Then there’s the fact that he’s had a threesome before but refuses to talk about it.

We don’t know the genders of the people in that threesome but still. It’s interesting how Max had a threesome in the past and basically coaxes Tristan and Avery into asking about it.

Also Max is the one who brought Tristan and Avery back to his room AND Max just like Tristan and Avery put have a good threesome on his bucket list.

Not to mention him joining the threesome with very little convincing just one stare from Tristan, one stare from Avery and bro was on board. But then YET AGAIN he makes a pact for them to never speak of it again. I bet you the pact was Max’s idea.

His CLEAR crush on Ken whether he was aware of it or not. His flirty attitude towards Tristan in the pilot (probably not conscious but it was there)

He does these little forays into queerness and then immediately rears back. And we know as a person just from his general character he’s very repressed and we know that the whole reason he even came onto The Odyssey is for work life balance and for joy and new experiences like seeing the world. Adventure essentially is what he’s looking for. Life as he said. But yet he has to be pulled into adventure kicking and screaming every time. Avery and Tristan telling him the beach party was okay and having to convince him to go in the first place, Rosie and Corey trying to convince him to go to a party in episode 8. Once again the fact that even though he was CLEARLY on board with the threesome he still had to be coaxed into admitting it.

Cause here’s the thing about Max. He wants to broaden his horizons SO bad!!! But that takes work and effort and bravery and most importantly, NOT INTELLECTUALIZING YOUR EMOTIONS. (And as we saw from his reaction to Avery’s pregnancy he sees emotions as problems he needs to solve instead of things he needs to feel or examine) But Max is terrified of doing that. He wants to broaden his horizons but he’s terrified to do so. So he just does these little jumps in and out of his horizons where he’ll jump out for a second and then jump right back in. That’s why he did the threesome had fun with it and then essentially shoves himself right back into his little box and says that he doesn’t wanna do it again even though he literally acknowledges it was wonderful.

The reason Max is repressed is because he’s terrified of what he’ll find if he actually looks inward. But oh my goodness does he want to find out what’s inside of him so bad that’s why he does stuff like have a threesome with Avery and Tristan but break it off even though he enjoyed it. Actually does go to the parties and have fun at them and a bunch of the other random stuff he does. But every time he breaks out of his bubble just a little bit he panics and shoves himself back in again. He’s just not currently willing to do the work to learn what’s inside of him cause he’s afraid of what he’ll find. BUT HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HE’LL FIND SO BAD!!!

[pumpkinpastiesandcoffee]

Bucket List Fantasy

Rin Matsuoka x Male x Sousuke Yamazaki ... 18+

Summary: When a question about bucket lists turns into acting out a fantasy, who are you to question how you got here? Words: 2911 Warnings: NSFW obviously, unprotected

A/N: Free! has its claws in me again! and I just could not get this idea out of my head. Also wrote in a different style, it felt like it flowed more naturally than reader insert so we'll see how it goes x

~MDNI~

It was a month before the tournament season started again which is why you shouldn’t have allowed yourself to be splayed out on your boyfriend’s bunk, scrolling absently through your phone. You probably should be training, no, you definitely should be training, but it felt like forever since you’d seen Rin and you missed him so, so very much. Although you had to admit that as much as you wish you were on the Samezuka swim team with him, it was probably for the best you were on the Iwatobi team as training with Rin all the time would be, distracting, to sat the least. Speaking of the maroonette, he still hadn’t returned to his dorm and your patience was dwindling. In your mood of missing him you’d gotten yourself comfortable by swapping out your clothes for one of his sweatshirts which was just a bit too big for your smaller frame. You stood a few inches shorter than him and despite being a swimmer yourself, had a lither frame, although it worked in your favor as combined with your high endurance you had the perfect combination for 400m races.   

The sound of talking as the door to the dorm swung open is what had you rolling onto your side, beaming as Rin and his roommate Sousuke walked in. Rin was quick to drop his gear the side as he saw you, damn near diving onto the bed as he draped himself over you with a tired groan, peppering your face with kisses making you laugh. Sousuke rolled his eyes, abandoning his own gear as he called a hello over to you, snorting when all he got in response was a muffled ‘hey’ and your hand waving above Rin’s shoulder.

Like most of your visits to the dorm, you’d ended up in Rin’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting atop your head with Sousuke sat beside the two of you, laptop sat between as you watched a movie. You weren’t overly interested in it but as the characters talked about dumb things they want to do for bucket lists you found yourself tipping your head to the side and wondering aloud. “Hm, what would you have on your bucket list?” Rin pressed a kiss to your crown with a laugh, shrugging as he looked over at his friend, “Dunno, swim the Olympics? Travel I guess.” Sousuke had an unsure expression on his features as he replied too, “Probably about the same.” The scoff you let out had them looking over at you in amusement.

“That’s it? Nothing specific?” You motioned to the laptop as you continued, “I mean even those idiots have some interesting things on their list.” Sousuke frowned at that, eyeing the laptop with a wry expression and nervous laugh, “Most of theirs are sex based so define interesting.” Rin however was grinning, he’d dipped his head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he hummed, “Ohh, are we asking about a naughty, fantasies bucket list hm? Bold.” His voice had lowered and reverberated through your mind making you warm, eyes flickering nervously to your friend who seemed to be rather tense now. Rin wasn’t easily embarrassed by sex and while you were pretty happy to talk about things with him, you were sure Sousuke was quite different, hell, he usually blushes at sex scenes in movies.

“I didn’t mean it like that Rin, sorry Sousuke” you’d pouted but Rin was not about to let go of this and he chuckled. “Aww, don’t apologise to him, he doesn’t mind. Plus, I bet he has some very, interesting, fantasies in that head of his.” Rin was always teasing, always and while his friend was used to it, he still found himself turning pink. “I know one of yours is a threesome hm? I’d have to agree with that, although I’m not sure if I’m willing to share that perfect little a-” He’d been cut off as you turned around in his lap and slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling his lips pull into a smirk before he ran his tongue along your palm and laughing as you pulled back. “You’re shameless Y’know that” you huffed at him and he’d been quick to kiss you before shrugging nonchalantly “So what, it’s just us and Sousuke.”

Speaking of the young man who was still sat beside you, albeit rather awkwardly now, you turned to apologise to him again however your apology was quickly drowned out by Rin, “What about you man? Reckon you’d ever want to have a threesome?” His tone was leading and you realised where this was going. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it, hell, you and Rin had even talked about it but to bring it up now, like this? You were sure your boyfriend was unhinged. Sousuke’s blue eyes had widened and turned to the two of you, he knew, he knew exactly what Rin was getting at and it had his breath hitching. He found himself shifting uncomfortably although instead of the previous awkwardness he felt, it was now the sudden tightness of his pants and the awareness that the room had gotten so much hotter than before and damn if he hadn’t thought about it either. Well, he was somewhat indifferent to Rin’s participation but your pretty soft lips wrapped around him? Yeah, he’d thought about it.

The tension had gotten so thick your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, the lack of an answer worrying you and making you nervously pipe up, wanting to find a way to spare him, “S’okay Sousuke, you don’t need to answer that, I think I might head off though.” To your surprise though he finally spoke, a somewhat choked out response, “wait, stay…I, yeah, I reckon I’d want to” He watched the owlish look overtake your features as you turned your attention back to him, those beautiful eyes so wide with surprise it only made his discomfort grow. Rin however was grinning, already growing hard beneath you and he pressed his lips to your pulse point before trailing them up to your ear as he spoke in a husky tone, “Y’know what to do bunny, give us a show.”

He was right, you did know what to do and you leant forward and crawled on all fours towards Sousuke who was so still you wondered if touching him would make him crumble. As your fingers came to brush over the now visible tent in his pants, he shuddered, and you smiled up at him, sitting back on your knees to slowly, teasingly, undo the button and slide down the zip of his pants. Pushing the fabric down you leant back towards him, lips brushing his jaw before descending down his covered chest, enjoying how his breathing seemed to shake under your attention. Finally, your lips pressed against his cock, even through the fabric of his underwear you could feel how hot he was. Eyes flitting back up to meet his, you tucked your fingers under the fabric before pulling down and freeing him, tucking the waist band down and under his heavy balls.

Unlike Rin who was trimmed, dick smooth and long with enough girth you get to enjoy the stretch without hurting, Sousuke was untouched and your eyes followed the couple of thick veins that seemed to snake along the top before wrapping underneath. While he wasn’t quite as long as your boyfriend, he was much thicker and the saliva in your mouth seemed to suddenly coat every millimeter of space and you parted your lips, tongue sliding out to let the spit drip onto the tip of his cock. Leaning down you let your tongue trace the path the drop of saliva had run and Sousuke hissed, fingers curling into the bed as his eyes flicked to Rin, worried he’d suddenly pull you off or kick him out. Rin however was smirking, his own hand currently stroking himself through his shorts, free hand trailing along your leg and up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts before trailing back down. Needless to say, all three of you were on board and enjoying this little, fantasy.

Sousuke’s eyes returned to you with a groan as your lips wrapped around him, you’d reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before dropping your hand to his thigh to steady yourself as you began to bob your head, only taking about half of him at this point. “He likes when you pull or touch his hair,” Rin had mused, his voice had taken on that low, sultry tone but even now there was his usual playfulness as he smiled over at his friend. Gently, Sousuke reached his hand up to your head, fingers running through the soft strands, pushing them out of your face before his hand settled atop your head, that alone had earned him a low hum that vibrated through him. Tipping his head back with a groan of his own, Sousuke now tugged lightly at your hair and this time was met with something between a whimper and a moan, your hips swaying slightly which seemed to make Rin laugh. “Aw, he’s such a needy little thing, aren’t ya bunny?” your muffled hum of a response only egging him on.

Rin had decided he no longer wanted to just watch and he moved to sit up onto his knees, pushing the sweatshirt you still wore up a bit, fingers moving to pinch your nipples before rolling them between thumb and index, enjoying all the little muffled sounds you made in response. He moved his hands down, grabbing both your shorts and briefs and yanking them down with ease, loving how you parted your legs without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little puckered hole and the barely visible line that trailed down between your balls and along your shaft, disappearing entirely before the head which was already leaking pearly beads. “Look at that, he’s already so worked up just from sucking your dick Sousuke, what a little slut” He laughed, hand coming down on your ass, making you jolt and Sousuke grunt.

Rin had hopped up, picking the laptop up as he headed over to the desk, leaving it behind but returning with a tube of lube, the sound of the cap popping open as the knelt back on the bed making you whine in anticipation. Sousuke massaged your scalp, watching as you seemed encouraged to take more of him now, he could feel your throat fighting you, clenching desperately around his cock, you only had an inch or two it seemed before you’d have taken all of him, but for now you pulled back for air again. Rin had coated his index and middle finger in lube now and was pressing one digit to your entrance, snickering at how you pressed your hips back against his finger, forcing it in. “Tsk, so impatient, keep it up and I’ll skip my fingers” he tutted, free hand pinching your hip making you squirm against him, your open-mouthed kisses on Sousuke’s shaft faltering as you groaned. “Don’t need them Rin, please, just need you” and your plea was met with amusement from both him, Rin shrugging as he pulled down his own shorts and briefs, letting them fall to his knees as he smeared the lube along his cock. “If you say so bun, but don’t complain to me later if you’re sore.”

Sousuke found himself tracing his fingers down your face, index finger lifting your chin to meet his eyes as his thumb traced over your lip. Without a thought you parted them, tongue lolling out then curling around it, a deep rumble of a groan escaping him and he leant forward, pressing his lips to yours. You tasted so sweet to him, but the hint of his own precum caught up to him and he pressed his tongue further into your mouth as if searching for just your own untainted flavor. The kiss lasted until his lungs burned for air and he pulled back, smiling as you leant forward, chasing after more. Rin however was just pressing the head of cock against your ass, watching as it stretched for him, allowing him in without too much resistance, and as your lips caught Sousuke’s Rins intrusion had you moaning into his mouth. You wriggled your hips as you adjusted yourself before bring your lips back down to Sousuke’s dick, tongue lapping at the precum before taking him fully into your mouth and swallowing him in again.

Rin pressed into you until he bottomed out, his bare thighs flush to yours as he leant forward, one hand holding your hip steady while the other traced up your spine and stopped at the back of your head. He pressed down, a groan of defiance that seemed to come instinctively from within you as he did, “C’mon bunny, you can take him, you were so close before.” Sousuke swallowed thickly, watching with wide, lust blown eyes as Rin pushed you down and despite the spasms of your throat, you made it. Nose pressed flush against Sousuke’s pelvis, buried in the thick tuft of hair that forced your senses to be drowned in his scent. Rin’s fingers gently rubbed against your scalp, adoring and prideful before he let go, listening to the choked gagging sound you made as you pulled yourself off, breathing deeply. “Such a good boy for us, right Sousuke? Always so eager to please” Rin praised, pressing kisses to your shoulder before leaning back. He sounded proud, like you were a pet he trained and was showing off. Sousuke had nodded, a deep hum of agreement as he looked down at you. Both of Rin’s hands returned to your hips now but he stayed unmoving, waiting for you to continue too.

Returning your mouth to work, Rin then began to draw his hips back and forward, not slow, but not fast either, just enough to make your body rock. So, with every deep thrust into you, your mouth was forced down Sousuke’s shaft. One of your hands gripped the bed below to steady you while your other hand was now massaging his heavy balls, his deep grunts making your own cock twitch. His hand returned to your hair, switching between massaging your scalp and tugging your hair. The feeling of both your ass and throat filled like this was almost overwhelming, your brain was fuzzy and your stomach felt hot with your high encroaching on your body too and as Rin deepened your arch you felt the coil snap and you came, spilling onto the sheets below with a garbled cry and trembling legs.  

Sousuke was next to find his euphoria, the vibrations of your moan sending him over the edge, his thighs tensing as he gripped your hair a bit too tightly. He tried to stutter out a warning, unsure if he should pull you down further or push you away, but the words were choked and replaced with a deep, loud groan that had him throwing his head back as his hips jerked. Your nose met his pelvis for the final time as he filled your throat and mouth, hot and thick it coated your tongue as you desperately swallowed it down. The saltiness was mild and made it easy to take but with him still shoved so far down your throat you were having a difficult time. As if realizing this Sousuke quickly released your head, a huffed out ‘sorry’ as you came up for air, swallowing whatever was left in your mouth before letting it hang ajar as you huffed and gasped through the dissipating ripples of your orgasm, prolonged only by Rin’s thrusts.

Rin picked up his pace now, not having to worry about how his harsh thrusts moved you. His nails bit in to your hips as he fucked into you roughly, the sound of his thighs and balls slapping against your own filled the air as he chased his own release. He’d been so worked up from watching you and stroking himself that it hadn’t taken much for him to come too and you could feel him shooting those hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your name moaned loudly as he rutted into you, his body pressing down, chest to back as his teeth threatened to break the skin on your shoulder. Sousuke realised this was the source of those hickies he often sees on you and he smirked, looking down to see you staring back up at him, fucked out and panting, lips swollen. He traced his thumb up your marionette line, collecting the cum and saliva that had spilled over and pressed it to your parted lips, watching as you licked it clean without hesitation and he had to breath deep as that alone would have been enough to make him hard again. He leant down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before pulling back and using his index and thumb to pinch your chin before turning your face towards Rin who eagerly took the opportunity to kiss you in a way that had you wondering if you really needed oxygen. Your body seems to melt between Rin and Sousuke as you reach that plateau of blissful lethargy, you find yourself thinking of other bucket list fantasies you could cross off.

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Hi! Can I request a First Aid x sick (like the flu) human reader please? Thank you :D

I wish I had First Aid when I was sick. Have some light fluff~

Coughing, sneezing, groaning. None of it bothered the medic. First Aid had seen many things, fascinating and disgusting from his own kind. Many Cybertronians were disgusted by human bodily functions. Not him. He took every blow of your nose with grace, ensuring you had plenty of tissues near by. And a puke bucket. After that last little incident, he wanted to be sure.

"How is my patient today?" First Aid brings in your breakfast. Plain foods, like Ratchet recommended. The older Mech had been to earth and thus had some information.

You take one look at the food and turn over with a groan. First Aid vents.

"Come on, I need you to eat. You couldn't keep it down last night and need to stay fueled to get better." He sets the tray beside your human sized berth and leans close, nudging you. "Come on. I'll adjust the bed." The shifts it carefully to put you in a sitting position. He wouldn't lie to himself, you looked awful. Tired and exhausted. A little pale. He would have the drones help you with your hair later.

"Y/n," A digit presses to your forehead, taking your temp. Still pretty high, but better than yesterday, "Please eat, you can't take your medicine on an empty stomach.

"I'm cold." you mumble, shifting as he put an extra pillow behind you.

"I can adjust the heat of the berth for you. We don't have many blankets on board." He made a mental note to request a few things next time the ship stops planet-side.

"Thanks." You start eating, tiny little bites. First Aid stays near by, writing into his data pad. Leaned against the main berth yours is placed on. Like a Doll on a bed. "I'm bored."

The red and white Bot glances down, "Yeah, healing can be pretty boring." You give him the most pathetic expression he had ever seen. Poor thing, "Tell you what-" Metal digit scoots the bowl you pushed away a bit closer to you, "-finish up, take your meds, and I'll set up a data pad with some holo-vids. Deal?"

You groan and sigh, giving him another look. He taps the top of your head, "And drink your water too. You REALLY need that." Ratchet had made it very clear how much humans needed water, especially when sick.

A sigh, and you pick up your utensils. First Aid's mask shifts as he smiles, sending a request to rewind for something to entertain you.

"I'll be back to check on you. The drone will bring your meds when you're done." He pats your head and heads off to disinfect before checking his other patients. He had to seal with a broken digit, a missing arm, and Whirl barreling in with a pipe through his socket. How the frag he got to the med bay without a guide, he couldn't say, but First Aid would bet they could follow a trail of chaos to the origin.

Half a cycle passes before the Medic can check on you. It's calm, so he figures he can sit and talk with you for the rest of his shift. Ease some of the boredom. He grabs your chart, looking it over while he heads your way. Drones had checked your vitals through the day and he compared them to Ratchet's list of acceptable numbers.

"Well Y/n, it looks like-" He stops at the sight of you. On your tiny berth, was a pile of blankets. He almost panics before realizing the rhythmic, barely perceptible movement. First Aid steps closer, carefully, nudging and moving the blankets until he can see your face. Sleeping peacefully. His spark pulses at the sight. You still looked drained and sick, but peaceful. A murmur and you grab blinding for the blanket to recover yourself. Instead your hand lands on his digit and stays put.

Ambulon comes in to relieve his fellow Medic a mega cycle later, but First Aid remains where he is a little while longer, with you holding onto him.

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I Win, You Lose

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

Summary: In Loving Memory of Pedro Pascal, the best bachelor that ever graced the planet. He's not dead, he just got into a relationship and I'm in mourning.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, extremely delusional, socmed au, crack fic, use of y/n smh, fluff, im on my final straw, typos, etc.

A/N: listen pedro pascal is a happy pill for me and i just wanna be silly goofy so let me have this or else i will cry. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

Flickering lights. Hollering paparazzi. Click, flash, shudder. Pedro smiles through it all then is redirected to a few interviewers.

The interviewer he is redirected to beams at the sight of him, adjusting his grip on his mic, "hi! How are you?"

Pedro smiles, "I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm great! I'm so excited to see what you have in store for us, as I'm sure everyone else is," he motions to the camera.

Pedro places a hand on his heart. He thanks him, "that means a lot. I'm excited for everyone to see as well."

"Are you nervous at all?"

Pedro blows a raspberry, "I feel like I'm about to pass out any second."

He laughs, "is that the same thing you felt when you were talking to Y/N Y/L/N?"

Pedro's eyes widen a fraction. He lets out a chuckle then stills for a second before playfully slapping the man's arm. He laughs so hard that he can't respond. His face grows a bit red.

The interviewer laughs with him.

Pedro regains his wits, "I won't lie to you, my brain disconnected when she fixed my tie."

"Oh yeah," he agrees, nonchalant, "she did that to me once-"

"SHE DID?!" Pedro gasps.

"-and my- Yeah, she did-"

"When?" Pedro furrows his brows and points a finger, "right now? Right now?! You're not even wearing a tie!"

"No! No! Last time!"

"Well," he purses his lips and raises his brows, "hate to break it to ya, but she fixed my tie, like, 5 seconds ago." He rolls his eyes.

The interviewer raises his hands, "you're right. You win."

"Yes, that's correct."

Y/N Y/L/N poses with Pedro Pascal and stuns in blue dress

pascaldailyupdates: Okay but y/n and pedro 👀👀👀👀

anakinskyrunnin: 🧍‍♀️ this wasn't on my bucket list

ynforgetsramen: WHY ARE THEY POSING LIKE THAT

→ oscarpascal replied: THE WAY HE LOOKIN HER HAS ME ILL

→ → ynishotok replied: ??? CONFIRMING A RELATIONSHIP SOON

grogumybeloved: BRO BRO BRO WHAT @.dilfpascal have you SEEN THIS

→ dilfpascal replied: ❌👄❌ wdm

ynweekly: SO YOURE TELLING ME MY PREDICTIONS WERE ALL WRONG?

→ oscarpascal replied: LITERALLY ME THIS IS SUCH A PLOT TWIST

hollywoodscoop: Y/N Y/L/N & Pedro Pascal spotted with friends in New Yourk.

→ smexywolf replied: THAT COULD LITERALLY BE AND MY GRAMMA THATS SO PIXELATED

→ starwitch replied: YO WAHT

→ javijavipedro replied: GUYS DW I WENT TO NEW YORK AND DIDNT SEE THIS 😌 it cant be real

→ ynftw replied: [VIOLENT SCREAMING] I THOUGHT SHE WAS DATING ANDREW GARFIELD MY SHIP WHAT ABOUT MY SHIP

→ → ynishotok replied: 😭😭😭 PLEASE SAME THOUGHTS

→ goetye replied: I HAVE EXAMS WHAT IS THIS

→ javimypapi replied: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE WITH FUCKING Y/N DAFAQ

→ → 1234choco replied: gg fr fr

Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N Confirm Relationship

Pascal has confirmed to Volume Magazine that he and actress Y/N Y/L/N have been in a "loving relationship" for a few months now.

pefropuppet: 🤪 loving 🤪 realtionship 🤪

→ javimypapi replied: 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 time to delete myself

It's Official! Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N are dating

And they're the cutest couple on this side of the planet.

wuit39pi: so glad i live on the otherside of the planet. that means this isn't real

c00lwhip: Y/N and I are still dating on the other side.

→ crayonpascal replied: me with pedro

ICYMI: Y/N Y/L/N dating Pedro Pascal

But I'm willing to bet you Pedro girlies did not miss a second of it.

djarinoppa: please this article is being so LOUD 😭

Radio 100 - Y/N Y/LN talks Pedro Pascal

"Let's talk about it," the young interviewer says, pursing her lips, pinching the air with her manicured nails.

I let out a breathy chuckle and nod, "let's."

"Pedro Pascal."

"Pedro Pascal," I repeat with a smile, continuing to nod.

"I want to know everything," she says, adjusting her headphones and her mic, "we at Radio 100, along with the rest of the world, want to know--" she turns to me, "--how did you bag the baddie?"

I break into laughter.

The host stresses, "the baddie."

"THE baddie," I repeat, "the baddie of our generation, Pedro Pascal," I chuckle and suck in a breath.

The interviewer chuckles with me and motions, "because goodness knows we're all going to be taking notes."

I sigh and think for a moment. I link my hands together and prop them on the table in front of me, "ya know, I was just real with him."

She nods, eager to know what else I had to say.

"I told him," I shrug, "I could bring him in hot or I could bring him in cold."

She breaks into a fit of laughs before I even finish the sentence. I laugh along with her, pleased with the reaction I garnered. She wheezes, "no but did you really?"

"Absolutely not," I snort, "that would have been great though, wouldn't? I'm pretty sure if I did do that, he would have cried."

We both cackle.

"Like," I chuckle, "don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry but there would have been tears."

dukes_Ducks reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] 😱😱😱😱

cheeseontoast reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] THE PEDRO MEME???????????????????????????????????????????

anabreathing reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] ARE WE GOING TO SEE THEM ON A MAGAZINE TOGETHER LORD HAVE MERCY

TESTmeTRY reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] in front of my mother fucking salad 💀✋

pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:

howlorgrowl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] did this mf really just say strongly worded letter 😂😂 fuck outta here

itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] THANK YOU 😤😤

dindjarindaddy reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] ????? WHAT IS THIS

thelastofh0e reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] his boomer jumped out smh SCREAMING

pascaldailyupdates: Pedro and Y/N spotted together in a beach in Malibu.

→ MOONBABE replied: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW *RUNS INTO A TRAINTRACK*

→ igotb00bs replied: 💔SO💔HAPPY💔FOR💔YOU💔

→ brrrrambo replied: shhhh you guys its too blurry to tell who it is

→ → dilfpascal replied: LMAOOO

→ → → ynishotok replied: we love denial 🤡

→ cornyluvaffir replied: OK BUT THE HANDS AND THE LEANING AND THE THING WITH THE

→ javimypapi replied: NO CUZ THE WAY MY DAD SAID HE SAW THE MANDO GUY ON THE BEACH AND I DIDNT BELIEVE HIM

→ → 404dead replied: ✋✋✋✋ aint no fucking way 💀

→ dingdongdont replied: *sips clorox cutely*

dadystate0mind: BABE WAKE UP NEW PEDRO Y/N PICS JUST DROPPED

→ dilfpascal replied: what if was my last straw

→ ynbaeluv replied: im so glad this is blurry so i can pretend i didnt see it

→ lmaotryagain replied: the pda is pdaing

→ honeyyn replied: no cuz he got her smiling like mad 😢

→ pedromiamor replied: 😭😭😭

→ ynthighsluv replied: alexa play that should be me

LOOK: Pedro Pascal and Y/N Y/L/N in New York

→ batmanis1 replied: LMAOOOOOO THEY REALLY SAID 4K ULTRA HD

→ → yuh1200 replied: FRRR IM SOBBING I CANT USE THE ITS TOO BLURRY EXCUSE ANYMORE

→ → → jennieluvu replied: JOKES ON YOU I DONT HAVE MY GLASSES ON

→ → → → isaacpascal replied: DW I BLURRED THE PIC FOR US [image attached]

→ propernadz replied: I'm mentally unwell because they look so good together and I cannot deny.

→ stuckyforlife replied: GOD I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU DO FOR OTHERS

→ natasharomanovv replied: i just woke up

→ → nevergain replied: same 😭😭😭

bellaramsey reposted itsYNduh's story

508cutie reposted bellaramsey's story [captioned] HELP BELLA REPOSTED THIS I CANT

donttalkbetty reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] SCREASMIFNF

pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:

dilfpascals reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] DEAD IN THE GRAVE NO ONE TOUCH ME

memeynok reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] APOLOGY WITH TEARS

anderson_1 reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] no but theyre so cute for this and i hate it

enterthesandman reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] HES SHYYYYYY

ilovepascl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW

itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story:

igotitithink reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

ILOVEyn reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] WHEN IS IT MY TURN

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I'll show you different ( joel miller x reader) part one

Summary : y/n ( peach ) is learning to be free , learning to be her own woman again. Since life wasn't so easy for girl she ran from one monster into hands of another now back in her hometown back with her grandfather she learns being free is lot harder than she thought but lucky for her there's a couple of brothers help her along the way .

Warning : mentions and allusions to domestic violence and child abuse. Slightly angst but not much .

It’s funny when you hear thing repeated to you , that you begin to believe them and absence and time makes you take a step back and you realize how truly fuck it all is , when it takes an outside look to see the toxicity . y/n would always be indebted to her friends . she was a runaway , a product of a cycle that kept repeating from her mother to now her. She was afraid when she was younger no one would believe her so to escape her father she ran with the help of fake id , she crossed country ended up away from one monster to the hands of another . she thought he was one to save her , she should of seen the mask he held perfect man saving her like a damsel in distress . looking back it was stupid to believe it all but thank to good surprising people she was able to escape and only one place she could go that had family was austin texas , she was born and bred , only family consisted of her grandfather probably the only man in her life that didn’t hurt her , one that loved her no matter what . she felt guilty not seeing him in so long and yet when she showed up on his door step he said sorry , he apologized for not protecting her as if he was the one to let her down.

He set her up in one if his houses , his old home that he was going to rent out but couldn't due to it Being The one He shared with his wife. She spent many times in the confines of these walls Everytime her mother was in er or her father in jail . The house held the only happy memories from her broken past . She was happy to be home though this was always home whether it was just her or her grandparents This was her safe space , her breather The one place that didn't have fear laced In the foundations .

She Stood looking over the garden , knowing to sass her grandfather for its state . She checked the old shed door almost falling off The hinges But the things she needed taken care of pulling Them out And heading placing Them along the porch only thing she couldn't do was put on the gloves Those ones that kept her grandmother's hands safe tending to the once beautiful rose bushes. No those went into a draw In the house to be kept safe . She wrote list smiling at the freedom Of being just able to leave and come back without a fight Or more To ensue After . Checking the car she'd bought second hand , like it was second nature make sure nothing or none one was lurking Waiting . She watched the town passing By one she grew up in seeing the change and yet it was still the same . Few saying their hellos and what not she could tell it was to fish information out , the faux Friendly manners to fuel the gossip pressing at tip of their tongues . She and her grandfather even held A little bet on it one she was winner of the moment she got his text standing in hardware store .

Eyes scanning the aisle looking at the buckets of paint all looked the same and yet All claiming to be the best for this and that . She moved back trying to make out The buckets up higher only for her back to hid a solid Mass and clash of Metal making her tense up .

“ woah easy there darling” the voice rasped making her spin to see what or who she hit.

“ shit I am so sorry here let me help” she spun picking up the bit And bobs She knocked From his hands .

“ which one you need” he asked softly head nodding To the shelf .

“ white paint one up there says it weather bearing , I need like two cans “ she shrugged going to hand his thing only he Walked up effortlessly reaching for the ones she wanted . “ good brand actually does the job Too” he chuckled placing Them in her cart , glancing at other thing that sat there .

“ I hope so still getting used to the heat again it's something” she nodded finally handing His things to him. “ well thank you and sorry again for before” all she said heading off .

“ hey wait if you need help with anything build , repair heres my card” he smiled pulling it out and holding It out.

“ thanks … Joel but i got it covered” she glanced to the card.

“ actually I'm tommy work's my big brother , but we actually work in construction and since I'm guessing your new To town well handy man is handy to have right” he chuckled.

“ well thank you tommy but I'm Not new to town just back and I'll hold on to “ she sighed before completely leaving him standing there like a boy lost in dreamland.

“ tommy what you doing standing around, John's waiting” a gruff Snapped the man from his dreamy state.

“ met the hottest girl in town joel give a man a minute ” he smiled Brightly .

“ you said that Friday night too “ the older miller Rolled his eyes .

“ no this ones different I can feel it” he chuckled as two headed Get rest of their supplies.

The two brothers heading home for lunch Tommy miller non stop Chatting over the mystery Girl , while joel learned To drown his Little brother out knowing The man would move on , glance at the car cross the street wondering who the mystery tenant was knowing his boss wasn't In a rush to rent that property out at all. Seemed to special for him to do so but didn't question much when he did event catch the new car parked out there once no trouble was brought To the street well it was fine By joel .

Tommy eyes widened as He caught the person standing on the porch. “ that's her man that one from hardware Store” he clapped his brother excitedly On the shoulder.

Hell his brother was right she was beautiful, yet he even from where he stood he could tell she was way too young for him she barely looked mid twenties probably College kid needing place to stay he reckoned.

“ I should say hey welcome her to the neighborhood” tommy winked .

“ though it was her” the voice Of miss Benson taking A stand beside them sad look on her face. “ that boys is john granddaughter y/n, now don't Bother poor girl I'd say it hard being back here” her words more pointed to the younger of The two men.

“ hard, how ?”.

“ y'all not heard What happened surprised with the mouths Around here , her mama was killed By her daddy girl ran away when she was 16 all way across the country , think it was new York guess she finally came back “ she sighed remembering the little pick of a thing that used to stay in that very house.

“ shit That is ..” tommy voice dropped.

“ he got life and he should of gotten the needle” she scoffed. “ hey peach “ she called making girls head shoot over.

“ miss Benson you still here huh?” She smiled although staying away taking in the two men standing til gaze feel On one .

“ I ain't following you darling , that brother I was telling you about We live here” tommy chuckled as three headed over.

“ how you doing sweet girl , good to See you back” the elderly Woman smiled softly .

“ I Don't think all have those same feeling but you alway been Exception to most” peach shook her head shyly .

“ so your grandpa Is our boss and landlord” tommy smiled bright flashing his flirty grin only to return a head nod back .

“ you fixing up your grandmother's garden ,about time someone did I'm sick of giving out That stubborn man” miss Benson chuckled.

“ he got mouthful from me too , but he ain't got green thumb is his Excuse” She rolled her eyes.

“ well if you need anything you got our card” tommy winked again she didn't bat a lash at the action.

“ thank you again I don't think I do “ she smiled softly trying not to come off rude Or anything .

“ welcome party has arrived “ the cheery Voice called .

“ of course it has , although not happy I find out she here Days later “ miss Benson narrowed Her eyes.

“ letting girl settle In before you start with your casseroles is all Ellis “ he chuckled .

“ my fault miss Benson , just needed time to be back” she smiled Weakly it wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either.

“ I'll drop by Once your settle peach good Seeing you” the old woman smiled.

“ we best get our lunch but need anything darling” tommy smiled .

“ I got your card “.

“ come on , it was nice to meet you y/n” joel nodded.

“ you too , pop I got your Food ready come in when you finished” she smiled heading Into the house not Really used to the social Proprietary ties Being back .

“ hey boys y'all wouldn't mind keeping eye on her while she there , you know young girl living a lone and all that?” john Asked but felt their was more to his words .

“ course we don't not one bit” Joel called back something was different about the girl , he'd give that much to tommy but he couldn't place his finger On it. Something she was hiding. Some thing clouded over her like weight of world was on her Shoulder So to say joel was intrigued was understatement

Part two,

[motleycrueobsessed]

I need something where you go backstage dressed up in lingerie for Nikki

Ily anon

Warnings: Smut, p n v, Oral (Both receiving) Teasing, Nikki slaps reader, AFAB reader but i dont think i used any pronouns, degrading, praising.. lmk if i missed any!!!

MDNI.

Smut under the cut!!!

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You and Nikki had been dating for a little over a year. It was 1985, and this was the first tour he’s taken you on, because it was hitting up a lot of the places on your bucket list. Nikki loved to see you smile, and he knew you wanted to go to these places pretty badly.

So why not take you with him?

Mötley Crüe was on stage right now, performing the last song of the night. They were finishing strong with Shout At The Devil, and they sounded particularly good tonight.

Nikki was clearly tired and sweaty, you could see the sweat on his skin from the wing.

You decided it would be a good idea to surprise Nikki. So you went into his dressing room and slid off your clothes, revealing a nice, black, lacy set of lingerie.

You knew he loved seeing you in black or red lingerie, it did things to him. You laid down on the red leather couch in his dressing room, waiting for him to finish.

After a few minutes, he came through the door.

“Baby? Where ar- oh.” He interrupted himself when he saw you.

“The fuck are you doing?” He said, a glint of lust in his eyes. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Fucking whore. Such a little slut for me.” He walks towards you. “You told me you liked surprises.” You said, acting innocent. “And you clearly understood what i meant.. christ, you look so hot..”

Even if you weren’t quite a model.. Nikki didn’t care. He loved you, and your imperfections. Thighs didn’t have a gap? More to mark. Hip dips? They were cute. Pudge? Again, more to mark. Scars? Showed a story.

Your body mixed with your sweet personality drove him insane. Especially when you wore that lacy lingerie for him. He knew he was the only one who got to see you like this. The bulge in his black leather pants was growing more and more prominent.

“See what you do to me, baby girl? I bet you’re so wet.” He whispers into your ear, now bent down to your level. He sat down next to you on the couch, already unlacing his pants. He got them off and tossed them to the side.

“Undress and suck it, whore.” He demanded with a rough tone.

You quickly got off the couch, undressed then got onto your knees, and started giving his tip little kitten licks before taking him into your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat and you let out a low hum, the vibration making him groan.

You began bobbing your head up and down, his hand tangling in your hair and guiding you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting your eyes at him. He groaned again, and you felt him get closer and closer to releasing.

You felt a warm liquid go down your throat, and you swallowed it all with a hum.

“Get up slut.” He ordered, and you got off your knees. “On my lap.” You sat on his lap, his hard cock teasing your entrance. “Good girl.” He whispered. “You wanna fucking be a whore? I’ll treat you like a fucking whore then.” He delivered a hard slap across your face, eliciting a moan from you.

He pushed into you, giving you a second to adjust. He put his hands on your hips and you began to ride him. “Thats it slut, you’re doing so well.” You loved how he would degrade and praise you at the same time. It made you so needy for him.

He began to pound into you, noticing you get tired. You let out loud moans. He felt your walls tighten around him. “Don’t you dare cum before i do.” He warned. “Y-yes sir.” You whimpered. “Good girl.”

He soon came inside of you, and then did some lazy thrusts, riding his high out.

“Cum honey.” He demanded gently. You soon did as he said with a whimper, burying your face in his neck. He pulled your face away from his neck by your hair and kissed you roughly, soon pulling away.

He slid you off of him and he quickly got off the couch. He got onto his knees and forced your legs apart. He buried your cunt in his face, tongue diving into your entrance.

You let out some whimpers, burying your hands in his hair. One of his hands came up and rubbed your clit hard and fast, until you came all over his face. He licked it all up and licked one last stripe up your pussy.

He got up off his knees and kissed you lazily, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“You taste divine, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly. He helped you get dressed again and then dressed himself. He sat you on his lap once more, holding you tightly.

“You did so well, pretty baby.” Was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep in his arms.

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Wait are my fics getting longer?? Ohmygod!!!!

I think this is my favorite fic i’ve ever written

Sorry for disappearing btw im so unmotivated

[obae-me]

ive been sick recently, here are some of the fever dreams and various other stupid thoughts ive had;

1. mammon and mc taking beel to the human realm to compete in eating challenges. he gets free food and they get to laugh at the horrified faces of the judges while he demolishes everything and asks for seconds

2. remember the golden age of a/b/o? demons have a higher sense of smell so when mc first arrived, there was a scent blocker in the summoning spell. This fails at some point and now mc has to hide out with solomon or else the brothers will follow them around like they’re the pied piper bc since when did mc smell so good?

3. mc convinving the brothers that humans molt by doing the pva glue thing. solomon is the only one who knows different and absolutely backs them up

4. freaking out the brothers by sleepwalking/talking. mc opening levi’s door in the middle of the night (he’s still awake, rui-chan just dropped a new episode he needs to analyse) and just dead staring at him for several seconds before barking and walking away. he avoids them for days after

5. going to the human realm and bring back a souvenir for diavolo every time. they’re usually the silly things you can buy when you visit tourist areas but they’re held in as high regard as the royal family heirlooms. a small snow globe with a sunglasses wearing gnome inside is displayed next to the royal jewels

6. sampling every different kind of tea with barbatos like a bucket list (chamomile? thumbs up! darjeeling? hates with a burning passion)

7. leaving offerings for the demons/angels out of habit whenever they do something nice. new beauty routine- asmo finds roses in his room. high grade on a paper- satan finds a small cat statuette on top of a pile of books. loaned a listening ear- simeon finds new pens in his writing desk

8. mc being affectionate without realising. humans can be big on physical contact so it’s can be common to kiss or hug regularly. demons are not like this and they short circuit everytime mc kisses their cheeks in thanks or hugs them in greeting

thank you for your time i’m going back to sleep

Oh no! I'm sorry you're sick! Drink tons of fluids and get so much rest!!

1. I bet you Mammon put some money down on him somehow and became absolutely giddy with how much Beel was winning. He would treat him to a buffet afterwards.

2. Ah yes, the wonderful and semi cursed days of a/b/o. I have no doubt that something about their human drives them all crazy.

3. I love love love the thought of MC and Solomon doing things that freak the demons and angels out a bit, mixing real things with fake facts and no one ever knowing what's true or not.

4. What if the brothers all assumed that only Belphie did stuff like that because of his Sin, and so when MC comes around and does similar things, it freaks them out a bit. Again, I love the idea of a human giving all the powerful demons a bit of the jeebies.

5. That is such a cute thing, oh my goodness. Diavolo being obsessed with cheap cliche tourist souvenirs. He's got mugs and shotglasses with different states and countries on them, the fridge in the kitchen has a bunch of magnets of various attractions. He's got several baseball caps he wears around the castle when people aren't around.

6. So sweet! I love the thought of Barbatos having a little notepad and writing notes on their reactions of different teas so he knows exactly what to serve them and when. (I love me a good earl grey myself).

7. As a person who loves giving gifts, this idea is so sweet. It's like a beautiful equivalent of getting a little gold star. They deserve good things, all of them.

8. I think I've done a headcanon of this particular thing (or maybe not, maybe it's just been on my mind before). But yes! Coming up and giving them a hug when they're sad, telling them they love them before hanging up the phone, all things that makes the demons melt instantly, and MC isn't even aware.

Thank you for sharing your dreams!! I love hearing about dreams! Rest up!!

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Part 4 of 4 of dumb fic ideas that I found buried in my notes app

Sasuke Uchiha's 10 step plan to get revenge"

Someone once said that the best revenge is living well. Sasuke maybe takes this a bit too seriously.

Or, Sasuke decides that the best possible revenge on Itachi he can get is to "live a good life." Which includes but is not limited to; starting a "happy family," learning to bake, going to therapy and dragging the entirety of Kohona into a better tomorrow. Take that Itachi.

Super cracky fic where Sasuke basically makes a bucket list of stereotypical things a housewife or outdated grandparent might point to in order to say you lived a good life

On a bit of a stupid cracky baby marriage kick so kind of thinking Sasuke decides he needs to get married and start a family. But girls are annoying and loud and dumb so he'll just choose one of the boys instead. He starts aggressively knocking on some of his classmates doors like *You. Do you want to get married.* (he gets the door shut in his face multiple times)

Sasunaru is the obvious choice but I'm lowkey leaning towards shikasasu? Just bc I like rarepairs and shikamaru, and I can see Sasuke singling him out bc he's quiet, from a good clan, and is one of the only people in class who can be fucking normal around him for more than 5 minutes at a time. Clearly husband material!

It'd be funny if Naruto actually did approach him like "so I hear ur,, looking to get married,,,, or whatever,,,,,, whiCH IS DUMB AND I BET NO ONE WOULD EVEN WANT TO GET MARRIED TO YOU SO YOU SHOULD JUST MARRY ME ACTUALLY!!!!!"

Sasuke turns him down because his housewife guide to living a good life says he needs to marry someone who can support him and Naruto is a clanless orphan

Naruto is very offended and goes on a quest to prove he's totally good husband material and can for sure support Sasuke!!!

Meanwhile Shikamaru has been dodging Sasuke's attempts to talk to him like the fucking plague

Shikamaru is using Naruto as a shield, they are all running circles around each other and the teachers are placing bets on who's going to win and how long this idiocy is going to last

Endgame Shikanarusasu would be objectively the funniest choice actually

The girls in class all want both of the boys dead I think Sakura and Ino both are plotting actual murders. Sakura gets over being a shy girl early out of pure outrage and there may be a duel to the death or two for "Sasuke's honor" (Sasuke wants out of here so bad)

Maybe Sakura starts on Sasuke about how he cant get married to a boy because thatd make him a WIFE and he cant be a wife because hes a boy or smthn. Which is dumb and Sasuke decides he meant to be a husband but you know what?? Fuck you maybe he WILL be a wife. Which ends up turning into a Sasuke vs Sakura rivalry over who can be the best potential wife, which also speeds up Sakura's character development bc that girl needs some of it

Sakura is grabbing Ino like "well if YOUR husband is going to be a BOY then MINE will be a GIRL" and now its a really passive aggressive local lesbians vs not actually together homo trio. They are terrifying and their idea of what marriage is supposed to look like is all based off of what your average 10 year old would assume its supposed to look like

wlw / mlm hostility fr

Somewhere off in the distance Itachi is getting his Sasuke updates from his birds + Sarutobi and just. "My brother is WHAT."

[slocumjoe]

could you do companion react to sole just kissing them? like, we can assume they’re really close and basically a situation ship at this point. you’re writing is so unique and thought out and I would love to see your take!

Companions react to Sole Doing The Damn Thing

*ringing a giant church bell i should not have access to* GAGE STANS COME GET YALL JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cait; That's not going to go over well with Cait. Her first instinct—and her strongest—when someone tries to kiss her, is violence. Sole is getting a broken nose out of this. Though, as her knuckles connect, her brain will catch up and realize oh. But luckily, Cait has some time to process what just happened. Because Sole kinda...needs some medical attention...Sole can't tell what Cait's flustered about, the kiss or the punch. Cait says they're seeing shit and to shut the fuck up. But...she, red as her hair, will lean in, and quickly kiss their nose better.

Curie; Probably also not immediately happy...Curie canonically gets and is frustrated with people coming on to her, and her own instincts might not be murder...but Sole will be getting an incrediblely nasty look before she remembers who they are. Most likely to still not appreciate it fully after realizing. She'd rather properly discuss their feelings first before moving into anything physical. Curie is a very proper, by-the-books woman. And she had a courting itinerary! She'll take this as a cue to get started on that bucket list, but the first one was surprising Sole and ask them out...she was going to make dinner and everything!

Danse; Are you trying to kill him. The only companion to make a noise. Freezes up, goes ramrod stiff. Doesn't move, doesn't breath, doesn't do anything for much longer than is considered normal. The best course of action, here, for Sole, is to just keep kissing him and hope his brain auto-starts. It's like trying to jumpstart a dead car battery, y'know? If Sole kisses and backs away, there is a very real chance Danse will misinterpret it or convince himself he imagined it. But if they keep going...well. Nothing to misunderstand there, right? The Thoughts don't come until later. Head is EMPTY.

Deacon; stares at them for a few seconds, blinking. Flashes some finger guns with an "ayyyy" and runs the fuck away. The bitch flees the scene. Why would you do this to Deacon? This is almost as mean as doing it to Danse. Best bet is to let him run, grabbing is just going to postpone the running. He'll spend a few days in isolation like some kind of monk. Think about it, his feelings, Sole's, what he wants. Then he goes back and does the same shit to Sole when they aren't paying attention. No one surprises Freaky Deac and gets away with it. No one.

Gage; As Sole gets closer, he notices and intuits that they're going in for it...but, nah, no way. Why would they? But...but they are, right? What else could that be? No, surely—wait, are they? What are you doing? No? No. But maybe? Yes? YES? OH ITS YES, FUCK, WHY DIDNT YA MOVE YOU DUMB SHIT? Imagine Sole going in, Gage tensing and doing 3d calculations, and the Jaws tune playing. Like Deacon, don't try to keep going. Gage is recoiling and grabbing him as he's backing away triggers Fight instinct. He recoils, takes one hard look at them, and says, in that voice smooth as piss and vinegar, "Now, what the fuck was that?" Is that what he meant to say? Nope! And Gage will forever suffer the memory of basically going 'ew' the first time his partner kissed him.

Hancock; Off to the races. Think about it? About what, how good they are at kissing? And sneaking up on him, evidently? Nope! Hancock knows where to go from here. Hancock spends the next month worrying himself sick about jumping into a relationship with someone he loves dearly, without knowing if he himself is capable of upholding his end of the relationship. Ends up crying in Nick's lap about how he's ruined everything. Sole has to explain to him they've basically been in a relationship for a few months and he's doing fine, please be easier with yourself.

MacCready; I FORGOT DEAR RATBOY MacCready was married, and I have to imagine that two teenagers getting together would have done something similar...So, Mac will 100% be stumbling and flustered, but he's not going to brick like others. You'll get an awkward, blushy Bobby grinning at Sole, asking if they really feel that way? He wasn't just imagining it? Oh, nice. So, you wanna...talk, or...keep doing what you're doing? He's good with both. Real good.

Nick; Oh, we're done dancing around this? Great. If Sole wants to just get jiggy right away, will ask gently if they can discuss the Elephant first. But Nick isn't shocked or anything. This has been going on long enough, it was either happening or it wasn't. Well, now its happening. He'd blow a party favor if he had one. Anyway, he's all too happy to finally get this sorted out and started. Even happier he wasn't the one who had to bring it up. He could have, but God, that never fails to twist the guts up.

Piper; Very similar to Nick. Okay, so, are we a thing, or are you teasing? What's your angle, here, what are we doing? The longer the situationship has been going, the more suspicious she is. If Sole fails to sufficiently explain in the 3 seconds they have to, Piper huffs, leans in, and quickly kisses them back. There. Now we're even. If Sole goes back in for their revenge, great news, they've convinced her. Now how about they actually have a relationship now. Piper has done the half-on, half-off thing, and uh...no.

Preston; has too many issues to just throw himself into a relationship like that...especially if he can't pinpoint where it started. Similar to Curie, it doesn't matter how close he is with Sole, he would rather have talked about it first. I mean, he's happy, and flustered, but beneath the dopey grin, he's a little exasperated. C'mon, he had a whole conversation planned, and Sole pops that cherry with one kiss? Alright, works for him. Not complaining. But maybe give a guy some warning? Like, are they dating? Have they been dating? They really need to define this relationship.

X6-88; Haha, you think Sole is going to catch him off—oh shit they did. And...they survived? Wow, they are powerful. X6-88's reaction is the same as Gage's, calculations and all. Except, when he demands an explanation, it is exactly what he intended to say. Seriously, what is this gesture? You're supposed to do it with your romantic partner, but he's seen people do it with someone who decidedly wasn't. He's also seen family members kiss each other on the cheek, and friends. And he's heard of Curie's people kissing everyone regardless. So, what is this? Sole has to explain to him this one is romantic and I'm trying to pursue you romantically. At that point he panics and its a mess from there. Lots of internal crisis, lots of Nick banging pots and pans, screaming YOU HAVE FEELINGS, PANIC IS A FEELING.

[lostintransist]

Hallo friendo!!! I'm back with more tattoo soulmate au stuff!!

No cap loving playing Horangi's shitty luck 💖

RAAARGH we did a first phase now onto the second phase soon 2.1/4

His luck was a terrible terrible thing, he should have known better. One bet turned into three, turned into six. Riding high, doing fantastic just as things always went. To good to be true, always the crumbling edge before the fall. And now- Here he sits, scowling as he's unmasked. Gear bet and lost. Hand over his crotch as he stares at the shit hand he has. He could manage it, he swears, maybe a pitiance from Lady Luck... If she wasn't such a conniving bitch.

A small brush across his back has him shouting and clutching his cards to his chest. Eyes wide staring at the small woman holding a tray with martinis and other cocktails. Squinting at the letting on his back before offering him a shy smile and setting a drink on the table next to him. Motioning to another man hunched over a table, cards bowed low and looking over his shoulder at him. A smirk on his lips, a wink before he turned back around laying his cards out. Several groans as people at his table cried out. A royal flush. The man quickly cashing out and flashing Horangi another smile, running a tongue over where the Korean's scars were on his face before sauntering off with languid steps.

His gaze flicked down to the drink and the keycard set underneath it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a complete bust after all. Bolting up and after the man as he passed by the small woman, missing the familiar name mumbled between her and another employee.

Lady luck was only able to help those who didn't miss the obvious signs.

Soulmate Tattoo Part 2 found here.

A/N: I fought through the ADHD demons to deliver this one to you.

You roll your head from side to side as you wander down the halls watching for the signs that decorate the corners. This massive old building had been converted from a mansion for a single-family to a hotel sometime in the nineties by someone who wanted to keep the old charm of the building but in the process of cutting it open and running new veins for the old girl had created something closer to the Winchester Mansion than the stately building it must have originally been. They made a maze instead.

You had decided to travel in your off-season, trying to hit some of your bucket list cities. This would be the last one before you head home. You had hit museums and the cutest little coffee shop through a red door set among bricks that stretched the block.

Spotting your door you fish the RFID card from your pocket. The door opens at your touch, but not to a sight you could have ever imagined.

Two blinks is all you get before you are moving. A broad beast of a man with a neck tattoo marking him as a member of the local crime organization is choking someone to death on your bed. The carpet muffles the sound of your steps as you shift behind the man and taze him with the tool you keep on the belt of your pants. His back straightens as he lets out a squeal before passing out. Without a glance at the person who gasped for their precious air, you grab your backpack and return to the hall.

Retracing your steps you keep your pace as a door slams behind you with the sound of pounding feet coming closer.

“Ma’am!”

You flinch. You hated that you looked so feminine shaped still. Maybe you should start doing more makeup to give yourself the shadow of a beard since the binder didn’t seem to help others clock you as androgynous.

“Sir?”

Still not right and still not your problem. Noping your way out of situations has saved you more time than you could count using all of your knuckle creases on each hand combined.

“Hey, asshole!”

“What!?” You snap as you spin around. A tall man, Asian by the shape of his features, stares at you with both hands held out from his sides in a clear ‘what the fuck’ gesture. He’s attractive, and your type. Fuck. All the better to get out of here.

“You just saved my life and you’re walking away?”

You glanced side to side before back at him with your brows quirked.

“Obviously. If you have nothing else to add to this,” you flick your hand between your bodies, “I am going to go ask for a new room.”

His mouth pops open as his eyes bug out of his head slightly. All his muscles must be stealing the nutrients from his brain. Twisting on your heel you continue to the front desk.

The swish of fabric is the only warning as he runs up next to you, legs matching your pace.

“At least let me take you to dinner as a thank you.”

Pushy bastard.

Stopping abruptly, he takes two steps beyond you before turning back to look.

“Why is this something you are pushing? You don’t know me.”

“I know many people wouldn’t taze the mob to save a man they’ve never met.” He looks you over now, the loose fit of your shirt and the wide flare of the jeans that are too big for your body, only held up by the belt snug around your hips. “Let me treat you to dinner and then I’ll disappear from your life.”

“Do you even have any money if the mob is after you?” You question him as you start on the journey to find the front desk again.

He snorts, “They weren’t after me for owing them money.”

You send a glance at him without shifting your head.

“Okay so they might have been after me for money, but only this time. They are more pissed about the hit my team completed against a member of their group.”

“So, you’re a mercenary?” You keep the question casual as you start down the stairs.

“I am a member of a paramilitary group that takes contracts with governments all over the world,” he replied haughtily.

The noncommittal hum you let out seems to creep under his skin. Good, maybe if you burrow under his skin like scarabs then he might leave you be. Before either of you can pick up the conversation further the front desk appears, an oasis in this maze of a building.

A quick exchange of room keys and a new set of instructions has the man marked for death at your elbow turning and directing you out of the building. Once the bustle of people flowing around you eases the proximity of his heat you wrench your elbow from his long fingers. You walk against the flow of the crowd, keeping close to the buildings. He follows.

Outside of the building you have an easier time navigating. Working your way across the city you arrive at the last restaurant you wanted to try before jumping on a train tomorrow to head to a larger city with an airport.

With a nod and two fingers held aloft you are seated at a tiny table across from a man who upon further inspection is absolutely your type. Dark hair, sharp brows, and a nose that sat crookedly on his face. His thin lips were drawn down in a frown as he stared at you. To give yourself a moment to not look at him you tuck your backpack under your seat.

“Can I get your name?”

“No.”

He sighed and readjusted in his seat. His feet bracketed the legs of your chair as he leaned back in his own.

“Pronouns?”

You lifted a brow. He did not seem like someone who would care about that.

“They/them,” you watch him as you reply.

Nodding once he responded, “Know a few people like you.”

The server appears then, taking your orders and leaving water in their wake.

“What are you doing out here?” He questions you.

“Traveling.”

His left eye gives the slightest twitch. It was clear you were traveling, your accent marked you as a foreigner.

“You going to give anything to this conversation?” His eyes narrow.

“Nope.”

With a sigh through his nose, he settles in for a long meal.

It doesn’t take nearly as long as he expected, two bowls of soup appear after their waters do. You tuck into your meal. Unable to help it the wash of flavors over your tongue has your eyes drifting closed and a pleased hum escaping your throat. You pointedly do not look at your table mate when you come back to your senses.

Twenty minutes after you walk through the door, he is laying the local currency down on the table and walking you to the door, a hand at your back. You turn to snarl at him for taking liberties when you see alarm flick across his face as he is dragged backward by the collar. Something must have changed between your gaze meeting his and his meeting his attacker because the man fought like had been born to it. His shirt ripped sometime early in the short fight, fluttering around him as he moved.

Meals were ripped from tables and smashed into faces. The man, who you still haven’t learned his name, ended the fight with a punch that you could hear from across the small shop and a front kick that sent his attacker to the ground. He stood, breath heaving as he stared down at his attacker. You loudly moved up behind him catching sight of something that ripped your stomach into your ass.

There in orange between two tigers was a soulmate mark. A mark that listed your name, the name you had chosen yourself. Without too much thought you grip the back of what is left of his shirt and drag him from the shop before anyone else can think about calling the authorities or the owner kicks the two of you out.

When he is finally able to turn despite your hold on to the tatters of his shirt he stares down at you confused but keeps moving at the swift pace you set.

“What is your name?” You question him as you dog a woman walking her dog down the sidewalk.

“Horangi. Why?”

“And are you Korean by linage?”

He stops now, your arm jolting as it fights against the force of his strength.

“Why?”

You can’t see him moving without an answer this time.

Filling your lungs to the point your ribs expand as far as they can you blow the breath out slowly.

“The name on your back is my chosen name and it is a shade of orange that looks suspiciously like it matches the Korean lettering on my right calf.”

His mind moves slower in this than it did in the fight. You can see it shift through his mind layer by layer until he is stepping forward, replacing the torn shirt in your hand with one of his own and leading the way back to the hotel.

“I would very much like to see that mark of yours,” he grumbles back at you as you start to jog to keep pace.

Soulmates Part 1 | Masterlist

[rhiandoesfandom]

Stolitz Incorrect Quotes:

(cause the Stolitz brainrot never ends)

Blitz: Stolas!!!

Stolas: yes my dear?

Blitz: bring me toilet paper?

Stolas: you aren't going to use it as a rope and escape out the bathroom again are you?

Blitz:......no I have diarrhea.

Stolas: I told you that you're lactose intolerant!

Blitz: hey! I'm the least intolerant person you know!

Stolas: -_-

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Stolas: So what kind of books would you want to read?

Blitz: Uhhhh the ones with the world in it?

Stolas: the Atlas?

Blitz: Bingo!

Stolas: like, the earth Atlas? Or Hell Atlas?

Blitz: Who's Atlas? Is that your dog? My dog is bingo.

Stolas: *facepalms* where did you get a dog!!!

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Blitz: One day I'm gonna marry you.

Stolas: Oh! Blitzy that would be amazing....

Blitz: *slides ring pop onto his finger and clinks his with Stolas's* and til the hellfires undo our souls, I do.

Stolas: Uhhh....I do?

Blitz: The blood pact is done.

Stolas: The...wait what??

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Blitz: Stolas look I taught my owl a trick! Peck!

Earth owl: *pecks the wall*

Stolas: *rolls eyes* yes, it's very smart.

Blitz: Pff bet you can't even peck.

Stolas: I! Oooh *chases him and the owl flies with him*

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Blitz: Aaaaand done! Finally. My tower of hot sauces is complete. That's one thing off my bucket list!

Stolas: What's next?

Blitz: The tallest tower of cheese!!

Stolas: of course. Why do I ask?

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Stolas: Ugh this is completely unrealistic! Andre can't possibly think I'm going to give him time with the Grimoire as part of the divorce deal.

Blitz: just replace it with a fake.

Stolas: What?! But-

Blitz: Can he do magic from it?

Stolas: Well, not really. I'm not sure.

Blitz: Then give him a fake. No harm done, and it'll be funny.

Stolas: Hehe, your mind is something, Blitz.

[oolhan]

Too Many Beds (Part 3)

wow, okay so I had been inactive for awhile (by inactive, I mean just scrolling through and reblogging all sort of everlark stuff). But surprise! We're now on part 3 of this reversed-trope au. Another surprise: I'm adding another chapter because I couldn't wait too long to share the first part of part 3. You can read part 1 and part 2. Without further ado, first scene of part 3:

Travel journals that have to-do lists prior to the travel itself tends to be on the idealistic side, like cruising for 7 days in a Mediterranean island or bumping into a famous celebrity. Katniss knows this for sure, so when she made a bucket list to check off for their European trip, she notes the most mundane things she wants to do. Realistic things that can easily be checked off.

Wishing longevity in front of Sagrada Familia (With Peeta)

See a street flamenco dance (With Peeta)

Collect post cards and stamps (Send to Prim’s apt)

She wrote the list with Peeta two days before they depart for Madrid, and looking at her journal now, she’s pissed off how every to-do had ‘with Peeta’ beside it. She’s also pissed off at how she can’t enjoy tasting an authentic Italian pizza in front of her because written on her journal is: True Italian pizza with Peeta.

And she’s barely eating it with Peeta.

He’s sat at the right end of the long table conversing with Madge across him while she’s beside Johanna on the left end, not obviously far from him.

Finnick and Annie decided to have a small dinner party at a fancier restaurant near the bridge where they were engaged and though Katniss can barely keep it together, she knows she must appear happy and excited and tries very hard not to give away a signature scowl. After almost ruining Peeta’s moment in capturing the proposal photo, she decided not to talk to him for the night and tag along with the others.

She glued herself to Johanna to signal him she doesn’t want to talk about it. For now.

So Peeta talks with Madge.

The pizza is really good, actually. It’s worth the price and all, yet it feels sand on her tongue as she thinks about the loaded question he shot her with before Finnick knelt on one knee.

Is it really about them sleeping? Is that why she feels miserable since yesterday? But they just slept together again last night, so…

She thinks it is the sleeping, but she can never admit that.

But why can’t she just admit it?

She lets an exasperated sigh and downs her beer even though she prefers champagne right now, or maybe something with vodka. She just doesn’t like to upset the accommodating old local waiter who insists on serving the pizza with beer.

“Okay brainless, after dinner you really have to spit it out,” Jo whispers beside her after calling for another beer.

“Spit what out?”

“I heard you arguing with Peeta a while ago and you suddenly made me your favorite person in the world to cling to. I bet Gale’s ass cheeks it’s something to do with Madge,” Jo’s smirk is taunting, and Katniss starts to cringe at how someone actually overheard them.

Not like they’re yelling.

“Well, we sorta bet. I bet 20 it’s something about you two sleeping,” Gale interrupts, leaning over Johanna’s shoulder and swinging a glass.

“You’re ridiculous. I don’t want to talk about this right now,” She thanks the waiter and quickly downs her second bottle for the night. She really wants something stronger than shitty Italian beer. She’s in Italy for god’s sake, why isn’t she devouring wine right now?

“Okay, just tell me if it’s Frenchie or cuddling,”

“you’re both sick.” Katniss spat.

They suddenly turned their heads as Finnick clears his throat and gather everyone’s attention. He was at the head of the table, left hand clinging to Annie’s.

“So, uh,” he turns to Annie for confirmation. “So, you whole lot luck out, I guess. We-uhm, wow, okay I’ll leave it to Annie.” He chuckles nervously.

Annie laughs, “Well, since most of our best friends are present here at this very table, Finnick and I decided to have an intimate wedding in Greece.”

There are surprise gasps and girly shrieks. Congratulations and questions thrown. Despite Katniss’ mood, she smiles at her friends’ sudden news.

“Since we’re in this trip together and Greece is our next stop, then why not make it official in front of you guys?” Finnick’s smile will tear his face in half.

“Yes, and gramma Mags also lives in Lindos right now, so we’re sending her a message to prepare,” Annie confirms, nodding to Finnick and the rest of the group.

Delly and Madge can’t contain their excitement and babble on about wedding matters of what to wear and what colors match the Greek Isles and what food to eat.

“Oh! Oh! Let’s go shopping for dresses before we leave,”

“Cinna has a designer friend here in Venice, I think—”

“Ladies! I think we should all toast first before diving into details,” Johanna stands up, beer in hand ready for toasting.

“To Finnick and Annie, may you always pleasure yourselves quietly through all your nights, because I’m one more Annie’s moan away from putting a gun in my mouth,” Johanna teases and gets exasperated sighs from everybody. Katniss tried not to snort.

“Jesus, Jo,” Finnick chuckles through.

“She’s not allowed to toast at our wedding,” Annie playfully spats.

Gale stands helping Jo out. “What she meant to say was, to Finnick and Annie, whose knots are tied even before time began and lives crossed. We all knew this day would come, so just be in love forever and,” Gale can’t help it and glances at Katniss, whom he knows every scowl by heart. He knows what’s been going on.  “Here’s to a lifetime of open hearts and honest confessions! Cheers!”

Katniss gulps from the implication and glares at them both.

“Hear, hear,” says Thom, the sound of clinking glasses resonates merrily through the table.

“To honest confessions,” she hears Peeta repeats at the end of his table which made her slide her eyes to him, only to find he’s staring right through her.

She pulls her eyes away from the tension and downs her beer.

Still shitty.

anddd read the rest of it here on ao3. See you for part 4😉