#but I couldn't think of something to draw for today's prompt

[wifeyoozi]

Lee jihoon - Popsicles for dessert

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : jihoon's tired of all the pink underwear teasing and shows you he doesn't wear one┊ content warning : smut , bestfriends to lovers kinda , blowjobs , big dick jihoon , really big dick jihoon

a/n : aka the prompt ask y'all had been waiting for is finally here. Crack and smut.

 It's all because Soonyoung.

He started it.

The whole pink underwear drama. Jihoon, for the fact, does NOT wear pink underwear. Maybe he wore them once for the sake of one of his ex’s kinks. But he doesn't own pink underwear. There's black and there's dark grey and there's dark blue. A red one for when he's feeling extra freaky. Nothing pink.

And yet all of this fuss and teasing. And it was still bearable when it was just the boys teasing him.

But then you caught on that inner joke. Well, more specifically, soonyoung told you. On purpose. Knowing how big of a crush Jihoon had on you, his best friend. And you found that funny too. And then you started teasing him about it. And he's so embarrassed. 

And today it happened again. You two were just discussing your lives lately, and you told Jihoon about all the new make up you bought recently and how much you love that pink lipstick you got from your favourite brand. A sudden shit-eating grin spread across your face and Jihoon instantly knew where this was headed to. 

“You know, Jihoon, what else is pink”

Jihoon groaned, “oh my god, not you too! Not again!"

You giggled at his reaction, “your underwear Jihoon! You wear pink underwear, don't you? Little pink panties?”

Jihoon groaned, burying his face in the throw pillow on the couch. As you continued teasing him, he snapped. 

“God, y/n, I don't wear pink underwear,” he whined loudly, suddenly standing up, “should I show you or something?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Why not, show me the proof.” There was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Jihoon should have known this was a bad idea. But he was tired of all the teasing already. He hastily untied the knots of his grey sweatpants and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing his slick black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

Your eyes widened. And the colour of his underwear wasn't the reason. It was the big bulge at his crotch which you couldn't take your eyes off. Your mouth watered at the sight. “God, Jihoon,” you were speechless. 

Suddenly shy again, Jihoon attempts to pull his pants back up, but you stop him, your hand on top of his as you move closer. He definitely has a really big dick hidden in there for the bulge to be that big.. And he wasn't even hard. Well, yet.

Your free hand moves and cups his crotch. Jihoon flinches but doesn't push you away. Instead, a soft moan leaves his throat before he could think. “Y/n what are you-”

“What fucking monster kind of dick you have in store here, Hoonie,” you can feel his dick come alive under your hand, the bulge growing as if it wasn't massive already. You palm him through his boxers. His hands fly to hold your wrist, stopping you. He really will just cum already if you keep doing that. You look up at him with a pout. 

“I want it,” you demanded, as if you were a little girl asking for candy or ice cream. Not able to hold himself back, his hand briefly looses over yours and you take the opportunity to instantly pull down his boxers, freeing his cock as it springs up, hard under your attention. 

“Oh my god, hoonie, it's so pretty,” you say, taking Jihoon's cock in your hand, examining it as though it was your first time seeing one. It was a pretty thing indeed, thick and long and only slightly darker than his fair face. It was a pretty shade of pink at the top and the purple veins prodded throughout the length. Its shape was just perfect, not too wonky or long and drippy or ugly. It was the kind of dick every girl sees in her dreams and every artist draws for their characters.

Jihoon, on the other hand, was trembling. Two minutes ago, you two were bickering. Now you had his dick in your hand. A shudder passed through his spine and he let out a whine as your tongue suddenly lapped over his head. “Y/n, you-”

“Shh, baby, sit down on the couch. I cannot stop myself from tasting this cock.” It was like you were hypnotised by his cock and he by you. He sat on the couch, his underwear and sweatpants pooled at his ankles. He opened his legs wide, giving you space to kneel in between as you take hold of his cock again. 

You lick over the length again, dragging your tongue along the veins, making Jihoon moan and groan and grab a fist of your hair. You loved when he pulled, the sting making your panties damp. You take the tip in your mouth whole sucking on it slowly. 

You try to take his dick deeper in your mouth, holding your breath as you do, before his cockhead touches the back of your throat, and it's just half way there. You forced your gag reflex to soften as you took him as deep as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of it. You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, feeling encouraged by all of the filthiest noises you head jihoon make. 

His hands grab your head, not pushing or pulling, but just holding it as a support as you commit yourself to giving the best blowjob you might have ever given. Your pussy feels so wet at the thought of taking this monstrosity in it. You can't take him today. You're gonna need training for it. But jihoon will help you stretch out for him. And then he'll fuck you till you can't think about anything other than his dick and how well it's fucking you. Your clit throbs. God, you're so cockdrunk over him.

Your other hands come to play with jihoon's balls, who seem big and heavy from his cum. He's close already, you can tell. So you suck on it till he's cumming down your throat with a whiny shudder, his hips tutting up in your mouth reflexively. You drink in all of his cum, the bitter-sweet malty taste making you only want more. 

Jihoon's panting. He just recieved what would be the best blowjob of his life. God, you should be put in a porn film with skill like that. His head falls back, catching a breath, as you climb on his lap, giggling as you lean in to kiss him. It's messy and wet and filthy, but he loves it. He could still taste himself on you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

It's all because of Soonyoung. 

He started the pink underwear rumours, spread it to you, had you tease him and it led to this. He's thankful to his best friend for it, but he wouldn't say it. He might write a nice song for him though as a thank you.

[astraystayyh]

A cat proposal

summary : minho is in love & wants to marry you

pairing : Lee Know x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre : FLUFF

warnings : mention of wanting to have kids together at the end.

the things i would do to have this man.... hope you enjoy reading!! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it will be very appreciated!! <33

You were lying down on the couch, Minho sprawled on top of you. His head was on your chest, his nose nuzzling your stomach every now and then as if to remind you he was there. And you were playing with the locks of his hair lazily, drawing mindless circles on his back from time to time.

It had been exactly two weeks since Minho moved in with you. You hadn't really had the time to relax, just the both of you. His schedule was hectic and so was yours, as it was nearing the end of the year. You only saw each other when he came home late to you; bringing your body to his and peppering kisses on the soft curve of your shoulder.

But today, he managed to come home early, and so did you. Which led to an impromptu movie night together. Still, you couldn't really focus on the movie, the dialogue coming to you like mindless chatter. You had something to suggest to Minho, and you didn't really know how he would take it.

He must have noticed that you were looking up at the ceiling, since he blew a raspberry on your stomach, prompting startled giggles from you. He smirks, before placing a small kiss on your bare skin, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I have something to tell you, just think about it okay? You don't have to reply now."

"Okay, tell me about it," he turns the TV off, giving you his undivided attention. It made you flustered, how he always looked at you like you were the only person that mattered on this earth.

"Well... since you moved in. I thought... why not bring your cats here in the apartment, this way you could see them more often and we could take care of them together," you start off, your rhythm accelerating with each word.

"I mean, I know it will take time for them to get used to a new place, so we could do it gradually? They could stay over for a weekend until they feel comfortable here," you start to ramble. "And you could put their toys and playhouse in the washing machine room since it's nearly empty, and we'd take turns taking care of them and I don't mind feeding them and changing their litter box when you are on tour, and I'd bring them to your parent's house because they might miss them and-"

"Honey, breathe," he chuckles and you stop, gulping. You really forgot how to breathe during your little speech.

After that, it's silent. Minho doesn't say anything, placing his head back on your stomach. Your cheeks are turning a crimson red from embarrassment, you just made a fool out of yourself, didn't you?

Your frantic train of thought is interrupted when Minho picks up your hand and starts kissing your knuckles softly. He doesn't look at you as he places chaste kisses on each of your fingertips; as if his lips meeting your skin was worthy of all his attention.

The truth is, Minho couldn't talk right now. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid if he ever spoke, he wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words yearning to come out.

There are one million words in Korean, yet none of them seemed fit to express his adoration for you. He racked his brain for the right combination of words, because 'I love you' didn't cut it anymore. What he felt was more than love, it was a heart wrenching feeling in the most beautiful way.

Minho knew you loved him too, but it was in moments like this that he was reminded that you actually love him. That you were as infatuated with him as he was with you. That you thought about him just like he thought about you.

Kissing your fingertips, one at a time, he couldn't help but remember a fact he once read; there are twenty three words for love alone in Arabic. Maybe he should learn them, maybe he should learn every expression of love that was ever invented, every love poem that was written throughout history. And then he'd recite them to you, one by one. Maybe then you'd understand how you make him feel.

But he couldn't bring himself to tell you all of this, so instead, he settled on a love language that the both of you understood- touch. As his lips met your knuckles, he hoped that you'd feel it all through his kisses. That you'd know how much love he holds for you.

He finally looks up at you, his eyes holding yours in an intimate gaze. It's a while before he speaks again. "I will marry you one day, you know that right?" he whispers softly, as if it's a secret meant for the two of you alone.

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, he wanted a forever with you?

"You mean that?" you whisper back, voice hoarse from the emotions you were barely keeping at bay. 

"I do. Would you like that?" he asks in a small voice, as if there was a possibility you'd say no. You almost scoff at that thought; not in this life, not in the next one.

"Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Min," you tell him sincerely, your eyes wide looking into his so he'd know how serious you are.

"I want... I want our cats here," he starts off, knocking the breath out of you, 'our'.

"And I want silly supermarket lists with you, that I wouldn't be able to read because your writing is shit," you both chuckle, his laugh reverberating through your entire body. You always felt it deep inside you when he laughed, as if it was a melody meant for you only to hear.

"And i want to brush my teeth with you. I want to come home and see you with the cats. I want to cook for you and I want to kiss you when I wake up and sleep," he whispers, head now buried into your chest as if he was embrassed to say those words out loud.

"And I want.. I want kids with you, I want a girl running around that looks just like you. And you'd both greet me at the door and I'd die a happy man."

Silent tears are falling out of your eyes right now, 'you'd be a good mother', he once told you. And now, he wanted you to be the mother of his kids. It felt like your heart was in his palm and that he was squeezing it with every word he said. But you didn't mind, you knew that Minho would never squeeze too far to break you. You were safe with him. 

"We’ll have that my love, I promise," you smile, placing a sweet kiss on his head. "But i want a boy that looks like you,"you playfully pout. 

"There could only be one me," he tsks, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words. 

"This is your son we are talking about," you laugh, your hand threading through his hair once again. 

"Our son," he clarifies and you blush. "Yeah.. our", you repeat, a soft smile on your face and he finally looks up at you again. 

You bop his nose with your finger playfully and he grins at the action. "So… does this mean you want the cats to move in?"

"Of course silly. My favorite people in one place, I can't wait."

"Cats are not people," you tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words. 

"Details."

He then stands up, pulling you up with him. His hand gently cradles your jaw and his lips fall perfectly on top of yours; the kiss making stars swirl in front of your eyes. "I love you so much Min," you whisper in between kisses and he smiles, "I love you yn, so much more than you know."

"I know, you know, Lee Know," you joke and he pushes your face away with his finger, "Nevermind, I take my proposal back."

"No can do. You are stuck with me forever," you singsong, pulling him in for a tight hug. 

Forever with you, he really liked the sound of that. 

[elliyoyo]

The Time You Thought Too Loud (Gale Dekarios/Reader)

This is Part 1 of 5 times Gale got teased + 1 time he got his payback. If you're starting, this is right place :) I'll be posting the descriptions and prompts on My Masterlist so you know what to expect, but this will be posted one chapter at a time.

Desc: You catch Gale conjuring his goddess, and he gives you a quick legend in the arcane. You can't help but fantasize about him after he gives you the most wanton look known to man.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, afab reader, vague f!masturbation, and fantasizing (including p in v, f!receiving oral, and creampies).

Words: 1.5k

After a long day's running around, all you wanted was some rest. You had used what seemed like tons of extra supplies because of your own mistakes, you didn't know if your left pinky finger would ever feel the same, and you were completely over today. Hell, you were over this week already, and it only just started!

Despite all of that, however, you couldn't help but focus on (and grow curious about) a low shimmering noise from across your group's makeshift camp. It could only be described as weave incarnate, and the most magic you could do was a measly fire bolt… How were you supposed to fake not being interested?

When you look in that direction, you see a faint blue light coming from Gale's area, which confirms your sixth sense for the weave and draws you in even more. You push yourself up from your bedroll and take a sip from a nearby bottle of water before heading over to check out the small commotion. A small projection floats above Gale's hand, a portrait of a beautiful, straight-haired woman whose look alone commanded attention and grace.

You stare for a moment more, taking silent steps up behind him to get a closer look, a finer examination of all the details on her delicate face… The earring she had in common with Gale.

"Oh my, you startled me!" Gale finally notices your presence, jumping in place as the projection vanishes. "I, uh… I was miles away," he mumbles, hands coming together behind his back. Even though you had seemingly interrupted him, there was no hint of irritation or anger, only embarrassment.

"Is everything alright?"

"Of course! I was just… practicing an incantation!" He flashes you an effortless, but emotionless grin, clearly trying to get you to go about your evening. That wouldn't work on you, though.

"Hmmm… Gale, I think there's more to it than that. The figure I saw; she means something to you, I'm sure of it. You can be honest; I'd like to say I had a pretty tame reaction to Astarion's vampirism and Shadowheart's Sharran worship." You can't help but physically respond to him as well with a raised eyebrow and a hand flying to your hip.

"She does. She… is Mystra. I cannot quite describe it, the need I sometimes feel to see her--- to draw the filaments of fantasy into existence." His eyes have glazed over, staring off in the distance towards nothing as if he was now conjuring her up, detail by detail, in his mind. Of course, Mystra was important to him, but no ordinary devotee would feel so desperately drawn to see their idol. "No sculpture or painting could ever do her justice, only the fabric that she herself is and embodies; The weave. Mystra is all magic, and as far as I'm concerned, she is all creation."

"I didn't realize the depth of your devotion." There is a twinge of jealousy, even though there is no reason for it to be there. You have no relationship with this man besides both being survivors, just as there is no reason for you to feel anything towards this goddess.

"Magic is my life. I've been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. There's nothing like it. It's like music, poetry, and physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses…" He shows off for a moment, flashing lights and shapes between his hands and in front of your face. Impressive, but he's certainly holding back, not revealing too much of his hand yet.

"Would you like to experience it firsthand?"

"Yes, of course I would!" Personal magic lessons from the magic prodigy? Maybe you were wrong to think there was nothing here. He could have thunderwaved you across camp by now if he had been bothered by your intrusion.

"Then follow my lead." He poises his hands up, doing a quick (easily copied) movement that has you feeling ready and at ease.

"Excellent! Now, repeat after me: Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao."

"Okay, uh… Ah-Thran Mystra… Ryl, Kantrach-Ao!"

"Very good, and I know it's exciting, but no need to shout," he laughs out, doing his best to hold his arms and hands steady. "Now I want you to picture in your mind the concept of harmony. As true as you can."

You let your thoughts and consciousness fade from being at camp, next to Gale, with a mindflayer worm in your gods damned head, to your childhood. Early. Before it had the chance to get bad. Picking dandelions with your friends from the spots of land surrounding your family's. Birds chirping, the smell of fresh baked bread wafting out your kitchen window. Not a drop of blood or a tear in sight. And suddenly, as if you'd been doing it your entire life, the state of calm you'd achieved pushed out a burst of Weave. Gale's eyes widened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal before too long.

"You did it! you're channeling the Weave--- how does it feel?"

"It feels effortless… You're a wonderful teacher, Gale."

"I know." His nose crinkles when he laughs this time. It makes you feel something strange and new in your stomach, makes your throat seize and your guard immediately fall. The moment connects you two, it feels intimate in and of itself. The confidence of having just successfully performed magic, magic for gods' sake… and in front of the most awkwardly attractive wizard you could have been stuck with in this whole situation.

You can't help but think of kissing Gale. With passion, cradling his cheek and neck with a hand each. It's a knee jerk, uncontrollable want that invades your mind before you can hide it from Gale. And see it he does, he nearly chokes on his own breath while his cheeks gain a dusting of light pink and sheen.

"I… didn't think… Sorry, I wasn't expecting… that… But it is a pleasant image to be sure!" His eyes are wide open up until he chokes on his own hitched breath, the unexpectedness of such a romantic gesture tugging at his heartstrings. Making him want. He would have jumped at the chance, sure, but not now. Not with the burden it would put upon you. "…And there it goes. How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were to obtain." He meets your eyes one last time before he turns around, retreating into his tent. "Good night, I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you."

And with that, you were left alone, to wander off to your own bedroll and ignore the snores and sleep talking of your other companions. You would do anything to be in that tent after the tension you just accidentally caused, but a daydream or fantasy or two wouldn't kill you, eh?

You could only sit still for a few moments once you had gotten beneath your cover again. Your hand felt like it was physically itching, needing to slip under the loose waistband of your resting pants. Plenty of mental groaning later, you had your fingers gently, slowing moving over yourself. You think of the fact that you left each other breathless— you left Gale breathless— and that he hadn't exactly been upset by you thinking of kissing him… He seemed flattered. He looked at you with bashfulness, after being so cautious and slow to reveal himself for the first while.

It turned you on to no end.

Countless images flashed through your brain, all of them uncontrollable and barely coherent, but enough to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Gale mischievously looking up at you from between your legs, your legs well above your head as he splayed your thighs open and fucked you slowly, meaningfully… He dipped a finger down and toyed with your clit, swollen and sensitive from however many rounds he had already egged you on to do. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his teeth digging into his lip as he tried to hide a miserable, high-pitched whimper of, "Feels so good, you feel so good, 'm gonna cum!"

And then, you came along with him, in your head. A soft moan slipped past your lips that you prayed nobody heard and sweat clung to your body and bedroll. You slipped a few fingers inside yourself while riding the orgasm out and relished in the slickness. You allowed yourself to sickly dreaming that you were full of Gale. The clarity quickly came in tow, causing you to shake your head and grimace at yourself. At the fact that the situation had made it so that basic human kindness and attention would be enough for you to finish to the thought of somebody.

You wipe your fingers off, let your mind wander around the feeling of his skin and hairs of his chest, as if it were under your cheek that night. You slipped off thinking about the kiss he'd leave on your forehead and soft murmurs you'd have in your ear.

Little did you know that a very flustered, erect Gale was now the one with a difficult night mere meters away.

[just-jordie-things]

Hi! I noticed that you haven’t gotten any kiss prompt asks for Yuuta yet (as of the time I’m writing this) so can I ask number 67 for Yuuta?

YES you are the first to ask for yuuta <3 but there will be more to come !!

67: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More ___

you hadn't seen yuuta in ages.

three months two weeks and a day, to be exact. and if you'd thought about it, you could narrow that down to the hour, too.

he was doing important work overseas, and you couldn't be more happy for him. having been thrusted into the jujutsu society, he somehow managed to navigate it with ease, and you were certain he was a player in rewriting it, too. he was a special grade after all, he could do anything he pleased.

he'd worked hard to stake his place in a society he hadn't grown up in. and you'd been there every step of the way, since the day gojo had brought him to jujutsu tech, you'd been an ally to him.

it didn't take long for ally to turn friend, and then friend turned to... well, you weren't sure exactly. with him gone so much it was hard to have a real conversation about where it was you stood with each other. not long before he'd left, there'd been a shift in your relationship. your eyes began to linger on one another's for a few seconds longer than you were used to, you often made plans to spend time together without your other friends present, and the day yuuta left, he'd hugged you tightly, and maybe for a few beats more than he'd hugged the others. before he'd released you from his embrace he'd told you that he'd miss your company the most. you've been replaying those words in your head ever since.

you kept in constant contact with him, and he tried to extend the same to you, but his assignment kept him rather busy.

however yuuta would never fail to send you a good morning and goodnight text each time he picked up his phone first thing that day, or laid it down before going to bed that night.

if anyone asked you about him, you would sing him praises until maki was dragging you away to shut you up. but you couldn't help it- you were so proud of the sorcerer he'd grown into. he had more strength and was more capable than he'd ever thought himself to be when you first met. so when he was brought up, your eyes would go starry and you would simply sing.

but you missed him.

you missed him so terribly that your bones ached. your chest felt hollow. your movements seemed slower. you often found yourself drift out of conversations, even those that actively involved you. it all just seemed so... dull, without him here.

the day yuuta returned home, it was raining.

it had rained all morning in fact, the overcast skies bringing heavy showers. your attention tuned out of your lessons as soon as fat drops began to pelt into the classroom windows. you found yourself watching them race down the glass in between idly taking notes.

although your mood had been rather melancholic, as of late, the gloomy weather actually brightened you. at least it sparked an interest, something for you to entertain yourself with. once your lessons were over you'd hastily made your way to the front doors, eager to spend your afternoon sat on the steps. the top of the steps were so perfectly covered by the awning that you could enjoy the rainfall without being drenched by it.

despite your training having been light today, your muscles ease and relax as you perch on the top step. you wrapped around your knees, drawing your legs close so that you could rest your head atop them. the rain, though not accompanied by thunder, was loud. it washed over the roofing above you like a monsoon, and clattered against the ground like pebbles. it's noisiness soothed you.

but it happened to be too noisy, that you didn't hear the car pulling up, until it was parked in front of the school. curiously, you lift your head, trying to think who it was that had taken on a mission today to now be returned.

when a dark haired figure steps out of the backseat, clad in a all too familiar white jacket, your posture straightens a little further.

you can't hear him as he speaks to ijichi, his arms pitifully raising over his head in an attempt to ward off the rain, but you assume he's assuring the manager that he'll help with the bags.

it's not until he's throwing the strap of a sheathed sword over his shoulder that you're standing, heart finally catching up with your mind as you find yourself racing down the steps.

you pay no mind to the instant drenching of your hair, skin, and clothes, your only focus on your feet carrying you to the boy you missed so desperately that he was worth the discomfort of a little rain.

"yuuta!?"

his back is to you as he's helping ijichi get his things from the trunk of the car, but as soon as you speak his swiveling around eyes wide with utter excitement, and they seem to round even more when he sees you running towards him, not even trying to shield yourself from the rain.

your hair is stuck to your face, at your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, it's messy, and darkened by the constant attack of the rain, but it only makes yuuta's heart stutter more. he can see you grinning the closer you near, and his lips are taking the same shape before he knows it.

"careful!" he hollers over the rain, an afterthought that strikes him once he's snapped out of the lovely daze you'd sent him into.

just in time too, your foot slides over a particularly slick spot of pavement, sending him jolting forward in fear that you'd just sent yourself crashing to the ground.

instead he lets out a laugh as you glide for a moment over the pavement, but never seem to lose our balance as you continue your full sprint.

you're laughing too as you finally reach him, pausing to look at him in wonder before crashing into him, your own laughter bubbly and bright as you throw your arms around his neck and latching onto him with your hug.

"you're home!" you say delightedly through your nervously excited giggles.

despite the two of you being soaked to the bone yuuta returns your embrace with just as much fervor, his arms are around your waist like it's second nature and you're not sure which one of you is clinging harder to the other. your words say it better than anything he could think of to say, he thinks, i'm home.

"I can't believe- you didn't tell me you were coming back!" you're pulling away with a mocking furrow in your brow, the back of your hand smacking his chest in offense. "next time you call me!"

he laughs, a bit breathless, and somehow being scorned by you has never felt so wonderful.

you look beautiful, with rain making your hair cling to your skin, and your mascara run in just the slightest. you look more beautiful than his memory served, and yuuta knows he should explain himself, tell you that he'd wanted to surprise you and all your friends with his return, but words are lost on him.

hell he could almost forget about this downpour while he's standing here staring at you.

you're bewildered by his silence, your expression impatient as you wait for him to say something, anything at all. but yuuta's too lost, you can see it in the glaze over his eyes, the lazy smile on his face as he stares back at you.

and then he's closing what little space had been between you, wet hands sliding over your wet face as he gives into the only thought that's been occupying his mind since laying eyes on you again.

yuuta's kissing you, firm, passionate, fast. he kisses you so deeply you instantly forget that poor ijichi is still present, gathering as much of the luggage as he could before rushing away from the scene with a red face.

you're stunned, but your surprise does nothing to hinder you from kissing yuuta back with fervor. it's a bit messy, the rain making it easy for your lips to slide against each other. this doesn't seem to bother either one of you.

suddenly and in one swift movement, yuuta's pulling away, a horrified look in his eyes as he gapes at you.

"oh my god," he mumbles with wide eyes and worried brows. "i'm sorry, are you sure you-"

before he can even finish his question you're pushed forward again, your hands splayed over his neck to bring him towards you for another kiss. your mouth latches onto his with purpose, with devotion.

yuuta melts back into you as though he'd done this a thousand times, as though he'd already known home in the softness of your mouth.

even when you do part, both panting for breath, letting out quiet giggles as your eyes meet shyly, you hardly move. you stay nose to nose, your hands stuck on one another as if the rain had turned to glue.

"should we go inside so you can greet the others with such..." you trail off, your eyes bright as they flicker between his. "... passion?" your finished thought has you both giggling.

yuuta's thumb traces the trail of a raindrop down your cheek, his eyes following the motion before finding yours again. they're warm, and kind, just as you'd remembered them.

"maybe in just a minute," he sighs lovingly. "the rain's not that bad anyways"

___

a/n: ilysm (i love yuuta so much) xoxo ~ jordie

[mays-simping-for-leona]

wanna date the king? (part 1)

part 2

so excited to write this one! this is somehow a part 2 of the bonus scene of this post, i will try to make it as long as possible

characters:

leona kingscholar x fem!reader, ruggie bucchi⏤͟͟͞͞★

information:

leona as 35 y/o king, ruggie as 32 y/o leona's right hand, kissing, romance, sfw⏤͟͟͞͞★

prompt:

15 years after Leona became the King of the Savannah, he suddenly decided to take you with him on vacation for one day to confess to you..⏤͟͟͞͞★

note: I took into consideration that Leona's personality may change over the years (15 years is not a small number), and because his life has become better, he will be in a good mood most of the time and playful, so you may feel that his writing and some of his behavior here may be unusual

The next day, you were sitting in your room in Leona's Palace, studying for your final exams. You were already about to graduate and needed to focus. You were tired because for the past week you had confined yourself to the room and you were studying non-stop and putting a lot of pressure on yourself..Your situation is very chaotic and you haven't seen Leona for 3 days already because he was very busy as well

Suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror...your condition is miserable, your hair looks like a scarecrow, you have circles, you have not washed your face yet this morning, You are wearing two different slippers, pajamas with Hello Kitty drawings on them and a random T-shirt you took from the closet

"coming..." You said wearily as you stood up, carrying a cup of coffee with you, and opened the door "yeah-..LEONA?"

"..good...morning?..." Leona was standing in front of the door. He stared at you for a few seconds while you looked this disastrous sight, and he was shocked. He turned his face away and was trying with all his might not to laugh

You didn't do anything, you just slammed the door closed in his face and ran to throw yourself on the bed, screaming in embarrassment. Why, today of all the days of your life, do you meet Leona while you look like a homeless??! You could hear him at the door laughing loudly, he couldn't help himself

"oi, herbivore! Open the door, don't act like I've never seen you like this before, I've seen worse of you in NRC" Leona reminded you that this was not the first time you had been like this...but he made the situation worse

You were not interested in your appearance in front of Leona previously because you did not love him, but now the years have passed and you have undoubtedly fallen in love with him. You will not allow yourself to appear in this ridiculous appearance in front of him again

Quickly, you got up, washed your face, pulled your hair up, changed your strange clothes, tried to appear as tidy as possible, and opened the door again "good morning..leona" You said in an embarrassed tone, trying to avoid looking into his eyes

"oh c'mon, you looked adorable" he teased, putting his hands behind his back and smirking "I don't mind sitting with you like this for hours~ just be yourself"

"be yourself?? Whoever hears you will think that I am walking around the palace dressed as a beggar! You know I like to maintain a good image of myself!" You said, trying to defend yourself, but Leona surprised you when he smiled... a gentle, friendly smile that was completely unusual from him "what's with that smile?" you raised one eyebrow

"oh, it's nothing" he chuckled, gesturing with his hand towards your room, not giving you the answer you craved "How about we go into your room and talk? I need to tell you something"

Fortunately you had at least tidied your room half an hour ago, so you stepped aside so he could pass and step in the room

"I haven't seen you for 3 days, how are you? I did not expect your visit..i thought you told me 'i will be busy for the next few days', aren't you?" You said as you sat on the bed and drank your coffee

"No I said that, but Ruggie convinced me to take a vacation..I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself lately" leona laid on the sofa in front of your bed, looking around the room and then back at you "y/n, You look tired, are you okay?"

You sighed as you threw yourself on the bed, sleeping on your back. “No...the tests have exhausted me. I don’t even have time to breathe...”

"i see.." Leona put his hand on his chin, thinking while examining your tired features

he didn't like it, you were exhausting yourself so much just for this stupid exams..Leona felt ashamed because the woman he loved sitting in front of him was suffering without him doing anything, so he decided to do what he saw fit without even taking your opinion

"You're going with me today, y/n"

"yeah yeah..i will-wait huh?" You lifted your head from the pillow and furrowed your eyebrows "Where?"

"vacation" Leona got up from the sofa and stood in front of the bed. He leaned his body forward and placed his right hand next to your head on the mattress while his other hand was behind his back and was looking at you seriously "Where I go, you will go with me and we will spend time together. You also need to rest"

"i-" You tried to protest and make excuses because of your exams

"shh.." leona shut you with his thumb on your mouth, preventing you from speaking "I don't take your opinion, miss. It's royal orders. You'll be coming with the king today, okay? I will talk to your professor at the university myself and have him postpone your exams for you"

You moved Leona's finger away from your mouth, looking at him sarcastically, "With the king? Why are you talking like I'm one of the women in your harem or something?"

"maybe you are" Leona laughed sarcastically and moved away from you, giving you a playful smile, “I don’t think you would refuse if I told you to become part of my harem anyway, miss~"

"hell nah, not even in your dreams" you through a pillow at him, trying to distract him to not see the blush on your face

your dirty thoughts took best of you as you imagined shitty-romantic scenarios of king-servant relationship with leona. he would stand correct, you would absolutely like to be pleasing him, but you will never admit it, over your dead body

"Prepare yourself and wear elegant, but light and comfortable clothes. We will be going to many places, so wear something that allows you to move comfortably" leona told you with the same smug on his face "don't wear a short dress, the king won't tolerate his dear harem's thighs being open and exposed to the people~" he teased, winking at you and trying to act cool..but in reality this was indirect message, we won't be so open to tell you that he will be jealous if others looked at you

"YOU BASTARD GET OUT" You got up and pushed Leona out of the room in embarrassment, trying to maintain your calm - but in reality you were screaming and the blood on your face was hot, talking as if you were one of his possessions or something like that..You closed the door after Leona left, then locked it and began to roll on the bed and the floor, wrapping the quilt and sheets around your body, kicking the mattress and fighting the air with your legs

"he is..just...so mean..leona fuck you..." You whinced into the pillow almost like crying, feeling very embarrassed. Leona's words really made you delulu. You were hoping even one percent would say this to you seriously instead of trying to joke with you and tease..

You just decided to focus on more important matters after you calmed down and collected your nerves, so you sat down and took a deep breath, calling your personal maid and asking her to prepare the bathtub for you..

"it worked?" Ruggie asked excitedly after Leona came back into the room with a big smile on his face, his tail wagging behind him widly

"oh hell yeah, it did" Leona was avoiding looking directly at Ruggie so as not to mock him and tell him that he looked like a puppy. Leona just went to the bathroom and closed the door.. He was biting his lips as he imagined doing many things with you and taking you to many places to have quality tike together..he wanted to do this so bad that he felt shivers down his spine as the image of you going with a date with him made him sink into full ecstasy..

"Ruggie, did you make a list of places we're going today?" Leona called Ruggie from the bathroom and asked him

"yeah, all done, it is on your bed"

"What remains?

"Just you and y/n, get yourselves ready and we'll be prepared to go"

Leona took a deep breath of relief. He had already prepared himself. He took a good bath, perfumed himself, shaved his beard, and asked the hairdresser to do a new hairstyle for him, Leona wanted to look as good as possible today - because he knows that you prefer elegant men more..

Leona stood in front of the mirror with pride and confidence, looking more handsome than ever. He was keen to wear a necktie even though he didn't like it. He just knew that you liked suits, so he wore one

but then, ruggie gave him a wicked smile "Why not wear something casual, like an open-button shirt?"

leona looked at ruggie in the mirror with confused look while making his necktie "why the hell are you suggesting this?"

"y/n always stares at your chest when you wear something showing your collarbone and chest muscles"

Leona turned back and stopped fiddling with the tie. He was looking at Ruggie over his shoulder and his confused expression turned into a sideways smile as he began to open the tie and head to the bathroom, “Give me something like what you described then..i didn't expect you to suggest this"

"and i never expected to live long enough to see you trying so hard to seduce a woman" Ruggie laughed as he headed to the wardrobe to get something suitable to wear that will make you drool once you see leona

and there he is, after a few minutes he came out from the dressing room in this sexy outfit, showing his broad chest, the perfect curve of his collarbone and the irresistible bulge of the adams apple "good?" he asked ruggie, but when he saw himself in the mirror he smirked "man i don't even need to ask you, i would simp for myself if i were someone else"

"I like your confidence, I'm more excited to see y/n's reaction than I was on NRC graduation" Ruggie seems more excited than Leona in a way, like he's watching the Rich Hero-Poor Heroine Kdrama or something, and he absolutely liked this

"Why are you so excited by the way?" leona asked as he started to wear his accessories

"I was bored after working for 15 years in boring political work, so I'm excited to see new events" Ruggie took his things and prepared himself to go out with Leona

"oho don't be so happy, I won't let you be close while I'm having quality time with the herbivore" Leona headed to the door with Ruggie to go out together "you know..it will be intimate, and i don't want you to see me-.." Leona stopped mid-sentence as if he didn't want to finish it and Ruggie looked curiously, he decided to assume the must fucked scenario to tease leona

"see you get to your knees, beg and whine for her attention and be subby?"

Leona stopped and stared Ruggie up and down "you look like you want to die quickly, don't you?"

On the other hand, you were standing in front of the mirror and the maids were all around you, styling your hair and applying makeup for you..And the most important thing is that you wore a short dress. You believed that Leona was just joking and trying to upset you, so you did not take him seriously. You wore something comfortable and modern, and now you look beautiful and much better than before

Of course, you made sure to wear a very nice perfume and your appearance was elegant, just as you thought Leona would like...his taste in women is not clear, so you just wore what you thought suits you

The sound of your high heels filled the palace corridor after you headed to the main door with balanced steps, but in your mind you were a little distracted between your tests and spending quality time with Leona, when a strong moment of realization came to you that you were almost going on a date with a king?...You, and despite living here 15 years, you are still amazed every time you see Leona wearing his crown or the nobles bowing to him and calling him “Your Majesty”. You are so used to the lazy, bad-tempered and rude Leona that you cannot accept this version of him yet

You smiled, remembering all the times 15 years ago when Leona complained about the state of the kingdom when his brother was the king, how depressed he was because everyone kicked him aside and no one heard his opinion about anything, how he was abandoned and neglected by everyone...but now, look where he has reached, You felt proud of him and the feeling was very beautiful. Seeing him achieve everything he wanted and everyone respecting him. His head held high with pride as he walked into the throne room. Everyone was on one knee in reverence for him and the people were chanting his name and saluting him

You wiped away the non-existent tears and stood dramatically at the palace entrance "my little kitty cat became a grown up man, oh dear god.."

"herbivore?"

Suddenly, your drama was interrupted by Leona's voice behind you. He called you by the same nickname he had been accustomed to for 15 years. You turned to him quickly, excited, but soon you felt your heart drop through your pants when you saw what he was wearing. He was also staring at your exposed legs under the short dress, then he looked at your face, his expression calm but shocked, trying to control himself for a moment

"you..." You noticed his expression changing slightly to something sharp. You were torn between the attractive bronze muscles of his chest and his expression, which turned from calm to a kind of suppressed anger, You tried to say something, but Leona surprised you when he suddenly pulled you up and put his long coat around your body, closing it to hide your thighs

"l-leona, what are you doing?!!" you were confused and unable to resist him, but his hunter gaze made you froze in your place

"I know I sounded like I was joking, but I'm serious.." he exclaimed, trying not to say it out loud 'im jealous', so he came out with the first excuse that crossed his mind "The royal law says that the king's companions doesn't wear such clothes, you should wear modest and show good respect to the laws, y/n"

you blinked a few times, staring at him "i was here for 15 years and never heard such a l-...oh wait.." The words stuck in your throat when you realized that Leona was undoubtedly lying. You analyzed the situation well in your head. Leona is the biggest hypocrite and will not say something frankly so easily. Is it possible that he is really jealous because you wore this dress? The idea that he covered you like that because he didn't want other men to look at you in a dirty way made you feel butterflies in your stomach.. It's annoying that it's hard to determine his true feelings and whether he's really jealous or there is such a law know one knew about and he came suddenly wanting to apply it today.. but you decided to just follow your delulu because it is way more satisfying for you, while in reality you were sure that leona won't leave all the noble and high class women just to look at you, there is no way..he is just your friend

but maybe the delulu was relulu this time

"get the miss a pantyhose, quickly!!" leona demanded the servants and they run to the palace to get that pantyhose for you. now things looks calmer, you kept your eyes at the beautiful sight of angry jealous king in front of you with his chest shining in the sunlight like delicious 2 pieces of chocolate

leona turn to look at you with a frown when he suddenly noticed your eyes piercing his toned muscles, he hardly hold back his broad smile and turned his head to ruggie, biting his lower lip and making thumb-up to him when you didn't notice

leona was being a bit shitty about 'seducing you', he pretended to be fixing some buttons and he opened three more buttons to show some of his abs, you immediately tenses up and turned around, coughing and acting like it's nothing..leona was amused by your reaction but dissatisfied that you decided to look away when it is obviously that you were about to go mad if you saw more skin, he wanted to enjoy this look of pure want in your eyes

he wasn't sure wether you really liked him or just being a simp to every men's muscles, but he decided just to let you enjoy the sight and later he will find out your true intentions

He closed the buttons of the shirt again and put it back as it was. The servants arrived in a hurry and gave you the pantyhose, and you took it and put it on somewhere and returned quickly "better? we can go now" you asked leona with shaky voice

"so much better" Leona smiled contentedly after seeing you covering your legs, he walked two steps to stand in front of you and leaned forward slightly, gesturing his veiny hand to you with a seductive smile...he is in a really good mood to rizz you the whole day and night, and he will never had enough of it

"oya? i never knew you were such a gentleman" You laughed excitedly and held his hand. Feeling his bulging arteries and veins pulsing against your soft skin was enough to make you feel an electric wave of warmth from your palm to your head and down your spine

you held him tightly when he suddenly leaned in more, intending to kiss the back of your palm..your heart beated like drum as feeling the juicy lips pressing with care and deliciously kissing your soft hand

All you wanted at this moment was to feel those lips pressing against yours, not your palm. You would have felt dizzy immediately if your first kiss had been with him. You would not have tolerated the warmth and wetness of his lips on yours

maybe leona got carried away by the physical touch that he gave you a few more kisses, enjoying how soft and warm your skin felt against his lips, he pulled away when he felt like he's going to lose it if he kept it like this, but he really craved more kisses than this..

he stood up straight back, looking deeply into your eyes..the silence was making the tension increase and leona isn't planning to make things more awkward, so he just pulled you gently to demand your attention

"Come on, let's go now..We have a long and stressful day of joy ahead of us"

Leona opened the car door for you. It was a large, black luxury car. Around you were other guard cars. But to your surprise, Leona was sitting in the driver’s seat, just as he made sit next to him in the passenger's seat

"aa..leona, Why don't you just get a driver-"

"I can, but I prefer to drive myself. I like to drive quietly, We could have some privacy if we just sat here alone, don't you think so?" Leona said in a playful tone as he started the car and put his hand on the steering wheel, pulling the gearshift, now the car is ready to move

you absolutely liked the way his veiny hands were moving, His muscles contract and relax in perfect show of how strong this grip and fingers are, making you go delulu again

You were having a good time with Leona in the car, A very rare event happened in front of you. Leona was talking more than listening. He seemed to be in a very good mood, more than usual. He was talking about things outside of work and seemed very relaxed

You felt purity in your ears. His voice was like the melodies of a violin..If he decides to start an ASMR channel, you are sure that he will succeed from the first video..His voice is deep and calm, very beautiful when he speaks in a gentle and excited tone rather than his angry tone

Just close your eyes and enjoy every word that comes out of his mouth. He was talking about how he learned a new, ancient language that he found in a book with a lot of strange and stupid spells. He talked about how he plans to renovate and restore the palace, and about some of the funny situations that Ruggie caused in front of him. Guests from another kingdom

"One of the guests was very rude to me, so I made Ruggie steal his phone. Halfway back, we found out that he was cheating on his wife. No one knew that it was Ruggie who stole the phone because he was hiding in the trunk."

"what the...who did he sneak to the tunk and no one noticed?"

"it's ruggie being ruggie, you know..that guy is very professional at anything i ask him to do" leona chuckled "He didn't know that Ruggie was the thief, as I told you, so we were just threatening him from his phone itself and sending him messages that we would expose him. It was fun to take revenge"

"you're being a bit too shitty about it-"

"and i like to do it this way~"

And so, you laughed at this ridiculous story that Leona told and began to look out the window at the street. The capital was already crowded because today was a celebration of one of the events for the people of the savannah, but while you were lost in your thoughts, you felt Leona tapping on your shoulder, so you returned your attention to him again

"Do you want to go to the mall or the popular market?"

"oh?.." You thought a little..."Do you want to buy something from there?"

"not really, I just have a lot of money and I want to spend it today on whatever is in front of me" Leona parked the car aside, took out his bank card, and began to show it off "at your service, miss" The card was between his middle finger and index

holy shit-

You look carefully at the card that literally contains a king’s wealth. The value of the money on this card is more expensive than your value, even if you sold your organs on the black market, and Leona, who without warning began flirting with you and seducing you..

oh yeah, that's what your're talking about, a sugar daddy at your service

"give me that card, leona" you said with your eyes burning with anticipation, imaging all the expensive jewelry and beautiful dresses you will buy with his money

"i will do..but under one condition" Leona said as he twirled the card between his fingers and grinned maliciously.."you know, miss, money doesn't come for free..right~?"

oh fuck, what does he have in mind now? of course that one condition isn't an easy one..you swallowed hard after thinking about it, should you accept or not?..but you really want to buy things, and leona won't go too far about his condition..right? "um...ok, what's your condition? I will listen and decide whether I accept it or not"

"no, If I tell you the condition, you must do it, and i will really give you my card to use as much as you want..I will even put a million to your bank account, what do you think?" leona kept his grin, His offer is really tempting..you buy with his money, and also an additional million? How wonderful..It's okay to take a once in a lifetime risk, isn't it?

"i accept, what is the condition??"

leona's grin turned into an ear-to-ear smile, He held your hand and gave you his bank card

"The condition: I will buy you belly dancing clothes and you will dance for me tonight~"

a minute of silence..just your face almost burning from the heat, your brain ain't braining anymore-eyes locked on leona's face bursting in laugher when he saw the fucked up expression of yours, your imagination went wild imagining the scene, with the most revealing clothes, dancing to leona in one of those luxurious rooms of the harem and him looking at you all high of drinking and talking like a pervert

"i didn't know you were a pervert.." You said in a voice like a whisper

"I'm not" he smirked "and be for real, You're just playing hard to get, but you'll actually have fun"

"where is the all "i respect women" shit you talk about your whole life? you want to treat me like whore now??" you almost whimpered and protest, giving him back the card and frowning

he chuckled at you as he leaned against his seat and talked teasingly "What if we both dance? I believe in equality, you know, and those you won't feel so bad"

"both of us? what do you mean?" You looked at him from the corner of your eye, with the same frown

"I will wear belly dancing clothes, too, and we will dance together" you immediately turned to him, your mouth remained hanging slightly with a confused look "are you for real?.."

"im serious"

...

You took the card from his hand again and cleared your throat. You were looking at the street and did not say anything, leona burst in laughter again, almost mocking you

"guess who's the pervert now~"

"shut up and move the car"

"this..and this...and also that!!" You pointed your fingers at every dress you saw in the store, at every shoe, at every piece of jewelry, at any thing, whether you liked it or not, that you decided to buy. You wanted to make Leona regret giving you the card. You would spend everything you could

But Leona seems to be in a completely different situation, standing aside and enjoying seeing you spend his money and pamper yourself as you like, buy the entire shop and leave

You walked in your high heels and sunglasses while holding a cup of iced coffee in your hand. Leona walked behind you and the guards were around you on all sides carrying many shopping bags

"hey, leona..i think y/n is just spending so much-" ruggie tried to tell leona that you're being too much, but leona raised his hand shutting ruggie..looking at you while smiling, completely consumed by the moment

"let her do whatever she wants, later she won't be able to say no to my orders~" Leona was humming in a low voice, his mood was very good while imagining the amount of regret you would have tonight "she won't spend all this like it's nothing..i like to make my prey think that she escaped while im just chasing after her in the bushes"

after 2 hours, you were standing with leona in the second floor of the mall, chewing gum and enjoying the beautiful nails you got, your nails are now so damn pretty after getting them done. leona leaned on the wall, looking around and waiting for you to finish admiring yourself

"done, miss?" he walked to you with his hands in his pockets. You turned to him and tapped your sun glasses to adjust them on your nose "yeah...i guess, unless i see something good and want to buy it"

"you almost bought the entire mall" he stopped beside you

"time for the belly dance outfit, miss y/n~"

stopping now, I won't be posting the second part soon...unless I see a good interaction to this one

⏤͟͟͞͞★thanks for reading!

[angelsleepinggurl]

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today is another day of smooth sailing. all classes have gone smoothly, great feedback from your teacher and completely undisturbed. friends take too much time. you're routinely tucking the chairs under the large table, humming as you enjoy the silence, admiring the warm glow cast on the brown table. a sudden creak of the door makes you look up in surprise, expecting to see a council member, but being thoroughly surprised when you see a group of boys enter.

"i don't know what event is going on but i can help you find it." you offer, stopping your cleaning.

"don't worry princess we're here for you." kuroo chuckles, and the whole lot let themselves in. oikawa, bokuto,kuroo, daichi, ushijima, daichi, terushima and kita. that sentences strikes something in you, but you're not quite sure what.

"listen guys, I'm not sure what you're here for but i-"

they pay no mind to you as they get comfortable on the other side of the room, one of them setting up the computer, the other setting the projector.

irritation starts to surge through you again, feeling disrespected that these boys just barged into your space, took over your equipment and shushed you.

"why are you even in here, what question would you guys possibly have had to ask me that would need a whole room to discuss it in and my projector?" you ask but receive no response. instead, bokuto closes the blinds and oikawa prompts a chair in your direction for you to sit on.

oh.

due to the room being dimmed, the projector, which you didn't know was on, reveals a video about to be played. it is quite hard for you to make out exactly what the video is all about because of the dim screen.

a voice. someone speaks up, "spring break, march the 24th, ring any bells so far?" kuroo asks, stepping forward.

march the 24th? anything could have happened on that day how am I supposed to remember-

"saturday night" oikawa adds on. you look down trying to remember, trying to think. you spent most of your spring break at home so what was so special about saturday night?

at that particular thought, it hits you. you immediately feel all life, blood and confidence flush out of your face as a wave of uncertain coolness tickles through your bones. they couldn't know. Hhow would they anyway?

"i don't know what you mean i was probably studying-" you say trying to play it off only to get interrupted by daichi.

"should we rejog your memory sweetheart? the house a couple blocks down was hosting a party. "

"and? i don't even go to parties."

"you don't but you did that one time, getting so drunk."

shit.

maybe if i deny, deny deny they'll leave me alone.

"i don't even know what you're talking about. you're lying and you have no proof of anything. this is stupid i'm going." you say, feeling a couple of millilitres of confidence restored within your blood.

as you stand up to leave Ushijima finally plays the video. The one you're dreading to see.

"is this thing even on? ugh, whatever." It's you, your naked body appears on screen as you back away from the camera, drunk giggles leaving your lips as you stumble towards the other intoxicated guy on the bed.

you climb on top of the naked male with reddened eyes. the both of you begin kissing and not soon after your start rocking your hips back and forth as he guides you by placing his hands on your ass. "oh fuck." your moan comes out slow and slurred as you slightly tilt your head back. your hand reaches for the roll of weed on the window sill. after a long inhale, you tilt your head up and breathe it out through your nose and mouth.

"that was fuckin hot," the male says, his fingers rubbing your now-hardened nipples.

completely taken back you draw your attention away from the video and to the boys in the room with you. the energy of their smirks radiated off every single one of them. " H-How did you?"

"we have our ways, "oikawa says, showing you his phone screen. "all we had to do was start from there and dig our research deeper." you're feeling sick, your stomach drops deeper and deeper.

i don't understand. why?

"i'm sure you know who we are by now y/n, and i'm sure a smart girl like you can figure out that we always get what we want." oikawa adds.

"what are you gonna do blackmail me?" you scoff, crossing you arms, desperate to gain any form of power back.

"precisely."

"good luck with that."

ushijima steps forward from the dark, "we don't need luck, we have our resources to get you to do exactly what we want from you."

"and what exactly do you want."

"to have a little fun." bokuto chirps in, a seemingly innocent smile.

"fun?"

"fun! it's all just fun and games after all."

"is this some sort of joke? God." you feel hot, you feel butterflies, you feel nauseous. you want to cry, you don't know why they're doing this. it all feels like some cruel joke.

"if this was a little prank would we have gone this far?" as if he can read your mind terushima answers your dying questions. "we're serious y/n, and you'll do as we say or else the real principal can know what a filthy slut you are and you can say goodbye to your dream school."

"you don't get to call me a fucking slut you bastard."

"feisty now are we?" kuroo chuckles, a sick, sadistic smile twisted on his face, reeling in pleasure from your downfall.

daichi steps in, aiming to calm your agitation down, "play nice and no one needs to get hurt. what do you say?"

to no avail, your quick temperament controls your tongue, "i say to hell with you guys. fuck you guys honestly."

"i didn't know you were so eager to throw your perfect records and perfect life behind. All those grades, clubs, sports all for what y/n?" terushima jeers. it hits you like it never has. failure to adhere could lead to all of it being gone, in an instant. permanent life alteration, and permanent loss of self-esteem. permanent exiled from your own mother.

you voice, meek and feeble, speaks up, "what do you want me to do? how long does this last?"

"we want you to have sex with us for till graduation."

"you want to exploit me and besides that's so far away."

"no can do."

"can't you take it back or-"

"rules are rules."

"now, we're giving you a choice, to accept or to not accept is up to you. the consequences you face based off either action is all dependent on you." the options lay in your palms, ready to be picked but it's clear which option you've been given the 'autonomy' to choose.

a single tear finally managed to escape past your walls, rolling down your cheek as you let out a signal sob. your hand rushes to cover your mouth, utterly embarrassed of being forced so low. you hair droops in front of your face, shielding it from the shame as you hiccup another pitiful sob or two. it is almost heartbreaking, but they don't care enough to give up their fun. with a forced, shuddery sigh you respond

"i'll do it."

you're their property.

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[allfearstofallto]

I hear your pleas for ideas loud and clear so I raise you yandere Kaeya gaslighting tf out of you. So talented you are, but you always fumble when it comes to presenting your skills to the world. Oh so many wonderful ideas in that mind of yours - too bad they die on your lips.

And that's why you need him. To save you from embarrassing yourself as you clutch your latest creation that would undoubtedly revolutionize some industry against your chest as your eyes burn with unshed tears. It always baffled him that you thought that you were worthy of that honor. I mean, you can't even order a meal without shaking like a leaf.

You aren't built for this lifestyle, now are you? Geniuses could easily bounce back from failure, yet here you are, soaking his shirt with your never-ending tears. Were you ever a genius?

(basically Kaeya gaslight gatekeep girlbossing talented inventor darling into oblivion bc I just know this man would be jealous if you were famous. I'm so sorry for writing so much but this idea has been eating me up inside so now I send it to you. May I be 🐇 Anon?)

🐇 anon, first of all, it is a pleasure to meet you! Secondly, my dear bun, you've saved my ass!! This was such a good prompt and it felt incredible to write!

Maybe I'm just in the mood to write gaslighting bitches cause this felt natural!!

Voiceless

Yandere! Kaeya x reader

TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy

If people could see what was going on inside your head, they'd think you were a genius. And you are, or at least, you believe that you are. But all those faces, all those eyes on you, those people looking at you makes your body go stiff and your words lodge in your throat. And in the end, you look like a bumbling idiot.

But you were his bumbling idiot. That's what he'd tell you at least. Hurtful words yes, but he meant them in an endearing way. His phrases were sweet and loving, even if to the average person they sounded a bit harsh. You explained to people that he didn't truly mean it that way, he was just trying to make you feel better.

“And how was it today?” He’d asked you. He always looked like a work of art when he came home from his long shifts. Every strap and piece of clothing would be pulled from his body as he spoke, he was so careless about showing himself off in front of you, but you were still flustered and shy around him.

With a sheepish smile, you held up the mora that he'd given you to use for a drink, completely untouched. You couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house. A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, but he still kneeled on the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Oh, you sweet, poor thing,” he whispered in your ear. He took your cheeks into his hands and squeezed them lightly, like he was coddling a child, “Still so shy aren't you? It's okay, I speak for you.”

It's like you breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke. All the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder. You were a genius, yes, but you were a genius who could barely speak a full sentence to anyone. Except for Kaeya.

His charming smile and flashy personality made you weary at first. Why would someone like him be interested in something so quiet and timid? You felt like a coal in comparison to his flashy, diamond-like nature. Your mind was like a maze, endless corners and rooms filled with ideas, but you got lost in them as well, and just ended up choking on your own words.

Kaeya released you from his warm embrace and sat down next to you. He looked at the coffee table in front of you, covered in ideas and doodles that you'd have for your latest inventions. Your mouth never moved, but your brain was a constant machine, most days you couldn't get it to shut up. It all had to be let out, in notes or drawings.

He picked up one of the random pages, an idea for a water filter, and a chuckle fell from his lips, “And how would you pitch this one?” He asked. The way those words fell from his lips felt condescending, he already knew that you couldn't do it, but you knew better than to think that. It was just his love, it was how he showed it, he wanted you to succeed.

You felt yourself flush even thinking about it, but you still stood with the paper in your hands. Walking to the other side of the coffee table, you looked down at the notes you'd written. It was all there. Everything about your idea was right there, everything you needed to say was right in front of you. But when you looked up from the page, you felt dizzy, the letters on the paper began to merge and swirl together.

It was like your world had tilted on its axis and suddenly everything was lopsided. You felt yourself spinning, but you knew you were standing perfectly still. The only person looking at you was Kaeya. His beautiful self, like a statue crafted by the gods, was sitting there, focused on you.

An average person would love and adore the amount of attention someone like Kaeya gave. A smolder on his lips and all a sparkle in his eye. But you weren't the average person and you already felt as if you were sinking into yourself, like the world was about to swallow you whole, and before you knew it, tears had started to fall from your eyes.

“Can't even talk in front of me anymore, can you?” He asked and you gave him a slow, solemn nod. You tried to hold back sobs as you realized how truly useless you were. Unable to speak in front of even your own boyfriend, a true genius would never suffer from this.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you'd somehow managed to stutter through your apology, but that much was to be expected of you. Tears fell onto the page and smeared the ink of your notes, but it didn't matter, it's not like you were going to read it anyways.

“That's the problem, my love,” he cooed to you in his usual tone, he stood from the couch and began scooping up all the pages that lay on the coffee table. All your ideas, all your work was crumbled up into a ball. It stung a bit, seeing everything you had worked so hard to make be treated like trash and thrown away, but nothing hurt more than your failures, “You're not built for this kind of thing. You know that, right?” He spoke close to your face, your lips brushing against your, soft like flower petals on your skin.

“I know,”

“But that's okay. Do you know why?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your face and squeezing the fat of your cheeks.

“Because I'm yours. And I don't need to be smart to be yours,”

He held you close to his chest, peppering your forehead with kisses. All your work was thrown in the trash. “It's only making you unhappy,” he said. And he was right. You weren't ready for this. This type of thing wasn't for you. You only needed him.

So you lay in his arms and tried to stop the sniffling. He was the only person you'd need to talk to, he'd be your voice if needed be. You were only hurting yourself trying to do these things that you weren't made for.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics with twink Louis. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweet Little Virgin | Explicit | 2,304 words

Harry and Louis are roommates and have been for years. Harry didn't know Louis was a virgin, until now.

2) Suspenders And Lace | Explicit | 2,784 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry has a thing for suspenders and white lace. Louis happens to have a thing for being a good boy for his Daddy.

3) You're A Good Boy And You Know It. | Mature | 3,234 words

Harry Styles a big famous pornstar, a young alfa sensation. Big and strong with tattoos all over his body, and a big alfa cock. And Louis Tomlinson is just a barely legal omega who is about to make his big debut in the porn industry, about to be knotted for the first time by the one and only Harry Styles.

4) Just a One Night Stand | Not Rated | 3,250 words

He heard Harry hum then he felt his hands on his waist, his thumbs digging into his skin. The grip he had on his waist was so unbelievebly strong, and Louis couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. But maybe he didn't want to get away. Maybe he wanted this.

5) The Rich And Beautiful | Mature | 3,341 words

Louis Tomlinson aka: "Teasy Tommo" dances for the richest man in England and gets more than what he bargained for.

6) The Library | Mature | 5,088 words

Louis works at a library, and Harry really needs a biology textbook.

7) When You Die (I Become Alive) | Not Rated | 5,797 words

“Saw your twink in the staff room," Niall says as he enters the elevator. “Have to admit, that ass is big.” "He is not my twink-" Harry is looking at his reflection in the elevator, "-but I'll see if he works out."

8) Wicked Games | Not Rated | 6,996 words

Prompt: Louis is the socially awkward kid who has anxiety and self harms and just isn't popular. Harry's the really popular one who never picks on anybody but has some pretty assholey friends who pick on Louis a lot and one day they pull his pants down and see that he's wearing pink boxers and most people laugh and Louis is mortified so he runs out but Harry follows him because he thought it was really hot and then they have sex with Harry cherishing every part of Louis body and making him feel important.

9) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20,154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do. In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

10) A Couple Months Too Long | Mature | 21,291 words

"I mean who wouldn't be scared when a cute little twink comes to tell a famous rockstar that the great sex in a doorway they had ended with a baby." And yeah, now Louis is staring at him with wide eyes. Louis is a fan of Harry's and they fuck and end up with a child.

11) Heart Open, Bloodstain On My Sleeve | Explicit | 35,706 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Harry admits, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, “I stared at you for a good while before I finally got the guts to come up to you. You looked so pretty sitting there, with your little ankles and your pencil in your mouth, so enthralling… art in front of art.” Louis’ not sure what to say, so he just kind of sits there, eyes bugging out as he stares at Harry. “I mean, like you’re not an object!” Harry rushes out, babbling. “I just, there’s something about you that’s so captivating, and maybe it’s the way your eyes are like a watercolor painting of the sea, or how delicate your hands look when you draw, but I just wanted to get to know you. It’s not like I pick up random boys at art museums usually, I swear. Not that I’m trying to pick you up! Unless you want to be…God, fuck I’m sorry this is so awkward now. I can go, um, if you want."

12) Take My Pure (And Wash It All Away 'Til I'm Cured) | Explicit | 40,629 words

And Louis decides, as the boy slowly starts backing away with that cheeky grin lighting up that whole stupidly beautiful face, that he should sue him for emotional abuse just for the fact his pecs stretch the fabric of his shirt like that alone. He really should. He might even win the case.

13) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42,123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men. So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic. Harry wonders if he can pull off the look. Or could Grimshaw be looking for a new face?

14) A Love Like This Won't Last Forever (And I Don't Mind At All) | Mature | 53,978 words

“I thought you’re a woman.” “Excuse me?” “Rumour has it that I’m about to have a new stepmother. Just didn’t expect it would be a man, though twink would give a much better description.” “I’m not a twink.” Louis crossed his hands in front of his chest defensively. The man looked at him from head to toe and gave him a sweet fake smile. “Yeah, you are.” “I’m not— hold on,” Louis loosened his arms and now playing with his thumbs, “what do you mean stepmother?” The man extended his hand and stupidly Louis reached for it. Once the bigger hand engulfed his own, the man shook it. “Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you. What should I call you? Stepmother or the mistress?” Harry tightened his grip. “Or maybe a homewrecker?” He gave him the most cruel smile a man could offer.

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[notmyprey]

Guys, Im taking this into my own hands. There's not enough Ninjagº (sfw) vore writing, so I shall add to it :)

Context/Content Warnings

Contains: Some (SFW) Vore towards the end, a hella lot of g/t, bad injury (but not like- gory descriptions), and many many personal headcannons. One mainly being I kinda ship Zane×Cole. But if ya wanna see it as platonic, I have written it so it can be interpreted as such too.

This is very self-indulgent if you cant tell....

This takes place between seasons 4 and 5. I've not seen any season past season 10 or 11, I can't remember exactly, so yeah.

Also, important personal headcannon for this fic: Zane kept his more human looking form, not cause I dont like his titanium form. I just like my drawing design I made

Btw it's in first person, so it's hard to tell, but the person who is the pov is Cole-

Fic under cut:

It was a normal fight, honestly nothing special. Just defend the Bounty from a few wannabe villains. That's all we had to do. But it's never that easy, not for us.

Our ship wasn't soaring the clouds today nor parked near the city, but rather parked near a small mountain. We went there in search of a few caves that we were told housed a potentially dangerous artifact. Our plan was simple.

Get in, get out, and destroy the object.

But as we parked, and some treasure hunters flooded the Bounty, we didn't take the time to notice the ground beneath us, or rather lack of. That's where a large pit sat, unnoticed and waiting.

Among the commotion, I started a tussle with one of the bandates near the edge of the ship. She shoved me against the railing, knocking some air out of my lungs. I was quick to retaliate, sending a swift kick to her gut and sending her a few feet backward. Another swift kick, and she was out.

Before I had time to catch my breath, a panicked shout drew my attention. Zane had gotten cornered, 5 treasure hunters surrounding him.

I pushed myself forward, ignoring my still stinging lungs. Of course, they would go after Zane first, I thought bitterly. He was made of metal, and to them, an item practically begging to be sold. This is the third batch of these guys we've run into this week, and I still hated that was how all these treasure hunters and collectors saw him. I hated it with every fiber of my being.

As I got closer, Zane managed to kick one my way, prompting me to, instinctively, punch them, thankfully knocking them out. Now we were 2 against 4. This got the rest of their attention. I smirked. Something about it felt good, watching Zane fight back. It was almost like he was getting back at them in a way, but I knew that was very unlikely intentional. Zane had a heart of gold, with an intent to hurt no one if avoidable.

As these thoughts played in my mind, I didn't notice the large footsteps behind me. In an instant, someone behind me grabbed my shirt. They were much bigger, so much bigger than me. I couldn't even react before I was in the air. They flung me back but kept their grip on my shirt. I was slung forward, then their hand let go, and suddenly, I was flying in Zanes direction. Treasure hunters dove out of the way just before I landed on top of Zane, knocking him and I onto the ground. Due to the way I was thrown, my head took the majority of the impact.

My head started throbbing instantly. All of the aches and pains I had suppressed until now were showing full force. Each breath burned, making me think I broke a rib. I tried to get up, but I felt my consciousness slipping.

My ears were ringing, but I still managed to make out bits and pieces of Zanes' voice.

First, Zane muttered something I couldn't understand. But his next question was one I was all too familiar with.

"Cole, are you ok?"

I could only groan in response. With that, everything started to blur. I couldn't push myself off of him, and I knew the quicker he was back on his feet, the better this would be for the both of us. Thankfully, Zane understood what was happening and pushed me off himself. He didn't give me the grace of placing me down too gently, but I dont blame him. He had bigger problems.

Now that I was on my back, I could see bits of movement, a large figure was starting towards us.

I couldn't see anyone else, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and even Sensei were all nowhere to be found. My blood went cold, and momentarily, my heart stopped beating. Had something happened to the others?

No matter how hard I fought to get up, how much I told myself I needed to keep fighting, I was starting to loose consciousness. My eyes started to close on their own, and I soon felt myself getting lifted into the air once more by the larger treasure hunter. The last thing I remember was falling. Between the pressure change and my pre-existing head trauma, I couldn't stop myself from passing out before I even hit the ground.

Where is Zane?

I shot open my eyes, a swelling sense of panic rushing over me, but to my surprise, I couldn't see anything. Where am I?

I felt terrible. I think I broke my leg, maybe my arm too. I rolled over, helping relieve the pressure off both of my most likely broken limbs. There was a light far above me, but I couldn't see anything else that would help me figure out where I was. I couldn't get up, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't even speak. All I could do was lie and wait.

For hours, the shadows jumped at me, making my heart race in my ears. I knew I couldn't do anything, and that made the dark that much more terrifying. It was sufficating, how dark and alone I felt. Seconds felt like hours, and hours felt like days. No matter what I did to calm my anxiety, nothing helped. All I could do was lie in the silence and pray someone found me.

"Cole?" I heard Zanes voice calling from above. My heart leaped out of my chest, tears forming at the corner of my eyes from gratitude. He had found me.

"Here." My voice barely even came out.

After a few long moments, I felt the ground beneath me shake, and a loud thud echoed beside me.

"Cole?" This time, Zanes' voice echoed through my very core. My good arm instinctively went to cover up my eyes and ears.

I felt the earth shake a bit more, then a gasp echoed somewhere above me. Slowly, a blue light was brought closer, one I recognized as Zanes eyes. I loosened up upon that realization, unfurling and opening my eyes once more.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I sucked in a quick breath once I could finally see again. Zane towered over me, his meer hand was about as long as I was tall. I wanted to move away, but seeing that about half of me was broken, that was not an option. Slowly, he crouched down. Then gently he put one of his hands down and softly plyed his fingers under me. He lifted me up a bit, then placed his other hand under me as well.

"Cole?" He paused, a bewildered expression plastered on his face, "Cole, can you hear me?" His voice was a wisper now, but even his wispering seemed to completely surround me.

Between the shock of this whole experience and my hurt ribs, I was finding it increasingly harder to speak. I couldn't find my voice. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a pathetic squeak.

His thumb rose and started to brush over me. He didn't apply much pressure, but once he got to my broken arm, I couldn't help but flinch.

Zanes must have noticed that, since his eyes narrowed a bit, something he mostly did when he was annalizeing our 'injury status', as he tends to put it.

"Im going to get you back to the ship, alright?" I was grateful that he continued to keep his voice at a wisper.

I nodded again, to which he started to stand up.

Curling his fingers over me a bit, he suddenly shouts upward, "I FOUND HIM."

This sudden blast of noise hurt, making me return to the covered position I was in before. Zanes shout echoed through the pit, making me shutter in pain a few more times before the noise finally weakened.

Soon, Zane was lifted up, and as a result, I was too. As soon as I was out, noises boomed around me. One question seemed to come through the commotion in unison. "Where's Cole?"

I heard Kai, Jay, and Nya for sure, but Lloyd, I couldn't make out. Did he get kidnapped again? I knew Lloyd was another one of us that the treasure hunters tend to objectify, and that only increased my worry.

I felt Zane move his fingers again, this time unfurling them so that I would lay flat on his palm.

A series of gasps came from the group, and finally, I heard Lloyd. "What happened?" His voice, knowing he was ok, finally allowed my nerves to relax a bit.

"I dont know," Zane sighed in response, "but Cole is not in good condition. He has 3 broken ribs and a broken thigh bone. And his humorous bone is broken as well."

"Zane, now is no time for jokes." Jay piped up.

"The humourus is the bone in the upper arm, I am not displeased with Coles' humor." Zane said blatantly. I could hear the annoyance in his voice. If I had been able to speak, I would have tried to ease the tension, but unfortunately, I still felt too winded.

"Let's get him back then." Nya, the only one who seems to have more than half a brain cell most days, finally chimmed in. It was as if the same thought rung through everyones head, as everyone seemed to simultaneously start back towards the Bounty.

It was so strange. I never realized just how much I would miss the light until it was taken from me. I gazed up at the lamp above me, fixated on its lumosity. Most of my life, I had taken light for granted, but now, I couldn't be more grateful for it.

"How are you feeling?" The unexpected question made me nearly jump out of my skin. Zane must have come back into the room. It was only 15 minutes ago that he had left to take a well-deserved break, and honestly, I expected him to be gone for longer with how much work he put in to get me patched back up.

After I got back on the ship, Zane and Sensei both started to treat my wounds the best they could. With me being small, it was difficult for anyone but Zane to put my splints into place. He was the only one with such precision. Sensei, though he had tried, his hand kept shaking too much to do any good. This also was why they decided it was best for me not to get a cast since they could easily put it on too tight and hurt me more. They decided instead that no one would be allowed to handle me, but Zane.

This was something I found relief knowing. I had already started to imagine Jay coming in here to tease me over goodness knows what and getting too rough. It was strange how a part of me was now afraid of some of my friends. I didn't like it.

"Better." My voice was still weak, but at the very least, I had some painkillers now, so my lungs weren't on fire.

I had been set on top of a pillow, meaning I was a bit higher than I would've been on the bed. It wasn't too much higher than the bed, though it still allowed me a better view of the room. The pillow also meant I was more comfortable, which was a nice contrast to laying on the hard rocky ground in the pit.

Zane dragged his chair closer to me. He once again loomed over me, but in the light, now I was able to make out his face easier. I hadn't realized just how detailed his skin was till now. Even though it's not real, up close, you wouldn't be able to tell.

"Do you remember anything after you fell?" Zane broke the silence again.

"No," I shake my head, "I fell, and the next thing I remember is...." I fall quiet. Even the memory of how scared I felt sent cold dark shivers down my spine. "Waking up." I quietly finish.

"Is there anything that happened between you waking up and me getting there?"

"No..." I felt guilty for the fear I felt. Im sure they all were up on the bounty fighting, I shouldn't be pittied for falling in a hole. And I'm not lying, saying nothing happened since nothing did happen. But on the other hand, a lot felt like it happened. That fear was real. The pain was real. But neither of those should be anyone elses problem than mine.

Zane went quiet. He looked like he was thinking, but sometimes I can't tell with him. We sat like that for a while before Zane finally announced he was going to make dinner.

If I make a little in between part, I will link it here

Days passed. I was under strict orders that, until my bones were healed, I was not to leave the bed, save for when I needed to use the bathroom. It was long and boring. I couldn't play video games, nor could I even play board games. All I could do was watch TV and occasionally talk with one of the others. Zane came to check on me the most, but Jay made a point to seek me out a few times and mock me for my height. He made a point to remind me of the fact that I had called him short, and now the rolls are reversed and blah blah blah. I think he was trying to cheer me up, in his annoying Jay kind of way, but I honestly got tired of listening to him and zoned out most of the time.

The four days I lay in bed were practically tourture. I have never felt more lucky that my elemental powers also helped increase my bodies ability to heal itself. I may have gone insane if I stayed any longer.

Zane came in late on the fourth day of me lounging in bed. Once he announced that I could take both of my splints off, I did not hesitate to free myself from my confinement.

Once I managed to pry the splints off, it dawned on me. What was I going to do? I had been so focused on being able to leave this bed and the pillow that I hadn't thought much further than that.

Zane grabbed both of the splints I had set aside and placed them gently on the nightstand. Then, with a tired smile, he turned back towards me. "So, you're free now." He said with laughter in his voice, "Where do you want to go?"

"I dont know... I didn't think about it much."

"Well, I think I have an idea." A more sincere smile tugged at Zanes face, one that I wasn't sure if it was just friendly or one I should be suspicious of. His palm rested on the bed in front of me, but I hesitated to move myself onto it.

"I dont like that smile of yours. You're not bringing me somewhere to pull a prank on me, are you?" I narrow my eyelids, glaring right into his eyes.

He laughed at my suspicion, "No, no, I promise. This is a good surprise."

I climbed onto his hand, slowly, and still not feeling reassured. I found that sitting down is a lot less disorienting than laying down or standing, so I sit facing him.

I marveled at how large his hand was, even though he now had carried me many times, it was still something I could never quite get over. His hand so large that I could stretch my legs out fully and still have enough room to lay down.

He gave me a reassuring smile, then started out the door.

He carried me down the hallway and past a few rooms before turning into a doorway. I instantly recognized the room as the kitchen, even though it was now so much bigger. There was a delightful smell in the air.

"Mmmm, cake." I take another wiff, "Chocolate cake. " I specify.

"Your nose never ceases to amaze me, Cole." Zanes hand shook lightly as he laughed.

"I'm just that good." I smile, looking up at him.

A timer starts to go off, and with me turned towards Zane, I could see the exact moment he realized what the timer was for. He quickly placed the hand I was sitting upon on to the counter and gently nudged me off with the other. Wasting no time, he headed off, spinning around and rushing towards the oven.

Zane opened a drawer and pulled out two oven-mitts. I knew he didn't need them, and I'm sure he knew as well, but I guess it was a habit he had before discovering he was a robot. I also think that there's also a part of him that loves the oven-mitts since it was a gift we get him often.

Reaching forward, Zane opened the oven, sending a new wave of delicious chocolatey scents my way. I practically shook in anticipation as I saw him pull the source of the smell from the oven.

"One, Two, Three..." I mumbled as he took the tin of cupcakes out. He had made a total of 12 cupcakes. This means that if I take Zanes's portion, I get a total of 4 cupcakes! I big smile crept across my face.

I get up, still a bit wobbly from having sat mostly still for four days, and wander over to the cupcake tin. Zane was taking the cupcakes out and placing them on a rack to cool down faster.

"So I get all of them, right?" I give him the best pleading smile I could muster.

He rolled his eyes with a laugh, "No. You get two. Everyone gets two, or else they may need to make a movie about what happened when one of you got three instead."

Zane always had a way of making me laugh, "But I get your portion, right?" I step forward, closer to him and the edge of the counter.

"Not this time."

"Please tell me you're not giving them to the treasure hunters. You know they dont have a good bone in their body!" I joked.

"Ah, no matter how much I would love to see the look on everyones face at that, no. I am putting them away for when we get back to the city."

I furrow my brow, "But we won't be back to the city for a while! I mean, we haven't found the object thing, whatever it was - yet. And we still need to fix this!" I gesture towards myself.

"We have been looking while you were healing, Cole. Nia thinks she may have figured out where the object is. We're going to go tomorrow to try and retrieve it." My sholders slump. They have been looking without me?

"I thought you guys would wait." I mumble, on one hand, I was a bit bitter about it. They all went cave searching, finding who knows what cool objects and stuff, while I had to sit here and be on bed rest.

But, I could also see their side of it. They needed to get this done. If we didn't find this mysterious object, someone else would.

"Im sorry, Cole." Zane must have heard me muttering to myself.

"Well, at least I can come with tomorrow." I flop down on the counter, forgetting about my newly healed arm and leg. I let out a small shreak at the surprise pain. Zane reached forward to grab me but decided instead to hover his hands, ready to help me if needed.

"Cole," as Zane says this, his expression softened, "you aren't going to be coming with us tomorrow."

My heart dropped, "What?"

"You can't come with us tomorrow, Cole. It's too dangerous, and we can't risk you coming while you're..." Zane paused, considering his next words carefully, "... like this."

"I can still help!" I plea, I can't stay back again. I need to help. I have to help. "I still have my elemental powers! I can move some rock still! What if you get trapped? Then what? I am the Earth ninja! That's what I do! I move rocks!" I could see it. My words were doing nothing to convince Zane, and as I tried to reason more, I found I was grasping at flimsy straws, "I can still help..." I wisper.

"I am sorry, Cole. It's not only me who thinks you should stay. Sensei, he was the one who made the final decision. You need to stay here." Zane gave a sorry smile. "Rest up, maybe once we get back, you will be back to normal, and you can help us figure out what the mystery object is."

I sat there, defeated. I couldn't believe that I was being left behind. How could I keep them safe? How could I save them from the bounty?

The cupcakes started to sound less and less appetizing the more I thought of what tomorrow would bring for my brothers.

I woke up early the next morning. I had to get a good head start. I shuffle to the side of the bed, clinging to the sheets as I made my way down. Finally, once I reached the floor, I encountered my first obstacle. The door had been shut the night before, and I didn't know if I would be able to open it myself. The crack under the door was too narrow for me to fit under, so that wasn't an option. The door had a lever handle, so perhaps I could open the door?

I look around in an attempt to find something I could use to pry it open. The problem now I faced was that I was small, and I couldn't see much around the room. I walked back towards the bed, prepared to have to climb back up it so I could just see what was around the room. Just a moment after I grabbed onto the sheets, I saw something shiny under the bed. There was a clothes hanger under the bed.

I hesitate, the eery and mysterious shadows taunting me. My heart raced, I couldn't seem to look away. If I looked away, then it may consume me, the dark. My reason broke through my anxiety, telling me I had to go into the darkness, if just for one brief moment.

Shakily, I inched forward, feeling for the form of the clothes hanger with my feet. Soon, I felt the cold metal through my clothes. I quickly grabbed it and drug it back out to the light.

I had the clothes hanger, now to put it to use. I headed back towards the door, bringing the clothes hanger along with me. Once I reach the door, I swung the clothes hanger up, stretching my arms out and standing on my tip toes to give myself any bit of extra height.

The hanger caught at the handle, and I pulled down while also moving backward to open the door.

Finally, I was in the hallway. Though it was darker than the recovery room, it had many dim lights that fought off the dark enough for me to feel safe. Besides, the dark was the least of my worries now. I scurry along the edge of the wall, carefully listening for footsteps. I never thought that I would have to be so careful in my own home. But I had to pay attention, both because I dont want to get caught, and also because what would happen if someone didn't see me. The idea that someone could come along and accidentally step on me was one that I ran through my mind as I sped down the hallway.

I stopped at one familiar door. This is what I was looking for, my brothers room. Im sure right now they were still asleep, which was good for me. Unlike my recovery room, I knew that this door had a chip in it.

I believe Kai had said it was from Jay 'borrowing' my scythe. Whatever had happened before, it happened to work in his favor now.

I slunk into the dimly lit room. The only source of light was from outside the window where the moon was now lowering in the sky. Although it was difficult to see, I knew this room at least, and as such, I still found my way around. I creeped along the edge of the bunk beds, careful not to make a single noise.

In a heap on the floor, I saw my long-term goal, Zanes ninja suit. I darted over to the cothing pile, picking up and moving stuff out of my way until I found one of his pockets. I crawled inside, squirming to get comfortable as I did so.

A quiet but relieved sigh excaped my lips. Im going with them, whether they like it or not.

My brothers were too predictable. They woke up late, of course. Nia had already gotten dressed and was ready for them to start their search. Everyone was scrambling to put on their gear. Even Zane seemed to be unprepared, seeing that he didn't notice that his suit was a bit heavier today.

I bounced around any time Zane made any kind of big movement, including running, jumping, and turning. All of those being things Zane apparently does often. When Zane finally sat down to listen to Nia's brief, my head didn't seem to care and just kept spinning.

I couldn't hear much of Nia's ramble, but what I could hear clear as day was Zane. Normally, I tune out a lot of these long, borning, and often too elaborate plans. But today, I found it hard to disassociate. Any time I would finally zone off, Zane would ask another clarifying question. It hadn't dawned on me how many questions he asked before going on a mission. I swear he could write an essay just about the mission brief.

It took a while, but Zane eventually ran out of questions. Now, I thought, we could get on to the fun part.

A cacophony of chairs screeched against the floors as everyone stood at once. Once again, I started to sway and bounce. At one point, I think they were climbing down a rope, but it was hard to keep track. Everything was so disorienting that it was hard to even tell where I was. Were we in the cave yet? Or are we still on land? Did we even get off the Bounty yet? None of my questions seemed to be answered by the lighthearted chit chat that started from the group.

Once again, I wasn't able to hear what anyone else had to say other than Zane, which made it hard to figure out what was being said. The more I tried to fill in the gaps, the harder it became to understand what was happening. After about 15 minutes of me trying to decipher the illogical code, I gave up.

Who knows how long I have been in this pocket now. So far, they haven't seemed to run into any blocked paths, nor have they trapped themselves inside a cavern, which was a good sign.

How much longer will this take? All I wanted to do is get back to the Bounty, tell everyone I was here the whole time, and reassure them I can go on missions still. Maybe I couldn't walk by myself, but I was small and able to go places most cant. Imagine if I was this small when we got locked in the cage that one time. I could have gotten us out. I could be helpful.

We have to be in the cave now. There is a musty smell in the air, and I have to suppress the urge to sneeze every ten seconds. This could not be a worse time for my allergies to rear its ugly head.

We passed a particularly dusty portion of the cave. My heart sped up, I can't be caught now! They will just bring me back and go on without me! I hold my breath, hoping that if I dont breathe in the dust, I won't sneeze.

I had to breathe eventually, and as soon as I caught my breath again, I felt the overwhelming urge to sneeze. It started to rise from my nose and through my mouth. I had to stop it, I tried, doing everything in my power to stop the sneeze.

I breathed out once more, and the need to sneeze wad suddenly gone. I silently celebrated my victory.

I celebrated too soon. My sneeze snuck up on me. It was too late to stop it, so I tried to cover it up the best I could. But it was too late, I felt Zane come to a sudden hault.

"What was that." He asked, I heard the unease in his voice.

Some replies came from my brothers, but again, none that I could hear. My heart beat in my ears. Maybe Zane would write it off as the cave shifting. It does that sometimes, right?

An intense pressure shoved against my side for a moment before quickly disappearing. Zane gave an annoyed grumble above me.

Suddenly, a hand appeared, enclosing me in its grasp. It brought me up out of Zanes' pocket to be level with his face. He made sure to keep me facing towards him but didn't lighten his strong grip on me.

"Cole." The ice in Zanes' voice made my heart skip, I hardly hear him angry, and never is it towards me. His lips were thin, and his eyes were practically piercing through my soul. Normally, I can fight back, spit words, and defend myself. But his grip has become so tight that I was starting to struggle to breathe.

I wheezed a bit, doing my best to keep my composure. With my ability to breathe, slipping now, though, it remained difficult.

"Zane," I gasped in between desperate breaths, "Breathe. I can't."

The moment those words left my lips, Zane hand loosened, and so did his expression.

"What are you doing?" This was the Zane I knew now. He was annoyed, sure, but he wasn't the same as he was only a moment ago. He tilted me back a bit and set me down on his other palm.

"I -" Before I could get the sentence out, Lloyd brought up a finger to his lips. I turned to watch as Lloyd creeped towards a 90° turn in the cave. Just as quickly as he peered around the corner, he retracted his head. Turning back towards us, he wispers something. I couldn't hear it, I can't seem to hear anything lately. I turned to look at Zane, hoping he heard it. One look at his face told me he did.

I started to open my mouth to ask him to repeat what he heard, but shut it when I saw Zane already opening his mouth to reply.

(Start of events in comics here 1 + 2)

I watched as he didn't speak, but rather just kept his mouth open for a moment. One second, I was on Zanes hand, staring up at Zane. The next, I was shoved forcefully towards Zanes face. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a mass that glowed a light blue. Any time I tried to move, tried to reorient myself, I was pinned down again. I felt the confined space push me head first into another tighter tunnle.

The light followed me, and with this light came many new noises. There was a distinct ticking noise, along with the sound of what I assume was gears grinding together. Soon, blood started to run to my head, and my brain felt light.

(End of events in comic)

A few seconds after I thought I was about to pass out, I was pushed into a larger chamber. It was soft, and it had the same blue glow as the other one had before. It was definitely bigger and stretchier than the other two. That said, it was still very cramped. I was forced to lay down, as the ceiling was practically brushing against my hair, and the rest of my body was pressed into the sides of the room. Something about this place was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

A series of sporadic movements tossed me about a bit, but comparatively, it was not nearly as bad as it was in the pocket.

What would be my train of thought asking me where I am and what was happening got interrupted with a series of muffled shouts. I instinctively sunk into the rippling soft cloth underneath me, hopeful that it will keep me safe from this unseen danger.

The same sounds of gears and gadgets still were present but much more muffled now. The ticking was still audible too, but I had to strain to hear it.

There is where I stayed for a long time, trapped in the chamber. The pillow-like surroundings kept me in place for the most part, but every once in a while, there would be a bigger movement that caused me to fly into one of the walls. The walls, though, were soft and squishy, making the experience when I wasn't getting slammed into them actually kind of enjoyable.

After a while, the movement slowed down and finally came to a hault. Just as I started to bask in the peace, a loud voice from above brought me back. "He's fine. He's in my storage compartment." I recognized the voice instantly as Zane. I wonder who he was talking about? Who would even fit in his storage compartment? I have seen it before, it's small. No one was that small.

My breath hitched. I am that small. I felt the blood rush to my face as I realized just where I was. It was embarrassing how comfortable I had felt here. I lightly pushed at one of the folds around me, as if feeling it would help confirm.

I tried to push myself up, to put a bit of space between me, and what I now knew was Zane. My efforts were foiled as my back hit the top of Zanes storage chamber, and I flopped back down.

Zane started to speak again, "Is that all of them?" He must be talking to our brothers.

After a brief pause, where I assume someone had responded, Zane continued, "Then let's get moving again."

So they weren't going to bring me back. That was a relief. I can stay on the mission with them. Zane would let me out, and I could finally have some normalcy back in my life.

I felt Zane start to move again, this time, though it was more methodical, and the chamber only swayed slightly with each step. He wasn't making any sort of motion to let me back out. Did he forget?

I lightly knocked at the glowing pillow in front of me, "Um, Zane?" He didn't slow his pace. I waited for a few seconds, but he didn't respond.

"Zane?" This time, I raised my voice more in case he couldn't hear me the first time.

Zane started to slow his pace, meaning he heard me this time. "Yes, Cole?" He still sounded very annoyed with me.

"Are you going to let me out?" I poke at a spot next to me, hoping he would understand what I was getting at.

"No, I am not." He said matter of factly.

I'm a bit surprised. "What?" I scoff, not able to stop the word from coming out of my mouth.

"You not only disobeyed Sensei. But you also put yourself in danger and, by extension, could have put us in danger, and you still have no remorse for any of it." His tone reminded me of how he spoke to Lloyd when he was younger, something that hurt more than I thought it would.

"Im not a kid. I can handle myself just fine." The hurt seeping into my words.

Zane grumbled, a sudden pressure from the outside squeezed me to the opposite side of the chamber for a moment before releasing me once more. "I know you aren't a kid. But you need to listen to me, Cole. You aren't indestructible. You are putting yourself in more danger than I think you realize by being here. I dont want to lose you." He sighed, the previous annoyance in his voice fading. "There are bad people in these tunnels, and if you get separated from us all, it would take is for one to grab and toss you to..." The chamber pushed in again, "I can't lose you, ok?"

I couldn't think of anything to say to that. All the tension and defensiveness in me disappeared in an instant. How could I have been so neglectful. I know he cares about me. That's all he meant, and I should have known.

The pressure once again released, and I flopped onto the plush beneath me. I hadn't realized until then, but I had been tense. It had been exhausting, keeping that grudge. I relaxed, sinking furtherer into the pillow beneath me. Closing my eyes for a minute wouldn't hurt, right? I nestled my head down, and as I felt Zanes speed pick up to catch up with the others, my mind started to wander into the best sleep I have ever had.

[snixkers]

Green

Pairing: Spencer Reid × Fem!Reader

For: @cmkinkbingo2024

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Lingerie, reader has female traits, oral (fem receiving), fingerings (fem receiving), very vanilla, no mention of aftercare or protection (SAFE SEX IS GREAT SEX)

Summary: Spencer discovers his new favorite color on you.

Author's Note: Omg, I literally never write smut, so this took forever rare. This is for the lingerie prompt on my bingo. Inspired by this set.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

You stepped into the house, trying to sneak past your boyfriend in order to safely deposit the indiscreet bag at the bottom of your closet, but no luck.

He smiled as he saw you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and drawing you closer. You stiffened slightly, kissing him to try to keep your purchase secret.

Spencer noticed your discomfort immediately, pulling back and frowning slightly. "What's wrong?"

Damn profilers.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot before deciding it was best to just come clean.

"I got something today."

You held the bag up for him, letting him read the label and watching shock wash over his features.

"Oh. Um, what is it?"

Your eyes nearly rolled on their own, and he quickly took back his words.

"I know it's lingerie. I just wanted to know what it looked like."

As you watched him try to profile you, you couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his work slacks.

"I think it's easier for me to show you."

He nodded eagerly, following you up the stairs like a lost puppy.

"Can you at least tell me the color?"

You turned around, stepping into the bedroom and starting to close the door.

"Green."

You only got a glimpse of his jaw dropping before you closed the door to change in private.

After getting all the silk and lace situated, you waited another minute or so to really make him sweat before opening the door.

Almost immediately, he pushed into the room and grabbed you by your hips to pull you in for a searing kiss.

It was almost shocking how deeply he kissed, taking you in as if he needed to remind himself that you were his. Considering he had just returned from a case, maybe he did.

You brought your hands to his face and pulled him closer, letting your mouths meet in a whirl of teeth and tongue and love.

The two of you moved straight to the bed, collapsing on your sides without breaking the kiss. You giggled into his mouth, AMF he couldn't help but smile back.

"You like it?"

He quickly nodded, taking you in from head to toe.

"That's certainly a litotes."

You didn't even bother finding out what that meant before kissing him again and scooting back against the headboard.

He followed suit, lowering himself until he was eye level with the waistband of your increasingly slick panties. He looked up at you for permission, which you quickly gave in the form of an eager nod.

You had barely even given your approval before he was pulling your panties to the side, licking a stripe up your pussy. Immediately, you bucked into his mouth, the sensation shocking you.

"You taste so good." He practically moaned himself, drunk on you.

Spencer feasted on your moans, getting an eyeful of your heaving breasts from his position between your thighs. He waited a couple minutes to get you comfortable before introducing a finger to your heat.

He continued to eat you out with practiced ease, using his hand and tongue in tandem to bring you to the edge. Your moans filled the room, tears blurring your vision from the intense pleasure.

Your hands moved on their own, one circling your nipple and the other carding through his hair, gripping it just to have something to ground you.

You were close, and he knew it. He curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot at the same time that he circled your clit with more pressure. It only took a few seconds before you unraveled, flooding his tongue with the taste of you.

He helped you relax, slowly pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. You let out a soft huff, looking down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

"I really like the color green on you."

You snorted softly, running a hand through his hair.

"I couldn't tell."

[just-jordie-things]

Hi! Can I request number 68 of the kiss prompt with Inumaki?

fuuuuck yeah good choice

68: A Hoarse Whisper "Kiss Me" ___

toge had known for a while now that his affectionate feelings for you were returned. from the way your eyes would meet from across the room, lingering a little longer than necessary before you'd share a smile and turn your attention back to whatever you were doing. or how your hand would brush against his and you'd shyly pull it away, the blush on your cheeks unavoidable.

even in the simple things your feelings were made clear, like how you'd always choose him to be your partner for projects, or training. you always sat beside him during lunch, or movie night, or in the car, and every time you'd plop your body right beside his, you'd give him that same starry-eyed smile. a sweet, silent greeting and display of your happiness to be beside him before you'd bid him good morning or hello, toge or dive right into whatever hyper fixation you were going to babble on about today, just last week it was i don't think i'll ever get over pomegranate boba.

but it seemed it was hard to get you to fully give into the affections you shared. toge had done his best, with what limited speech he had, to convince you that he shared the same romantic feelings you had. he'd push your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he'd hug you just a few seconds longer than anyone else when returning from missions, he never shied away from your gaze, he'd text you when you looked pretty- which was often- and he'd even drawn little hearts on your hand while you were busy reading and he was bored.

and while you'd blush and giggle and your dimples would shine through when you smiled at him, you always seemed to bite your tongue. and he just couldn't have that. he needed you to know how deeply he cared about you, how badly he wanted you to be completely his.

so he took matters into his own hands and decided he would just have to pull it out of you another way.

you're walking together on a path in the woods where he knows your peers won't show up to bother you, and he decides then that this is the perfect opportunity.

and even though you're deep in conversation about your anxieties for the upcoming exchange event, his hand grasps onto yours, stopping you both in the middle of your walk, and the middle of your conversation.

he loves so much that you're able to talk with him like no one else. you not only understood him, but you seemed to pick up on his every thought and the flow of conversation never felt odd to either of you.

(unless of course he was trying to express his undying love for you, then it felt tricky. salmon salmon just didn't do the trick)

at first you seem concerned, your hand squeezing his as you study his face carefully, assuming something was wrong. but you find that he's smiling at you, and his fingers interlock between yours. you happily accept the action, blushing as his thumb strokes over the back of yours, but you're still confused at the abrupt action.

"what is it?" you ask, giggling nervously as you struggle to hold eye contact with him.

in the sunlight, his eyes appear to be the prettiest shade of purple, like wild lilac. it's easy to get lost in them.

he grins at you, flashing pearly whites as he draws you closer with a gentle but quick tug of his hand. you almost stumble, but plant your feet firmly in front of him. you're trying to fight off a rush of giggles now, your heartbeat picking up in pace and unleashing butterflies in your stomach that must be tickling you because the will to laugh is so strong you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from doing it.

you watch him closely, trying to decipher what he's trying to tell you with those eyes, but you're lost.

with his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, and now your heart is dropping with anticipation and your nervous giggles aren't to be heard.

instinctively, your eyes fall to his lips, still smiling, the marks on his face aligning with his dimples adorably. if you weren't frozen in shock you might have gently prodded your finger against one.

toge's fingers travel from your chin, skimming your jaw until he delicately traces the pad of his index finger over the seam of your lips. you're careful to remain perfectly still as he does this. you don't know what brought him to give into such an impulsive thought, but you wouldn't complain.

as his touch drags over the plushness of your lower lip and back to your chin, he whispers in a low, scratchy voice, "kiss me"

you've never felt the effects of toge's cursed speech before, and if you're being honest with yourself, as you close the space between you and slot your lips over his gently, you're not sure you're experiencing the command of his cursed technique now.

you've been told that being taken over by his voice is an abrasive feeling. that the command takes hold of our mind in such a way that everything is a haze, your will no longer your own. the sensation of being the victim of cursed speech is meant to be unpleasant, and even dizzying at times.

but it feels as though you move on your own accord, and the only dizziness and haze you feel are the welcomed cloudiness that the soft feeling of his lips and the light but musky smell of his cologne provide. everything about him wafts over your senses before flooding them completely.

you're not sure if his cursed speech had taken it's hold on you or if this was your own free will.

but you come to the conclusion that if he didn't have the cursed technique he did, and he'd still asked you to kiss him, you would have.

your hands are gentle as they lay against his jaw, and your lips are soft as you bestow him kiss after kiss, each one sweeter than the last, each one strengthening his newfound addiction to kissing you.

eventually the two of you are giggling between yourselves too much to continue, but even when you part you don't go very far. you simply hold onto one another, and bask in each other's happy glow.

"doesn't that hurt?" you murmur with concern, your fingers gently tracing over the column of his throat. "next time just signal me, or something, okay?"

toge shakes his head, easing your worry, before speaking anyways.

"kiss me again" ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[navybrat817]

Christmas Karma

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: Nick doesn't appreciate anyone pushing you around, especially when you're shopping. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, threat of violence, implied explicit sexual content, swearing, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?) being a little grinchy, but we love him. A/N: I present to you lovelies my writing challenge fic and gift exchange for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y! @angrythingstarlight , I hope you enjoy your fic! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @sgt-seabass , but any and all mistakes are my own. Also thanks to @sweeterthanthis and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog regarding this idea. Banner and moodboard by yours truly, divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics , and prompts at the end of the fic. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Nick wasn't in the mood to be out and about today. He wondered if he could blame his grinchy mood on the cold, but the winter weather never bothered him. It was also a good excuse to keep you close. He could think of plenty of ways to warm you up and wanted to pull you back inside the minute the two of you left your home.

"Sweetheart," he grumbled. "Do we have to go shopping?"

He bought your gifts weeks ago and kept them in his office so you wouldn't find them. You asked him not to go overboard, but he couldn't help himself. You deserved to be spoiled and he couldn't wait to watch your face light up as you opened each gift.

He had a special gift saved for last.

"Nick, you promised," you reminded him when you tugged on his hand. "Just two small things and that's it."

Like him, you had your shopping done, even when he told you he had the one thing he wanted: you. Brushing that off with a giggle, you told him even the man who has everything deserves a present. Your gifts were always thoughtful. A last minute invitation to a neighbor's party, however, threw you for a loop. Not only did you insist on buying a gift for the hostess, but you needed to buy something for one of the games planned.

Which sparked a debate over whether to call the game "White Elephant" or "Rob Your Neighbor".

"Two things and we're really done?"

"That's it. We won't be out long," you smirked when he sighed. The look in your eyes made him want to drag you back inside more. "You can have me all to yourself when we're done. I'll even wear that little blue number you like when we have dinner as a thank you."

Nick ran his tongue along his bottom lip. It was one of the few pieces of lingerie he hadn't destroyed. Not because he couldn't afford it, but because you loved it as much as he did.

"We'll see if you can make it to dessert," you added.

"Tease," he whispered.

You both knew he'd have you bent over the table before the night was over.

All he had to do was make it through shopping.

"You sure this is a good idea?" he half joked as he watched a man fill up the trunk of his car with shopping bags.

"Yes," you smiled as you lightly hit his arm. "Even though I may have underestimated just how packed the parking lot would be."

He circled the lot twice to no avail and finally stopped when a nice guy waved him down and pointed to his car. The space was close to the door, too. Maybe they would be in and out quicker than he thought.

"Just for that, you should wear that new red number tomorrow," he suggested, giving the guy a nod as he backed out of the space and drove away. "My favorite next to the blue."

"See, now you're just looking for excuses to-"

Nick was about to turn into the parking spot when a red beamer nearly swiped his front bumper, drawing a gasp from you as he laid on his horn.

He didn't care that the prick almost hit him, but fuck anyone who scares his girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to look at you as you swallowed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured him, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. "Just wasn't expecting that. He came out of nowhere."

"He's lucky he didn't hit anyone," he said, bringing your hand to his mouth as the man got out.

Maybe it was his sour mood playing tricks on his mind, but he swore the smarmy asshole smirked at him before he headed toward the store.

Fucker. All I have to do is swerve and-

"Don't do anything," you said, as if you read his mind. "I don't mind walking. Besides, Christmas karma will get him."

He had to smile as you tried to make the best of the situation. "What exactly is 'Christmas karma'?"

"The brilliant and gorgeous Nick Fowler doesn't know what that is? Please, give me a moment to bask in this glory," you teased, making a show of closing your eyes and opening them again as he chuckled. You enjoyed stroking his ego. "It's karma, but it's wrapped in a pretty bow."

"I prefer you in a pretty bow," he winked.

"You're getting the blue number and possibly the red. Don't push it," you smiled.

He chuckled before he drove to the front of the store. "And I'm not making you walk," he said, putting the flashers on before he got out and went around to your door. "You go ahead. I'll find a spot."

You stopped to give him a kiss once he helped you out of the car. "Thank you. I'll see you inside."

That Christmas karma you mentioned must have been on Nick's side as he was able to find a spot a minute later.

His good deed for not running that prick over.

You messaged Nick to let him know which section you went to as he went inside to find you. He managed to bite his tongue as he dodged people who thought walking with their carts in the middle of the aisle was normal. You would have been proud that he kept his opinion to himself.

He smiled to himself when he saw you carefully looking through one of the shelves, one gift in your hand. The more he thought about it, the more he thought part of his bad mood had to do with the fact that it wasn't Christmas yet. He began to second guess if proposing that day was the right decision. He had complete confidence in the ring. One of a kind and crafted to perfection, just like you. He just didn't want a holiday proposal to be too cliche.

He meant what he said that you were the only thing he wanted for Christmas.

The smile slipped off his face as you reached for a box on the shelf, only to be bumped by the large guy standing beside you. The motion was too rough not to be an accident, but you managed to hold onto the gift as you found your footing. His eyes narrowed as he got a better look at the man who had the nerve to touch you.

It was the asshole who almost hit his car.

A special kind of asshole who apparently liked to shove women out of the way to get what they want.

"Excuse me," you said politely, even though the push wasn't your fault.

"Yeah, excuse you. You wanna hand that over? Now?" the guy snapped, trying to take the box as you pulled it out of his reach.

"No, I don't. I'm sorry," you said, frowning as he blocked your path.

"I was reaching for it and you snatched it. Give it to me," he said, putting his hand out.

Nick saw red as he padded across the floor, a few people moving out of his way. You once told him he had a murderous expression when pushed to that point. With his broad shoulders and fury flashing in his blue eyes, he was sure he looked like he was going to go on a rampage.

He should have just hit the guy earlier and been done with it.

You put your chin up as the man tried to grab the box again. "There are plenty of other gifts you can find," you said, an edge of annoyance creeping into your voice. "Please, excuse me."

"Bitch, give me that-"

"Step away from my wife."

You inhaled sharply at the deadly calm in Nick's voice. He didn't like to shout unless he had to, but the deep, quiet tone wasn't a good sign for anyone on the receiving end. Up close, the guy was smaller than him and all bark.

Or maybe the deadly look of his rendered him speechless momentarily.

"Or what? She took my gift," he accused.

"And you took my parking space," Nick lifted one shoulder in a bored shrug. "I memorized your license plate, by the way. I'm curious if I have someone run your plates if anything would come up. You seem like an 'outstanding parking tickets' kind of guy. Maybe worse. Would be a shame to ruin your holiday."

Even if he had a clear record, he could pay someone off to teach him a lesson.

But the way the color drained from the guy's face, he was in some kind of trouble. "She can keep it."

"You'll pay for it. Both gifts as a way to say you're sorry," Nick demanded, his voice low. "And anything else she wants in this store."

"Just these," you said with a smile before you thought about it. "Oh. And maybe a small donation to them," you added, nodding toward a group in Santa hats near the front of the store.

"Oh, god. Not the carol singers," the man grumbled. "I'd rather punch them."

Nick kind of understood where he was coming from. He grew tired of the same songs after hearing them over and over. But if that was what you wanted, he'd make it happen.

"Nick, you sure you don't want to call the station?" you asked innocently.

"Okay, okay. The gifts and a donation to the carolers. Happy?"

"Very happy," you said as Nick slipped an arm around your waist. "It's the season of giving and we appreciate it."

"Go to the counter. Now," Nick ordered.

You muffled your laughter as the guy took off, both of you following close behind. "You're really making him pay for these? We have the money."

"It's the principle. He's lucky I didn't shoot him for treating you the way he did."

He was still considering it.

"Well, thank you for not killing him. As much as I support you and your endeavors, committing a crime like that in public could get you into trouble and I don't want to spend Christmas alone," you smiled before you cleared your throat. "You called me your wife."

"I did," he said. It slipped out before he could stop himself. "And I didn't hear you correcting me."

"Because it felt nice to hear," you smiled, stopping him before you got to the counter. "But I do need a ring on my finger."

"Maybe Santa will bring you one," he teased.

"Maybe I'll say 'yes'," you said, glancing above your heads where mistletoe hung. "And I think my future husband deserves a kiss before we go home."

He placed a soft and tender kiss on your lips. Maybe a Christmas proposal wouldn't be so cliche after all. Like you said, it was the season of giving and he wanted to give you all of him.

And in the spirit of giving, he wouldn't call the cops until after the holiday to run the plates.

Maybe they'd even put a bow on the warrant.

Hope you lovelies enjoyed this holiday treat. Love and thanks for reading!

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Prompts, you say? 🤔

Stony & the phrase "you never saw me"

Here you go, sorry for the wait!

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Steve was waiting in Tony's office with a stack of papers for them to go through when Tony rushed in, held up a hand before Steve could even mutter a greeting and hissed, “You never saw me.”

Then Steve bore witness to Tony Stark, tech giant and billionaire, crawling underneath his desk like a child.

“What –“ Steve said right before the door banged open again.

“Where is he?” Pepper shouted, her usually composed face dotted with bright red cheeks. Steve knew her anger wasn't directed at him, but he still hunched his shoulders in defense when she whipped around to him and gave him a glare. “Did you see him?”

“No, ma'am,” Steve said, carefully not looking at the desk. He raised the folders in his arms. “I'm waiting for him too.”

“I swear to god,” Pepper spat, marching back out with her heels clicking a fierce rhythm against the floor. “Where are you? Tony!”

The door fell shut behind her, and Steve waited for a few tense seconds while Pepper's footsteps faded in the distance. Then he turned towards the desk. “She's gone.”

“Oh thank god,” Tony sighed, head popping up over the edge with a genuinely terrified look on his face. “She would've killed me.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, but Tony waved him off, climbing into his chair with an ungainly shuffle and a groan, rubbing his hip.

“It's fine, it'll blow over.” Tony grinned at him. “You really did me a solid there. Thanks, Cap.”

“You shouldn't hide from Pepper,” Steve said, despite the fact that he'd just helped him do exactly that. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't ratted Tony out. “If she's looking for you, it's probably important.”

“Ah, but you're more important,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve's heart twinge. “How can I help you, Cap? Anything you want, I owe you one.”

Steve ignored the flutter in his stomach in favor of lifting the papers in his hand. “Go through these with me? Fury needs them on his desk by tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Tony sighed, though he was still smirking. “A carte blanche from Tony Stark, and you want to do paper work? I thought you were more creative than that.”

The look in Tony's eyes was a challenge and a dare, and Steve reacted on impulse, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Well, if anything goes, how about dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked but seemed to catch himself barely a second later. “Sure, whatever, I'd cash out for that anyway. Burgers?”

“I was thinking Italian. You could wear that nice suit from our last charity ball.” Steve smiled. “You looked real handsome in it. Don't know if I told you. And I'll pay, since I'm the one asking you out.”

Tony's eyes narrowed as they darted over Steve's face like he was looking for something. “Well, this all sounds like rather more than dinner now, Cap. Careful, I might get ideas.”

“I do mean a date,” Steve said, secretly reveling in the way Tony's face slackened in shock. “You did say carte blanche, right? If anything goes, then I want a date.”

Tony looked like he was about to say something before he seemed to change his mind, his expression dropping back into his signature smirk. “Well, if that's what you want, I'll knock your socks off, darling. You'll get the full Stark ride, satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Looking forward to it.” Steve deliberately kept his face neutral as he slid the papers onto Tony's desk. “Can you look through these some time today? We'll discuss them later.”

“Shop talk is distasteful on the first date, Captain,” Tony drawled, and Steve smiled at him.

“Don't worry. No business, strictly pleasure.” He allowed himself a wink before he turned and walked away to the sound of Tony spluttering behind him. Steve held in his grin until the door fell shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd done that just now, but it seemed as though fortune favored the bold.

Sure, Tony probably thought he was joking, but that was alright. Steve had a full night to convince Tony that he was serious. And if it all went well, Steve might even get that Stark ride Tony had promised. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag.

They didn't call him a master strategist for nothing.

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[eluminium]

Skizz week day 2 lets GOO!!!!

I apologize for the lack of polish on these. I have seemingly caught a cold and am also in the middle of important schoolwork. But hey, it's better than nothing!

Anyway, this is kind of a sneak peek into an AU I've been working on. It doesn't have a name yet, but it sure exists! I hope I can post about it more when I have more things to work with!

Once again, thank you to @skizzlemanweek for todays prompt!

Prompt 2: Hybrid/AU

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Impulse has lost his mind.

That's the only logical conclusion to this situation. To him sitting here on his dead best friend's bed while talking to said best friend who's apparently ascended to godhood? But he doesn't know what kind of God he is yet somehow? He also may have given Impulse some knowledge about the divine that Impulse is 75% sure he isn't supposed to know, even as his best god friend's semi-accidental oracle and/or priest. Probably. Maybe.

It's been a rough couple of hours, to say the least.

"Impulse! You're not listening to me!" A voice, Skizz's voice, echoes through his head. Impulses hands fly to his ears as he groans in pain. "Control your volume, dude! You're gonna blow out my ears!" He hisses.

"Oh...! Sorry...!" Skizz whisper-yells in response, although not without a mischievous giggle. Oh gods above, Impulse was gonna have to deal with SKIZZ. TALKING IN HIS BRAIN. UNINTERUPRABLY. FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE. He shakes his head to try and get rid of that awful realization and quickly moves to change the subject before Skizz catches on.

"Alright, so. You became a God, but you don't know what of. So you appeared back here and found me. And you want me to help you figure out what you are the God of. Did I get that right?" He summarizes, looking at the faint blue outline of his best friend sitting on the same bed they spent years having pillow fights on in their youth-

Skizz sticks out his hand and does a so-and-so motion. "Well, yeah...But since I picked you as my oracle, as in my special important mortal representative guy, you're also gonna have to start my cult and get people to worship me!" He exclaims, clearly excited at the prospects. 

"Wow, we really got a Mr. Humble Guy over here," Impulse deadpans.

"HEY! You know I'm not in it for the fame, man! Even though I am really handsome and my godly muscles are huge!" Skizz huffs in mock offense. Impulse rolls his eyes in response.

But instead of another sarcastic quip, the barely visible parts of Skizz's face soften into something dangerously genuine. "I mean it, dude. Think about it. Think about how cool this is gonna be. Think about how deadly we are as a duo now that we have divine power behind us. Think about how many people we can help!"

"But we don't even know what you're the God of!" Impulse snaps with a glare. "How are we supposed to get people to join in on this when we can't gurantee anything?! And don't say 'We'll make something up', you KNOW I'm a TERRIBLE liar! I can't lead a whole freaking cult by myself! I need yo-"

His throat closes up. He can't say that. Because that would mean Skizz couldn't help him, that his best friend was...not with him in some way. That he was alone in this, for now. No, no it's too raw. He breaks eye contact as his eyes snap towards a corner of the room. He draws in a shaky breath and blinks rapidly. 

"Dipple Dop..." Skizz's tone is...sad. He reaches out towards Impulse before remembering that he can't really...touch him. Nor can he touch anything mortal, really. He needs belief for that, followers who believe in him. 

A sigh leaves him as he retracts his hand. "I know this is a lot for you. To be honest, it's a lot for me too. You're scared, and I'm scared. And you're probably thinking something like: 'This is a total disaster, we're so screwed'-"

Huh, that was...exactly what Impulse was thinking. To the word. Weird.

"-but man, dude, my homieh buddeah-"

Impulse can't help but snort at that one. The man is a god now, and yet he's still just Skizz.

"We got all the time in the world to do this. We don't have to rush this. We'll make a plan. We'll do our research! The big fancy library we used to study at had a bunch of books about the gods and stuff, remember? Maybe we can find the step-by-step guide to finding your godly trait and a "How to Cult for Dummies"! Gee, wouldn't that be convinient!"

They're both giggling now. Why? They don't fully know. Probably the absurdity of sneaking into a royal library to read the most suspicious books of all time is getting to them. But, somehow, there's a glow of warmth in Impulse's chest. A feeling he's been missing ever since Skizz unwillingly left the mortal realm for the divine.

Hope.

As the giggling dies down, a timid smile settles on Impulse's face. Gods, how does Skizz do it? How does he make Impulse believe in some new goal that fast? Well, he supposes he can blame it on magical god powers now. Hell yeah.

He takes a deep breath in, jumps off the bed, and stands up. "Alright, I'm in. What's the worst that could happen?" He says with attempted confidence. Despite Skizz certainly detecting his lingering anxiety, he jumps up (or well, floats) up in the air beside him with a barely seeable hand pumped up in the air.

"Allllright!!! Imp and Skizz are reunited and back on the case! I love it!" He cheers.

Impulse wastes no time in heading to their shared kitchen and grabbing a snack for the road. The library isn't far (perks of living in the capital) but hey, emotional rollercoasters tend to leave ya a bit tired. A snack for the road never hurt anybody!

Skizz unexpectedly chuckles. "Except that one time you decided to shove jello in your backpack," he points out.

Impulse freezes.

"...Are there more things in my head than just your voice?" He questions while slowly turning around to face Skizz. Skizz, in response, raises an eyebrow.

"Of course! I know everything going on in there! That's what happens between a God and their oracle!" He says like it's common knowledge.

"So you know all my deep dark secrets now?"

"Well, kinda!"

"Does the "kinda" include how much I missed you?"

"Awww yeah!!! I know you love me soooo muuuchhh now!"

"God damn it- I hate you. You SUCK." 

At Impulse's overly sulky tone, Skizz giggles like the sacred bastard he is. And once again, something cozy and soft glows and grows in Impulse's chest. It feels...good. Happy. Like it's right as it should be. And looking at the faded form of his best friend, he knows Skizz feels it growing too.

Maybe, even with all the responsibility and having Skizzleman but now with divine powers in his head 24/7, this won't be so bad. 

Maybe this could become something great.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twenty-Four

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Angst.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.5k

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The sight of the long table on the main deck, laden with food, brings a sense of warmth to your chest. The crew is already seated, some pouring drinks, others sharing stories from their day. Monster is currently juggling peaches, taking bites out of the ones he catches. Benn looks up and grins when he sees you.

“Ah, there they are! Just in time!” He raises his mug in a toast. "Couldn't start without the lady of the ship."

A twinge of pain flickers through your chest at the name, but you smile through it. You take a seat beside Shanks, who grabs a plate and starts piling it high with food for both of you. He hands you the plate with a wink, and you flash a smile.

“Dig in,” he says, his tone light. “You’ve earned it after dealing with those little terrors all day.”

You laugh softly, taking a bite of the savory stew. It’s delicious, as always. The crew’s cook has outdone himself again. You take another bite of the stew, savoring the flavors before glancing at Shanks. “They aren’t all terrors, you know,” you say, smiling. “Some of them are actually quite sweet.”

Shanks raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that so? You must have a soft spot for troublemakers then.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile doesn’t leave your face. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I just see the good in people. Or well, I try to.”

Benn chuckles from across the table, lighting another cigarette. “Well, you certainly have your work cut out for you with this lot.” He gestures around at the crew, who are currently engaged in various antics. Monster is now balancing on one leg while juggling the remaining peaches, much to the amusement of the others.

Shanks nudges you with his elbow, drawing your attention back to him in effort to lighten the dullness within your eyes. “So, what did those little terrors teach you today?” he asks, genuinely curious.

You lean back in your chair, thinking for a moment. “They taught me how to be patient and how to appreciate the small things. Like a perfectly executed cartwheel or a drawing that looks more like a blob but is supposed to be a cat. Also how to avoid flying paint…”

The pirates' laughter fills the deck, a rolling wave of amusement that makes your heart feel lighter. But only just. You take a deep breath, your lips curling into a genuine smile as you prepare to dive into the story.

“Flying paint? You have to explain that one!” Benn grins, leaning forward.

"Alright," you say, leaning forward, "so it all started when Taro found this big bucket of red paint. He decided that trees should be red because it’s his favorite color. He even managed to convince a few other kids to help him out."

Shanks watches you intently, his eyes twinkling with interest. His attention is unwavering, making you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"And Yumi?" Benn prompts, still chuckling.

"Yumi was having none of it," you continue. "She grabbed the green paint and started painting over Taro's red trees. But then Taro got upset and started painting over Yumi's green. Before we knew it, the other kids joined in and it turned into an all-out paint war."

"Paint war?" Monster says between bites of his peach. "That must have been quite a sight!"

You nod vigorously, your hands animated as you describe the chaos. "Oh, it was! Paint was flying everywhere! The kids were covered head to toe in red and green by the end of it. They even got some on me," you add with a laugh. "Luckily, it washes out."

Benn smirks, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sounds like you had your hands full."

"You have no idea," you say, your grin slowly fading. "I had to mediate a truce and then we all ended up cleaning each other off with buckets of water from the well. By the end of it, they were laughing and playing together again."

Shanks chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving your face. “You really have a way with people,” he says quietly.

Your cheeks flush at his words, but you shrug it off playfully. “Or maybe I’m just good at avoiding flying paint?”

The crew laughs again, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. The warmth of their jovial grins wraps around you like a comforting blanket, making you forget about all your worries.

“Next time,” Benn says with a grin, “we’ll have to get you some protective gear.”

Dinner winds down, the plates emptied and the laughter still echoing around the deck. You lean back in your chair, feeling slivers of contentment trying to break past the wall of numbness. Shanks quietly pours you another glass of wine, his fingers brushing yours briefly as he hands it over.

"Alright, lads!" Gab announces, clapping his hands together. "Time to liven things up!"

Limejuice grins, pulling a knife from his belt. "How about a little contest?"

You watch with curiosity as the men start clearing a space on the deck. Benn raises an eyebrow but doesn't intervene. Shanks leans back in his chair, a bemused expression on his face.

"Are they about to do something arguably stupid?" you ask, eyebrow raised and wine poised at your lips.

"Most likely," Shanks replies, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Gab and Limejuice exchange a mischievous glance. Without another word, they both stand up and start rummaging through their belts and pockets, pulling out various knives.

You watch, entirely unimpressed, as Gab and Limejuice square off, each holding a knife in their non-dominant hand. The other pirates clear the table from the deck to make room for the spectacle.

"If you nick each other I am not stitching you up," You call out in a dry tone. Hongo leaning against the door to the cabin, pipes up in agreement.

"I second that, you cut yourself you take care of it yourself. "

Gab and Limejuice exchange a series of challenging glances, their smirks widening as they each grab an apple from the fruit bowl. They hold the apples up, examining them with exaggerated seriousness, before plopping them onto their heads.

“Alright, Limejuice,” Gab declares, his voice full of bravado. “Let's see if you can hit the mark.”

Limejuice chuckles and steps back, positioning himself a few feet away from Gab. He adjusts his stance, squinting one eye as if he’s sizing up a target.

You watch them with a raised eyebrow, sipping your wine and feeling utterly unimpressed by their antics. The rich taste of the wine does little to lift your mood as you observe their reckless display.

“You know,” Benn comments from beside you, taking a long drag from his cigarette, “this could end very badly.”

“Or hilariously,” Shanks adds with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair.

You roll your eyes and take another sip of your wine. "Either way," you mutter under your breath.

Limejuice raises his knife, aiming it with exaggerated precision. He shifts his weight to his back foot, the knife poised in his non-dominant hand. The crew falls silent, watching intently.

With a flick of his wrist, Limejuice sends the knife sailing through the air. It spins end over end before embedding itself in the wooden deck a good foot away from Gab's feet. The crew erupts in laughter.

“Not even close!” Monster howls, slapping his knee.

Gab grins smugly, adjusting the apple on his head. “My turn.”

He steps back to switch places with Limejuice. Gab picks up a knife, testing its weight in his left hand before raising it to eye level. He takes a deep breath and then lets the knife fly.

This time, the knife lands much closer—just inches away from Limejuice’s foot. Limejuice looks down at the knife and then back up at Gab with mock surprise.

“Not bad for an old man,” he teases.

Gab shrugs nonchalantly. “Just warming up.”

You sip your wine again, feeling increasingly detached from their games. The banter and laughter that usually make you feel included now seem like distant echoes. As Gab lines up another throw, you can’t help but wonder if this is what your life will be—watching pirates play dangerous games while you sip wine and try to forget about your worries.

You stand by the washbasin, your hands submerged in soapy water, scrubbing at the remnants of dinner. The chatter and laughter from earlier still linger in the air, but it feels like a distant memory. The repetitive motion of cleaning the dishes provides a small sense of calm, a temporary distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind.

Lucky Roux approaches with his usual jovial smile, a rack of meat still clutched in one hand. He’s always eating, always grinning, a constant source of amusement among the crew. A bottomless pit. He leans against the counter next to you, taking a bite of his meat and chewing thoughtfully before speaking.

“You alright there, Aria?” he asks casually, but there’s a note of genuine concern in his voice. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”

You force a smile, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain on a plate. “I’m fine, Lucky. Just tired, I guess.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You know, I’ve been around long enough to recognize when someone’s got something on their mind.” He takes another bite, chewing slowly as if giving you time to respond. "You've been tired for a couple a months now."

You rinse off the plate and set it aside to dry. “Really, Lucky. I’m okay.”

Lucky Roux doesn’t press further immediately. Instead, he leans back against the counter and looks at the door to the galley.

“Life on a pirate ship isn’t easy,” he says after a moment. “Especially not for someone who wasn’t born into it.” His eyes flicker back to you. “But you’ve done pretty well for yourself.”

You nod slightly, focusing on cleaning another dish. The soap bubbles swirl around your fingers as you scrub at another plate with perhaps more force than necessary.

Lucky takes another bite and watches you for a moment longer before continuing. “Sometimes talking about what’s bothering you can help,” he suggests gently.

You sigh softly and rinse off the last dish in the basin before placing it on the drying rack. “Thanks for the concern, Lucky,” you say finally. “But really, I’m just more tired than usual. I’ve been busy.”

Lucky Roux doesn’t push further; instead, he gives you one of his warm smiles and pats your shoulder gently with his free hand. “Alright then,” he says cheerfully. “Just remember we’re here if you need anything.”

You nod again, offering him a small smile in return as he saunters away to join the others on deck. The weight on your shoulders still feels like you are Atlas trying to hold the universe up. You finish drying your hands and take one last look at the clean dishes before heading towards Shanks quarters for some much-needed rest.

You step into Shanks' quarters, the door closing softly behind you. The familiar scent of lavender soap greets you, mixed with the faint trace of Shanks’ cologne. The room is dimly lit by a small lantern on the desk, casting a warm glow across the space. You make your way to the wardrobe and pull out your nightgown, the soft fabric a comfort against your skin.

As you slip out of your clothes and into the nightgown, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the small mirror on the wall. Your hair has grown several inches past your shoulders, the lavender strands falling in loose waves. You pick up the brush from the bedside table and begin to work through the tangles, each stroke smoothing out the knots and tension of the day.

The repetitive motion is soothing, a ritual that allows your mind to wander. You gaze at your reflection, turning your head slightly to see how much length you’ve gained. A small frown creases your forehead as you consider cutting it again. Short hair was always easier to manage, especially on a ship where practicality often trumps vanity.

You pause mid-stroke, letting the brush rest in your lap. The idea of cutting your hair feels symbolic somehow—another way to shed the remnants of your old life. But then again, you've come to like the way it frames your face now, how it moves with you in the wind as you stand on deck.

Sighing softly, you continue brushing until every strand is smooth and free of tangles. You set the brush down and run your fingers through your hair one last time, feeling its softness against your skin. The decision can wait for another day.

With a final glance in the mirror, you blow out the lantern and make your way to bed. As you slide under the covers, you can’t help but think about Shanks' words from earlier. His concern for you is evident, but so is his reluctance to hold you back from exploring the world beyond his ship.

So you lie in bed, staring up at the wooden beams of the ceiling, your mind a whirlpool of thoughts that refuse to settle. The gentle rocking of the ship, usually so soothing, feels more like a reminder of the uncertainties that lay ahead. Every creak and groan of the vessel seems amplified in the silence of the night.

You shift onto your side, clutching the blanket closer to your chest. The fabric is soft and warm, but it does little to ease the restlessness inside you. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself into sleep, but every time you do, your thoughts race back to Shanks—his touch, his words, his unwavering gaze that always seems to see right through you.

The door to the cabin opens quietly, and you hear Shanks' footsteps as he enters. You don't need to roll over; you can feel his presence filling the room. He moves with a practiced grace despite his missing arm, and you can hear the soft rustle of fabric as he changes out of his clothes.

You hear Shanks approach the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He slides in beside you, his warmth immediately comforting. Without a word, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back is soothing, and you find yourself relaxing into him despite the whirlwind of thoughts still racing through your mind.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and the simple act makes your heart quicken. For a moment, everything feels alright—his arm around you, the warmth of his body against yours, the gentle sway of the ship beneath you. Yet tears still prickle your eyelashes as you struggle with your emotions and unknown future.

Date Published: 7/5/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[mimisempai]

In full light

Summary

Even though they've been together for some time now, Aziraphale still has his breath taken away when he realized he can look at and touch his demon in full light.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #44: Tentative kisses given in the dark.

On Ao3

Rating G -  668 words

"No bread for the ducks, you fools! No bread!"

Crowley's voice roused Aziraphale from his sleep, and he turned to face the demon, amused to find that he'd just been talking in his sleep.

The room was just lit by a ray of moonlight streaming through the shutters, and the angel could just make out the silhouette of his lover against the light.

But even without seeing much, he couldn't help but admire the demon once again.

Crowley lay on his stomach, his head resting on his arms. Aziraphale's eyes slid from his neck down the curve of his back, bare to the waist, the sheet having slipped away in the demon's restless sleep.

He'd spent so many years secretly admiring him, hiding his feelings, casting quick glances for fear of being caught. Admiration had turned to infatuation, then to that deep love that had become harder and harder to hide.

And now he was there.

Right in front of him.

He knew he could just reach out and touch him, caress him, kiss him.

He could look at him to his heart's content without hiding his feelings, even if the room suddenly had to light up.

He could look at him in full light.

He could touch him in full light.

He could love him in full light.

They might have acted on their feelings some time ago, but this realization still took the angel's breath away.

"I can't see your face, Angel, but I can feel you're thinking about something."

His gaze slid to Crowley's face, now turned to him, and the demon continued, "What are you thinking about?"

Aziraphale moved closer, resting his head on the pillow beside him, and replied softly, "You, of course. As always, I am thinking of you."

The demon wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's waist to pull him closer, and their faces were now so close that the angel could feel Crowley's breath on his face.

The demon insisted, "And what were you thinking, about me, Angel?"

Aziraphale fearlessly replied, "That I wanted to touch you, to kiss you, and that I could do it freely."

The demon chuckled softly and replied, "Don't hold back on my account, darling."

Aziraphale responded with a chuckle, then wrapped his arms around the demon's neck, fumbling a bit, then pressed his lips to the demon's. It was a little tentative because of the darkness, but it didn't take long for their lips to connect perfectly and begin their now-familiar dance. 

Then there was no more tentativeness, even though the moonlight was obscured by a passing cloud, plunging the room into total night.

A little later, as they caught their breath, Aziraphale was nestled against Crowley, his fingertips drawing random curves across his lover's bare chest.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and said softly, "Let there be light."

Immediately, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and Aziraphale looked up at Crowley's puzzled expression before gently adding, "I want to see you."

He turned completely onto his side, and with his head resting on his hand, he raised his other hand and began to stroke the demon's face as he continued, "I want to see you when I do this..." 

He brushed his fingertips against the demon's chin, then followed the curve of his neck under his ear before resting his hand on his shoulder.

The angel added with a tight throat and a trembling voice, "I want to see you in the light, touch you in the light, because it makes everything so much more real." 

The demon nodded without answering and Aziraphale saw in his eyes that he was completely understood. The angel knew that he wasn't the only one who had spent all these years holding himself back, preventing himself from acting on his feelings.

But today that was over.

So he leaned forward and brought his face close to the demon's, then captured Crowley's lips to give him an amazingly soft kiss.

In full light.

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