#I dunno I'm feeling silly today

[ddejavvu]

spencer reid noticing the marks on ur nose and being like "🤨 i know u have glasses why have i never seen them" and finds out that u've been hiding them anytime u see him coming and so ur like🧍🏻‍♀️but finally out them on and hes so in love : ( idk theyre so silly : (

The curse of dating a profiler is that you can't hide anything from him. He'd once figured out that you'd finished off his presumably-forgotten strawberry ice cream because you'd washed the spoon rest.

"We never wash that thing." He'd reminded you, "It's filthy. But you washed it today, which means there must have been something you'd eaten that you didn't want me to see. Something recognizable, something pink-" He points accusatorily at a splash of strawberry sludge you hadn't seen on the underside of the kitchen sink, "You ate my ice cream!"

He's got a similarly scrutinizing look in his eyes now, but this time he's looking directly into yours, and you seize up as he studies you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, worried suddenly about a medical episode, but he reaches for your chin, tilting your face downwards towards him.

"You wear glasses." He decides, and your stomach plummets at the statement.

"What? Why would you say that?"

"You have indents on your nose from where the nose pads sit," He strokes a thumb over one of them, "Why aren't you wearing them now?"

"I don't- I dunno, I don't wear them all the time."

"You wear them often. The indents are deep, I know they're not just for reading."

"No, I just- they're uncomfortable."

"Your eyes will get worse the more you strain." Spencer tuts, "You should be wearing them."

"It's okay. They're broken anyways."

"You're lying." Spencer urges, "Why are you lying?"

"I'm not lying! I'm lying." You whine, "I just- I don't want to wear them in front of you?"

Now that both of your secrets are out, you watch Spencer's face crumple. His previous insistence wilts into a frown, one that tugs on your heartstrings when it's coupled with the downcast look in his eyes.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," Your voice is strained, and you wrack your brain for an acceptable answer, "They're- they look stupid."

"They help you see." Spencer's voice is so soft, so fond, so tender that you feel tears creeping up behind your eyes, pricking and stinging, "I won't think they're stupid. Derek says my sweater vests look stupid."

"They're cute." You eye the one he's got on now, cream and coffee brown knitted together in a herringbone pattern.

"Go get your glasses," Spencer nudges your crossed leg off of the couch, "Do you even know what I look like?"

"Tall, skinny, blonde hair," You tease, yelping at Spencer grabs at your waist when you pass, "And you've got the prettiest blue eyes!"

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f’me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

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a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

my inbox is open!

[kalied0skull]

in honor of 420 and 100 followers, i thought it'd be utmost appropriate to draw the curtis gang smoking straight ZAZA !

now playing: Let's Go Get Stoned – Sublime ♪

easter? whazzat. i dunno what EASTER is... i only know that it's fo' twen-tee baby!

★ ramble under the cut!

I don't condone weed usage under the age of 21, but i DO condone fictional characters gettin' a little high on the day of Mary Jane's birthday

fun fact it's actually my stoner grandmother's birthday today, so if it's your birthday on 420 today, you're cool and awesome and i wish you a happy birthday

anyways, for some background to this picture because for some reason my brain was making a fanfiction about these guys getting high while i was drawing:

two-bit brought the goods, dallas brought the bong, johnny rolled that shit.

ponyboy and soda BOTH had to beg darry to let them get high, to which darry begrudgingly obliged — so long as everyone stayed inside so they didn't get stuck in any trouble anywhere. and also he got high too. (it took a LOT of convicing though)

I've mentioned it before in my soda & steve smoking doodles, but I'm convinced they just get reaaaaaallly clingy with each other when high. and quiet. like, they're only whispering, and it's only to each other kind of quiet.

dallas is just there for the vibes, he's probably joking around with johnny because those two are the biggest stoners imaginable on the downlow, so everyone's fucked up n they're just straight chilling.

i can only imagine ponyboy as getting the WORST hypersensitivity when he gets high, feeling literally everything and hearing too much and seeing the colors and lights much too bright for his liking. it's like the whole world gets louder, and he HATES it. but thankfully for his silly friend johnny—the only guy that he can have a comfortable high around—he's doing moderately okay.

two-bit is simply a show off, no other way to put it. and he ABSOLUTELY REGRETS IT TOMORROW. getting cross-faded is always a terrible idea, and he KNOWS it. but is that stopping him? hell nah. and dallas does it too. but dallas isn't as effected because he can handle his weight n' knows his limits. TWOBIT DOESN'T 💀

in my eyes, everytime darry gets high he either ends up across town or he ends up having an existential crisis. in this scene, he's having an existential crisis. probably about paul. he's most definitely thinking about all of his deepest regrets and deepp rooted trauma in that chair. is he saying shit about it? nnnnnope.

these guys are so ridiculous — i could've done something serious for the 100 followers special, but i saw this as a PERFECT opportunity when i realized what day it was. thankyou to all the people who like the stuff i post, this one goes out to you !!! 🫵😼

genuinely could not be happier to have a little community to myself to run over to every day n just Spit Shit and everyone goes "Hell Yeah." it's so fun and so cool and awawawaaahhh I couldn't be happier to have moots and lovely oomfs :D

also, unrelated, but i actually do not associate the song with the scene happening here just because the lyrics aren't matching well BUT the title was fitting, so... (idek if people actually listen to the songs i list??? i just do it for fun anyways, it's a really nice divider imo)

ant-ee-who. i really loved this drawing, even though i major rushed it in the span of [checks timelapse] around 2 hours. :3c

[tan1shere]

Heyy I was wondering if you could do a fic with Ellie x reader when r is on her period. Ellie doesn’t know, but she’s really hormonal, moody, and lashes out at Ellie. Eventually Ellie connects the dots and is really sweet and understanding and R just breaks down in tears saying stuff like she’s a terrible gf etc. R is also in a lot of pain with cramps and just wants to sleep and Ellie is there for her there too. I love your writing!!

You're ok

Ellie Williams x female reader!

A/n: hiii thank you 😊 I'm so glad you enjoy it, this one's just for you nonnie <3 hope you like it !!

Warnings: none really, fluffyness ! Moody reader ? -

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Birds were chirping, the sun starting to shine in. You smiled to yourself, this was going to be a good day! Until your legs hit the floor. A wave of blood washes over your uterus. Fuck. No no- was all you could think. You groan, it was always so irregular. It was supposed to come next week. You flop back on the bed, dreading this day already. Curling back up into the sheets. Why today, you planned to do stuff, be productive. It frustrated you how your period could be. Just be normal for God sake.

"Morning baby, I made you some breakfast." You hear your girlfriends voice. You groan in pain, your cramps starting to kick in like crazy, as usual. "Not hungry." Her brows furrow. "Bu-" "I said I'm not hungry." You spit. Her brows furrow more, deciding to leave you alone at your sudden outburst. All you wanted to do was sleep and hope the day speeds up faster.

It infact didn't. The common headache starts, the cramps become more and more. You decided to get up to get some water, moody and annoyed. "You done with whatever this morning was?" "Shut up." You grumble. Exhausted, hair a mess. Her head tilts looking at you in thought. "What it up with you today." You don't reply just wanting to lay in your bed again. She hated seeing you this way. "Hello?" You then go back up the stairs to lay down.

She opens the door a few hours later grabbing a book from the bedside. Noticing you were asleep. She was trying to rack her brain what was bothering you so much, then it clicked. "Period." She whispered. Then her demeanor softens. She felt awful for not noticing. Ellie was smart she pieced it together, she got them too she knows. But she also understood how badly you got yours, especially after you missed last months.

Another hour passes and you're awake again, staring at the ceiling. Your body ached, but your mood certainly changed. You hated how your body made you treat people, your mind all over the place. You look at the clock to check the time. It was way later in the evening. You decided to get up and go see your girlfriend just wanting some comfort after today. But most importantly to apologize, for no real reason as Ellie would say. She was so understanding, always saying that there was no need to apologize. You walk down seeing her watching TV on the couch. "Ells?" You softly say.

Her head turns to look at you. "I'm sorry Ellie, I'm so sorry." - "Hey hey its fine. You're ok." She lifts the blanket. "Come here." And you do, getting under it with her. "Why didn't you tell me when you saw I didn't know yet?" You shrug lightly. "I dunno baby, I'm sorry I've been so awful and evil today." This makes her laugh. "My wicked little moody monster." Your eyes roll with a huge smile. "Youre so silly." Her hand comes in contact with your hair. "How bad have they been?" You sigh and that's enough for her to know that they were bad. "Everything aches." A sad look is present on her features. "I'm sorry angel.

Your body moves closer into her touch loving the warm feeling she gave you. Why couldn't you of just done this, this morning. Instead of lashing out. "Look at me baby." She then says pulling you out if your thoughts. "It's not your fault. It's ok, I understand now, please don't worry about this morning." She saw through you and your mind. You nodded. "We're only human bub." Her soft way made you snuggle into her more. She was truly the best.

"Will you let me take care of you now?" You nod gently. And this makes her smile stick. She loved taking care of you, it filled her with so much joy to be there for the person she loved. "Thank you for being so patient with me." You tell her. She gives you a kiss on the forehead. "I will forever be patient with you, I love you."

"I love you too."

For the rest of that night that's what she did, she made sure you ate. Had something warm on your stomach for the pesky cramps. Ran you a soothing warm bath, for the whole of your aching body. And the cuddliest cuddles to end of a horrible day.

[mrsshabana]

Modern/after all odds Gyutaro definitely did it on the motorcycle despite the risk in being a secluded alleyway or smth since someone was needy and impatient. Gyutaro would have it on or even rev it up sitting backwards while having y/n ride him. The hypersexual thoughts have lead me to a wild imagination once again 😞 Also can I be the 🍰 anon if its not already claimed? ^^

𝐀𝐀𝐎 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⋆ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Against All Odds au, public sex, vaginal sex, creampie (if you aren't familiar with my Against All Odds fic, it's an au where demons live amongst humans in a modern au. And all of the kny demons go to university with reader.) ꒦꒷‧₊ Note I decided to write about AAO Gyutaro since I really miss writing that au! And of course, you can be the 🍰 anon if you'd like. Sorry for answering this so late btw. I've been working on other things lately but I was in the mood to write something quick today so I hope you all enjoy it. ♡

"That fucking student council meeting took so long, what the hell were you guys talking about anyways?" Gyutaro growls as he parks his bike behind the science building.

"Douma couldn't decide what color banners we needed for the festival this weekend," you giggle, watching your boyfriend's face contort in annoyance.

"Idiot," he rolls his eyes and turns off his bike, "Making me wait so damn long..."

You look around, confused as to why he is stopping behind the science building on campus. "Um Gyu, why are you stopping here?"

He flips around so he can face you and begins to unbutton his pants, "Cuz I'm gonna fuck you."

'WHAT!?" You yelp, and Gyutaro immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shut it!" he snarls, "I've been so horny all goddamn day ever since you put on that stupid skirt this morning. And now since you made me wait so long, I don't have any other choice but to fuck you right here."

He smirks and pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, already incredibly hard. The large vein that runs down the side of it already popping out, that's how you know he's been hard for quite a while.

"B-Babe I-," you start but he cuts you off.

"Shh, it's ok. The sun's already gone down so no one will see us. I promise..."

He bites his lip and pulls you in for a kiss. His other hand goes under your skirt, slipping into your panties to feel you've already started to get wet. But how can you not when seeing him so hot and bothered for you?

Pleased by this, he groans and pulls you into his lap. Slowly bucking his hips, gliding his cock along your slick panties.

"Gyu..." you whimper, "maybe we should move off the bike. I wouldn't want it to fall over..."

"Typical human, always worrying," he smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, "It won't fall over, I promise. My feet are on the ground so I can balance it while you ride me."

"R-ride you?" your entire face goes red. Usually, your boyfriend is on top, taking control and plunging into you aggressively is his favorite way to have sex. So it isn't often that he asks you to be on top, but you can't deny that you enjoy doing it. And he does too, it's just that most days he can't stop himself from fucking you silly. But today he doesn't have much choice.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it right?" He smirks mischievously as if challenging you.

"Of course I can!"

"I dunno... maybe you're too weak to take it. I mean you are just a pathetic human after all," he teases.

You furrow your brows, determined to prove him wrong. So you lift your hips, move your panties to the side, and gently lower yourself onto him.

"F-fuck," a breathy moan leaves his lips as he sinks into you and bottoms out.

"That shut you up, huh?" you tease back as you begin riding him.

He can't deny that you took his breath away, he didn't expect you to take control like you did. His nails dig into your thighs as you pick up the pace. Moaning loudly as you bounce on his lap, squelching sounds filling the air as his thick shaft splits you apart.

"C-C'mon babe ah, if you k-keep movin' like that I'm gonna cum too soon," he clenches his teeth and tries to hold back his moans.

"I don't want us to get caught," you gasp, "Ngh- you do want to cum in me don't you?"

"C-course I do," a needy moan escapes him. He moves his hands to your hips and begins to move you up and down, assisting you in your motion.

You lean forward until his cockhead slams into your sweet spot, "Ah- right there!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the mess between your legs spreads all over your thighs.

Your legs are beginning to feel sore but you're too determined to chase your high to even care. Moving faster and faster despite the pain and your thighs trembling.

Usually, your boyfriend would take over at this point but he's too high on cloud nine to pay attention to anything but the way your slick walls wrap around him and squeeze him so tightly. Making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

And with a strained groan, his nails dig into your skin, his cock twitches inside of you, and he leans back - accidentally revving his bike. But he's too busy filling you with his seed to even care.

Wanting to make sure he got his cum as deep as possible he tightly grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. Creating an absolute mess. A combination of his cum and your slick splattering all over your skirt and the seat of his bike.

You were already getting so close, but now the breeding instinct of your demon boyfriend brings you over the edge. Your walls tightening around him as your desperate moans fill the air.

Gyutaro smirks, pleased with himself as you slump over onto him. Feeling your body shake uncontrollably, he feels satisfied.

"That's it baby," he whispers as he gently kisses the side of your face, "You did so good for me."

"We should do this again sometime..." you whimper and nuzzle against him.

He smirks, "Hell yeah, but let's get you home and cleaned up for now."

He ignores the mess on his bike and pulls his pants up. Then he turns, positions himself properly, and shifts his bike back into drive.

"You good back there?" he shouts, making sure you're holding on tightly.

"Mm hm," you nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his back.

"Y'know, maybe we could do this every week after your student council meetings," he snickers as he revs the engine.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: sad reader hours.

minghao's hand is a little cold when he cups your cheek, frowning a little as he looks you over. "do you want to talk about it?"

most days, you do. the two of you usually sit together and talk out your feelings for as long as you need to until clarity is gained. but today, all you've been doing is sulking. you shake your head, hugging yourself a little tighter.

he crouches in front of the couch, just to be at your eye level. "is there anything i can do?"

"i dunno," you sigh. "i'm just kinda bummed out."

when you turn away from him, he sighs. he pats your knee and stands up, wandering away. you just shut your eyes, letting your mind wander for a bit. the heavy feeling in your chest has haunted you for far too long today, but how were you supposed to pull yourself out of this slump? sometimes it took other people, but you didn't even know what to tell minghao if he asked again. you'd talked with your parents earlier and not even they knew what could pull you out of this funk.

a few minutes later, you hear minghao approach again. when you open your eyes, he's kneeling in front of the couch with drawn-on whiskers. a moment later, he holds up his hands like paws.

"am i cute?"

it's stupid. it's so stupid, and the slight pained look in his eyes tells you that's it is supposed to be stupid. but you snort back a laugh, covering your mouth as you look away. what the hell? it doesn't elicit much else out of you, but you turn back and cup his cheek. he cracks a little after a moment, smiling and cringing at himself as he lowers himself fully onto the ground. it's silly, but his sweet giggle lightens the weight on your shoulders a little.

"thank you," you say softly after you draw him in for a quick kiss. "i think i needed that."

[salbei-141]

Daddy Issues (John Price x Reader)

Masterlist

word count: 1.4k

warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, comfort, suggestive themes, daddy issues, confession, praise, etc.

a/n: I have exams, but this obviously takes priority (if y'all are doing exams, go revise loves, don't be silly and procrastinate like me, I believe in y'all more than I do me)

I can't lie I may be tempted to write a smutty part 2 to this I dunno...Price is a DILF and I know me and you both got daddy issues - I'm writing Captain Price fanfic after all, and you're consuming it, so I feel like part 2 is may be necessary...

Code name: Scarlet

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You had missed 48% of your shots today, which was well below your usual average accuracy score. You felt yourself getting frustrated knowing you were better than this - you were a good soldier, you had made it to Task Force 141 all by yourself despite the setbacks.

Reloading your pistol, you moved yourself into the correct position and breathed in deeply, then pulled the trigger. You watched as it hit the outermost line on the target. What was with you today? You stood in silence staring at the target feeling dread crawling up your spine - maybe you weren't as good of a soldier as you'd believed you were. You felt yourself remembering the harsh words of your father reminding you that you were just a useless little girl.

Huffing to yourself, you slammed the gun down in front of you, rubbing your hands over your face, feeling that stinging in your throat. Were you really about to start crying? "Get a fucking grip", you muttered to yourself.

That's when you heard the familiar heavy footsteps of your captain. And before you knew it, his voice was coming from behind you, making you shiver lightly with its deep rumble, "You'll have some catching up to do Scarlet - Gaz and Soap are way ahead of you".

You don't know what it was, but the blatant disappointment in his voice had you wanting to hide away and sob - you were supposed to be his best soldier. The frustration and upset overwhelmed your senses, and you turned to face Price with a stoic expression and snappy tone, "Look can you just fuck off? You think you're making this any easier by standing there and breathing down my neck telling me I'm not good enough?".

He looked surprised - you had never snapped at him like this before, especially in front of other soldiers. He then knitted his brows together, staring deeply into your eyes with a blank expression that felt like the calm before the storm and spoke with a low tone, "Get in my office y/n." He watched as your eyebrows furrowed further and your eyes grew darker, as you went to open your mouth and assumedly defy his order, "Now y/n", you shut your mouth instantly and walked to his office as he towed behind while there was a gentle echo of whispers behind you.

As you opened the door to the office you walked into the centre of the room staring outside the window overlooking the premises. You refused to take a seat - it was defiant, but you also didn't want to get comfortable, you knew you'd fucked up royally.

The fire in you just 5 minutes ago had dwindled - you weren't aggressive to your peers, let alone your superior. But you bit at him - you weren't an aggressive person, just overwhelmed - you hadn't meant it.

You stood rigid and on edge - unsure how Price was going to respond to you. You watched as he rounded you, opting to stand tall in front of you, instead of sitting at his desk as you had hoped for.

"Want to explain what the fuck that was?" He stared down at you with piercing eyes that you were struggling to hold your gaze with his, his voice was gruff and stern.

The fire had dwindled in you completely, and you didn't know what to do or how to respond. You stared up at him looking lost - completely bewildered by your own actions, "I'm...sorry"

He watched as your eyes glazed over, he hadn't expected this when you were raising your voice at him mere moments before.

"What?", his brows furrowed confused by your sudden shedding of tears. You weren't an overly emotional individual and he'd never seen you shed tears during some of your most harrowing missions together.

You looked up at him ashamed - feeling like that useless little girl your father had said you always were, "I said I'm sorry John".

The use of his first name changed everything - it felt informal - he felt like he needed to comfort you as a friend, not as your superior.

"Come here y/n", he beckoned you into his arms, letting you wrap your arms around him and softly cry into his chest. He gently ran his fingers through your hair - unsure of what you needed from him right now, but the calming of your breaths reassured him that he was doing enough.

"What’s wrong?”, he pulled back slightly to see your face - your cheeks had flushed red and your eyes remained glossy with tears.

You shift your eyes around him, trying to avoid his gaze and his question. However, you feel as he gently lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his as he waited for an answer.

“I’m just…overwhelmed”, he raised a brow at this - it was obvious that there was more going on.

“Can you tell me why?”, he sounded so gentle - he genuinely wanted to know - he cared.

You continue holding his gaze feeling the newly familiar burn in your throat as you tried to keep your tears at bay - not that it worked as you felt a few escape and trail down your cheeks again, being caught by John's thumb as he wiped them away.

“Do I disappoint you, John?”

"What?", he looked confused - you were probably his most hard-working soldier - getting this far wasn't easy, and it certainly wouldn't have happened if you were a disappointment.

“Do you ever think that I was a poor choice for 141?”, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing - he’d never doubted your abilities since the day he saw your first induction day to the SAS.

"Not at all love, why?"

"You said that I was falling behind...and my father used to tell me if I wasn't the best then I was just another person wasting everyone's time pretending to be something I wasn't, so I should just give up", you held your breath - never having admitted that.

He held your face gently, "Your father's a fucking idiot then love", you chuckled softly and he smiled seeing this - you weren't the same little girl your father would relentlessly put down; if your 10-year-old self could see you know, she'd be so proud of you, you knew that. John was right - your father was a fucking idiot.

"I couldn't be prouder to have you as a member of 141...but you're more than just a soldier love - I think the only time you've disappointed me was the day you got shit-faced with Johnny after your birthday last year"

You stared at him confused, absentmindedly placing your hands over his wrist that held your face, "Why?"

His tone changed - you'd never heard it come from him, "Because I had planned to ask you out -and finally taste those lips of yours"

Your cheeks felt hot as you blushed, shocked by his confession, "Why haven't you said anything?"

He leaned slightly closer to you, smelling the perfume that clung to your skin, "Lost the courage like the idiot I was"

You smile at him, your eyes having dried from the previous tears, "Well don't be an idiot again".

He chuckled lowly, "Don't plan on it love".

He pulled you closer to him, leaning down to meet your lips, kissing you softly, tasting the salt that lingered on your lips. He felt as you gently nipped his lip, feeling the way you smiled into him. He gently pushed you up against his desk, intensifying the kiss, as you both started to feel hotter, your senses overwhelmed by your captain as you felt his body pressed against yours. You gently pushed at his chest, making him pull away and look down at you - your pupils were blown, making him smirk.

"Take me on a date first?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and spoke lowly, "Of course love - as much I want to fuck you against my desk right now, I think I'd rather take you out first and fuck you in my bed, hm?"

You blushed hard at him, "Maybe you'll get to fuck me against your desk another time"

"I hope so love", he smirked stepping away and holding his hand out to you, "Best get back out there before someone comes to check on you thinking I've lost it on you, huh?"

You smiled at him stepping around him to leave, "Good girl", you stopped in your tracks, ready to turn back around.

"Didn't tell you to stop", you sighed as you heard his low laugh as you left his office to go back to your target - everything before being forgotten as your Captain preoccupied your mind for the rest of the day.

[wandaslamb]

One of those days

Parings: Step-mom!Wanda x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff and wholesomeness :))

a/n: I felt sad and wanted to write something to take my mind off things, so I decided to write something short. I did not proofread this nor felt like editing it so if there are mistakes I'm so sorry, i wanted to post this for the people who also have bad days maybe this can help, I dunno lol. anyways back to girl rotting and what not, enjoy!! :D

Word count: 1.1k

“Malysh, I’m home!..” Wanda sat her bags down on the couch frowning, usually once she comes home you're running to her with open arms. Since your dad was on a business trip it left you with her. It’s been a couple of days and university had been kicking your ass. 

mentally you weren't feeling the best, and it had been eating you away until today after class it broke you. 

“Baby.. where are you?” She walked upstairs to your bedroom, only to find you curled up in the bed with the covers over your head. 

“oh!! hi darling!!” her usual smile appeared on her face before uncovering your head, finding you teary-eyed and sniffling. “Angel…angel what’s wrong?” your cries started to get louder as she sat you up pulling you in her lap. 

“hey.. hey look at me.” She turned your head to face hers wiping away the tears from your face. “talk to me Lyubov..tell Mommy what’s wrong.” 

you started to speak but you just broke down in her arms, she let out a sigh and put her chin on your head rubbing your back to help you with your breathing.

“oh, it’s one of those days isn’t it?” you nodded into her chest.

“aww baby…don’t worry, mommy’s here and I have all the time in the world to be with you..” 

She shifted on the bed to make you both comfortable rocking you both as you started to calm down a little bit.

“i-i’m sorry... I just-“ you started but she shushed you, running her hands through your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry about printsessa, let mommy take care of you.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, “I know you don’t wanna talk when you’re in this state, But I don’t need you to say anything I just need you to listen to me, honey?” You nodded playing with her fingers. 

“It’s all right, baby, It's ok to have these days...Even the people who seem to be the happiest, strongest, perfect individuals on Earth, go through tough days… It happens to me too, baby. Remember?” she started to smile again.

“Remember that even Mommy sometimes is in a bad mood and doesn’t feel good.” 

“yea..” you sniffed 

“Yeah? And what do you do to help me when I’m in a bad mood?” 

“I try to make you feel better..” she nodded before pulling you back into her chest. 

“That’s right! but right now, it’s time to make my baby feel better and I know exactly what to do about it,” she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone that made you giggle a little. 

“you do?” 

“Yes, Of course, I do silly! first off I think my baby deserves some mommy kisses..” She started to kiss you all over your face before she landed on your lips.

your giggles filled the room, as she kissed all over your face and neck, before stopping and moving your hair out your face moving your so that you would face her. 

“There’s that beautiful face I know and love, now mommy needs to tell you something important..” your smile quickly turned back into a frown. your anxieties started to show its face again as you removed your hand from hers but she quickly held it again rubbing the back of it to reassure you you were fine.

“Are you ready to hear it?”

you slowly nodded as she took a deep breath and smiled, “I love you.”

she took a hold of your face and looked into your eyes wiping your forming tears.

“I love you very very much angel.” your tears started to fall again your hands pressed up to your face as she pulled you right back into her. 

“Aww, malysh,” she rubbed your back. 

“shhh it’s ok, mommy’s got you... I didn’t mean to make you cry again but you needed to hear it. I love you so much, you mean the world to me..” she sighed. 

“I know you have many responsibilities, and with everything that is going on sometimes you feel overwhelmed but I’m here for you, printsessa. I’m here to help you recharge, on the days you feel drained like today, and I’m here for you on the days you have everything under control and your energy matches the one of a little bunny because you're always my little energetic bunny..” she giggled.

“But still, I’m here for you, sweetheart always and I’m so grateful to be able to do that, cause you know I wouldn't stand to see my bunny like this and not do something about it, right?” you lifted your head and nodded at her before putting your head back on her chest. 

“Yes, that’s because you’re important to me, honey. You’re my good girl, My precious baby girl, I will always be here when you need me I promise you.” 

“I love you mama..” you mumbled into her chest and she laughed before kissing the top of your head. 

She froze for a moment letting the word ‘mama’ ring through her head, out of all the years she’s been with your dad you’d never call her that. It stuck something in her something so… soft and endearing which filled her with so much love.

“I love you too, honey.” she pulled you up to face her again. “Are you feeling a little bit better now darling?” 

“yeah, a little bit..”

“Good. But I’m not done cuddling and spoiling you tonight, I think my baby deserves to have a nice dinner.” 

“I don’t need-“

“No no, honey you need to eat. How about I make your favorite food and you're going to be a good girl for me and eat it. I’m thinking my famous Chicken paprikash how does that sound?” you excitedly nodded Wanda made this dish a lot when she first moved in with you and your dad, and it soon became a meal you loved for her to make. 

“I’ll also let you choose what movies we can watch tonight.. but for right now, we can just cuddle a little bit more.” She held out her arms, you melting right back into them listening to her heart beating and the breaths she took as she started to hum softly as she slowly rocked you. 

“Don’t worry, baby…everything will be all right. You'll be fine, Mommy’s here, and I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, sweetheart, There’s nothing that can hurt you, I will not allow anything to hurt you, not while you’re safe and secure in Mommy’s arms. I will take care of you, always my sweet, precious, beautiful baby girl.”

[magic-f3tus]

(I'm gonna be one of the first ever requests here>:33(just found u,dunno yo first acc lmao-))

So, u write for Crk? Fantastic, cus I'm currently have a obsession season with emo Vanilla- I mean Truthless Recluse:3

He's emo, so I just got a small idea: reader being Shadow milk's little sibling, so they got some of the silly from their brother; jester brother? We got a magician sibling>:). Like, love doing little card tricks for Truthless to watch (he just peak. A bit.), following him like a clingy little kitty, floating around poking him, trying to get some reaction out of this emo face, stealing his hat; but does he mind? Yes... (Nah, he doesn't, just doesn't show that he enjoys it, being your bodyguard to stop your risky tricks). But at April fools this year, they decided to annoy him in another way; chatting with Black Sapphire, have tea parties with Candy Apple, goofing around with her brother, COMPLETELY ignoring our little healer, so, what will he do? Let your imagination with the fic explore, I'll wait>:33

(sorry if it's long, and take care too, wish you the best luck)

(I wonder what Arcana game did you mentioned? I just know Arcana Twilight-)

-🫐☕

Ngl this is a fun idea.

Also the Arcana game I'm referring to is called The Arcana : A Mystic Romance and it's made by Nix Hydra.

It's so worth it to check out and my fav character is Asra

Is Arcana Twilight good btw? I heard of it but haven't checked it out yet.

The Sibling of Deceit

And their companion with the big hat !

Shadow Milk Cookie has a younger sibling and they oh so love to trail behind the newest addition to the Spire! How fun! Always poking and prodding, showing him their newest tricks and treats and all that jazz. Though they are feeling extra mischievous today and who other to target than their favourite companion !

And they know just what to do...

Truthless Recluse felt that something was amiss when his eyes opened from his slumber. The Spire was too silent for his comfort.

The usual feel of mischief nowhere to be seen. He stood up from the bed that he rested on, picking up his staff as he searched for his hat.

His hat was missing? Hah he knew that they would do something like this! Ignoring the happiness that he felt.

So what do they want him to chase for his hat?

Absolutely not!

He'll leave this room without it the- his hat had fallen by his bedside. The externally stoic cookie was now looking slightly flustered.

Maybe he was wrong...

Nevertheless, his peace was still disturbed. No attempts to steal his hat, poke and prod his attire, convince him to partake in nonsensical stunts.

It was completely silent. He wandered the Spire in complete solidarity, the lack of interaction was getting to him and he was tense, hoping that something might occur or a prank be pulled.

Cause he was very convinced that this was an elaborate plan. How else would you explain that the cookie would trail him upon sight cease to do so. Just like that??

As he continued his steps through the place, a familiar voice was heard chattering away.

Like the uninterested cookie he is, he follows that voice.

"Oh! Candy Apple darling, this sweet tea is simply splendid!"

There you were sitting on a comically small chair made for Candy Apple Cookie. Giggling and laughing with her. For a brief moment your eyes met before you got up and excused yourself.

With that he concluded that this was a deliberately meant for him and he wouldn't fall for such blatant trickery. He turned around walking away though where he doesn't know but maybe hoping that he would hear your voice again.

After a while he encounters Black Sapphire, the cookie giving him cordial greetings and in the distance he sees you again. This time you were conversing with Shadow Milk Cookie. The Beast laughed at something you said, he wasn't able to hear from where he was.

Though mildly frustrated his steps moved unconsciously towards you and you along with Shadow Milk seemed to take notice as the latter patted you on the shoulder and disappeared.

This time you didn't disappear and even if you wanted to he grabbed you before you could.

You shot him a clueless look. "Is something the matter Truthless?"

The face he made at your question was utterly priceless. The furrow of his eyebrows, eyes widening, mouth aghast and head in this judgemental turn.

Until he regained composure much to your dismay. "Nothing seems to be the matter. Why do you inquire?"

It took your whole baked body to resist laughing and he looked exasperated.

"Oh no you look quite flummoxed"

Truthless Recluse felt that something was amiss, and something was definitely amiss.

"Oh really, I wasn't aware."

That broke the camels back for you, erupting in continuous laughter while he only looked more exasperated.

"Just so you are aware, this whole thing wasn't humorous one bit."

"Oh it definitely was you just aren't funny enough."

You shot him a grin while he turned around and walked away not wanting to deal with you. Floating alongside him you plucked his hat from his head and placed it on your own.

"Soooo you missed me?"

"Why would I?"

"OH COME ONNNN. You so missed me."

And this time he shot you a grin.

"Nothing you can prove."

>> As I was writing this I realised that I write so much angst that I forgot how to funny.

[lightgirlll]

☆ glitter on her clothes

chloe price x reader

synopsis: Chloe's friend crush starts wearing body glitter and now she has to deal with the consequences

a/n: this is just something silly i wrote in less than an hour because i'm avoiding univeristy work lmao dont take this seriously. English is not my first language. Chloe has a crush but it's still oblivious to it, pinning Chloe, loser!chloe, reader just loves shinning, before the storm era. the pics it's just for the aesthetic, not necesarily represent reader's skintone. i MIGHT make this into a multi part thing

The first time Chloe noticed, she had been annoyed. More like pissed off. Her favorite t-shirt ever, with chunks of glitter that, no matter what she did, wouldn't wash off. 

She didn't understand where it had come at first, because she wasn't the arts and crafts type. Heck, she didn't even though there had ever been a particle of glitter on her house since she had been around 8 years old. 

And then, she had gone to school still annoyed because she really did want to wear that t-shirt that day, and she had sat down to hang out under a tree with the girl, her closest-thing-she-had-to-a-friend, when she spots it.

She was sparkling. Fucking sparkling when the sunlight hit the skin of her arms, neck and chest (although she mentally kicked herself for looking in that direction in the first place, because yeah, she did have a nice chest and looked real nice in that low neck she had picked today-ugh she did not mean it that way, she was just envious, maybe- but that didn't mean she had to ruin whatever they had for staring at her chest).

She was forgetting the point. The point was, her friend was sparkling like those vampires from that horrible movie. What was it again? Twilight?

Yeah, that was right. Twilight.

Not that she had seen that shit, of course. Only the memes online. And maybe the images of the pretty actress who played Alice, but that was only to get inspiration for her hairstyle. 

The point was. Her friend had fucking glitter all over her skin. Thinner than the one from arts and craft. And it looked pretty similar to the one stuck on her beloved t-shirt. 

"Dude, are you in the process of becoming a fricking faerie or what? why do you shine?" 

The girl looked confused for a moment and made a funny expression with her mouth -that of course didn't make Chloe notice the sparkle also present on her pretty lips, surely the result of lip gloss- until she looked down at her hands and gasped. 

"Oh, this? body glitter, dude." She answered, moving her hand more so it received more sunlight and moved it so Chloe could see the little sparkly dots.

"Why would you want to wear body glitter in the first place?" 

"Why not wear body glitter, dude. That's the real question" She said in that serious tone she used when they were teasing each other, then elaborated. "Dunno, my mom bought it for me the other day, I tried it out and it's addicting. I put on a tiny bit and then I loved it so much I put more. Now it doesn't wash off. This is all from yesterday" 

Yesterday. That made Chloe connect the dots. She looked over the clothes the girl was wearing and noticed that, just like her shirt, they were full of glitter. Which only meant that the dammed body glitter did not, in fact, stayed in the body but transferred to clothes. And they sat together in every class they shared - when Chloe cared enough to show up to classes, that is- so maybe that was the moment when it had gone into Chloe's clothes.

(Or maybe it had been when she had said goodbye with a small hug and a kiss to Chloe's cheek last night, but she would rather not think of that to avoid becoming a stuttering mess like yesterday. Ugh, she hated feeling embarrassed.)

"So it was you" Her tone was accusatory, and a gasp left her lips. "You ruined my shirt, with glitter. Dude. I could have worn it at least two more times before I needed to wash it but now because of you I had to do the laundry this morning"

The girl gasped as well, and used one of her hands to cover her mouth as small giggles started to leave her lips. "No way."

"Yes way, it had to be you. Who else would wear body glitter in this hellhole aside from you?" 

That made the other girl uncover her mouth, her giggles turning into full laugher. "Dude, I am so sorry. I had no idea it would transfer to you" 

The apology didn't sound that serious, because after all she was laughing. But the tone of her voice and the sound of her laugh made her less irritated, she didn't understand why.

"Whatever, you owe me something. I was trying to rescue my poor shirt from the crawls of your glitter and since my mom saw me washing I had to do the whole laundry. Precious time I could have used to sleep"

"How about a donut? The chocolate ones you like" She offered, now done laughing but a smile still present in her face.

And hey, who was Chloe to refuse a donut? -or that smile?-. 

"Make it two" She said, with a pout on her face. 

"Deal" The other girl smiled and brought Chloe to a side hug. 

Chloe would only notice that the hug, which hadn't made her flustered for no reason, nah, not at all, had made that another one of her dear band shirts was covered in the body glitter late that night, after parting paths. But somehow, this second time it didn't irritated her as much as the first time. 

She couldn't figure out why.

a/n: hi, so this is my first time ever posting a fic, that is CRAZY. as i mentioned early i might make this into a small series, but it depends of how much free time i have which it's not a lot so we'll see

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

so like . maybe opening a Google doc for this is a bit much however (future sage after they finished, it was not. it was not a bit much) . consider . who cares

the paragraph analysis (that isn't 2k words) - morally grey, maybe leaning more villain, some vague concepts of like- power? (of the magic kind?), probably was part of a group / company and isn't anymore . also like . getting vague toxic ex vibes from at least two of those songs.

anyway. I've gotten very good at analyzing songs as we all know. and so - a short little analysis based on nothing but the vibes of those songs <3

-> [Bones]

-> giving very morally grey kinda vibes? something about like- “I'll take the long road home that's lined with blood and snow” have they killed people? maybe their past involves some kind of death? the whole thing of innocent but they'll still serve time, maybe they're being blamed for some kind of death? The line about being your own worst enemy - do they blame *themself* for something that happened? do they think they're a bad person and keep going on anyway? Also that first like “can you believe in something that you can't even see? Can you agree we're part of something bigger than you and me?” Very ‘part of a suspicious group” kinda vibes, especially with the other lines about blood and innocence. “The mirror's always showing me a shell of who I used to be” maybe they used to be a better person than what they are now? (Looks at Little Wolf. looks at Little Wolf so hard)

-> vaguely kinda . toxic (or more than just toxic) ex vibes if you look at it in the right lens . like the lines about “you can give and take” and “Crack my bones but my heart won't break” like. yeah

-> [AC/DC]

-> this one is giving me . a time . because okay the main thought is of course like- robot. or some kind of mechanical parts, connected somehow to something like that?

-> if we go robot route, you have the obvious of like- morally grey robot being used by slightly evil group / company to do their dirty work, but in combination with all of the other songs I'm not quite sure that really fits completely?

-> could actually be more *the group / company* talking to starbound!sherb as opposed to starbound!sherb themself, which in context to the other songs I feel might be a bit more likely? honestly this song is the most confusing one to me-

-> [Rats]

-> something about how the group they work for is a little evil and they're all kind of rats and rats aren't considered good or clean or anything (something about having blood on their hands?) “Guess he's only got himself to blame” Something about how they've done bad things but (they believe) it's kinda their fault because they kept doing it without any question

-> and the other thing . toxic ex vibes . just very toxic relationship vibes . something about “love me like the rats in the cupboard” but like they wouldn't be loved because no one *wants* rats in their cupboard. the “watch me me burn and feed the flames” something about a possible partner (or I guess this could be like- okay I have brain worms and they definitely *were* apart of some kind of group so this could be referring to that but . lemme have my fun <3 - and this doesn't feel like the kinda song sherb would pick if thats the case? soooooo /silly) letting them wear themself down and feed the fire of why they're not a good person? “Do you ever get sick of watching me cave in” like ??? okay now . something about getting close to someone and then just . They don't help you and just watch you from afar. mmm. “Pull me apart and spreed me thin” do I need to elaborate . like. same reason as the last one- “told me she was back and here to stay, said she loved me and she wants my money, well I told her not today” very like- maybe controlling past partner maybe? this whole song gives very toxic relationship vibes and I dunno how else you want me to say that- “love me like the rats in the cupboard, not enough to keep a dying flame” something something starbound!sherb finally walking away from this? finally going off and trying to distance themself from this person?

-> half vaguely coherent thought of maybe like- them leaving the possible group they could've been apart of and like- getting into a relationship that isn't healthy in the slightest bc they haven't been able to process and the other side is just toxic? you know? shrug

-> [Sinners]

-> very just . morally grey vibes. not like lyric wise just like Vibe wise you must listen to it to understand I feel. “I must be good for something” so they want to be useful huh? is that a thing they wanna do? hm? /silly “oh Sinners come down, come gather round” something about maybe formerly being in a group - maybe being in some sort of higher up position? who knows, not me, clearly. “Let's go have some fun before they put us in the ground” so there's people after their group or just them perhaps? (with the addition of leave me alone later on the playlist, this is highly likely that *someone* is after them) “lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines” something about whatever they do being very like- controlling? (could tie back to AC/DC maybe?) like them being on a tight ship perhaps? there's a lot of repeating lyrics in this one so there's not too much for me to look at with my eyes :(

-> [Little Wolf]

-> so this is the outlier of the group it'd seem . and . okay I've been brain worms about this one. because there's like- two ways yoou can see this one. also they're for sure not Athena I hope we can agree on that-

-> so option number one that- I think makes the most sense, is that in the context of this song they'd be antinuous. Kinda of more of that “morally grey, leaning a bit more ‘villain’” kinda vibes they got going? Just very antagonistic and stuff like that? (To who is another question but we probably can't get that just from the playlist)

-> other option is they're telemachus - a younger version of them only hoping to be a good person (perhaps joining a group in hopes they'd be able to help out with space horrors?), being taken under the wing of someone older and willing to protect them. (something about how arguably, under this interpretation, they could very easily be *both* telemachus and antinuous, trying to be good at the beginning and only ending up a worse person despite. Perhaps this is some kind of internal dialog, who knows. it's funky thinking about what's up with them)

-> [Dark Science]

-> This is the part I get the vague power vibes from? it just has that vibes and I can't explain it more than that-

-> actually on second thought it could also just be like- the group they were / could've been a part of? like something about their leader or a recruiter talking to starbound!sherb? and or star!sherb talking to like- a victim, but I lean more to the first option? something about the pre-chorus “Of your cold heart, no spark Restarting your true dark With mismatched animal parts Cannibal starved, natural Death is just the start” Feels very like- trying to convince them that it's gonna be fine and whatever they're going to do to star!sherb will all be fine (maybe they're like- cyborg? or along this song maybe some funky alien things? which could maybe also add to the powers idea that I've slightly squashed) and the chorus telling someone to not be afraid feels very “someone trying to convince someone else this group / these people are good and this is completely normal and ethical :)” also this - “With every draw I paint a picture Perfect murder scene But if these mortuary walls could talk We both know that they’d scream Hindsight is the only judge and jury that I need” feels very like- their story has *something* to do with death of some kind, be that literal or like- something else I'm not sure we can figure out. also the bridge talks about control and being a “cog” and. yeah I think their story perhaps also has something to do with control . I feel like those are the two major vibes I get. (Add the toxic ex idea to that? mmmmmm)

-> [Cavalryman]

-> something about being a soldier something about doing people's dirty work something about being apart of a slightly evil group something something. I don't have big brain worms about this song its just very big vibes honestly. also a lot of stuff about death yet again? like I feel like this could perhaps be a big part of their story… just guessing here though who knows… /silly

-> [Do What I Gotta]

-> morally grey bitch <3 /pos - also, seems like they might be on their own now perhaps? not apart of a group anymore - something like they left it for something better? (being morally grey still <3) anyway. “This city got issues lucky for us though I'm a one man armada” something about them trying to fix everything on their own (points back to that idea in Sinners of “I must be good for something” perhaps?) “I'm a bottle half full cause I got a good feeling that this world will truly start healing long as I do my part and keep a head start” very funky vibes going on here - seems a but more optimistic than the previous songs seemed? maybe they're trying to change their ways (albeit still in a definitely morally grey kinda way) or something like that so they can reverse any harm they could've done? “Imma do what's best if I get knocked down i'll start from the bottom” something about how they're willing to start all over if they get knocked off wherever they are? thyre *willing* to start over and still climb their way back up to the top. and then the . “count your days, I don't care what city you stay, I don't care what path you walk, the fact that you walks enough to get slain” Oh so like they're definitely killing people . so like regardless of what they did before they're probably definitely killing people still- “”we are your friends, we're in your crew, we are like you,” or that what they say” so maybe they're killing the people they used to associate with question mark? “Your choice is easy just pick a side but pick the wrong one and you'll probably die” funky funky funky for sure guys . normal

-> [Leave Me Alone]

-> puts my fingers together . toxic ex makes an appearance perhaps . I dunno something about this song in combination with Rats (and also Bones a little) is giving very toxic ex vibes and also probably like- their past group too but. lemme toxic ex truth here for a little bit please <3 “you took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend” points, there was a reference to money in rats and it was In a very oh this person wants this but I won't give it to them and this also maybe has that kinda vibes. also the whole just . leave me alone idea . toxic maybe kinda controlling vibes from rats and bones - it's not a *long* stretch to assume they might be after star!sherb? “The devil that you is better than the devil that you don't” perhaps like- maybe star!sherb not wanting to hurt whoever after them despite everything (the devil they know being the person after them, and the devil they don't being star!sherb? something about how star!sherb definitely is like . okay with murder-) “go fly a kite until your tangled in the hanging tree” Well that's a way to tell someone to kill themself- okay no for real something about how maybe in this case star!sherb doesn't want to get their hands dirty? and they want someone else, or even the person after them, to do it themself as opposed to otherwise (if we go toxic ex situation, something about still feeling things for them despite everything?)

uhhhhhhhh, I think that's all. word count on all of that is like two thousand words . thought that'd be shorter guess I'm just too much of a loser for that. anyway I have brainworms about starbound!sherb I hope that's clear 🧍‍♂️

[hoejosatoru]

Off Limits

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Ran Haitani

Summary: Your older brother, Mikey, forbids any of his subordinates from putting their hands on you. Naturally, Ran takes that as a challenge.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, drugging mentioned (reader not drugged), oral (fem! receiving), fingering, raw sex, cream pie, Mikey is an over protective brother, guns, pet names like angel, sugar, pretty girl, etc I think that's it? kind of an abrupt ending bc I'm silly like that

It was a boring day for Ran Haitani. Well, if you consider hunting rival gang members down and beating information out of them dull like Ran does. As much as he loves his job, the thrill of seeing another man's fear, feeling his fist connect with deadly precision, sometimes it was a bit monotonous. All work and no play makes Ran Haitani a dull boy and such.

He thought he'd fix this with a trip to Bonten's strip - no gentlemen's club. He could hear Koko yelling at him in his head for, 'lessening the value of their asset' by not using some euphemism. Ran didn't think it mattered much. Men just wanted to see women take their clothes off; they didn't care what it was called.

Usually going to the gentlemen's club made him feel better, but even this was feeling dull to him today. He's already fucked all the girls he had an interest in. Some of them multiple times. And they were great, sure, but he nothing that could spark his interest now. He needed fresh blood, so to speak.

Then you walked in. Ran had been idly drumming his fingers along the dark mahogany of the bar top, half listening to Rindou and Sanzu drone on about the days' events. His fingers halted the moment he saw you, straightening up and zeroing in. He'd never seen you before, he would have remember that face... that body. Were you a new hire? He wondered... No it couldn't be. The execs ran background checks on all the women in the club, which fell to Ran or his brother to do. No way you slipped through the cracks.

A prickle of anger flared through him as he wondered if you were dating one of the execs. He couldn't image one of the guys dating a woman like you and not bragging about it though. Maybe a patron's girl? You seemed to be looking for someone. Ran smiled. He could be a helpful guy, take you to your boyfriend... and then put a hit out on him. He didn't play fair, but he always played for keeps.

"Shit, who's that?" Rindou piped up behind him. Ran stifled a wave of possessiveness rushing through him. If he made it too obvious how bad he wanted you, this would become a contest he didn't want. At least Rindou's response to you confirmed that he didn't know you, so you couldn't be a dancer.

"Dunno," Ran shrugged, "But looks like she could use some help."

Sanzu rolled his eyes. "Since when do you care about helping random women."

Ran knocked back the rest of the whisky in his glass. "What can I say, I am a feminist." Sanzu and Rindou groaned at him, but his back was already to them making a beeline towards you. The closer he got, the more he was taken by you. You were so beautiful, but you also looked more nervous that he originally appraised. Maybe you were truly just lost. Wrong place, right time - for Ran at least.

"Hi," Ran said, mustering all the calmness in his voice he could manage. You looked him up and down, your pulse quickening - and not because you were nervous. The man standing before you was one of the finest you'd ever laid eyes on. But you couldn't let that distract you from your purpose here. "Haven't seen you around here before, are you lost?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm... looking for someone." You were vague, not sure of who this man was and not willing to trust anyone but who you were looking for.

"Oh? Well I'm one of the owners here," Ran replied casually, though he was dying to know who you were here for. "Maybe I could help you out?" His words sparked recognition in you, he could see it in how your eyes widened.

He's an owner? That mean he must know... "My brother, I'm looking for my brother." You felt the tiniest rush of relief that you bumped into someone who could truly help you.

Brother. Ran couldn't help but smile. This was the best case scenario; there was not issue of competition there. "And who's that, sweetheart?"

"Mikey."

"Mikey?" But it wasn't his own voice that verbalized his surprised. He whipped around, irritated to find Sanzu and Rindou followed him. Sanzu was shocked by the mention of the boss's name. Ran couldn't deny he was surprised too; he had no idea Mikey had a sister.

"Since when did Mikey have a sister?" Rindou questioned.

Sanzu scowled. "I knew it," he snapped, "But I didn't know it was her." Of course Sanzu, Mikey's little dog, would be privy to that information. But even he had never laid eye on you before, he simply was just aware a sister existed. "You're not supposed to be here," his comment pointed right at you.

"I know, I know," you replied quickly. Mikey was very clear to you that you were supposed to stay far away from his... line of business. "But it's an emergency. These guys came to my job and I- they were looking for me." You shivered at the memory of your close call.

Sanzu's eyes widened. Ran could practically hear the gears turning in his head: how was he going to use this as an opportunity to further win Mikey's favor? Ran rolled his eyes, as if Sanzu needed to do any more ass kissing.

"Did anyone follow you here?" Sanzu demanded.

"No - I don't think so," you replied. "Please can't I just talk to Mikey?"

"C'mon Sanzu, you're scaring the poor girl," Ran interjected. If Sanzu could use the situation to his benefit, so could he. "Even if someone did follow her, we'll handle it. Let's just get her to Mikey." He gave you an assuring smile that caused a blush to rise in your cheeks. Ran didn't miss it, of course, savoring the soft little smile you returned to him.

Sanzu didn't argue, telling you to follow him instead. He led the way, weaving through the tables where patrons sat. Ran and Rindou took up the rear behind you, following to Mikey's private room at the club. Ran gave a particularly nasty look to one man who stared at you a beat too long.

"Did you know Mikey had a sister?" Rindou whispered to Ran.

"No."

"Interesting."

Ran smiled, this was exactly the type of fun he needed. "Very."

Sanzu opened the door to Mikey's office. He was sitting alone at his desk, a whiskey in his hands as he looked through a pile of papers. His eye flicked up, annoyed at the intrusion until he saw you. He jumped out of his seat. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he was half between anger and concern.

You rushed past Sanzu to your brother. Ran leaned against the closed door, eager to see how this played out. "I'm so sorry Mikey I- I know I'm not supposed to be here," the words tumbled out of you. "But there were men looking for me. I got scared."

Mikey's eyes darkened. "Tell me exactly what happened."

You sat down, realizing how badly you were shaking. You'd come here on pure adrenaline and now it was wearing off. You explained to Mikey how you had been in the back of the bakery where you work, when you heard a gruff voice asking for you. Well, it was really more like demanding. At first you had been afraid you fucked up someones order, but when you caught a peak at the 2 men looking for you you knew instantly they were not looking costumers.

Thankfully, they hadn't seen you and your coworker had the good sense to insist you were not working today. It took some convincing, but they finally left. You lied to your coworker and said you had a crazy ex. But really, you knew the symbol on their jackets was one your brother warned you of. A rival gang. And somehow, despite Mikey's best efforts to keep you far away from his lifestyle, they found you.

"You swear you weren't hurt?" Mikey questioned, softening now that he understood why you were here.

"I'm okay I promise, just a little shaken up," you replied, "I don't know what I'm gonna do about work."

"You're going to quit," Mikey state, shooting you a look when you balked. "I should have known something like this would happen. You got really fucking lucky today, y/n. If they had gotten to you... I don't even want to think about it. You have to stay close to me. Under my protection, there is no other way."

"But my coworkers could be in danger," you replied, sad at the thought of never getting talk shit about rude costumers while kneading dough again.

"I'll have my guys watch the shop for a few weeks to make sure it's safe. And tell me the name of the girl who had your back. I'll make sure she gets compensated," Mikey replied. Before you could protest, Mikey returned his attention to the men behind you. "Sanzu, get everyone to the meeting room. We need to discuss this immediately."

Sanzu slipped out obediently. Mikey eyed the two remaining men suspiciously, particularly the taller one. "And who do I have to thank for finding her?"

The taller one, Ran you believed his name was, smiled. "That would be me boss."

Mikey's jaw tightened. "Of course." He didn't express gratitude as you expected, but Mikey was not the most warm and fuzzy person. "You two can go wait in the meeting room. I'll be there shortly." They both nodded and slipped out wordlessly. You noticed, though, Ran eyes scan you one last time, which made your heart stutter in your chest.

Mikey instructed you to stay in his office while he went into the next room to have a meeting with his executives. "Don't worry, the club is guarded by my men, you're safe here. I'm gonna make sure everything works out, okay y/n?"

You nodded. You trusted your brother completely. Mikey squeezed your arm in attempt to be comforting before exiting the room. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the headache that was dealing with subordinates.

Despite the short amount of time lapsed, all his executives were there waiting. At least they knew their place, he thought. Dogs who come when called. The room was much more cramped than their board room back at HQ, but it worked for when they needed it. Mikey took his spot at the head of the table.

"Most of you don't know this, but I have a sister," Mikey began, his eye shifting around the room. All the men, besides those you had already met, looked surprised and confused. Sanzu was the only person who knew of your existence prior to this. Being he was Bonten's number 2, he had to ensure someone would look after you should anything happen to him.

"I've kept her secret from everyone because I didn't want her to be in danger. But somehow our rivals have found out about her," Mikey stopped, swallowing his anger as the weight of the situation hit him. "We are going to find the men looking for her and we are going to fucking kill them. All of them. Destroy their gang one member at a time if we have to."

The men nodded along, Sanzu particularly eagerly. He always excited at the thought of bloodshed.

"You're all to guard her with your life," Mikey continued, "I'll be working on a schedule for everyone to take turns keeping an eye on her while the rest of us continue work as usual."

"What if you bring her to work?" Koko asked. Mikey's brow furrowed, but he continued. "Our headquarters is secret and there always a bunch of us around. That's gotta be safer than just one of us at an apartment. And then you don't have to worry about shifts."

Leave it to Koko to find a way to be more efficient. Mikey debated it. On one hand he had a good point; it was probably safer to have you surrounded by more people. And then Mikey would alway be around at work and when you went home. Because he was definitely making you move in with him, at least until he was sure there weren't any active threats against you. But at HQ you'd in the middle of his business and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Plus there were other concerns he had...

"I think that's a good idea," Ran piped up.

"I agree," Takeomi said, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Of course they like the idea. Mikey wasn't an idiot, he knew you were a pretty girl. He's seen the way men look at you and being a man himself, he knows what those looks mean. It makes him sick to his stomach. It's not that he is some control freak that would say you're not allowed to date anyone, but he has high standards when it comes to who should be allowed to date you. And this lot of men don't even come close. They were great employees, cunning and devious, but he wouldn't want their hands on you. Having you around would be like throwing blood in shark infested waters.

Still, he couldn't deny it HQ would be the safest place for you to be. Mikey sighed. "Alright, you're right Koko," he replied, acknowledging only his white haired subordinate. Had it been anyone else who suggested it he may have said no, but Mikey trusted Koko not to have ulterior motives. He wasn't so obsessed with getting women in his bed like the others. "But there will be rules. Her safety is the number one priority. I'll expect you all to take a bullet for her if needed."

No one objected. Signing on to Bonten meant being willing to take a bullet for Mikey. What was one more person?

"And no one fucking touches her," Mikey stated, looking every single one of them in the eyes so they'd recognize the weight of his words. "If you do, I'll put a bullet in you."

Ran's lips twitched ever so slightly. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he was still amused. He was a man who loved a challenged and Mikey just made this all the more fun for him.

***

Moving in and working with Mikey was not as bad as you thought it would be. Mikey's "apartment" was more like a penthouse and did not make you miss your shabby little apartment at all. You had been worried about privacy, but you had your own room and bathroom down the hall and he gave you space when you needed it. You were actually liking the arrangement, getting to spend more time with your brother than you had in a while.

Even going to work with him wasn't so bad. At first he expected you to just sit around all day, but you insisted on doing something while you were there. He was very wary of it, not wanting you to get too involved in his way of life, but eventually allowed you to do some small stuff. You cleaned up a bit, made coffees, helped organize some old files. Simple stuff.

Then you discovered the HQ had a kitchen. It was little, but Mikey was more than happy to buy all the gadgets you needed to make it functional. Since then you spent your days baking, the thing you missed most. It worked out perfectly, it kept you busy with work Mikey deemed safe and the guys got fed delicious pastries. Everyone was happy.

In fact, you were surprised by how much you were enjoying this. There was still an element of fear knowing that the bad guys knew who you were and sure you got frustrated you couldn't go out with friends, but you did like going to work Mikey.

There was another reason you enjoyed going to Bonten HQ with Mikey so much. Ran Haitani. The attraction you felt towards him the first time you saw him has only grown. He charmed you with ease, like he wasn't even trying. Ran, of course, was trying. Specifically he was trying to make his flirtatiousness seem as casual as possible, as to not upset Mikey. He loved testing the limits, seeing what he could get away with.

"What're you making, sugar?" Ran asked as he entered the kitchen. He'd started calling you that nickname after you started supplying the execs with endless sweets. From anyone else you would think it was corny, but from Ran and it made your heart skip.

"Peanut butter brownies," you replied, taking in his appearance. He was always dressed well, but today he looked particularly good in an immaculate lavender pinstripe three piece suit. You reckoned no other man could pull it off.

He looked you up and down, a sly smile on his face. "Can't wait to get a taste." Your cheeks colored. You knew he was talking about the brownies, but the way he looked at you...

"You sure do have a sweet tooth, Ran."

"Well you're certainly hard to resist. Your baking, that is," he said with an innocent smile.

"Is there something specific you'd like to try?" you asked, returning his faux innocent banter.

Ran grinned, "I could think of something." It was then you realized the two of you had gravitated towards each other. Ran towered over you, his rich, warm scent filling your lungs.

Before you could speak, your brother's voice shattered the tension between the two of you. "Am I interrupting something?"

Ran turned, a calm smile on his face. "Nothing, boss. Y/n here was just telling me about the brownies she made. Was hoping she'd let me try 'em." He spoke so casually, nothing like the low simmer in his voice that had been pulling you in just seconds ago.

"Yeah, I bet," Mikey replied flatly. "A word alone, Ran." Mikey left without another word.

"Save a corner piece for me, they're my favorite," Ran smiled at you before slipping out of the room.

"I thought I made myself clear," Mikey stated when they were alone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, boss," Ran replied, that stupid smile still on his face. Mikey wanted to punch it off him.

"Do you think I'm stupid Haitani?" Mikey asked, his jaw tightening.

"Not at all, boss."

"Then you know that I know what you're up to," his eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to try some bro-" Mikey cut him off by pounding the wall next to his head. Ran didn't even flinch.

"If you touch my sister you're a dead man," Mikey snapped.

Ran smiled again. "Wouldn't dream of it."

But dream he did. Hell he straight up fantasized about it. What you'd look like bent over those counters you constantly worked at, looking up at him with those pretty eyes while on your knees, how sweet you'd taste... He thought about it all. But more importantly, he planned.

Later that evening Mikey addressed the incident in the kitchen with you. "I don't like you talking to Ran."

"What? What's wrong with him?"

Mikey almost laughed. What wasn't wrong with him. "He's just..." he searched for the right word, not wanting to scare you. "An idiot."

You laughed. "All men are idiots." Mikey gave you a look, but couldn't help but smile.

"I'll ignore that comment," Mikey replied, "But he's just involved in bad shit. I don't want you getting close to people in my line of work, even the one's I trust. Plus, he only wants one thing."

You rolled your eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm about to get the birds and bees talk."

"I'm serious."

"Oh, I know you are," you half sighed, half laughed. "Like I said, all men are idiots. I know what men want, I've dealt with plenty of guys like that. I'm sure I can handle myself. Plus, he doesn't seem that bad."

"Well he is. So stay away from him," Mikey said with finality.

"What're you gonna do, kill him?" you asked, half joking.

"If I have to," Mikey replied so casually you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. You knew he would never hurt you, but you weren't blind to what your brother was capable of.

"You're way over thinking this," you replied, realizing that it would not be worth it to argue over this. "I don't see Ran like that. He's just another weirdo you work with. I'm not interested in him."

That seemed to appease Mikey. You were a better liar than you thought.

Since the day Mikey found you in the kitchen with Ran, the two of you were never alone together. Neither of you address what was going on between the two of you, but you knew he felt it. You could tell by the way he looked at you. You were certain it was not a one-sided crush. However, you were smart enough to know it could not be openly pursued.

Then, one day Ran appeared to you in the kitchen. Alone. "Mikey's out on errands."

For a half second you wondered why he was telling you this, but then it hit you. "Oh." Mikey was gone. That meant...

There was nothing more to be said. You were on each other in an instant, as if taken over by autopilot. Ran's hands felt so good on your body, already wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, desperate for more.

Ran wasn't patient in the best of times, but today? He couldn't wait another second to have you. He lifted you up on the counter with ease, pulling a half giggle half gasp from your lips. He moved skillfully, stripping your lower half without ever breaking away from the kiss until he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Been dreaming about tasting you," he hummed against your thighs. He licked a stripe up your pussy and groaned. "So sweet. Knew you would be."

Ran buried his face between your legs. He knew he didn't have a ton of time and wasn't going to waste a second of it. His plush lips attached to your clit, making you gasp. You knotted your fingers through his lilac hair, needing something to steady yourself. His teased you, pressing against your aching entrance.

"Fuck Ran," you gasped, hooking your thighs over his shoulders and locking him against. Ran loved it, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against him, how desperate you sounded. He needed to see you completely fall apart.

Ran slipped a finger into your throbbing hole and returned to sucking at your clit. You gripped his hair so tightly it made his scalp ache, but that only egged him on more. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you and his tongue lapping at your clit was too much for you. Your body shuddered as came, moaning his name. Ran savored every second, not pulling away until he was sure you were completely finished.

He stood up, about to kiss you again when his phone went off. He checked it, cursing when he saw Rindou's message. "Mikey's on his way back," He practically groaned. Ran almost laughed at how you pouted.

"I want you so bad."

"I know sugar, believe me," his eyes flicked down to the tent in his pants, making your eyes widen. "But if you're brother kills me before I get to fuck you then we're both shit outta luck." He gave a quick kiss. "Promise I won't make you wait too long." And with that he was gone.

***

It had only been two weeks, but it felt like an eternity. You thought there had been a lot of tension before you hooked up, but now it was down right unbearable. You both seemed to be avoiding each other, not because you didn't want to see each other, but because you couldn't trust yourselves not to pounce on each other. The few times you were in the same room together were a true test of endurance.

The way Ran looked at you drove you wild. His eyes would scan your body in a way that would seem casual to anyone else, but you could feel him undressing you, thinking of all the ways he would ravish you. It made your heart race and your knees buckle. Ran had one hell of a poker face, but the glint in his eyes told you that he too was dying to get his hands on you.

By the time a month passed, you were wondering if Ran was ever going to make a move. Then, on a Thursday night just as you were about to head to bed you got a text.

Ran: Come get the door. Quietly

Your heart raced, wondering if you were reading it right. The door? As in the front door where you lived with Mikey? He wouldn't dare come here, not with Mikey at home. But you had to check. Your crept out of your room, pausing to listen for any signs of Mikey being awake. His room was on the opposite side of the house from yours, but you didn't dare get to close and risk waking him.

When you finally opened the door, you were shocked to see Ran standing there with a calm smile on his face, despite his text.

"What're you-"

Ran held a finger up to his lip, silencing you. "Let's talk somewhere private, yeah?" The way his eyes flicked over you, smirking at the tiny shirts and tight little tank top you wore told you he wasn't looking to just talk. This was a bad idea, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The next thing you knew, Ran was in your room. It was weird to see him there, in your private space. It made your stomach churn with anticipation.

"What're you doing here?" you tried again.

Ran sat on your bed, making himself comfortable. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer."

"But here? With Mikey at home?" you questioned.

"Mikey and Sanzu hang out and drink every Thursday night," Ran replied, "They always come in Friday with hangovers. I was feeling generous and bought them a few bottles of their favorite whisky for this evening. I imagine they'll both be sleeping well with how much they drank tonight." Your eyes widened as you processed his words. Ran didn't tell you that he slipped some sleeping pills in their drinks. You didn't need to know that; all you needed to know was that Mikey was very unlikely to disturb you two tonight."

"Are you saying-"

"I'm saying, if you can be quiet for me sugar, we can have some fun tonight," Ran smiled wickedly. "Whaddya say? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?"

"Yes." The words were barely past your lips when Ran pulled you on to his lap. Your straddled him, your bodies easily fitting together. You replayed Ran's kiss countless times since hooking up, but feeling it again blew your imagination away. His lips and tongue moved expertly, intoxicating you. Any concerns of getting caught fell to the wayside as your hips rolled against him, feeling hims harden under you.

In a flash, Ran had you flipped over, your hands pinned above your head. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. "God the things I would do to you if we had time." He kissed at your neck, nipping it lightly. He was careful to not leave a mark, but couldn't resist the way it made you gasp. "Promise one day I'll be able to do everything I want to you. But for now I just gotta be inside you."

You nodded eagerly, wanting to feel him in you so badly it ached. Ran practically tore your clothes off as you pawed at his. His fingers slipped between your legs, grinning smugly as he felt how slick you were. He toyed with your clit before sliding two fingers inside your tight pussy. He watched as your wriggled and gasped at him pressing your g spot.

He drank in this sight, relished the rush of having you splayed out and needy for him in Mikey's own home. Fucking you like this was the ultimate fuck you to Mikey. He could practically get off on the power trip of it alone.

Ran continued to finger you as he sucked on your tits. Your fingers tangled in his hair, scraping his scalp. He hummed in pleasure as he took your nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud as he played with your clit. The sensation grew too intense, pushing you over the edge.

You let out a moan and Ran's free hand clamped over your mouth. He secretly loved that you couldn't keep yourself quiet, but couldn't risk getting caught before he got to fuck you.

"Thought you were gonna be quiet for me?" Ran teased as you came down from your high.

"Fuck I'm sorry Ran, just felt so good," you replied breathlessly. He couldn't even pretend to be mad.

"That okay pretty girl," he replied, "But I'm gonna fuck you even better than that, so you better keep that pretty little mouth shut." You nodded eagerly, anything to get Ran inside you.

Ran stroked his long, hard cock as he spread your thighs apart more. He admiring how slick your pussy looked, his cock aching to feel you wrapped around him. He lined himself up to you, pushing in. His held fell back as his bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan.

"Fuck, angel, prepped you and you're still so fucking tight." He kept his voice low. He rolled his hips, feeling your pussy suck him. "Feels so fucking good."

You didn't trust yourself with a reply. The way Ran thrust into you made your entire body flutter with pleasure. You felt him so deep it left you breathless, his cock hitting spots in you you didn't know existed. You grabbed the back of his neck, burying your face into it. You sucked and nipped at his neck, trying to prevent yourself from crying out. The more Ran fucked you, the hotter it was to keep quiet. Your teeth sunk into the junction of his neck and shoulder and Ran relished in the sting of your bite.

"Fuck Ran," you whined against his skin as pleasure consumed your senses. Your pussy throbbed around him as you came, making his thrusts falter.

"Shit baby so good," Ran panted. His cocked twitch as he finally released, filling you with his cum. He slid out, a smug grin on his face as he watched his cum leak out of you and make a mess of your bed. He was debating if he should risk a picture when he heard the familiar metallic click of a gun cocking.

"Mikey what the fuck!" you gasped, covering yourself in your sheets, though he wasn't even looking at you. His dark, cold stare was solely on Ran as he point his gun at the lilac haired man's head.

"You're fucking dead Haitani."

[areyoudreaminof]

Biscuits

Nyx didn’t have much of an idea of just how long he had been laying there. He wasn’t aware of anything. Not his limbs, or his wings. Not of the bed beneath him, or his room at the House of the Wind that he had escaped to. He certainly didn’t register his feelings. Nyx just lay there numbly, staring at the blank wall before him. The sun had begun to set and the last vestiges of light crawled back behind the heavy curtains that he had drawn shut. Perhaps he had slept, he couldn’t be too sure. He was so tired. The moods crept on him slowly the past several weeks. He was angry at first, lashing out at everyone about silly things, getting into stupid arguments with his father. Then the anger twisted into anxiety and sadness, suddenly. Panic balled itself up into sobs in his chest that threatened to release at any time, which they did when he was alone in his room. 

Tired of his mother asking him constantly what was wrong, Nyx found the sadness gone one day, like a soap bubble popping. Instead, a buzzing numbness had settled into his head and chest. Letters from his Day Court cousins sat unopened on his desk, he couldn’t seem to stomach their happiness and he had stopped writing all together.  He had slogged through the past several days in a blur, but today his father confronted him about his countenance. Nyx sat and stared blankly at the wall as his father lectured him. When it was over, he got up and flew to the House without a word. The afternoon sun was still high, and he dragged his body towards his room at the back of the house. If anyone knew he was there, they hadn’t disturbed him. 

The trim moulding along the ceiling didn’t move as Nyx stared at it. Somewhere, very far away, the door behind him creaked. Nyx squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to sleep so whoever it was would leave him alone. 

Something soft landed on the bed, while the smell of chocolate and the sounds of soft breathing crept towards him. The bedside lamp flicked on. Bracing himself, Nyx cracked one eye open. Ori, his four year old cousin, stood in front of him with a soggy chocolate-chip scone in her hand and a concerned look on her face. Her cat, Pudding crept down from his shoulder, his green eyes wide. 

“How did you know I was here?” Nyx mumbled. 

“House told me,” Ori climbed her way up onto the bed with one hand, crumbs scattering all over the duvet as she sat in front of him. “What’s wrong, Nyxie?” her voice was hushed. 

“Dunno, just sad I guess. House talks?” 

Ori nodded, “House said you went in your room. I got you somefing to eat ‘cause you missed dinner.” she held out the scone, misshapen and melted in her stubby fingers.

 Nyx wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t eaten much in days, but he ate the scone anyway. It made Ori happy. He reached over her, gulping down the water that the House had now provided. 

"Does anyone else know I'm here," Nyx asked.

"Mama knows, but Papa doesn't yet. Mama will tell him in a little bit. Why are you sad?” Ori asked, her owlish blue eyes were soft and riddled with concern he didn’t deserve, “Are you in trouble?” 

Nyx shook his head as he sunk lower into himself, curling his wings behind him and drawing up his knees. “I’m not sure,” he repeated, “it just came one day and hasn’t really gone away.” 

“Mama calls them down days, she says they come and you gotta be ready,” Ori nodded sagely, “lots of sleep and treats. And a baff, to get the sadness off." She checked off an invisible list, like a little winged librarian. 

Nyx gave a half hearted laugh which turned into a sputter of surprise as Pudding began to work and knead his paws into Nyx’s stomach. “What are you doing?” he mumbled, scratching the fluffy cat under his chin. 

“Makin’ biscuits!” Ori giggled, “he’s trying to get comfy. Scoot over, I wanna get comfy too.” 

Nyx moved as Ori wiggled her way next to him, grabbing his hand tight. “I’m sorry you’re sad, I hope you feel happy soon.” 

“Me too,” Nyx swallowed a lump of tears back into his throat, but they escaped out of his eyes anyway. He began to sob softly, and Ori reached out her hands and roughly wiped away the tears on his cheek and hugged him, while Pudding curled up between them and purred.  The vibrations and hug began to calm him.

“Love you Nyxie,” she whispered, as she grabbed his hand tightly. “It will be a happy day soon.” 

“Love you too, Ori.” and sleep took them both into its embrace.

[kalied0skull]

“I feel silly...”

“So?! You look gorgeous!”

“You really think so?”

“I know so, my love.”

now playing : Hey Lover — The Daughters of Eve ♪

little voice in my brain said T4T sandypop, and i sighed and got right to work...

★ ramble under the cut !

apparently I've done every sort of sandy drawing but her actual design that i have for her like by herself, and I'm slightly content with that

but ignoring canon sandy LOOK AT HIM!!! :,D AND LOOK AT SODA!

i dunno where this idea came from quite frankly, i read transfemme soda somewhere on my dashboard and immediately got pulled into the darkness by this shadowy hand who whispered "T4T SANDYPOP..." in my ear and i nodded and yessed incessantly

they're so :( i really do love sandypop so much

in my eyes t4t sandypop do not change their names, but sandy MIGHT... idk why i get the vibes she'd change it to like, Anton. a fun little A name, maybe even Andy... (get it hehe)

Soda though, psht, how could she ever disrespect her father's creativity? she's SODAPOP. that's my GIRL. god i love them so much

i post too much stevepop, sometimes i just gotta spin around and pull out a random whammy. and today... it was sandy & soda :3 (or in this case, ANDY and soda. hehehe)

sorry i keep deadnaming them i promise it's just for familiarity /silly

for this scene, I don't know WHY they're shirtless. but i like to imagine andy gives soda his bras and dresses, and soda gives andy her boxers and baggy jeans. they're little traders. it works out well because they're similar in weight, just a bit... short / tall. hehe.

they're so adorable i love them truly :(

my sandy / andy design is SO out there compared to the other manys i see of them. but i love my baby, i do. i plan to draw the outsiders girls more often soon in the near future... i have plans...

anyways I'm on the way to the racetrack ! wish me luck !!! or don't!!! I'll probably suck anyways depending on how dumb my kart is tonight !! AHHHH

[citruswriter]

It’d be such a shame if we idk

Got some more bayverse x animalistic Reader

Realizing They're In Love

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A/N: Such as shame you say? Well shameful I must be then BC WE GETTING MORE! I love how ya'll enjoy my cringy boyfriend scenarios. Honestly, it's so nostalgic.

Previous part here btw

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, they/them pronouns.

Leo waved at you as you left the lair for the day. You had left early, something about hanging out with somebody else today because you promised. Your eyes lingered on him a little longer than they had with the others, golden iris's seeming to see straight through his walls. His heart clenched as you flashed him a grin, fangs and all, before skipping off. What is this feeling? He wondered. The way he felt around you was so different to how he felt around other people. Unable to take his mind off you, he went to the meditation room, sitting in his typical lotus position and getting comfortable. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and feelings. These feelings were new and he wasn't sure what to make of them. What if they were a threat? He needed to distance himself from such silly emotions before they ended up hurting him.

"Hey I think (Y/N) left their jacket here." He heard Mikey's voice wander into his ears. "The light grey one?" Donnie questioned. He heard a rustling of fabric, most likely Mikey moving it to get a better look at it. "Yeah, looks like it," he confirmed. Leo got up and moved towards the voices. "Where should we put it?" Raph asked and Leo raised his hand. "I'll put it in my room so it doesn't get lost," he offered. His brothers all turned to look at him and blink. "What?" He questioned, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "Dude you never put other people's things in your room. Even for safe keeping," Mikey said and Leo felt his face heat up, but he kept the same stoic exterior. "Yeah well you all are messy. Besides, (Y/N) seems rather attached to the jacket. My room is the most organized and I don't want it getting lost. They might get emotional if it gets lost and we don't want that". He reasoned, shrugging his shoulders and gently taking the jacket from Mikey. "You don't want their feelings hurt? Leo do you care about this person?" Mikey teased. "Of course I care. We hang out and they're April's roommate. Why wouldn't I care? I'm not an ass". He snapped back Mikey giggled. "I dunno dude. You seem to have a special liking for them." Mikey came back with and Raph grunted. "I agree. I swear, sometimes you act like a lovesick puppy around them. Which says something seeing as though they're the canine and not you". Leo rolled his eyes and made his way to his room, neatly folding the jacket as he walked.

You act like a lovesick puppy. Raph's words echoed in his head. Leo sighed softly as he placed the jacket on the top of his dresser. "Am I... Am I in love?" He asked to nobody. Looking at the jacket, he smoothed out some of the wrinkles and sighed. "Yeah. Yeah I think I am".

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, they/them pronouns.

Your laugh echoed throughout the sewer. Raph continued to punch the bag in front of him. He could hear you and Mikey gaming together but couldn't quite make out what you were saying. Not like he cared. He had been avoiding you lately. He didn't know why but every time he saw you, he... felt different. He didn't know how to explain it. You just brought out this feeling in him that he hadn't felt before. It was so foreign and he didn't like how uncomfortable it made him feel. "Hey Raph?" Your voice cut through his thoughts and he paused his punching to look at you. "Yeah?" He grunted out, taking in your posture. You were nervous, he could tell. Ears lightly pinned back, tail in between your hands in an anxious fashion, brows furrowed softly. "I'm leaving. Just wanted to say goodbye". You said, offering up a soft smile. There was that feeling again... You looked so unsure and anxious. He wanted to ask you what was wrong. Cradle your face and brush your hair out of your face. Pet you and get that spot right behind your eyes that always made you him in delight and purr like a motorboat.

Raph pushed his thoughts away. "Bye," he replied bluntly before returning to his boxing. He saw your face fall before shuffling away. He didn't care. Yes you do. His thoughts battled against him. "Dude what has been up with you?" Mikey questioned and Raph paused his exercise once again, making his way to the bench this time to grab some water. "What are you talking about?" He shot back and Donnie came up behind his brother in orange with a juice box. "You've been avoiding (Y/N). They've noticed it too. You've been so blunt and cold towards them." Mikey replied, crossing his arms. "Mikey's correct. You seem to be distancing from them. They think they did something wrong and upset you," Donnie chimed in and Raph's face softened. "They think I'm upset with them?" He asked softly and his brothers nodded. "No that's- that's not it at all. They just make me feel weird. Whenever they're around I have this need to hold them and make sure they're ok and other corny shit like that," he confessed. He saw his brothers look at each other and grin. "What?" He snapped and Mikey laughed. "Dude you're in love! Oh this makes so much more sense! You've never been in love before so of course it makes you feel uncomfortable!" He said, nearly bursting with excitement.

"That's absurd," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised. You seem rather affectionate with them even calling them cute petnames. And you just said you have this feeling of wanting to hold and protect them. Kinda sounds like love Ralph." Donnie agreed and Raph sighed. In love? But you two were so different... "You say shit about this to them and I'll personally come for the both of you," he growled out with a glare. Gosh what have you done to him?

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Donatello x Reader 🧡 (💚 if you squint)

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant.

"Thank you for finally letting me look at your wings," Donnie said, gently touching them as you held them spread out for him. "Of course, Dee! You've been so patient, I figured it was time to reward you," you said, a teasing tone edging your voice. Donnie felt his face heat up and he had to stop himself from churring. "Dee? That's new," he questioned and he noticed your antenna twitch with nervousness. "Oh I'm sorry! Do you not like it?" You questioned and Donnie chuckled. Always so considerate. He appreciated your constant effort to respect any boundaries he may have. "No dear it's fine. I'm just teasing," he admitted. You were so beautiful, so considerate, so gentle. He kept studying your wings in deep thought, occasionally writing down notes or drawing diagrams. At this point he had a whole notebook dedicated to his research of you. He even let you pick out which notebook he'd use. You had eagerly picked out a notebook covered in different kinds of bugs.

He paused momentarily to look at you. The way your wings sprouted from your back, the arches and curves of your body, your soft hair that had been gently put out of the way. You truly are a work of art... He thought to himself. He wondered how you would feel pressed up against him. Hands cradling his face, lips kissing his. He swallowed thickly and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. What was that? What's wrong with me? He immediately thought in a panic. "Dee? You ok?" You asked softly, looking over your shoulder to look at him in the eyes and his heart melted. "I'm fine (Y/N). Sorry, was just thinking," he said, which wasn't a lie. He had been thinking. Thinking about you and how utterly in love he was with you...

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings and long elf-like ears, sex joke, they/them pronouns.

A/N: Let's face it. Out of all the turtles, this man would be the most accepting of his own damn feelings.

"TAKE THAT! I WIN!" You shouted, jumping up to dance in victory. You giggled and did a spin before jumping back onto the couch. "Awwwww. Not again. You're getting better at this," Mikey chuckled and you gently nudged him with your wings, ears twitching with excitement. "But we both know that if I actually tried, I'd absolutely crush you sugartits," he teased and you rolled your eyes. "Sugartits? Really?" You questioned but you giggled none the less and he couldn't help but stare at you affectionately. "Bet your tits taste sweet like sugar," he teased and a flustered expression crept up onto your face. "Michaelangelo I swear to god!" You exclaimed and you thwacked him with one of your wings, loose downy feathers shaking loose causing him to wave his hand to prevent himself from getting a mouth full of feathers. "Whaaaaaat? Come on you know I'm just joking around with you." He laughed and you scoffed playfully at him, setting down the controller to get yourself a plate of pizza and another drink. He watched you closely as you walked into the kitchen to gather your meal. This man was utterly head over heels and he knew it. You were an absolute treasure and he wanted nothing more than to hold you close and call you his.

"Earth to Mikey. You good?" You waved a hand in front of his face and he jumped slightly, realizing he had gotten lost in his daydreams. He felt his face heat up and he chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah. Sorry angelcakes. Got lost in thought," he confessed and you furrowed your brows, sitting beside him. "What about?" You questioned. You. He thought. "Nothing much." He replied.

He whined and begged when you said you had to leave. It was routine for you two at this point. You'd say you needed to leave, Mikey would beg for 10 more minutes, you'd deny him, he'd pout, you would giggle and hug him goodbye, he'd hug you back and tell you bye. "I'll be back Wednesday, Mikey," you reminded him as you wrapped your arms and wings around him in a comforting hug. Mikey hugged you back, breathing your scent in. You smelled like your soap and the rain that had pelted you on your bike ride to the lair. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll try not to die from lack of attention before then," he joked and you laughed. Saying goodbye once more before watching you leave. Groaning, he plopped onto the couch, rubbing his eyes. "What's your problem?" Leo asked and Mikey sighed, looking over at his older brother. "Isn't it obvious? I'm in love, dude! They're literally so perfect..." He replied, tone thick with adoration. Leo almost visually cringed and his brother's sappy behavior.

"Guess you better bag them before somebody else then," Raph's low voice piped up as he left his room to get some snacks. Mikey sighed and shook his head. "I know but also, I'm literally a freak of nature compared to them". He lamented. "(Y/N) doesn't seem like the type to judge you for simply being a turtle, Mikey. They're a mutant themselves remember? I'm sure they'd be understanding." Donnie said and Mikey nodded. He sighed as his mind wandered to you again. Now to figure out how to ask you out-

Planning on some angst next. Maybe Reader having a partner already and they find out before confessing. But don't worry, I'll make them break up so Reader can be with our favorite turtle boys. They deserve the best.

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

7

“What is it?” Dr. Trafalgar barked, returning his attention to the patient in front of him. 

You flinched at his harsh tone but forced yourself to answer, “I-ivermectin. She gave him an entire tube.” 

“F/N, you shouldn't be back here.” Shachi interrupted, quickly moving around the dome Law had formed to lead you out of the treatment area.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?” You huffed brushing the redhead’s hand off your forearm when you reached an empty exam room. 

For some reason that stung a bit. 

“Awe, don't make that face. He doesn't really share if you aren't medical staff. It's nothing personal.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’s for everyone's safety. The hate for devil fruits runs deep. You know that.” 

“You're right,” You sighed, “Can you please confirm that he heard me? She was trying to cure his cancer.” 

“I'm sure he already knows,” Shachi offered a small smile, “but I'll tell him.” 

He left the room while you collected yourself and headed back to finish doing paperwork with the client. 

“The doctor or a tech should be in soon to update you. Please step out into the lobby if you need anything.” As you reached for the knob the door pushed open into you. 

Law stepped in with a stern expression. He held the door open but didn't move any further forcing you to duck under his extended arm. His gaze followed you briefly as you apologized and excused yourself. 

It took a bit for you to relax. It wasn't that you were angry, you couldn't blame him or the staff for not telling you. You’d known Dr. Newgate longer after all. Chopper hung out with you outside of work and was comfortable enough to shift forms in front of you. 

This felt so strange, awkward even. 

It bothered you.

Law ignored you for the most part. Even outside of work. 

You scoffed to yourself thinking about how he just walked away from you in the grocery store. How he’d hardly responded to your greetings. How his eyes rarely met yours but you could feel them clock you when you entered the same room. The way he tipped your chin so carefully that morning. 

“F/N,” Bepo’s call sent your soul out of your body, “I'm sorry… day shift is headed out if you don't need anything.” 

“Oh, no-uh, I'll be headed out soon too.” You glanced at the time and back toward the Mink, “Have a good night.” 

“You too.” He offered a wave before turning back to the treatment area. 

After getting your things together you closed down and made your way back to the ward to clean up Azul 's kennel. You turned the corner to see the navy clad doctor lying on the floor. His head and shoulders were inside the kennel while you could hear Azul 's tail thumping away merrily. 

“Silly girl,” he murmured in that tone you wished you heard more. 

“She really likes you.” 

Your voice had him scrambling and in his haste he sat up slamming his head into the kennel above him. 

“Shit.” 

“I'm so sorry!” You dropped down to assist him. 

Dr. Trafalgar scooted out of the small space rubbing his head with one hand and holding up the other to stop you from getting too close. 

“I'm fine.” 

You watched him stand as Azul followed and trotted up to greet you. 

“I have bad timing today it seems.” 

“I was just checking her surgery leg. It's healed well.” He ignored your attempt to break the building tension. 

“Oh,” Law watched you deflate a bit, “thanks.” 

“Yeah.” He stepped around you, “Uh, have a good night.” 

“You… too?” You trailed off realizing he was already out of earshot. 

With a sigh you gathered your girl and left for the evening. 

“Why would he be mad at you?" Marco asked incredulously.

"I dunno." You shrugged "but he sure seemed mad.”

"He's just very private." He signed the form you'd placed in front of him. 

"So, what should I do?"

"Hell if I know-yoi." He glanced up at you before pushing the form back to you "But you work together so you need to figure it out."

"Oh thanks, very helpful." You rolled your eyes. "You're so welcome."

"I'm going to HR." You quipped. 

“Have a good weekend F/N." He chuckled 

"You too, I guess." you waved, “And happy birthday.”

“Thanks-yoi.” He called back. 

Your boss’s birthday was always celebrated as a huge party at the Newgate compound. This year you decided not to attend just to make sure Azul was taken care of. You also had to work.   

The next day Dr. Trafalgar was more irritable. You didn't know why. All of his patients were doing fine and being discharged including the puppy that had been accidentally poisoned. Late that afternoon he'd come up to the lobby angry that you'd attached a radiograph to a chart upside down. 

“Go easy on her, she's not medical staff.” Penguin argued. 

“Then you teach her how to do it properly.” The doctor snapped and stormed out. 

“What's his deal?” You looked at the tech wide eyed. 

“Tomorrow's his birthday. He's always a jerk around this time of year. Don't take it too personally.” He waved his hand dismissively. 

“So, he hates his birthday?” 

Penguin frowned, “It's not really my place to unpack that F/N.” 

“Maybe we should decorate or something? I feel bad, we've never celebrated it before.” You turned to note his birthday in the office calendar. 

“I think he prefers it this way. Really, don't worry about it.” 

After work, ignoring Penguin’s advice you brought down the birthday decorations kept in the back office and sifted through to find something you felt would suit the moody surgeon. You settled on a birthday banner with black cats and some black and yellow balloons. His birthday was over the weekend, so you planned to bring in treats and a card on Monday morning. 

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You entered the hospital with an assortment of baked goods and other treats for the entire staff to share. Realizing you didn’t know much about what Law might like, you decided that a gift card to Sanji’s cafe would be the best route. So, you signed the kitchie card and slipped it inside before putting it at Law’s yet-to-be seen decorated desk. 

After setting that up you headed for the breakroom to start your morning routine. You rounded the corner to find a tall blonde picking Dr. Trafalgar’s mug out of the cabinet. 

“Oh, uh -” You stifled yourself as the stranger turned around to face you. 

His hair was tied up neatly into a bun with a very clean cropped undercut. A scar stretched from his hairline to the arc of his left brow. He smiled softly as his gaze fell over you. 

When had Marco hired someone new?

“Good morning,” he rumbled, “you must be the receptionist -” he snapped his fingers trying to recall the name Marco had given him. 

“F/N.” you smiled back, “I’m sorry Dr. Newgate didn’t tell me we had a new hire or I’d have a welcome packet for you.” 

“Oh, so the pastries aren’t for me?” he nodded toward the spread you’d set up moments before his arrival. 

“It was both of the doctor’s birthdays over the weekend.”

“I’ll have to make sure to make it back down for my birthday then.” he winked, “Names Hongo, the Locum DVM* covering for Marco while he’s out.” 

Your brows knit in confusion, “While he’s out?”

“Yeah, some family - uh - stuff came up over the weekend.” He moved his hands as he spoke, “Everyone is ok, he’ll just be out the next week or so.”

“Ah, well, welcome. If you need any help getting acclimated just let me know.” 

“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be bothering you quite a bit. First order of business is figuring out this fancy coffee machine.” He turned toward the counter.

“No worries,” you chuckled, “That’s part of my morning duties. I’ll get the pot going and set out everyone’s mugs.”

The familiar cadence of Law’s Italian leather boots coming down the hall caught your attention.

“You must be Trafalgar,” Hongo said looking behind you, “I was just getting acquainted with F/N here.”

Dr. Trafalgar’s brows raised slightly before dropping back to his usual uninterested expression, “You’re Shanks’ friend, thanks for covering.”

His gaze moved between you and the blonde before finally landing on his mug.

“Rounds should be starting soon,” You interrupted, moving to gently take the favored yellow mug from the relief vet, “I’ll get the coffee going for all of you.”

“Thanks.” he smiled down at you before making his way to the door.

“You’re welcome Doctor.” 

“Just Hongo is fine.” He winked at you again before slipping out of the room.

Law crossed his arms and turned for the doorway as well, “Don’t let him use my cup.”

“I’ll leave it on your desk doc.” you chuckled as he stepped out. 

*Locum DVM - locum is a temporary replacement. DVM is a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine