#and im v afraid of missing anyone

[rafeandonlyrafe]

only you, always

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex

you would never admit it out loud to anyone, but a twisted part of you likes when rafe cheats on you. its a dark truth, one you wrestle with every time it happens.

it's always when he's blackout drunk or high at a party, usually a combination of both. it's often when you're fighting or on a “break”. like last week, when your blowout argument ended with rafe slamming the door behind him and stomping out into the night. you were quick to hear that he made out with some girl at kelce's party. the pain lasted until the next day when he showed up back home, disheveled and tear-streaked, clutching a bouquet of flowers.

“i fucked up.” he croaked. 

you just stared at him until he fell to his knees, blue eyes rimmed with red as he pressed his forehead against your stomach. “please don’t leave me. i can’t lose you.”

the cheating hurts you every time, but rafe coming back crawling and crying, begging your forgiveness and worshiping you for the next few weeks always makes up for it.

“hi beautiful.” rafe kisses at your cheeks, a week having passed from your fight and his infidelity, the tension replaced with the warmth of his lips against your skin. 

“hey.” you smile, running your fingers over his face, stubble gracing his cheeks as he hasn't shaved for the last couple days, preferring to spend every waking moment with you instead as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

“i love you so much.” rafe leans in and kisses the tip of your nose this time, then your forehead, before dropping down to your lips.

“i don't deserve you.” rafe whispers before kissing you again.

“you probably don't.” you giggle, rolling on the bed so you're fully on top, pinning him beneath you. 

“i said i was sorry.” rafe pouts.

“and i forgave you.” you shake your head, your voice gentle but firm, realizing you probably shouldn't make fun of the situation, but humor feels safer than vulnerability.

“it won't happen again.” rafe says. it always does, yet he always promises it won't. maybe as you both grow older and more mature, both stop drinking and fighting so much, it will really be over, breaking the cycle. at least this time it was just kissing some random girl instead of sleeping with her.

you knew what you were getting into when you began dating rafe. he came with a wild reputation and an even wilder past. practically everyone in your friend group had a one night stand with rafe, but you didn't mind, because he chose to come back to you, not anyone else.

“what are you thinking about baby?” rafe asks, watching the emotions flicker over your face.

“just how good of a boyfriend you can be.” you answer with a small smile. 

“yeah?” rafe smirks, his head tilting to the side as a mischievous look flashes over his eyes. “do you want me to show you just how good of a boyfriend or do you want breakfast first?”

“you first.” you say quickly. “and then bacon and eggs.”

“scrambled or sunny side up?”

“scrambled of course.”

rafe grin grows, hands moving against your bare skin. “just like im about to scramble your-”

“allllright.” you cut him off before he can finish his joke, laughing as you roll off of him.

“no come back.” he pouts, pulling you back against his body, molding his chest to your back as he spoons you.

“you're so ridiculous.” you chuff, though your voice betrays the affection simmering beneath the surface.

“ridiculously in love with you.” rafe counters, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. he just had you last night, but he's already craving you again, missing the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate way.

“you're extra corny this morning.” you hum out.

“sorry.” rafe chuckles. you love that he's only like this around you, and only when he's just cheated. he turns into a dopey lovesick puppy until the need for your forgiveness and guilt wears off and he's back to his normal self.

rafe places his hand on your stomach, circling around your soft skin, each movement sweeping lower every time, deliberate and teasing.

“rafe.” you whine, eyes shutting as he begins to dip into your underwear with every gesture. 

“mhm.” rafe hums. as much as he likes to tease you, he wants to pleasure you more. his hand dips all the way into your underwear, fingertips coming to your clit.

he knows your body so well, exactly what to do to drive you crazy, every touch sending electricity through your body. his strokes over your clit are gentle, occasionally purposely missing to rub lower towards your entrance, like he's teasing where he's going to be later. it’s a dance you’ve done a hundred times before, but it never gets old.

“that feels so good.” you moan out, not even realizing that your eyes had fallen closed. rafe moves his other hand so it's under your body, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he sculpts himself around you, other hand cupping your chest.

“mmm.” you hum, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your bum as his fingers stop teasing your clit, rubbing intensely now with the purpose of getting you wet and open.

“oh, baby.” rafe moans as you reach behind your back, hand cupping over his underwear, squeezing at his length through the fabric.

“fuck me. please.” you begin to move your hips, grinding yourself against his hand.

“be patient.” he tsks, fingers pinching at your nipple before going back to cupping your breast.

“unfair.” you pout, but decide two can play at that game, bringing your hand underneath his waistband to stroke up and down his cock.

you can't see rafes face, but you're sure his expression just shifted to one of pleasure.

his hand delves further between your legs, finger circling around your entrance only once before pushing into your cunt, making you moan loudly.

“fuck yes.” you rock your hips again, this time back against rafes crotch, your hand still moving up and down his cock.

“god, i can barely wait.” rafe groans, finger moving faster inside of you, building you up as quickly as he can.

“stop waiting then.” you move your hand, turning onto your back, rafes hand maneuvering to still fuck into you. “come on, rafey.”

you know once he sees your pout he can't resist, not when he's still making things up to you.

“god, that face kills me.” he presses a quick kiss against your lips before moving, pulling your underwear down and flinging them off the bed before disrobing himself.

you grin as rafe doesn't even bother to ask how you want him, instantly lying himself over top of you and lining up his cock with your entrance.

“i love you.” you press a kiss against rafes cheek as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“i love you.” rafe echos back, connecting your lips that quickly develop into moans as he pushes inside of you, engulfing his cock in your heat.

rafe knows he doesn’t need to give you time, already used to his cock being sheathed inside of you. he begins to swing his hips in an even rhythm.

your fingertips dig into his shoulders, pressing into his tanned skin.

“nobody even gets close to you.” rafe groans as you tighten your cunt around him every time he pulls out to thrust back in.

“its only you.” rafe continues as he drops one hand between your bodies, placing his thumb against your clit as he rubs to the rhythm of his thrusts. “only you.”

you can't help that smile that stretches across your face. you don't give a shit if it's only you, as long as he continues to fuck you like this and treat you like a queen.

“faster, rafe.” you pull his chest tighter against yours, your nipples pressing against his skin, stimulating them with his every movement as he speeds up.

“c-close.” you whine.

“me too.” rafe grunts in agreement. “gonna cum in you, yeah?”

“yes.” you nod rapidly. “yes, please, please, please, rafe.”

your head is swirling with the overwhelming pleasure as rafes thumb presses against your clit just as his cock is thrust deep inside of you. it's enough to throw you over the edge, back arching up into rafe as you moan loudly, legs shaking as you feel him lose it to, his moans loud in your ear as he pumps into you.

“fuck, b-baby, y/n.” rafe groans as he finishes, making sure you get every last drop inside of you.

rafe drops himself to the side of you, the mattress bouncing as you both become slack against the sheets, hearts beating fast and chest rising and falling rapidly.

“i really do love you baby.” rafe says, his voice soft and slightly hoarse. “im sorry i always fuck things up.”

“you don't, though.” you move so you're resting against rafes chest, snuggled against his side. “you make mistakes but you always come back and make it right, that's all i ask for.”

you hear rafe sniffle and you know he's holding back tears, always extra emotional after a reconciliation, as if hes purging himself from the guilt.

“ill go make you some breakfast now if you wanna get dressed.” rafe slides quickly off the bed, keeping his back to you as he pulls his underwear back on.

“why would i get dressed if i want you to fuck me again after breakfast?” you tease, your lip quirking up.

you see rafes hand raise to his face, and you know he's wiping at his cheeks, but you give him time to collect himself, secretly happy only you can make him act like this.

“alright.” rafe turns around, his eyes still glossy but filled with adoration as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. “bacon and scrambled eggs and then ill fuck you on the table, then in the shower, then ill take you shopping and fuck you in the dressing room.”

“perfect.” you grin.

[tremendum]

i wasn't prepared for you coming back! it's a christmas miracle HAHA. hushh, if it means nothing to anyone then i'm dead haha. THATS SO COOL. do you have any pictures you'd feel comfortable posting? i'd LOVE to see them. ah that's so so cool!!!!!

i'm still alive at the moment! my birthday was a few days ago, i'm currently healing from surgery (v minor no worries), i had therapy yesterday and im getting more tattoos on thursday! i've also been reading so many fucking books?? wild. but that pretty much sums it all up i'm afraid haha. i've missed u so much, i thought you were fucking dead HAHA. i was like 'she does so much crazy shit, and she fucking died from doing something' 😭😭

hahaha im happy to be here im still so thrown that i got back into this i even made a new acc and everything. but anyways thank you!! i broke my phone and had to get a new one when i got back and it wasn't backed up </3 SO i'll text my friends to get some of the pics we took and show them! it was v fun :)

yay im happy u are :') and STOP HAPPY BDAY BABY! hope your surgery went well and your recovery is swift :) yay tattoos today?! what are you getting this time? i cant wait to hear about them !! ALSO PLS WHAT BOOKS?? im in my rereading part of the year so if u have suggestions for books id love to hear.

and oh my god i inow i am so sorry i rly said 'im going backpacking for a month bye!' then never came back. soi IM SO SORRY

[luetta]

i'm going back to what 16 year old me used to do in full swing i think. type to myself on dead forums. wanna know a story about me? i used to post on that nazi reddit alternative website voat. for years. not anything political, i just made a subreddit that was my username and made posts everyday about how obsessed i was about a girl called rebekah in the grade above me. i never talked to her a single time in my life. she was just pretty. hundreds of posts. eventually randoms on the website found my posts through the new section and started commenting how creepy i was. and then i guess i referred to myself as a waitress and they started thinking i was a girl who had a lesbian crush. of course i did nothing to disavow that notion. and then when i was with my friend finlay in class, i was on a school provided laptop, seeing what the suggested autocomplete web searches for a, b, c, etc were. and when i looked up 'v' it came up with 'voat [my username]. i guess on this laptop sometime before i had searched it up. i begged him not to look it up and deleted it all the moment i got home but he just went on internet archive and essentially held this blackmail over my head for about 3 months. at the end of high school finlay wasnt popualr in our group (there was always someone who was the cyberbullied person of the day in our group.) and i honestly did a fucking asshole thing. i always say that i was nice and just a victim of this mean group but i did this thing, which completely undoes all that. there was a barbeque for the entire grade on a saturday, school organised but essentually our own thing. in the discord finlay was wondering whether to come, lots of us were there already. i said that there was barely anyone here lol. and that was a complete lie. i lied and made him miss this event for no reason other than to dogpile on him. that night everyone was fighting and i chimed in and he told everyone about my voat account and also about how we had accidentally discovered each other in a league of legends erotic roleplay discord server. so yeah that was fun. i refused to talk to him for like 2 years lol. anyways. the point of this is to say. that im gonna start doing that again i think. post a bunch of stream of consciousness text posts of angst and self loathing and envy and hatred. cus i feel like shit and that's my self harm. im too much of a pussy to do anything else when i feel like shit. i just sit on the computer and make myself feel worse. this can be my self therapy. getting my thoughts out instead of letting them fester inside my brain forever. i can't be fucked going to therapy properly. it doesnt help cus idk how to articulate anything properly. ill get asked whats wrong and ill be like. i dont know. and honestly thats barely a lie. i dont fucking know whats wrong with me. i know that there is something wrong with me, but i dont know the reason why ive turned out like this. im just a fucking weirdo i think. i literally thought that i wasnt a creep anymore after transitioning, that i figured it out. but nope. im still a fucking creep, thinking about girls that i know, obsessing about them. urgh. i feel like. i've fucked my transition up. i fucked up the choices that i didn't know were choices and now im someone i don't want to be. i just want to be someone else but thats not possible because the person that i am, currently, isn't someone that can be someone else. i know that you can just change who you are ! you can do new things and stop doing old things. you can be someone else. but i just cant. i try but i just always circle back to this. uninteresting blob of a person. who does nothing except sit in their room and wish they were someone else. an uninteresting blob of envy. that's all i am and will ever be, i feel. and that sucks. i dont want to be that, but there's nothing else i can do about that. im too uninteresting and unadventurous and afraid to reach out and form connections to people that i wanna. cus thats how you change as a person. by being with other people. you slowly give each other parts of yourself

[fairyhaos]

yena !! i hope u still remember me ʕ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ it's the wind chime anon !! 🎐

how have u been omg (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) i had my exams last month n i have da notifs on for way too many blogs on here so i just uninstalled tumblr instead,,, but im back now (i was about to send this ask sooner (2 days ago ?) but i was a bit scared lmao,,, but i just saw ur post about shua so i had to come and say hi >:3) but wahh congrats on all ur milestones ! before i left i think u were about to start ur 500 followers event ! ! n i think u crossed 1234 already !! and probably even more ! that's supa cool n 'm so so proud of you ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა also i love love love ur new theme *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩

ooo n about finding jeonghan's colour,,, u looked at his pictures to figure out what colour he is ?? that's super intriguing actually. bcs the thing is idk if i have this type of synesthesia,,, im afraid what im doing is just strongly associating colours with people ? like the aspects of their personality play a major role in determining their colour but similar to the process of getting to know someone, it's v hard for me to decide on their colour. for example, jihoon. it's like, , the more i see him the more i feel like i don't even know him yk? for hansol, even tho i don't know what his colour is, i can at least tell that his colour would most prolly be a cooler shade. but for jihoon n sometimes even mingyu i can't rly figure them out? it's like i have options but i don't know for sure. n i don't rly know if this is synesthesia ?? lmdoajdjska i think i should just take the test by synesthesia battery but im just scared lmao </3

anygays i read the rest of your synesthesia posts and wahh, , yena ur just so talented. ur so cool ! ! i rly don't know what else to say. you have a way w words and it's as if i can feel the colors permeating through the descriptions. honestly it's such a gift to be able to share your vivid perception with others and i just wanna thank u for that (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) i have sm to say about each member's colour and esp shua's but this got rly long so i'll do that in another ask ?? heh >:3

-🎐

WIND CHIME ANON OMGGGG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU :<

i hope you've been doing okay!! how did your exams go????? literally i'd be sitting here and just thinking :(( i hope wind chime anon is doing okay in this world :(( haha ive missed you sm

it's okayy there's no need to be scared im super nice!! (i think?) thank u sm for loving my new theme too haha i love it a lot as well

and abt jeonghan: yeah! honestly synaesthesia is a really really different experience for anyone so i like to think of it as one of those sexuality labels. if you feel like it fits, then you're allowed to use it! those tests online are sketchy af anyways unless you wanna pay for a Real and Scientific Test

i think assigning colours to vibes and personalities is very interesting though!! i don't think i could do that haha, personalities have always just been so complex and different for me that a colour just doesn't come to mind at all (i don't think my synaesthesia works in that way lmao) so that's really really fascinating! honestly tho,,, im also struggling w jihoon too and maybe that's bc i haven't spent several minutes just Staring at his face yet but i just have a gut feeling that he's gonna be one tough cookie

aww thank u so much please that's so lovely to hear ^^ that really makes me the happiest oml, being told that people are able to feel my writing and my descriptions <3

aww yess please do lmk what you think of the others !! it's so nice to see you in my inbox again 💗

[storiesofsvu]

65, 54, 33, 24, 23 from the fanfic asks please!

Hiiii how are you? I miss you! 💜

23. best writing advice for other writers?

write for yourself first, not others. try to write every day, even if it's just a couple of sentences. read through prompt lists and see if a certain character/ship jumps out at you, it's the easiest way to spark a story when your inbox is empty. personally, i like finding music that sets the vibe and half of my dedicated writing time is spent daydreaming the fic out. BUT, if you do this make sure you write down tidbits or dialogue, ive got a bad habit of doing it before bed or while napping and then i completely forget what the important part were lol. find a bestie or two who know your fandom/characters and use them to bounce ideas off of/spitball with! also don't let the anons get to you and don't be afraid to use the block button.

24. worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

lort. im not sure? i dont think anyone's ever specifically given me writing advice aside from like, school teachers and like hell i remember any of that lol.

33. do you want to be published some day?

yes!!

54. what's your fave part about the fanfic writing process?

hmmm... i enjoy the spitballing with friends, getting all excited over ideas, thoughts, plot twists and the like. it gets the motivation going to actually get writing rather than depending on yourself all the time.

and of course the reactions!

65. tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing- in your current project, or a future project?

im a simple being. i like to cause pain. i am looking forward to the angst parts of dangerous game & heavy hearts. i'm also looking forward to embellishing more and expanding the universe in HH, including more bff!rita, having casey & yn fall back in love with more detail and emotion rather than jumping into it kinda thing.

also very stoked for the svu/criminal minds vampire/supernatural AU (as in supernatural characters, not the show itself).

thanks for asking!!!

and hiii!! things are good. currently v. sleepy, i wont lie. hope you're well!! miss you too!!

fanfic asks!

[malloryywritess]

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Note: This is my first writing, please do not judge. Also I have not finished Shippuden yet.

SFW:

Naruto is clueless about women. He doesn’t necessarily know how to be affectionate romantically at first, but he tries his best.

“Uh- You want me to… cuddle you?” Naruto asks, questioning you. “Yes, pretty please” You say with puppy dog eyes. He looks at your soft expression, love filling his heart. “Fine, I will cuddle you.” He says. Naruto awkwardly climbs into bed with you, his hands shaking. Hes afraid he will do something wrong or mess this up. He just wants to be perfect for you. His face turns to yours as he admits “Y/n, I-I have never cuddled anyone before, im a little nervous..” He states, looking embarrassed. “Shh, thats okay, Naru. Just come a bit closer.” You coo. He listens and comes closer toward you, your bodies up against each other. You lay your head on his chest, along with your hand, drawing circles on it aswell. A comforting feeling fills Naruto’s heart as he wraps his arms around you and you both fall asleep.

He loves PDA and will practically cling to you any chance he gets. He is a very clingy boy when it comes to you.

You wake up to read the alarm, 6:26. As you try to maneuver your way out of bed, tangled by Naruto’s arms and legs, he whines. “Please stay in bed with me.” He pouts. “Naru, you know I need to get up and get ready. I have a mission to get to today.” You state, moving his arms away from you. As you go to get up, he grabs your sleeve. “Please sweetheart, just 5 more minutes?” He whines. You try to say no, but he just looks so cute that you cant refuse. “Okay okay, but we are both getting up after” Naruto’s face lights up as you climb back into bed. He then tangles himself up against you again.

When it comes to his eating habits, you sometimes have to remind him that he needs food other than ramen. Of course you still love the Ichiraku Ramen dates Naruto takes you on.

Entering you and Naruto’s shared house, you find him looking at different options of ramen. At first, you are slightly upset because you said you planned on making dinner, and Naruto promised to eat less ramen and more real food. “Naruto.” You say in a stern manner. He looks at you, somewhat nervous, then he quickly shoves the ramen in a nearby cabinet. “Look, haven’t I told you I want you to eat less ramen. Sure, 3-4 times a week is okay, but you need actual food. Im worried about you Naruto, I just want you to be okay in every way.” You say. Naruto has an almost sad looking expression. “Im sorry, Y/n. I just never knew it or I meant that much to you.” He says. “Of course you mean much to me. Baby you mean everything to me.” You say, pulling him into a big hug. “I love you Naruto.” “I love you too, Y/n”

He hates it when you go on long missions, it worries him. Even when he is Hokage, he debates on if he wants to send you on long missions or not.

Naruto looks at you, sadness filling his eyes. You were going on a mission for at least 1 month. Now to many, that would be somewhat long. For Naruto, it is an eternity. “Im going to miss you. I wish you didn’t have to leave.” He says. “Calm down Naruto. Its fine its just a mission to the Land of Grass, ill be back before you know it.” You say. Naruto steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek, the other on your waist. “Please be careful, my love. I love you so much, I cannot lose you. You are the love of my life and i will forever be devastated if something bad were to happen to you.” You stare at him in awe. “Naruto, I love you so much.” He smiles and pulls you into a sweet, affectionate kiss.

NSFW:

(Warnings: Unprotected sex, P in V, Sub! Naruto and Dom! Naruto, Breeding kink, Use of “good boy” and “good girl”, Oral (F receiving), Hickeys, Boob sucking)

Naruto is normally in control when you guys have sex. But if you beg him enough, he will be a bottom. He secretly likes being a bottom. He gets very turned on seeing you in control. Hes also very vocal when he does bottom. You just make him feel so good, he can’t help it. It never happens very often though.

As you slide his dick into your wet cunt, Naruto cant help but moan out your name. Your pretty pussy just feels so good. “M’ Y/n, it feels s’ good. Please don’t stop.” He whines. You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. “You gonna be a good boy for me and make some pretty noises for me?” You ask in a seductive tone. “M-Mhm, yes- ah, m’aam. I’ll be such a g-good boy.” A big tint of red covers his face, along with his cheeky grin. As you increase your pace, practically slamming yourself on him at this point, the noise of his moans increase. “O-oh please, Y/n, please-“ He continues moaning. “Please what baby?” You say, out of breath. “Just p-please, let me cum.” He whines. You start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach, legs shaking as you continue to ride him at full speed. “Yes please, cum with me.” You barely manage to get out. With that you feel his hot, sticky load shoot into your cunt. Right after, you reach your own climax as well, trying to catch your breath. “Thank you for being so good for me, baby.” You say to Naruto.

Naruto is very overprotective and possessive when it comes to you. If someone flirts with you or tries to make any move at you, he will drag you back home and remind you that you are his. He gets jealous often too, but you reassure him that you will stay with him forever.

I am also going to add breeding because Naruto loves seeing his cum drip out of you. It makes him feral at the thought of filling you with babies.

(This is inspired by a video i saw and it was a girl doing the viral dance thing idk what its called. Anyways she did it with her boy best friend and her boyfriend proposed 2 hours later due to jealousy)

Kiba, your best friend, was always jealous of Naruto. When he found out you had started to date Naruto, he was slightly angered because he had some feelings for you. After a while he got over it. Naruto, on the other hand, became more and more jealous. Sometimes it had seemed like Kiba still had some feelings for you, and was trying to take you away from him. Those weren’t Kiba’s intentions at all, and Naruto knew that. He just couldn’t help but feel jealous.

One day while hanging out, you and Kiba tried a dance move you saw. Naruto was not very fond of this (he wouldn’t show it though). But he wanted you to be happy, so he watched you two. You laid yourself on the floor and felt Kiba lift you up by your hand. As he lifted you up, you almost fell. Kiba, reacting quickly, grabbed your waist and pulled you up. That was enough to Naruto. He clenched his fist, getting ready to say something, but he refrained himself. Instead, he had a better idea. Putting on a fake act, he says. “Baby, I dont feel well, I think we need to go.” Trying to act innocent as his blood remained to boil. “Oh thats not good.” You say as you walk up to him. You touch his head and he does feel somewhat warm. But you get the feeling something else is going on. Listening to him, you say goodbye to Kiba, and Naruto drags you out of his house. “Hey, hey. Whats wrong Naruto, is something the matter?” You question as he has a stern look on his face. He carefully picks you up and he quickly runs toward your shared home. Panic fills your mind, what the hell is happening.

As you make it home, he sets you down and opens the front door. The second the door closes, he pushes you up against it, hands above your head. “Naruto, you are re-“ You get cut off by a wet and sloppy kiss, full of lust and greed. “Damnit, you think you can just dance with him like that and expect me to not get jealous. Im super jealous. You used to have feelings for him and he did too.! He was giving you these ‘lovey dovey’ eyes.” You stand there, in shock. Naruto was really that jealous. To be honest, seeing him like this made you very horny. A wet patch began to form in between your legs. “Since you wanna act all innocent and make me all jealous, i’m gonna show you who you belong too. Once ive done that, im gonna fill your pretty little belly with my babies.” He states, lust filling his blue eyes, making them a dark shade. You almost gasp at his words. Babies? You guys have always talked about how you wanted a big family. The thought is only making you want it more. You most definitely want his kids, you are sure of it. “Jump.” He demands. As you jump, he lifts your legs up and brings you to your king sized bed.

He gently puts you down, but after, he isnt so gentle. He quickly starts by bringing his lips to your neck, sucking deep hickeys into it. He needs to mark you, show everyone that you are his. “Oh my, ahh~ Nar- mmm, Naruto” With one swift motion, he slides your shirt off. Then he proceeds to unclip your bra with one hand. “Tell me, who do these boobs belong to?” He asks, giving me a seductive look. “What?” You ask, wondering why he is asking these questions. “You heard me the first time, baby. Who do these beautiful boobs belong to?” He stares into your eyes, slightly making you nervous. You gulp, as you answer. “You.” Naruto smirks. “Mhm~ you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” You don’t know if you are to respond or not. Naruto takes one good look at you before starting to suck on your nipple, his other hand tugging at the other nipple. “Fuck, Naruto.!” You cry out, grabbing his yellow locks. He leaves purple marks on your boobs as well. Slowly, he kisses his way down your stomach, then to your skirt. By this time, he is rock solid, his cock it’s practically begging to be touched.

Looking up for approval, he sees how much he has affected you. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you are somewhat worn out. You give him a nod and he slides your skirt down, along with your panties. Making sure you don’t feel too uncovered, he takes his shirt off along with his pants. ‘God, he looks so fuckin’ good like this.’ You think. His abs are sticking out and you can see the obvious tent in his pants. He leans down and slowly sticks a single digit into your tight pussy. Unaware of this, you let out a small moan. He then slides another digit in, making him have to hold your legs apart to stop you from closing them. “Naru- Please, I need more.” And he doesn’t disappoint. He flicks his tongue on your clit before sucking on it like his life depends on it. Naruto starts to increase the speed of his fingers. “Shit, you make me.. feel s’good baby. Mmm please keep this up, ‘m gonna- fuck~ cum soon.” You get out in between breaths. As his fingers hit your g-spot, you can feel your climax etching its way to reality. With a few more thrusts of his fingers, the knot in your tummy snaps and you cum all over his fingers and mouth. He wastes no time lapping it all up before he gets up again.

Naruto takes off his boxers, and his cock springs out of them, slightly hitting his stomach. Pre-cum is leaking out of the tip and his tip is bright red. He lines up the head of his cock with your pussy, proceeding to tease you. Taking his cock and rubbing it between your entrance. Whines leave your mouth, wondering why he’s such a tease. Finally he pushes his full length in. He is average, but very girthy. The first time you guys ever hooked up, you weren’t sure it was going to fit. Pure ecstasy fills your body as he starts to thrust into you, moans filling your room. “Baby, who does this pussy belong to?” He asks. “You.” You say, his thrusts becoming faster. “Ahh~ fuck.. please. Please go faster, my love.” You beg. His fingernails dig into your thighs as he continues pounding into you. “Who gets to see you like this? All fucked out of your mind, begging for more?” “Only y-you, baby” His pace increases by the second now, ruthlessly pounding into you as you scream. “Who, do you… belong to?” He pants in between thrusts. “You Naruto, you!” You scream out. The tip of his cock continuously hits your cervix. You are about at your limits, you just need a little more. Naruto gives a little more. “Scream my name, let the whole village know who you belong to. Let me fill you with our kids. Show everyone that you are mine!” He moans out, taking his thumb to circle your clit. You scream and moan his name until you finally feel your release. Legs shaking and barely being able to catch your breath, you feel your boyfriend’s seed fill you up. He has just filled you with a baby. As he pulls out, he watches his cum roll down your cunt. Taking his finger, he pushes it back in, as he has a big smile on his face. Wanting to make sure you get as much in as possible. Then you guys end up taking a shower together (he will fill you up more in there too).

Note: hey guys, how was it? hopefully not bad loll 😭😭. i only spent 2 days trying to write this. please leave any requests you have and i will tey to get to them asap!!

Love yall,

Mal Mal 🤍🎀

[somer-writes]

i do in fact have professional bully services for hire. ur mama jokes are complimentary. making fun of someones teeth is an additional charge. glad to know that "chaos" seems to be my common denominator XD

ok i apologize if i miss anyone but lets get this bread

@estelian-01 an absolute sweetheart. rare breed of horse that is genuinely kind and lovely. srs i dont even know how you exist perhaps youre the second coming or smth. cinnamonroll that learned to read. i would kill for you.

@rosehipandroots bestie <3 leaves v thoughtful comments and is a fellow twilight kicker. good angst :D isnt afraid to show the boys' darker sides

@needfantasticstories v good fluff writer, v kind and genuine, leaves v nice comments <3 also beta reads for cheeto :D skippy peanut butter

@evablueblanket a literal infant. somehow gained sentience at 3 months old and has unrestricted internet access.

@ladye-zelda she is beauty. she is grace. she is very kind <3

@wanderlustmagician would help me fight raccoons in a turf war over a dumpster. probably knows how to make a bomb. "theres an au for that". very creative and colorful writer. lots of ethereal prose.

@hotcheetohatredwastaken my mortal enemy. arch nemesis. incorrect about condiment usage. extremely good at planning and a very diligent and thoughtful writer. no detail goes unexplored

@pickpocketwatch dislikes arguing about mayonnaise. sentient child.

@majorproblems77 good angst. really good angst. writes the suicskyde fic.

@marcusdoodlesalot fellow gay. we stand for the f(l)ag. shadlink but make it queer.

@hyruledwarriorr the captain ever. extraordinarily kind. enjoys socializing

@sunny-porridge pfp makes me giggle. leaves extremely good comments which often make me laugh out loud

@octolingo-writes extremely sweet individual. talented writer. enjoys that underwater show that isnt bubble guppies

again im sorry if i missed anyone!!! lmk and i will add you to the list :D

[jasperakalucy]

as someone who (was) just a casual in rtumblr

why is there a hot cup???? and what other weird shit have I missed out in here????

I'm only at surface level but it's already getting SO weird (affectionate)

Toy! Hi!

This ask is very funny and endearing to me because you are the second person to ask me about cupcler (granted, the first was an irls irl, and you know me from secret santa, but I digress. I like to think I seem approachable)

I have another post explaining cupcler lore here. But if you want in depth lore, check out @/perplexing-news ! They are very cool! This tag is excellent (#the story so far) but they reblog every rp post

And if you really want an explanation from me, well, here:

Imagine if you will. RTGame. What if he was the onceler? What if he was sans? What if he was every tumblr sexyman? What if he was anyone, or no one at all? What if he was god? What does that mean? (here is the doc of all the RT AUs. Yes. It’s a lot [also thank you @/my-name-is-daniel-yes for this])

And then, of course, there were ask blogs of RT forms. Well, someone has to interact with the ask blogs, don’t they? We need characters for that. So OCs were created, employees of the RT onceler (RTcler or Dancler) factory. Storylines formed, like an improvised soap opera. And slowly the RT forms weren’t as important as the characters we made ourselves.

Important terminology here, though I believe it’s common in other fandoms as well: c![name] refers to the character, while cc![name] is the irl person. (don’t ask me why, I don’t know.)

I don’t like to single people out, because I enjoy every OC in their own way. They all have their own stories. But c!Fluffy does run the Board, (WARNING IT WILL LAG YOUR PHONE /lh) which seems to be the center of a lot of controversy.

I’d say they’re a good place to start, if you want to roleplay or get more in depth lore. But cc!Fluffy’s blog is filled with the longest posts known to man, not even counting the Board. /pos, because I adore cc!Fluffy, but be warned 😅

c!Plex also has his own lore. But their blog is meticulously organized and they just recently posted an update to ‘the story so far,’ which. Well, it’s a nice coincidence you’re joining now.

I hope this isn’t too overwhelming! It’s great to have you here! And there’s absolutely no judgement if you decide you only want to interact with RT focused content. Many people do that.

‘rtumblr’ is a weird, broad form, for both RT tumblr and the roleplay within it. But everyone here is very very awesome and kind and talented. <3

Thank you for participating in secret santa, and thank you for asking me about this nonsense!!

[house-of-slayterr]

Daddy’s Home!:

Tag: @howl-fantasies @flaysthings @keffirinne

Basil’s POV:

I was entirely annoyed at this point. Maggie had gone on far too long pretending she was ok. You think after we had to learn the hard way about Miss Pepper, she’d learn to come to one of us by now. But she was still keeping her secrets. The front door open and I saw a familiar figure come through the door.

“How’s my favourite little puppy?” Y/N greeted condescendingly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Ooo, someone’s in a mood today. Do tell! Who does mommy have to kill this time?”

I laughed lowly.

“You can’t kill this problem Y/N. Im afraid you have an attachment to her already”

“Ugh are you still worried about Maggie? She’s a big girl Basil, she doesn’t need to sit in a circle and talk about her feelings.”

“Has she, or has she not been more jumpy recently?”

I knew it was unwise to talk to Y/N like that? But I’ll deal with the consequences later. She raised a brow at me before she answered.

“I suppose.”

“Has she not been avoiding everyone and always at her store?”

“That is true too, boy spit it out!” Y/N warned.

“She has a habit of hiding things that she thinks she can handle, but she really can’t. I have a feeling this is one of those things.”

Y/N spun a knife around in her hand, fidgeting with it. She seemed to think over my words.

“Is it really bothering you that much?” She finally asked.

“Yes.”

“Well then, get your coat.”

I didn’t like the look on her face. It was never good for anyone when Y/N was focused on something. Once she had a goal, it had to be reached. Obviously I didn’t hesitate, when Y/N tells you to do something you do it. I followed her out the door and outside.

“Seems Maggie will just have to take an early lunch today. She’s her own boss, don’t see why she’d say no. And if she does well-“

I knew she didn’t mean to insinuate she was going to use the knife on Maggie. But wouldn’t she? Wasn’t she capable of that? She’d been rough with me before, not that I minded. I had super human healing. But Maggie wasn’t so lucky. It didn’t take much for normal people to piss of Y/N Zsasz. But she considered us Family, whatever that meant to her. She wasn’t so quick to physical rage with us.

But I would never let it escalate to that, even though I doubted it would. We walked in silence the rest of the way, sneaking in through the back door of the flower shop.

“Oh Maggie Dearest, Mother is here.” Y/N said in a sing song tone.

I rolled my eyes.

“Normal people don’t break in through the back, during business hours.” Maggie said nonchalantly.

She was rushing around the store. There were a few customers, but once they saw Y/N they cleared out.

“And now you’re scaring off my customers, fantastic!” Maggie huffed.

“Don’t get short with me little miss.” Y/N warned.

It was then that Maggie seemed to finally notice my presence, she sent a small wave and smiled. She knew better than to ignore the woman, so she walked behind the register and sat on her stool. Turning her attention to us.

“Did something happen? Is everyone ok?” She asked worriedly.

I have a quick nod.

“Little Basil here wanted to have a little.. chat.”

Maggie swallowed, understanding the purpose of Y/N’s tone.

“Have I done something wrong?” She asked me.

“Maggie I’m worried about you.”

“Please, Basil, not this again. I told you I’m fine.”

“But you’re not! Everyone can see that! Even V is worried about you now.”

She fidgeted with her hands.

“What are you not telling us?”

“Remember your promise little florist.” Y/N warned.

She sighed.

“It’s not something anyone can fix so can we just drop it? Wants the point of bringing it up? You’re only gonna get mad at me.” She pointed at Y/N.

“Is it something worth getting mad about?” She tested.

“No, but you’ll think I’m stupid. Maybe I am.”

“Well then my opinion of you wouldn’t change.”

Y/N was very good about getting under people’s skin. Pushing them where she knew it hurt. Maggie frowned, plucking petals off a bouquet in front of her.

“Just promise you won’t yell , ok, scold me all you want but I really can’t handle that right now.”

I glanced to Y/N. I hardly ever raised my voice so I knew the question wasn’t pointed at me.

“Fine. Now tell us.”

“Have you guys heard of Scarecrow yet?”

“The new villain who recently popped up and terrorised the narrows. Yeah I’ve heard of him.” Y/N said nonchalantly.

“Well I’m was there at the time. It wasn’t his fault-“

“Stop trying to defend villains Maggie. You do realise we make a conscious choice to do what we do right? What is it Bob Ross says about Happy accidents?”

I just stood, listening intently. Glad Maggie would finally tell us what was wrong. Maybe she didn’t think we could help, but we always found a way. We protect our own.

“It wasn’t his fault!” She snapped.

I was taken aback. Maggie wasn’t one for yelling. She sighed, lowering her tone once more when Y/N raised a brow at him.

“He’s just a kid, and I don’t want either of you threatening him ok. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“You’re still not telling us.” I pointed out.

“My minds been frazzled ok. I’m falling apart at the seems and it’s not going away. So I’m doing the only thing I know how to do, pushing forward and pretending like it’s not happening.”

I frowned. Sure we would all be considered crazy by any of the citizens of Gotham. But from the perspective, Maggie was the most sane out of us. And to hear her sound this scared, broke my heart. As much as it could break.

“He used his fear gas on you didn’t he?” Y/N asked.

I would have to research this kid. Figure out what he was doing and how it effected the human body. Maybe there was a way to reverse it.

“When I went to get Oswald’s gift, he thought I was gonna hurt him. And according to him he gave me “too much” he offered to “fix” me but I don’t think I want that.”

“He has a solution to fix you and you said no?” I asked wearily.

That didn’t make any sense to me. But with the sleep deprivation, I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t thinking clearly.

“And what was his solution?” Y/N asked.

Before she sounded bored, but now she actually sounded concerned. Angry even.

“Give me more. Overwhelmed my system until the need for fear is obsolete.” Maggie said. “But you don’t understand, it was awful. It still is awful. I can’t do that.”

“Maggie, you’re stronger than you think. But I think you made the right call. Not about, not telling us, but about avoiding this. I’m sure Ed could come up with a different solution.” Y/N said rationally.

“Would it be so bad?” I asked.

Maggie scoffed.

“Of course you would at that Mr, I don’t have feelings. People need fear, I need fear.”

“And what are you so afraid of if you don’t?”

“Basil, I’ve already made incredibly morally incorrect choices since moving here. But I get it, that’s just how Gotham is. If I lose this, I’ll end up another nameless face in Arkham. If I don’t have fear to hold me back I-“

“You’ll lose control.” Y/N finished.

She reached into her bag, pulling out a cigarette. She offered one to Maggie and I, but we both declined.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I thought it would have wear off more by now, fade with time, but the nightmares won’t go away. Even when I’m awake.”

Y/N and I both knew it. Maggie had Great potential, but that was dangerous. If she got into the wrong hands, she could be the downfall of Gotham, instead of helping to uphold it. And from her past, she was easily manipulated. It’s why we kept her far far away from people like Jerome. People who were genuinely insane. Jerome could not run Gotham, he can’t even lead his gang of faceless goons.

“Then we make you not afraid of the nightmares. A new fear arises it, we squash it. Simple.”

But that wasn’t simple. I didn’t know everything about Humans but they weren’t simple creatures. My sister knew that. Maggie laughed.

“Sure. Why not. What have I got to lose at this point.”

“Only your sanity, but I think that’s overrated anyway my dear.”

Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re the most sane person in the mansion. Your the only one besides me who can talk some reason into Oswald.”

Y/N laughed something fierce. Placing her hand on Maggie shoulder.

“Maybe you should close for the day, we could go back home.” She offered.

“Why the hell not, no one is coming with in a mile of this place if they think you’re in the area.” Maggie joked.

It was nice to see them throwing little jabs at each other, getting along. Nice to see Maggie smiling even if it was only for a few seconds. Y/N waited out back for us, seemingly calling Tabitha me Butch with the limbo. And I followed her around the store, helping with little closing tasks.

“B could you move that big plant in front of the door?”

“Sure?”

“It’s to keep people out.”

“It’s a glass door Maggie they can just break and it come through.” I said bluntly.

She laughed, throwing her head back.

“Go on Basil, get your hand near the actually flower of the plant and tell me if you want to break into my store. Carry it it by the pot, always!”

Curiosity got the better of me and I stuck my hand out to the plant. Little tendrils reached out toward my warmer skin. Probably how this specific is of plant hunts, must be carnivorous. Similar to a Venus fly trap. I was hardly surprised, we had things like this on my planet. And Maggie had ordered from a new service now that Ivy had been struck down. I pulled my hand away as one of the tendrils swiftly cut a Knick on my palm. Maggie placed a hand on my back.

“Awww, he likes you. The delivery boy accidentally lost two fingers but I patched him up and gave him a $100 tip, I mean I did warn him.”

It was funny how casually she could say stuff like this now. She wasn’t nearly as shy and timid as when we first met nearly a year ago now. And she was nothing like the girl Y/N had first described to me. So scared and naive and seemingly innocent. But at the time I knew better, Oliver had mentioned Maggie had a hard life growing up.

“Like they were just gone, or did you put them in a little sandwich baggie to take to the hospital, to get put back on?” I joked.

“Basil Merlin Zor El, did you just crack a joke?”

Her smile was contagious now, seemingly having forgotten all about the heavy conversation we just had. It would have been much worse if Y/N had done this alone.

“I can’t be funny fuck you very much!”

“You still correct everyone’s grammar in the group chat even though people don’t talk like that.”

“Sorry I like my texts to be literate.”

“You mean your paragraphs?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Your impossible you know that?”

“Learned from the best! I mean you know how stubborn Ollie is, and don’t even get me started on Thea. Speaking of which, how’s that going?”

I had shot Y/N a quick text, telling her I wanted some time alone with Maggie first. She just texted back a coffee emoji, seemingly heading to her favourite shop. And just told us to meet her back at the house.

“How’s what going?” I asked, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

“You and Thea.”

She squinted her eyes slightly my way, as if she was testing me.

“Thea and I?”

“Are you correcting me or asking a question?” She laughed.

“Both.”

“Please, B I know you like to pretend you can’t fathom human emotions, but you do have them. You like her.”

“You’ve never seen us interact.”

“You know I still talk to her right? Of course, I didn’t know it was you until recently. But she would always text me about this cute boy who Oliver would call in for help. And tell me about how you got to work together on mission. Thank you, for protecting her by the way. I’m not educating pleased Oliver dragged her into his little Vigilante scheme. But she’s 18 now, she can do what she wants.”

“She’s texted you about me? She thinks I’m cute?”

This was news to me.

“On Oswald’s mother, how can you be both the most observant and oblivious person I know? You beat Jim in that department btw.”

“I beat Jim in every department.”

I scoffed. Going around and making sure all the lights were off, except for the lights in the back room that helped her plants to grow. I’d only helped out in the shop once before this, but I remembered all the steps.

“Jim’s a nightmare, that’s not exactly something to brag about.” She laughed.

“Yet you’re the one in love with him.”

She turned around, sending me a glare and I raised my arms in mock defeat.

“I am not ‘in love’ with him, we haven’t even talked since the tea party. Stop trying to turn this conversation back to me!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe if you didn’t make getting to know you like pulling teeth…”

She sighed heavily.

“I am sorry about that Basil, if it really bothers you I’ll try to remember to open up more. I’m better at taking care of others-“

“Than you are yourself. We know! How do you even find time in your day to do all the shit you do?” I asked.

“I just roll with the punches. Schedules are not my problem”

“To answer your question. I wasn’t aware there was anything going on between Thea and I. I can stop it right now if you want. I don’t really want to see Oliver after that stunt he pulled.”

“Oh, you mean humiliating me on my birthday, and then revealing he’s slept with Y/N in the past? That was a shit show wasn’t it? Let’s hope V and Your birthdays go much smoother. But no, I think it’s cute. Friends or anything else, I don’t mind at all Basil. You need people to talk to that aren’t in Gotham. Speaking of which, I was thinking maybe we could take a trip National city soon, maybe take V with us.”

“Why the sudden interest in National City?”

“Change of scenery, everything is chronically chaotic around here.”

“By change of scenery do you mean avoiding Jim?”

“I’m not avoid him Basil. He made his choice, or un-choice I guess. He still had feelings for Lee but she’s getting married. If he wants to figure his shit out, he can be my guest. But I’m not just gonna sit around and wait for him.”

“Good, you deserve better. I suppose I’m long overdue for a visit with Kara. But you know I hate staying long, she has a way of-“

“Prying the things out of you that you don’t want to say?” Maggie’s raised a brow at me.

I’d never really noticed the similarities between my sister and I. My cousin, Super-Man and I were nothing alike. He was that friendly neighbourhood macho man, with a soft spot for damsels in distress. I believe he was still with that Lois girl, I didn’t care much for her. But I didn’t care much for my cousin either.

But my sister. She was fine. I loved her like any brother loves his flesh and blood I suppose. But personality wise we were so different. She was soft and bubbly, and always laughing. He had a contagious personality that made her the life of the party. But she also had a strong sense of justice, that I simply did not inherit. If she had any idea what I was doing here in Gotham, she would lose her mind. Training with a skilled assassin and running mob hits to protect Oswald’s claim to his “throne.”

“Earth to the Kryptonian?” Maggie snapped her fingers in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I’m going to be transparent-“

“Please don’t let me stop you.” I laughed.

Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Alex has been asking me to come visit again.”

It took two seconds to pick up what she was insinuating. And I groaned.

“Magnolia blossom, please tell me you didn’t have sex with my adopted sister!” I teased.

I wasn’t really mad about it, anyone would be better than Jim. And Alex was alright, she was more willing to do harm than Kara. Which made her more level headed in my book. Alex was loyal to the mission, Kara was loyal to her heart. Maggie cringed, offering me a half cocked smile.

“When did you even have time for that? We weren’t even in town a full 24 hours!” I was more than amused at this point.

Studying Maggie was my favourite hobby. There were so many sides to her I didn’t understand, but I wanted too. Just like I wanted to understand Y/N and Thea, and V. These women were fascinating. Surviving in the most inopportune conditions, and almost always coming out on top. When so many women like Miss Mooney, Miss Falcone and Miss Pepper have fallen. Becoming history with the town, however important their memories may be. Gotham had a rich history, and the “hero’s” weren’t part of that.

For every Jim Gordon, you had five or more of us. You wound up with cops like Harvey, willing to turn the other way, wether for their benefit or the greater good. Forming alliances with the enemy just to survive another day. Some may consider him a Coward, but he’s a hell of a lot smarter than his younger counterpart. I wonder if that’s how Maggie was when she first got here. Bright eyed and ready to make a difference. On her, I might not hate it much, her similarities to Kara make it palletable, but on Jim it was vomitous. He too would fall to this City one day, and I wasn’t going to let him drag Maggie down with him.

“The reception-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there Maggie, sometimes I swear you’re worse than Y/N and Victor. The reception was three hours.”

“It wasn’t even my fault, Alex is, you know what, you don’t wanna know that. She initiated, that is my point.”

I let out a huff through my nose, shaking my head.

Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and pouted like a child. I observed her for a second longer, and noticed her tense her muscles in a slight tick. Was one of her nightmares starting to sink in? It was only midday, it must be as bad as she says it is. I moved the conversation along, suggesting maybe we get coffee as well. Wondering if the stimulation would drive the hallucinations away or make them worse. I was prepared for either outcome, we’d be home soon.

“If you really don’t want me to hang out with Alex, I won’t. I don’t even think it will be like that, I think it’s just nice to be around someone outside of your usual circle. She’s been going through a lot recently and, well you know how Kara is. Her solution to every problem is all peaches and rainbows, and Alex isn’t that kind of girl. Not all the time at least.”

“It sounds like you two have been really talking.”

“We have, it’s been nice. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I was just worried you’d be upset with me. I know I don’t have the cleanest reputation, but I am attempting to grow up.”

I have no idea what compelled me to verbalise this thought in the moment, but an intrusive thought slipped past my lips. A tell of my age I suppose, at least how the humans viewed it.

“Killing two people will do that to a person.”

Her eyes widened as she sipped her coffee, and she stopped her footfalls, almost choking. My smirk was quick to disappear.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Victor, pour l'amour de dieu et des anges!”

Her accent was smoother when she spoke French, much like Y/N. In fact, I’d wager both women sound far more dangerous when they speak it. But there was a major difference in how they both used it. Y/N stops speaking English when she’s angry, the words rolling off her tongue with vitriol and bite. She speaks like a queen who has been wronged by her subjects.

Maggie however, was more sporadic. I suppose it was any time of more intense or sudden emotions. The few times she’s needed to comfort little V, she spoke it to sooth her. She’d use it for exclamations of joy, love or surprise. Or mumble it under her breath when she was angry. But never loud or threatening in a shout like Y/N. Another one of my favourite differences between the two women.

“Why are you being so… human today? Did my favourite little kyrptonian grow a heart?” She teased.

Ah, another trait she’d gained from Y/N in the eternal nature Vs nurture debate.

“You’ve been floating in and out of analytical daydreams all afternoon.” She pressed.

It was infuriating how she could demand information from me, but I had to corner her to get her to talk. But these were the roles we played, willingly or not.

“Perhaps I have been around little V too long.” I answered plainly.

“Awww, Little B and Little V bonding.” She ran a hand through my hair, messing it up “that warms my big sister heart.” She grinned.

“Maybe you should be in Arkham, I think you’ve actually lost it.” I teased back.

One on one time with Maggie and I was rare. I didn’t want to risk ruining it, by bringing down the playful aura. I pushed the front door open, letting her walk inside first as always. If my Earth father and mother taught me anything, it was how to be the perfect gentlemen. Only few people got that persona earnestly.

Maggie’s POV:

I don’t know what I was so worried about earlier. Basil was an enigma but he’d never been cold to me before. He pretended to be more mature for, well I don’t know whose sake. But he had his childish moments just like the rest of us.

Today has gone much worse in my head. Probably made more vivid by the constant fear and random spikes of adrenaline. But I could handle it, I had to handle it. There were people who depending on me now. No matter how unsettling their purposes for me were. Gotham had that effect on people. Assigning roles that you just had to roll over too. Everyone played their part.

I followed Y/N voice to the living room, ready to hear whatever plan she’d come up with. I was sure it would be long and awful, but what needs to be done, needs to be done. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner like could go back to normal. As normal as like could be in Gotham. Basil was hot on my tail, so much so he nearly ran into me when I slammed on my heels. As I rounded the corner, my heart stopped.

“Oh, Children! Come say hi to a new friend.”

Y/N voice may have been light and cheery on the surface. As it always was when she was playing good little house host. But that wasn’t a request. Basil stepped to my side to get a better look at the man sat a crossed from her on the couch. Before anyone could get a word out, our guest turned to greet me.

“What’s wrong child, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” He smirked wickedly.

“Deathstroke” Basil’s voice came from lowly beside me.

I was sure he figured it out already. Basil was a smart boy with a nasty habit of stalking his interests. He probably knew more about me than even Victor or Y/N. And he’d had intimate access to my old home for months before anyone knew. Oliver was hell bent on killing this bastard, and it was never in my plans to stop him. This was going to be a disaster, no good things ever happened when Slade Wilson surfaced from his little island.

“Hello Father.” I spat coldly.

An: and cliffhanger! Now we finally know who Maggie’s real father is. The Queen Family is an odd breed. Oliver being the only true Queen, whilst Thea is a Merlyn, and Maggie is a Wilson. She’s been a lot of things in her life, A Maddox when she got adopted then her family decided she was too much trouble. Some would have considered her a Mathias under Dollmakers rule, but that’s what she got the monicker Blossom. Then she became and honours Zsasz, but she will never consider herself a Wilson! She has too much pride for that. It’s clear blood relations do not matter to her.

[revive-the-fandom]

Hiccup is defo more introverted than extroverted & thats in part bc of his upbringing. he was left to deal with his own shit so thats how he deals with shit.. by going off on his own. plus theres gonna be some lingering resentment or trust issues after Stoick publicly shamed Hiccup & spread the belief that he's incompetent for years.

but i don't think he'd prefer to be alone.

the scene op brings up in httyd 2 is taken wildly out of context for the purpose of this theory. the actual series of events that led up to Hiccup going off on his own is more like this:

hiccup is scheduled to be in the dragon races like normal ->

stoick pulls hiccup aside to announce that he wants to prep hiccup to take the title of chief so that stoick can retire with ease ->

hiccup freaks bc he's not ready for that kind of responsibility (& explicitly says during the funeral that hes afraid he can never measure up to stoick) ->

hiccup runs away bc it's his tried & true coping mechanism ->

hiccup misses the dragon races (unusual).

this plus Astrid's clear comfort with finding & helping him with the map shows that shes p accustomed to hanging out w him like this. hiccup doesnt send her away at all either, or get upset that she found him. in fact he seems to enjoy venting to her even if she doesnt totally understand his apprehension.

besides, this is one scene in one big cluster of events where most of the riders get sidelined in favour of the Haddock family. theres not a lot of space for hiccup to show off his new and improved relationships with all the riders.

& this is all ignoring rob/dob & rtte & all the specials. most of which he spends fucking around with the other riders - in rtte he actively seeks them out to go adventuring w him. legend of the boneknapper is 90% hiccups idea, the other kids didnt want to go hang out w him & gobber.

im not saying that hiccup doesnt enjoy his solitude, i agree with that. & gift of the night fury is the better example tbh.

& id also say that jack & merida are also p big on their solitude too.

merida is shown p explicitly to choose to spend her limited free time alone in the wilderness. she doesnt seem to have any friends even tho she has this free time to spend outside of being a princess. & she takes no interest in visiting the town or any settlements.

shes alone by choice, moreso than Hiccup who spends most of httyd 1 being bullied by his peers & humiliated by the rest of the village.

rotg has a similar structure to httyd 2 in that its a v tight series of events. theres not a lot of room for him to show off his preferences.

jacks solitude may have been forced to an extent, but that doesnt mean hes an extrovert as soon as hes freed from it.

he seeks out solitude multiple times, in much the same manner as hiccup - when hes upset abt sandy he sits in a little alcove by himself, when the guardians kick him out he pisses off to Antarctica, one of the loneliest locations in the world. & its not like the guardians were his only option, they mention at least 2 other spirits (leprechaun & groundhog) & thats clearly only scratching the surface since it doesnt narrow it down to jack at all.

the goc books also have jack as more introverted. he regularly sits outside of the group, rarely talks, and more often than not is absent for most of the story bc hes too busy chasing clouds or smth.

so yeah, like yanche said - he likes his solitude, but no more than anyone else.

I kind of like the idea of the Big Four. Four main characters with similar problems and goals. The plot focuses on platonic relationships, not romantic ones. The characters are independent of each other and equally interesting… In general, it would be cool to write something silly about the adventures of Merida, Hiccup, Rapunzel and Jack.

But I can’t get rid of the feeling that Hiccup wouldn’t be a full-fledged member of this company. We have Rapunzel, who has the ability to gather people around her – she made friends with a pack of robbers, arranged dances in the city and promoted the truce of Eugene and Maximus. We have Merida, which would be nice to see in a friendly relationship – “Brave” was completely focused on family ties. We have a lonely Jack who desperately wants to be part of the group – at first, Jack was rude to the Guardians only because they tried to make him a pawn in the war with the Pitch Black; when their relationship began to warm up, Jack wanted to become his own. These three have a well-prepared ground for close friendship. But what about Hiccup?

Contrary to popular belief, Hiccup’s loneliness is not negative. This is not forced loneliness, like Jack or Rapunzel. Yes, he was ostracized and wanted to be accepted, but after getting what he wanted, Hiccup did not become the soul of the company. Instead of fighting for the black sheep with other Hooligans Hiccup prefers to do what he loves. Alone. Leaving Berk for costume testing and mapping, Hiccup and Toothless do not invite anyone with them (according to Dean Deblois, Astrid often traveled with them, but she does not look like a person who needs an invitation).

The Big Four can do common business be interested in similar things. They could do internships abroad together, ride motorcycles, search the Egyptian pyramids and the like. The fact is that Hiccup would prefer to do it alone (or with Toothless). Instead of participating in motorcycle racing, he enjoys speed and solitude. In the middle of the night, he has crazy ideas, and he leaves the house on tiptoe so as not to wake the others. Because he knows that they will immediately run after him.

Someone might object that Hiccup fits in well with the Viking gang (Astrid, Snotlout, twins and Fishlegs). The fact is that they have a “team” friendship rather than a “family” one. They don’t really share each other’s interests. They became friends not because they are similar, but because they were brought together by the struggle with the Red Death. It’s not bad, it’s just what it is.

I see the Big Four more disconnected than we used to think. We have Hiccup, who decided to pull off another adventure alone. We have Jack, Rapunzel and Merida who pick up on this idea. A little rivalry, if you like.

[fiesta-freddie]

Random Leorio Headcannons because we were robbed

He’s mildly dyslexic but doesn’t like to tell anyone because he’s afraid people would think he’s dumb

BIG FOODIE

He grew up poor so he always wants to make sure everyone has enough to eat

If one of his friends refuses to eat because they're “not hungry” he’ll make them a plate of food anyways and save it for later 

I definitely am convinced this man has very dry lips

Someone needs to get him some chapstick

He’s scared of birds because he got pooped on by a seagull one time and from then on he’s never trusted them

Lots! Of! Dad! Jokes!

Partly because he’s the dad friend, but also because he thinks he’s genuinely funny

“To be Frank, I’d have to change my name”

“What do you call a fake noodle? An im-pasta”

Gon and Killua always laugh even if its not funny

He’s definitely a cat person even though he has a mild allergy to them

Makes an effort to call the Gon, Killua and Kurapika once a week just to see how they're doing even if he’s exhausted

Kurapika never answers

He’s pen pals with Gon. He writes to Gon telling him about med school and Gon always writes back telling him about his adventures with Kullia and how much he misses Leorio

Gon also almost always includes a picture of him and Killua in each letter

I’m conVINCED he’s a nail biter

One word: V i r g i n 

He’s all big talk but he’s actually never gotten any

Absolutely a closeted K-pop stan

I feel like he’d definitely play an instrument but again, he dosen’t tell anyone about because he’s shy

But I just KNOW he would play music for his patients (especially the little kids) to make them feel better

[ineedanelizabeth3rd]

So I spent time calculating how many routes I can do before winter break but it looks like I may have enough hourglasses for the V route by the end of this round.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Ah pri arm anon ☺️💕 ty for your help!! I think I was mixing up my HoS and HoR weapon names (yes it's the canon thing)!

But tysm! Oh and sorry for worrying you lol, don't worry! I didn't recycle anything too precious, just "eye of collapses" I believe which I kept getting from the gacha gaurentee 10 (I have like 4 of em). So I've got some extra material from that, but was too afraid to actually recycle my signature weapons (which was good evidently!) The idea I got to recycle was from the fandom online written guide, which was a tad unclear but you made it make much more sense! (The video guides were old and so I wasn't sure if it was a 5.8 thing as well.)

Oh but your advice was very helpful! I realized how you were describing the pri arm area was not how my screen was looking, and it turned out I needed to reload my game to get it to register I was actually level 81.

So if anyone faces that problem I'd say clear cache close game for a bit and reload ☺️💕

AHHH BUT ALSO HOR HAS A NEW PRI ARM YAYAYAYAY ☺️❤️☺️❤️☺️ go bronya go 🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕 and as well elysias weapon!!! It's so so beautiful!!!! I'm like addicted to the pri arm thing but also now am broke 😂

Tysm 🥺💕💕💕 thanks to the upgrade I've been able to SS elysia because I could finally clear inferno ☺️💕☺️💕☺️

Oof I'm so happy 😊😊 ty miss pheonix is the hottest thing there is! Literally smiling 😊😊

PHEW, IM GLAD IT TURNED OUT OK… Do keep some eyes of collapse, they’re very useful weapons and they’re gonna come in handy when we go into QUA Impact (AKA playable Vill-V release)

I’m relieved you figured it out! I don’t know what kinda video guide you were using but at least no irreparable damage was done… maybe it was showing how to recycle weapons for Torus rather than making a pri?

(just one thing— I’m non-binary, so not a miss 😉)

[pa-panda-heroes]

im the same anon who sent the pro-hero + league thing and dabi, shiggy, toga 🥺💞💖💖 thank you, lovely.

Enjoy, anoni!! I’m realising my scenarios are aren’t really scenarios, are they?

Strict!Pro-hero!reader being seduced by Dabi, Tomura, and Himiko!

Warning: N/S/FW content. Minors, do NOT interact. Seriously! This is no place for you. (Edit: that means a anyone under 18. That’s the threshold I’ve seen others use, so I’m sticking it’s that.) Note: there are individual warnings for each character so that you know what you’re about to read ^v^b

Dabi:

Warnings- adult content, thigh riding, biting, edging, alcohol mention, swearing

To say that you were known for being cool-headed and strict was a major understatement. You weren’t as popular as All Might, but those who knew you understood you to be a hero who, no matter how any villain taunted or insulted you, was concrete and unbending to their childish games. You went by the book and rarely made exceptions.

And then Dabi entered the picture. Cynical, rough, sardonic as hell, and quite the lawbreaker - and flirt. He’d stir some trouble in the streets, and then dip out when things got sketchy for him. In the midst of doing so, he’d always send some nasty smirk and comment your way. “Some nice legs you got there, doll. They’d look nicer above your head, though,” was his favorite; or perhaps it was your response he vied for so much. Because boy, you wanted to respond. You couldn’t deny the selfish gratification that came of his antics, knowing someone didn’t treat you as a gripey, square of a woman.

But that was the last thought on your mind as you sauntered through an alleyway on your walk home from having harmless fun with your fellow heroes. You hadn’t drank a sip, afraid of trouble spurring and hence your being called in. Your focus was fixated on your phone in your hand as you read the text one of your coworkers sent you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babe,” you suddenly hear, and instantly recognize the bastard of a voice. And instantly you feel that familiar throbbing at your core at the sound of it.

You look up from your phone, stone-faced as always, and try to resist the urge to scowl at him. You fail, though. He’s standing not far from you with his hands in his pockets, but it doesn’t look like this encounter was intended. “Don’t call me that,” you warn shakily, only for his smirk to widen and show off his teeth before he closes the gap between you. You elect to swing a fist at him but miss entirely before a blur flashes over your vision and your back hits the hard brick of the alley.

“Why not? We both know you enjoy it,” he snickers, his forearm across the front of your shoulders, his left hand occupied with pinning your wrist to the wall and knee stuck in-between yours. “If you really meant that punch, I wouldn’t have been able to dodge it, right?”

Right.

He even left your other hand free to prove his point.

Your breath is heavy and fluttered as he leans closer. You said nothing, but the fact that your wrist was relaxed in his hold told him everything. You see him smirk again, thereafter his arm leaves your chest so that he could put his thumb under your chin, the rest of his fingers splayed out on your jaw and you gulp. Your eyes fall half-lidded when he leans in close, but he quickly pushes your head back and veers off to the side to suckle at your neck, earning a quiet whine from you. Dabi acknowledges it with an eerie chuckle, to which you nearly respond with suspect before a cry leaves your lips at the sensation of teeth gnashing at your collarbone, the feeling of his chin staples rolling over your skin surprisingly heavenly. He resorts back to suckling and you’re sure he’s leaving at least a few hickies, but you’re too wrapped up in his hands fondling your hips and ass to care. They’re so warm, it’s ecstatic. He’s sweltering hot, unlike the cool wetness settling between your legs.

“Aah, Dabi...!”

You can’t help the whine of your lips or buck of your hips, nor the yelp that results when you unintentionally grind your throbbing core against his thigh. Dabi pulls off of your neck with a pop before he grabs your hips with both hands to pull you closer, encouraging you to ride his thigh. “My leg, ah?” he breathes, his voice more curious than either of you would admit. He leans in towards your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “Go on, do it,” he demands, his voice a whisper. “Lift that skirt and cum on my thigh, doll.”

You shut your eyes tight and moan at such a filthy command, his husky voice a contributor. Dabi’s too impatient with you to let you move your skirt out of the way as he does it himself, his returned grip on your hips surely to bruise them. You’re able to look down as he guides you, and there’s a clear streak of wetness soaking his pant leg. You shiver at the sight of your arousal, and again when he reaches to move your panties out of the way to let you grind bare against his jeans. You stare at the sight, not having it in you to look away. He must’ve followed your graze, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you begin to cry out and moan louder. Dabi’s tongue is awfully quick to find and lick at your ear, while his teeth occasionally gnaw at it and pull. You were so pent up, even after a night of fun, it was no surprise your climax was already catching up to you. Your pace gets faster and faster, until that tightened coil-

Doesn’t snap. Dabi retreated his thigh from you and grabs your jaw to force you to look at his simper, earning a pout from you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t make that face,” he taunts.

“You didn’t really think that’d be it, did you, babe?”

Tomura:

Warnings- adult content, spanking, swearing, orgasm denial

Being an infamously stoic hero had its perks. No one expected you to goof off on talk shows or crack a corny joke in interviews. Everyone liked that you weren’t careless and rambunctious; it just suited you not to be. A downside was being viewed as a “strict, rule-hungry old bag,” though. And you weren’t even old! But because you took being a hero seriously and followed rules, it gave you a public opinion not far off from Endeavor’s.

Getting on the trail of the leader of the League of Villains was a royal pain in the ass, much less staying there. It didn’t help that he seemed to take a special interest in you. There was always a hungry look in his eyes when you faced off, and nearly every time it felt like he’d planned the encounter as if to merely get a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t something you hated. This game of cat and mouse was exhilarating. Constant. Safe. It was a release. The more it happened, the more you thought it was the same way for him.

That theory was confirmed in its entirety when he randomly showed up in your apartment and looked at you as if he’d waited a significant amount of time. On you. You freeze in place after shutting your door, your bag of groceries still in hand as he stares at you from the couch. The silence that falls is thick, and not entirely uncomfortable, but it is unwelcome. You walk over to the kitchen area and set the bag atop the counter, before turning around to see Tomura standing right in front of you, the lack of hands adorning his body confusing you. “Why... are you here?” you ask hesitantly, noting the unconscious clenching of your thighs.

“You wouldn’t make a damn move, so I had to.”

His answer was simple and dry, and you begin to wonder if that meant anything other than what you wanted it to. His intentions are clear when he approaches further, backing you into the counter and caging you with an arm on each side. Tomura just stares at you. It was your turn. That’s how your little game went. And so you jolted forward, latching onto his lips with your own. Your dominance is short-lived, though, as he deepens the kiss when you yelp from his hand smacking against the side of your thigh, his tongue invading your mouth. Tomura’s hands are quick to snake up your shirt and paw at your uncovered breasts, the villain then smirking at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra while he chuckles at your moan. His fingers pinch your hardening nubs, resulting in your pulling back from his lips and mewling.

His breaths are getting heavy, as are yours. Tomura grabs your arm and spins you around so that your backside is facing him, your ass end poking out at him when he grabs your head and pushes down to bend you over the counter. You glance back at him, but your focus is broken when you feel his hardened cock against your ass. Your whine only encourages him to briskly unbuckle your pants and pull them down, and you half-expect him to grind against you again - but he doesn’t. You begin to push back against him, albeit a hand on the small of your back lunges you forward and you scramble to get a grip on the counter beneath you. Hard to do that on a flat, smooth surface.

“Funny, you’re such a stickler about rules, and yet here you are, trying to make your own,” he jeers, and you swallow thickly. “You can follow a command, can’t you, hero?”

You gulp again and try to writhe in place, only to shriek when a hand lands sharp on your ass cheek as his other hand digs into your back. “Can’t you?” he repeats, and the feeling of your cunt clenching practically resounds throughout your body. You’re soaked, it’s clear. You pant instead of responding, almost sounding like a bitch in heat before another slap sounds against your reddening asscheek and you moan aloud, earning yourself yet another.

“I can!” you nearly scream, white-hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes - either from the pleasure, or the pain, you’re not sure.

“Don’t cum.”

You gasp and glance back at him, lips agape as you felt the pulling down of your panties. All you can see is those dark, red eyes glaring at you like a predator about to devour its prey.

Himiko:

Warnings- adult content, mentions of stalking, biting, oral, slight knife use (your poor panties), swearing, home... invasion?

Note- I’m not sure how old Toga is. Granted that she wears a school uniform and she crushes on Izuku, I’m setting her age to 20 here because I’m really not sure.

Being stalked by villains is not something you’re unfamiliar with. Being called a stone-faced, soulless shell of of a woman is not something you’re unfamiliar with either, a result of the public eye constantly fixated on you. On the contradictory, a grown ass villain flirting with your austere being was something you were quite unused to. Toga Himiko of the League of Villains was always hot on your trail, quick to retreat when noticed yet quick to notice you first. The smile that would crack her lips open was clearly meant for you and for you alone, always used as a flirtatious taunt. It wasn’t uncommon for you to track her down and chase after her, nor was it uncommon for her to track you down and leap after you.

Your game of push-and-pull had been on for a while. She was always so quick to escape no matter the situation, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how she did it. Nor could you figure out how the hell she got into your apartment. While you were there. Granted, you were asleep, but still...

She grins at you again in your bedroom doorway, that grin you know well, and seems to fiddle with the belt loop at her shorts, having long since abandoned the school girl schtick. It only worked for so long anyway. “Y/n-chan,” she beams, nearly drooling. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?” Her voice is sweet and lilted, and for a split second you believe her. She still had that sweet and harmless-looking appearance despite being a hardened villain. You lick your lips almost unconsciously, which she takes as an invitation to your bed, except she yanks your bedding off of you unceremoniously to replace it with her body as she straddles your hips.

You stare at her, your hands instinctively going for the sides of her thighs, with which she seems quite pleased as she squeaks at you. “You look so small down there, hero,” she mutters, her grin ear-to-ear. “So cuuute!” Her eyes then narrow almost darkly at you and she cocks her head sideways. “So quiet. Are you still sleepy, hm?”

Her thighs are so plump and sweet that you gulp underneath her while wondering what she’d taste like, but she shakes her head at you. “No, not tonight, lovey.” Himiko leans down and lunges her tongue into your open mouth, your moans mixing together as she does so, albeit yours increases in volume when she palms your breast through your shirt and squeezes before flicking her finger at your hardening nipple. The villain pulls away from you too quickly, sitting up so briskly your head almost spins, as she ignores the trail of saliva that follows. Her hips are adjusted atop you before she grabs the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth. You catch on immediately and comply, biting the fabric into place as she goes to town kissing and licking your sternum between your tits. Golden, sharp eyes never leave yours in the moment, and her mouth feels hot against your skin as you moan. Her groping at your legs only serves to make you more vocal.

The bloodthirsty woman travels down your navel, yet goes right past where you want her most, while your whine is punctuated by the bucking of your hips. Himiko instead elects to suckle at your hip and upper thigh, before she parts your legs and settles between them. You jolt a little as she licks a stripe up your thigh until her tongue is a finger’s width away from the throbbing wetness between your legs. She giggles at your response, then landing a quick, tiny bite on your thigh before licking her lips. You don’t realise you’ve reached out to grab the top of her head and pulled it toward you until you feel the softness of her hair underneath your fingertips and another giggle escapes her. Himiko’s tongue pokes out from her lips as she pulls a knife from her belt to shred away at the hip of your panties before pulling them down to give her access to your throbbing clit.

Her tongue is quick to prod at your hole, then dragging up towards your clit before her lips are around it and sucking away. You cry out as a result, hips bucking again as your free hand clutches the bedsheet beneath you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from Himiko’s throat, then watch as her arms hook around your legs and hold your hips down. The sweat starting to coat your skin keeps her from getting a decent grip, so she uses force while her tongue dips into you and pokes around with her thumb rubbing at your swollen, puffy clit.

“Toga-chan-!”

Your whining out her name encourages her thumb to rub circles and increase its pace, Himiko finally letting out her own moan into your soaked cunt as her tongue begins to lick and suck away. Your grip on the sheets tightens until your knuckles are white, your mantra of moans music to her ears. Until suddenly, she pulls away, your essence coating her lips and practically dripping down her chin.

“Y/n-chan,” she says almost darkly, with the look in her eyes making your cunt clench around nothing, “you can’t cum yet.”

[santigarcia]

fly away with you

an ezra x reader fic~

rating: m for smut; virgin reader; some violence 

word count: 6,780

summary: Waking  up with no memory after a head injury, you find yourself in the presence of your rescuer - a handsome stranger named Ezra. 

a/n: I AM SO SORRY i’ve had this fic like...finished but i just never got around to posting it. i had it broken up in chapters, but i just decided to post them all here w/ breaks to signify where the chapter would have ended. (im also adding the first two parts - so if anything seems familiar this is why!) 

Ringing. There’s a loud ringing in your ears. Your vision is blurry, and that ringing won’t stop. You can’t hear anything else, and you’re not sure what you’re seeing. The color brown and green seem to blur together. What happened? Did you hit your head?

Reaching up to touch your temple, you feel wet. Your hair having been matted down with something sticky. Pulling your hand away, you look at it. Not that it does any good because your vision is still blurred. But there’s enough red on your fingertips to know it is blood.

Suddenly you smell it, your blood. And dirt. And earth.

Something else is mixed in, maybe smoke? Something in the air is foul.

The air.

You panic. Where’s your helmet? How long have you been breathing in this air? It’s the air you smell that’s foul. What if it’s toxic? Frantically you try to get up, but you can barely get your legs under you. You’re still too dizzy.

When your vision finally clears, you see your helmet on the ground next to you. There’s a large crack leading to a hole. Shards are everywhere. Some have blood on them, and you assume this is where your head injury is from. But upon further inspection, you see blood on the rock nearest you.

What happened?

It’s still foggy, but you try and retrace your steps from the day.

You had been with your cousin, whose whereabouts now you have no idea. It wasn’t even your choice to come along. But he claimed that your hands were the steadiest, and you’d be best for the harvesting. You had no idea what he was even talking about. You only agreed because your home world is the last place you want to be right now. And hey, he said he’d pay you so why not?

The ship ride over was a nightmare. It was smooth sailing quite frankly, but you’ve never been a fan of space travel. You like it on the ground. Though at the present moment the ground is covered in your blood, what a day it’s been. And you can barely remember it.

You do remember harvesting a couple of those things, you can’t even think to remember what your cousin called them. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t hard either. You did just fine.

You also remember some arguing? Something was happening? There were these other people?

It’s starting to come back to you, but this air is getting to you. How long have you been walking? Are you even going in the right direction? You feel dizzy again and things are starting to spiral.

Then everything goes black.

A voice this time brings you out of your stupor. You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you can make out it’s a male voice. It’s not your cousin, this voice has a thick accent.

You blink several times to clear your vision again, and you take in your surroundings and this stranger.

First you notice you’re inside laying on a cot of some sort. Everything in the room is an olive green. An ugly yellow light shines overhead. It’s very dim. The space is small, it seems to be a large tent. There’s medical supplies and strange photographs on the wall. Where is this?

The man is sitting near you in a metal folding chair. He’s got no choice but to sit close to you, there’s not any room in this area.

He’s in a suit not unlike your own. His face is kind. His voice is deep, but nonthreatening. Light scruff dusts his cheeks and jaw, and his eyes are pleasant. There’s a small blond streak in his brown hair. And a haggard scar on his cheek. His kind eyes and kind smile almost seem out of place next to that scar.

He’s still talking, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. He’s gesturing with his hand. Just one. It’s only then you realize he’s missing his right arm. You feel dizzy again. What if this man is dangerous? Or did he just lose that arm in some accident?

You reach up to touch your temple again, and you feel cloth. A bandage has been wrapped around your head. And you notice, other than a slight headache, you’re not in any pain.

“Where am I?” you wonder aloud. Your throat is so dry your voice croaks.

“At last, the lady is with us!” the man speaks and this time you understand him. His voice sounds nice. That accent is so strong. “Alas, I must admit, I myself do not know where this is. But I was out and about on my harvest when I saw you lyin’ unconscious on the ground. You were gaspin’ for air. So, I took it upon myself to bring you to shelter and here we are.” he gestures with his arm while he looks around the room. That ugly yellow light shines on his face, and suddenly the light is not so ugly on his tan skin.

“Thank you,” you tell him sitting up a little. You’re still feeling dizzy, but you feel safe. “What happened?” you think aloud again. And where is your cousin?

“I heard what sounded like gunfire off in the distance,” he explains, “that’s how I came to find you.”

“I was with my cousin; did you see anyone?”

“I am afraid I only saw some bodies, miss. You were the only one I saw alive.”

Your cousin, and whoever attacked you must have been near where you first woke up. But in your daze, you started walking and missed the bodies entirely.

You were warned this was dangerous work. Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Grief and shock are setting in. Your cousin is gone, and your harvest.

“I’m stuck here,” you whisper.

“Nonsense,” the man smiles, it’s a warm smile. He seems so kind. You want to trust him. You may have no other choice. “I could not in good conscience leave you behind. You have suffered a mighty fine wound to your noggin, and your poor lungs have breathed in this nasty shit air we got around here.”

He is talking so fast that you can barely keep up.

“Now, I’m sure you’re a-wonderin’ if you can trust me. And right now, little birdie, I’m all you’ve got.”

In any other situation, if a stranger called you a pet name, you might recoil. But he says things so casually, you don’t feel any malice or perversion behind it.

“You can help me harvest, and I can get you outta here. There is my offer plain and simple. You can surely decline, but if your cousin is gone, my condolences. And you have no way to get home.”

Home. You don’t want to go home. You don’t want to stay here, but you don’t want to go home.

“What’s that?” he leans forward, his eyes squinting. He’s trying to hear; you didn’t realize you’ve just said that out loud. “Where are you from?”

“Zulara,” you mumble.

He winces, clenching his teeth, “I do not blame you one bit for not wantin’ to head on back to that planet. I am currently residin’ on Anvarvis V, and I’d be glad to take you along with me.”

You sit for a moment weighing your options. You’ve heard good things about Anvarvis V. or was it IV?

“We’ll split the harvest 50/50?” you ask.

He nods.

“Ok. It’s a deal,” you nod and stick out your hand.

“Alright,” he grins. “I’m Ezra, what can I call you?”

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 And that’s how you began a partnership with Ezra. You worked well together. Tuns out you were really good at the harvesting part, and Ezra’s wit and charm made him a good salesman. He brokered deals and sold the product you’d harvested for a lot of money.

You’ve been so busy; you’ve not even gone to his home planet yet. But somehow you liked this life with him. There’s space enough of his ship for you, and you quite enjoy his company.

Truth be told you enjoy his company more and more each passing day. Your cheeks warm now when he calls you “little bird.” Your heart leaps into your throat if he ever touches you.

That first week with him he touched you a lot. Yes, okay he was checking the bandage on your head, but his fingers would graze skin and he was standing so close to you.

That’s when it first started you think. Being so close, seeing his soft lips surrounded by a dark stubble. His gentle brown eyes looking over your wound.

Maybe you were just lonely. Or maybe it was sharing such a small space with your rescuer. But you had a crush that only seemed to grow.

It started to suffocate you being so close to him and not being his.

The two of you fell into a natural routine and you grew accustomed to seeing him shirtless. That first time seeing him without a shirt almost sent you over. You ached to touch his olive skin. He looked so warm. You had to force yourself not to stare.

He thought you were looking at his right shoulder, where his arm used to be. And he began to ramble on about how it happened. You were embarrassed because that’s not what you were looking at, but you listened to his story all the same. He was opening up to you.

Ezra has the gift of gab, and he talks nonstop. But if you ever have anything to say, he listens with a deep interest. You’ve never felt so heard before. He never talks over you. His constant talking if often stories or little tidbits of trivia, but after that night of him opening up about his arm, things changed.

He was almost always in a good mood, but when he couldn’t complete a task due to his arm, he’d be a little grumpy and frustrated. But after telling you what happened, he let you help him without protest.

Maybe he got the feeling he could trust you back.

“Thank you, little bird,” he always said. And the last time he said it, you know he saw your cheeks turn red.

You figure at some point he’ll ask, or you’ll admit your feelings. You’re not sure which, but both options scare you. You’ve never done this before.

Back at home, you spent most of your life in school or working. There was no time for relationships, as much as you wanted one. You read stories of lovers, you kept them hidden under your mattress. The want was there, but no experience to fulfill that big question in your mind of what it’s like.

What it feels like to be loved by someone, to be held. You always were a little shy about the sexual parts of the book, yet those were the parts you couldn’t tear your eyes away from.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Ezra’s voice cuts in. A deep blush stains your cheeks. You’d been remembering of a story you’d read where a man pleasures a woman with his mouth. You look at Ezra’s mouth and feel your stomach drop and pray he can’t read your mind.

“Nothing,” you chirp at being caught.

“From that look on your face, I’m gonna wager a gamble and say it’s definitely something clanking around in that head.”

Scrambling, you try to think of anything to change the subject. He’s watching you squirm, and he’s delighted in it. Maybe it won’t be too hard after all to tell him if he can already see it.

“When’s the next sell?” you ask, nibbling the skin off your bottom lip.

“Pretty soon,” he replies. “I will head out soon. Won’t be gone long. Will you be alright to wait here until I make a triumphant return?” he grins.

You nod, returning his smile. You feel a heat pooling in between your legs. You shift a little in your seat trying to relieve the pressure. As soon as he’s gone, you’ll do something about it.

Two nights ago, you touched yourself thinking of him. That was the first time. You’d seen his bare ass when he was exiting the shower area. He had to have known you might see, and you couldn’t decide which thought thrilled you more. But the image of him naked was seared into your mind. And that night while he slept soundly, you touched yourself - wishing it were him.

You’d come up with a dirty fantasy, one you will play out again as soon as he leaves. And he can’t leave soon enough.

Normally, you’d go with him. But this buyer is a familiar one and can be trusted. You’re not worried about Ezra taking care of himself in a fight. He’s been in plenty of a scrap or two.

But if you’re honest, your brain is so clouded with the thought of getting a release you’re not worried about him in the slightest.

The thought passes in your mind you don’t know how long he’ll be gone, so you elect to leave your pants on. You lay down on your bed in your little corner of the ship.

The main hanger is around room, your beds are on opposite walls but still in the same room. So, you can see his bed from yours, and you consider going over to his bed, but you’ve already got your hand down your pants thinking about him on your bed.

You begin to tease yourself and you’re already wet from your own imagination. You think of him naked. What he looks like from the front. What he must look like when he’s hard for you. You think of his lips, and how his hand feels. What they must feel like on sensitive skin. You think of his stubble scraping your thighs. How good his long thick fingers would feel like inside of you. How he’d be gentle taking you for the first time.

Your thighs shake and you clench around your fingers wishing it were him.

The release hits you hard, and you gasp. It echoes through the ship. Your breathing is heavy but beginning to calm, when suddenly you hear:

“Well hello there little birdie!”

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 Horror floods through your veins and your heart is pounding in your head. You’re still coming down from your high, while fear spikes within you. Your eyes are wide, and you’re frozen staring at him. Your mouth is hanging open, and his mouth is curved in a playful smirk. 

When tears begin to fall from your eyes, his expression softens completely. 

“Little bird, I-,” he sticks his hand out trying to demonstrate he didn’t mean to embarrass you, but it’s too late. Tears pouring down your cheeks you run into the bathroom chamber and push the button to close the door harshly. It hisses loudly, and the moment it closes you sink to the floor. Cheeks red with embarrassment. 

In those books you’ve read, maybe the character wouldn’t have cared. And would have let the man know what she was doing. But this just isn’t how you wanted this to happen. As much as you do want Ezra to know you want him. The shock of the moment startled you. 

Ezra outside in the main hangar is uncharacteristically quiet. You can hear him rummaging around. From the sound of it, he’s taking off the bulky outer suit. It takes him a moment since he only has the help of one arm. 

He’ll be sitting down on his bunk and unfasten the clips and zippers. He grits his teeth sometimes, other times he bites his lower lip. You tease him about the different faces he makes when he’s concentrating on something. 

Deciding to clear your mind further, you turn on the shower. For a moment you hope he doesn’t need to take one after being outside, but you imagine he’s letting you have your space for a moment. 

While you shower, you try to decide what you’re even going to say. 

“Hi Ezra, I was touching myself thinking about you.” 

Well. That might not be a bad way to start. But that feeling of nerves hits your gut. What if he doesn’t want you back? What if he does want you? 

You mull this over in your mind and wash yourself clean. Normally the thought of being naked in here while he’s out there has sent you a thrill. Now you’re even more aware of him. 

You decide you do want him. But you don’t know where to start. Him seeing you is one way to break the ice. 

Gathering your courage, you wrap a towel around yourself and exit the bathroom into the main hanger. Your eyes fix upon him, and every nerve is on fire. 

As expected, he’d changed out of his suit. He’s sitting on his cot in comfortable pants, a worn black Henley, and some socks. His hair is sweaty, but it’s sticking up in multiple directions from obviously running a hand through it. His right arm sleeve is tied in a knot near his shoulder to stay out of his way. He’s got something propped up on his left knee, and he’s practicing his hand strength with his left hand. He pauses when he sees you, he doesn’t speak. 

He’s waiting for you to say something first. He can read the terror in your eyes as you step closer. Giving you full attention, he frees his hand, and watches you approach him slowly. 

When you’re right in front of his spread legs, he reaches out a hand to grab yours. 

“You doin’ alright there little bird? You are tremblin’ like a leaf on a tree with strong winds blowin’ every which way.” 

You open your mouth trying to think of what to say. You’d forgotten your entire plan you’d cooked up in the shower. Now that you’re here in front of him and he’s looking at you with those soft eyes, your mind is blank. 

You almost wonder if you should just drop the towel and climb on him, but you can’t help but want some romancing. 

“Say what’s on your mind little bird, I see the wheels turning in your head.” 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” is all you can think to say. But are you sorry? You don’t know what’s going on. 

“I’m not,” he grins, but the grin softens, and his eyes are gentle. He stands and presses his palm to your cheek. Shaking a little from the touch, you lean into his hand. “But I am sorry that my presence startled you so, and that I saw such an intimate act without your permission. I admit I was only present for the uh, grand finale as it were, but on my honor, I will not speak of this again if you would prefer it.” 

Your cheeks darkened as he spoke, and you can see the look in his eyes. It’s a gentle attraction. 

“I-” you start but only blush deeper under his gentle gaze. His eyes are big, he’s listening intently. 

“I understand your profound embarrassment, but there is nothing to be ashamed of seeking a fine release such as that. If I may say little bird, I’m only sorry I was not the one to give it to you.” 

Your eyes widen at the last sentence. You swallow hard. 

This is it. 

“You want me?”

“I do little bird. I have for a quite a spell now. You are, simply put, the sweetest thing I have ever had the pleasure to know, and you have brought a light into my dark life I did not know I was needin’.” 

His hand is still on your face, his thumb brushes you bottom lip. 

“I want you too,” you give him a shy smile which he returns, “only I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“You surely seemed to know a few moments ago,” he winks. 

“Ezra,” you groan and bury your face in his shoulder. 

“My sincerest apologies,” he teases, “I already broke my promise.” 

He’s trying to make you laugh, which it does. And the two of you share a moment of laughter before you pull back to look up at him again. 

“I’m serious though, Ezra. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never-”

“Never what?” he repeats, thumb rubbing your flushed cheeks. 

“I’ve never even been kissed,” you tell him. 

“Well, little bird. It would seem the honor has been bestowed to me to teach you the lovely ways of liplockin’.” 

“What do I do?” you whisper, which he seems to find amusing. 

“You know something, I have never once been in situation quite like this in my lifetime.” 

That coaxes a smile from you, and you’re already feeling relaxed. 

“I can’t say that I have either,” you laugh. 

“First step, is to close those pretty little eyes of yours.” 

You close your eyes, and smile, you trust him. You think back to when you met him all those weeks ago when he saved your life. You certainly didn’t imagine this happening then. 

“Now, tilt your head just a little,” he pushes a little with his hand guiding you. “And open that mouth of yours, just a smidge.” He pushes down your bottom lip with his thumb. 

His voice stops, and you feel his breath on your face. He smells like mint and sweat. You decide it’s a good smell. 

You feel the tip of his nose first press against the top of your cheek. Then his lips gently press against yours. His tongue just barely touches your lips. His stubbly chin and upper lip scrape on your skin in a way you didn’t know you’d love this much. His hand holds your face gently, and what he doesn’t say, or can’t say during this kiss, is he wishes he could wrap his other arm around you. 

Your knees buckle, and you let go of the towel that’d you’d been holding on to so tight and mold your body to his. A strong thigh is in between your legs, your hands cup his face and you pull away gasping. Your heart is fluttering.

He’s slow to open his eyes, the smile splits his face before his eyelids even flutter open. 

“Now that,” he licks his lips, “was simply divine.” He leans in and places a couple quick pecks to your lips getting a laugh from you. 

You take a step back, and the towel is going to fall. And you were going to let it. But much to your surprise, his hand stops it by pressing his hand against your chest, keeping the cloth from exposing you to him. 

“Hold on now,” he breathes. “That little heart that’s fluttering under my hand has surely had enough excitement for one day. And as much as I would love to see that body of yours, I am not wanting to take you to bed in this dirty old ship. I would rather take you home. Since I am unfortunately missing a tool of the trade, I am not experienced in taking lovers into my bed with ol’ lefty here. It’ll be a learning experience for us both little bird. You alright with that?” 

You nod, putting your hand over his on your chest. 

“Then let’s get you home.” 

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 Your head is pounding, and you can see him. Your cousin. It’s like you’re on the outside looking in. You see the clearing of trees and two men with your cousin. It’s a standoff, everyone is frozen. There you hear a sharp crack somewhere in the woods, causing the men to take fire. One man shoots your cousin, the other steals the harvest from your cousin’s dead hands. Then that man is shot, he killed his own partner and took the harvest from his hands. He turned around to face you, and you saw his face. 

It was Ezra. 

With a sharp gasp, you jolt awake. Sweat is on your brow, your heart is racing, and you feel sick to your stomach. Panic sets in because you can’t remember where you are. 

Looking around you realize that you’re home, with Ezra. 

After your kiss with him, he got the ship ready and punched in the coordinates to head home. His home, but now it would be yours. You expressed to him your apprehension of space travel, and he took down the med pack to give you a medicine to calm your nerves. 

“Fear of flying is not uncommon,” he’d told you warmly with a kiss on your cheek. 

After the flight and landing, he gave you another medicine to help your lungs adjust to the air of this planet. 

You were so nervous, but full of excitement! You have a new home with this wonderful soul. 

The planet is gorgeous. The ship landed out the outskirts of the city. It’s nighttime so you can see it’s all lit up, and it’s blue. Every light is a twinkling blue. 

“It’s beautiful!” you’d gasped. Ezra was proud to show you his home. 

He was not originally from this planet; this is where he lives now when he isn’t prospecting. 

He owns a small house is near the outskirts. He could afford a city apartment if he wanted, but he preferred living out away from the hustle and bustle of city life. He likes his view of the trees from his living room, which are also blue. 

His house is humble. One bedroom, one bathroom, a quaint kitchen, a small table, and a sitting area. The shelves and walls are covered in artifacts and trinkets from other world’s he’s visited. You love it. It feels like a lived-in home. 

“We will have to share this bed unless you want me to take the couch?” Ezra tells you when you collapse onto his bed. It’s been too long a day with all the space travel. 

“I don’t mind,” you tell him, and he grins easily. 

“No gettin’ to business tonight little bird. I gotta rest, you do too.” 

You nod, you’re too tired for that. Though if he wanted to, you wouldn’t have said no. 

You fell asleep that night with his body close to yours. 

He’s still close by when you wake up from your dream. 

“Little bird?” he asks waking up, rubbing his eyes with his hand. “You alright?” 

You scramble out of the bed to get away from him. Your heart is beating so fast. 

“It was YOU,” you gasp, tears are beginning to fall. 

“Me? Birdie, I do not have a damn idea what on this planet you are referring to.” 

“You shot and killed my cousin! I saw it in my dream!!”

He sits up and tries to calm you down. 

“Little birdie-”

“Stop calling me that!” you cry. You hug your arms around your waist. 

“Look at me. Look at my face.” He waits til you look at him, there’s no joke or smile on his face. His eyes are wide, and you can tell he’s upset you’re upset. “I did not kill him. I didn’t even have my gun with me when I found the bodies.” 

You think back to when you first met him, and what you can remember from then, he didn’t have a gun on him. 

“But it looked so real,” you sniffle. 

“I had hoped this would not happen to you, but one of the side effects of the medicine I had given you is nightmares. You’re on a new planet, in a new place. It would not be a surprise to me if you had weird dreams. Now as to your cousin, I do not think you will ever uncover the mystery of his death. I can recall to you what I saw again if it will ease your mind.” 

You sniffle again and nod. 

He tells you what he remembers, and you do trust him. But that dream still felt so real. 

You had been finishing up a harvest when your cousin went to look for another. Your memory is hazy after that. 

Ezra fills in the gaps based on what he saw. He’d seen two bodies; one was your cousin and then another man. Your harvest was gone, and there were footsteps leading in another direction. Ezra, not wanting to get into it with this guy, went the opposite way. Which is when he found your shattered helmet and blood. He followed your footprints which led him to you. 

“So, I killed my cousin,” you bury your face in your hands, sitting down on the bed. 

“You are making less and less sense,” his eyebrows crease. 

“You said there was a large branch and I must have tripped, so me tripping sounded the alarm causing the gunfire to go off,” you being to cry into your hands. 

Ezra scoots closer to you to wrap and arm around you. He holds you close to him and kisses your hair while he shushes you. 

“That was a whole tricky situation and no one’s fault. I have been in a sticky situation like that before and it would seem that people who are trigger happy need no cue to fire away. You are not at fault. Besides, if all this had not occurred, I might not have met the love of my life.” 

You look up from your hands, tears still in your eyes. 

“What?” 

“You heard what I said,” he kisses the shell of your ear. 

Crying now tears of joy, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss all over his face. He topples backwards, laughing the whole way down. 

“I love you too,” you say between kisses. “I’m sorry I accused you of murder,” you laugh. 

He laughs, rolling over so he’s on top of you. He kisses your face and dries your tears. You start to writhe under him when you feel him beginning to harden on your thigh. 

“What do you say to some breakfast and then we come back to this bed huh?” 

Feeling a little bold, you reach down to cup him through his sleep pants. He gasps out in surprise and buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Why leave?” you ask, unsure of what to do, but you like touching him. You continue to, until your stomach rumbles loudly. He raises an eyebrow teasing you, even though you still have your hand around his cock. “Fine,” you laugh, “breakfast first.” 

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 While Ezra makes breakfast, you look around your new home. Since the house is small and his voice carries, you ask him questions about different objects, and he rambles on from the kitchen.

There are photographs of him when he was younger, those are your favorites. You’re looking at one particular photograph, when he had both arms and no blond streak. He looked like a completely different person.

Your thoughts are torn away when you hear him call your name.

“Could you reach that spice for me off the shelf?” His one hand is too busy to stop and reach. “Just set it down on the counter there,” he nods. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile and wrap your arms around him from behind. Kissing his cheek, he hums. “I’m sorry I’m acting so strange, I think I’m a little nervous,” you admit kissing his shoulder blade.

“Well birdie, it is no small feat to be joined in a union with another person in such an intimate fashion, especially when one is not experienced. It is a lovely thing but can be an overwhelmin’ experience. I am glad to assist and ease the knot in your belly of nerves.”

“I love the way you talk,” you smile kissing his shoulder again.

“And I quite love the way you are holdin’ me right now.”

“I’m sorry again about this morning. I’m sure that’s not the morning you had in mind.”

“No to worry. Grief and change do a wonder on your mind. I know that from losing my arm.”

“Tell me how you got that blond streak in your hair,” you murmur and lean your cheek against his shoulder.

“Now that is an interesting story!” One of which he tells for the rest of the morning. And when he’s done, you’re still not sure what exactly happened. But you laughed and all but forgot about the nerves in the pit of your stomach.

So much so that when he stands and reaches out his hand for you, you’re not sure what he’s doing.

“You ready?” he asks, motioning his head toward the bedroom. Your heart skips, but you nod, yes.

He leads you back into his room, and has you sit down on the bed. He moves around the room setting the mood. First, he pushes a button on the wall that lowers the curtains, dimming the room. He closes the door behind him and sits next to you on the bed.

“How does this work?” you ask a little timid, but very eager.

“Lay back,” he tells you. He lays down on top of you and begins to kiss your face and your lips. Anywhere his lips can kiss, he kisses. Your cheeks, your ears, your eyelids even. The tip of your nose.

Then he moves to your neck and chin and jaw. He adds some bites to your neck, and sucks on your clavicle.

“Can I?” he asks tugging on the hem of your shirt. You nod, and with his help, you pull it off exposing chest to him now. You swallow, feeling a little shy watching him eye your breasts.

You’ve never seen him so speechless. Instead of talking, he puts his mouth to use and suckles your perked nipple into his mouth. His hand cups your other breast and thumbs over your nipple. When you gasp, he sucks harder and pinches his fingers harder. Your hands fly to his hair and you pull. He growls a little and you feel slick between your legs.

“Ezra?” you whine. Your breast is shiny with his saliva, and there’s a sting left behind from his teeth and grit from his facial hair.

“What do you need birdie?” He murmurs into you flesh. His hand smoothing down your skin and gliding over your tummy and to the waistband of your pants.

“Ezra wait,” you gasp.

“Are my ministrations too fast for your likin’?” he questions, lips dragging along your stomach. He’s trying to make you laugh again, or at least relax you further.

“I-” you pause.

“It’s ok,” he smiles and kisses your tummy. “Help me?” he says tugging on your pants a little. You help him push your pants and underwear down, and you watch in equal parts arousal and embarrassment as he sees you.

He touches a pointer finger to your entrance, touching the slick gathered there. He dips inside and you arch your back feeling the drag of his finger inside. His thumb brushes your clit and you jolt.

“Now remember, I am not as well practiced with my left, so you’ll have to excuse any inexperience on my part, though I do know how to please a lady.”

“Ezra!” is all you can think to say when he slides a second finger in.

“But as it seems, you’re enjoying this regardless. That’s good,” he smiles and presses a loud kiss to your thigh. He doesn’t stop the toying with your clit. Even after you hit that first high and come around his fingers. He keeps going. Teasing you just a little more. “You are doin’ so well my girl,” he purrs.

He looks up at you when he pulls his hand away, his grin is pure lovesick. Your eyes are hazy from the high you’ve just been given, and there’s still more to come.

“I want just one more from you before we get down to it alright?” He tells you. He’s working his way up the bed, and you’re not sure what he’s doing. He pulls the pillows together, and he flops down on his back, his head on the pillows. “Alright little bird, c’mere,” he says and taps his chin.

Taking his meaning with heat covering your body, you climb up and carefully lower yourself onto his face. His tongue and mouth ready to accept your heat. You groan in unison as he makes the first lick. You’re still so sensitive from before, but wow it feels good.

Oh.

This is really good.

His mouth, of course, of course his mouth is as skilled in pleasure as it is in talking. His tongue moves expertly on your flesh as if he’s done this to you a million times. You’re coming on his tongue in mere minutes.

His arm is tight around you, and you buck against him as you come down.

His eyes open, and he looks up at you, he’s quite pleased with himself.

“Now if this isn’t the best view a man could have then I don’t know what is,” he smiles, his eyes lingering on your breasts for a beat, then back up to your face.

Carefully, on wobbly legs, you lay down on the bed, and Ezra works to take off his pants. You lean up to look at him, he’s on his knees now, naked. He’s stroking himself lazily, getting ready for you.

“Can I?” you sit up reaching for him.

“Be my guest,” he reassures, and you wrap your fingers around him. He winces and groans a little. “It has been far too long since I’ve been held but someone other than my own hand.”

He feels nice, and you have the desire to keep moving your hand until he finds his high. But he pushes your hand away.

“I do appreciate the eagerness, but if you keep that up, we won’t get to all the fun. Lay down for me alright?”

You do as he asks, and he pauses for a moment. He’s thinking.

When he gets the idea, you see it come across his face with a little “oh!” and a grin. He lays down on top of you, you’re chest to chest.

“Little birdie, I need you to wrap your legs around me? Got it?” You nod and do as he asks. From this position you can feel the tip of him at your entrance. Putting his weight on you for a moment, he reaches down between your bodies and lines himself up with you. “There might be a little bit of a pinch, but we’ll work ya through it alright?”

You nod again, and he pushes inside. He moves his hand back up to smooth your hair out of your face. He moves slowly, watching your face, kissing you more to get you relaxed. Once he’s fully inside, he waits.

He gives you a moment to breathe, then when you give the ok, he moves. His arm is up by your head now, keeping him from putting his whole weight on you and giving him some leverage. His thrusts are steady, and your body moves with him, gasping each time he hits that spot in you.

“It pains me that I cannot reach down to tease that lovely pussy of yours, but birdie, you gotta touch yourself for me. Can you do that?”

You slip your hand between your bodies and touch yourself in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Good girl,” he coaxes. “Don’t stop,” he tells you nibbling your ear. And you don’t. You keep going until you feel the high approaching. When it hits you, he’s not far behind. His cock twitches and pulses, and he comes deep inside you.

Exhaustion hits him and he puts more of his weight on you. Now with a free hand, he pushes your hand away and touches your clit again just to touch you a little one more time. That touch has you jolt, and he laughs darkly in your neck.

“Ezra?”

“Mmm?” he looks up at you, and you start to smooth his hair back.

“Can we do this again? Tonight?” you bite your lip.

“Hmm,” he pretends to think. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Ezra!” you laugh and playfully hit his chest.

“Okie,” he shrugs and begins to blow raspberries on your chest.

You stay with him then, tangled in the sheets all morning. And all afternoon, and into the evening. You can barely keep your hands off one another. And there’s not much desire to go prospecting any time soon, not when you’ve discovered something much richer in each other.

xx

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: well. everybody. are we surprised??????? i dont write a thing for like months but then i get inspiration and here i am✨✨ also im not gonna lie... this fic is a lil bit ooc. v much for gray. its believable but like BARELY. so BASICALLY if u dont read fairy tail 100 years quest, this might not make a whole lotta sense to u, but i think youll be able to follow! SO! this fic is based off of the gruvia interactions in the latest fairy tail 100 years quest chapter! chapter 63!!! enjoy my beautiful ppl!:)❤️❤️❤️

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Without missing a beat, Juvia launched herself at her darling Gray. “Ahh...” She lulled with great relief. “It’s so good to see you safe, Gray-sama.”

Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck as she sweetly nuzzled her face right into his. The two of them were certainly beat up from their battle with Metro, and they had the bandages wrapped around themselves from head-to-toe to proove it. Yet, naturally, Juvia didn’t mind. Her body was achey, sure, but all she could feel was warmth from her overwhelming love for Gray.

She felt Gray’s muscles soften. He brought his hand up to the top of her head, bringing her into the crook of his neck, and he followed her lead by resting his cheek atop her head. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Juvia safe and acting like her normal self. After finally getting a moment to breathe, this was the first time in a long time he was really seeing Juvia where they weren’t fighting or she wasn’t partially brainwashed by Touka. It was nice to see her back to being unequivocally Juvia.

“You too.” Was all he replied, but that was all he needed to say.

Gray could hear the gasps going around the guild at the sight of he and Juvia, but he paid it no mind.

“Ok tiger, think you could maybe put some pants on?” Cana’s call to Gray was what finally snapped him out of it.

“Gah! My pants!” He exclaimed, flustered, breaking from his embrace with Juvia.

“They’re right here, darling!” Juvia quickly gathered his clothes. Naturally, she was always keeping track.

“Thanks.” He snatched them. He snapped his attention to his number one rival, and pointed at him. “Natsu, as soon as I get these back on, I’m kicking your ass!” He shouted.

“Eh?!” He responded. “Why me?!”

“Because you got to have all the fun taking down a dragon! Now I want a piece of you!” He taunted. He couldn’t deny that the combination of a couple beers, and the adrenaline rush from another Fairy Tail victory, was amping Gray up, to say the least.

“Bring it on!” Natsu grinned, and began cracking his knuckles.

Before they knew it, a bunch of the guys were rolling around like wild animals. You would’ve never thought they just faced one of the biggest battles of their lives, but, well, that was Fairy Tail.

“Get em’, Gray-sama!” Juvia cheered on, energetically, just as he swung a punch at Gajeel.

Juvia went back to the bar to get some more drinks, and Gray was shortly behind her. “Aw man.” He flopped onto the seat beside Juvia, out of breath. “Those guys don’t mess around in a fight. Even when we’re already beaten to a pulp.” Gray snickered. He did love a good fight, but he couldn’t deny his body was tired.

Juvia hummed a giggle. “The same can be said for you. Juvia saw you throwing some solid punches.” She handed him a beer.

“Did you expect anything less?” Gray playfully smirked at Juvia, causing her to blush just a tad.

“Of course not.” She grinned.

“Lucy!” Gray shouted, and as he did so, he casually brought his arm around Juvia, placing a hand on her shoulder as they both sat. Juvia was really blushing now. She sat still and silent, afraid of ruining the moment.

Gray continued once Lucy turned to him. “Why don’t you give Natsu some of that booze? Maybe that would take him off his game and I could kick his sorry ass in one shot!” He joked.

The hand still weighed heavy on Juvia’s shoulder. Did Gray place it there by accident? Did he know what he was doing? Maybe he just needed her so he could keep his balance? Or maybe he was cold and wanted Juvia to keep him warm?

Natsu perked up “Give me all the booze in the world! I’ll still kick your ass!” Just as he said that, Elfman came up from behind him, and slammed his body to the ground. Gray and Juvia both laughed.

“Leave it to Natsu to pick a fight with just about anyone.” He snorted, but Juvia couldn’t pay much attention to what Gray was saying at the moment.

He casually brought his hand down for just a moment, and just as Juvia’s mind rolled with questions as to what he could possibly be doing now, she was given an answer. He softly took a lock of her hair in his hand, and ever so lightly stroked it. Juvia was frozen in happiness. She didn’t dare turn her head, but she did see Gray out of the corner of her eye, and he simply took a gulp of his beer, without seeming to mind at all that he was doing something completely and utterly unlike him—public affection. However, he was unbothered. He continued rhythmically running his fingers through her hair as if this was the most normal thing in the world to him.

“Maybe I’m bias, but beer is better when Mira’s serving it at the guild.” He said to Juvia as he looked curiously at his beer. While saying this, he even began to twirl a piece of hair between his fingers. The way her heart fluttered with each flip of his fingers was something she’d never felt, but wow— what a feeling. Unfortunately, Juvia could not hold back this reaction as shivers were sent all over her body rather noticeabley.

“You ok?” Gray stopped the hair stroking, and brought his palm to the middle of her back, still seemingly putting forth an effort to touch her, and he looked over at her.

“Y-yes!” Juvia jolted. “Juvia is fine!”

“You sure?” He raised a brow. “You seem a little tense.”

“No! Honestly! Juvia is completely fine, just a bit caught off guard is all!” She was starting to break a sweat. Leave it to her to screw up a moment.

“How so?” He finally pulled the hand away, to Juvia’s dismay.

“W-well...” She fiddled with her thumbs. “It-it’s just that... Gray-sama... was playing with Juvia’s hair, a-and you had your arm around me—and— Juvia was just surprised, that’s all!”

“Oh.” Gray was the one who was a bit stunned this time. His cheeks turned bright red, and he couldn’t help but look away.

Honestly, he really wasn’t even aware that he was doing that until Juvia pointed it out. He was taken aback by himself, admittedly. It wasn’t like him to be a hands-on type of guy. However, what he did know, was now that he knew he wasn’t touching her, he felt a desire to touch her more than ever. It was like once he knew she wasn’t in his grasp, a piece of himself felt lost. He wanted his arm around her. He wanted to feel her soft blue waves run through his fingers. He wanted to feel her warm embrace in his arms. So, even though he didn’t make a conscious effort to be physical, it was what he wanted. He wanted to feel her, and thus feel comfort. Feel serenity. Feel happiness.

“But, it’s ok!” Juvia leaned towards him. “Juvia didn’t mind at all! Not one bit! Oh, Juvia is so sorry! She’s insulted Gray-sama! As an apology, you may touch Juvia wherever you want!” She stood up and proudly spread her arms and puffed her chest, displaying herself for Gray.

Gray’s whole face burned fiercely. “Ah, jeez, would you sit down!” He snapped, and he took Juvia by her shoulders, putting her back in her seat.

“Juvia is sorry!” She exclaimed. “It’s just that, it’s not like Gray-sama to show any sort of affection in public! Juvia doesn’t know how to act!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Gray nervously scratched the back of his head. “I dunno’, it’s just that, well, after so many of these fights and always putting our lives on the line, it’s just hard to believe we’ve made it this far. On top of that, seeing all my comrades safe and...” He paused. “Seeing you safe after all of this... it just makes me feel so relieved. And, well, basically, I’ve come to realize that life is short.” He looked down. “Really short. And, I don’t wanna waste time worrying about stupid stuff. I just wanna’ do what’ll make me happy.”

He finally locked eyes with Juvia. “And you make me happy.”

Tears rushed to her stunned eyes. “Oh, Gray-sama!” She threw herself onto him all over again. He reciprocated almost instantly, placing a hand on her back. She looked back up at him, eyes glazed with tears. “You make Juvia happy too.” She smiled gently.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Gray smirked, and then he brought Juvia back into his hold. They were both where they belonged- safe, and in each other’s arms.

As Juvia rested against his chest, she felt a comforting sensation that was already so familiar to her: Gray combing his fingers ever so gently through her long hair.