#and this lady who told me to get as undressed as I was comfortable and INSISTED thats what she meant until I explained

[spoonstrek]

One of the fun features of being me is that I'm fully comfortable being completely naked if it's appropriate in the circumstance so it's always a fun conversation when someone says "be as nude as you feel comfortable!" for something that I think would be best experienced nude (eg, massage, bathhouse)

You would not believe how often that does not mean they're ok with me being naked. One of these instances even then went so far in backtracking as to be uncomfortable with me walking to the bathroom in my underwear mid-session.

Anyway I'm at a hot spring spa tomorrow and they say you can do it nude (it's a private bath! I don't want to be in a swimsuit!) but I brought a swimsuit just in case that's less true than they say

[theroyalyandere]

request: So what I am thinking about is Yandere prince× reader who is tge daughter of a merchant and his childhood bestie. They have a 5 year gap and when she turned 20,she was getting engaged. So he level ups lol. Its ok if you wanna write it in headcanon style or fiction style I just want to read a royal au (I am a sucker for it.) Can I please ask it to be a little longer your emperor one was really good so it being small had really made me thirsty 🤒 and can you make it 18+ I mean yk 👀, obviously if you are comfortable. Thanks for reading all of my ramblings.

thank you for the request! :D

yandere!prince x merchant's daughter!reader (smutty 18+)

your father is a wealthy merchant close to the king and it makes sense that when you were born, you were presented at the court by the royal family's presence.

when yandere!prince first saw you he adored how a lovely baby you were and was eager to hold you. he treated you like a baby sister due to him being an only child.

you spent your childhood being at the palace mostly by the young prince's side with how compatible the both of you are.

even as a child he's very possessive of you, he does not want any children being at your proximity or anyone getting your attention away from him.

being the prince he is, you always follow his orders and in return spoiled by him.

a few years later, his platonic affections turned into romantic ones as he saw you blossom into a fine young woman.

he grew into a great prince while you were known to be the gentle and sweet girl always be his side.

he was 25 and you were 20.

he started to treat you like a lover would and it baffles you.

you tried to turn him down but he became even more affectionate when you ignore him.

you can't deny how handsome and charming he is that is making you grow flustered every minute you spend time with him.

he's known to being a gentleman when it comes to treating ladies with respect mostly showing them to you.

he's similar to how a dragon would hoard his treasure.

you're his happiness and he wouldn't want anyone or anything to take you away from him.

he treated you so well he doesn't even look at the other girls that were offered to him.

he isolates you from everyone else to the point his parents and your parents became concerned with the way he always hover around you.

when he found out your father engaged you to another noble he was angry.

you are his to claim and his to love and because of that he made a plan.

first he took you out like usual and then to the garden where you confided about your betrothal.

he feels his irritation rising with every word coming out of your mouth.

you told him that you heard some of the other girls how they got their virginity taken

which sparked your curiosity and made him grow even more hopeful on making his plan into action.

so he offered to teach you how to kiss and please a man.

you were quite reluctant but you were determined to be experienced so you agreed.

his first lesson was kissing.

at that moment he took your first kiss at the garden, he was extremely handsome and although you thought of him as an older brother with him being the only boy you spend your time with.

your kisses were clumsy but he taught you how to move you lips and tongue in accordance with his.

his kisses slowly became passionate and you have to stop him before your heart flies out of your chest.

you pull away from him breathlessly.

he chuckles at how you already look like a mess but you couldn't deny how it made you want for more.

so you pulled him close and told him to shut up and continue.

he smirks before diving back into kissing your soft lips.

he became even hungry and he also wanted more.

you couldn't forget the moment how he took you to his chambers where he undressed you and caressed your skin.

the way he gropes your body like he owns you.

he sucks deep harsh marks all over your skin and his hands roaming to appreciate your beauty. his sole focus was on you.

you whine at the marks he leaves your skin but he insists that its part of love making.

he looked at you with lust and passion behind his eyes his lips wet from the passionate kiss you both had shared.

he lovingly laid you down on his bed and took down his clothes revealing his glorious body.

he looked down at you as if you're the only treasure and the most beautiful thing on the world.

his intensity made you shy away making you hide your face into the sheets while you weakly slam your hand onto his chest.

he chuckles and he only kisses your cheek sweetly making you even more flustered so you told him to hurry up.

"my my~ so impatient."

he prepares you by spreading your pussy with his mouth and fingers, eating you out like a dessert.

you can't help but arch your body as he coaxes sounds out of you.

your body is only his to control and pleasure and you love every moment of it.

when you came on his tongue and came back up with him licking your wetness from his fingers.

you clench your thighs at the sight and this goes noticed by him.

"ready my dear?"

you nod and he slowly pushes into your wet untainted cavern.

the prince claimed you as his the moment his hard cock penetrated your wet pussy.

the moment he entered you he went feral at the feeling of your pussy enveloping his member.

he takes it slow until the pain subsides and the completely destroys you.

"fuck~ you take me so well my darling~"

he keeps pounding into you that you almost couldn't breathe.

your beloved prince doesn't dare to leave your pussy with the way it's clamping down on his cock.

he keeps fucking you until you orgasm intensely and he spills his hot load into your womb.

you immediately fall asleep after but he pulls out to watch cum leak out of your cunt.

he kisses your forehead whispering you did well and cleaned you up before cuddling you.

after that he was determined to cut off your engagement so he studied hard to the point of neglecting you but he apologized by sending gifts to your way.

with his harsh presence gone you saw how people gravitate to you and you became popular for who you are.

but you also noticed how some of the closest ones to you disappeared

you also met your future fiancé but in the back of your mind was your beloved prince.

time passes, days before your wedding the king suddenly fell dead and the prince was immediately coronated as king.

you watch him look at you within the crowd as he was hailed as the new king of the kingdom.

at the day of your wedding he was invited as an honored guest.

he watched your every movement and you felt his eyes staring holes at you.

he smiled for your sake but on the inside his anger is bubbling up especially the way your fiance now husband kissed you. he clenched his fist and clapped along everyone else, oblivious to the plan he was brewing.

at the reception, everyone was happy until your husband suddenly falls dead infront of you causing chaos.

the feast then became a funeral with the prince consoling you.

the next day, he offered to engage you to him infront of everyone even your parents.

your answer shall determine your fate.

A/n: the ending is kinda meh but I hope you like this!

[weallluvnilou]

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You were roaming around Mondstadt before this brunette lady, who you’re unfamiliar with, comes up to you. “Hey ___, you don’t know me, and this wasn’t said by me, but I think you deserve to be aware.” She takes a long sigh before she continues on.. “People are saying your husband is seeing another woman. I hope you sort it out. Have a nice day” She leaves with a guilty face slowly. Before she’s fully gone, you’re just confused. How could someone just come up to you and say that? It’s surely not true. Your thoughts take up your mind while walking home from your last of commissions.

When you reach the manor, you’re greeted by Adelinde who tells you your husbands home early. A bad feeling sets in your stomach. You go up the stairs, get undressed and into new clothes more comfortably fitting for relaxing at home as you finally come by his office door. Wondering if you should knock, because he may be busy, you notice him stop writing and hear him say “You can come in, __, I’m not that busy.” He chuckles slightly before you open the door into the low light golden room.

Before you sit down at his desk, the first thing he notices is your facial expression. The way your nose is slightly scrunching up, your eyes are filled with anxiety, until you finally meet eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong?” He says with concern when you finally sit down. “Nothing to worry about” You say pondering and playing with your fingers, now avoiding his crimson eyes. “You’re lying to me, my love. Tell me what’s wrong. If not now you can tell me later, I’ll wait.” He says sweetly waiting for you response when you look back at him.

“It’s just some rumors I’ve heard around the city, nothing big.” You say, slighting shaking and hoping on what the lady said isn’t true. You loved him to much for it to be true. “Tell me, ___. What rumors have you heard?” He says, now his voice more low then he sounded when you came in. You could tell he might have an idea the rumors are about him and you. “A lady came up to me today and told me that, you-” You pause, before you might word what you’re about to say wrong. “Might.. being seeing another woman.”

silence.

You’re too nervous to look at his eyes, knowing how you can feel his eyes locked on you. You finally look at him and you can tell he’s just as confused as you are, but his face is more stern then before. “And who, supposedly told you that?” He said coldly says, making you feel slightly worse. “I don’t know her, she just came up to me, and just told me that before walking away.” You said still keeping your eyes lock on him as he’s doing the same.

“Don’t tell me you believe them?.”

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“I don’t but I was unsure, that’s why I came here to ask you if you were aware of what people were saying, and if it was true.” You say, finally leaving his eye contact before he puts your hands on yours. “My love, you know I would never do such a thing. You know you’re the one I love, you’re the one I want to be with, you’re the one I chose to marry.” He continues on takes your hand before it contacts his lips. “Please, never believe what the townsfolk have to say about me, or you. They already talk about me another, I don’t need them getting to you.”

You stare at him and you feel tears coming upon your eyes. You don’t know why you worried so much, you knew he loved you. ONLY, you. “I love you.” You manage to choke out before you start tearing up and hanging your head down when you hear him say “Come here.” As you do, he hugs you and you bury your head into his neck.

“I love you more, never forget that.” He says quietly for only you to hear, while he lets you stain his clothes with your tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” You say choking it out while he’s quieting you down. “You don’t need to apologize, it’s their fault.” He says lifting your chin to look at him while he places his thumb near your checks to get rid of your tears.

“Get some rest, my love, I have some papers to fill out before I can join you. I love you.” He kisses your temple and one last squeeze before you finally walk out his office, up the stairs, and to your shared bedroom before you drift asleep with you in his arms. <3 ❤️…

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Tysm for this request, this was probably my favorite written piece by far. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it <3. ❤️

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡dream of me 💭

you've ordered: a slice of coffee cake! enjoy!

"i know it sounds super cliché, but you make me feel some type of way"

paul atreides x fem! freman! reader | word count: 1,166 words

summary: paul's been having rather...vivid dreams about you 💭

warnings: MDNI (everything's pretty mild, but i still want to put a warning just in case) mild spice, mild sexual themes, feminine terms used. let me know if i left anything out!

note: again, sorry if this sucks, i'm not the best at writing intimate scenes like this (even if it's vague) T-T also, this was not proofread-

you.

you were the reason why paul atreides hadn't gotten an adequate night's sleep in the past few weeks. every time he'd close his eyes, instead of seeing pitch black darkness or some other vision, he'd see you. he'd see your beautiful smile, your soft hair, your perfect body. the crazy part was he didn't even know you. paul swore he'd never met you in his life, that these dreams were the first time he'd seen someone like you, your bright blue eyes staring into his soul.

when he'd voiced his concerns about the dreams to his mother, lady jessica assured him that it was just that, a dream. but she knew deep down that sooner or later, you'd meet her son. and it seemed it would be sooner rather than later. with the sudden fall of house atreides, paul and his mother had to evacuate out to the desert, nothing with them except for the ring of house atreides that sat in paul's pocket.

that night, paul dreamt of you again. each dream would start off different: you two meeting in the desert, you two watching the sand dunes together, you teaching him to sandwalk properly, etc. but, every dream always had the same ending.

your lips pressed to his in a kiss so passionate, he could practically taste the spice on your tongue. you'd be sitting in the comfort of a tent, the smell of spice and overwhelming passion intensely pungent. your fingers would tangle into his curly brown hair, paul's hands moving from your waist to the hem of the shirt of your sleepwear. he'd pull away and mumble an ask of permission, the word "yes" leaving your lips before he'd even finished.

he'd see himself slowly peeling your sleepwear off of your body, his heart thudding in his chest. he'd practically feel you undressing him as well, your bodies molding together as one. he'd see everything after that in blurbs: the sound of your heavy breathing, the smell of your skin, the feeling of your fingertips caressing his back as he'd make love to you. then, just as things were getting to their peak, he'd wake up, covered in sweat, his heart going a mile a minute. just who was this girl that occupied his dreams every night?

when paul first saw you in person, he couldn't even speak. his mouth went dry and his hands got super sweaty as his heart thudded in his chest. you looked exactly like he'd dreamed: warm, sun-kissed skin, the prettiest hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and that smile....the smile he'd see every night before he got an almost otherworldly taste of your lips.

you'd only spoken on a few occasions, your attraction to one another growing as the days and weeks passed. but then, he'd changed. he'd started avoiding you, making you think that he just didn't like you. each time you'd try to strike up conversation with him, he'd give you a one word answer and just walk off. after that, you started avoiding him too, walking right past him when he'd ask you something or completely ignoring him during sandworm rides.

enough was enough. one night, you wandered around the tents, finding that paul wasn't in his. lady jessica told you he'd gone to sit up on the dunes, something he'd been doing often since coming to live with the freman. you slowly made your way up the sand dune, sitting a few feet away from him as to not make him uncomfortable.

"did i do something to offend you?" you asked, drawing in the sand with your finger.

paul didn't answer at first, and just as you were about to get up and leave, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back down next to him. he was so close, too close. you could smell the faint spice on him, your heart skipping a beat.

"no....you...didn't do anything."

"then why-"

"i've met you before," he blurted out, a look of confusion crossing your features.

he'd met you before?

"not literally. i've...had dreams, as you know. but recently," paul took a breath, glancing up to meet your crystal blue eyes.

"recently, they've all been about you....actually, that's a lie. i've been seeing you in my dreams since before we landed on arrakis."

your eyes widened a little, your body relaxing a bit. he'd been dreaming about you all this time.

"what do you see in these...dreams?" you asked. it was evident that your question had an interesting answer by the way paul glanced away from you for a second.

"i see you, laid out in front of me in all your glory. your eyes, it's as if they're...pulling me in. you lean in, then i lean in...then-" he trailed off, the pale skin of his cheeks turning a shade of red.

then it clicked, and you were blushing too.

"....you know...i'd be lying if i said i didn't develop feelings for you the first few weeks you were here..." you admitted, feeling a strange tinge in your chest. paul let go of your wrist, his hand slowly moving up to cup your cheek.

"do you want me to kiss you?" the question was so simple yet held so much weight.

your heart was beating in your ears, a shiver running down your spine as his breath hit your cheek.

"...yes....yes, i do. do you...want to kiss me?" you questioned, the look in his eyes making your knees go weak. good thing you were sitting.

"more than anything." he whispered before closing the gap between the two of you. the kiss started out soft and slow, soon taking a passionate turn.

it wasn't long before you were dragging paul through the sand dunes, back to the privacy of your tent. once the two of you were inside, paul was on you in an instant, pressing you against the makeshift mattress as he kissed you with newfound fervor. your fingers tangled into his hair, just like he'd dreamed of. but this was better than his dreams, by a thousandfold. passionate, breathy whispers, heavy breathing, and words of love and affection filled the air of the tent as the two of you melded together.

by the time it was all over, paul held you close, his face buried into your neck as he caught his breath. you breathed deeply, your free hand gently stroking his hair as he shifted to look up at you.

"you're definitely the girl of my dreams" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your shoulder.

you felt your heart warm from his words, pressing a kiss to his forehead and letting your lips linger there for a moment.

"i love you, y/n~" paul said as his eyelids started to grow heavy.

you smiled softly, moving to nuzzle up to his chest. at that moment, you knew you'd forever love this caladanian for as long as you lived.

"i love you too, paul atreides~" 💭

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[fruitcakebro]

The Sight (Short story)

(MCD, set during the time Aphmau was trying to make the Irene statue to fix the corruption Zane made, after Laurance had just got back from the nether. It was a really fun writing excersise to have to write interpretive body language without any visual description!)

(Oh, also implied Garrance. But this is me, so I'm not sure who would be surprised.)

Laurance looked up out of instinct when the door creaked open, the wounds on his neck smarting as he did. He knew it was useless but old habits die hard, he supposed. The footsteps were far too heavy to be Aphmau or Zoey, but too careful and even to be Dale or his son. “Hello. Garroth, I heard your name was?” The man stopped suddenly as Laurance’s greeting rasp, as though he were surprised by Laurance’s recognition, even without sight.

He was getting used to the lack. Slowly, but a little every day.

“How-“ Garroth began, before seemingly thinking better of it. “I came to change your bandages. Zoey and Aphmau are otherwise occupied.” Laurance nodded in thanks, and managed a small smile. Words were still painful through his singed throat, and he’d exhausted his supply for the moment with his greeting. Garroth stepped closer, then hesitated. Laurance recognised his hesitation, and reached down to undo his own shirt. They were hardly on terms to undress one another, even if only for the care of injury.

Garroth was swift but startlingly gentle in his work, even to a man he would gladly call his enemy. Laurance can’t help but smile, even just on instinct. The time passed in near silence -surprisingly comfortable for the pair of them. The only words said happened when Garroth had to ask the shadowknight to move in some way, for access to his injuries. By far the most awkward were those on his legs and lower back, and Laurance couldn’t help but snicker when the other man stammered adorably in his requests. But he obeyed without giving trouble.

“I heard from Caddie that you took off your helmet for the wedding. Seems unfair that I’m the only one who doesn’t get to find out what you look like, ey?” His throat burned in protest, but some part of him longed to antagonise the man. It seemed only fair, after how he’d acted upon the shadowknight’s arrival. The larger man grunted in annoyance. “Good thing you weren’t my intended audience then.” Laurance attempted to roll his eyes. Eye? He only seemed to be able to control one. Oh well, neither of them were functional anyway. “And who was?” He finally rasped, his voice cracking halfway through. “Lady Aphmau?” He felt Garroth still, and heard him let out a breath of annoyance.

“No.” The head guard answered gruffly. “My intention was only to respect Donna with the presence of her friend, since I was told only to attend if I wore formal dress. It was the least I could do for her, after all she’s done for the village.” Laurance nodded, sparing his throat a response. There was a silence between them, left and allowed to stretch. Garroth seemed unwilling to make smalltalk, and Laurance was close to incapable to keep it up for more than a handful of sentences.

“How do you look?” He said eventually, speaking quietly. Laurance practically heard Garroth roll his eyes. “How I look is of no consequence to you, and I fail to see how it is any of your concern, since you cannot see for yourself.” Laurance let out a snort of annoyance at the words. “Maybe I just like to be able to put a face to a voice, buddy. Geez.” At the same moment, He winced painfully as Garroth tugged a bandage slightly too tight. Garroth mumbled an apology, then cleared his throat. “How did you know it was me earlier?” Laurance blinked in surprise at being asked. “You have heavier footsteps than Aphmau or Zoey, and I can hear your armour clanking. But it was too slow to be… What was his name? The kid. And too even to be the one who always sounds drunk.”

Garroth nodded, seeming to understand the logic. “The ‘kid’ is named Brian. And Dale sounds drunk because he is. Though I’m somewhat puzzled they visited you.” Laurance shrugged. “Guess I’m just that cool.”, he replied. Then after a moment’s pause, he asked the question that had been drifting through his mind unanswered. “So what’s Aph been up to?” Garroth seemed to hesitate before answering.

“She is attempting to ascertain a solution to the calamity inflicted on our community by-“ 
“In common, please.”

Garroth scoffed at the interruption. “She is trying to find a solution to the curse put on our village by my brother, the high priest. Is that dumbed down enough for you?” Laurance grinned sarcastically. “Sorry I didn’t spend my life in school with the rich kids. Yeah, I know what you said now.” Garroth sighed. “I apologise for my embellished language. I suppose I’m a bit worried about her.” Laurance nodded. “S’ good. She was taking it pretty hard.”

Garroth nodded. “I hope for her sake, that she is successful. As well as the sake of the town.” Garroth tied off the last bandage, then stepped back. “There. That should do it for today. I trust you can re-dress yourself without my assistance?” Laurance nodded. “Yeah, I can manage just…”

Laurance trailed off, frozen in confusion as a light seemed to illuminate his vision, and an image swam into focus. His remaining eye widened in shock, and locked onto the man standing in front of him. His hair was illuminated by the window behind him, making it seem to glow as a saint’s halo did in the murals and mosaics Laurance had only been lucky enough to see at the guard’s academy. His features were sharp, and nearly so pale as snow. Laurance had never in his life seen anyone so lightly coloured outside the halls of that same school, and Garroth seemed to be the living image of the statues and stone murals which were carved and painted with such love.

Laurance nearly wanted to call him beautiful, but it somehow seemed to be the wrong word. He associated the word with tiny and delicate things, like butterflies, or flowers. There was nothing dainty or delicate about the man before him, but grace was applicable. He truly looked as if Esmund the protector himself had stepped out of the pages of legend. Garroth’s form blurred, and for a second Laurance feared his sight was once again failing before he realised he was crying. Garroth seemed to lurch forward, extending a hand toward him with unexpected concern. “Er, are you alright? Did something pull tight, or-“

“I see you.”

Both of them stood in shocked silence at the shadow knight’s words before Garroth finally broke the silence. “…your eye isn’t clouded anymore. Did Lady Aphmau-?” He cut off, the door slamming open behind them both. Zoey appeared, panting and grinning like a child on solstice. “Garroth, you’ve got to come and see! Lady Aphmau banished the corruption, and now the market is- Oh my Irene, you’ll have to see it to believe it!” Laurance pulled on his shirt much more quickly than he should have, the fabric catching on bandages and pulling them painfully. But he was determined to see this. To see it. Garroth looked back at him, and extended a hand to help him to his feet. Laurance took it, and the pair of them followed Zoey up to the surface, though with some difficulty. Laurance rubbed his face on his sleeve, clearing his teary eyes. And as the pair of them were beholden to the market square, now shining in the sun like diamond. The ‘calamity’ and ‘corruption’ he’d heard spoken of were nowhere to be seen, and in the middle of it all was Lady Aphamau, standing at the feet of a statue he’d never heard of before.

The statue was a depiction of the goddess Irene, of a finer make than he’d seen since the academy. And in the goddess’s cupped hands, was a strange stone which pulsed and shone like something enchanted. He was distracted from the statue however, by Aphmau bounding up to them with a grin on her face. “Garroth! I did it, I fixed the rot! And-“ She stopped, her gaze locking with Laurance’s. “Oh my Irene, Laurance! It’s good to see you feeling better.” Laurance grinned, trying very hard not to acknowledge his shaking legs. “Better than you know, my lady. Whatever magic you’ve worked healed my sight!” Aphmau gasped, surprise and delight washing over her face. It was amazing to be able to see it again. Even with the left half his vision still gone thanks to the missing eye, it was more than enough.

And in the warm sun, and the gaze of his lady, and the shine of the stones under his feet… For just a moment, everything felt right in the world again.

[fakegingerrights]

Breathe, Rest.

[Rex x Civvie!reader, set post Zygerria. Established relationship, just some good ol' hurt/comfort. TW for scars, I guess and partial undressing in a non sexual way.]

The 79's were crowded. The 212th and the 501st were both back on Coruscant for two weeks after their jedi were told to rest after a particularly dangerous mission rescuing an entire colony of togruta people from slavery.

Predictably, it had ended up all over the holonet. You sat at the bar, waiting for a certain Captain to come sweep you off your feet like he had promised last time he had commed before he set out to Kiros. You saw some of his men milling about the bar, Fives and Kix wave at you as you catch their eye, but no captain until-

"And who's a pretty lady like you waiting all alone like this for?" A familiar voice says behind you. You smile and take a sip of the drink you've been nursing as Rex's familiar presence settles in next to you.

"Oh, no one. Just hoping a certain handsome captain makes it home to sweep me off my feet." You shoot back.

"A handsome captain, huh? Do I fit the bill?" You turn to face him as he rakes a hand over freshly cut hair. In one place you can still see where the clippers had cut tracks through it. His cheekbones are prominent through his skin and his eyes are sunken and bruised underneath from poor sleep and even worse nutrition if you knew anything. Adding in the pale skin and chapped lips and you knew something was up.

"When you're running on more than fumes, Rex. What happened?" You ask. He's still in his armor, his blasters are still on his hips. Its absent of carbon scoring or patches in the plastoid, but it also doesn't smell like ozone like it normally does after deployment, and he definitely hasn't detailed it since he left, you can still see pink in the scratches of the top of his breastplate where you had left a lipstick mark as a joke. Rex sighs heavily, turning to face the crowd and leaning back against the bar.

"What do you say we get out of here, back to your place?" It's phrased casually, but you see the heavy look in Rex's eyes. You don't comment on how he avoided your question, opting to instead grab your purse and lean over to press a kiss against his cheek, startling him slightly.

"Lets." You answer. He offers a wan smile in return, following you through the crowd to the catwalk that lead to your apartment complex.

Rex lets out a long sigh as you two make it into your apartment, crouching doing to undo the seals that kept his armored boots in place before kicking them off. He works from the bottom up, and you move to help him get the clasps on his back and shoulders as plate by plate his armor comes off and is stacked neatly by his boots. You notice he's moving stiffly around the shoulders and he doesn't bend down, choosing to sit down fully on the floor to remove his shin guards and work his way upwards.

"You're hurt." You note softly as you pull his back plate apart from his breast plate so he doesn't have to move his shoulders as much. He grunts slightly in responce.

"Kix cleared me, it's beyond the help of bacta, apparently. Skin is fine, just some tenderness and scaring as the muscles heal." His voice is equally quiet.

"What happened, Rex?" You help him to his feet, wanting to move in to hug him but hesitating. He makes the decision for you, pulling you in close and wrapping his arms around you, like he could soak up your warmth if he tried hard enough. You return the hug, your fingers instantly finding and tracing unfamiliar lines of presumably scar tissue. It covered his whole back. He hisses slightly and you pull your hands quickly away.

"Kavado happened. I was sent with the jedi to find the Togruta, went with Kenobi." Realization hits you like a thunderbolt.

"You... You were on Kavado? The whole time Kenobi was... These are whip marks?" You pull back to look him in the face. "Your armor hasn't even been worn... Kriffin hell, Rex!" You're more mindful of your hands this time, burying your face in his chest as your throat constricts painfully.

"I'm alright now, Mesh'la. Just have to wait for the inflammation to go down and there'll hardly be a mark." He murmurs in your ear. "I'll be fine."

"I got you some sleepwear. If you want to go change out of your blacks. The left side of the dresser is officially yours. Just some sweats and loose shirts for now, once I have more wiggle room in my savings we can get some more every day clothes so you don't have to wear those itchy uniforms." Your voice is a murmur as you pull back and stand up on your toes a bit to kiss him properly.

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine wearing my greys." A gloved hand comes up to press against your cheek, the cool material of the neoprene smooth on your skin. You lean into the touch.

"I want you to have a place to go when the war is over. Here is as good as any. Have you eaten yet? I can get started on a late dinner while you go shower and change."

"Real food would be nice after a month of stale bread and water." He agreed. "I... yeah, that would be nice." He disappeared into your bedroom as you started to prep a light meal of plain pasta and hamburger meat. As you strain the water from the noodles you hear your name called softly from your room. Setting the pot on the stove and turning off the heat you peak into the room to see Rex standing in a pair of black joggers and the top half of his blacks, a crimson tinge to his ears.

"I... Can you get the seam on the sides of my blacks? I don't think I can pull it over my head like usual."

You step in close to him instantly, finding the cling-seal on the side of his blacks behind his shoulder and carefully separating them all the way down, exposing tan skin crisscrossed by raised pink lines as you guide his shoulders free of the thin material.

"You'd think they'd be easier to get out of than in to, with all the injuries that happen on the battlefield." You joke, trying not to stare at the mess of scars.

"We usually cut them off when they can't get out." He rolls his shoulders carefully, sighing.

"If you don't want to put a shirt on again you don't have to. It's just us here." You comment.

"You just like seeing me without it." Rex accused playfully, a bit of his usual gleam returning to his eyes.

"Guilty. And... are you sure you can't put any bacta on this? These look nasty and if they're hurting this badly..."

"There's no broken skin, topical bacta wouldn't do much... and I was a little hurried in getting out of the medbay. I had someone waiting for me." He turns and presses a kiss to your temple.

"You shouldn't skip medical attention just to see your girlfriend! I could have waited a few more minutes." You wag a finger at him, going to the dresser and scanning through the various lotions and perfumes littered on the top of your side before you found the numbing one you used when you were sore after a long day of work. "Pasta is still too hot, sit down." You motion over your shoulder to the bed. You hear the springs on your bed creak slightly as he sits down, staring at the floor between his feet as he places his forearms on his knees, hunkered over. It was almost comical if he didn't look so lost, such a large man curled up like that. You squeeze some of the lotion into your hand, feeling the instant pleasant tingling sensation at the contact with your skin.

Rex flinches away from you slightly as you sit down before relaxing. You press a kiss to his shoulder, avoiding the raised marks.

"You're safe here, Love." You whisper as you start rubbing the lotion into the scars across his back. He tenses up slightly at the contact before sighing in relief as the lotion takes effect.

"I know. This stuff is magic, where'd you get it?" He hunches shoulders forward so you have better access, groaning slightly with the movement.

"Over the counter at a local pharmacy. It's a muscle relaxant and numbing agent. Do you want me to send a bottle with you when you leave again?" You asked, carefully beginning to work on the muscles beneath the scars, releasing tight knots and watching Rex's reaction closely.

"You're already given me so much." He whispered. "I can never pay you back. You know this and give me more."

"You do pay me back, Rex. You're fighting for my safety every day, and you come home and sit by my side and bring me so much happiness. It's me who can never repay you."

"..."

He's silent for a moment, thinking about this before he finally speaks.

"I love you."

You answer without hesitation.

"I know."

Rex sighs as you pull away, catching and pressing a kiss to the outside of your wrist, careful to not get any lotion on his lips. "Thank you, Mesh'la." His golden eyes are so earnest it hurts. You crook a finger and tilt his chin up for a proper kiss, then pulling apart enough to press your forehead to his.

"I love you too, Rex. Always." You promise into the space between the two of you.

"Always." He echoes back.

[toytanks]

carrie/lara fic. for the fanssssss. read on ao3

There’s some sort of human event going on. Lara can’t remember what it is, or why they have to be there, but both her mother and her father insisted on it so it must be important. (Important to the humans anyways. That is to say, not at all.)

All she really knows is that the moment she got there, Carrie had come out of nowhere, said “It’s you an’ me, spud,” and ushered her into a cubicle of a room and told her to get ready. 

Lara’s more than used to the human’s near frantic, hyper efficient energy, and manages to avoid her movements long enough to get out, “I am ready, human.”

Carrie laughs mirthlessly. “Not in that outfit you ain’t. Boss’ll bring out your new costume any second now.” As if summoned by her voice, there was a knock at the door. Lara watches as she goes to the door, takes both their outfits and says something she can’t be bothered to listen in to to her father. 

She tosses the new costume at Lara and tells her to get dressed. She almost objects but before she’s halfway through the second word Carrie has already stripped down to her jockeys and started pulling on her own suit. 

She catches Lara looking and lets out a real laugh, genuinely amused. “Pick your jaw up off the floor, soldier, an’ get dressed. We haven't got all day, y’know.” Carrie looks almost affectionate for a brief second, and doesn’t that make Lara’s stomach twist oddly? She snaps around, and undresses herself, trying on the new suit. It fits surprisingly well, she notices, through her embarrassment.

“Who designed this?” Lara asks before she can catch herself.

“Ah did, spud.” 

“What?”

“Now, I know you heard me.” She glares at Carrie, well aware it’s doing nothing.

Still, Lara continues. “I...didn’t know you could do that.”

Carrie sighs. “An’ you don’t know much ‘bout me, do you spud?” It’s a conversation they’ve had before.

They dress in silence from then on. Not for the first time, Lara fights the feeling in her gut that she’s done something wrong. It’s clear that she hasn’t when Carrie stands, fully dressed (save cowl) and wiping black makeup around her eyes. Carrie’s silences simply make everyone feel like that. 

(There’s a certain forbidden comfort Lara takes in Carrie’s eternal calm, the sense of routine. It may sound strange that a human could have better control of any situation than she did, but the feeling remains. She’s just so...rock solid, while Lara always feels like she’s being blown around in the wind.

It’s something she tries not to think of often.)

Carrie swipes her hair back before putting on her cowl, and Lara watches; all that delightful orange swallowed by black. Carrie-- No, Batwoman. There’s no fooling herself now that the cowl is on.  --turns back to her and motions toward the door. 

“Ladies first,” She rasps, sandpaper voice almost amused. Lara doesn’t have a response. (Mostly because she’s caught breathless--No!)

As they leave, Batwoman turns to Lara and gives her a glare. Eyes piercing into her very soul--except, that's impossible, right?

“Behave.” She says, with all the strength and power in her voice of a proud lioness. Lara very nearly flinches and remembers being scolded by her mother, back on the island. She does not think of it for long.

“You can’t make me do anything.” Even to her own ears, it comes out weak. Batwoman just sighs and shakes her head, fixing Lara an exasperated glare. 

Lara almost wants to say something, to apologize, to whine, to do anything about the strange feeling flip-flopping in her stomach, but then Batwoman has turned away, assumed her perch by her father. Behind and to the side, like a bodyguard. The line of her shoulders proud, lip stern, she looks to Lara like she has all the weight of the world in her. When Batwoman plants her feet on the ground, Lara occasionally, absurdly, doubts she could move her.

(She thinks back, back before all this, holding Batwoman-- except it was Batgirl, then --by the neck, feeling the human’s fragile pulse run laps under her fingers. 

Lara had thought she was scared. She knows better now.)

Reluctantly, she mirrors Batwoman, standing behind her own father. She watches Batman offer her daughter a thermos of coffee, which she gratefully accepts. She watches Batwoman relax in a way she never does with Lara, watches her almost meld back into Carrie, and her veins burn with something she would almost call jealousy if she didn’t know better.

But Lara does. She is better, better than whatever this, this thing she has for Batwoman is.

She has to be.

[reneeluv154]

Doctor Dawkins pt2

This is part two, there will be a part three!

I hope you enjoy my loves! ❤️❤️

I contemplated how I was going to climb into the carriage.

“No! You can’t!” My mother screeched from the doorway.

“I promise Miss y/l/n, she'll be back as soon as possible, this was her decision.”

Dr.Dawkins rushed to help me into the carriage being cautious with his hands. He hopped in beside me being quick to close the door, we were already moving along the dirt road before my mother could pry it open. I shook my head and scoffed a laugh, “Crazy she pretends to care.”

“What makes you think she pretends?”

“She would do anything to get me out of that house, I’m nothing but a mistake to her.”

I knew he was looking at me but I continued to stare out the window, holding back tears.

“Well, even if she does believe such a thing, it’s positively untrue.”

The rest of the ride was spent in a somewhat uncomfortable comfortable silence. Watching the city bustle was one of my favorite things to do, that is when I had the chance. My eyes were set out for adventure. I first found a lady in blue buying three ripe tangerines, three kids ran towards a small band playing in the street, and Miss Cora stood in the alley snogging a man as usual.

“Here we are.” Dr. Dawkins interrupted my observations and helped me out of the carriage.

“Hetty, I will need you to do a full body inspection on Miss y/l/n here, I’ve given her a few stitches on her arms so be gentle.”

“Of course Doctor.” I barely had the chance to observe her before she grabbed my arm, forcing me to wince.

“What have I just told you? Gentle.”

The doctor scolded, and she nodded, avoiding eye contact just as I had in the carriage. She now only motioned for me to follow, I walked with her, giving Dawkins an uncertain look which he only nodded to with a reassuring look. She led me through a door and into what looked like a storage closet. The look on my face must've given me away cause her next words were,

“The rooms are filled, it’s not like you're the only one who needs tending too.”

I didn’t like her tone and the way she looked at me, as though I was some borderline whore. She locked the door behind her.

“Strip.” I rolled my eyes, beginning to slowly undress partially out of fear of ripping my stitches and partially out of uncomfortability.

“I don’t have all day.”

I bit my tongue and quickened my pace.

“You're good, other than those bruises and cuts, you should stop that.”

Yeah, no shit, is what ran through my head but I only raised my eyebrows and let them fall.

“Dr Dawkins should be around somewhere, it shouldn't be too hard to find him.”

With that she walked away, her chin held high as if she was of more importance than anyone else.

“Hey.” I jumped at the sound of Dawkins' voice, he stood wiping his hands of blood.

“You scared me.”

“I apologize, for both scaring you and the bloody sleeves.”

I scoffed a laugh, “No it’s okay.”

“So, everything okay?” I followed as he walked up the stairs.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“You suppose?” He opened a door to what looked like much more than a patient's room.

“Yeah, I'm not great but I'll be fine.” He nodded, stepping into the room and leaving the door open as he walked over to a wardrobe opening it up before removing his shirt to put on a new one.

“You may come in if you'd like.”

I closed the door and situated myself at a wooden table in the middle of a small kitchen. He came and sat in front of me, setting two cups of fresh tea down. I took the tea in both hands feeling the warmth flood through them, giving me a sense of comfort.

“Y/n.” The seriousness in his voice was something that took the little comfort I had completely away.

“Your mother has left the city.”

“What.” I breathed

“You're going to have to stay at the hospital.”

Might make this a series!❤️

[joshslater]

Chinstrap

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The woman that opened the door and let her into her apartment looked nothing like what Abigail had expected. She was about the same age as her, fit and healthy, pitch black hair, and wearing comfortable home clothes. Without waiting while Abigail removed her coat and shoes the woman walked out of sight into the apartment. "You're disappointed. You were expecting an old lady with a black cat?" she asked from a room away.

"No. Yes, maybe. I don't know what I expected," Abigail answered, trying to figure out in what direction to walk. The woman appeared again in front of her. "His name is Steven," she said and held up a docile black cat. Abigail not really liking cats gave it a perfunctory pat. "This way," the woman said and led the way to a room that looked perfect as a cigar room at a men's club. Two large armchairs with a small round table and a bar trolly in between them at the center of the room, otherwise decorated in dark green and brass. The walls were filled with shelves containing books, boxes, and trinkets.

"Sit, please. You told me in the email this was about a boy problem."

"Well," Abigail started, uncomfortably, "he made me... I..."

"Don't bog yourself in details. I don't need details, you don't want to relive the past. Pastis?"

"Relive pastis?" Abigail asked confused. The woman grabbed a bottle from the trolly with a big "Pastis aperitif anise" label. "Oh, no. Thank you. I'm driving."

She put the bottle back. "Just tell me what you want for him."

"I just don't want him to hurt anyone else as he hurt me, but you said that wasn't possible didn't you?"

"You can't change who people are, fundamentally. Everyone has a role to play. If you try to change too much somewhere, something else gives somewhere else. There is the occasional pawn that turns into a queen, but otherwise the best we can do is to move the pieces around to where they make the best contribution. Or the least damage anyway." She grabbed the pastis again and poured a shot each in two glasses. "Or you can remove them from the board."

"No! No, I don't want that. I did think a bit about what you wrote in your response. What if he can be the cautionary tale? That guy you date to discover everything that's wrong with guys. I think my problem was that I didn't see it coming."

The woman slid one of the shot glasses over to Abigail's side of the round table. "How do you mean?"

Abigail struggled to get a folded piece of paper out of her jeans pocket, then placed it on the table. She hesitated for a second before she emptied the glass of pastis next to her. The woman unfolded the paper and made a giggling snort. "I am 100% on board."

Matt couldn't peel his eyes off her body as she pulled off the tight, white shirt. He liked how the light color made her tan stand out, how her tits jiggled as the sports bra lost its friction grip on the shirt, and how her long blond hair fell out in a cascade over her body as she finally pulled it over her head. She was only wearing the pink bra and matching panties now. She held out the arm holding her shirt straight out to the side and demonstrably dropped it on the floor near the rest of her clothes while looking straight at Matt. His gaze locked with hers, though he desperately wanted to keep undressing the remaining few items with his sight. He had heard someone say that if a girl's underwear matched she was the one who had decided to have sex that night. Her bra and panties did match, but he was too excited by what he saw to draw any conclusion from the quote.

Slowly she walked towards him where he was lying on his bed, propped up by a big pillow his ex had left him with. She was clearly putting on a show for him as she climbed onto him and the bed, straddling him. As he looked up on her he could see himself in the ceiling mirror reflection. Of course she had decided to have sex with him. White socks, blue, straight jeans, black Ed Hardy T-shirt, chinstrap beard, sparkling ear piercing, and the cap on his head at just the right angle. No shit her panties matched. How could you not decide to get to bed with him?

She leaned forward into the reflection and put her pink, lipglossed lips on his and started to kiss him. The first few kisses were tentative, but the next one was almost forceful, ending in an almost slurping sound. Before he could inhale she threw herself on him again, kissing him harder than before. Her blonde hair enveloped him on all sides and he started to squirm to get free. He could feel his lungs burn and darkness creeping in into the edges of his vision as his consciousness was fading.

With a sharp, inhaling sound Matt sat up in his bed and looked around confused, heart racing. He fell back into his pillow and stared at the white ceiling. It had felt so real, but clearly some of the details were wrong. There was no bombshell girl in the room for one, but it had all felt so real. He tossed a bit, trying to calm down, but he knew there wouldn't be any more sleeping after that dream/nightmare, and he needed to piss.

He got up and walked into the bathroom. Looking back from the mirror was a man that didn't look as he expected. Something was off. He touched his smooth earlobe where the clear stud had been in the dream, but now there wasn't even pierced hole. He scratched his chinstrap beard and looked at the reflection of the rest of his body. Had he always been that skinny? And his hair was too long, wasn't it? Fuck, that dream had really rattled him. He badly needed a smoke.

Having finished his business in the bathroom he found himself standing half naked in the middle of the bedroom, completely lost. Where did he keep his cigarettes? Or lighter for that matter? It was like that part of his brain had been wiped out. And everywhere he looked in the apartment he just saw appalling shit he knew that he had bought, but couldn't for the life of him understand why. Chinos and shirts and nerdy shit. He needed to get out of there, have a walk to try to collect his thoughts. Maybe buy a pack of cigarettes somewhere. The clock showed 4:11, but there was a 24/7 convenience store a mile away.

He found socks and jeans, but only ugly shirts until he reached the bottom of the pile and pulled out a completely white T-shirt. Better than the rest, but just like the rest of the clothes it felt like a size too large. He would need to do some serious shopping. He was just about the leave when he remembered his hair. He would need a haircut today too, and a piercing.

He grabbed a promotional snap back from the rack just next to the door, made a mental note to add a proper Chicago Bulls cap on the shopping list, and put it on just as he had seen in the dream. Brim 3/4 to the back.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: I Know I'm Pretty

Pairing: Drexyl Spivey/Reader

Rating: NC17 (smut, language, marijuana use)

Summary: You and your roommate get a new weed dealer. As it turns out, he's hot.

Notes: This idea was super random and just sort of sprung up on me. I obviously don't condone anything that Drexyl Spivey stands for if he were a real person.

Warning: marijuana use, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, spanking

Your first impression of Drexyl Spivey came secondhand, when your roommate told you about this new pot dealer in town — some white guy with locs and gold teeth. The image that the short description conjured in your mind was more cartoonish than man, so when she asked if you would accompany her to get some pot from him, you agreed. Your regular dealer had just moved to Colorado, and you figured, best case scenario you would have found a new dealer with quality pot. Worst case scenario, you would at least get some amusement from the cartoonish weed guy.

The last thing you expected when you walked into his decent sized house on Woodward was to be attracted to him.

‘Attracted to him’ seemed way too light, actually.

The man was hot. Lean, with long dark locs that reached past his shoulders, a goatee, a blue right eye, one cloudy left one and a deep scar that circled the cloudy eye. He wore a leopard print silk robe that was left carelessly open to expose his bare chest, loose flannel pants and comfy-looking house slippers.

“Well, well, well…” His gravelly voice crackled on your skin while he slowly looked you over, undressing you with his one good eye as he sucked his front teeth. “What we got here, Marty?”

“These two lookin’ for some Mary Jane,” said the man who had let you both in, standing behind you and your roommate.

Normally you would’ve kept one eye on the doorman, but your attention was completely fixed on Drexyl, who was sitting on the couch, his knees spread comfortably with one side of his lips curled up.

“I’m Alex,” your roommate blurted out, waving awkwardly.

“Well, come on over here then, Alex.” He said her name playfully, his eyes only glancing at her for a moment before they were back on you. “What about you, Sugar? What’s your name?”

You couldn’t help the way you smirked right back at him. “Not Sugar.”

His smile slowly widened, a chuckle trickling up from his chest as he tilted his head to one side as if trying to check out your ass. While your roommate happily took up space on the far side of the couch, you purposely sat in the armchair that was next to it, which he clearly wasn’t thrilled about.

“So what can Drexyl do for you ladies?”

“We were hoping to get a quarter,” you said.

“How do I know you ain’t cops?”

“Oh, we’re not,” Alex said with a smile, holding up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

His grin resembled that of a wolf, eyes still planted on you as his tongue grazed over his front teeth. It made a shiver pull from between your thighs, and you pressed your knees together in an effort to calm yourself.

“Prove it,” he said, crooking his finger and beckoning you to him.

You barely managed to keep from rolling your eyes as you stood and stepped toward him, frowning when he patted one of his thighs.

“You think I’m gonna fuck you for some pot?” You arched a brow at him. “I’m not.”

“Girl, relax, I’m not asking you to,” he answered, shifting to the edge of the couch to lift the lid off a box on the coffee table and pull out a joint. “I just wanna see how good you can take a shotgun.” He winked so quickly that you almost wondered if you’d imagined it. “Come here, Not Sugar, I won’t bite. Unless you like that.”

He didn’t light the joint until you started to move again, reclining back against the couch as you sat on his lap, facing Alex, your feet settling between his. He had more, smaller scars on the same side of his face and you fought the urge to trace them with your finger. The hand behind you landed on the small of your back while the other held the joint after he’d taken two healthy drags and beckoned you toward him.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you bent down and pressed your lips against his, opening your mouth to suck as much of the smoke out of his as you could. All the while you ignored the tingle between your thighs and how the seat of her panties grew wet. You gasped when his tongue swept against yours and groaned at the taste of tobacco, sugar and what tasted like pork fried rice. You moved your own to return the favor, licking along two of his gold teeth before retreating back into your mouth. When you couldn’t inhale anymore, you pulled away, holding back a cough before blowing the smoke out steadily, and coughing one more time.

Apparently, he was satisfied with your performance, smiling up at you as he said, “You said a quarter?”

That was three weeks ago, and ever since you hadn’t been able to get the taste of tobacco, sugar and pork fried rice out of your mouth. What was worse was that his weed was the best you'd ever had — smooth, slightly sweet and earthy, much like him, and with an even keeled, full body high.

“He was totally into you,” Alex said, taking a drag from the joint she’d just rolled. “It was crazy, even that Marty guy was like —” She widened her eyes and shifted them from side to side.

“Whatever, he was okay,” you replied in a chuckle.

“Yeah, right, I was surprised when you said you weren’t gonna fuck him. Like, did you suddenly get over your thing with scars?”

You blinked. “What thing with scars?”

“You know, how you’re totally into guys who have scars? Like, remember when we watched Scarface and you were, like, obsessed with Tony Montana for months? Drexyl could be like your Scarface.”

Your mouth opened and closed in guppy-like motions as you tried to think of something to say. But nothing came. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, Drexyl was hot. But he was also cocky, which made you want to fight the fact that you absolutely would’ve let him fuck you, and you didn’t even need anything in return.

“Whatever,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“We’re almost out,” she said with a smirk. “You should totally call him and be like, ‘Oh hey, Drexyl, can we get some more weed?’ And I bet he’d be all, ‘Yeah, Baby, why don’t you bring your fine ass over here and get it?’ And you’d be all…” She giggled theatrically.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, trying to hold back a smile. “He’s exactly the type of guy I should be staying away from. He’s probably dangerous.”

“Yeah, but I bet he’s a great lay,” Alex mumbled, taking an inhale from the joint, holding in the smoke as she added, “Seriously, we should call him and see if we can come get more. I wanna bake cookies.”

“You’re supposed to use skunk for baking,” you reminded her.

“I don't care, I’m doing that gourmet shit. Let’s go, call him.”

“Why do I have to call him?!”

“You’re so annoying, I’ll call him. Jesus,” Alex groaned, picking up her phone from the coffee table. “You wouldn’t even tell him your name, so rude,” she mumbled, hitting a few buttons before she brought the phone up to her ear.

You took the joint from her and took a drag, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to listen for his voice.

“Hey Drexyl, it’s Alex — Awesome, we were hoping we could stop by again today.” She held her free hand in front of her, inspecting her nails absently. “Oh okay — yeah, that’s fine. I’ll page you. — okay, cool. Bye.” Hanging up, she reached over and plucked the joint from between your fingers.

“So what time are we heading over?”

“Oh he’s running errands so he’s gonna come here,” she replied.

“What?! You invited a drug dealer to our apartment?!”

“Oh my God, relax, it’s not like he’s selling us heroin. Besides, now you can just take him to your room for a quick fuck instead of hoping he’ll invite you into his!” she replied with a happy grin.

“I hate you,” you said half-heartedly, standing up to go change into something cute.

“Put on shorts, bitch! Show off your legs, they’re amazing,” Alex called after you, taking the last few tokes from the joint before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

It was four hours later that there was a knock on your door, and your stomach did a somersault as you went to it and looked through the peephole.

Drexyl stood in a button down shirt that had most of the buttons undone, with only two fastened in the middle. The top of the shirt was spread, showing off his chest and his black pants slung low on his hips. Behind him was Marty, the stout bodyguard you had met the first time you went to see Drexyl, holding a duffle bag. Running a hand over your hair, you pulled the door open.

“Oh hey,” you said, trying to sound aloof, but Drexyl just smirked.

“Oh. Hey,” he replied, imitating you playfully as he leaned against the doorframe. “You gonna let me in or what, Not Sugar?”

The corner of your mouth began to curl, but you pursed your lips to stop it, stepping aside and letting both of them in. Closing the door, you followed them down the narrow entryway and into the living room, where Alex was flipping through channels.

“Hi Drexyl,” Alex said, sitting up on the couch and grinning up at Marty. “Hey Marty. Come sit!”

Marty looked at Drexyl, who nodded before he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Y/N.”

“What’s that?”

“My name,” you said, walking past him and sitting on the arm of the couch. “Y/N”

“Y/N,” he repeated, as if testing the syllables on his tongue. The growl in his voice sent a shiver over your body, your nipples tightening beneath the sleeveless cotton shirt you were wearing. Brushing past you, he sat on the couch as well, so close that you may as well have been sitting on his lap again. He glanced down at your bare legs, licking his lips before turning to Alex. “So you want the same as last time?”

“I wanna make cookies, so can we maybe do a half?” Alex asked.

“Cookies?” Drexyl replied. “You know you’re supposed to use skunk for that, don’t you?”

“Told you,” you said, earning Drexyl’s attention again.

“Listen to your homegirl,” he said, gesturing to you with his head.

“Oh my God, I literally don’t care, I wanna bake gourmet cookies, damn it. Marty, tell them they’re being super annoying,” Alex groaned, bringing her legs up to tuck under her as she returned her attention to the TV.

Marty, however, just looked at her as though she had spoken in a different language.

“Don’t mind her, she smoked the last spliff before you guys got here,” you said.

Drexyl looked up at you again. “What about you, Y/N? You smoke the spliff too?”

“No,” you answered, this time not caring to keep the smile from forming on your lips. “I know how to control myself.”

“Stop being judgy, Y/N, I’m on vacation,” Alex muttered, reaching for the bowl of pretzels on the coffee table and eating one before she offered some to Marty. “Pretzel?”

“Thanks,” Marty said, speaking for the first time as he reached into the bowl.

“So a half then?” Drexyl asked, his eyes still on you.

You nodded, but Alex was the one who answered. “Yeah, half. You want a pretzel?”

“Nah,” he purred, and his eyes still hadn’t left you. “You got anything sweeter?”

Your lips parted as you considered suggesting he come find something sweeter in the other room with you, when Alex beat you to it.

“Y/N is totally into scars, by the way.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at her. “Alex, shut up! Jesus fucking Christ!”

Drexyl was chuckling in amusement. He reached into the bag that Marty had come in with and pulled out a freezer bag filled with weed. “Marty, weigh out a half for them.” He looked up at you and pulled out a joint from his front shirt and held it up, gesturing to the hall with his head. “Let’s me and you enjoy this since she’s already smoked.”

You glanced apprehensively at Marty, only for Drexyl to command your attention again.

“Don’t worry, Baby, Marty will be a gentleman, won’t you Marty?” He looked in Marty’s direction.

“Yeah, man, I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Whatever, Marty, I see how it is,” Alex mumbled, belching loudly as she settled on a rerun of Ren and Stimpy. “You better like Ren and Stimpy or I’ll die.”

Drexyl was grinning, standing up and waiting for you to lead the way. You swallowed and stood, reaching to pinch the front of his shirt between two fingers and gently tug him along behind you. You pulled him into your bedroom, closing the door behind him just as he lit the spliff.

“I really am sorry about Alex, she gets kinda weird when she’s stoned,” you said, hoping that he was taking your roommates comments in stride.

“Yeah, I remember, she started singing the Spice Girls the last time,” he replied.

You put your hand over your face and laughed. “Fuck, that’s right, I forgot about that.” You went to the mattress on the floor in the corner of the room below the window, and sat down.

“So, you like my scars?” he purred, blowing out the smoke as he handed the joint to you and got to his knees on the edge of the mattress.

Your lips parted again as you took the joint between your fingers. “Maybe.” You took a drag.

“I got hit with a bottle,” he said, as though leaning into the idea that you were fascinated by it.

“Ouch,” you said under your breath, taking a drag. Your eyes ran over the large, C-shaped scar. “What about these little ones?” you asked, gently stroking the smaller scars between his brows and on the bridge of his nose. “Same incident?”

He nodded. “Mhm.”

Taking another drag, you shifted back and patted the mattress next to you, inviting him to sit as you handed the joint back.

“You got any more?” you couldn’t help but ask as he moved to sit with you.

He smirked and held the joint between his lips, unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt before he pulled it open to reveal a circular scar on his ribs, just beneath his pec on the right side. Your fingers came to graze over it, a breath leaving you at the feel of the raised skin beneath the pads of your fingertips. He pulled the shirt off and gestured with one hand to his back while the other hand took the spliff out of his mouth.

Moving behind him, you looked over the vast array of scars on the expanse of his back, running your fingers over each of them. Some were straight lines, others more jagged, both deep and somewhat faded. He let you explore them for a moment before he put out the joint on the ashtray you kept by the mattress. You hardly noticed, still entranced by the scar just behind his shoulder when he turned to face you.

“We’ll finish that later,” he mumbled as one hand smoothed over your knee, his eyes taking you in. “God damn, girl, you are so fuckin’ fine.”

You gasped as he leaned forward on his hands and knees, closing the space between you to take your lips in a heated kiss. Groaning against your lips, his tongue flicked against them, demanding rather than requesting entrance. Another moan buzzed against your lips as you opened up for him, pulling him on top of you as you lay back on the mattress, You yanked the various throw pillows from beneath you and threw them out of the way, rocking your hips up against his as he grabbed your breast and pinched your nipple. Biting down on his bottom lip, you dug your nails into his back, holding him in place while your legs curled around him as well.

His lips lowered to leave wanton kisses on your neck, his facial hair lightly scratching against your skin, while one hand worked to unbutton your shorts. A tingle bloomed between your legs, muscles clenching and unclenching as he reached up to pull your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your bare breasts. He wasted no time in taking one nipple into his mouth with his fingers twisted and tweaked the other. You bucked up against him, shivering when you felt his hard cock pressed against the seat of your shorts.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, sliding one hand down the front of your shorts. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy so deep you’re gonna feel me for days.”

Your muscles clenched at his words as his fingers slipped through your folds, smearing your essence on your clit in quick, tight circles. Arching your back you cried out, rocking your hips in time with his movements, a light sheen of sweat forming on your neck. When he sucked your other nipple into his mouth and slid two fingers inside you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, more juices wetting his digits as they curled toward your belly.

“Fuck! Drex!” you moaned, hips bucking wildly against him as one hand held tight to his locs.

“So wet for me,” he purred against your collar bone, thrusting his fingers harder in and out so that the sounds of them moving inside you grew louder. “Cum on my fingers, Baby Girl, come on.” He wiggled his digits against your G spot, earning an elated cry as your back arched again as he egged you on, “Such a good girl. That’s it, Baby, come for me.”

With a final arch of your back, your muscles gripped his fingers again and again, waves of pleasure shooting from the apex of your thighs. Your throat was raw as you screamed his name, begged for more, lifting your head to look at where his hand was shoved down the front of your unzipped and unbuttoned shorts. Your legs twitched, opening wider for him as he moved to sit back on his haunches, his fingers still buried deep inside you. Pulling his hand away, he smirked at your whimper at the loss of his digits and pulled your shorts and panties down and off.

“Fuck, you got a pretty pussy,” he purred, eyes locked on it as he unbuckled his belt.

You immediately sat up and helped, all but ripping his jeans open and shoving them down his hips. You licked your lips at the sight of his thick, long cock whipping from beneath his boxers, slapping his lower belly. Unable to help yourself, you reached for him and stroked his length a few times while he kicked off his jeans and boxers.

“Fuck me, Drex,” you moaned.

He groaned around a smirk and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees.

You yelped when his hand came down on your ass once. Twice. And a third time before he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside in one long stroke. His hands gripped your hips, holding you hard against him as he groaned in relief, letting you get used to his girth. After a moment, he slowly pulled out and snapped back in, beginning a steady tap of skin on skin. He filled you so well that your breath caught in your throat, and every time he buried himself to the hilt he was reaching a place inside you that not even your dildo had ever reached. Your legs trembled, the tickles in your pussy reaching a crescendo as he reached for a handful of your hair and carefully pulled your head up, using it as leverage.

“Fuck yourself back on my cock,” he growled, spanking you again with his free hand. “Like I know you wanted to the first day you met me.”

You almost want to give him a snarky response when he snapped his hips forward one, twice, three times as if to get your undivided attention. Then he stopped moving and let you take over, growling low in his chest as you rocked yourself hard back into him. Closing your eyes, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him filling you over and over,

“Such a tight little pussy,” he whispered, the hand in your hair loosening as it and the other hand grab hold of your hips again, pulling you back against him. Moving with you, he spanked you again, snapping his hips forward until you were sure there would be bruises left behind.

He bent forward to bite the juncture where neck meets shoulder as one arm snaked around you to circle his fingers on your clit again. You whined as the pleasure and pain pushed you over the edge and your pussy hugged him again and again, your body trembling. His fingers didn’t let up, nor did his hips, stroking you through your own orgasm before he slammed into you one last time and you felt the heat of his release spurt deep inside you. He grunted next to your ear, keeping himself buried a moment longer while he reached for the abandoned joint before slowly pulling out and laying next to you.

“Grab that lighter out of my pocket?” he said, rearranging the pillows behind you.

It took you a moment to get your bearings enough to move. You fished the zippo out of his jeans and handed it to him as you laid down. Watching him light the joint, you bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes followed the scar around his eye again. You were still throbbing between your legs, your muscles spasming every few moments as though expecting to still find him inside you, and you realize after a moment that he wasn’t exaggerating when he said that you would feel him for days.

As he passed you the joint, he asked, “You gonna stop pretending you’re not interested now?” with that damned smirk on his face.

Trying and failing to suppress a smile, you rolled your eyes. “I guess.”

He grinned. “Good,” he said, rolling onto his side and drawing indistinct patterns on your stomach with his fingertips. “Cause you weren’t fooling anybody.” He winked. “I know I’m pretty.”

[ampedupkaon]

August Writing Challenge Day 22: Gowther/Nadja

AN: This one takes place 45 years in the past. Gowther has been helping Nadja for a while now; but they haven't kissed yet.

“What is wrong, Nadja?” Gowther asked. The purple haired woman he found himself quite fond of looked rather nervous when she'd come running in to his room.

“Don't laugh.” He was confused by the comment.

“I would not laugh at you, Nadja.”

“My younger brothers might.” Gowther repeated his proclamation and she told him what was bothering her.

“I had a nightmare. A dragon attacked the castle. I found you, Bartra, Denzel... mother and father... all dead, bodies burnt by the dragon.”

“Why did you come to see me of all of the people who found dead?”

“Because you're the one I see the most, Gowther.” He felt a strange tickle in his chest at her words. It was true; he visited her the most. Which was bad, because surely her brothers should...

“Why do your brothers not visit you?”

“Bartra is next in line to the throne and is learning how to be a good king. He has so many lessons he barely has any time for himself. And Denzel is training to be a Holy Knight and the training wears him out. It would be selfish of me to command their time when they've got so many responsibilities of their own.” She told him, starting to breathe heavily. Gowther guessed she hadn't been breathing properly while telling him all that.

“Do you wish me to accompany you back to bed, Nadja?” Her cheeks flushed, Gowther having no clue why.

“Um... You have to know that a man and a woman have to be... courting before they can be seen going to bed together.”

“I was not suggesting we shared a bed. Though... if you would like we can.” Her cheeks went red.

“No one would see that we had... you are the maid who 'helps me' in the morning after all...” She took hold of his hand and he let himself be led to her room. Nadja looked flustered, but happy.

“Would you like me to hold you, my lady?” He asked, pretending to be Meldor; the character he knew Nadja liked. She giggled at his question, before nodding his head. He scooped her up, earning a small scream of surprise. He carried her bridal style towards the bed, before lowering her down.

“Would my lady like me to undress before we climb into bed?”

“No! It's... a lot for the first time I've shared a bed with someone.” She quickly answered.

“It will be my first time sharing a bed as well, my lady.” She giggled at the little bow he did. He removed his top, knowing that most men slept wearing only their bottoms. Nadja appeared a little flustered.

“Does it bother you that I'm like this, my lady?”

“You look... very nice.” Gowther grinned.

“Thank you. You flatter me.” She giggled, his words making the blush fade.

“Gowther, get into bed.” He did so, getting comfortable at the other side of the bed from her.

“Um... when two people share a bed... they usually do it to cuddle.” He knew what cuddling was. He also knew that suggested a romantic relationship between the man and the woman. He did like Nadja, but was unsure if it was romantic yet.

“Shall we cuddle?” She shuffled closer and he did the same. Her arms slid around him and he copied, carefully squeezing; frightened of squeezing too tight. She sighed in pleasure.

“This feels nicer than I thought it would.”

“I will keep the nightmares away, my lady. And if my presence is not enough to frighten them... then I shall be here when you wake up to comfort you.” She made an 'aw' noise; as though he was being cute. Cute was something he didn't quite understand. A puppy was cute. A baby was cute too, though Gowther didn't understand how. Men typically didn't like being called cute. He didn't care; 'cute' was a nice word and it felt nice when Nadja called him it.

“Thank you, Gowther.” She told him, a soft smile crossing his face at the words.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He closed his eyes, fully aware he didn't need to sleep, but knowing she needed to think he was asleep.

“Sweet dreams, Gowther.” She whispered, sounding a lot calmer. Her heart rate had slowed down too; which was good. It had been going too quickly before; that much he did know. Fear made people's hearts race. She was calm now; contentedly sleeping in his arms. Gowther let his mind switch off for a while, as content in her arms as she was in his.

AN: Nadja wakes up first, and swears him to secrecy from everyone. Gowther nods in understanding and agreement; telling her he doesn't care if other people find out he has slept with her. Her cheeks go crimson at the way he put it and it has to be explained to him about certain euphemisms people use to refer to adult acts.

[laxyaklovesloz]

The Legend of Zelda: Real Courage | Chapter Nine: Prince Zale at the Hot Spring

Mori stayed in the cave when Lila returned to Kakariko. It was a lot later than she expected, so she went straight to the hot spring. It wasn't hard to find; there were signs everywhere pointing in the right direction. She wondered if there would be a lot of people in the spring, but soon realized most people would be in bed. Then she wondered if Zale was still there. She hoped he was. Lady Ganondra would like to know as much about the prince as possible. At least, that's what she told herself.

The climb to the hot spring took a lot of effort. If Lila hadn't been fighting monsters all day, it would have been easy. For her. With sweat gathered in uncomfortable places, a dip in a spring, hot or cold, was a welcoming thought. As she neared the summit, she heard voices.

"Prince Zale, I believe it is time for you to retire for the night."

"I'm not a prince out here," came the familiar voice of Zale. "How many times do I have to remind you?"

Lila moved closer but stayed out of sight. Zale sat at the edge of the pool with his toes skimming the water. He looked somewhat behind him to a man wearing too much clothing for such a warm place. The outfit seemed to be made of fine materials, and the man waved a matching fan in his face. Zale, on the other hand, wore dark shorts and a drying white tunic. The tunic stuck to his body in places and flowed freely in others.

"No one is around," the older man continued. "Surely your identity is safe."

"You never know who is in the shadows," Zale countered with a scowl. Funny, Lila was thinking the same thing.

The man sighed, realizing his defeat. "If you think so, Zale, but need I remind you to go to bed?"

"I'll be asleep in an hour. Now leave me alone." Zale waved a hand and turned his back on the man. With a harrumph, the man began walking away. Unfortunately, the only exit was past Lila. She scrambled to find a more secure place to hide, moving out of sight just in time. The man grumbled as he passed her, completely ignorant of her presence.

When she was sure he was gone, she revealed herself to Zale.

"You're up late," she greeted with a smile.

Zale looked up at her with alarm, which he quickly hid with a blank expression. "I could say the same for you. You... ah... didn't hear any of that, did you?"

Lila began to remove some of her armor, starting with her boots, as she mulled over what to tell him.

"Actually, I already knew who you were," she said without looking up.

"You did?" Zale asked. She could hear the worry in his voice.

She took off her robe and chainmail while thinking again. Her next response took a little more time to figure out. She heard water splash and looked up to see Zale standing, a new scowl on his face.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

Lila put down her sword and other weapons, rolling her eyes. "I don't want anything from you. I just... know. Okay?"

Zale crossed his arms. "No, that's not okay. What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm undressing so I can get in the water."

Zale stepped back. "You're what!"

It was Lila's turn to scowl. "Not all the way! Look, I'm done. Sheesh." She eased herself into the water, generating an involuntary sigh of comfort. The warm water soothed her aching joints and made the slimy feeling of sweat wash away. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let her body sink. Zale was silent the whole time.

"Come back in," Lila joked. "The water's great."

"Who are you?"

"Really? Didn't I tell you already?" She opened one eye to give him a quick look worthy of her words.

"A name doesn't tell me much about you."

"It does for me, Prince Zale."

"Quiet! How do you know who I am?"

Lila heard the shiiink of a sword being removed from its sheath. Her sword. As soon as she heard it, she turned to face Zale and stood in the pool, all nerves ready to defend.

"Put that down," she warned him.

"Or what?" Zale asked. "You took off all your armor, and you're in no position to fight."

He was somewhat right. Lila was on the low ground, always a weak spot, with no way to escape. She had to admit he was smart.

"I'm not here to hurt you if that's what you're worried about," she said.

"Then why are you here?"

"To fight Volvagia."

The answer made Zale pause. His angry face turned into a confused one. "You?"

Even though she was up to her shoulders in water, Lila placed her fists on her hips. "Hey, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm weak!"

"Oh... right."

"And here I thought you were smart," Lila teased. "Guess we're both wrong."

"You think I'm smart?"

"You fight smart."

"Now that I'm looking at you, you look quite strong."

Lila smiled. "I am."

"Strong enough to fight Volvagia?"

"You bet."

Zale lowered the sword. "Huh. Okay. You're not going to reveal my secret, are you?"

Lila sighed and shook her head like it was a stupid question, but inside she just didn't want to lie.

"Okay, okay, I deserved that," Zale said as he put her sword away. Then he got into the hot spring. "So is that why you're so dirty?"

"What?" Lila remarked, insulted.

"I mean your face."

"Are you serious?"

Zale shook his head. "No, no, I mean, you have soot all over your face. Is that from fighting Volvagia?"

"Oh, that," Lila said, feeling her cheeks reddening. "Actually I haven't fought him yet."

"Oh," Zale mocked, "the big strong girl is too scared to fight?"

"No! I just haven't blasted through the tunnels yet. Remember how I bought bombs from you?"

"Yeah."

"I wasted them on a wall that didn't lead anywhere."

Zale laughed, floating onto his back.

"Cut it out! I got enough of that from Mori," Lila grumbled.

He quieted and moved closer. "Sorry. Is Mori that bird you were with earlier?"

"Yeah..." Lila said slowly. "He's a keese, not a bird."

"They're similar."

"Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, I turned back to Kakariko because I need to get more bombs. Then I remembered your offer and here I am."

Zale moved in closer and lowered his voice. "I've heard there are certain plants that actually grow bombs."

"Really? Nu-uh!"

"Yup. It's a legend passed down from bomb seller to bomb seller. I haven't seen one myself, though. Plus, they're bad for business if they do exist."

"Well if I see one, I'll be sure to let you know," Lila said.

"If we see each other again, that is."

"Oh yeah, you're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"

"That's the plan, but..."

"But what?"

Zale looked down, suddenly shy. "This is silly, but... I feel like I know you."

Lila blinked. "Um... what?"

"Yeah, I know, crazy." He tried to brush it off and looked at her with a charming, crooked smile.

"No, it's not!" Lila countered before she could stop herself. "I felt the same way!"

They were both silent. Lila's breath came in short gasps, and she realized she needed to get some cold air. "I'm going," she said, pulling herself out of the spring. As she gathered her things, Zale came after her.

"Wait! I'm sorry. Don't leave yet."

Lila stopped but didn't turn to him. Her breathing hadn't calmed down. "What does this mean?" she asked quietly.

Zale's answer came slowly. "I'm not sure yet, but I'd like to find out."

"You never told me why you might stay longer." Lila could read between the lines, too.

"I'd like to spend more time with you."

She closed her eyes; she knew that was going to be his answer. "It's late. I gotta go. Big day tomorrow."

"Will I ever see you again?"

After pulling on her boots, she turned to face Zale. "You will."

[babyouran]

Attack of the Lady Manager! - with the new appearance of a love-struck, obsessed girl she flips the norms around for the host club members who have much trouble adjusting.

pairing - fem!reader

apart of - ouran add-in

"Oh Tamaki, my dearest Tamaki! Why are you so beautiful?" A brunette girl asked, looking at the man in his expensive outfit. He peered upon her, a pipe in his hand and extensions in his hair. 

"I'm hoping to catch your eye, even if for just one second."

"Then why is your voice so very sweet and mellow?" A black-haired student now wondered.

"To set your nerves at ease, so that my true feelings might reach your heart."

"Oh Tamaki," The girls sighed, cheeks flushed. They were hunched around the small coffee table, all trying to get a smidge closer to be more in the presence of the glistening Tamaki. 

Over at another table filled with a wide variety of sweets and sparkling outfits, the twins were talking to their group of girls. "I think it's adorable you're wearing matching kimonos," One of them expressed, reaching out to touch a bit of the fabric.

"Our mother designed everything the host is wearing today," Hikaru told the girls. "If you see something you like, we can take an order for you."

"Our grandmother even helped us put them on."

"But you know the only one who will be undressing you is me, Kaoru," Hikaru grabbed his chin, blushing evident on Kaoru's face.

"Hikaru, you're embarrassing me, in front of everybody."

"What a tender embrace," The girls giggled.

Nearby another younger girl complimented the secret one, "Haruhi! You look so cute in your kimono, almost like a girl!"

"Thanks," She smiled lightly.

Y/n was present with her growing group of both genders. She sat in a kimono of a light green color with a matching mask and bows in her hair the same color.

"Y/n! You look so pretty, especially with your bows," A boy complimented, a tough look on his face with sweaty palms reaching for one of the treats. 

"Awh, thank you, I'm glad you enjoy them. I was worried they wouldn’t fit me,” she looked down at her lap, soon moving her eyes back up towards her guests and fixing the said accessories. 

"They look beautiful on you! Y/n your hair looks so amazing with them," Another boy spoke, who was trying to indulge in some of the offered refreshments but his hand was shaking madly. The boy, who previously spoke, started to move his hand out to touch the bows. He leaned across the table as Y/n was looking down at the secret book on her lap, fingers mere inches away but didn't get the opportunity as his hand was smacked with a pen causing him to pull away.

"Do not touch her," He glared at them. "It's not appropriate,” and without sparing another glance he placed his attention onto Y/n, “You have been doing well lately, with a steady flow of customers."

"Thank you Kyoya-senpai," She bowed in her seat. "The compliment is kind, and I must say, I like your kimono," She complimented. In response the boys across from her mumbled about how it wasn't fair she complimented him instead of them. Kyoya just pushed up his glasses and walked away. He had to move his notebook to cover his face due to an unwanted pink arriving on his cheeks. It was a strange reaction as he had been complimented by many guests before, fellow girls, but none elicited a response like Y/n was able to. He just chalked it up to her newer continual presence in the group and that he would eventually get over it. 

"Do you have any more picture books coming out?" A girl pondered, walking over to Kyoya who was answering their obsession desired questions. 

"N/n-chan, n/n-chan, I don't know how but I lost one of my sandals," A sad Honey wandered over, just the one sandal hanging in his hand. A large pout was plastered on his face, puppy-dog eyes staring upon the younger girl eliciting sympathy. 

"It's okay Honey-senpai, we will look for it," Y/n walked closer to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting pat.

"Mitsukuni," Mori voiced, now walking over all stoic, bending down to his knees to take his foot and slide on the missing sandal.

"Takashi," He spoke, tears bubbling in his eyes.

"I noticed that you dropped it.” 

Honey embraced him in a large hug when a new swarm of ladies came around, all awing at the scene. Not too interested in watching the scene Y/n moved her eyes over to Haruhi where she bumped into one of the twins, a small bottle of eye drops falling onto the ground.

"You guys use fake tears?" Y/n asked, walking over and inspecting the bottle Haruhi found.

"For your information, it's common for a host to use eye drops," Kaoru spoke, standing on the side of Y/n.

"No woman alive can resist a man on the brink of tears," Hikaru added, moving to her other side. 

"I could," Y/n mumbled, passing the eye drops back to Haruhi.

"That's cheating," Haruhi declared, holding the eye drops in the air.  Hikaru swiftly moved over to her side, tsking to himself.

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper."

"Here Y/n," Kaoru tapped her shoulder, pulling out a little box with a sweet pastry inside it. It was wrapped in a small green box, matching her outfit, and a silver bow wrapped it up all neatly. 

"It's for me? Really?" She looked up excitedly, eyes beaming wide. It was a look that interested Kaoru differently, he watched closely, a genuine smile morphing on his face as she took the top off to smell it.

"Aren't you so cute," he chuckled, the twins admiring her reactions as Hikaru was leaning over Kaoru’s shoulder. 

"I didn't know you liked sweets, Y/n," A girl commented, watching her admire the treat. Y/n bashfully stepped away from the crowd, putting the top back on the sweet treat and holding it off to her side.

"I do, but I'm going to give it to Haruhi so she could give it as a memorial to her mother. I do wish to visit her one day," Y/n looked at her friend, whose eyes lit up and they hugged each other.

The girls melted, watching them exchange a moment.

"How kind of you, looking after your friend," Tamaki mentioned, getting close to Y/n and leaning dramatically on her shoulder. "Being so kind, please take some for yourself, and Haruhi! You take some for your mother too," He started to pile up their hands with different colored boxes of an assortment of treats.

"I can afford these myself," Y/n grumbled while Haruhi gave Tamaki an odd look. She put the boxes down and stepped closer to Tamaki, looking at him as if she were trying to find some hidden secret about him. 

"Those are fake tears, right?" Haruhi questioned.

"I'm offended,” Tamaki gasped, hand to his heart, “Being able to cry without eye drops is the mark of a true host," He let a single tear fall from his face like a professional actor would and turned to Y/n. "I'm amazing right, have you fallen for me?"

"No," Y/n deadpanned, turning away.

"Haruhi?"

"Nope," She agreed.

"Why isn't it working," He wondered out loud.

"Who's that?" Y/n pointed over to where a young girl was hunched and peeking out, catching the attention of Haruhi and Tamaki who were also looking at the same scene.

"Looks like the host club has a brand new guest!" The twins observed.

"Come on in, what are you waiting for?" Kaoru asked, rose in hand.

"Watching from afar is no fun," Hikaru spoke, an identical flower in his hand as well.

"Stop that," Tamaki popped up in front of them, somehow magically having a rose too. "How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first-time guests? Please, you don't have to be afraid my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club.” He stuck out his hand, hoping for the girl to grab it.

"No! Don't touch me! You're phony!" She yelled, slapping Tamaki's face, hard. A similar reaction appeared on the features of the other club members, shock and confusion at the very abrupt words and actions of the mysterious young lady. 

"What do you mean I'm phony?" Tamaki questioned astounded, tears welling in his eyes.

"Just what I said, you're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club!" The auburn-haired girl pointed her finger at the president. "You shouldn't go spreading your love around so easily like that, you're stupid! You must be a dim-witted narcissist! You're incompetent, you're a commoner! You're disgusting!" She exclaimed, shaking her hands, raising her voice, and stomping her foot. 

Tamaki took each insult to heart, every word she threw out he stepped back, acting as though it were a punch to the gut, and landed till his back hit the pillar in the room, sliding down to sit on his bottom in defeat. 

Kyoya stepped forward, a finger on his chin. "I don't suppose you are," He tapped his chin before opening up his notebook and flipping through scribbled cursive pages. 

"It's you, Kyoya!" The girl spoke, tears in her own eyes now. Her whole personality did a 180, stepping on the feet of the diminished Tamaki and reaching out towards Kyoya, arms wide. "Oh how I've longed to meet you, my one and only prince charming," She hugged him, yet Kyoya’s arms just stayed stiff on his side. He made no effort to reciprocate the action. 

"Your fiancée," Hikaru started.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru finished, eyes wide and staring at the man in shock.

"Of course,” She smiled confidently, pushing a bit of hair back, “ My name is Hoshakuji Renge and I'm transferring into Ouran Academy's First Year Class A tomorrow," She introduced, now sitting on a red couch with a hot cup of tea in front of her.

"Why is he sulking?" Hikaru wondered, referring to a sad Tamaki in the corner. 

"Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy," Kaoru told his brother.

"Why does everyone insist on referring to us as husband and wife," Kyoya grumbled.

Renge started on with a story, explaining she met the money-obsessed man while he was in a backyard looking at flowers and then ended up helping a kitten.

"She serious?" The twins sarcastically asked.

"A kitten," Y/n tried to stifle her chuckle. "Kyoya and an injured kitten," She now let her laugh exit her mouth. However, the action quickly ended when Kyoya sent a glare and she straightened up in her seat with her mouth shut.

"Could you have the wrong person?" Haruhi questioned Renge.

"No way! I could recognize my love anywhere!" She continued with her ramblings, telling the group how Kyoya was a very humble man who was always looking out for people in need.

It was madness inside Music Room 3 with the very conflicting image Renge was trying to tell about Kyoya and how he truly was. The twins ran around with their hands in their hair, clearly shocked about such chaos. Haruhi, Mori, and Honey all had more composed expressions as they just let her babble on, hoping to figure out a better explanation soon. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle because she enjoyed seeing and hearing a different side of Kyoya, even if it was not true. She couldn’t help but hold a slight interest in the man as their situations with their family were similar in multiple ways. Tamaki on the other hand, was also displaying characteristics that were out of his norm as he was making no noise, no movement, and just stayed sulking in a corner.

"He looks exactly like the star of the popular dating sim, 'Uki-doki Memorial'! You're my real-life Ichijo Miyabi!" Renge asserted, pointing at Kyoya. Her eyes were wide and she danced around in a circle while she mentioned his whole look alike. 

"Uki?" Haruhi began.

"Doki?" Honey added on.

"OTAKU!" Tamaki yelled.

"OTAKU?" Hikaru questioned, stopping his running and moving towards Tamaki in a frightened stance.

"I've never seen one!" Kaoru spoke scared.

"Oh," Y/n stopped laughing, walking towards the girl. "You think Kyoya is him, so this Ichijo, he has glasses, correct? And you're in love with him?,” Y/n sighed, shaking her head and facing the whole group, “She most likely just made herself believe that you are engaged," Y/n realized, Kyoya nodding in apparent agreement. Y/n took a seat next to him while the group crowded around the duo in relief.

"So she made it up? You're not her fiancée, right?" Tamaki queried.

"Well, no, I don't ever remember asking for her hand in marriage. Besides this is the first time I've met this woman.”

"According to my research, I understand you're in charge of managing the club, is that true, Kyoya?" Renge moved to his open side, leaning in uncomfortably close. Y/n stayed in her seat behind him, now with a small bowl of popcorn in hand as she watched it go down. After a bit of a rude glare from Renge sent her way, Y/n got up and stood by the twins who immediately reached their hands into the salty treat, eyes intently staring at the two now on the couch. 

Kyoya's eyes followed Y/n as she moved away from her spot, a little annoyed that she didn't stay by his side. For some odd and unknown reason, it was comforting, his nerves and anger bubbling up at this random woman's absurd words lessened having Y/n just in his presence. 

"That's right, Kyo-chan is our director!" Honey told her proudly. 

"You're the club's director! That's perfect. Oh wow, I've always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise business.”

"We don't advertise, we're just a host club," The twins stated.

"I've made up my mind! From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this host club!" She announced, ignoring the twin's words.

"Um, listen Kyoya," Tamaki leaned over the back of the couch that Kyoya was sitting on.

"Miss Hoshakuji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client. So, please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?" Kyoya warned Tamaki, his voice rough, trying to hide his annoyance with the new presence of the girl. Tamaki stepped away, putting his head down like a dog that was just scolded. 

"Well boys, I can't wait to work with you," Renge smiled. 

Later the next day, the club gathered back in their classic room. Yet, Tamaki now had a different outlook on Renge’s presence. 

"I thought about it a lot last night and maybe having a lady manager isn't such a bad idea," Tamaki spoke.

"Why do you say that?" The twins wondered.

"With Renge, she can help Y/n. Renge is very outspoken and Y/n can be, but she doesn’t show her true self enough. Not to forget that she can help make Y/n want to show her femininity, maybe even her face. Or maybe Y/n will now want to be closer to us like Renge is with Kyoya!"

"Pardon me?" Y/n looked up from her book, not paying attention till her name was used.

"It can also help Haruhi, maybe she will want to show some more femininity too!"

"Good grief," Haruhi sighed.

"Now is our chance to help Y/n and Haruhi! This is very important men!" Tamaki stood up, though the two they were mentioning weren’t too involved in the conversation. Y/n was still reading her book and Haruhi was trying to peak over to get a glance at it.

"Hey everyone! You'll be happy to know that your new manager, Renege, has baked all of you some cookies!" She popped her head from the door, chocolate chip cookies in a napkin for the group.

"She's so ladylike! I'm moved by your generosity!" Tamaki preached, winking his eyes at the twins.

"I didn't bake these cookies for you, you phony prince," Renege had stuck her hand out in his face, stepping away to move towards the others in the group. "I'm sorry, I burnt them a little bit, I did the best I could. I already know what you're going to say!"

"She wasn't kidding, these cookies really are burnt," Honey spoke, some of the cookies in his mouth with crumbs falling all over.

"Don't eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you," Mori rushed over to his side, a different napkin in hand for Honey to spit them out. This was something that Renge had overheard and went on to chase the two around the room, yelling about their ungratefulness. 

"She's scaring me!" Honey yelled in Mori's arms, shielding his face.

"They don't look horrible," Y/n added, taking some for herself. "What do you think, Haruhi?"

"They have a good flavor to them."

"May I try?" Hikaru questioned, taking a bite of the cookie that was in Y/n's hand. She just looked down at him in confusion as Tamaki turned around to watch this action. 

"Oh look, there is a crumb," Kaoru noticed, licking the girl's finger. Y/n stood still, staring at the wall when she felt a little warmth go to her face. She just looked at her finger and wiped it on the skirt of her dress, refusing to give them their wanted reaction. 

"Don't do that-"

"Did you see what he just did? HE JUST TOOK A BITE FROM HER HAND!" Tamaki started yelling incredulously, pointing to the two brothers. He was jumping up and down from his anger, hands pulling at the roots of his hair. 

"Ah, Haruhi, you have some crumbs on your face," Y/n mentioned, licking a finger and wiping the crumb from her face. Haruhi stood, a pink blush forming its way on her cheeks as she lifted a finger to feel where the crumb was. 

"And the four classmates get closer than they have ever been," Kyoya added.

"Y/n! Just tell them off, causally brush them to the side," Tamaki spoke, moving his hands towards her cheeks, covered with the mask. He peered into her eyes, jealously clearly swarming in his lobes as he waited for her response. 

"This is inappropriate," Y/n commented, looking down from his glare and feeling the heat once again. She moved his hands from her face, turning around to take a breath from all the close touching that had happened within the evening. It was something she was not used to, this type of physical affection, and easily had a response to her. She didn’t like that it could quickly make her feel something different as she was used to just showing a more neutral or emotionless self. 

"Inappropriate? They are twice as guilty! Someone call the police!" Tamaki started freaking out.

"Renge-chan, Renge-chan, want some? It's milk," Honey questioned, hoping to make amends with the once-raging girl. He held a cute pink glass that was filled with the liquid, reaching high to let her grab the cup. Although her response was not as welcomed, she took a sip and quickly spit the liquid out onto Honey. Mori and Y/n moved over with towels, trying to help the boy dry off a bit.  

"Lukewarm, Like every single one of you!" She interrupted the twins and Tamaki's fighting with her loud statement. Even Mori and Y/n stopped in their tracks to put their attention on the very angry Renge. "Except for Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome, young men who are troubled. Boys are puppies to sappy, pretty young women. If you keep carrying on like this, it's only a matter of time before the girls and guys get tired of you and stop coming all together. Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya's business? As your manager, it's my job to change your character backgrounds," She finished in a huff. 

"Let's start with you," She pointed with a sharp nail to Honey who was startled and a bit frightened. "If all you are is cute inside and out then you're no different than a baby. Therefore, from now on you're the baby-face thug!" She demanded. This was something that Honey wasn’t looking forward to as he let out a horrified scream in response, hands on his cheeks. 

"Mori-senpai, you're his childhood friend, the flunkie! The twins are basketball players, enslaved in their own world! Haruhi, you're an honor student who is constantly being bullied. Y/n, you are the lovestruck girl, obsessed with romantic stories, never achieving it. Lastly, Tamaki, you're the school idol who is admired for his good looks but you really have an inferiority complex that you're hiding from the world. The lonely prince!" She renamed them, going around the group to assign them their new characters. 

"I do enjoy a good romance book, but currently I am more interested in mystery novels," Y/n corrected, moving over to her bag to look at the multitudes of books she was carrying with her.

"And Kyoya, you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, ‘kay?"

"Thank you, I'm honored," Kyoya smiled lightly, but his attention shifted over to where Y/n sat sifting through a pile of books present on her lap. "I wonder what she thinks," He wondered aloud quietly, looking at the dedication shining through her glare as she picked up a new book to begin.

"The lonely prince, it's true, the title is perfect for me," The blonde man thought, a light shining directly onto him as the rest went out.

"Come on Kyoya-senpai," Kaoru began.

"You gotta do something," Hikaru finished.

"Why? It seems like the boss is up for it," He pointed over to Tamaki concentrating on trying to master his part. "Let's just wait and see how things turn out. I bet it'll be interesting. It always is."

Magically enough, the twins were on a basketball court with a crew behind them. The stands were filled with onlookers cheering over the buzzers as it was announced a basket had just been made. Yet, the yelling of the crowds soon calmed down as someone on the court was injured. 

"Get a stretcher, take him to the infirmary immediately!" A voice yelled at someone.

"Kaoru?" Hikaru ran back, looking at his brother who was clutching his knee. "Kaoru!"

"You've got to get back in the game Hikaru, we need you!" A teammate told the star player, trying to pull him away from his brother.

"Shut up!"

"Hikaru, listen to me, please don't worry. There's nothing you can do. You can't share my pain. You're not the one who got hurt, now go on," Kaoru moved his hand to his brother's cheek, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I can't, it hurts. It hurts Kaoru," He clutched the hand on his cheek.

But soon enough that scene disappeared and it cut to a rainy scenery outside, where the twins lay on the ground with a soaked Tamaki.

"I'm sorry, but I'm envious. The way you two support each other like that," Tamaki shook his head, looking down at the mushy grass, hair damp from the raging rain. 

"But Suoh-senpai, how can you be envious of us?" the twins wondered. "You're the school's idol."

"An idol, right," Tamaki sighed, laughing to himself. "I hate that people worship me for something so superficial as my appearance. I think it would be much better for me to be alone."

The image panned to Y/n sitting underneath a tree with a jacket over her head while reading a popular romantic novel.

"Oh, how she will never find love. I'll never find love," Y/n fake cried. "My appearance is nothing like these fellow girls, I'm yet a hopeless romantic, looking for someone to save me. Someone to dig me out of this hole and…and… date me!"

The image switched to a fast-paced and intense scene with Haruhi now running away from a mysterious villain.

"You can't run away forever, I'm going to show you what happens to anyone that crosses me," Honey threatened, walking towards a Haruhi who was sitting against a tree.

"Don't do it Mitsukuni, you should have realized by now that whenever you hurt others, you're really just hurting yourself," Mori said, standing next to the other fellow third year.

"I didn't ask you for any advice, you want me to put you over my knee, again?" Honey looked up at Mori, threatening glare on his soft features. "You know, it pisses me off when people don't know their place.” He couldn’t hold his act for a long time because soon enough he jumped into Haruhi’s arms yelling multiple apologies. 

"Cut! Cut!" Renge yelled, snakes almost coming out of her hair. "What's wrong with you? You gotta stick to the script! Stop rolling cameraman!" Renge ordered, the man mentioned putting a thumbs up.

"How'd we go from changing our characters to shooting a movie about them?" Hikaru asked, sitting in a chair next to Kaoru. Y/n was standing beside Kyoya behind the boys.

"And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?" Haruhi pondered.

"Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood," Kyoya told them.

"Yeah, she made me help convince them. She has the money, and I have the new equipment," Y/n sulked, thinking back to how Renge threatened to poison her tea if she had not agreed.

"Y/n! How was I? Did you like it?" Tamaki ran over, to ask the girl, towel draped around his neck.

"It wasn't bad."

"I think I'm starting to discover a new side of myself and I'm thinking of exploring it," He admitted proudly.

"Tamaki-senpai, do you really think you should? I don't think you need to, you being yourself is good enough," Y/n walked away, leaving a blushing Tamaki. "Hey Haruhi-chan, you did good out there," Y/n complimented.

"Thanks, you were able to play your part well too."

"Hey, Haruhi! You're on!" Renege called out. "Oh, Y/n, come over here too!" The girls walked over, looking for her until she motioned for them to come around the building, to the back. "These guys are going to make an appearance in the film!" 

"In your film? What are you talking about?" One of the brooding men asked.

"Y/n, you get in there too, after all, we are going to need some big tough guys for the climax! And having your lovestruck heroine, this will be amazing!" Renge smiled, she then went on about her plan and tightly gripped one of the larger man's arms, trying to drag him in a certain direction.

"Renge, maybe you should-" Y/n began.

"Hey! You think you can push me around?" The boy went to put his arms on Renge before Y/n jumped in front, able to lightly push her away. The man instead pushed her harshly and she fell back into the equipment.  

"Y/n!" Haruhi yelled, rushing over to the girl.

"Renge you can't do that, you can't do that to people and stereotype them," Y/n stood up, looking down at her leg. 

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

"Haruhi, what's wrong? Y/n?" Tamaki moved forward.

"Y/n got hurt," Haruhi admitted to her older classmate whose expression changed, and he angrily marched up to one of the men. "It's not his fault," Haruhi voiced yet Tamaki and the men both stared at each other angrily, one clutching his fists. Tamaki stepped closer, grabbing onto his shirt with a fire burning in his glare. 

"Tamaki, I'm fine. It wasn't his fault," Y/n told him, looking up from where she sat on the ground, clutching onto her leg. In response to her words, he slowly let the man go, facing his attention back to Y/n.  

"Are you okay?" He looked to Y/n, putting a hand out to help her stand up. Once she was standing he let her put an arm over his shoulder to help her regain her balance. 

"Just scraped my knee," She shrugged.

"N/n-chan, N/n-chan," Honey ran over, looking at the bloodied mark. "We will take you to the nurse," Honey nodded to Mori, Mori took the girl’s arm and let her wrap it around his waist. Though he was the one to initiate the contact, it was also one that brought little butterflies into the stoic man’s stomach. 

Tamaki sat down, smiling at the girl walking away who looked back to give him a thumbs up. Haruhi sat down beside him when a tear dropped from her eye. It freaked Tamaki out but luckily Haruhi brushed it off with just being a problem with her contact. 

"Please tell me you got all that cameraman?" Renge turned to look toward the man in question.

"Yes, boss."

"That was an ideal final scene!" She exclaimed. "All it needs now is a sweet narration by my Kyoya," But before she could utter any other words a loud crash echoed with glass pieces littering the ground. A rock had smashed through the camera lens. "What, is something wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence, I also can't let such film be released of a member getting hurt," Kyoya explained. "I think you've caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest,” He spat out the last word, a disgusted look on his face, quickly turning around to move off and see about Y/n’s whereabouts. 

"A pest?" A tear fell from her eyes. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now?" She sunk into her seat, tears streaming from her eyes. 

"That's not the real Kyoya," Tamaki told her, sending a disappointed glance to the girl.

A few days later the club was back in its normal running action. Girls and boys were surrounding the Music Room in an attempt to get closer to its hosts. Delicious treats and piping hot teas littered the coffee tables and sweet chatter echoed throughout. 

"I bought the film, that scene in the rain was just phenomenal!" A girl beamed and was overheard by many others who were quick to comment on their ideas about the scene in question. 

"Y/n, that scene where you got hurt protecting someone was so heartwarming," Another girl spoke up, now a crowd surrounding the young women.

"Oh, right," She quietly mumbled, looking down onto her lap. 

"Are you okay? Let us see your knee," One girl commanded and the boys who were once nea were pushed back by the emerging crowd of a female population. Y/n decided to follow their requests, hoping to quickly shut down the whole thing, and rolled her dress up a tiny bit so they could see the bottom of her knee where a little bit of the bandaged injury peaked through. This was an action that enchanted some of the men, pushing closer in hopes of seeing more. 

"That's enough," Kyoya intervened causing the crowd to disperse. He took a step forward himself, "I never did ask if you are okay, I shouldn't have let it get that far," He sat down beside her.

"Don't worry Kyoya-senpai. I was taken care of, it was just a little scrape. Either way, I'm glad you did that movie and got the money for the club," Y/n nudged him in the shoulder, soft eyes looking upon him with admiration. 

"I hope you don't mind too much that I did purposefully break one of your family's products," Kyoya admitted, looking up from his notebook.

"That's okay," She laughed and Kyoya could feel his heartbeat just a little faster. With the kindness of her voice and their shoulder practically touching it just caused a new feeling to erupt inside him. "My father won't know. However, he did find out about the scrape from a maid and that was a long, boring conversation."

"Good evening everyone!” Renge waltzed into the room confidently. “Thank you Y/n, I realized how brave it was for you to rescue me, it was your way of showing your love. Now, come on Y/n, let's go to my house."

"Wait, what? Kyoya-senpai? Tamaki-senpai? Haruhi? Anyone?" Y/n asked frantically while getting dragged out of the room.

"Wait don't take Y/n!" Tamaki yelled.

next chapter - The Twins Fight!

[hana-akari]

Sakura swore to herself up and down that she no longer harbored feelings for Sasuke anymore. But they were now all punching her in the gut. She doesn’t know why it mattered so much that he sees her like this. He already saw the worst out of her when she was drunk. Thank god she didn’t decide to pop open a bottle of wine before he showed up. It would only lead to her embarrassing herself in front of him more. 

She internally scolded herself over worrying about such little things. Why did any of it matter? It’s not like he’ll ever be attracted to her! And yet she was stressing about how he viewed her as he looked over her home. Sakura cursed herself for not quickly cleaning before answering the door. Not that her house was a mess. She prided herself in keeping things neat and orderly. Still she chewed on her bottom lip as she scolded herself. How dumb of her to have a blanket and snacks out! He definitely thought she was some kind of mess…

Or most likely, he just didn’t care.

Sakura wasn’t sure what was worse!

“I know I don’t… I just hate you keep seeing me at my worst.” She answered dryly, then looked at him in confusion. Why would that matter to him? Now a brow lifted at him, “Ino came early this morning. Naruto probably forgot. Master Kakashi and Lady Tsunade probably have better things to do.” Her shoulders raised in a small shrug, then she let out a sudden laugh, “As if Sai would care about something as meaningless as a birthday.” Even if he did, he probably would say something insulting to her after wishing her a happy birthday. She shook her head at the thought.

Then– Sasuke surprised her again when he suddenly told her to get dressed, “Why do I… Wah!” Sakura’s face went bright red when she noticed how Sasuke was looking, not so subtly, at her chest. Her arms quickly wrapped around herself to hide her chest. She had completely forgotten how visible her nipples were through her shirt, “D-do you have to stare so shamelessly?! I’m not going outside dressed like this! I-it’s bad enough you’ve seen me dressed like trash.” Trash and basically naked! …She wonders if he liked what he saw. Part of her hoped he did.

“Let me throw on something real quick!”

Sakura quickly dove into her room and shut the door. Taking a moment to press her back against it and calm her quickly beating heart. She was just so damn flustered! Sakura couldn’t believe how openly Sasuke just stared at her chest! To think he could be a pervert too! Well… He was still a man. Regardless of who he was. She wished he was staring at her chest under different circumstances. Her face was once again burning red over the dirty thought that passed through her head. Wouldn’t be the first time she thought about doing things with Sasuke. Why was she like this?! It’ll never happen!! He wasn’t looking because he was attracted to her, he was looking because they were standing out!!

It was then she was finally hit with a question…

Why did it matter to him that she was alone? But it also meant more alone time with him.

She had to wear something nice to make up for looking so awful in front of him. Something nice but casual. She wasn’t about to embarrass herself more by over-dressing.

The first thing she did after undressing was put on a bra. A comfortable strapless one that made her chest look nice. Then she looked through her closet and grabbed a red dress she hasn’t had a reason to wear. Pulling it on she looked at herself in the mirror. She untied her hair, bushing it out nicely, putting on her usual red hairband. She added her silver bracelets. After she was absolutely sure she liked how she looked, she left her room. Stuffing her hands in the dress’s pockets. The major selling point of the dress for her,

“Okay… Now I feel comfortable enough for the public to see me.” Sakura blushed a bit, at least the dress wasn’t much nicer than what she usually wore. Though it did show off some cleavage, unlike her normal outfit,

“Where are we going? To go hunt them down over them not visiting me on my birthday?” Seemed rather silly but she wasn’t complaining.

He can sense Sakura's embarrassment; it's almost palpable. He notices her clothing, or rather, lack of certain clothing and choice of others. But he doesn't hold it against her. He has surprised her, after all. He didn't expect her to be dressed nicely (especially after the state he had seen her in last).

One eyebrow raises, albeit only slightly, when she says she holds no bitterness towards him. He doesn't quite believe her. All the resentment she expressed that night couldn't have just been misplaced emotions of depression, loneliness, and regret. There was some bitterness there against him, no matter how small. It was fine. They had... a lot.... in their past. She was entitled to feel how she felt.

But he figures his question about inviting him in goes a lot towards showing he doesn't hold that against her, either. He huffs out a little, slightly amused by her response, the quick look upward with a blush. So jumpy. As if they haven't known each other for years.

He moves past the doorway to walk inside, eyes quickly scanning the home to see... well, how she's been living, if only out of hope she hasn't been living in the same state he last saw her. The signs are promising that she has not. Good.

"You don't need to dress up to see me," he remarks, eyes returning to her. A pause. "You haven't had any other guests. What about Naruto. Ino. Kakashi. Tsunade." A frown there. It seems odd. Perhaps they are planning a surprise or there is a mission sending them away. "Sai."

He takes a closer look around. There are no signs, as far as he can tell in an unfamiliar home, that people have been sneaking around. No one is hiding in the home. So... "Get dressed," he tells her suddenly. A glance at her direction, then down where she is definitely not wearing a bra. His gaze lingers for a moment, before he looks back up at her and says, "At least put on a bra, so we can go outside. There must be a reason they've left you alone."

[l-r-christian]

Can I request the Mikaelson men favorite punishment to give their little lady? Can it be smut? Thank you

Gonna make it filthy

Warnings: Smut 18+, Fluff, BDSM undertones, Protective!Mikaelson men, Mean Doms, Brat taming, Choking kink, Spanking kink

Finn Mikaelson

Finn narrowed his eyes seeing how short Y/N's dress was as she flirted with someone guy in the bar and how she allowed the guy to touch her thigh. Finn couldn't take it anymore and walked over throwing her over his shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Unless you want to lose your heart." Finn growled glaring at the guy then walked away as Y/N winked waving her fingers at Camille who was chuckling from behind the bar.

"You need to be punished little one." Finn said lowly dropping Y/N on the bed undressing her as Y/N felt her pulse race with excitement. Finn rolled her over onto her hands and knees before letting out a squeal when his hand came down on her ass.

"Little one I will not be going easy. Now count." Finn says spanking her as she did as told. Y/N got up to 20 smacks as she was dripping face buried in the sheets whining feeling Finn move his fingers along her soaked folds making her moan out loud when he flipped her over burying his face between her thighs.

"Oh little one we are far from done." Finn says pulling away his mouth covered in her slick as her face was flushed shivering at the dark look in his eyes.

Elijah Mikaelson

Y/N sat in Elijah's lap as he read running his fingers over her hair when she felt a all too familiar ache in her core. Elijah pressed a kiss on her temple feeling her shift believing she was getting comfortable. Y/N lifted her skirt speading her legs a bit feeling Elijah pressed right against her core.

"Baby." Elijah said his tone warning her feeling her roll her hips mewling not listening as Elijah narrowed his eyes watching his baby grinding against him. Y/N moaned feeling Elijah's hand come around her thoat squeezing in warning.

"Now I know you wouldn't be brat and disobey me?" Elijah said his baritone voice low in her ear making her shiver still grinding against him. Elijah growled grabbing Y/N's hips stopping her making whine when the sound of Elijah's pants unzipping reached her ears making mewl.

"Oh no baby this is punishment. I am giving you what you want." Elijah says tear off her panties sinking her down on him pulling a long low moan from her. Y/N whined when Elijah didn't move and felt him grip her hip.

"Now you sit here and look pretty." Elijah said kissing her neck feeling her walls fluttering as she wanted Elijah to move.

"Eli...please."

"No, I'll move when I feel like you earned it." Elijah says reaching up squeezing her thoat holding her just his chest making sit there in his lap. Elijah went back to reading and every once awhile rubbing her clit stopping when he felt her getting close.

"Look at you, a dripping mess." Elijah said seeing Y/N flushed her chest heaving tears rolling down her cheeks as she whined weakly gripping his arm.

"Shh I take care of you."

Klaus Mikaelson

Y/N arched pulling at the slik rope that tied her wrists to the headboard as Klaus had his face buried between her thighs when she cummed on his tongue again. Y/N tried to wiggle away feeling overstimulated but Klaus just growled biting her thigh as a warning.

Klaus had already made her cum five times already fully aware that Y/N was overly stimulated as she shook under him hearing her beautiful sounds. Y/N whimpered feeling Klaus bite her thigh again drawing blood pulling a soft moan from her.

Y/N had talked back to Klaus and being a all round brat saying he couldn't make her cum more than once in which her wolf wasn't having none of it. Y/N was shaking tears rolling down her face flushed as her chest heaved.

"No love, you are being punished." Klaus growled diving between her thighs again working on pulling a sixth orgasm from her. Y/N cried out arching off the bed as delicious pleasure flooded her veins while Klaus growled against her.

"Don't you dare fall asleep love because I am far from done with you."

Kol Mikaelson

Kol smirked watching Y/N grip the sheets moaning shaking close to cumming again and pulled the vibrator from her. Kol had been edging his lover for hours after she had been teasing him all morning.

"You look so gorgeous like this." Kol said kissing long Y/N's neck as her face flushed and tears falling from her eyes. Y/N cried put when Kol pressed the vibrator back on her clit as Kol bite her neck hearing her moans and whimpers.

"Ko.....Kol....please." Y/N rasped out shaking as she jolted feeling Kol move the vibrator along her slit. Kol smirked not stopping this this time watching her pulling at the sheets as he let her cum. Y/N arched off bed cumming hard as Kol's eye shined with mischief.

"Oh darling we made you squirt. Let's make you do it again." Kol said lowly in her ear as Y/N shuttered panting knowing she was in for a long night.

[vex-bittys]

Flufftober 2020: Day Seventeen

Prompt: Embarrassing Secret

Pairing: Lustberry (UL!SansxUS!Sans)

Category: Platonic

Note: There is an instance of unwelcome grabbing and some suggestive language, but nothing too serious.

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Lust turned heads everywhere he went. Literally. The moment he stepped into the cozy little coffee shop every single set of eyes sought him out, with some folks craning their necks dramatically just to get a view of him. Lust wondered if maybe this crowd had never seen a skeleton in leather skinny jeans, a crop top, and a neon blue fur lined vest before. Maybe they hadn't, but that didn't excuse the lip-licking and mental-undressing that followed him to the table where his companion sat.

Blue smiled at his friend, passing over an iced coffee with entirely too many toppings and a plate with a little square of gooey butter cake and a fork sitting on it. Lust’s face lit up as he dropped into the seat across from the other skeleton who knew him well enough to have his favorite order memorized and waiting for him. 

"have i told you lately how much i love our little get-togethers?" Lust cooed. Honestly, who better for a skeleton with multiverse issues to befriend than another skeleton with multiverse issues?

"TALKING TO THE PASTRY AGAIN?" Blue quipped, making his friend snort into his beverage. Not everyone got to see this saucy side of Blue, and Lust cherished it.

"don't make me snort, blue. it's so not sexy." Lust restored his diminished sexiness by licking whipped cream from the top of his drink.

"YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO A BIT MORE SNORTING THEN. THAT TABLE LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE ABOUT TO START THROWING DOLLAR BILLS."

Blue pointed to a table of giggling humans. Lust averted his eyes, hoping to discourage the increasingly crude gestures that the humans were making at him. No sense in letting them embarrass themselves for nothing. He certainly wasn’t interested, but he played it cool with a casual shrug.

"i don't mind as long as they don't get handsy. some of these humans think that just because someone is comfortable with sexuality they can help themselves."

"AT LEAST PEOPLE DON’T THINK YOU'RE AN UWU BABY WHO'S NEVER HEARD OF SEX BEFORE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHARM MATURE LADIES WHEN THEY THINK I'M A KID?" Blue grumbled. Lust leaned forward. Blue frequently complained about his baby face and the consequences of pairing it with his short stature, but he'd never mentioned his dating preferences before.

"mature women?"

"MILFS AND COUGARS, OBVIOUSLY." Blue sipped his coffee, completely serious. Lust barely held back another snort as Blue continued his lament. "THEY NEVER TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"

Blue puffed out his cheeks in frustration just as a retiree shuffled past him with her senior coffee clutched close to her chest. She stopped short at the adorable sight before her squinty eyes.

"What a cutie you are," she crooned, reaching out to give one of Blue’s round cheeks a pinch.

Lust sensed impending disaster, so he grabbed Blue, dragging him towards the exit with a hand over his mouth. The last thing they needed was to get kicked out of another coffee shop for making a scene about inappropriate affection from well-meaning geriatrics. 

A human wolf-whistled at Lust as he passed, and he pointedly ignored them. The human decided it would somehow be acceptable to get attention by grabbing his pelvis instead. Lust’s heart-shaped eyelights vanished in an instant.

Lust slapped the human's hand away, loosening his grip on his friend enough for Blue to make his escape. Blue used his newfound freedom to leap onto the nearest table, knocking napkin holders and sugar packets flying right before shouting at the top of his voice:

"I FUCKED YOUR MOM AND YOUR GRANDMA!"

Well, they certainly wouldn't be having coffee here ever again…

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