#Lon chat

[bloglop]

Happy IWD don’t be like Gideon

[eggdrawsthings]

doodles

[desertbcrnnobody]

Mae: "I'm cold."

Vernestra: "Here, take my jacket."

Osha: "I'm cold too."

Qimir: "What? [Taking off his jacket] I told you to bring more layers, but of course, you didn't listen. [Piling scarves on her] Now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death. [Taking somebody else's hat] How long have you been cold? You should've said something sooner!"

Jecki: "I'm cold."

Yord: "Well, gee Jecki, I don't control the weather."

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted Prompt: A wish for Solitude

This is the accessible version of this prompt.

The special-text version can be found here.

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Hi Rjalker, I'm kinda back! So after who knows how long since I wrote my prompt about Serrah, and the show's ending of the fifth season being a dumpster fire like always (actually, even worse than usual, I seriously miss the finales like the ones of the first and second seasons), I decided to write this because... something. I myself aren't sure, but I guess I will just write something different than cosmic entities trying to fix the universe (or doom it because their existence requires the universe's own oblivion) because I'm not planning to rewrite the entire plot of this idiotic show.

I will be honest and say that this is a completely new territory for me, so if you spot mistakes and see something that needs to be changed, please do so.

So, have fun?

Occurs after Strikeback (season 4 finale).

My try at an Akumanette prompt.

Pronouns: lon/lones/lones/loneself (same as she/her/hers/herself)

TW: mention of sexual harassment, and a character experiencing touch revulsion

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It was so hard.

It was so hard for her.

Marinette thought as time kept moving too fast, yet it felt like everything was crawling to a halt.

Everything was becoming too hard, too difficult, too unbearable.

It was so painful, dealing with it. Being Marinette. Being Ladybug. Being the Guardian.

"Marinette, how did you forget to go to our planned party?"

Because Ladybug's job is too important than Marinette.

"Marinette, is there something bothering you? I heard you've been skipping classes."

Forgive me mama, papa, I can't schedule for when an Akuma strikes. That's the sacrifice I must make.

"Marinette, cheer up! We will defeat Hawkmoth in the end!"

Yes, Tikki, in the end. And what about my life?

"Marinette, I know that Chloe is a bit too much but..."

I know, Ms. Bustier, I must forgive her, for I am Marinette and I am nice, forgiving, no matter how many times I and others get hurt by her.

"Meowch Bugaboo! You know that you always have me!"

Leave me alone. Don't call me by that. Don't come closer to me. Don't flirt with me. Don't touch me. Don't try to kiss me. Leave. Me. Alone!

"You still are in denial about Adrien, Marinette?"

I didn't want this, Alya. Your question isn't funny. I don't love this. I don't want these feelings. I hate them. I despise them. They were why I lost the other kwamies. Love only hurt me.

"You must be responsible, Marinette!"

It's difficult to be responsible. It hurts to be responsible. I don't like this. It's so painful. So suffocating. So tiring. So dark. So cruel. I don't want more even if I have to take more. I want to be alone. I want to be left alone. Alone. Only alone. No one to nag on me about something. No one to have me deal with their problems. No one to guilt trip me and shame me for not doing what they want.

I want to be alone, with only myself being the only company I need.

"Hello, Solitude. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to be alone, free from responsibility, at the price of giving me the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses."

It was so wrong to accept. She knew it. It would be admitting defeat, admitting that evil had won in a way. But why bother? She was so tired. So exhausted of fighting, fighting when everything she tried to do backfired on her.

What's the worst to happen if the accepted? Surely, Alya and that harasser Chat Noir can deal with it. They seemed to never run into real problems or face truly permanant consequences.

Oh how jealous she was.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

And Marinette ceased to be. ---- When lon opened lones eyes, Solitude felt it, the desire burning from lones being.

"I want to be alone. I don't want anyone else with me."

That was it. Simple, yet clear. To be alone on lones own. Lon only wanted to be alone with loneself. No one to bother lones with anything.

No responsibility, no demands, nothing but simple, and sweet solitude.

Yet it just wasn't so easy.

"What is this?" lones expression looked repulsed.

Something was wrong, something was feeling off.

Solitude's body felt something uncomfortable, disgusting, hateful.

Something that just felt like something was touching lones body. Something that just refused to leave lones alone.

What is this? Lones body feels heavy. Breathing and moving feels difficult.

Nothing was touching Solitude, yet the feeling only grew stronger, the repulsion and hate for this thing that was seemingly crawling all over lones, seemingly invading lones blood and skin only continued.

Solitude hated this. It felt so wrong, so awful, so utterly-

"Marinette!"

A voice screamed as lon saw... a girl closing towards lones. Rose? That was her name, right?

Immediately, lon jumped away, as if burned by her presence, almost screaming and attacking her and the others that came alongside her.

How dare they come so close? How dare they call lones Marinette? How dare they try to touch lones?

"Leave me alone!"

Solitude ignored their pleas to come, to wait for Ladybug to help her, to fix her, to heal her.

There's nothing to heal or fix. Nothing wrong with Solitude. Solitude isn't Marinette. There's no need for Ladybug to heal lones.

The awful feeling seemed to diminish, it wasn't as bad as before. So this sensation of pure disgust relates to lones presence with others? Or when others enter lones comfort zone without permission?

Solitude felt that this was the correct answer.

Then, Solitude might go to a place far away. ---- Lon was on the top of the Eiffel tower for nearly half an hour now.

It was a calm area, and there was no one around lones from what Solitude can feel.

Yet...

The sensation of something surrounding lones body still persisted.

Solitude couldn't comprehend it. Nor did lon like it one bit.

What's going on? Why doesn't this feeling leave lones alone?

Lon could feel it, something was seemingly demanding for lones to do something. Something that Solitude doesn't want to do, and it is getting almost physically painful to deal with.

What is this? Why is this happening? Solitude wanted to be alone. Is that really so much? What is causing this? Who? Why?

Lon would like it if they stop continuously touching and crawling all over lones bod-

"Hello, mademoiselle!"

A voice that feels extremely, horribly familiar resounds, and Solitude feels all sensations go overdrive.

Chat Noir was so close-

So close, too close, that repulsive smirk, that leering look, that uncaring posture, too dirty, too repulsive, too hateful.

Lon hates it. Hates him. Hates that person. He will touch me, he will ignore my boundaries, he will torment me, will not leave me alone.

For just a moment, Marinette's memories resurfaced, and nothing but pure rage and hatred consumed lon vision.

A blast of pure, unbridled energy of repulsion and exclusion consumed the part of the Eiffel tower they were in, practically erasing it from existence, and that hero harasser being thrown away, far away so he couldn't violate lones boundaries anymore.

Solitude's body shook from the sheer disgust lon felt, lones mind already making possible connections to why lon felt so much worse with that guy around.

"Is it because Marinette suffered the most due to him?" Solitude thought in rage.

Is that why? It made sense, right?

But before lon could fully calm down, the sensation returned once more.

Why? Why? Why don't they leave lones alone!?

"Good job, Solitude! You've lured Chat Noir! Now go and take away his miraculous and Ladybug's!"

Lones heart raced with pure rage as Solitude felt the connection linking lones with Hawkmoth.

It's this guy...

Lones eyes seemed to look somewhere, what Solitude felt to be Hawkmoth's direction.

This guy was who was crawling over lones body using that link...

Hate and energy, already twisted due to the corrupted magic, twisted even further as it followed Solitude's desires.

If only he didn't exist... if only he and Chat Noir didn't exist...

Then Solitude would be already happy, alone with nothing bothering lones...

Solitude must destroy them first... And make sure not even a shadow of them remains...

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End?

Or at least until I might write a sequel.

Hope you liked it.

[merriclo]

concept: time picking up a slight country accent from malon

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Teasingly

Sniper x f!reader x Spy

Light daddy kink, teasing, light knife play (sniper), handcuffs, eating out 🫶 scout is lightly mentioned

You were wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.. since the New Mexico weather was so unforgiving that day. You chatted with Scout as Sniper sat next to you and Spy stood against the counter behind him. “An’ then I came up behind him and bam! Frickin’ knocked him out cold!”

You leaned against your arm, pushing your chest together slightly and unconsciously.

“Oh really?~ that sounds so cool, Jeremy.” Your voice was sultry as you admired his story. Sniper let out a low chuckle as he sipped his coffee. “what did you do after that?” You looked at Scout with half lidded eyes. Spy scoffed and bit onto the end of his cigarette.

Scout looked at you with wide eyes. A faint blush tickling his ears and cheeks as he did a little chuckle. His gaze moving immediately to your exposed cleavage before he answered “I uh, I actually gotta go! Just remember I got uh, this thing.. with the doc” he stayed silent to assess his story before speaking again “yeah that’s it.”

You cooed and pouted “Really? Oh that’s poor.. I was really enjoying your story.” You straightened your posture and leaned your cheek against your first.

He leaned his body slightly forward “Yeah,maybe another time!” Then he waved and ran to his room.

Sniper set down his cup and got up. Snaking his hands behind your waist. His dipped into your neck and began slowly kissing it. Spy moved forward some to enjoy the show before him

“You’re wrong for that, love.” His voice was low as he mumbled against your skin. You could feel his cock growing behind you as your leaned into his touch and let your hand rest on the back of his neck

“What did I do, daddy?”

Sniper damn near growled and bit down onto your neck with a scowl across his face and his eyebrows furrowed. You moaned quietly and bit down onto your lip.

Spy leaned against the table and put his cigarette out “I think you know what you did, Mon ange” he always started using French when he was getting in the mood. He moved up to kiss your lips, you furrowed your eyebrows and moaned into the kiss as Sniper continued kissing and biting your neck. Spy pulled away and spoke “I suggest we go somewhere more.. private” Sniper nodded and let go of your waist. The three of you walked to Spy’s smoking room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as you walked in, the two men following after you. Spy guided you to sit onto the red velvet chair he had in the room and sat in front of you , Sniper dimmed the lights some before walking over and taking a seat in front of you on his knees with Spy. The two men spread your legs with ease. Sniper undoes your shorts and pulls them off. They both notice a slight wet spot and smirk

“What? Were ya’ planning this, roo?” You only cover your face in embarrassment and peaked as spy took his mask off. Then, pulled his gloves off with his teeth.

God, he was so much hotter without that pesky mask

Spy then took his ungloved hand and pressed two fingers gently against your clothed pussy. You bit the back of your knuckle as he teased you, arching your back against his touch. He lowered his head down slightly and lapped at your cunt through your panties for a moment. Little sighs leaving your chest as you grinded against his tongue. Sniper nudged him over slightly and lifted your legs to take your panties off and tossed them somewhere unknown behind him. They both put each of your legs over the arms of the chair. Your pussy on full display for them. Sniper took his glasses and hat off as he licked his lips and dived in to lick your hole teasingly, his prominent nose pressing against your clit deliciously. Your hands reached for his hair as his tongue dragged up to your clit and he began sucking lon it, gently circling it with his tongue. His eye meeting your until you sighed and shut them with a smile plastered across your face. Spy took two fingers and gently pressed them against your soaked entrance, pushing them in and curled them against your walls. You moaned at the feeling of the combined pleasures. Your senses quickly becoming overloaded by them men.

“Sniper, look at her.” Spy took his free hand and pointed unapologetically at you, then letting his hand fall into your thigh and rub your hips gently up and down. Sniper mumbled against your clit “Such a pretty girl.” He said before going back to his task. His stubble tickling your skin lightly. Spy’s pace became faster as he sunk his fingers deeper inside of you. “Do you like that, mon amour?”

You nodded vigorously as you bit you lip and continued your grip on snipers hair, tugging slightly. He must have liked it considering his pace had quick. Relentlessly lapping at your clit now. Your moans flooded the room as your orgasm built up “fuck fuck! I’m so- I’m so close-“ you moaned and grinned against the feeling, trying quicken the orgasm you chased. The men quickened to a rapid pace as your legs shook slightly at the feeling. Your vision went blank as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching around Spy’s fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You relaxed into the chair, Spy and Sniper pulled away and wiped his face. Now they switched places. Your eyes widened at the sight “what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Sniper shot back with a condescending glare. Spy began to teasingly lap at your pussy and Sniper pressed two of his bigger fingers into your cunt. Scissoring you open as he vigorously pumped into your sensitive hole, your body spasming at the feeling. “You look good like this, Sheila.” He nudged Spy and he nodded. Eyebrows furrowed and grey hairs sticking to his forehead.

Another orgasm fast approaching as Sniper bit at your thighs. Your hands gripped Spy’s hair and fucked yourself on his tongue. “I’m.. gonna cum- oh god!!” Spy pulled away when you said that. You whined “please. Please.. I was so close!”

“Yes I know.” Spy stood up and lifted you onto his lap as he sat on the chair you were once on. “But I don’t recall giving you permission to the first time, did I?” One of his hands was sitting on the middle of your back to hold you in place.

Your eyes widened. “N..no you didn’t..” you hid your face in embarrassment. “mauvaise fille.” A hard smack came across your ass, leaving a red mark and a painfully delicious sting with it behind. Sniper wiped his face and leaned against the chair as be watched your reddened face. Another smack fell onto your red bottom. “What do we say, mon chéri?” His clothed erection pressing against your tummy

You bit your lip in anticipation for the next slap

“P-please, I.. I’m sorry” You mumbled

Sniper kneeled down to you “What was that, doll? Daddy didn’t quite hear ya’”

Another smack fell harder this time and you yelped. If it wasn’t for his hand on your back you surely would’ve jumped up.

“I said! I’m sorry! I.. i didn’t know!” Tears began to fall down your cheek. Smudging your mascara slightly. Sniper smirked and stood up. He slipped to the other side of the chair and slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt humming as he did so. Watching your body tense at the sudden sensation You moaned against his touch. Your vision was going white before once again, it was ripped from right under you. Spy kissed you some but pulled away to speak

“Sniper, take her.”

Sniper stood in front of Spy and held his arms out for your body as Spy stood up and handed you to him as if you weighed nothing to them. Sniper hooked his arms under your legs and you wrapped your around his neck. Your wet pussy pressing against his clothed erection as you whimpered at the feeling, leaving a wet spot on his pants. He pushed a door in the smoking room open, it led to a smaller room with a bed in it. He laid you down and Spy followed through the door, locking it and setting the key on a nearby table.

Spy opened a draw and took out a blindfold, Sniper took a bowie knife out of the other. It seems they’ve done this before, huh?

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurtcha’, I promise” his gloved hand came to your chin and lifted it slightly as he planted a kiss onto your lips. You only nodded and say there. Spy had disappeared, that was until he appeared behind you and tugged at the blindfold.

“What is your safe word, amour?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Uh.. panini” you said, unsure if any other word to use.

The men only chuckled “good choice” Sniper mocked as he kissed at your neck, Spy doing the same. The knife Sniper held was begging ran up and down your body, leaving small scratches as it tickled you. You shivered at the feeling, moaning under your breath. Sniper bit your ear “you like that, roo?” You nodded vigorously

“Good girl.” He said then continued to trace the knife up your body. Spy broke his kisses into sucking, leaving small hickeys on your neck and collarbone. Spy pulled away and grabbed a small pair of handcuffs. He handed them to you “would you like this?” You nodded

Spy smirked and began cuffing your hands tightly behind your back.

They both pulled away and laid you down gently, then stripped themselves of their clothing. “Would you like to go first, Mick?” Spy asked.

Sniper nodded “of course.” He said and sat between your legs. His hard cock lying gently against your clit. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to coax him into just fucking you already. He chuckled as he admired your soaked pussy.. then, took his cock into his hand and slid the tip up and down your folds slowly before sinking his tip into your hole. He leaned over you and sunk deeper a moan leaving you both as he easily bottomed out due to your slickness. He grabbed your legs and put them onto his shoulders, he took slow drags as Spy watched from the side. Stroking himself slowly in time with Snipers thrusts. He pulled all the way out and waited for a moment before slamming back into your cunt, his cock kissing your cervix. Your back arched at the feeling. His groans were low and heavy as he pounded into your pussy. “You feel good, Sheila. “ his grip on your hips became rougher and tighter as he chased his orgasm. Spy moved to your mouth, tapping your shoulder gently as his cock pressed against your cheek “May I?”

You nodded and moaned as Sniper fucked into you. You opened your mouth and let Spy slide his cock into your throat.

You gagged slightly as he began thrusting into your throat. The salty taste of his precum coating your tongue. The men chased their orgasm as they roughly fucked into your body. “God, roo. I’m gonna cum..” you moaned around Spy’s cock, sending a shiver down his spine as his groans left his throat freely “yes me too..” your head was reeling as the men used your body

“Can I cum in ya’, babe?” He cooed

You nodded the best you could around Spy’s cock. He pulled out and began pumping himself “Beg him for it, y/n.”

“Oh fuck! Please Mick! Please fill me with your cum! Oh, I want it so bad!!”

“Oh doll, of course, anything for you.”

Spy pumped himself more and more until his orgasm approached and he came onto your face, your mouth hung open to catch any of his cum on your tongue. Sniper growled as he thrusted deep inside of you and came into your abused cunt. Both of the men groaning as they looked at the scene they had made of you.

You all took a minute to catch your breath before Sniper spoke again

“Next time, don’t tease us please, babe.” He nuzzled into your shoulder as Spy rubbed your head gently sweeping you hair out of your face

Ps. Panini is a real safe word I used with my ex, he was such a lucky man.🥳

[khuzena]

Take my heart with you

Kaiser x fem!reader♡

Summary: you're the itoshi brothers' little sister, what could go wrong if you secretly dated kaiser?

Warning: the itoshi brothers hate each other but if anyone hit on their sister they team up rq, fluff to Angst. Kaiser being a sweetheart. Rin being the better brother🔥🙌. I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER AT THE END plS I SWEAR. Kaiser professing his love for reader in the most poetic way possible 🙌 possibly OOC but we dc

A/n: this is so stupid. Let's pretend they actually understand each other 💀💀💀. I swear I tried and I really love those old Rin, Sae and reader sibling hcs or chat fics i used to see on tumblr and i was like how about i add my own twist but reader dating kaiser.

You sneaked out of the house to go on a date with Kaiser. What could go wrong?

Answer: Everything.

You arrive at the restaurant, patiently waiting for Kaiser until you feel a hand on your shoulder, flinching by surprise.

"Shall we?"

"Y-yeah…"

Michael Kaiser who treats you like a gentleman for the entire night and spoils you, getting you anything you wanted in the restaurant.

"I kinda want macaroons but it's kinda expensive—", you say, complaining to Kaiser about the prices but a waitress walks to your table and you hear him whispering something to the waiter.

"Yes, madam we'll order some macaroons"

"What."

Michael Kaiser who surprises you with a Birkin bag for your 1 year anniversary, you're still surprised Sae and Rin haven't found out about the relationship.

"I— how am I supposed to explain to my brothers I randomly got a Birkin???"

"Easy, just tell them we're dating, it's not like anything bad is going to happen" Kaiser rolls his eyes thinking what could go wrong if your two brothers found out you're dating their rival.

Michael Kaiser who wears an awkward disguise but it surprisingly works well. Though you can't help but stare at him, his eye glasses accentuate his already good looks.

"Staring at me, schatz?" He teases, intertwining both your hands as you two enjoy the scenery in front of you.

You'd be lying if you said he didn't look good in those glasses, "W-well… the glasses suit you." Shyly looking away. The two of you have been dating for a year now but you still stutter and stumble when you're caught by surprise by him again and again.

"I know" he says confidently while pushing away your bangs to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Michael Kaiser who takes off his disguise and leads you two in a quiet area with no other person other than you two.

"You know if I had the chance to turn back time to fix my past I wouldn't change a single thing." He chuckles before pulling you closer to him by the waist.

You raise an eyebrow, not knowing what he meant. "Huh?" He leaned down to your level, holding you close and lips inches apart from each other.

"Because if I changed something then there's a chance I wouldn't be able to meet you, I'd rather go through that pain as a young footballer rather than live my life not meeting you." He whispered, smirking at your reaction. How could he say that so casually and expect you to act normal.

Michael Kaiser who takes you shopping and promises to take you out on another date like this.

"Kaiser, I don't wanna go home yet" you muttered quietly, hugging him as he patted your back.

Kaiser smiles at you, pulling away so he can cup your face with both his hands. "I know." He pulled you into a deep kiss before your phone rang and interrupted your moment.

Your eyes widen at the contact number.

"Oh shit it's my brothers… should I check the message?"

"Its okay go ahead"

Kaiser reads the chats with you, absolutely baffled by the brothers' efforts to stalk you.

"What the fuck." You both hear behind you, it was Sae's voice.

"I swear I can explain!" Yelling at the two but it's no use when they glared daggers at you and Kaiser.

Sae forced the two of you to ride back home, talking sternly to Kaiser while driving; Rin is still mad at the betrayal but he won't admit it.

"How long have you been seeing my sister?" Sae demanded an answer, still pissed for 3 reasons.

1. Not telling Sae you're seeing someone (he just wants to keep you safe)

2. You dating Kaiser (Sae and Rin absolutely do not trust that man)

3. The traffic

Kaiser gulps, looking back at you and looking back at Sae, never had he imagined meeting your brothers face to face again like this.

"Since last year"

…

"What." Rin felt his eye twitch, his nerves popping out of anger and confusion.

You hold your boyfriend's hand nervously, the atmosphere is so dreary it feels like your skin is getting grated every second from the anxiety prickling at your skin.

"You're gonna fucking use my sister and leave her crying like shit after you're done with her? The fuck do you want with her?"

"R-rin— that's enough…"

"I'm not done yet."

Kaiser entered the Itoshi household, he knew if he chickened out or shit the brothers would never approve of him. He took his shoes off and wore the slippers you offered him, you and Kaiser sit down at the couch and it's already making you uncomfortable.

"Listen here you German shit." Sae snarls at him, Kaiser has met Sae and Rin before and used to piss the two daily at blue lock, now he regrets ever doing it because it ruined his chances of getting along with his future brother-in-laws.

Anyone could tell Sae was pissed as hell, venom seethed from his throat and he swears if he could just smash the living shit out of Kaiser he would.

On the other hand though, Rin is absolutely avoiding your gaze. He's madder than Sae because he feels like he failed as your brother. That he wasn't good enough for you to share your secret with him.

"If you break my sister's heart I'll break your limbs at the next world cup. You hear me?" The eldest brother glaring down at Kaiser, if looks could kill Kaiser would've already been dead.

"And you." Gulping as you stare at the ground when Sae mentions you, hoping that this'll all end.

"Why the fuck did you think it's a good idea to hide a relationship like this for so long?"

"Because I knew you'd blow up like this— you're always so overprotective yet you were never here with me and Rin!" The two of you went at it, insults and insults, uneasiness filling the gaps of each corner. "What the fuck do you mean never here? I was working my ass off in spain to chase my dreams- to make you and Rin's life fucking easier!"

"I never asked you to do that for me! You're the worst person ever, I wish you weren't my brother." It accidentally slips out and Sae's eyes widen. When you look back at him you could see his breathing become uneven— that look in his eyes. The look of betrayal and guilt. He was taken aback at your reply.

You burst into tears before taking Kaiser's hand, pulling him out of the Living room and going outside.

"Michael lets go." You mumbled, it was freezing but none of it mattered. Tying your shoes before taking your shit with you.

Kaiser feels like needles were stabbing his chest, it felt like it was his fault that your relationship with your brothers strained even further— if it ever existed in the first place.

He says nothing as he watches you pathetically cry and run away from the household, catching up to you while pulling you closer to him.

"Shhh it's okay, breathe."

Kaiser rubbed circles on your back as you hyperventilated; tears streaming down your cheeks as you hugged him, looking for the comfort you could never find in anyone else but him.

"I-it's all my fault— I'm sorry for dragging you into this.."

"Breathe," he raised your chin, making you stare at him. It pained him to see you breaking down in his arms like this, "Breathe in and out, it's gonna be okay."

The two of you walk to a nearby playground, hand in hand as you two sit on the swings. Kaiser looks over to you… confusion, pity and sadness coming to him all at once. Maybe it was right that he should've left you alone when you first mentioned that you were an Itoshi.

"I'm sorry… I didn't expect it to go this way— I really am sorry." Sobbing as you hugged your legs together and cried onto your knees.

Kaiser only stares at you. His mouth goes dry as his mouth was left agape, his mind racing and he wants to say something but he doesn't know the right words that he should say. He could make you feel much worse and he didn't want to add to your stress so he kept quiet.

You two stay at the playground for hours until you hear footsteps slowly coming closer.

"Go home now, please."

Your eyes were dead, tugging onto your shirt as you shivered in both anxiety and from the cold weather. "R-rin?"

Rin looks over to you then Kaiser, feeling guilt. He should've said something earlier but he's always been a coward, always been a bad brother.

"Let's go home and eat dinner. You're hungry and you Kaiser… let's talk privately later." Rin's voice was hoarse, you could tell he's been crying. You nod and stand up, walking back home with Rin as Kaiser follows behind you two.

You three entered the house quietly, making sure to not disturb Sae. Rin looks down at the cold soup he made earlier, picking it up and reheating it while you and Kaiser wait at the dining table.

"Here… beef stew." Rin places the bowl down, preparing the dinner table. You watch Rin do all the work, you tried to help him but he refused. You could tell he was trying to ease the atmosphere. "So… when did you meet my sister.?" He asked, Rin was too ashamed to look any of you in the eye.

"I met her at the Blue Lock party a year ago then…" Kaiser pauses, looking over to you for affirmation as you nod at him, "We hit it off and she was nice, we exchanged numbers and we went on a date. She mentioned she was an Itoshi and I got nervous." He continued before taking a bite of the beef.

"Oh." Rin replied, it was awkward for everyone at the dining table. Just the clanking of the utensils against their own plates and whirring sound of the electric fan can be heard. But it's better than the deafening noise of continuous fighting with Sae.

"I know we fought a lot at the world cup and Blue lock but I'm willing to put that aside for my sister." Rin trails off. Rin was never good with words but he knew if he can't make amends with your lover then he'd hurt you in the process.

Kaiser takes a deep breath, his hands still clammy and sweaty. "I— me too."

You only watch the awkward interaction between the two, you were glad they were slowly starting to get along.

"Kaiser." Rin looks over to Kaiser and they stare at each other, but it wasn't hatred in their eyes, just regret.

"Promise me you won't break my sister's heart?" Your brother asked with desperation in his voice, you're the only one he had left and he couldn't and wouldn't bear to see you heartbroken. The first he's ever seen you heartbroken was when Sae came back from spain and abandoned you two. He doesn't want to see you break down over anything— anyone, ever again.

"I would never. I've known her all my life." The two Itoshis raised an eyebrow at his bold declaration.

"When I was a child I would pick flowers off the neighbor's lawn and imagine myself giving it to the girl I would love. When I grew older I would take pictures of breathtaking sceneries and hope that maybe I could bring my soon to be lover to those places again. When I got my first check I saved enough because I hoped to god I could meet the love of my life and spoil them with everything I have." Kaiser stares down at his plate, trying to avoid their gazes but he then looks Rin straight in the eye, his eyes brimming with a fiery determination Rin swore he only ever saw from other football players when their vision narrows on the ball, like an adrenaline rush.

"And I'm sure I've known her all my life and I'll spend my life meeting and learning to love her over and over again— so please. Let me be with her. I won't ever hurt her, if I ever did I would stop playing football because I dedicated my goals just for her. If I kicked and rolled the ball without meaning I'd rather not play it at all."

Rin's always loathed Bastard München's ace, Kaiser. But he feels his heart soften at his persistence to be with his sister. Never in his life has he seen a man so dedicated to ever go after his sister. Rin hates Kaiser for sure but he promised to put their past behind just for her.

"Alright… I'll let you have my sister but… keep your promise. She's the only one I have."

Your eyes soften at the scene unfolding Infront of you, happy that the two most important people in your life are getting along but there's one person left, Sae.

You all finish eating then helping Rin clean up the table. In the corners of your eye you noticed Kaiser wiping the table. "K-kaiser you dont have to!"

"It's nothing."

"W-well… I'm gonna go upstairs and uh get my stuff…" you gave a weak smile to the two, slowly walking up the stairs to talk to Sae.

The lights were dimmed and Sae wasn't in his room. Almost stepping on a sock you looked over to Sae, he was sitting down on the staircase; his hair messy and his eyes puffy.

"What do you want?" Aggression and hostility in his voice, he looked up to you. A few hours ago at the fight, Sae was beyond pissed at you but now… he looked broken, as if he realized something.

Note: sorry if the intro was so bad i dont know how to write anymore im cryigngggg. I mean i know how to but i def downgraded compared to my past fics istg. Sorry if there are too many mistakes, I'll try my best to satisfy my readers in the next part of the fic. 🙇‍♀️ Hope you enjoyed!

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

[lili863]

Hunted

Ominis x Reader (You)

Warning: Mature, slightly Nfsw, Minors DNI

Summary: Your underestimation of Ominis puts him in a foul mood and he ready to do whatver it takes to prove you wrong and put you in your place.

Classes were over for the day as you, Ominis and Sebastian hung out in the library, spending time wroking on your assignments and chatting about days.

"I swear Weasly put something in that potion, otherwise it wouldnt have blown up in our faces" Sebastian complained.

"Honestly, Sebastian, I would think you'd be smart enough not to leave your cauldron alone with Gareth Weasly. That boy's a menace, " Ominis stated in amusment.

"Well its not like I can keep an eye on him all the time! Besides I was literally gone for 30 seconds"!

Ominis rolled his eyes "I wouldnt even trust him with 5 seconds"

You huffed out a laugh hearing the two talk before Sebastian turned towards you with accusatory glare.

"Wait a minute. You had potions with me today, you literally sat right behind us. Did you see him doing anything funny? "

You pressed your lips and tried to answer as nonchalantly as you could.

"No".

"Your lying" Ominis calls out.

Your jaw dropped before you tried to defend yourself

"Wha- No! I am not, I-"

Ominis rested his head in palms, almost looking bored.

"Your a terrible liar Y/N"

"You cant prove it" You accused.

Ominis' hands were quick to reach out across the desk, finding your hands immediately before wrapping around your wrist and finding the pulse point. His finger applied a little pressure, making you tense up as you watched the boy's lips tug at the corner.

He sighs with a small smile on his lips "Its sometimes painful how obvious you could be"

You blushed and pulled away, rubbing your wrists where Ominis touched you. "That not fair! I just...have a fast heartrate okay"

Sebastian slammed his palms in the table before Ominis could reply and inched closer to your face with a glare "Y/N I swear if you helped that little twat in getting me detention today I will literally-"

"Okay, okay! I am sorry! I owed Garrett a favor, and he really needed a fwooper feather today so..I may have gave it to him today, at..the exact time you left your cauldron" You vibisbly shrunk in your chair givijg him a nervous smile but all you saw was his eyes twitch and his fists clench up on the table.

"I- I didnt know he was going to put that feather in the cauldron at that moment! I had just managed to get out of Professor sharp ingredients closet without being seen and had to quickly to give it to him so Sharp wouldnt see me. I am sorry. " You apologized sincerely, and upon seeing your face, you noticed sebastian features softened before he slumped down on his chair with a heavy sigh swiping his face with his hands.

"Im gonna fucking kill him " he muttered.

You smiled sheepishly and turned around to rummage through your bag before placing a jar on the table.

"What have you got there?"Ominis asked curiously upon hearing the sound of the glass jar hit the table.

"Lace wing flies for Sebastian" you replied.

Sebastian furrowed his brows in confusion "For me"?

You nodded "Yup. For your troubles. I was in sharps closet anyway and I heard you needed lacewings., he has a lot of them so he wont notice one jar gone. I know your short on them so no need to buy them or make a trip all the way out of the castle to catch them either"

Sebastian tackled you in a tight hug before exclaiming "Ugh your an angel. I take back what I say your forgiven"!

You laughed and pulled away "Least I can do after hearing you got detention today"

Sebastian groaned "Weasly is SO in for it"

"Wait, so not only did you manage to sneak into Sharp closet, but you got out of there with two ingredients completely unseen?" Ominis raises a brow

You shrug, turning towards Ominis "I mean, yeah..it wasn't that hard to be quite frank"

Sebastian raises his brows in disbelief "Wasnt that hard? I literally see him walk in and out of that closet at least a hundred times today! How did you not to get caught"?

You smirked. "You can't catch me. If I wanted, I can disappear so well you won't even detect my presence"

"Is that so" Sebastian smirked in amusment.

You gave a teasing grin and replied "Its a gift".

Ominis began drumming his fingers against the table lightly with an unreadable expression.

He gazed at you as if he could see you, his eyes purposfully moving around and glancing at certain spots within where you were sitting.

You couldnt help but notice as Sebastian began to ramble on about the book he found in the restricted section yesterday.

A hint of amusment evident in Ominis face, he lazily twirled his quill around while gazing in your direction.

What was he looking at? It felt stupid to wonder about that kind of question since he's blind, but the way his eyes moved over you didn't look random, he was purposely studying something about you.

Your eyes soon followed from his fingers up to his face when you slightly flinch at the sight. His own cloudy set looks right back at you as if he can see you.

Somehow you were hypnotized. Ominis eyes were always faced down when talking to anyone so you enver got to look into them this closely.

They were beautiful.

Unable to look away, the two of you stare at each other until Sebastian clears his throat, snapping you out.

"Hellooo, are you even listening"? he asks, looking between the two of you. You answered before Ominis could and continued to talk with Sebastian, now unaware that Ominis eyes were still on you.

Your little statement about being hard to catch caught his attention. Since he was positive, the easiest person to find in this castle was you. He's sure not for others but for him anyway.

Unbeknownst to most Ominis senses has always preceded others to compensate for his blindness. His smell, hearing, and taste were always for sensitive naturally. But what very few people knew, or rather what only sebastian knew was his ability to see and track the traces of magic. Every witch and wizard in this castle had traces that were each unique in its own magical way.

Even without his wand, he could detect the masses of others very easily due to this ability. The traces appeared to ominis in clusters of bright or faint light. Some were dull and hard to catch, while others were bright and easy to see.

Magic folk always had traces even from the simplest charms they performed in their everyday lives.

But you were different.

When you walked into sorting ceremony, he instantly sought it out and found you.

The unique complexity of your magic was too hard to ingore and too bright to look away. It was sometimes warm, sometimes cold, and other times a little dark. But never dull. It was...beautiful.

Just like you.

Even without your magic, your gentle voice always attracted him to you as if you were a siren. Your scent was subtle, but he couldn't get enough of it. And your touch.

They were reassuring in a way that no other touch could make him feel.

Ominis was baffled with your presence at times. He didnt want to admit he needed you every where he went. But he did. He often found himself annoyed or unreasonablely angry if someone asked for your audience or help. You had enough on your plate without these other students asking for unessary favors.

But you being you were always polite. He could hear the smile on your face and the compassion in your voice.

And somehow, your courage to keep everyone safe by fighting poachers or goblins had made him even more awestruck. He's never met someone like you. So kind, understanding, and balanced, unlike him.

You were an angel to those who deserved it or a venamous snake ready to pounce to those who didn't.

He tried to convince himself that that you weren't perfect. Surely you had flaws.

But for goodness sake, even your flaws were perfect. The way you were such a klutz sometimes, your lame jokes that cheered him up more than the funny ones or how you always went out of your way to get him on broom to fly with you.

He was angry with himself most of the days for letting you invade his mind like this. You were all he ever thought about waking up in the morning and going to bed. It was unhealthy and obsessive. But he kept coming back for more as if there wasn't an ounce of displine left in him.

And now, after finding out you possessed such powerful ancient magic, you invaded his senses from left right and center until all he heard, touched, and felt was you.

It was overwhelming and possessive.

Even if you were located in the deepest corner of this castle, he was positive he could find you. Like a moth to a flame.

"Well growing up, I always played hide and seek with my friends, and no seeker has ever been able to find me until they had to give up" you chuckled speaking of those memories with fondess.

Your story brought Ominis back into the conversation as he continued to listen quietly.

"So you're saying if we were to play this little game of hide and seek right now, we wouldn't be able to find you?" Sebastian challenged.

"Oh, with you two? I am positive" You grinned.

Sebastian smirked before looking at Ominis "I dont know. Ominis here is VERY good at seeking people out"

Ominis frowned at Sebastian, not wanting to draw attention to his abilities.

You looked at Ominis and then Sebastian confused "But..Ominis cant see"?

Sebastian chuckled "Oh trust me, he sees more then any of us"

Ominis slightly kicked him under the table to tell him to shut up, but now you were curious.

"What does he mean Ominis"?

Ominis sat up a little at your voice and cleared his throat "Nothing, Sebastian just joking-"

"Ominis here can track people better then any tracker I've ever seen. And you my dear are probably the easiest to track for him, " Sebastian finished cutting Ominis off.

Ominis gritted his teeth, reminding himself to hex Sebastian as soon as they were alone.

You frowned deeply at the claim, a little offended. "What does that mean"?

"It means Ominis here possesses a certain skill set that could help him find exactly where you are in this castle. If I were you, I wouldn't underestimate him, " Sebastian explained giddlily.

"Goodness knows how many times he found me halfway across the castle before I could leave the grounds."

"You mean sneaking out? Yeah, plenty of times. " Ominis rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"How..extactly do you do that, Ominis?" you asked curiously.

Ominis sighed with smile "Nothing to concern yourself with darling"

You narrowed your eyes, his vague reply now definitely offended. They cant just say stuff like that and not give you an answer, especially after you bragged about you never getting caught.

Now you had to know. You prided yourself in your ability to be stealthy. Hell, you even broke into the heqdmasters quarters one day just to ranksak his room for fun. There is no way Ominis can truly find you if you hid. There is no way...right?

And now his dismisive reply only fired you up.

"Say Ominis, how about we play a little game then"? You asked determinedly.

Ominis face shone with amusement "What game would you be referring to"?

He already knew you werent going to let this go.

"A game of hide and seek of course"

He huffed out a laugh and slowly sat up in his chair, now completely facing you.

You were annyoed at his nonchalance but didnt show it.

"Well now that I hear about this ability of your, we simply have to put it to the test" you smiled.

"Is that so"?

You didn't miss the challenge evident in his tone, and neither did Sebastian seem to stay quiet.

Matching his energy, you sat up in your chair as well, facing his foggy eyes with a confidence that you were sure could be felt. "Yes. As a matter of fact, if I left right now and gave you two days to find me, you wouldn't be able to even if I walk right by you in and out of my classes"

Ominis face darkened at your arrogant tone. It was calm, but the kind of calm you see before the storm which you know is coming.

Right this moment, he wanted nothing else but to bend you over this desk and reprimand for taking that tone with him. But he opted to clench his fists until his knuckles were white and think of all things he could do when he caught you.

If it's one thing Ominis wouldn't back down from, it's a challenge. And especially if that challenge gave him the opportunity to witness your humility after he'd beaten you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but something about the way he was staring at you made you feel something. A little flutter in your stomach that made you clench your thighs at the excitement. You weren't just merely curious anymore. You simply HAD to know if he could ever catch you.

You were quite aware of the effect he had on you. The urge to push his buttons and see how he would react, the urge to challenge him and see far he would go. Ominis was a reserved guy always opting to hide his skills instead of showing them, but you knew he was talented beyond belief and made it your mission to see every one of them whether he liked it or not. It was always the quiet one with the surprises, and you absolutely loved surprises.

"4 hours".

"What"?

"Give me four hours to find you, wherever you decide to hide in this entire castle"

His confidence dropped your jaw and rendered you speechless.

Only 4 hours?!

A little panic was set in your brain at his claim. This castle is huge. And you hide anywhere you want. Was he that confident in his skills?

Ominis grin only widened upon sensing your hesitance. "Is that too long? Very well then how about two hours"?

You almost choked on your spit and looked at Sebastian with widened eyes.

Sebastian couldnt help but grin with excitement. "Oh this is good. This is brilliant. Y/N vs The Ominis Gaunt"

Ominis frowned slightly at the interference of his friend.

This was personal and both you and Ominis knew it.

"Dont you have detention to get to right now Sebastian" Ominis reminded.

Sebastian face fell and groaned at the realization "Ugh, bollocks"

You gave a lopsided smile and patted Sebastian arms in reassurance. "Good luck with Weasly. And try not to kill him, PLEASE"

Sebastian chuckled "No promises"

You shook your head in amusment as you witness him packing his belongings. Before he left the table, he turned towards Ominis with a menacing grin "Go easy on her Ominis, she looks a little scared"

Your hands flew to hit Sebastian in the arm with a glare, curseing him for exposing you.

Sebastian barked out a laugh before grabbing his bag and leaving the two of you in the library. "Have fun you two, oh and Y/N do let me know what happens"

You cursed at him under your breath once again and looked at the clock.

It was almost curfew time, which would leave you no choice but to run around the castle past curfew.

"Ominis, it almost curfew, I dont think we can-"

"All the more fun then" Ominis interrupted.

"Surely you can manage to sneak past a couple of prefects"

You gasped in delight, "Ominis?! I didnt know you had it in you to break the rules like this. Sebastian a bad influence, isn't he"? You teased.

Ominis scoffed at your tone "Thats all Ive ever been doing ever since the day you entered this castle"

You giggled. "Well then, I reckon this will be a much bigger challenge for you then, won't it?"

"Perhaps you should worry more about what I could do if I caught you," he tried to hide the malice in his tone.

Your glared at him ignoreing the goosebumps on your skin "What would I have to be afraid of Ominis? Surely your not referring to yourself"?

A menacing smirk appeared on his face as he sat there, choosing not to reply to your comment.

Ominis knew you were anxious enough already. And boy, was he going make you terrified.

You felt the ominous feeling and stood up from you chair starting to pack your things.

You two had better get a move if you were hoping to finish this game early enough not to get into trouble.

Ominis packed his things up as well and tried his best to hide his anticipation. His mind was racing with dizzying thoughts on how to approach this and how he would catch you.

The hunger of it all was unbearable, and he was grateful you couldn't read his mind.

"Let shake on it then"

Ominis heard the girl say and shuffle towards him. His hand reached out to hers and enveloped them. She shook her hands and attempted to pull away but alas...

He couldnt help it. Just a little taste, he'd convinced himself.

Ominis gripped your hands and tugged firmly, causing you to yelp and crash into his chest.

Feeling his other hand slither around your waist, you looked up at the guy in shock.

Ominis, on the other hand, relished the proximity, which did little to satiate his desire. But he needed to mask it so he didn't scare you off.

Your eyes moved back forth in panic between his even though he couldn't see you

"What are you doing..."

Ominis leaned down to the side of your face, his lips brushing against the side of your face and gliding upwards until they found the tip of your ears.

You gasped at the sensation that made you arch closer to him.

His fingers lazily rubbed small circles on top of yours while you gripped his hands harder and whispered, "What are you doing Ominis"?

Ominis fought the urge to bite your lobes and merely hovered over your ears. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me, darling?"

Your chest was moving erractically no doubt being felt by Ominis pressed against you.

His arms instinctively pulled you in closer if that was even possible, and now all you could feel was his hard chest and the hot warmth that seeped into your skin.

"We could always call it quits if you're too scared." Ominis was slowly losing his self-control. His lips moved slightly downwards to press an open-mouthed kiss against her jaw.

"O-ominis" you whimpered.

Fuck. You couldn't control yourself either. This was surreal to you.

"Yes darling" his breath was heavy on your skin, making you shiver. His hands let go your yours to wrap around his other on your waist and pulling up against him in order to get better access to your neck.

You hands flew around his neck to stead yourself before his lips pressed into your neck harshly.

Whimpers escaped your mouth as he bit your neck and swiped his tongue firmly over the bruise before repeating it. One of his hands ran up your spine before gently gripping your neck and pulling it back to access more skin.

You allowed him before he dove down to your throat with a searing kiss.

Your body jolted when you felt his canines in the middle of your neck now completely at his mercy. Heat was quickly pooling in your stomach, and you could feel his eagerness down there with how closely you were pressed against him.

Ominis concious kept yelling at him to back off before he completely lost it. Anymore of this, and he would truly find himself pushing you on this desk and taking you right then and there.

But fuck, you felt so good.

His lips pressed kisses up your throat until finally they were infront of your lips.

Ominis knew if he kissed you there was no going back.

But you couldn't let it happen like this. Not now.

You tried gather enough self control and shoved him back, which unfortunately pushed you back further then it did him, but nonetheless, now you were facing each other, flushed, disheveled and completely incoherent.

You gulped and pointed a finger straight on his chest "Catch me if you can Gaunt"

At the sound of your determined tone, Ominis grinned widely before taking your finger at his chest turning it over.

He bought the palm up his lips and pressed a kiss.

You swear your poor heart is about explode when he replied " I give you my word..."

[cafecourage]

A SCENARIO OF TIME AND MALON TRYING TO COURT THE READER 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

- bestie anon (going crazy)

Man everyone wants a peace of the lon lon folks.

Courting head canons:

- Now, I am making the executive decision to say that you know them. You’re probably from castle town that does business with Lon Lon Ranch. A Baker or merchant or something. So Malon knows you as well and it gives them the excuse to be close to you. Time probably falls first but says nothing since he is kinda oblivious to his romantic feelings. But he is a good bean and he will tell Malon ASAP. He doesnt know what to do! He stumbled into his relationship with Malon!

- The courting is slow but only because they both want to befriend you first as being business partners doesn’t get you to marriage too fast. So it starts out as visiting your shop outside of their normal schedule deliveries. Maybe an invite dinner here and there. Festivals? You should join them! A ball? Well they both cant have you dance on your own! You have both of them to dance and chat with!

- It’s a slow process and all the while you’re just confused. You love both of them by the end but they are a couple! What if they are just being nice! Yes you’re that oblivious about it. However Malon being the most observant of the three of you would finally sit you down and ask and I don’t think it would make sense at first but it was clear that once you say yes you will be spoiled.

- Spoiled you are. Dates are common. Flowers are daily. Kisses and hugs are by the second. You will never want for affection anymore because you will have it as soon as you ask. Not to mention everything you do to ether of them you give back tenfold. Everything is doubled because both Malon and Time had enough time to love each other and are confident in their relationship to spoil you to their hearts content. Of course they will still spend time for each other and one on one with you, but no one in this relationship will be jealous of the other here.

[wayfayrr]

🍞 anon here!

So — I accidentally came across one of those realistic cake videos. With that, why not a reader that could create realistic cakes. (*￣∇￣)ノ

The chain could be settling down at Lon Lon Ranch or Legend's home. They could be out because of news of monsters with black blood, so the reader stayed behind for their safety.

When they returned, Reader checked up on them, being sweet and eventually offering cake that they made while they're out. They agreed, a little snack sounds good, and it's kind of the reader to make something for them —

Proceeds to cut out a chunk of the kitchen counter and hands one of them a plate.

>=<=>=<

"Wha — huh?! (@_@)"

"It's cake :)"

"But, that — it was a —"

"Cake :)"

"I — thank you..."

"..."

"Wait — MY CHAIR?!?"

"Cake :)"

>=<=>=<

If you can't hurt them physically, hurt them psychologically. :)

And in terms of yandere, I like to think there's a gag where the reader just somehow — maybe Hylia's blessing — has extremely realistic decoys of them made out of cake, just at their disposal.

Like, please, paint a picture of someone chatting with the reader, building up the courage to hold their hand only for their entire arm to fall on the ground. Cue confused, screaming.

They would eventually see through whether or not something was cake... maybe?

Either way, Reader would definitely be banned from the kitchen or any sort of baking utensil.

the way this is literally the same theme as something I was joking about with some friends loaf - you managed to infiltrate my discord?????/j (it was crack angst about if reader accidentally bit one of the chain and they were a hyperrealistic cake and didn't know, it spiralled from talking about wars and red velvet at the same time)

I love how much paranoia that scenario give parts of the chain though, they can't be certain that anything isn't actually a cake from that moment onwards, if leaving reader alone for such a small amount of time lead to them making so many cakes that were that realistic? who's to say they couldn't make cakes of other things - or even things out in the wild?

if they could by chance even replicate the magic of enchanted items, making them near undetectable to even the most magic sensitive of the links, well if it increases the amount of buffs they have then why not? even if it makes them sad to have to eat something with so much dedication, care and love put into it's creation

as for the yandere side, as well as what you mentioned with decoys? what about reader replacing their weapons with cake before they fled, asking fi for permission to wield her as her other master is losing himself to this sick twisted obsessive lust for them. It also makes me think of peeta in the hunger games and how he hides lmao maybe one of the links reader still foolishly trusts is suddenly grabbed by a hand in a shockingly similar way while the rest are enamoured by the saccarine decoy. only clocking on when their star in the skies falls apart under their touch.

They'd be lucky to ever bake again when they're reunited.

[bloglop]

Just in time for Cora week, look at this wonderful commission from @themetalhiro of Corazon and my OP oc, Mila! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

It’s absolutely adorable, thank you! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

[capturethechaos]

Masterlist

Request - going to a cat cafe | Jake fluff

Words - 1.4k

Warnings - None! It's pure fluff ♡

“You’re joking.”

“I am not, now get off your ass, let’s go!” You had one of his hands gripped tightly between both of yours, pulling with all your might to pull him from the couch as your socks slid over the rug. 

He was holding back laughter, watching as your bottom lip slowly jutted out into a pout. You had given up on pulling him from the couch, letting your arms fall limp, his hand still clasped between them. It took very little strength from him as he tugged you into his lap, letting you adjust yourself for a moment before placing his hands on either side of your face. “Do you really want to go?”

You nodded as best as you could in his grip, and his lips curled into a soft smile. “Alright, my love, let’s do it.”

Before could get too excited, his hands tightened to bring your gaze back to his. “But we’re not getting a cat.”

Your pout returned, and he simply chuckled, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to your puckered lips. 

“But what if-”

“We’re not getting a cat.”

The two of you took a few minutes to get off the couch, continuing to pester each other between kisses.

It was a short drive into town, and as soon as Jake put the car in park, you were sliding out of the passenger's side and waiting impatiently for him to follow. He stuck his hand out for you to take as he walked up to you, and you eagerly intertwined your fingers with his. 

You stood in the entrance for a moment, taking in the warmth of your surroundings as the two of you entered the café. You had read about it previously, so it was no surprise when you looked around and found the walls of bookshelves filled with used books for sale, but you couldn’t contain your excitement at the sight of the cats lounging on and around the shelves. 

Jake followed close behind as you made your way to the counter, looking over the menu as the staff kindly greeted the two of you. You exchanged pleasantries with them before ordering drinks and snacks for the two of you. They informed you that the drinks and food would be brought out to you when they were ready, and the two of you turned to find a spot to sit. 

Jake was barely able to settle into his seat before a couple of the cats ventured over to say hello. You watched fondly as he slowly outstretched his hand for them to sniff, a small smile creeping onto his lips as they quickly warmed up to him, pressing their heads against his hand. 

He gently placed his hand onto the head of the small calico that had made itself comfortable against his thigh, giving it small head scratches as it purred against him. “I didn’t know this place sold books too.”

You broke out in a wide grin at his attempt to pull your attention away from the affection, and you decided to play along. “It’s a cool place, isn’t it?”

He hummed, staring off at one of the bookshelves, and his eyes locked with a cat who simply stared back. Your eyes followed his line of sight, locking onto the small black cat lounging across the top of a large coffee table book. “That cat is you.”

Jake's eyes flickered over to you for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Explain.”

You chuckled, watching the way the cat lifted from the book, stretching for a moment before slowly making its way off of the shelf until it was safely on the floor. “I don’t know, just the general vibe it gives off. Plus it has the same staring problem as you.”

You had a cheeky smirk plastered on your face when Jake turned to you. “I don’t have a staring problem.”

You leaned over, bumping your shoulder against his. “Whatever you say, spaceman.”

“Well look at you two, you seem to be popular.” You looked away from Jake, looking up to the employee that had come over with your coffee and food. You thanked her and looked back towards Jake, noticing the ever growing crowd of cats around him.  

The small gathering dispersed when the two of you began to eat and drink, chatting between sips, no longer giving them the attention they craved. You noticed the way Jake shuffled in his seat as the two of you talked, clearly uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, babe?”

He nodded down to the floor, and when you looked beneath the table you found that the small black cat that had been watching him earlier had made its way over and curled up in the small space between his feet. “I don’t wanna move and wake it up.”

Your eyes lifted back to him, catching him as he stared down at the small ball of fur purring away at his feet. 

The cat remained there as the two of you ate, and even after, as you simply sat and talked. Your eyes wandered around the café, finding all the little details just as charming as the furry companions that occupied the space. As you looked around, your eyes landed on an acoustic guitar, sitting in a stand beneath a sign that read ‘play a tune, our deaf cats love the vibration of the strings!’.

Your head quickly turned to Jake, a wide grin adorning your lips. “Jake, look, they’ve got a guitar.”

You pointed toward the sign and watched as his eyes followed, reading over the sign. A smile grew on his own lips, and he went to stand, stopping quickly when he remembered that there was a small cat curled up on his feet. He looked over at you, then down at the cat, and you giggled, standing and walking over to grab the guitar for him. 

You carefully handed the acoustic to him, watching as he placed it across his lap, turning his focus to making sure it was properly tuned before beginning to pluck away at the strings. You were the first to notice as the cat began to stir, standing and stretching before looking up at Jake and chirping. The small sound captured Jake’s attention, and he looked down just as the cat jumped up into the space next to him on the bench. 

He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as the cat rubbed itself against his arm. Purring loudly as it stopped with its paws on his thigh, and its head leaning against the strings of the guitar as Jake continued to pluck at them. One of the employees came to collect your dishes not long after, and you stopped her before she could walk away. “Is this little guy one of your deaf cats?”

She chuckled and nodded. “Ward is one of two that we have at the moment, he’s partially deaf, but he loves feeling the vibration of the strings.”

Jake’s head lifted to look at her, one eyebrow raised. “His name is Ward?”

She nodded once again, and pointed to one of the large bookshelves. “When we first got him he took interest in a particular pile of pirate related books on one of the shelves, so we named him after one of them.”

Jake looked back down at the cat, then over at you, chuckling at the minor look of confusion on your face. “John Ward, he was the pirate that inspired Jack Sparrow.”

Your smile was only getting wider, and Jake just playfully rolled his eyes before letting out a big sigh. “I’ll stay here with the cat, you go ask about what it will take to adopt it.”

The two of you ended up spending much longer at the café than you had originally planned, but as you walked out of the café Jake had a small carrier in his hand, Ward tucked comfortably inside with a blanket and his favorite book. 

Within the next couple weeks you watched as the two only grew closer. Whether it was finding Jake asleep on the couch at two am with Ward curled up on his chest, or walking into Jake’s music room and seeing Ward pressed up against the strings of Jake's guitar as he worked on music.

Jake loved the addition, coming home to just that much more love made it worth it. Entering the kitchen to find Ward perched on the fridge watching diligently as you cooked dinner, or when he’d find the two of you curled up in bed, a book held loosely in your hand as you slept peacefully with your cat, it was all just a bonus, and he couldn’t be happier that you had convinced him to go with you that day.

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Hello!!

First off, your work is some of the best I’ve seen on Tumblr. I read all of your TGM ones today because I am obsessed 🤩

Anyway, can you do one where the reader (Callsign Hailstorm) reunites with Bob after flight school and they are so happy to see each other after losing contact. Then they ultimately fall in love and one thing leads to another? I would prefer if there was some smut with light praise kink but you don’t need to if you don’t want to :)

Have a nice day!

Loverboy

Summary: After not seeing each other for years, Bob reunites with his old friend for the mission and they pick up right where they left off - desperately yearning for the other's love.

Ps. Took the praise kink bit and ran with it, hope you don't mind that it veers further up the 'light' spectrum than I first intended to, I apologise if that's not your vibe.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Love Confessions, Old Friends, Gyms

Music recommendation: Latch by Disclosure

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

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It went without saying that the gyms in Fightertown were impeccable. With the mass amount of big headed and big muscled pilots, there is a need for equipment for them to show off. And, boy, do they like showing off. Headquarters had everything needed to stay in peak condition.

Y/N usually stayed to the edges in an effort to leave the limelight for her more cocky colleagues and her stint in San Diego was no different. She'd been a little late with her arrival back at Top Gun and was yet to meet her fellow aviators.

Bob, on the other hand, was the first to arrive. He sat in the Hard Deck for a while, just silently munching on his peanuts and hoping to see someone he recognised. It seemed his luck was nowhere to be found as every single person in khaki was a stranger to him.

Then Phoenix finally noticed he was there, and boom, acquaintances had been acquired.

Hangman quickly started spouting shit about working out because he wanted to, and he was not mincing his words, "all of us should go to the gym together so I can feel really good about myself when Rooster over there can't lift as much as I can. Hell, I can bench double what he can." Jake pointed to Bob with a smirk, but the wizzo didn't react. He just raised an eyebrow.

Despite how rude Hangman had been, the group all agreed to go with him. Even the guys who hadn't been able to make it to the Hard Deck and had been added to the group chat.

"Hailstorm! Missed you last night, slut," Jake cheered when Y/N made her entrance. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as he held his arms out for a hug.

"Hey, whore." She pulled back and took a glance around at the other pilots. Javy she knew. Looked like Fritz was off in the corner with some guy with a cool moustache. Harvard was over on the treadmill.

Once she'd got the lay of the land, she simply explained, "My flight was late so I missed the inevitable moment that you insulted just about everyone."

"I did not."

"Jake."

"I may have insulted some people." That Cheshire grin that he got so often appeared and he shrugged his shoulders playfully.

When she'd briefly been stationed with Jake, she'd quickly learnt to deal with his teasing nature. Some of their colleagues at the time weren't as easy-going as Y/N and Javy, so the great Jake Seresin didn't have many supporters amongst his peers. Many of them didn't realise that underneath all that bravado, there was a guy who had real trouble expressing himself. His insults were an awful attempt at making friends, even if he claimed otherwise.

The total opposite of Jake was just about to walk back from the bathroom and squealed out, "Shortstack?"

She immediately turned at the sound of Bob's voice. "Booby!" Y/N replied, completely unashamed about their nicknames for each other, and flung herself at Bob. He reciprocated the hug with pink cheeks and squeezed her affectionately. "Been a long time, Rob."

All the other pilots couldn't believe the reaction she'd gotten from Bob. He had barely said a word since they'd met him but twenty seconds in Y/N's presence and he was fully rambling.

"It's been so long... Y/N, you're here for the mission? Wait, that's a stupid question because obviously you are. Why else would you be here if you weren't?.... I didn't see you at the Hard Deck. Did you go? I kept an eye out just in case. Always do. Crazy that I'm still speaking, probably should stop so you can say something back, you know, like how conversations go. Not that I'm saying that you don't know how to have a conversation... We've had many before, so many. You don't need to prove to me that you can hold a conversation... not that you need to prove anything, and I mean anything, to me."

Jake gave him a look.

"I'm going to shut up now."

Even if she wanted to hold back her giggle, she wouldn't have been able to. Y/N let it fall past her lips and Bob realised how much he'd missed that sound from her. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks and he rested his forehead onto her shoulder with a soft laugh.

"How do you and baby on board know each other?" Jake had to ask, curious about this new side of the meek and quiet wizzo.

"Robbie was my personal encyclopaedia during flight school," Y/N answered smoothly. "Seriously, this guy is like a sponge when it comes to information. Our study sessions were the only thing that helped me pass."

It was mostly the truth. Y/N would've passed anyway, but being around Bob encouraged her to be better than passing. Both of them had been in the top of their class and worked damn hard to get there.

If they weren't up in the air, the pair could be found with their work spread out over the table of a local diner, slurping down milkshakes while they worked. And, though they weren't aware of it, they always used to take turns stealing glances at each other.

Shit, it seemed as if those feelings hadn't gone away in their time apart.

They chatted whilst working out next to each other. Nothing was too menial or mundane to talk about, especially since they hadn't spoken in years and desperately needed to update the other about their lives. All throughout the exercise, Jake could hear Bob and Y/N laughing and joking like old buddies. Because, well, they were.

One look and anyone could tell that Bob still was head over heel, and judging by how much she blushed and giggled, it was pretty obvious the feelings were mutual. Y/N was not so subtly swooning as Bob easily did press ups, but get this, to impress her he went all out and used just one hand.

"Booby, when did you get so strong?" Y/N complimented as soon as she saw his biceps in action. He gave her a shy smile, totally glad that he'd gotten the reaction he wanted from her.

Then she dropped down on her knees beside him, preparing to do a push up. Bob stopped for a second and she knew what he was going to say. "Nu-uh, I'm not doing one of those. I'm a traditional when it comes to push ups," she said, shaking her head defiantly. Jokingly, she added, "I'm just a frail, dainty little lady. Couldn't possibly do such a thing."

"Just try to do one? For me?" He pleaded, smiling at her. It took Y/N less than three seconds to agree and held herself up with one hand, slinging the other across her back.

Slowly, Y/N lowered herself into the push up. That was the easy bit. The actual push up part was where things could go wrong. But, it didn't. Admittedly, she was wobbly when she used all that Navy strength she'd acquired over the years to push herself back up.

"Perfect! Knew you could do it, shortstack. So good, you're, like, amazing at everything," Bob praised, shifting his weight so he could bump his shoulder into hers. "You've done one, how about two?"

"You trying to make me into an action man, Floyd?" Y/N teased, but the playful glint in her eyes told him that she was genuinely flattered that he thought she was capable of such things.

Y/N's philosophy when it came to fitness was to do as much as she needed, nothing more. If she was fit enough for the Navy, she didn't feel the need to go overboard and have muscles the size of someone's head. Now, she wasn't naming names *cough, Hangman, cough* but there were certain colleagues of hers that seemed to live in the gym and had significantly less free time because of it.

Nevertheless, Y/N tried to do another one. It was going well until Y/N realised 'shit, cramp' and let herself fall to the mat with a grunt. "Ah, Booby... I think this is the end of me," she dramatically whined, completely ignoring the way he was chuckling at her antics. "Tell my cat I love her."

Unceremoniously flopping onto her back, she bit her bottom lip in an effort to suppress a giggle as she looked across at him. He'd lowered himself to the mat too, lying on his belly and beaming at her with pure amusement across his handsome features.

Then, with a pout, she started massaging the cramp away in her bicep, but her hand was soon gently slapped away and replaced. Bob scooted closer and let his rough fingers rub away her discomfort with the right amount of pressure, not too soft and not too hard, perfectly correct.

"There we go, doll. Feeling better?" he asked. When she looked up at him, Bob could swear that her whole face had softened and her cheeks flushed a little as she gazed down to where they were touching.

"Uh huh," she responded noncommittally, trying to play it cool and pretend that there wasn't a fluttery feeling in her stomach. "Thanks Rob."

Phoenix had been watching their little moment from where she was sitting on the rowing machine and happened to catch her backseater's eye. Bob clenched his eyes shut, fully aware of the interrogation that he was guaranteed to deal with as soon as she could. He knew he had to put on some semblance of a poker face, otherwise Phoenix would surely pounce on him for his blatant infatuation towards Y/N.

All Nat did for now was give him a wink.

But, later at the Hard Deck, she asked him all about Y/N. At first, all Bob gave was one word answers and vague descriptions.

"I don't know. Yeah, she's cute, but there's nothing special there. You know?" Phoenix retorted, her lips turning up into a sly grin when Bob's face fell. He was aghast. He was appalled at such a statement. Was Nat really saying that to his face? It was an obscene sentence, a filthy, dirty, ungrateful, disrespectful line. One that should never be uttered.

"Now listen here, missy, I know we only met yesterday and I'm not a church boy anymore, but what you just said was God damned blasphemous."

Nat raised an eyebrow at him and waited patiently for him to speak again. His words didn't seem to phase her, though. If anything, she seemed amused. Like she had purposely poked the tiger.

"Hailstorm has been and forever will be the most interesting person in my life. There's no way anyone's gonna compare to her."

"And your point is...?" Phoenix questioned as she continued looking at him expectantly. Bob opened his mouth again and, after taking a deep breath, he mumbled out the first and only thing that came to mind:

"She's perfect! Okay?"

Bob's cheeks began to colour slightly, unsure whether that confession had been too loud for others to overhear. But, he wasn't going to be deterred by that, not when he felt so confident with his answer. There were no take backsies. Not now, not ever. It may have been embarrassing at first, but it was also the truth.

Taking a sip of her beer, Nat chuckled, "Oh, you're a total goner, loverboy."

The duo looked across at the pool table to see Y/N and Mickey using the cues as lightsabers, play fighting and occasionally pretending to force choke each other. They looked like idiots, but that didn't stop Bob from chuckling to himself as he watched them laugh and joke around.

"Go join in, loverboy."

"No. I'm busy here with you."

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom and you certainly can't follow me there," Phoenix teased as she stood and headed off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Bob alone and staring at the pool table with a shy smile as he continued to watch the scene unfold before him.

Yet, Bob wasn't on his own for long. He caught Y/N's eye and seconds later she had handed her cue off to Hangman. Once she'd ordered two beers, she was making her way towards Bob's side. The way she swayed and strutted her way through the crowded room, it was quite obvious to everyone watching exactly who she was aiming for.

"Need a top up?" she asked him, sitting down opposite him, crossing her legs as she placed her feet on the seat of the chair.

"How'd you know?"

A coy smirk played across her lips as she leaned forward. "I'm a psychic. Don't tell anyone or the government would use me for testing," she joked as she pointed her index finger in mock threat. "I don't want to be the government's puppet."

"Hate to break it to you, but we already are."

"Shit. I've never thought about it like that before." She giggled, then turned serious once again. "Biden has fully got his wrinkly old man hand up my ass and keeps saying." She paused to do her best impression. "Uncle Joe wants you to fly that god darn plane until you die. Now go. Go Lieutenant L/N, go blaze a trail in the sky and don't look back."

Bob couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at how ridiculous her impression was. It sounded absolutely absurd, especially coming from Y/N's sweet, bubbly, angelic mouth.

"Was that a good Biden?"

"Awful. Just awful," Bob admitted, grinning widely. He was surprised at how easily Y/N found a way to lighten up his mood when he was already in a good one. Now he was so good, fantastic even, he couldn't keep a silly grin off his face.

"Yeah, well, I aim to please," Y/N stated cockily, leaning back in her chair and raising her beer bottle to him in a silent salute.

They continued to banter, laughing at whatever silly thing the other said as they watched the rest of the crew enjoy themselves. In fact, if Phoenix hadn't been observing them so intently, she might have missed them tucked away in the corner, completely wrapped up in each other's company.

After closely evaluating the pair for a while, Phoenix decided to give Bob a hint. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Phoenix: Ask to go for a walk on the beach with her.

Bob: No. Leave me alone.

Phoenix: Just do it, loser.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and downed his drink in record speed, ignoring Y/N's confused gaze. He needed that liquid confidence to say, "It's getting a little crowded in here, can we go outside? I desperately need some fresh air." It sounded lame even to his own ears, but hey, at least he forced the words out of his mouth. He hoped that it was enough.

And it was. Of course it was. Phoenix grinned, waggling her eyebrows playfully as the two passed her to the door.

"Still the same Robert, I see. You never were a fan of crowds."

Once outside, the pair made their way towards the beachfront. The moment they reached sand, Y/N bent down to take her shoes and socks off, and Bob was quick to follow her lead. After a few minutes of strolling along the shoreline with no real destination in mind, they settled down onto the soft sand.

"I can already feel my underwear filling with sand," Bob commented, stretching his arms over his head as he exhaled.

"Oh yeah? Boxers or briefs?"

"Thong actually," he joked, looking at her reaction in the corner of his eye and smirking in satisfaction as he saw her snort and roll her eyes. He was beyond content just being able to share this little moment with someone else without worry of making a bad first impression.

Every single pilot in there was new to Bob. All of them but Y/N. In his head, he had never been very good at making friends. Even before he joined the Navy he was pretty much always on his own. That had been his plan from the start, he wanted to be his own person, get out there and experience life on his own terms, but had completely forgotten that, yeah, total independence is a lonely life.

"How do you know Hangman?" he blurted out suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"I was stationed with him out in Texas for a while. We got along quite well despite, well, how he is. I think he's a nice guy."

"Huh. Weird, 'cause he seems like an asshole."

She laughed, a soft chuckle that made butterflies flutter around in his stomach. He loved to hear her laugh so much that he used to memorise awful jokes to tell her every morning as they walked to class together, hoping to catch her attention and earn yet another giggle from her beautiful lips.

"You don't know him half as well as I do, Rob. Trust me, he's a good guy, underneath all the bullshit." Her brows furrowed together. "But there is a lot of bullshit sometimes."

He nodded, acknowledging the point. Y/N looked over at him for a moment and smiled softly. "Unlike you, he's not very good at making friends," she confessed, shrugging her shoulders.

"What? I'm terrible at making friends."

Another quiet laugh left her throat and she shook her head lightly in disbelief. She looked away for a moment, staring past him towards the ocean. He followed her line of sight and was immediately struck with the beauty of the sunset above him as it painted orange colours across the sky in all its glory.

"Everyone who has ever met you has liked you, Booby. It's impossible not to like you."

For a moment neither of them spoke as Bob tried to think of something he'd done or said to deserve this beautiful woman's friendship. After a couple of moments, Y/N shifted her position to sit sideways in the sand with one knee folded over the other, facing the sun as she gazed up into the sky.

"I'm not sure that's true." Was all he could manage to whisper, keeping his focus locked on her facial features, trying his absolute best to study her every feature. There was something incredibly captivating about her. From the way she sat, her profile perfectly framed by the rays of sunlight, to how relaxed her posture appeared around him, she seemed to radiate such comfort that Bob felt compelled to reach out his arm and place it around her shoulder, pull her against his chest and just bask in her warmth, her smell.

Y/N's eyes glanced up and locked with his, catching him entirely off guard as he froze, unable to move in her gaze. His heart skipped a beat as she gave him a gentle smile. "Just because you don't try to be noticed doesn't mean that people don't notice you," she told him honestly. "And those who don't notice are missing out on something amazing. Believe me."

Bob blinked several times, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up from his neck and to his cheeks. If he was being honest, he was almost too embarrassed to accept the compliment, but the longer he stared at Y/N, the more it grew inside him like a growing flame that was slowly consuming him from within.

By the time he snapped out of his trance, Y/N had gotten to her feet and was now standing directly in front of him, holding out her hand towards him, beckoning him to get up. He gulped heavily as he let her tug him back to his feet, pulling him slightly closer than necessary and giving him a reassuring squeeze before letting go. He was taken aback by how small her hand was and warm it felt, how deliciously soft it was, and how perfect it fitted perfectly between his own hands.

Before he knew what he was doing, Bob stepped forward and captured her in a hug, pulling her close to his body. When she didn't hesitate in returning his embrace, he felt like he was on cloud nine; she was warm and comforting, just like he imagined she would be, and it took everything in his power to hold her there forever.

"Missed you," he whispered into her hair. "Missed this."

"I'll bet you did," she replied, hugging him tighter. "Missed you too."

They remained like that for a long time, soaking up each others' presences, both oblivious to the others more than platonic feelings they shared.

The only sounds surrounding them was the crashing sound of the waves crashing on the shore behind them, and the distant sounds of laughter spilling out of the bar and into the night air. But none of that mattered in the moment; nothing else existed outside of them as they stood there with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Bob felt Y/N's head fall against the crook of his neck and he tightened his grip on her a bit more.

Time passed and the pair got closer as the mission progressed. They eventually ended up sitting side by side in the Hard Deck every night, sharing jokes, drinking beers and having conversations about everything under the sun. Bob found himself constantly finding excuses to touch her or hold her hand, to be near her whenever possible. It was strange to him; he wasn't the type to initiate physical contact unless necessary, but Y/N seemed to find these gestures acceptable and was always happy to indulge him.

Soon, it became second nature to him to lean closer into her shoulder every time she chuckled when he said something amusing; to brush his fingers against her leg whenever he was bored during briefings, or wrap an arm around her shoulders when talking to their colleagues.

Then came the mission. Bob and Phoenix, obviously, were picked. Although she wasn't picked, Y/N was overjoyed for him nonetheless. But, she knew for a fact he was bricking it and wasn't surprised when she got a knock on her door.

She opened the door to find Bob standing nervously on the doorstep, looking as if he might pass out any minute. His eyes were filled with panic, his hands were shaking, and his face was flushed. It was a repeat of how he'd ended up at her door after the bird strike, only this time, she knew it would be harder to calm him down if she even could keep calm herself.

"Come in. Come in," Y/N told him gently, stepping aside as he hesitantly entered the bunk. She quickly closed the door behind him. "Halo is hanging with Fritz so you can let it all out, okay?"

Soothingly, she moved her arm to rest around his waist and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair to help relax him. He let out a loud, shaky sigh as he leaned into her, resting his forehead against her shoulder and closing his eyes to take a few deep breaths.

"Let's get comfy, huh? Would that help?" She asked him quietly, stroking his back and squeezing in hopes of calming him down a little more. A nod was all she received in response.

So, she sat down against her headboard and patted the space in front of her for him to slide into, and he did as she asked. Her chin rested comfortably on his shoulder as she watched him carefully.

"I don't want to die, Y/N."

The words barely left his mouth before she was clutching at him tightly, tears forming in her eyes as she desperately tried to keep herself together for his sake. Every single fibre in her wanted to say "You're not going to die, Booby," but that wasn't something she could say in good conscience.

Because he could die. There was a high possibility that some people wouldn't make it back from this mission. And as much as it killed her inside, Bob was one of those people. She chose to remain silent for a moment, burying her nose into his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the fact that there was a possibility that she'd soon lose him for good.

After a few long minutes, he turned in her arms to wrap his arms around her torso, pressing his cheek against hers as she rubbed circles onto his back, trying desperately to give him whatever semblance of comfort she could while she still had him in her arms.

When he pulled back to look at her again, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, which were mirrored by hers. As soon as he noticed the moisture in the corners of her eye, he rushed to brush them away.

"Sorry! Sorry, shortstack. Didn't mean to make you cry. Never meant that," he anxiously stammered, his lips forming a tight frown as he wiped away another tear that had escaped her eye with the pad of his thumb. Y/N let out a chuckle through a sniffle as she tried to hide her tears and was rather unsuccessful about the whole thing.

He smiled sadly and reached out with his hand, brushing the stray piece of hair from her face to get a better look at her, desperately committing every single part of it to his memory just in case he did die and the last way he'd ever be able to see her was in his imagination.

"I'm sorry I made you sad."

Y/N swallowed thickly, blinking a few more times as she tried to control her emotions and regain some composure. "Stop apologising already," she managed to get out with a faint smile, her voice still quivering a bit. "If anything I should be saying sorry to you. You're the one being all brave and shit, and here I am, blubbering like a little baby."

"At least you're a cute blubbering baby," he teased, his face lighting up for the briefest of moments when he saw a tiny grin appear on her face. After a moment, however, he frowned again as he noticed the look in her eye change back to the sadness that had been there before.

"I just got you back, you know? God, I miss you when you're not around... And - and now…" She trailed off before letting out a sigh as she shook her head lightly and looked away from him. "Life without you would suck. All these years and I've always known you were just a phone call away, and... I don't know if there is a point of having a phone if I can't call you."

And that's when he lost it. All of the pent up stress and anxiety that he hadn't been able to express to anyone since he started this mission finally began to spill out of his system and the waterworks started for him too. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stop the tears that were flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks without restraint anymore.

Seeing him crying was one of the most heartbreaking things she had ever seen, especially considering how strong a person Bob actually is. His face was redder than the tomatoes his parents grew back home; he kept wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, and his breath was coming in heavy pants as he continued sobbing into his hands.

"Oh baby," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck as his face buried itself in her neck. She ran her fingers along his scalp as she held him closer to her, hoping to convey all her love, care, and encouragement through physical contact alone. "It's alright, baby… Let it all out…"

If he'd been in a healthy state, he would've gotten a real kick over her calling him 'baby'. But, given the circumstances, he didn't pick up on it at that moment.

Instead, he just cried even harder, clinging to her as if his life depended on it; his tears soaking her t-shirt as he clutched onto her. And when he thought he could no longer cry as he'd used up all the liquid in his body, he let out a whimper as he broke down in her arms.

The only thing that would make him feel some form of hope was to come clean.

"I'm going to say something to you and I would really like it if you said it back. It doesn't have to be true. Promise to lie to me if it's not true. I need to hear you say it at least once in my life," he pleaded, his voice trembling with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Okay… Okay, I promise."

Slowly, Y/N nodded and pulled away enough to give him a small smile. She lifted her hand up towards his jaw, holding it there tenderly as she looked into his red eyes. Taking a deep breath, he blinked at her for a couple of seconds before taking her hand and placing it over his heart.

"It was love at first sight when I saw you - both of us were completely lost while trying to find our first class; you saw me freaking out and simply said, 'Hey, want to conjoin our brain power and look together?' And I was hooked... Still am," Bob admitted with a wide grin stretching across his features, bringing a genuine smile to Y/N's own face.

"And if I do..." He paused. "I would like to go knowing I've told you... told you that I, uh, that I love you."

As he finished his sentence, she was leaning in to kiss him softly yet intensely, her thumb caressing his cheekbone as their lips moved against each other. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her as he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like hours - neither one willing to break off until they needed air.

Finally, reluctantly, Y/N pulled back and pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mingling together as she replied, "I love you too."

Their faces were only inches apart, and it didn't take her too long to notice the slight flustered flush that covered his pale skin. With a soft laugh, she gently nudged his nose with her own, her grin growing wider. He returned the gesture in an equally affectionate manner by peppering kisses all over her cheeks, nose, and forehead until she couldn't possibly be sad anymore.

"Would you like to stay with me tonight?" She asked, reaching forward to run a hand through his (at this point) messy hair, smiling at the content sigh escaping his throat in response. "That okay?"

Bob nodded, pulling himself back onto the pillow so he was lying down on his side, facing her, his arm thrown behind his head while his free hand lazily played with her fingers. "I'll warn you, doll, my alarm is going to go off at an ungodly time," he murmured under his breath as he yawned, snuggling further into the covers.

Halo returned to her room to see Hailstorm and Bob squished together tight, both asleep and still clutching desperately to each other for dear life. It was sweet... until the early hours of the morning when Bob's phone alarm went off and woke them up.

There was a collective groan as Bob shot up straight in bed, his hand flying to hit the dismiss button. Y/N followed his lead, letting out a soft whimper as she stretched out in the bed. Halo, on the other hand, turned in her bed and tried her best to go back to sleep.

"Why'd you set it so early?" Hailstorm whispered, rubbing at the corner of her eye before rolling over to poke her nose into the side of Bob's cheek in a loving manner, smiling when he let out a happy purr at her touch.

"Gives me plenty of time to prepare. Although, I do tend to use all of it up because I'm freaking out so much."

"Are you freaking out now?"

"Not yet."

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They carried on talking in hushed tones throughout the morning. Both tried to keep the topics light as they lay nose to nose under the covers, but it took all of Y/N's efforts not to start crying again when it was finally time for him to get ready.

With one final peck on the lips from Hailstorm, Bob left for the mission with a longing, "I love you", whispering those three words to her over and over as he hugged her. And she repeated it back to him, then smiled sadly at the back of his head as he turned, tears threatening to escape her eyes once more as she watched his retreating figure walk out from sight.

Once he was in the air, Bob knew for a fact he had to push everything out of his mind. If he wanted to come home alive, he had to pretend that everything was fine. So...he pretended everything was fine. The mission was a cake walk, who gives a shit what Maverick said. Piece of piss. A really high and dangerous stream of piss.

Oh fuck, look at how many missiles there are.

There are tons of them. They can probably kill everyone in this whole fucking place, including you, Robert. Why did I agree to this? The question echoed inside his head, but Bob refused to answer it even. No, he refused to even acknowledge it.

Instead, he pushed it aside and tried his hardest to focus solely on his mission. And would you believe it, the whole thing was a success. Maybe there had been a few misteps along the way, but, woah, everyone made it back in one piece.

A huge sigh of relief was released from everyone once they knew that Rooster and Maverick were fine and safely flying back. After that brief moment of tension and anxiety, the entire base became buzzing with joy and excitement as the team celebrated, laughing and celebrating and doing weird little dances because, holy shit, they did it.

The crowd of pilots had managed to swarm the lucky few so Y/N stood at the edges with a proud smile on her face, watching all of them cheer like fools in front of her. Their faces were bright red from the excitement and their smiles stretched wider than a smile should have been able to stretch, and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly as caught eye contact with Bob. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he started waving excitedly, motioning for her to weave through the crowd to join him.

As soon as she got within reach, his arms immediately circled her torso in a hug and held onto her tightly as they swayed side to side in their embrace. She giggled as he squeezed her waist in his grasp; feeling like she was being squeezed like his lifeline, which honestly, she was.

But since he was no longer a dead man walking, would she still want him? His brain was not his best friend at times and had managed to conjure the idea that their heartfelt confessions to one another the previous night was the result of one nice, kind woman giving her best friend a final good memory before he flew into the sun.

He told her to lie if she needed to. Had she needed to?

So, all he did for now was place a gentle kiss on her forehead and kept an arm around her torso as they indulged in the revelry surrounding them. He could feel her warm gaze on his face as he watched her from the corner of his eye; she kept a smile plastered over her face the entire time, and he could almost swear that her cheeks were flushed pink from happiness.

"Hard Deck?" Hangman exclaimed, his arm around Rooster in a similar way to Bob and Hailstorm.

"Hard Deck!" Rooster replied with enthusiasm and the gaggle of pilots were desperate in their need to get to Penny's bar.

From the moment they arrived, the members of Top Gun were throwing themselves down on the stools in front of the counter and getting right down to business, chatting about how crazy the mission had been and what the hell had been happening during it. They talked animatedly, and it was clear, fuck, were they happy to still be standing.

In between all of the conversation, Bob found a chance to slip away unnoticed, creeping outside the door and making his way towards the beach where he found a quiet spot on one of the large boulders nearby, gazing down into the ocean below him.

A cool breeze rustled through his hair, tickling his ear as his gaze remained locked on the water below him. This was nice. Relaxing. Peaceful and calm. Perfect to spend some quality alone time with his thoughts. His thoughts drifted to Y/N as they always did whenever he was alone, his thoughts drifting to their conversation from last night. He wasn't sure whether he believed her words. He wanted to, he really wanted to believe her.

Almost as if she'd been summoned, Y/N sat beside him and placed a beer in his hand. He'd barely been gone for two minutes before she realised he had left without his jacket. There was two options: bathroom or beach, and she could only follow him to one of those.

"Technically, this is illegal since, you know, glass container in a public space, but I'll take the fall if we get caught," she stated with a wink before taking a sip of her own drink.

Bob grinned despite himself, raising an eyebrow at her before grabbing his beer and bringing it to his lips. It didn't take him long to drain half of the bottle in one go, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips afterwards.

"Spit it out. What are you avoiding out here?" Y/N asked softly. Damn, she knew him far too well.

He hesitated. Should he? Did it matter?

"...You," he mumbled without looking at her.

"Me?"

Y/N hummed in thought as she pulled her knees up against her chest as she gazed upon the waves splashing against the shoreline. She stayed silent for what felt like ages, staring ahead at nothing in particular, mulling over every single detail she could think of to make him feel better, to make him realise what he truly meant to her.

"I don't understand, Rob," she eventually admitted to him, causing him to turn his head slightly in her direction to see her profile. He looked at her with his mouth agape as he searched her eyes for any hint of doubt or hesitation in them, but all he saw was understanding and sympathy. "Help me understand why you're avoiding me."

The wizzo stared down at the ground silently, chewing his lip nervously, before swallowing thickly and lifting his gaze to hers again. With a heavy sigh, Bob opened his mouth to speak.

"I don't want you to feel bad about yesterday. I understand if you only acted that way because of the wish of a possible dying man and I... I don't mind if you take it back."

"Take what back, baby?" she cooed, her voice soft but confused as she dropped her drink down to cradle his cheeks in her hands and tilt his chin up so that he was looking directly at her. Her thumb stroked over his jaw gently and he closed his eyes, relishing the sensation.

Then she remembered what he'd said when he professed - "Promise to lie to me if it's not true" - and it made sense. That mixed with the badly hidden heartbreak on his face caused her stomach to twist with regret at not being more clear.

So, to make it clear, she softly kissed from the outermost point of his cheekbone and, bit by bit, inched her way to his lips, each kiss slower and sweeter than the previous. When she reached his bottom lip, he opened his eyes and let his gaze travel over her face; searching for any signs of dishonesty or disgust or anything that would suggest he was not worthy enough for her affection. But she showed nothing except genuine adoration and sincerity.

There was a slight blush dusting her cheeks as she continued to plant kisses all across his lips; one after another until his breathing hitched as he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her closer and deeper into his embrace. Once her lips made contact with his, he melted into it with utter ease, completely falling under her spell and allowing her to pull him close and make him forget about everything else.

His lips moved slowly, teasingly, savouring the taste of her; loving how soft and sweet and warm it was against his own. He never wanted to stop kissing her ever again. He wished he would stay like that forever, kissing her senseless; forgetting everything else in the world.

And, he could tell by the feel of her hands caressing the sides of his face and the sound of her deep breath, she was enjoying it too, especially when he pushed her back into the sand and pinned her beneath him. She let out a little squeal in surprise, but quickly recovered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his face down so she could return his passionate kisses, running her fingers through his hair to deepen the kiss further.

They fell into a rhythm as they continued the passionate embrace; pressing their bodies firmly together and letting the feelings flow naturally throughout their body. Neither of them was thinking about anything but each other. There was nothing left in the world besides them; just the feeling of being completely lost to the sensations.

Until... "I definitely have an entire sandpit in my underwear," he joked breathlessly once their kiss broke apart for a brief second and Y/N laughed loudly at his comment.

"At least you're wearing underwear," she replied coyly, winking playfully at him.

"You're, uh, you're not wearing underwear?" His blush had reached his ears and his eyes widened as his gaze travelled over her body, only to linger on the button of her trousers. She smirked at the sight of him flustered.

"Why don't you check?" she murmured seductively, watching as his tongue poked out between his lips to wet his suddenly dry lips as his gaze met hers again before darting down to her button again.

She was surprised when his hand languidly trailed down her body until it reached the waistline of her trousers and he undid the button with his gaze firmly on hers; not breaking it as his fingers found out that she had been telling the truth. "We're on a public beach and I've got Robbie Floyd's hand down my pants," she said in disbelief, biting her lower lip at the feeling of his hands moving lower and lower.

That look expression morphed into something else entirely as is middle finger brushed against her clit as he lowered his head to kiss at her neck, making her whimper quietly in response. "Fuck, that was a pretty noise," he praised in a husky tone, sending tingles shooting down her spine as his mouth continued to work his way down her neck and collarbones, leaving small marks on her skin in the process.

Stopping their embrace before it had got too spicy, a rather loud patron of the Hard Deck chose that precise moment to violently begin spewing. Yeah, there's nothing like a vomiting idiot that deflates any kind of sexual tension. The two of them burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves at the sudden change in mood.

"Do you think that's cause he saw us almost commit an act or indecent exposure or because of the booze?" Bob chuckled.

"I like to think it's a mix of both."

Bob got to his feet and held out his hand for her to grab onto, allowing her to haul herself up and stand beside him. They exchanged a short smile before Bob re-buttoned her trousers and urged, "Let's go back inside, okay?"

With a check if the drunk man had successfully called an ride or not - apparently his mother was going to pick him up, which was nice of her - the pair went back inside. Their colleagues were still in the throws of relief. Rooster was sat at the piano after singing a little ditty and had yet to move from his spot.

Hangman immediately noticed his friend Hailstorm's re-emergence and came up to her with a slurred, "Hey, slut!" He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave them some gentle shakes. "You seen baby on board? Phoenix was looking for him."

Y/N grabbed Bob's hand and tugged him closer to show off to Jake, who just sloppily nodded in return. Clearly, somebody had bordered on the tipsy side of life.

"Woah, who gave you that?" Jake asked as he pointed to a red mark on Y/N's neck, causing Rooster to snicker and hiccup.

Once again, Y/N gestured towards Bob and Jake's eyes flickered to look at him curiously. "Bobby-boy! You dog!" He shouted and slapped Bob hard across the back. Bob didn't even flinch. He simply sighed and stuffed his hand into Hailstorm's back pocket.

Jake eventually left the pair and sat down beside Bradley at the piano, slinging one arm around the other pilot's shoulders and the other playing random keys as he spoke to his friend.

Phoenix who was about to begin her arm wrestle with Fritz, saw the moment Bob gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek and winked at him. It was almost if she was mentally telling him, 'Knew you could do it, loverboy.'

Throughout the next hour, Bob was glued to Y/N. He followed wherever she went and attached himself to every inch of her body. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't get enough of her. There wasn't a moment when he didn't have his hands on her; caressing her thighs, resting his forehead against hers, cupping her cheek, or simply holding her close to him. It felt so natural. Like they belonged together like this.

Finally, when the conversation with Fanboy had ended - he'd been lecturing them all about which Batman he thought was the best (George Clooney, purely because of the bat nips) - Bob tugged at Y/N's waist so her back was flush against his chest and, thanks to the beers, he had no qualms about kissing her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he pleased really.

"Robbie..." she breathed out lowly and shifted her hips involuntarily, rubbing against him suggestively as she did so. She could feel him tense underneath her.

"Doll, you better stop rubbing against me like that before you send me into cardiac arrest," he playfully whispered, lifting his head and gazing into her eyes. Her gaze looked back at him with lustful eyes; clearly showing how much she wanted him too. He could literally hear the cogs turning in her brain: she was trying to figure out exactly what she could do to drive him wild.

And he loved every minute of it.

So, she turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him a quick peck before whispering back, "There's a hotel down the road and I think we will be needing some privacy tonight." She then ran her fingertips down his chest to his navel. "If you're up for it, of course," she added with a smirk.

His heart rate skyrocketed as his cock twitched at her teasing touch, begging to be released. "Definitely, doll," he agreed as he leaned forward and lightly bit down on her bottom lip before disconnecting from her for the first time in so long to pay off their tabs and collect their things.

As soon as they got back outside, Y/N was being pushed against what they thought was a wall by a very enthusiastic and impatient Robert Floyd pressing their bodies closely together as he attacked her lips with kisses so intense she barely managed to breathe as she tried to hold herself together and not to fall apart at the seams.

But, the moment he pulled away to catch his breath, she couldn't control her reaction at the sight of him - puffy lips swollen from kisses, his pupils dilated to the point where they seemed to be shining with desire, his hair mussed up and slightly sticking in every direction as he rested his hand on her waist, gripping tightly at her body - that she found herself pulling him back in to capture his lips in another fiery kiss that made everything disappear.

Nothing existed but their lips pressed against one another; neither party wanting to let go of the other.

It was almost like fireworks were exploding in the background. Everything around them ceased to exist except for the two people locked in this heated embrace and their hearts beating furiously in sync.

Except for the fact that they'd decided to have their embrace right on the window, so all of their colleagues could see the display and all cheered them on. The sound of Rooster tapping on the window snapped Bob out of the trance and he reluctantly pulled away from Y/N who had her hands buried deep in his hair.

"Get a room, losers!" Rooster yelled out jovially, earning more cheers. The pair flushed bright red. Bob groaned in embarrassment and quickly hurried away while Y/N playfully bowed at her audience with a flirtatious wink that earned another round of whistling and laughter.

They hadn't even made it half way down the street before Bob stopped for a moment and tugged Y/N back in for another kiss. "Baby, we'll never make it to the hotel if you keep this up," she teased, giggling into the kiss as her hands continued to roam freely over his chest, enjoying the sensation of having his hard muscles beneath her hands.

"Then stop distracting me, doll," he replied, nipping lightly at her lips to make them part for him as his hands began wandering under her shirt to run his warm hands up her bare sides. She shuddered at his contact and felt his erection grow as he pressed it harder against her stomach. She let out a low moan as his thumb traced along the back of her trousers.

Eventually, they did make it to the hotel and booked a room for the night. The second Y/N closed the door behind her, she was being lifted up and set atop the bed, Bob hovering over her with an intense gaze as he undid the buttons on her shirt. She could practically feel his excitement rising with each button he popped open.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he murmured, admiring her curves. "Your face, your breasts...your whole fucking body," he added, reaching out to trail his fingers down her jaw to rest on her chin. "I love all of you." His voice dropped lower, becoming more seductive. "So much, I don't know what to do with myself, baby."

And before she knew it, he was unclasping her bra and letting his large hands grope at her chest. He trailed his mouth down her throat, stopping momentarily to place hot openmouthed kisses on her boob. His lips moved lower to take her nipple into his mouth and suck at it softly.

He lifted his mouth up to meet her eye again, staring lovingly at her through narrowed lids and a smile tugging at his lips, "Can you believe this is real?" She chuckled as his thumbs began to brush against her breasts, massaging them gently. "I am actually doing this," he told her, sounding shocked. "You're real... You're not one of my horny midnight fantasies."

Then he leaned back in to kiss her again as if to prove his point. And he did just that, making sure to savour every little taste of her that came his way, taking in as much as he possibly could with every single move of her tongue stroking his.

"Robbie, take your clothes off."

That was all she needed to say; he took his shirt and jeans off without hesitation and threw them onto the floor, leaving him in only his boxer briefs as he crawled back on top of her, settling between her legs and running his hands up and down her thighs.

"Those action man push ups are certainly paying off, Booby," she flirted and squeezed his bicep. His eyes widened in shock as she slid her fingernails down his arm and began to slowly trace the outlines of his abs.

A small growl escaped Bob's lips when he felt the heat radiating off her skin; his entire body throbbing at the feeling of her fingers moving over his body; stroking him, rubbing him, kneading him. And yet all he could focus on was how desperate he was to release himself from the confines of his underwear.

She could tell by the look of pure want in his eyes and how hard his dick was throbbing against the crotch of his boxers that he was in need of assistance. And, assistance she was willing to give. Taking advantage of his distraction, she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her slender fingers around his rigid length, giving it a light squeeze as she did so, grinning triumphantly when she felt him bucking into her hand instantly.

"Yes, yes, yes... Fuck, baby... I need..."

But she didn't give him any chance to finish his sentence, quickly bringing his tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, taking him further down and sucking him greedily. After the initial shock of it all passed, he wrapped her hair over his fist and let himself be taken captive by her mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the sensations flooding through his body. Her mouth was hot and wet as she worked him relentlessly with her lips, her tongue, her hand.

It only served to spur him on to say every single thought in his head.

"You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Not that you're ugly without it...just that - you're perfect, okay? Your mouth, your tongue, your tits, your ass, your legs...everything. You're the absolute fucking sexiest person I've ever seen in my life. I'm so lucky I get to be with you. So fucking lucky," he rambled breathlessly as he gripped her hair tighter and moaned out her name as she took him deeper into her mouth, making sure he knew he was completely hers.

And, she definitely wasn't about to let him forget her love for him any time soon.

"Oh yeah... Fuck! That feels so good," he grunted, digging his fingers deeper into the curls on the back of her head until her scalp started tingling. "Fucking god, you drive me wild, Y/N. I want - need - to fuck you, babe. God. I wanna make love to you. I want to fuck you so badly... I can't wait to show you off to everyone...to everyone."

His words became incoherent as he continued to grunt and pant heavily while thrusting his hips against her mouth faster and harder; trying desperately to come undone in her mouth. He could barely contain himself as Y/N was squeezing his balls and sucking him harder, the friction driving him mad. As soon as he reached the pinnacle, he erupted into waves of pleasure and released inside her mouth.

He whimpered quietly before finally falling backwards on the bed beside her, breathing heavily, his arms draped over his forehead as his brain still tried to comprehend the fact that the girl he'd been in love with for the last eight years had really just swallowed his cum and sucked him off, without the slightest trace of disgust or revulsion.

"Fuck, shortstack, " he muttered weakly and glanced sideways at her, watching as she comfortingly ran her hand up and down his arm. He smiled, shaking his head in disbelief, before crawling closer to kiss her tenderly on her lips.

"Feel good, Booby?" she asked teasingly. His smile grew wider but he shook his head, his blue eyes gleaming in amusement as he gazed into hers, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"Never better, baby." And then he kissed her again to mumble against her lips, "Let me repay you, doll."

"I'm not going to decline an offer like that."

Every single kiss that he peppered down her body seemed to ignite an even hotter fire within her heart. She couldn't stop herself from smiling uncontrollably as his lips found their way to her navel once more, kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he could find.

"Better get these pesky trousers off. Won't be needing those anymore," he whispered against her skin. His hands roamed across her body once he tossed her remaining clothes aside. "So beautiful, baby," he murmured as his eyes met hers, "And so very, very wet for me."

Slowly, he trailed his hands over her legs, tracing slow circles with his thumbs on her inner thigh. "Mmm...so soft, baby," he praised as he placed kisses down her inner thighs, pausing every now and again to look into her eyes before continuing. "I love looking at your pretty little cunt. My sweet, lovely girl."

"So vulgar, Robbie," she teased softly, enjoying the attention her body was getting right now. Her body ached for him. Needed him.

"Yeah...yeah. You like it, don't you?"

"You bet I do."

His eyes glittered with hunger at hearing her response. "Good, baby," he breathed, trailing his thumb over her swollen clit. "I knew you would."

Like a man starved, Bob's tongue darted out and traced along the length of her sensitive folds, licking and sucking at her clit with his tongue until she squirmed beneath him. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, arching her back as his tongue made slow circular motions on her sensitive area.

Her hips began to rock involuntarily against his tongue, urging him to continue his worshipful assault on her pussy. "Never imagined you'd taste this good. Of course I knew you'd taste good, but this is...this is..." he trailed off, unable to find the correct words to describe it so he got back to it, not before mumbling, "Damn, it's almost too good to eat."

Laughter bubbled past her lips at his comment, causing him to glance up at her again, his eyes shining mischievously as he dipped his tongue into her entrance. Any reply she had planned to say was replaced by the overwhelming need to moan louder and louder the more he took her with his mouth. She gripped onto his shoulders, feeling her fingers dig into his muscles as she moved her hips in earnest, begging for more of what he kept offering. The sensation of his tongue and his mouth on her made her crazy and he knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, to taste and how to bring her pleasure.

"Gorgeous...so freaking gorgeous..." he groaned. His voice deepened and sent shivers down her spine as she felt the vibrations travelling down her belly. "God… I'll never get enough of this…" he added, lifting one of her legs up higher and placing it over his shoulder so he could get his face buried between her legs.

All her senses were on overload when he pushed two fingers inside of her, stroking her walls lightly as he licked and suckled her clit, his tongue dancing over it until it became impossible to even think. All she could feel was him: his tongue, his lips, the way his fingers felt inside her and how much she needed him.

"You smell so damn delicious...you're so wet...you're so too good. Too good," he panted, gazing lovingly into her eyes. "Don't fight it, baby. Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy everything. Let me take you there..."

The moment those words fell from his lips, she suddenly found herself letting go, releasing her pent up passion with such strength that she could hardly breathe; her body pulsating vigorously underneath his tongue and fingertips, each stroke eliciting a loud cry of ecstasy and satisfaction from deep within her throat as the waves of pleasure rolled through her.

At the sight of Bob staring at her in wonder as he watched her climax sent a rush of pure bliss surging through her veins, her entire body quaking violently as she came undone for him, her orgasm leaving her gasping for air, her eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming from them as she gasped desperately for air.

"Baby," Bob whispered in awe, his hands gripping tightly to the back of her thighs as he lowered her leg so it lay gently across his lap, his head leaning forward to press his nose against her stomach, inhaling deeply at the intoxicating scent of her, his lips grazing over her abdomen lightly. "I love you... I love you so goddamn much..."

She felt his warm breath hitting her stomach as she laid back against the pillows, trying to recover from the intense release of her orgasms, the sheer force of the sensations sending waves of euphoria coursing through her body and making her pulse quicken as she felt the warmth radiating from his body. She looked down at him, smiling affectionately as he continued to hold her tightly against him.

"Love you more," she whispered, reaching a tentative hand to caress his cheek, brushing a stray strand of his blond hair away from his face. He chuckled and kissed her palm, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leaned against her hand, savouring her touch.

It felt so unreal that all of a sudden they were together after all these years; that he finally got a chance to love her properly, to tell her that he loved her; that he wanted nothing more than to spend all eternity with her; to share their forever with her and no one else. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was absolutely ecstatic, and his smile, as bright as she remembered, lit up his whole face. Even his smile lines seemed to have grown deeper as if it was made especially for her.

"You're so handsome," she said as she traced lazy circles his cheeks, causing him to open his eyes again and smile shyly at her, biting the side of his lip as if trying to keep a grin from spreading across his face too wide. She giggled softly before cupping his face and pulling his lips towards hers. They were both grinning widely, laughing giddily when they parted.

They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, smiling so brightly their faces hurt as they tried to contain their excitement. It was all too surreal and yet they were experiencing all of it; they truly were together in this bed, together in love and completely safe and sound; in their own world, surrounded only by their love.

Tenderly, she pressed the tips of her fingers to his jawline and pulled herself upward so she could place small kisses all over his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his forehead again, then repeated that process until she reached his lips and pressed hers eagerly upon them, kissing him hungrily and deeply. His arms tightened around her and he brought her even closer, deepening their embrace.

Now he had her, he didn't seem capable of being away from her for any longer than necessary; he seemed to be addicted to her touch, to holding her close, kissing her, touching her. And God knows she certainly felt the same way about him.

He held her firmly against him, pressing hot and heavy kisses on her neck as she ran her hands across his back, her nails scratching the soft skin of his back as she relished in his warmth, in his kisses, in his closeness. Every part of her was burning with desire for him again and, judging by how he was poking into her, Bob was in the same boat.

The sensation caused her to moan into his ear and he grinned against her neck, nuzzling her skin as his teeth scraped roughly over her tender skin. "Rob," she moaned, arching her back slightly while resting her palms flat against his broad chest, "Stop teasing, please. Need you."

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly and nipped at her neck again. "But you are so delicious, I can't help myself."

Since she knew he would take his time if given the chance, she wrapped her leg around him and pushed his hips with the heel of her foot to rut against her. Bob let out a growl of approval and got the memo to begin shifting his position just so he could ease his cock inside of her.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered against her ear, pulling back to stare intensely down at her. "You're so tight around my cock...you feel so damn good...I could stay here forever."

A low groan rumbled out of him and she bit her lip as he bottomed out slowly and deep inside her, her hands gripping his shoulders as her head dropped back into the pillows. "Good girl," he praised, taking a breath so he didn't cut the embrace short. "You're so tight, I could make myself come just by thinking about it...that sweet pussy...all mine."

His cock throbbed inside of her as he spoke, and the heat emanating from him made her tremble. Her eyes widened at the thought of making him come so soon, so easily. "You can start moving if you're ready," she told him softly. He smirked, his gaze locking on to hers as she stared at him challengingly, willing him to move. "Don't take it easy on me."

The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he nodded, his hands immediately finding her hips once more and thrusting harder inside of her, driving his fingers deep into her slick folds. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders tighter as she began moaning loudly, her body shuddering uncontrollably under his touch, his name falling off her lips with every thrust.

"Oh, look at you, baby," he mused quietly as she began to rock against him, her breasts bouncing up and down against his with every movement he made. "So fucking beautiful and sexy, so perfect for me to fuck...so fucking perfect..."

Bob kept his pace steady, moving faster and harder, slamming into her with more force every thrust, her cries echoing throughout the room; the sounds becoming muffled by her lips against his. She was clinging to him as though her life depended on it whilst he drove into her, his fingers tightening around her hips thar she'd definitely have bruises in the morning, although right now, she could hardly care less.

"Knew you'd take cock so well, Y/N," he breathed hotly against her mouth, his thumb caressing her inner thigh as he pushed it further into the matress. She arched her back, her breathing becoming more rapid as he continued moving inside of her. "Knew you'd take it like a good girl."

"Yes...like a good girl," she murmured breathlessly, lifting her chin so that she was looking at him. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous with his blond hair sticking wildly everywhere, his blue eyes glistening with an intense passion as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her; his muscular build gleaming in the dim lighting; his skin flushed and covered with sweat.

She was panting heavily, feeling incredibly dizzy from being so turned on and from feeling him inside of her; everything just felt so incredible and amazing and it left her completely weak in the knees and unable to control her body as she threw her head back against the sheets, her mouth opened wide in utter delight and ecstasy as he pounded into her relentlessly. She couldn't think straight and there was absolutely no need to.

All of her thoughts were consumed by the man who was holding her against him, whose strong arms kept her safe and secure as he fucked her mercilessly, whose lips devoured hers with a fiery passion that seemed impossible for someone so gentle, loving and patient.

"Fuck, shortstack....I'm not going to be able to hold out for much longer."

So, she shot her hand between them to play with her clit, her body jerking violently as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting a spot that caused her climax to flood through her veins and her walls to clench tightly around him. She cried out as she came hard, tears streaming down her cheeks as he grunted deeply and thrust into her as far as he could with every last ounce of his willpower; he buried his head in the crook of her neck and held onto her tightly as he spilled his seed inside her.

As he began to pull himself out of her, he laid his forehead against hers, catching his breath while stroking her hair lovingly, as she stared into his oceanic eyes, her hands still clutching on to his shoulders possessively. He kissed her softly before pulling back slightly.

"Well, we should've done thar sooner."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh; her heart filled with such joy, such pure happiness, seeing him smile down at her the way he did. She smiled back, cupping his cheek affectionately, and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Her eyes shone brighter than ever before and she knew she'd never seen anything so radiant in all her days of existence.

The next morning, the crew was less than surprised when the pair were late to the gym and covered in bright purple bruises that they couldn't cover up even if they tried.

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted Prompt: A wish for Solitude

This is the special-text version of this prompt.

The accessible version can be found here.

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Hi Rjalker, I’m kinda back! So after who knows how long since I wrote my prompt about Serrah, and the show’s ending of the fifth season being a dumpster fire like always (actually, even worse than usual, I seriously miss the finales like the ones of the first and second seasons), I decided to write this because… something. I myself aren’t sure, but I guess I will just write something different than cosmic entities trying to fix the universe (or doom it because their existence requires the universe’s own oblivion) because I’m not planning to rewrite the entire plot of this idiotic show.

I will be honest and say that this is a completely new territory for me, so if you spot mistakes and see something that needs to be changed, please do so.

So, have fun?

Occurs after Strikeback (season 4 finale).

My try at an Akumanette prompt.

Pronouns: lon/lones/lones/loneself (same as she/her/hers/herself)

TW: mention of sexual harassment, and a character experiencing touch revulsion —–

—–

It was so hard.

It was so hard for her.

Marinette thought as time kept moving too fast, yet it felt like everything was crawling to a halt.

Everything was becoming too hard, too difficult, too unbearable.

It was so painful, dealing with it. Being Marinette. Being Ladybug. Being the Guardian.

“Marinette, how did you forget to go to our planned party?”

Because Ladybug’s job is too important than Marinette.

“Marinette, is there something bothering you? I heard you’ve been skipping classes.”

Forgive me mama, papa, I can’t schedule for when an Akuma strikes. That’s the sacrifice I must make.

“Marinette, cheer up! We will defeat Hawkmoth in the end!”

Yes, Tikki, in the end. And what about my life?

“Marinette, I know that Chloe is a bit too much but…”

I know, Ms. Bustier, I must forgive her, for I am Marinette and I am nice, forgiving, no matter how many times I and others get hurt by her.

“Meowch Bugaboo! You know that you always have me!”

Leave me alone. Don’t call me by that. Don’t come closer to me. Don’t flirt with me. Don’t touch me. Don’t try to kiss me. Leave. Me. Alone!

“You still are in denial about Adrien, Marinette?”

I didn’t want this, Alya. Your question isn’t funny. I don’t love this. I don’t want these feelings. I hate them. I despise them. They were why I lost the other kwamies. Love only hurt me.

“You must be responsible, Marinette!”

It’s difficult to be responsible. It hurts to be responsible. I don’t like this. It’s so painful. So suffocating. So tiring. So dark. So cruel. I don’t want more even if I have to take more. I want to be alone. I want to be left alone. Alone. Only alone. No one to nag on me about something. No one to have me deal with their problems. No one to guilt trip me and shame me for not doing what they want.

I want to be alone, with only myself being the only company I need.

“Hello, Solitude. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to be alone, free from responsibility, at the price of giving me the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses.”

It was so wrong to accept. She knew it. It would be admitting defeat, admitting that evil had won in a way. But why bother? She was so tired. So exhausted of fighting, fighting when everything she tried to do backfired on her.

What’s the worst to happen if the accepted? Surely, Alya and that harasser Chat Noir can deal with it. They seemed to never run into real problems or face truly permanant consequences.

Oh how jealous she was.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

And Marinette ceased to be.—-When lon opened lones eyes, Solitude felt it, the desire burning from lones being.

“I want to be alone. I don’t want anyone else with me.”

That was it. Simple, yet clear. To be alone on lones own. Lon only wanted to be alone with loneself. No one to bother lones with anything.

No responsibility, no demands, nothing but simple, and sweet solitude.

Yet it just wasn’t so easy.

“What is this?” lones expression looked repulsed.

Something was wrong, something was feeling off.

Solitude’s body felt something uncomfortable, disgusting, hateful.

Something that just felt like something was touching lones body. Something that just refused to leave lones alone.

What is this? Lones body feels heavy. Breathing and moving feels difficult.

Nothing was touching Solitude, yet the feeling only grew stronger, the repulsion and hate for this thing that was seemingly crawling all over lones, seemingly invading lones blood and skin only continued.

Solitude hated this. It felt so wrong, so awful, so utterly-

“Marinette!”

A voice screamed as lon saw… a girl closing towards lones. Rose? That was her name, right?

Immediately, lon jumped away, as if burned by her presence, almost screaming and attacking her and the others that came alongside her.

How dare they come so close? How dare they call lones Marinette? How dare they try to touch lones?

“Leave me alone!”

Solitude ignored their pleas to come, to wait for Ladybug to help her, to fix her, to heal her.

There’s nothing to heal or fix. Nothing wrong with Solitude. Solitude isn’t Marinette. There’s no need for Ladybug to heal lones.

The awful feeling seemed to diminish, it wasn’t as bad as before. So this sensation of pure disgust relates to lones presence with others? Or when others enter lones comfort zone without permission?

Solitude felt that this was the correct answer.

Then, Solitude might go to a place far away.—-Lon was on the top of the Eiffel tower for nearly half an hour now.

It was a calm area, and there was no one around lones from what Solitude can feel.

Yet…

The sensation of something surrounding lones body still persisted.

Solitude couldn’t comprehend it. Nor did lon like it one bit.

What’s going on? Why doesn’t this feeling leave lones alone?

Lon could feel it, something was seemingly demanding for lones to do something. Something that Solitude doesn’t want to do, and it is getting almost physically painful to deal with.

What is this? Why is this happening? Solitude wanted to be alone. Is that really so much? What is causing this? Who? Why?

Lon would like it if they stop continuously touching and crawling all over lones bod-

“Hello, mademoiselle!”

A voice that feels extremely, horribly familiar resounds, and Solitude feels all sensations go overdrive.

Chat Noir was so close-

So close, too close, that repulsive smirk, that leering look, that uncaring posture, too dirty, too repulsive, too hateful.

Lon hates it. Hates him. Hates that person. He will touch me, he will ignore my boundaries, he will torment me, will not leave me alone.

For just a moment, Marinette’s memories resurfaced, and nothing but pure rage and hatred consumed lon vision.

A blast of pure, unbridled energy of repulsion and exclusion consumed the part of the Eiffel tower they were in, practically erasing it from existence, and that hero harasser being thrown away, far away so he couldn’t violate lones boundaries anymore.

Solitude’s body shook from the sheer disgust lon felt, lones mind already making possible connections to why lon felt so much worse with that guy around.

“Is it because Marinette suffered the most due to him?” Solitude thought in rage.

Is that why? It made sense, right?

But before lon could fully calm down, the sensation returned once more.

Why? Why? Why don’t they leave lones alone!?

“Good job, Solitude! You’ve lured Chat Noir! Now go and take away his miraculous and Ladybug’s!”

Lones heart raced with pure rage as Solitude felt the connection linking lones with Hawkmoth.

It’s this guy…

Lones eyes seemed to look somewhere, what Solitude felt to be Hawkmoth’s direction.

This guy was who was crawling over lones body using that link…

Hate and energy, already twisted due to the corrupted magic, twisted even further as it followed Solitude’s desires.

If only he didn’t exist… if only he and Chat Noir didn’t exist…

Then Solitude would be already happy, alone with nothing bothering lones…

Solitude must destroy them first… And make sure not even a shadow of them remains…

—

End?

Or at least until I might write a sequel.

Hope you liked it.

(From Rjalker: I love it!!!)

[uniquevoidflowers]

two words: uhh maybe 'fire' and 'sleep' for a fic??

<my excuse to read cosy fic XD>

I've got you lol. Fic under the cut:

Time's POV

"We've been walking for hours Hyrule. Are you sure this is the right way?" Warriors grunted.

"...I'm not sure anymore." Hyrule chuckled nervously.

Everyone groaned. Of freakin course the traveller got them lost. "Hyrule my feet hurt so fucking bad." Legend complained, glaring.

Hyrule shrank a bit. "I'm sorry."

Legend softened and sighed. "It's okay, but you need to learn how to navigate your way around your own Hyrule."

Hyrule nodded still looking ashamed of himself. "Portal!" Four called from the back.

Everybody took a sigh of relief, including Hyrule. "Alright, pairs!" Warriors ordered and then listed pairs.

Time was to go with Four, in case the smithy fainted. The portals seemed to affect him more so than anyone else, so fainting was a likely scenario. "Time, Four, you go first." Warriors commanded.

So Time held Four's hand, and jumped in the portal facing the nausea one on one. He was sort of used to it by now. He landed on a grassy field and suddenly heard some very familiar humming. Malon's humming. The old man turned to Four and the smithy was lying unconscious next to him, so he scooped the smith up unto his arms and awaited the rest of the chain. The portal spat out Hyrule and Wind next who tumbled a bit. "This looks like your Hyrule, Time!" Wind cheered.

Then the portal spat out Warriors and Sky and so forth. After a few minutes, they had the entire chain. "Lon Lon Ranch is close, we'll head there." Time announced.

Some excited cheers. So the chain walked at a little quicker pace until they reached the ranch. Malon was outside tending to a little... garden...and she turned to notice all of the boys coming her way. "You're back again! Y'all look exhausted, come on in!" Malon demanded.

"Well we did just spend a few hours walking." Warriors huffed.

"It's starting to get cold outside, I bet you all didn't notice because of your armour or whatever. But, I do have a fire running. Will y'all stay the night?" Malon grinned.

"I don't see why not." Time smiled, allowing his wife to help get the armour off, which apparently had stuck to his shirt because of the black blood.

"Was this yours Fairy Boy?" Malon frowned once she had noticed the blood.

"No, my blood's not that dark dear." Time reassured.

"If you say so. Go curl up by the fire, while I wash this." Malon demanded.

Time obliged and felt the warmth and comfort of his home. It had been months since he had felt it. Soon there were some people next to him enjoying the nice warmth, and others sitting on a couch wrapped in cozy blankets. Everybody was chatting amicably, enjoying the coziness of the room. Malon and the champion were cooking a meal together. The night ended with tons of laughter. "Time to go to sleep." Malon called to the chain.

Everybody obeyed and found spots to sleep. "You too Fairy Boy." Malon declared, as she put out the fire.

"M'kay." Time yawned.

He was soon wrapped in the soothing grips of sleep.

[potestas-amoris]

Brand; 1

Kanato seemed to be in an especially irritable mood as of late, the cause of which remained a mystery to you. Even the simple fact that he had yet to voice the reason for his aggravation had you walking on eggshells around him, given that he normally doesn’t hold back when something is bothering him.

So, when you approached him, freshly baked macarons from the newly opened bakery in-tow, you were surprised to see him eye them with an emotion akin to… anger? Frustration, perhaps?

 “Kanato-san, I know that I can’t buy your forgiveness, I ju-“

“Then what is this supposed to be? You thought you could waltz into my room with some sweets and everything would be okay again? You think it’s that easy to manipulate me?!”

Well, if he had given you a chance to explain, that outburst could have been avoided. Not that it mattered anymore, as he was now expecting you to provide him with a sufficient explanation that would make him feel better and at the same time blame you for whatever misdeed you had just committed.

 “Well, here’s what I was thinking; I figured I would ask you how you have been feeling lately since I’ve been getting the impression that you haven’t been doing too well. I was hoping we could have a chat over some sweets to put us both in a better mood, since I’ve been a bit worried about you lately.”

 You finished your explanation, not having raised your head once, since you wanted to focus on choosing the words that felt most truthful to you, and because looking at his mesmerizing eyes would have distracted you too much.

Whether he would understand that this was just a tick of yours was yet to be determined, though you could only hope he would overlook this detail for now and instead focus on what you had just said.

 By the way he was staying silent and pondering over what to say, you had a feeling that may have just been the case.

A somewhat comfortable silence settled before he spoke again.

“You’re not lying to me right now?”

 “I’m not, I really just wanted to talk with no ulterior motives,”

 “Then you were really worried about me? Why?”

 “Because- “you cut yourself off for a moment to look at him and gage his reaction; maybe you could finally convey your feelings to him without chickening out again?

 He was wearing a puzzled expression on his face, one eyebrow inquisitively-raised, while his mouth remained relaxed.

 “Because?”

 “Because, uhm, you know, I have grown to care for you and I worry when you don’t seem to feel alright since I want you to be happy and okay…”

 “Fufu... and pray tell why is it that you seem to be concerned about me to that extent?”

 “Well, that’s because I think I… I think I like you, r-romantically, that is, and I’m sorry if that grosses you out, that I like you, I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with you just that, you know, I’m me and I know that can be off-putting for some people so I’m sorry to be putting this on you and-“

 Before you could continue with your self-deprecating rant, you stopped only to have your eyes widen once you realized why you were so abruptly cut off.

 He was kissing you. But before you could kiss him back, he was already off you, and you were left reeling, looking like a fish out of water and wondering whether this was all just a dream. A beautiful, amazing, and unbelievable dream.

 “You do look rather charming with that wondrous expression on your face. Perhaps I should kiss you more often to see whether you can show me any more interesting faces?”

Without replying you put your face in your hands and felt all the warmth in it raise up to your ears.

 “You know, I actually thought you were going behind my back and were lying to me but based on your startled reaction, I think the others were just using you to bully me, so I don’t blame you, too much,”

 “I’ll just have to make sure to teach them a lesson that you’re mine,”

“How-I mean, I’m yours? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to engrave myself into your very being, of course.”

 And with that, you were in for a rather long evening.