#and now I learn he was in spitting distance from me. i don't know why that's so funny to me

[poguehearted77]

Winter's Chance

Summary: It's Rafe's turn to have your son for the weekend, but it seems the weather wants you to spend the holidays together.

--Finally some Baby Daddy Rafe

With delicate rubs to your son's tummy, you desperately tried to get him to calm down with soft pleads and overeager soothing. He'd been fussing all day, so much that you'd called the doctor to make sure everything was okay.

They simply reassured you that it may just be a prolonged stage of fussiness. Most babies grow out of it around 4 months which is exactly where Max had just reached a few weeks ago.

Just when he was finally beginning to calm for a moment your ears are filled with the chime of your doorbell. Max picks up his crying as if he had never stopped. Your eyes roll, already knowing who is on the other side of the door.

You gently scooped him up to rest over your shoulder on top of the little binkie you tend to have thrown over your shoulder at all times for moments like this. He was cute, but the spit-up was never pretty and you were always prepared.

Opening the door from a distance you weren't expecting to see Rafe step in partially covered in snow. It distracted you momentarily before Max's cries cut through the shock.

"I know, I know." You whine, gently rocking him, backing away from the cold air that swept against your feet. "Hurry up, and close the door." His eyes roll, "Hello to you too." He closes the door and stomps off the snow from his boots before stepping out of them and hanging up his jacket.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing? This is just a pick-up, then you can have fun trying to calm him down at your place." Rafe stands still, his thumb gesturing to the door behind him, "You haven't seen the news, have you? They're closing the roads, so we're snowed in. The only reason I made it here is because of the suspension on my truck."

Your face turns sour and Max continues to cry.

"So why did you come in the first place if you knew you wouldn't be able to make it back?" He ignores your question for the most part, "Relax, baby. As excited as you are to see me, I didn't come for you. I came for my son. There he is," Rafe's expression lights up as he reaches for Max and takes him out of your hold.

"Rafe you can't just take him and expect him to calm-"

For the first time in seven hours, silence consumes the room. No more screams and tearful cries. "You've got to be fucking with me," You don't say it loudly, but Rafe still hears.

"Guess he was just missin' his daddy, huh? Isn't that right, Max?" Rafe's tone is playful as he pokes at Max's tummy which elicits tiny giggles and the brightest smile you'd seen all day.

You walk away, headed towards the kitchen. Not sure why you were moving so fast, Rafe was hot on your heels. "It's not your fault, it's probably just been a long day-" He finally shuts the fuck up with his smug remarks when he hears a soft cry, "Y/n," Your name rolls off his tongue, tender and sweet. "Baby, what's wrong?" Effortlessly, he supports Max with one hand while he reaches to turn you so you're facing him.

Your eyes are filled with tears, lips quivering ever so slightly and he knows what's coming. He's seen you like this more times than he can count. He takes you under his arm, your cheek pressed to his chest and you break down, muttering into the fabric of his hoodie.

He comforts you with a big hand rubbing your back, soothing you the way he learned from those parenting books that he swear he never read. "It's so hard, Rafe." Is all you manage to say through broken cries for the first five minutes before you're pushing off him, expression more angry than upset? "He was crying all day, and the second you walk in, he's perfectly fine."

Rafe's lips frown, puzzled. "And that's a bad thing?--"

"Yes! Why do you get to be Superman?!" Earlier, the sound of a pin drop would disturb Max from calming, but now even your exclamations left him unfazed, as long as he was in Rafe's arms he was unbothered.

As a matter of fact, with a second glance, you notice he'd actually fallen asleep. Just Perfect. Another win for Superman.

He chuckles, leading you both to have a seat on the couch. Your son sleeping soundly in his father's hold. "Well, I think I've got the abs for it." His shit-eating grin spreads across his lips.

"You try carrying a baby in your stomach for nine months, and you tell me if you still have abs after." Subtly, his tongue wets his lips at the memory, "All I remember is how good you looked pregnant. Shit, wanna do it again?" You'd never wanted to hurt someone so badly.

"You're lucky you're holding my son." He scoffs, leaning in slightly as if to speak away from the baby. "I seem to remember the two of us going half on the conception, and a few times after that." You air-swat him and stand, making your way for the stairs. "I'm going to take a nap."

The hours flew by as you finally had your first uninterrupted nap in what felt like years. By the time you woke up, the sun was long gone, and there was a thick layer of fresh snow sitting on your window pane. You headed downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the steps to appreciate the view.

Nothing melted you quite like the sight of Rafe taking care of Max. You hated to admit it, but he was a good dad. A really good one. Hot, too. Rafe held the bottle to Max's lips, murmuring some undistinguishable babbles with a soft smile. Surely speaking a language only the two of them can understand.

"I hope you warmed the bottle before you gave it to him." You say, and he finally notices you standing by the stairs, stalking your way over and sitting beside him.He ignores you, knowing that you're just trying to get under his skin. "You look well rested." He remarks and you sigh with a soft nod. "Yeah, I am actually." He grins to himself, "Must be a miracle to sleep well on that cheap-ass mattress you got up there."

"Sorry, we can't all have premium mattresses." Rafe pulls the bottle back once he realizes Max has had his fill. "Y'know my money is your money right? I give you ten thousand a month but everything I have is yours, too." Standing him up on his lap first, Rafe holds the baby over his shoulder, gently patting his back.

"Well, I don't need to live in a fifteen thousand sq ft house to be happy unlike you." He shakes his head slowly, his gaze falls on you, somber. "I seem happy to you? I don't give a shit how big my place is. It's always going to be empty without you two in it... " He trails off, alluding there's more to come.

"Rafe.. What are you saying?"

"Move in with me, again." Your head shakes before you sputter profuse denials, "No, Rafe, we can't we tried that before remember? We don't get along. Technically, we're not even together." The conversation is briefly interrupted by a small gurgled burp on Max's behalf.

Rafe leans down to place a drowsy Max in his rocker in front of the couch before sitting back up. "Things were different then, we were eighteen. I can't do the back-and-forth anymore. Don't you wanna wake up in the morning, see that Max is taken care of and I'm making you breakfast, then we go back to bed and I take care of you? Huh?" He hums, his voice igniting sparks along the length of your neck as he nosed along it.

"Rafe.." your voice is shaky, feeling the heat from the discussion.

"Whadd'ya say, hm?" You reflect, having Rafe stay with you today, in just a few short hours you'd been able to take a break, he held you when you cried like he always did. You'd hardly even fought. Though that was no surprise, the two of you fought considerably less ever since Max came into the picture.

"Okay, yes." You can feel the lines from his smile stretch against your jaw just before he begins to pepper kisses on your cheek. "Y'know, we made the world's cutest baby ever right?" You smile, both your gazes focused on the little one before you.

"He's got your eyes, for sure." Rafe states and you giggle, "You're just saying that because they're brown." He sits up straight, heartfully disagreeing. "I'm not. They're the same eyes that I fell in love with when I first laid my eyes on you, and the same ones that humbled me when they looked up at me for the first time in the NICU."

His words were touching. You're seeing a whole new side of him. Not the usually hot-headed and impulsive man you were used to. This one was sweeter, softer, and more sincere.

You reeled him in for the first kiss, his lips soft as they pressed against yours, his hands confidently holding you at your waist. "Ah, I see you're taking me up on my previous offer. Let's go for a girl this time, yeah?" He grins, and you pinch him.

[raziraphale]

james somerton is from nova scotia ?????? most shocking thing in this video actually

I generally hate when people get exposed for doing something ~problematic~ and people that already didn't like that person for unrelated reasons get to be like 'oh I always knew that. they just had bad vibes. you should've known' like it really reinforces this idea that certain people are just intrinsically bad and you can somehow sniff it out. you can just not like someone you don't need a reason or a callout post about it and that's fine and healthy. so like please know that I'm saying this with no claims that I totally knew it all along and I had no deep reasons for being a hater. but I am really enjoying the latter half of the new hbomb video lmao

[weebsinstash]

consider; multiverse shenanigans with a spider!reader where they make some offhand comment about how their heat/rut is coming up soon and they'll need some volunteers to cover patrols while they're down and half the society is like 'o damn that sucks, yeah i can swing a tuesday' and the other half is like 'your WHAT is coming up???'

and it turns out that a decent chunk of the multiverse has no idea what a/b/o orientations even are and it somehow just got totally lost in translation until that very second that this was a thing. what do you mean omega???? what the fuck do you mean you just thought i was a really boring smelling beta?????????? y'all motherfuckers are SNIFFING PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

now consider a miguel that is not from an a/b/o verse hearing about this and doing a little research to figure out exactly what a heat/rut is and just getting sucked down a rabbit hole and going feral for the idea that you're going to be in a highly suggestible and vulnerable state for nearly a WEEK and he's going to miss it!!! he didn't get invited!!!! what the fuck!!! the man spends a solid 48 hrs immersed in really bad multiversal porn and comes out the other end hungover and weeping that he nearly missed out on this

so he takes it upon himself to do a little rearranging, some scheduling, some scheming, and lo and behold you find yourself stuck in this crappy half-built nest in nueva york with miguel, who has no real idea how he's supposed to actually perform for you while ur like this and is just making it up as he goes- and totally ignoring the cultural and consent issues he's digging up doing this bc its biology right? so its fine? people in ur universe do this all the time, he has no idea why ur complaining just let him help u out jeez-

Some rando Spiderperson intending to be transphobic: --and they want us to accept everyone as whatever they say they wanna be now, as if men can get pregnant!

Reader, without skipping a beat: what the actual fuck are you talking about, my father carried me and my siblings for 6 months

Miguel is just starting to know you and is actively trying to learn more about you and one day you just, I dunno, you two do a mission together and he gives you praise and you just look at him with a big smile 😊 and your ass straight up PURRS for a few moments and he's just like 🥺❤️ gatito... ❤️

The man sees you talking to Jess and Peter B one day and O'Hara is watching from a distance because he's, awkward and not sure how to approach you, and suddenly his super hearing can pick up someone in the room talking idly about you, or even explaining ABO stuff to another person. "Yeah, see em over there, holding Peter Bs kid? Those Omega always have nurturing instincts. It's cause they're wired to spit out tons of babies. They're the breeders. They even have natutal pheromones to calm down their mates and friends and children" and suddenly Miguel's ears are burning "youre tellin me my darling might wants lots of little babies running around? Fantastic."

Mexican/Irish and also Catholic Miguel who wants one of those STUPID HUGE families where people have at least 6 kids and it's like "oh a typical Omega pregnancy usually has at least two or three babies in one go and theyre shorter than normal human pregnancies huh? Interesting :)"

Some members of the Spider Society are like "why is Miguel kind of lowkey being a dick to me all the time now" oh well its very simple you see, Miguel read your file and found out you're an Alpha and you share this weird connection and also natural biological attraction to HIS lil honeybee and He Hates You Now. Fuck off out his house and don't let him see you talking to his baby or else

He gets really close to you one day, I mean like physically, or hey maybe emotionally too, and he's hugging you and he gets a whiff of your scent and it's something he can't even describe, something that has a carnal biological effect on his where he just wants to keep holding you and hearing your voice like a drug, like it's oxytocin on crack, and suddenly in true scientist fashion he's researching you, your universe, its history, its medicine, its culture.

Can't help but imagine a Miguel who goes full yandere and gives no fucks about doing what he wants for darling and splices his DNA with Alpha DNA so he can officially claim you as a mate, scenting, knotting, and everything. Lyla gives you instructions to meet him in a specific place and it turns out he's been experimenting on himself and he's deep in a rut and suddenly your knees are getting pushed into your chest and you're getting passionately knotted and filled up by a grunting growling purring Miguel who's leaving love bites and kisses all over your skin, just, his size alone would make him hard to get away from, you don't even need to add Alpha instincts and being able to track your pheromones on top of that 😳

Miguel "just let me 'help you as a friend'" O'Hara who tracked when your next heat was going to kick in and maybe even drugged you so it comes at a specific time and he makes it where the two of you are together or even trapped or something when it happens and, here he is, "oh just let me help you, isn't it hurting" but like. We all know it's because he wants to. Like could you even imagine he's, you know, using his fingers and he goes to remove his pants or free himself or whatever and you're just like "no I'll get pregnant" and he just kind of has a Microsoft error window in his brain because it's like. Oh you'll get almost DEFINITELY pregnant? Guaranteed? You're trying to tell the man you dont want to and instead at least internally he's like "promise? 👉👈"

[luimagines]

I saw that one asker with the Twilight x soulmate!Reader, and it reminded me of this old Au I had of the boys I've completely forgotten and now would like to share :D

Back when I first got into Linked Universe, I strongly headcannoned that Wild was Twilight's descendant. Mostly based on how Twilight helped Wild in BOTW, following how Time helped Twilight. Just like a little family tradition, I guess. Anyway, Wild had two wolves helping him on his adventure, Wolfie and Goldie (Wild isn't very creative). Twilight was like a mother hen while Goldie kept some distance but showed his care in different ways. They had appeared before Wild woke up and were by his side since the beginning. Wild had figured out the wolves weren't as they seemed fairly quickly. They just acted odd, sometimes if the light caught them right Wild could see through them, and also the spirit fires he saw from the late king's spirit surrounded the wolves at random times when they thought he wasn't looking. So, some wolf ghosts to add to his ghost collection.

However, when it comes to traveling with the other Links, he was very confused upon seeing Wolfie. A much younger looking Wolfie at that. It was weird to see Twilight was Wolfie, and it made him wonder why Twilight decided to help him on his quest. Time passes, and the gang starts to get to know each other, but Wild can't help but wonder, where is Goldie? Wild never tells anyone much about the wolves, but he tries to figure out if any of the others could possibly be Goldie.

Sadly, that's sort of where it drops off. I never got to any sort of conclusion and reveal. I do remember the whole goal was Wild trying to figure out the mystery of the wolves, fluffy family bonding with the other Links, ad eventually a fluffy reveal that Time, Twilight, and Wild are blood related.

I may pick this up again :) A lot of my ideas, notes, and drawings were lost when my old laptop bit the dust.

Oh, that's cute!! I like that a lot. XD

I've seen a lot of stories with Twilight as Wolfie and Wild because that's borderline canon, but I don't think I've seen any of them add Time into the mix.

I'm sorry to hear that most of the plot is lost now though. I would love to hear if had anything else planned. Like the other boy's reactions to the reveal or the moment when Wild would have learned that Twilight was Wolfie. Or when he learned that they were related.

I know you said you didn't actually get that far in the end, but I think it would still be fun to spit ball.

[macsimagines]

I'd like to request Souya, Hanma, and Shion handling their partner giving them the silent treatment, like they've been ignored for a few days at this point.

OOOOOO I hate the silent treatment.

Yandere!Souya

Angry? More like sad-baby. You won't talk to him ever since he and his brother went out all night and he hadn't bothered to even text you.

He didn't think you'd be mad! He said sorry a billion times... He's gonna cry if you don't tell him you love him soon.

Everything he says or does is met with an indifferent grunt from you. Finally breaks down. "Why won't you talk to me!? What do I need to do? I can't take it anymore, honey please!"

Finally you look at him and tell him. "I'm not allowed to go hang out with my friends past 8, but you get to go out all night? Screw you, Souya."

That makes something in him snap. He doesn't hit you. Never would lay a finger on you. But he's throwing items and breaking glass all around the house.

When everything is said and done, he looks down to see you shaking in fear on the floor. Without thinking he embraces you. "Sorry, baby I'm so sorry."

Yandere!Hanma

Dosen't care at first and ignores you right back. He didn't do anything wrong. You were acting like a bitch and he told you as much. Ok so you didn't like it when he called you that but if the shoe fits!

Weeks goes by though. And finally he shows up at your place ready to forgive your bullshit but then he opens the door to find. Some other fucking guy.

"What the hell is this, Y/N?" He asks his voice low and dangerous, "None of your business Hanma. Now leave." You spit ready to throw him out.

But he doesn't budge just looks at you with something in his eyes that you don't recognize. "I don't let you throw a fucking fit and you think you can cheat on me?"

Oh? Fuck that. He called you a bitch you'll show him a bitch. "You don't get to cuss me out in front of all your douchey friends, not apologize or talk to me and then still think we're dating! FUCK YOU. I'm moving on and I want you gone!"

Wrong answer. Good for you growing a pair, too bad it's gonna cost this other guy a few broken bones. And when Hanma is done with him he turns to you, Grabbing you by your hair and dragging you out of the apartment. Looks like someone neeeds a reminder of what happens to people who cross him.

Yandere!Shion

Didn't know you ignoring him. Didn't really care either. It had been a month since you hit him up. Usually you're up his ass. Finds you with some douchebag at a cafe and loses his shit.

Makes a total scene. Flipping the table and throwing the guy around like a rag doll. Grabbing you by the forearm and dragging you back to his place.

"The fuck was that huh!?" he screams tossing you onto the bed. "You just up and cheat whenever you get bored, bitch? IS THAT IT!?"

You're in tears, shoving him away trying to crawl further up his mattress to get some distance. "You're the one that got bored! I was the only one ever trying! I thought you'd at least reach out to me but you never did! You didn't want me!"

He thinks about it. Ok so maybe he wasn't the best boyfriend. He didn't know how to be a good one alright? But he'll learn. Eerily gets calm.

"Ok. I get it. I need to try harder." Congratulations. You could never get the guy to give you attention now you'll never get him to leave you alone....

[astarionfreak]

Palisade afternoon

// Ascended Astarion (evil) x Fem!Reader (Durge)

How long did you spend planning your escape only for it to fail? Astarion has bound you to him, body and soul. He has complete control. You are helpless as he takes advantage of you.

18+ • NSFW • 5K words (1/1) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

This is 5k words of smut and horror. It's is a scene idea that was cut from "Exile (Or: How you learned to stay)". You don't need to read Exile to read this. You do need to read the warnings though.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. (All warnings in tags.)

Tags: Smut, Dark, Fear, Rape, Mind Control, Orgasm Denial, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Thigh Bites, Inappropriate object as dildo, Spit As Lube, Threats of pregnancy.

The dress you’re meant to wear to the party is hanging near the bed. It’s beautiful. You hate it.

So you pace the room instead of getting ready. Every few seconds you glance under the bed to where you’ve hidden a wooden stake. You can’t see it, but just knowing it’s there makes you uneasy.

It’s a plan. It’s freedom. Alternatively, it’s punishment. It’s death. No, not death, something far worse. If you try to kill him and fail — he won’t kill you, he’ll forgive you. His forgiveness is far more terrifying than the peace death promises.

Astarion’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Something the matter, little love?”

You spin on your heels to face him. You didn’t hear him arrive, you never do. He’s impossibly quiet, and always around when you think you’re alone.

“I thought you’d be busy all afternoon,” you say.

Your voice is quiet, weak. Pathetic. What were you thinking? Preparing that stake. You struggle to speak up to him. You can’t fight him. You certainly can’t kill him.

“Yes, well, I always make time for you.” Astarion turns to face the floor-length mirror. He begins to unbutton his doublet.

You know better than to ask what he’s doing here. So you bite your tongue. Your silence does not go unnoticed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my pet,” he says.

You don’t want to speak, but his command pulls a half-truth from your tongue. “I’m not going tonight.”

He laughs softly, still staring at himself in the mirror. “Is that so?”

You nod. “Yes. I’m not going. It’s been decided.”

“And who made that decision?” He slips out of his doublet and lays it out on the dresser. He smooths his hand over his undershirt before turning to face you.

You curl your fists into tight little balls. “I decided.” The magic you once wielded with these very hands is lost to you. You’re defenseless against him. Against anyone. You’re so weak.

He laughs again. This time it sends a chill up your spine.

“That’s very cute.” He stalks toward you from the other side of the room, quickly closing the distance between you. “Perhaps I should clarify, you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Your heart thrashes against your chest. Your face and neck flush red with anxious arousal. “You can’t make me go.”

“I can, and you will. Would you like to know why?” he asks.

No. You should run, shouldn’t you? But your feet won’t move. Fear. That’s what this is, and it has you frozen in place.

Astarion is so close that the warmth of him envelops you, pulling you in even deeper. Hands that were once cold, that once touched you with some semblance of kindness, are warm and caress your face in a way that fills you with terror.

You try to pull away from him, but your body just won’t listen to you. “I’ll hurt you if you make me go,” you hiss.

He laughs at your empty threat. “With what, little bird? Your magic? Your hands? You’re far too weak.”

Astarion takes your hands in his and squeezes your fingers just tight enough to hurt. “Would you like to try to kill me now? I’ll even help you.”

He releases his grip and shoves you back. Astarion never leaves your space, always closer and closer, as you stumble back — even when your legs bump against the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead, collect what you’ve hidden beneath our bed.” He stares down at you with a look of pure malice.

Ice runs through your veins when you realize that he knows. How long? How long has he known?

“Feeling shy now? Really? Fine.” He lowers himself — each of his movements are calculated, calm, and threatening as he swiftly removes the wooden stake from under the bed. He takes your hand once more, places the stake firmly in your palm, and forces your trembling fingers to close around it.

The wood is incredibly smooth and certainly strong enough for the task at hand. You’re just not sure if you’re strong enough.

No. You know you’re not strong enough.

“Here’s your chance, darling,” he sneers. “I’ve been, oh, so, curious if something so simple could really hurt me.”

Is he talking about the stake or is he talking about you?

Continue reading on AO3.

[neteyummydrabbles]

glistening drops of honey [part 5]

pairing: neteyam x fem human reader warnings: cringe, one-sided sexual tension words: 618

devour part 4 here:

the next day, i was to learn how to arch my back. neteyam brought me a yeeyee looking bow and arrow, and said, "you better learn to protect yourself out here. i gasped sorrowfully, "b-but... won't you be there to protect me...?? :(" a chuckle escaped his plump lips, "keep dreaming", he nervously quivered and broke eye contact, looking at his yummy feet instead of my delicately seductive gaze. as he shifted closer to my body, stood behind me, and placed his martial palm on my deteriorating vertebral column. he put his hand over mine, guiding me to aim at the target. i could feel his warm, raspy breath against my neck. my neck hairs stood up and so did his cock. i intertwined my digits with his, as our breathing synchronized.

i let go, flinging my arrow into the distance. it landed kilometres away from the target on the tree, resulting in hysterical laughter pouring out of neteyam's rugged larynx. "heyeyyeyyey :(((" i exclaimed giddily. "it's only my first try...... and besid- besides..... i'm a l-little distracted...'' my gaze shifted to his chiseled greek-god like body.. "you know what i mean, d-d-don't you??" a puzzled expression met my serenading ogle- "no, i don't, actually- and i'd like it to stay that way. now back to practice."

"ugh", i groaned. i wondered which of one of my charms would be able to break through his tough exterior. why was he not weak in the knees, even hypnotised by my seductive tone and scintillating comebacks? i scoffed, returning to practice. maybe obeying his commands would get him to notice my exotic presence. this time, i aimed straight for the target, letting go of my previous conquests of neteyam's cock heart.

our vulnerable archery session was interrupted by the sound of hooves clicking into the field. a crispy groan escaped neteyam's mouth. "ugh, not again, sylwa'nin! you and bi' tsyal always roaming around patrolling everyone-". "well..." a shrill firm voice echoed, "someone's got to make sure y'all lazy madams do your jobs." my eyes roamed to the duo- bi'tsyal was tall, around neteyam's height, with strikingly strong eyebrows. sylwa'nin, on the other hand, was rather short for a na'vi , though she seemed to be standing tensely to exaggerate her height. the stiff posture pronounced her biceps, as she stared condescendingly at my dainty build. "yea bois, we gotta report to sir, alrightty?" bi- whatever his name was- voiced. "got a problem?" neteyam looked over to my confused and timid expression, reminiscent of the helpless newborn birds that flew away upon sylwa'nin's intimidating arrival. "oh." he sighed, unimpressed. i braced myself for the witty comeback that i knew was to follow. "i know you're into old dudes, but sucking up to my dad isn't going to change the bloodline." i smirked, proud of my man, as i looked sylwa'nin and bi'tsyal up and down. my striking gape was halted as realisation dawned upon me. did he say- dad??

jake sully, the legend , was neteyam's father??!!?? the very man i had been captivated by on my pandorian ventures was the son of none other than toruk makto- the na'vi gods must have blessed me !!! no wonder neteyam was so hot.

sylwa'nin scoffed violently and bi'tsyal coughed fervently, as their spit flew onto the grass, serving as fertiliser for the parched vegetation. they walked away, knowing nothing would meet the standards of the shame they just endured. as the sun began to set, tinging my cheeks with a hint of dreamy orangey red, neteyam remarked, "guess that concludes today." i sighed, knowing i would have to wait a full eight hour rem cycle before i could be engulfed in neteyam's breath and banter once again.

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[rocicrew]

“a lingering kiss before/after a long trip apart” for holden/amos 🥺 maybe a drabble or something!

kissing prompts

Holden was acting jittery. 

That wasn’t anything new. Hell, it was closer to his natural state than calm Holden was. But it also meant he probably wanted to say something and didn’t know how to say it, or found something new to stress about and was tearing himself up for it. Amos had no clue why he’d put himself through that. But then again, there were many things that others did and he didn’t understand.

“Just spit it out, Cap,” he said when he finally got enough of Holden pacing up and down the galley.

A part of him hoped that this whole thing didn’t involve him changing his mind about Clarissa. Hoped. Shit, that was new.

At least, that’d pulled him out of it. But he, still, wouldn't say what he was thinking. He was avoiding eye contact, which wasn't as usual with them, and it bothered Amos how he couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

When Holden, finally, did speak, his voice came out shaky. “When the rocks hit Earth, I knew logically if there was anyone that would survive it’d be you,” he exhaled sharply and only now, dared to look him in the eyes. “But every day that passed without contact, not knowing if you are dead or alive…”

Amos wasn't entirely sure why Holden was putting himself through this. Things had sucked, and being away from the crew had affected him more than he could have imagined but it was over. They were back. Most of them, anyway. There was no point in digging into those painful memories.

Although, he'd learned a while back that it was better to let Cap talk it out. It wouldn't be the first time he freaked out over Amos nearly dying. So, he listened. 

“I tried to push it aside because there were a million other things to worry about and I couldn't do anything about it. But seeing you again brought it all back and,” he cut himself off like it was hard to say. The look Holden gave him reminded him of Ilus. Desperate and pained and Amos wanted to wipe it off his face immediately.

“I don't know what I'd fucking do if I lost you.”

As soon as Holden said the words, he grimaced because he felt like an asshole. Alex's death felt like a cave inside him, but even the thought of losing Amos or Naomi made it near impossible to breathe. Losing them would be like losing parts of himself. And the guilt for even feeling that made the cave bigger. 

Now he didn't have the distraction of the protomolecule he was chasing all the time they were apart. And every feeling he'd tried, as much as he could, not to feel all this time apart, came rushing to him all at once.

It was overwhelming. 

The lump in his throat had returned and kept growing inside and he feared it'd slowly swallow him whole. 

The hand on his shoulder nearly startled him. He hadn't noticed when Amos had crossed the distance between. But the touch was enough to ground him some. 

“You won't lose me, Jim. 've told you before, I'm the last man standing." 

Jim. That only ever came up if either of them were about to die. Or if Amos wanted to please him. 

“You almost never call me that," Holden argued weakly, betting it was the latter and trying not to focus on everything he spilled out prior. 

He still felt his heart nearly beating out of his chest, but instead of the loss and helplessness, he tried focusing on Amos' steady presence. On the way his muscles flexed when he touched him, the short distance between their bodies, and his intense blue eyes that searched every inch of his face. 

The exact moment his gaze briefly lowered to his lips.

Suddenly, Holden leaped forward, crushing his lips against Amos in a desperate manner. He could've died. Amos could've died and Holden could've lost him.

The fragility of it all, always hit harder in the moments before. This was the first time he felt so frantic after.

Amos reciprocated, pulling him flush against him and kissing him with the same intensity. 

Moment by moment his anxiety faded with Amos's tight hold on him. The grip on his shirt and hip was nearly tight enough to hurt, his steady torso against Holden's, and the feeling of those soft lips he loved so much against his, grounded him like nothing else. 

Every time he felt like he was about to float away, Amos grounded him better than mag boots. He didn't know if it was the fact they were both from Earth that did it. It's not like they had similar life experiences anyway. So Holden was inclined to think it was just who the mechanic was.

His best friend, his rock, his… lover. 

Funny how he'd describe Naomi the same way. He needed all of them like he needed air. 

The part of his heart that belonged to Naomi had come back weeks ago. The other that Amos had, was just now returning after all that separation. Brought back by their closeness. 

His lips lingered, catching up on all the contact they'd been missing. It wasn't like their usual ones. Sure they'd kissed desperately and passionately before, but they'd been fast, hungry kisses chasing their need to touch each other. 

Now that the desperation had faded, it seemed like neither of them wanted to pull back and be separated from each other again. That was new, and Holden wanted to take advantage of every second of it.

His arms wrapped around Amos's shoulders in a last attempt to prolong their touch and the contact was burned into his brain. Amos was here, alive, home. Not everything was lost. He could breathe again.

When they eventually pulled back, Holden's eyes took a minute to flutter open. 

“I'm right here,” Amos said softly, patting Holden's side. He took it as a sign to pull back from the embrace. They'd already been holding on to each other longer than Holden expected, anyway.

“Welcome back,” Holden breathed out, this time laughter shaking his voice instead of anxiety, almost as if he said something ridiculous and the sanest thing he'd ever uttered at the same time.

[accultant]

❝ I have a question for you. ❞

Pause. 

Very quickly, as to avoid startling them, he adds, ❝ It's not a heavy question. At least I don't think it is ⸻ ❞ 

Gods, who is he kidding ？Every question is a heavy question when you're the Darlingtons. 

❝ ⸻ It's just, uh- just something that's been on my mind recently. ❞

Recently meaning the past six months. They haven't seen each other for six months. Not since Puck all but forced them to part ways. He hopes Iago understands why he did it now. He thinks they do. ( Surely they must. They look so much happier now. Greeted him with the warmest embrace they've ever shared. ) 

❝ Before I, um . . . ❞ His voice becomes a sheepish mumble, ❝ Before I lost my memories ⸻ ❞

Great. Talk about heavy. 

His mouth feels dry. His index & thumb nervously tug on the other hand's fingers as Puck fidgets. He clears his throat, not quite able to look his twin in the eye for once. There's a faint, pinkish tint to his cheeks now.

❝ Did I ever- Have I ever, um . . . Ever explored the concept of femininity ？❞

Iago recognizes the hesitation in his voice, and by the hasty reassurance, the caution is evident too. They understand, and they do appreciate the concern, but it still stings how their conversations can so quickly turn into a downward spiral - at least they're both aware of it. And Iago has - they're proud to admit - gotten better about that whole spiraling thing. They're still quite prone to it, but at least now they can simply feel that aforementioned sting and carry on without feeling like they're preemptively drowning.

Besides, they haven't spoken to their twin in what feels like ten years, it'll be hard to really get them down at the moment. Which - they are not proud to admit - is a sharp contrast to Month One Without Puck that they will not speak of with him; there was a lot of throwing things and cursing his name and mental breakdowns centering around being forced to exist as only one half of a set of twins - forced to exist as themselves. But there's something to say about distance and the heart growing fonder, or in the twins' case, the heart learning to grow despite and specifically without the other. The heart growing fond of itself, maybe?

Six months later, Iago feels a bit silly about their initial reaction to Puck's proposal to go separate ways. And they claim they're supposed to be the smart one...

They planned to thank him for that, actually, as soon as they figure out a more concise way to say 'I know I had a really bad reaction to it at first, but thank you for leaving me, I know it wasn't easy but I understand why it had to be done and I'm glad you were strong enough to make that choice because I don't think I could've done it myself and I'm sorry for how I handled it initially except I'm not really sorry because I'm trying to be better about accepting and expressing my emotions so I do think my reaction was valid, if not proof as to why we need to do this, but I still want to apologize if I made it any harder than it needed to be because-'

Yes. They'd say all of that once they can fit it into just a sentence or two.

They bump his shoulder with theirs when he starts to mumble sheepishly and lightly chide him, "You're fine, Puck, just spit it out."

Then his demeanor seems to change from cautious to truly nervous and Iago has to tilt forward a little just to keep a look at his face. Is he blushing-

Finally getting to the point, his question earns a quiet, "Oh-" out of Iago. That isn't where they expected him to go.

They sit back up, letting their twin have some privacy without watching his cheeks redden any further. They still lean their shoulder against his, though.

"No," they start simply.

"But..." They spare him another glance before starting to fidget on their own, pretending to be interested in their bracelet. "Specifically in that you vehemently avoided it." Another glance. "To a point."

"Our parents were endlessly patient and very gentle with us both. Once they started to notice my-" they gesture vaguely. "Discomfort with my own femininity, they were quick to help find what else would work for me. We were still somewhat young. Naturally, they asked you about it next. It upset you, I think. When I asked you about it, you were very adamant to being a boy. Just a boy. A little gentleman, to be precise."

They reach up to comb their fingers through his white hair. "It was after that when we stopped matching hairstyles so much. You didn't like the bows anymore and wore it shorter. A few times, I brought it up again. You always listened to my experience, of course. Having the freedom from any particular label has always been what suits me best - I don't do well with expectation, never have. I could tell you more about it now if you would like - but anyway, you always listened to me. Turning the topic back on you made for a very short conversation."

They tuck a strand behind his hair and lean forward to look around at his face again, "I take it that's been on your mind?"

[lipglosscherrybomb]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝐌.𝐖 ☆

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𓆩♡

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩),𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛,𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜. <3

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

“you look so pretty right now.” he says, in between kisses.

you and your boyfriend had been making out for the past hour. something that had become a daily occurrence ever since you both started dating. you’d mostly do it in your room since your parents were hardly ever around, but today mike invited you over to his house instead. well, mrs. wheeler had.

mike explained the random invitation in vague details. saying she just wanted to meet you and get to know you better. mike figured you’d just come over a little bit earlier than planned considering his parents wouldn’t be there yet. give you two a head start.

you giggled as his hand traveled down to your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin, not daring to separate your lips.

“shut up.” you replied. pulling him even closer to you.

he pulls back quickly, you knew where that was going. you laugh, pulling back into a small distance.

“ i don't wanna touch you too much baby” mike sings along to your favorite song, ‘love bites’ by def leppard. you showed it to him a few weeks ago and ever since then he’s been obsessed with it. his logic went something like ‘if you like it then i like it.’ you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s singing. noting the fact that even though he wasn’t even trying, he still sounded good. he pauses to look at you, nudging you so you’d sing along too.

you roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but you knew the smile on your face was a huge giveaway already. “cause making love to you might drive me crazy” you sing along this time. noticing the fact that your boyfriend sounded ten times better than you did. you look at him with a smirk and squinted your eyes.

“what? you don’t like it?” he laughed. noting your reaction. you look around his basement, pretending to think about his question. “nah.” you replied, trying your hardest to stay serious even though you knew you couldn’t. and not even seconds after, you burst out laughing, which made mike laugh as well.

“what?” he asks in between giggles. confused as to why you were laughing so much.

“no, no. nothing…” you trail off. it was so difficult to speak when he was right there in front if you, being adorable as always. so you decided to just stop talking at all. you lean in once more, him mimicking your action and letting your lips connect as the song faded into the background.

he takes the kiss a little further, gesturing for you to get on top of him. you silently agree, slowly getting on top to straddle his lap. once you do, he pulls away to get a quick glance at you.

“you’re hot.” he said. giving you a smirk. his hands finding their way to your hips. “yeah? so are you.” you reply in a small giggle, feeling embarrassed about him calling you hot, as if he hasn’t called you that a thousand times before.

he leaned back in, reconnecting your lips and redirecting your hand (which was resting on his shoulder) to his hair, something which you’d come to learn was a sign for you to play with his hair while you made out.

“hey, mike.” you hear a voice come from behind you. and god knows you’ve never flown across the room faster in your entire life. your heart basically beating out of your chest from the jumpscare that turned out to be nancy wheeler. “when you guys wanna quit making out, mom’s making dinner. she wants to meet y/n.”

“do NOT tell her she’s down here already.” mike spits out. you could swear that was the fastest you’ve ever heard him speak in your life.

“yeah, no shit.” nancy replies, running up the stairs and shutting the basement door.

you look back at mike, both of you flustered. you giggle, realizing his face was redder than yours was.

“can you sneak out and knock on the front door?” he asks, still pretty shocked.

“yeah, no problem.”

safe to say you’d never do that again.

[yandere-sins]

I see that ur request is open, u don't have to do mine (I just rly wanna see how this gonna turn out 🤡)

But may i request a yandere farmer x fem reader

(I'm not rly into any fandom so you can just pick any or Rhys is fine too 👀)

My jam, and you know what? I owe everyone named Alex something, so let me create this wonderful buff farmer!yandere named Alex who I don’t kill off this time, I promise. Enjoy!

I uh, did hint at my ideas for yandere farmers with Milo from Pokémon before so yeah. Let’s go over that again, shall we? I’ll give a warning for pet play for those unfamiliar.

Rated Lime

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It’s still early in the morning when you hear the jarring sound of the barn door opening. For a moment, you hope that all you experienced for the last few days had been a dream, but your body still aches from sleeping on the cold ground, revealing the heavy truth. You can hear the chipper, “Good morning, ladies!” as the cows start to moo in response, the unbearable smell of fecal and urine drifting towards you with the fresh air coming in from outside.

It’s time to get up, scream, do something! But you blink a few times, your swollen eyes barely opening after you cried yourself to sleep last night, and you look at the iron cuffs around your wrists. Why even trying? you ask yourself, immediately discarding the thought and pushing yourself from the floor. No, it’s too early to give up. You can’t let yourself down like this yet.

“And good morning, Sunshine.” The voice next to you makes you flinch as you look up into the chestnut eyes of your captor. He tips his cap, smiling. You’re disgusted by his presence alone, but a sweet smell comes your way. Leaning over the wooden barriers he put up as your ‘pen’, Alex holds a plate in his hands, pancakes stacking up on top of it with blueberries rolling off of them. The food is still warm, steam visibly rising from them in the colder morning air.

He looks at you expectantly when you don’t make a move, only trying to hide the saliva building in your mouth. You haven’t had a homemade breakfast in a long time, much less proper food in the last few days. There is no telling if your body can still stomach something as delicious as pancakes, but you prefer it so much more than the weird grain mix he also feeds to the cows and would shove down your throat. “Thought you might be hungry, Babe,” he smiles as he sees the desire in your eyes, his own gaze never straying from you, taking in every last flinch and move of yours.

In a way, you are like a wild animal to him, that much he told you. He restricted your movements with chains, fed you like cattle, and treated you like a dog, cooing and using the carrot and stick method to handle you. It’s disgusting, but by now, you at least feel as dirty as one. Using the fork he brought along, Alex cuts off a piece from the breakfast, eating from it first, his eyes staring into yours as he does it. Did he do it to show he didn’t poison it? Does he want to claim this plate of pancakes for himself? But why would he bring it to you in the first place if that’s the case?

Still chewing, he puts the fork down, pulling another pancake piece off the plate with his bare fingers, and holds it out to you. He was eager to lessen the distance between you and him from day one, but his dirty methods made you want to spit in his face. Stomach growling, you are at a loss of what to do. If you let him feed you like a dog, there was no way he’d keep it at that, but perhaps this was your only chance on receiving actual, human food he’d give you if you refuse him.

Your chains rattle as you scoot closer, refusing to play the captured animal and crawl on all fours. Every muscle of yours is sore and hurt from the cold, but there is no other way, the chains around your wrists and ankles keeping you down with their weight. Instead, you stretch your neck as far as possible, your back tensing up in response until your mouth is under his fingers and the piece of pancake hanging from them. But Alex doesn’t just let the food go, watching you with an excited grin as you carefully put the piece between your teeth. Only then does he let go, and you are able to claim the sweet sensation on your tongue as yours.

Eager, Alex holds out another piece, and you take it without even swallowing the first one completely. Something in you completely set out as your brain is satisfied with sugary sweet and fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth, their warmth going through your whole body. You are hooked on the rush of food, you don’t notice your tongue lapping up the syrup on his fingers with the next piece of pancake until it’s too late. But Alex notices, his lips immediately turning into a disgusting grin of self-satisfaction, and he reaches for your face, fingers curling under your chin and thumb rubbing over your cheek.

Immediately, you shy away, disgusted by his touch and disappointed in yourself that you didn’t see it coming. In the reflection of his wide-open, maniacally staring eyes, you can see how dirty and disgusting you are after living like a barn animal for days, and that is precisely how Alex sees you. An animal that he just touched for the first time. Who came to him of their own free will. To him, it is progress. To you, despair.

“Come,” he entices, luring you with more pancakes, but you feign disinterest. “Don’t be scared now. I know you like it.”

The pancakes? Yes. Him? Not at all.

“You need to eat to get big and strong, you know?”

“I’m not a baby animal,” you hiss back, putting on the meanest glare you can muster.

“You sure act like one,” Alex reminds you tauntingly, his smile unfading but his expression less amused than it had been before. “Licking at my fingers, coming to me for food. Don’t you think that’s what a good pet does? You’ve been holed up in your corner for too long. You should be more grateful for my efforts, just like the cows.”

Gnawing at your lip, your eyes fall from his to the pancake slowly growing cold. Only now do you realize he has been feeding you with these fingers of his without your knowledge if they were dirty or clean. Being a farmer, you never know where he puts them before approaching you, and you grow more disgusted for having fallen into this trap he had laid out for you.

Suddenly, for the first time, you hear him sigh. Even when he scratched his head and wondered what to do with you before, he never once had sighed. Somehow, it makes you shudder, a bad feeling spreading in your stomach as he hangs his head, shaking it.

“I’m not asking much, you know. Here’s the deal.” His eyes are ice-cold as he looks up again, and Alex roughly throws the piece of pancake to the floor right in front of you. It no longer looks appetizing, but you are more afraid of the man before you than the wasted food. “Eat it,” he orders commandingly, fitting this whole scenario he imagines you two to play in.

“Ew, no--” you want to protest, furrowing your brows when he interrupts you harshly by throwing the whole plate, including the pancakes, to the ground inside your pen. “In less than an hour, your whole fucking pen will be swarmed by ants. But I’ve got something better for you.”

Pointing to the piece of food before you, Alex repeats, “Eat it,” and this time, you don’t dare to respond. “Eat, and you can come inside with me.”

At this, your ears perk up, eyes widening. “I-Inside?” you ask, doubting that he meant what he said. “Yeah. I prepared a nice box for you in the house, warm and cozy. Clean water and a hot shower included, but I need to know that you are willing to listen to me, you understand?”

Body trembling, you sit there like a deer in the headlights. This is too good to be true, and you fear how high the price is that you’d have to pay if agreed. Listening to him can’t possibly be the only thing he’d want once you were inside, but you watch as the first few flies come over from the cows, wanting to get a piece of the delicious breakfast wasted on the ground. You’d have no peace if you stayed here - never.

Your hand reaches out but just as quickly pulls back. “What will we do inside?” you squeak, unable to control your anxious stuttering. Now that Alex’s lips curl back into a smile, you see his sinister side for the first time. He is leaning casually onto the barricade, but his whole demeanor changed into something horrifying, something that gives you the vibes of a sick and twisted person more than ever. “Don’t ask, just decide. Eat and come inside with me, or stay here between cows, piss, and shit. Maybe you can be useful for milk production?”

The pure horror of thinking about what that fate would entail makes you go weak, and in less than a few seconds, you had gobbled up the piece of pancake, stuffing it into your mouth. Immediately you feel the recoil of your body after doing something so disgusting, but you hold back from spitting it out, already having come so far. “Good girl,” he praises you in a belittling tone like you’d use for pets and children. Opening up your pen by unlocking the many locks he had put on for safety, Alex doesn’t mind the food on the ground, neither slipping on it and breaking his neck like you hoped for, nor having shards of the plate go through his boots.

“Give me your hand,” he asks, holding his own out until you slowly lift yours into his. The chains are way too heavy, but the fear keeps you working even though your wrists are open wounds from the chafing cuffs. “Good,” he keeps praising, repeating the progress for your other hand. “You’re learning so quickly, look at you. Attagirl!”

You don’t dare to rub your bleeding wrists as they are finally free, but a giant boulder falls from your heart as you feel relief set in. “Damn, you do need a good bath, though,” Alex mutters as he sits down beside you, proceeding to uncuff your ankles. You feel a sense of shame, not being able to smell yourself anymore but not wanting to imagine it either.

Finally, you are free of all restrains, but before you can try doing anything funny, Alex picks you up in his arms, his broad chest in front of your face and the smell of aftershave and sweat filling your nose. You didn’t know that was how he smelled. After all, he brought you here unconscious, and when you woke up, you were already in this shitty pen, cuffed and gagged for the first two days.

“Feeling good?” he asks you as he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, not much left of your spiteful self that would scream and curse at him before. You nod slowly, not looking up. Looking at him from close-up might cause you to puke after all, and you’ve worked too hard to get to this point. Alex gives you a rough, scolding shake, and you instinctively grip onto his shirt. “Tell me.”

“Yes...” you mumble, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, and Alex gives you another sigh before shrugging lightly and adjusting you in his arms. “That’s something we can work on,” he promises you for another time, and you keep your head low as he carries you outside.

It’s been way too long that you saw the morning dew on the grass, fog covering the fields in the distance, and the sun only starting to fully rise above you. It makes you look up in awe, unknowingly being observed by a curious pair of eyes from above. Being outside again almost makes the trouble worth it, and you are able to find happiness in this small victory.

But you have yet to grasp the consequences of your decision. Even if it looked great in the image you had in your mind, you aren’t aware of the state of the house inside, what was waiting for you behind the pretty facade of a farmer’s home. The demands he has of you that Alex had yet to reveal and how eager he was to train his adorable little darling. Make you just as dependant and obsessed with him as his animals were, while you’d share their place at the end of the bed for a long time.

And you didn’t even know about the collar yet.

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A/N: Oh god, I haven’t written anything in the present tense for a loooong time. I hope it was readable! Sorry in advance if I messed up occasionally, I tried to get everything sorted out properly... >_< Still, a very enjoyable write and I hope the read as well!

[meatmuncherlol]

Adventures of 9 year old Kizaru, 6 year old Akainu, and Baby Aokiji part 2

*After robbing the village*

K: Wasn't that fun?

A: NO! IT WASN'T! Its a disgrace to us future marines to rob an innocent village!

K: Hey calm down a bit, we're still kids so we're still not marines yet. We can do whatever we want!

A: You have a point..

Bb A: *babbling noises*

K: Oh look! Kuzan is deciding to speak

A: I could care less. Anyways, we got food for the past couple of weeks. Now we just need a spot to set up camp

K: I saw a pond earlier that has a clear spot where there's freshly cut trees

A: Great! Lead the way!

*They arrive at the spot*

A: Borsalino, you get firewood and water, I'll get camping stuff

K: How about Kuzan? We can't just leave him here!

A: Then you take him

K: I can't! My hands will be packed with stuff!

A: Fine I'll take him.

K: Goodie!

A: Hey Kuzan.. c'mere boy

K: You're calling him to you like he's a dog..

A: Shut up lemon head! See? He likes me, he's crawling towards me

A: Yeah c'mon a little closer, that's right!

*Bb A crawls into Akainu's hands*

A: See? He likes me!

A: Ain't that right Kuza-

*Bb A bites Akainu's hands*

A: OW! WHY YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

K: *giggling*

A: DON'T JUST STAND THERE LEMON HEAD! GET HIM OFF OF MY HAND!

K: Alright, alright, chill

*Kizaru removes Bb A from Akainu's hand*

A: YOU LITTLE SHIT-

K: Hey language! You know how babies are! They copy whatever someone says or do!

A: Whatever idc.. I'll get water and camp stuff while u only get firewood with him, good idea?

K: Yep! Meet again here on this spot!

*After 15 minutes, they arrive*

K: I'm back with firewood!

A: I found some tents and camping stuff, but no water

K: Why?

A: I couldn't find any fresh water, only salt water.

K: Well that's a shame, guess we're gonna be dehydrated.

A: Wait! Kuzan ate a Devil fruit that's ice right?

K: Yeah? Why?

A: We could use his ice and my magma to melt the ice into water!

K: Genius! I'll talk to him since he hates you, obv

A: I'll set up the fire with my magma

K: Alright Kuzan, why don't you use your fruit to give us water?

Bb A: *babbling*

K: C'mon now, if u don't do it then we will- uh- reincarnate as ghosts from thirst!

Bb A: *still babbling*

A: OH CMON NOW JUST MAKE DAMN ICE ALREADY!

*While being surprised and frightened by Akainu's impatience, he made ice from his strong emotions and starts crying*

K: Look what u did Zuki! You made him cry!

A: Would you rather die from thirst or try and make this lost baby make ice?!

K: I'd rather take die than make a baby cry!

A: *scoffs* Whatever dumbass.. I'm gonna cook food.

*Akainu cooks food and eats while having distance on Kizaru and Bb A*

...

A: *Sigh* Fine, I'm sorry I made Kuzan cry and called you a dumbass..

K: That's all I wanted to hear, now..

K: GROUP HUG! *Literally jumps beside Akainu and does a group hug with Him, Akainu, and Bb A*

A: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! Personal space would ya?!

K: Sorry, let's go to bed

A: Kuzan is sleeping in your tent, he hates me!

K: I know, good night Zuki!

A: *sigh* U never learn now do you?

K: What do u mean?

A: After hundred times of telling u to call me Sakazuki, you still call me Zuki.

K: Because its shorter!

A: What would you do if I called you Bors?

K: I don't care, it's nice to have a nickname!

A: Enough chitchat, let's go to sleep.

K: Okay, good night for the second time Zuki!

A: Night ig, u too Kuzan.

Bb A: *spits out tongue*

*They went to bed*

Part 3 tomorrow!

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.

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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

[transcending-chaos]

“Sir, you vibes are accosting,” Blayne muttered from where he was slumped against the table in the Port-Court. His hands were securely locked around a coffee-cup, though he looked too drowsy to have taken a sip.

“Where’s Tom?” The question came out flat and agitated, spit through clenched teeth. 

“I don’t know.”

“Isn’t he your brother?”

“Isn’t he your best friend, Kalinkas?” 

“Yeah, he is, which is why I want to know how you two ended up as twins in Perim, and more importantly, why you both are now wanted bounties in the UnderWorld!”

“Oh, right. Blame Maxxor.”

“What does that have to do with any of it?”

“Didn’t you hear? We got adopted,” he feigned delight as he took a small sip from the cup, wincing immediately afterwards from the heat.

Kaz took a bit of satisfaction in that. “How did you even manage that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious,” the blind boy sighed. “I literally have no idea what happens in there, and suddenly, everyone is screaming about this, that, and all this other shit. We don’t have control, we’re not ourselves there.”

The UnderWorld Player grimaced, recalling when Tom’d once spouted something similar. “Wonder why.”

“You and me both.”

“I thought they told you guys you were part of some program?”

“Yeah, months ago. But that was it, I had no idea what we were getting into.”

“So there’s no direction?”

“As far as I know,” the other drummed his fingers against the paper cup. “If there’s something they want us to do, I don’t know what it is.”

Kaz grit his teeth, “there has to be something-“

“How many times do I have to say that I don’t know before you believe me?”

“Because there has to be a point! Why would the Masters let something go this far?!”

“Maybe because they don’t know how to fix it? Or, what if, there isn’t anything to fix?” Blayne attempted another sip, with only a slight grimace this time.

“This could start a war.”

“How?”

“You’re not from there! You’re not a Creature!”

“Oh and you’re so innocent, Mr. ‘I challenged the King of the UnderWorld for his reign’.”

The redhead paled, “how do you know about that?”

“People talk. But you shouldn’t throw stones in a glass house, Kaz.”

“Hey, mine was an accident.”

“And what about ours? What makes you think we did it on purpose? I don’t know what Rhune does b-“

“Oh it has a name?”

“Yes, he does-“

“It’s a disguise, not an identity!”

Blayne spat something coarse in response, but he didn’t understand it. It wasn’t English, and it didn’t sound like the Irish he’d heard the other curse in before.

Kaz huffed -an idea surfacing to the forefront of his mind. "Oh, so you can swear in Perimian, now. Tell me, is that something you learned from your fake persona?" There, that should do it. 'Come on, take the bait. Admit it's all bullshit.'

The blind boy stood up, teeth gritted, snarling something in the inhuman language, shaking his head as if to clear it. He braced his hands against the table.

"Stop it, Kalinkas," his entire accent had changed, each word seemed to have been deliberately forced out, like he was struggling to speak English.

The UnderWorld Player felt like a stone was dropped into his stomach. That was too weird.

"I don't have answers for you," the accent was thicker, his voice deeper, breaking slightly. A hint of something wild, inhuman, was starting to sneak into it. "Neither does Thasa, Majors, my brother, whatever."

A cold prickling sensation ran up the redhead's spine as the other stifled a tremor.

"We're doing the best we can," he didn't sound like Blayne anymore. "I don't know what's wanted from us. From you, the Masters, anyone."

He took a step back, "okay," he offered meekly. "I'm going to leave now, so, uh, calm down?"

The brunette gave a curt nod and forced himself back down into his seat, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Kaz eyed him warily before turning away and hurriedly putting some distance between them. 'What's doing that to him? God, is that happening to Tom?' Were the Masters really doing that to his best friend?

What was going on?

[kazuhasbunny]

Giiiirl, imagine you are on Baal's side, you are a general and commanding an army against the rebels' own general, Gorou.

You are all cocky and confident, your years of experience just keeping you aware enough so you won't be consumed by your pride. But oh, your face, when after all of those carefully thought out strategies and intensive training, you end up losing to that mutt.

He is insufferable. Even though his face and body is caked in a mixture only war can give-- blood, sweat and dirt, his smile is the biggest, smuggest thing you have ever seen in your life as a warrior. It does not help that you are on your knees, back stretching forward as the grip he has on your jaw tugs you up with such a force you won't ever believe an archer, a long distance fighter, would posses. The bodies of both sides lay scattered on the defiled land, but the purple spots decorate the most, as his last men stand straight and proud behind him, just as yours do, but the lack the attentiveness. Their tired and bored countenance ticks you in a wrong way. Why they don't look happy by this result?

Does your failure was already predicted? As if this end was something that was already calculated. Taken in account.

The man holding your jaw in a bruising grip let go of you, a mere blink of respite as the next second your left cheek explodes in pain, your vision swaggers for a second as you fall on your right side from the streght of that blow. You shut your eyes and concentrate on your breathing; the fight left you completely drained, as much as your brain screamed at you to stand up and attack that man, your bones and muscles protested as you tensed in hopes of getting up, but ultimately you only made yourself look pitiful.

Gorou turns to were his men are, his gaze lingering for a second on your laughable attempt. His focus switches to the army as he starts to pace from one side to the other, the victory was already decided, but the energy from the feat itself brought a surge of emotions within him.

Another quick glance at you, and something on his mind switched. He was wondering what to do with you; killing you off felt as a meaningless action, as the Shogun won't care for someone as low as yourself. You only were deployed to fight against them to gain time for the real force, to prepare and learn how strong the rebels actually are. With how confident you looked hours ago, it seems that your benevolent Shogun forgot to grace you with such knowledge before sending you off with a bunch of newly trainees.

"First of all, congratulations, my friends, for this well earned victory" Gorou began. The group of men on front of him quickly acknowledge his words, paying attention to what he had to say.

"Even if the outcome resulted as to what we--" He turns around, your eyes opened when he began speaking. You both made eye contact, and Gorou's smirk transformed into a full smile. Was it okay for him to fill such giddiness at the sight of your equally wounded pride and body? After all, he was the one to bring you into that state, he was the one to put you in your rightful place with just one arrow, kneeling on the dirty battlefield as the geo power incased on the arrowhead did its job in petrify you.

The glint of defeat on, dare he say, those gorgeous eyes of yours really made them stand out. Actually, as he approaches your form, he's starting to see some other appealing features he couldn't notice from a longer distance. What was the Shogun thinking, in even allowing you a spot within her number when you clearly weren't made for war?

"--Expected" his pause brought your attention to what he was actually saying. So they had all of this calculated...

"But now, all that is left to do, is tend to the wounded and take care of the dead. Yours and their sacrifice will bring an end to this stupid decree in no time. We need to prepare for tougher, real..." He gives you a glance "...battles from now on. Don't let this win get in your head"

The crowd quietly cheers between them, some of them patting each other on the shoulder for a job well done. All of that camaraderie made your stomach hollow, as you recognise the same speech you have told to your former men after a battle well fought. Those piercing blue eyes of his made you painfully aware of the consecutive part of giving a victory speech, about what is waiting for the losing side, the pit in your stomach grew in size and you really wished that it could swallow you whole before the man in front of you does.

Gorou thrills in your despair. That pretty face of yours plunging into dark dephts, your mind weaving one horrifying destiny after other speaks a lot of your character, as only those who have layed a cruel end to those before them can conceive. He knows what kind of thoughts those are, but as much of a monster as you are viewing him now, he won't do such a thing. He was quite merciful while deciding what your fate will be, even if he didn't pondered a lot in the few minutes after your fall, you are but only a child with a weapon, sent to die by that horrible woman.

And something he prides himself of, is learning from mistakes. He won't throw away something that can fulfill very well other duties than warfare ones.

"Sir! If I may--" a voice spoke between the masses of helms and spears.

"I know, I know. The general" Gorou waves off his hand, his eyes never stranding away from your form for far too long.

A groan escapes your body as his foot steps on your ribcage, not too hard but your weak body sense as if he had nails attached to the sole, your skin felt cold and as if it was being prickled by a ton of needles. He pushes your your body with a gentleness unexpected from an enemy, until you were lying on your back. The new position put pressure in the arrow wound on your right/left shoulder, your dominant arm, and for a second you were grateful of the rigidness granted by the geo element yet covering half of your arm or else you are sure you would have cried in pain, the last thing you want now is to show more weakness that what you are displaying.

"What I am going to do with her... I didn't know myself when we first begun this battle" Gorou continued. He removed his shoe from your chest to your side on the floor, so you'll be cage between his legs while he looks down on you. His arms crossed across his chest and he tilted his head to the side, as in assessing you, taking on your face just as covered in grime as his but not diminish your beauty in the slightest. He really made a good decision in regard of your fate.

The soldiers stood still, the atmosphere felt heavy like the air on a hot summer afternoon that feels stuffy on your lungs as your breath in. Their general had an unseen aura surrounding him, his usual careless actitud makes everyone forget that there's an animal side to him, although they aren't sure they will presence it for the first time, their captain is definitely switching towards that side... they even feel a little bit of pity for the woman under him.

"But as I see her like this, beaten, it makes me remember something of old, that the victorous usually sow. Can you guys guess what it is?" He squats over you, sweetly combing a couple of strands of hair out of your face.

Whispers break among the army after the question. One of them raised his hand, no barely 18 years old as he was one of the shortest in comparison to his bigger and wider shouldered comrades. The young recruit promptly lowered his arm as the general wasn't looking at their direction but that didn't stopped him from answering, eyes shining with excitement:

"They take something as a token of their victory, sir!"

Gorou hummed in affirmation. "Yes, they did. A spoil of war, if you may"

Dread washed over you. He wasn't going to kill you, as a way to demonstrate their superiority? To be taken as a trophy, a possession... He surely won't mean that, right? They are going to torture you and extract every drop of information that you have, until the last thing left in you is blood to shed on their hands as your usefulness is cut short like your troath.

You needed to say something. Anything, as long as it would arise anger within the young male, anything as long as you aren't degrade far from what you have been.

Gorou raised his eyebrows as you coughed. He wasn't expecting a monologue from you but neither silence. Your sudden wish of speaking made the men jump into action, their spears pointing at you with such terrifying speed made you realise furthermore that this battle was destined to end like this, another stripe to the tiger just like a new blow to your pride.

"Just kill me already. I won't say anything, and if given the opportunity, I will end it myself" you spat. You tried to transmit all of your pain, hate and shame in one stare, you won't go happy until you make that man see what you feel, how big your abhorrence is to his being.

All the males stare in silence, until the general himself chuckled. Your cheeks burn with rage, your teeth clenched together as you tried yo surf this flare of emotions. How dare he laugh like that! He already won and you won't speak a thing about the Shogun, why acting like that? Isn't the rebels supposed to act with nobility and fairness?

Gorou took a breath in. He's happy he didn't went for the traditional route and killed you.

"Aw, now you just proved me correct, sweetheart. I'll enjoy making you into a proper wife"

All of that just to say "Imagine being taken as Gorou's prize and he makes you his whore wife" LMAO

(Also? In the part that reader coughs? I wanted to put that Gorou spits on your lips because you looked thirsty AODJFJDC)

THIS 🙏 yes i’d love to be gorou’s housewife he should really take me in and train me to obey him . please i’d do anything for him

AND pleasee omg ... if u actually put that in i’d die on my chair it’s too hot i can’t hjnhnggrh