#but there’s something very charming about them wearing each other’s shirts. especially when they KNOW we have seen it on the other one first

[anotherdescentintomadness]

YiZhan Same Shirt To Dispel Your Existential Dread

[chrrymlks]

୨୧﹕ photoshoot .ᐟ oneshot

pairing ; nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; yearning , tension , professional environment a/n ; new white boy of the month! summary ; as a professional photographer, y/n deals with beautiful people all the time, models of all statuses and charm. however, photographing nicholas chavez was not as easy when you can get lost in his eyes.

HAVE YOU EVER looked into someone’s eyes and known what they were thinking? even at the slightest glance? well, y/n could tell as soon as nicholas chavez looked into her lens, the way his gaze softened, or his pupils dilating slightly as he looked her way. it was nothing like she’d seen before. yeah, there were models in the past that had tried to subtly show off in front of her, flexing their muscles and giving the camera a sort of ‘look of lust’ — which was always extremely obvious, anyways. but nick, well, he seemed in awe.

although he was the one all ‘prettied up’, laid on a bed in front of her, shirt unbuttoned, nicholas was the one admiring her. there was something he found so beautiful about her concentration for her passion: when her eyebrows furrow as she looks through the lens, or even when she praises — not only him, but herself — as they get a good shot.

well, he may think she’s concentrating. in reality, y/n is getting increasingly annoyed at her wandering mind. with every look at the camera, or when their gaze meets for a split second, it almost feels as though she’s melting. his dark brown eyes were like a universe in itself, it was easy to get lost in them, especially when he is looking at her so desperately. it seems as if he is almost yearning for her — ‘wow’ she thought ‘he must be a good actor’.

along with that look, the position nick is in does not help. he sits on the edge of the bed, manspread whilst he leans back on his elbows. although he looks so desperate, his body language gives him some sort of dominance, unintentionally giving y/n butterflies.

“you’re very beautiful” nicholas says unexpectedly, catching y/n off guard, but not in a way that would creep her out, it seemed genuine.

she lets out a slight giggle before responding, “thank you” she says, continuing to take pictures.

she got closer, in need of some close up shots, too, and nicholas cooperated. however, forgetting to look at the camera, he starts to examine her face, “no, really. you should be the one in front of the camera” he laughs.

“you’re kidding” she rolls her eyes playfully as she smiles at him.

nick smiles back before nodding towards her camera, “come on”

“absolutely not” she laughs, backing away with her camera, “i cannot trust you with this”

“come onnn” he repeats, dragging out the last word, playfully pleading.

the two look at each other for a few seconds. he gives her a knowing look before putting his hand out, waiting for her to give him the camera. y/n thinks for a bit before rolling her eyes once more and handing him the camera and sitting down on the bed, “this is so unprofessional”

“shh” he responds jokingly, “i’m in charge now”

y/n laughs before sitting herself down onto the bed, “tell me what to do then, photographer”

“first of all, jacket off” nicholas points, “second of all, pose how you want”

“yes, sir” she responds sarcastically, taking off her jacket and throwing it behind him, revealing the white sundress she has been wearing underneath. unsure of what pose to do, y/n kept sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed as she leaned back on her arms.

nick began taking photos in a very playful matter, screaming “yes!”, “wow!” enthusiastically with each shot. y/n laughs, causing him to take a few serious shots whilst she’s in the moment. nicholas stops for a second, looking through the photos he just took, with a look of awe on his face and a slight smile, before looking up at her once again.

he then sits down next to her, showing her one of the photos: she’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes shut as sun-rays from the windows hit the sheets behind her, “see, beautiful” he says.

y/n smiles before looking into his eyes once more, realising that they look even better this close, and slowly, without even realising, they close the gap between one another with a soft kiss.

[haartemis]

BIG EGO | Kylian Mbappé

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: people say you and kylian are the perfect match; both of you confident, unstoppable, and drawn to each other like magnets. when one evening you loyally defend him against snarky online critics, kylian shows his appreciation by proving once again that while his ego might be big, there’s something else of his that's even bigger...

warnings: smut!!! its all smut

a/n: this song feels like kylian so much lol, i figured i had to write something based on it. writing smut is still so hard *no pun intended* 🥲 feedback is welcome

you know kylian better than anyone else.

he’s kind, funny, smart, but above all, he’s confident. he doesn’t downplay his talent or pretend not to notice the greatness everyone else sees in him. instead, he’s matter of fact about it, and you find that quality of his charming, magnetic, and infuriatingly sexy. why?because you’re the same.

you know your worth. why move through the world being fake humble? you’re aware of who you are, what you’re capable of, and you don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. there’s no reward in dimming your light to make others feel comfortable. it’s not arrogance; it’s confidence. but for many men, especially those you were romantically involved with in the past, your confidence often intimidated them, and they ran away.

not kylian, though.

when you first met him, a meddling stranger had warned with fake concern that kylian was 'too full of himself' and therefore bad news. yet from the very first conversation it was like seeing yourself reflected in someone else. the same drive to succeed in your careers, the same unwavering self assurance. where others saw you as a threat, he saw you as an equal partner, and he didn’t shrink away from you. instead, he was drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. or more accurately, like fire meeting fire. together, you bring out the best in each other.

"what a beautiful couple!' people usually exclaim at weddings, birthday parties, or any social gathering. they admire the way you hold yourselves, the way your personalities mesh in such a perfect way. you understand why it works: you see the best in yourselves, and you see it in each other too. and sometimes you play up the cockiness people project onto you two, just cuz it's fun. especially in the bedroom, when its just you two and you can bask in each other's love.

but sometimes, that projection can get under your skin. tonight is one of those nights.

you’ve just gotten back home after an evening game at the bernabeu, a game the team won. it feels like he’s hitting his stride again, growing sharper and more confident in the white shirt he’s always dreamed of wearing. he scored a nice goal, yet the trolls online still seem determined to tear him down.

kylian has never really minded it. whether praise or criticism, he’s used to people talking about him. he knows football fans can be fickle and reactionary, so he usually doesn't put much weight onto whatever they say. in fact, he makes a point to stay offline most of the time, to disconnect from the craziness of twitter. but you? you're very online, and sometimes you can’t help but want to bite back on his behalf.

you’re scrolling through your twitter timeline, sitting on your bed waiting for kylian to come to bed so you can call it a night, when one tweet catches your eye: “the dictator is destroying the locker room”

you roll your eyes. you scroll down and find another: “he’s so arrogant, always calling himself one of the best players in the world”

the audacity.

before you can think twice, your fingers are already typing away. “he talks like this cuz he can back it up!” you hit send, satisfaction coursing through you at having shut up one more idiot spewing nonsense on the internet.

“what are you doing?” kylian’s voice pulls you back to reality.

you glance up, and your breath hitches. he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, having just emerged from the walk-in closet wearing his usual bedtime attire: absolutely nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. your gaze involuntarily slides over the sharp planes of his abs, to his bulging crotch where you can see a hint of a curve beneath the waistband, then finally to his powerful, sculpted thighs. you swallow hard at the sight.

“nothing” you say, a little too quickly.

his eyebrows lift, and he steps closer before sitting down on the bed beside you, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes scan the screen, and his smirk widens. “defending my honor online huh?”

you fold your arms, suddenly defensive. “they were saying ridiculous things and you’re too chill about it”

he shakes his head, chuckling softly. “ma chérie, people have been talking about me for years. i don’t care what they say. why do you?”

“because you deserve better” you say, your voice firm. “they act like it’s a crime that you're confident. it pisses me off”

his expression softens. he cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “i don’t need anyone to fight my battles” he says, his voice low. “but it’s cute that you want to”

you glare at him half heartedly. “i’m not cute. i’m right”

“you’re both” he says, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. “and just so you know, i love that you’re always in my corner. i think it's really hot”

he presses his lips to the soft curve of your neck, breathing you in before pressing slow kisses, lips dragging a trail of shivers in their wake. his fingers find the thin strap of your camisole, sliding it down your shoulder as his hands begin to roam from your shoulders to your waist, before tracing the curve of your hips and gliding over your thighs.

then his lips move to yours, his tongue slipping past your lips with ease. your hands move instinctively, one cradling the back of his head, while the other grazes the nape of his neck with your nails. you know exactly what that does to him, the way it sends a shiver rippling through his body. his sharp inhale against your mouth tells you you’ve hit your mark, and it only encourages you, pulling him closer as the kiss grows even more heated.

“that skirt you wore tonight…” he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your pajama shorts and gripping your upper thighs. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? showing off these legs. in the tunnel when you were waiting for me, all the guys there were staring at you”

you break the kiss. “jealous?”

“no" he says calmly. “there’s no one better than me"

you know he means it. and it turns you on.

he continues, “they can try, but they’ll never make your head turn, because no one compares to me”

your hand wanders to his bulge, and you hear his breath hitch as you rub him through his boxers.

“such a huge ego” you tease.

he just shrugs in response, a proud smirk playing on his face. the same smirk he has in press conferences when he’s outsmarted a slick journalist fishing for a soundbite to twist out of context.

you lick the palm of your hand and slide it inside his boxers, eagerly pulling him out. his hips involuntarily jerk at the contact, and you smirk. you swipe your fingers over the fat, swollen head, admiring the sight of what's in your hand. he’s so warm, so so hard, so smooth. and all yours to play with.

“y/n” his voice comes out rugged. “fuck that’s good”

you like watching all of his control dissolve. love replacing that smirk on his face with an agonized look.

“tell me what else is good” you murmur as you slowly stroke him, tightening your grip.

kylian groans, his head tipping back. 

“being inside you. that’s the best” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “but you already know that”

your smirk widens as you lean closer to him. “i do” you tease, your lips brushing against his ear. your tongue peeks out and sensually drags over his lobe before you bite it, eliciting a breathy sigh from him. “but I like hearing you say it”

you keep stroking him, and the faster you jerk his dick, the more he falls apart. soon he’s moaning, catching your wrist with one strong hand, begging you, “no more. don’t make me come before i get inside you”

you pout before slowing your movements, running your thumb over one thick vein running up the length of him. 

“y/n” he groans, his hips jerking once again. unable to resist, you press a chaste kiss to the place where the vein meets the head. your mouth is watering for him.

but just as you're about to get down on your knees so you can finally put him in your mouth, he suddenly moves, his hands slipping under your thighs to lift you effortlessly and laying you back against the bed. his body hovers over yours, and his gaze locks onto yours, intense and dark with arousal. 

“i was about to suck you off” you whine. 

he grins. "you'll get to, any time you want. its all yours. but i want to taste you tonight"

his mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing softly before his teeth scrape against your skin. you let out a contented sigh, his words making you very excited for what's to come.

his hands slide under your camisole, pushing it up and over your head in one fluid motion. the cool air meets your heated skin, and his eyes lazily glide over your naked form. he tweaks one nipple, and you shiver.

his hands go lower, and he gently lifts you up by the hip so can he slide your shorts and panties off you. 

“no one compares to you either, you know” he says, his voice thick with meaning as he shifts lower on the bed, his broad shoulders spreading your legs with ease. he pauses, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly confident wink. “not in this lifetime. or the next. or ever. we’re the same. that's why we're made for each other”

and with that, he dips his head, his mouth finding its rightful place.

you let out a quiet yelp as his tongue slides through your folds inquisitively, as if it hasn’t been there a hundred times before. it's warm and probing, and almost reverent, like you're a delicious meal he's trying to savor. his beard that you make fun of serves its purpose in times like these; it rasps against the tender spot where your thighs meet your ass, and the friction amplifies everything, every sensation sharper, hotter, better. you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

and then there’s his hand, his fingers working your clit in such fast, insistent circles that if he stops you might kill him. the intensity builds so quickly it’s almost unbearable, and you grip the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you. you’re lying on a bed, yes, but his tongue is making you so weak you’re sure you’ll fall apart if it wasn’t for one of his strong arms wrapped around your upper thigh  holding you in place. even then, you writhe and squirm, eyes shut in ecstasy, mouth repeating “yes, please”s and “oh my god”s and nothing else. 

when you finally come, the pleasure rolls through you in waves, leaving you boneless and trembling. still, he doesn’t stop. his tongue stokes you through the aftershock,  even as your muscles turn into liquid and your body feels like it’s floating.

he finally relents when you place your hand on his head and shake him slightly. he looks up, his lips and the tip of his pretty nose glistening from your wetness, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he’s got a smug look on his face. “see? who else could do this to you?”

you don’t answer him with words; instead, you let your body speak for you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down to you, drawing his mouth to yours. the kiss is slow and languid, your lips moving against his as you savor the taste of yourself on him. 

when your breath steadies and the aftermath of your orgasm fades into a warm feeling, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling back. the smirk that crosses his face tells you he already knows what’s coming next.

because it’s kylian, and he knows you as intimately as you know yourself. because it always feels like he can read your mind, like your desires are two halves of the same whole. without a word, he rolls onto his back, sprawling against the sheets compliantly, leaving himself open for you to ride him.

you waste no time, sliding over him and straddling his strong thigh, the muscles beneath you flexing beautifully. his hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself. your bodies align perfectly, and as you sink down onto him, he slides home with ease.

there’s no painful friction, but there’s still a small pleasurable ache, the stretch that always comes with him. no matter how many times you’ve done this, your body always needs a moment to adjust, to accommodate him. the slight burn is part of the experience, a reminder of just how much of him there is. he groans low in his throat as you take him fully, the sound vibrating through your chest. "you're so big" you moan.

“you okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but caring.

you nod, resting your palms on his chest as you steady yourself. “yeah” you whisper. "i can handle you"

his lips curve into a  grin, his hands tightening on your hips. “i know” he says, his tone shifting “we fit so good. i told you, we're made for each other”

his words send a shiver through you as you rise slowly and sinking back down on him again. the drag of his cock against your walls sends sparks shooting through your body, and you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan. kylian’s gaze never leaves you, his dark eyes filled with heat and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

“fuck, you’re perfect” he breathes, his fingers pressing into your skin as you find your rhythm.

you move with deliberate slowness at first,  your hips rolling as you grind against him. the sensation is exhilarating, the way he fills you, stretches you, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing worth watching in the world.

leaning down, you press your lips to his ear. “you like watching me take you like this, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice dripping with confidence. “because I’m so fucking hot”

he groans, his hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, until they find your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “you're so fucking hot” he agrees, his hips bucking slightly, pushing even deeper.

you pick up the pace, riding him with more intensity now, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. his hands guide your movements, helping you find just the right angle, and soon you’re both lost in the heat of it, in the raw, unending need for each other. from time to time you lean down to give him a better view of your breasts, the way you know he likes it.

when his hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, it’s almost too much. the added stimulation sends you over the edge, your head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“ky” you cry out, your hands clutching at his chest as you fall apart around him.

“baby” he groans. he repeats his upward thrusts, holding you in place so you can do nothing but take it. again, again, and again, until you tighten yourself around him so much he has no chance of holding it off. his own release chases after yours.

finally he stills, his body tensing as he lets go, a deep, guttural moan leaving his mouth. 

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. then he reaches up, cupping your face and pulling you down for a kiss. It’s slow and tender, a contrast to the fire that had just consumed you both.

when you finally pull away, his lips curve into a lazy smile. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you smirk, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "of course i do”

you know he knows you mean it.

his laugh is soft, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “god, i love you” he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i love you too, ky” you whisper.

slowly, you lift yourself off him, feeling the tender ache as you slide him out of you. you settle back onto the bed beside him, the sheets cool against your hot, sweaty skin. for a while, you both just lie there catching your breath.

“what was that tweet you saw about me earlier?” kylian asks a little later, after you’ve taken care of the mandatory post sex clean up routine and gotten back in bed.

“hmm?”

“earlier,” he repeats, turning his head to look at you. “i saw your reply, but I didn’t see the tweet you were replying to. what did it say?”

“oh that” you giggle. there’s still so much endorphins rushing in you that you can’t even find the anger you felt earlier when you saw the tweet. “it said you’re destroying the real madrid locker room”

kylian arranges his face into a mock scowl. “nonsense” he says, lips twitching. he pauses for dramatic effect, and you know what he’s about to say. “the only thing I destroy is this pussy”

you both burst out laughing. 

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[spaceshipellie]

Can you write a soccer!ellie x fem!reader where It’s fluff before Ellies game and then her team loses and she fucks you roughly after out of anger? <3

soccer!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: dom!ellie, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), strap usage (r receiving), fucks you in her soccer tshirt, slight dacryphilia, spit, slight spanking, reader wears a skirt, 18+ MDNI

author’s note: firstly i am SO SORRY this took me a million years to get to but i hope you still love it. sporty ellie whether it’s soccer, volleyball, hockey, whatever makes me soooo hot and bothered (not to mention all the sporty ellie fanart ??? makes me weak in the knees every time)

no one could deny that ellie was hot as fuck, especially when she was playing soccer. the way she moved so quickly and strategically. the way she’d stride along lifting her top up to wipe sweat from her face, exposing her abs. all the girls at her games fawned over her but you were the only one she ever gave a shit about. she loved looking up at you in the stands and seeing your pretty smile as you looked at her, giving her a little wave or even mouthing an “i love you.”

it was about ten minutes before the game was about to start and you were currently standing before her, cupping her face whilst her hands securely held your waist that adorned one of her soccer shirts.

“you’re going to be amazing, baby.”

“always am when i’ve got my little good luck charm cheering me on.”

you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before you felt a towel come flying at you both.

“williams, we’re on in five, keep it in your pants,” the coach said.

ellie rolled her eyes at them, throwing out a “yeah yeah, i’m coming” before giving you another quick kiss and squeeze on your waist.

“i’ll see you later, baby,” she smiled, licking her lips.

“good luck.” you stole another quick peck before scampering off, ellie eyeing you up as you left.

you watched intently throughout the game. it was very back and forth with who was in the lead and with only two minutes to go and ellie’s team a few points behind, you were getting nervous. you could see it in ellie’s face too and the way she paced with her jaw clenched.

soon enough, the buzzer went indicating the game was over and ellie’s team had lost. you could see her and her teammates all hugging and patting each other on the back and mumbling things to each other and you braced yourself for dealing with a pissed off ellie later.

you were now at home after ellie had showered and changed in the locker room and she had ranted about the game for the entire drive, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. you had mostly just been listening, sensing that she needed to get the frustration out of her system. well, ranting about it was one way but you could think of some other things that normally helped.

whilst she was slumped in a chair, arms folded across her chest and an aggravated pout on her face, you stood behind her and started gently massaging her shoulders.

“sorry about the game, baby. there will be others.”

“i know but doesn’t make it any less fucking annoying.”

“you were still amazing out there.” you continued rubbing her shoulders comfortingly.

“we should have fucking won,” she grumbled, bouncing her knee in irritation.

you leant down to kiss her temple gently and left more soft kisses down towards the curve of her neck before leaving one behind her ear and whispering.

“wanna use me to feel better about it?”

something in her must have snapped because she then shot up from her seat and grabbed your arms to pull you close, her own arms trapping you against her. a tiny smirk graced her features.

“oh yeah? that’s what you want?”

“that’s what i want,” you spoke quietly, your hand gripping her hair to pull her closer to you.

she hungrily kissed you, her hands exploring your entire body as she pushed you towards your shared bedroom. she ripped off her hoodie leaving her in her wife pleaser before pushing you down onto the bed. you whined a little as you bounced with the impact on the mattress. she looked down at you sitting on the edge of the bed, like you were her prey and she was starving. your skirt had bunched up a little, giving her a peak at the skimpy red underwear you had on. she shoved your legs apart and admired the wet fabric, chuckling to herself before using her other hand to grip both your cheeks between her fingers and kissed you, her hot open mouth on yours. she teased your clit through your underwear with light strokes.

“i think you kinda like the fact that we lost,” she taunted.

“no.” your voice didn’t sound very convincing.

“you sure? sure you don’t like it when i take my anger out on you like this?” her fingers pressed harder against your clit. you couldn’t find the words to say.

“speak up, baby.”

“i-i-fuck ellie, i like it.”

she smiled smugly to herself. “good girl.”

she started to peel your underwear off your legs, a string of cum breaking as she pulled it away from your aching cunt.

“you gonna let me do whatever i want with you?” her finger toyed with your hole.

“please, ellie,” you tried to nod, her grip still holding your face.

she shoved two fingers all the way in and her pace was immediately relentless. you cried out as she fucked into you, the tips of her fingers hitting that spot every time.

“so fucking wet for me, pretty girl, and i’ve only just started.”

you let out a squeaky moan as you already felt yourself wanting to close your legs but you resisted. her hand on your face slid down to pull the soccer top up, exposing your tits. she pushed the fabric towards your mouth indicating for you to hold it in place so she could squeeze your boobs, pinching your nipples occasionally.

“i think you can take another for me,” she said as she pushed a third finger inside.

your arms grew tired from holding yourself up but you pushed through it as she suddenly got down on her knees and spat directly on your cunt. you both watched as it dribbled down over your clit and got caught in the rapid movements of her fingers fucking in and out. your cries were muffled by the fabric in between your teeth.

she left bite marks and sloppy kisses all along your thighs. she moved her hand away from your tits and starting rubbing her fingers side to side on your clit. the added pleasure brought tears to your eyes and she looked up at you.

“can’t handle it, baby? come on, i know you can.”

your moans were unholy as you felt it building up in you lower stomach. your ears were practically ringing except for the wet sounds of your cunt and her words.

“ellie, i’m gonna–“ the top dropped from your mouth and a whimper cut you off as her fingers kept torturing you through your release. the familiar clear liquid splashed and dripped down her wrist and forearm.

“shit, baby, you fucking squirted.”

still in a daze, you looked down at where her fingers were still buried inside you but were now still and her arm and the mattress under your ass was wet. your fucked out pussy couldn’t stop clenching even when she pulled out and kissed you, grabbing your skirt and yanking it down, tossing it somewhere in the room. she quickly span you around so that you were lying flat on your stomach and gave your ass a quick slap. you could hear her undoing her jeans behind you and shuffling around with something. something you assumed to be her strap. the bed then dipped either side of you as she leant on her hands above you.

“lift up,” she instructed, shoving a pillow under your hips so that your ass was propped up better.

she kissed and grazed her teeth on the back of your shoulder and relished in seeing the massive “williams” stated across your back. you were hers and everyone at that game knew it. you lifted your ass up in desperation and felt the tip of the strap against it.

“you needy for my dick, baby?”

you moaned an mmhmm in response.

“once just wasn’t enough, huh? you need to be stuffed again?”

“ellie…please.”

she started rubbing the tip of the strap over your slippery folds. she seemed to take an agonisingly long time in teasing you like that before she eventually pushed it in, bottoming out making you gasp against the mattress. she used one arm to hold herself up and used the other to grip your waist, pushing and pinning it down into the bed as she started to fuck into you. her thrusts were hard and they slowly got faster and faster until you were practically blubbering at how good and overwhelming it felt. the praises and filth that left her mouth whilst she had her way with you were never ending.

“you’re taking my dick so well.”

“such a good girl letting me use you like this.”

“so good to me, baby.”

it was pushing you over the edge as she brutally slammed in and out of you. your moans became more strangled and loud despite your face being pressed into the bed. she gave your ass a few slaps before roughly gripping the flesh and spreading it so she had a better view of your stretched out pussy and the cum that was forming a ring around her strap. you were so sensitive it was almost too much but being completely pinned under her, you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to, which you didn’t of course. she wasn’t completely wrong before, of course you didn’t want her to lose but you also weren’t going to complain about what it had led to.

“oh fuckfuckfuck,” you pathetically cried.

“come for me, show me how good i’m making you feel.”

your whole body shook as you came and you felt empty when she eventually pulled out. you whined and wiggled your hips, gaining a low laugh from her. she dragged some of your cum that was dripping down to your clit and pushed it back inside of you with two of her fingers. she worked them in and out slowly whilst brushing your hair away so she could leave a kiss behind your ear.

“don’t worry, baby. i’m not done with you yet.”

[haikyu-mp4]

Media presence, part 2

word count; 797 – gn!reader

go read part 1 first for the best experience

You didn’t spend most of your time around the volleyball players themselves. Their managers communicated with you about their events and you used all the information you had to make sure everyone looked good and everything was well-prepared in terms of their image. It’s a busy job, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Some days you would spend all your hours in the office, either at home or at work, and some days you got to join the players to make sure everything went well. The day after your talk with Sakusa, there was a photo shoot for a sportswear advert and they wanted your problem children.

All four of them had their makeup done and were dressed up in their first outfits, which were beach-themed. They walked out of the changing rooms and stood in a line, adorned in various shirts with shorts of different lengths. You were picking at their clothes, rambling about how important it was that they tried to coordinate so all four could shine in every photo while they nodded along without even registering your words.

Meanwhile, you also made some observations. For example, you looked at Atsumu and hummed in appreciation. “They put you in the shortest shorts like I told them to, good.” You knew what the fans liked and gave the customer some pointers ahead of time. This visibly boosted his ego and you chuckled under your breath as you moved on. “Make sure you give the other guys some pointers, ninja Shoyo. I advised them to put you in the front for this theme.” Then you looked at Bokuto and tilted your head. “I thought I suggested a different hairstyle, but you look great, buddy.” All he heard was look great. Finally, you looked at Sakusa, and you would be dead before you admitted to taking in a breath from seeing him up close without a mask.

He blinked at you, hoping he looked bored even though his heart painfully begged to get a compliment from you. It took you a moment to collect yourself and he smiled just a little. You cleared your throat, looking him up and down. He was wearing a skin-tight top, making his muscles look especially good. “Yes, boss?” he said, making the others snicker like children.

“Please put some effort into this and don’t look sour. You know…” Sakusa looked annoyed again, perhaps because he didn’t get an obvious compliment so you rolled your eyes. “Don’t waste it.” you finished before walking straight off to go see the stylists about some comments you had, and both of you knew what you were talking about. Don’t waste your pretty face.

To some people’s surprise, Sakusa did very well! Not only did he look hot, but there was a charming smirk on his face as well that you only recognised from hearing it in his voice before. Sakusa knew you were watching and it was oddly motivating. Still, when Atsumu asked why he was being so cooperative, he crossed his arms and frowned, saying something about how much he wanted to get it over with.

You were looking at the photos sent to you from the client a couple of days later, smiling at how good all your guys looked. While you couldn’t send them the photos yet in fear that they didn’t understand what confidential meant, you sent them each a message saying they looked good and did a great job.

While throwing together all your stuff to go home for the day, you heard your phone buzz on the desk and picked it up only when you were ready to leave. You were humming something under your breath until you saw Sakusa’s message.

Sakusa: Is that from you or the bosses?

You smiled, cursing the way your ears felt warm.

From me:)

After that, you didn’t expect any answer from him, putting the phone in your pocket while travelling home. But as you were brushing your teeth, another message came in.

Sakusa: Bet you wrote that to all the guys.

You had to reread it 10 times, wondering if this was really Sakusa and in that case, what he meant by it. Nursing your lip between your teeth, you replied.

What if I did, does that bother you?

Sakusa: Don’t flatter yourself.

Sakusa blinked at the message he sent, cursing himself for sending something that sounded so… not nice. It did bother him, and the fact that it bothered him bothered him even more. He wished he was the only one you noticed despite this being your job. How embarrassing of him. He left his phone beside him on the bed, closing his eyes as he realised he probably wouldn’t be receiving any more messages for now.

So much for trying to flirt.

part 1 ║ part 2 ║ part 3 (final part) ║ headcanons ║ masterlist

/I feel like all his texts could be read in a flirty or teasing tone, but because they’re from Sakusa, it doesn’t work out. Also, I wrote a part 3 which will be the final part.

[gabessquishytum]

Devil Wears Prada Dreamling AU

Dream is the ice king editor of Homme magazine; Hob is the charming 'Just a Guy'TM real journalist who doesn't really care about fashion, but needs a job (he's a career change older new journalist.)

But we all know that when Hob starts putting in the effort, he looks all kinds of head turning good in the clothes from the closet; he's amazing getting Orpheus that rare sheet music he wants; he makes sure Dream eats on time; and he effortlessly works as Dream's right hand.

The break comes when Hob rushes to Dream to tell him that Cori and Burgess are scheming to oust him from the magazine and Dream is all you didn’t have to come to my defense/everyone wants to be us speech,,,, and Hob counters with no we're friends, you are my friend and I protect my friends; to which Dream is all you dare?! You are just using (me/)people and enjoying the perks of the job, don't mistake that for friendship.

Hob is the one who leaves (walks out of the limo & pitches his phone in the fountain), because Dream isn't ready for them yet. But, Hob promises (himself) he'll be back.

I'm such a sucker for Ice King Dream. Just the frostiest, rudest bastard you've ever met. And by god he is soooooo sexy.

When Hob turns up for his first day of work in beige trousers and a polo shirt, Dream nearly fires him on the spot just for the audacity. But, Hob is a really good writer and reporter and general assistant to Dream so he is allowed to stay. Begrudgingly. Only because he got Dream’s coffee order right the very first time.

Hob makes friends and allies in the office, like Lucienne (who is immune to Dream’s bullshit) and even Cori, who is Dream’s other assistant. At first Cori is a fun guy, jokingly scathing about Hob’s fashion choices, but as Hob starts to learn how to dress and obviously becomes Dream’s favourite, jealousy begins to bloom. Whenever Hob goes over to Dream’s house to drop stuff off, Dream always breaks into a tired, relieved smile because Hob just makes him feel good. And when Dream takes Hob to Paris instead of Cori, it's the final straw for Cori to snap and start working with Burgess. Hob is immediately sure that something fishy is up, and he puts in a huge effort to snoop on what Cori is up to... putting his own safety on the line in the process. Of course Dream is an ungrateful bastard and completely ices Hob out, basically saying that eventually Hob will betray him too, it's only a matter of time, they are most certainly not friends... Hob knows his own worth and he pretty much says okay, I quit. Dream is totally blindsided.

Hob has enough experience working for Dream and a great reference from Lucienne, so he's immediately snapped up for a new job at a national newspaper. Dream is still fuming, especially when he sees that Hob is still dressing like an absolute snack, using all the little things that Dream taught him to put together cute outfits.

Then at a big gala event, Dream’s brand new assistant Matthew kind of fumbles the whole thing (he didn't memorise the entire file of gala guests so he can't tell Dream who the people are and make the whole thing run smoothly). Hob steps out of nowhere with a wink and a smile, and starts whispering the information to Dream so that he can talk to each guest perfectly. Dream can't decide whether a kiss or a slap would be more appropriate... so he settles for holding Hob’s hand for the rest of the evening. Maybe, just maybe, they can make it work.

[hotdilfs11]

People We Met In Supermarkets pt 1- Damon x Reader

part 2 part 3

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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As the sun slowly caresses the curtains, a new day appears. I was under the soft, cozy covers, taking in the beautiful, luminating sunshine as it softly touched my icy, cold skin. I started to stretch my limbs gently, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I lifted myself up, slowly resting my arms on the cotton-white sheet. I looked over to my left to see someone on their back sleeping with no shirt on, and then I realized I was in Damon's bed. His back was toned and firm. He had porcelain-soft skin and raven-colored hair. The color of his hair was deep and intense. It looked very soft and rich the longer I looked at it. I started getting butterflies the longer I observed him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as the sun bounced gracefully off his face. The gentle rhythm of his breath fell up and down as the sound of his heart beating calmed me. Damon and I aren’t dating; however, he is very flirty with me, and he treats me differently compared to everyone else. When I talk about him to Bonnie or Stefan, they look at me like I’m the crazy one because of how he acts around them, but I never saw that side of him. Damon is nice, loving, tenderhearted, and just an amazing guy for me in general. He reminded me of someone I used to know, but way better. Anyway, the reason I’m waking up beside him is because the night before, he asked me to come in here to talk and hang out. However, we both fell asleep beside each other at the dead of night.

While I was admiring Damon's handsome, sexy, and stunning features, I started to notice a devious smirk start to form on the corner of his mouth. 

“Will you stop staring at me? It's a bit creepy,” he says in a flirtatious yet sleepy voice. My lips curled upward, creating a soft, looming smile across my face as I heard those words spill out of his mouth. My stomach started to turn, and a subtle ruby tint started to form on my cheeks because hearing his voice in the morning is like hearing a sweet, comforting lullaby.

“Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Salvatore?” I say it with a charming yet witty, harsh British accent.

As those words came out of my mouth, his eyes started to flutter open, revealing his arctic blue cat-like eyes glaring at me. "Mmmhh," he mumbled.

I gave him a quick smirk as I jolted out of bed, touching the unheated, bitter floor of the Salvatore house. I stood up in a swift motion and started stretching my arms as a loud grunt escaped from my mouth. I was wearing a jet black tank top and navy blue soft pajama pants. I got out of bed and started walking towards the door. However, I felt a strong pair of eyes scan my body, and as I was turning around, Damon was already behind me, towering over me with a serious face.

“Isn't it too early for vamp powers?” I crossed my arms while I made eye contact with him.

He squinted his eyes at me, looking me up and down. “Where are you going?”

I rolled my eyes and let out a strong exhale. “School Damon gotta live a normal life once in a while."

"You’re one hundred and something years old and immortal, you can take a break and help me with this ritual stuff."

I turned my back on Damon and opened the door to his room, walking right out of it. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t care about any of this?" I walked into my room and started to look through my dressers, trying to

find an outfit for today, however, I heard Damon's footsteps enter my room. He learned on the doorway and crossed his legs as well as his arms.

“But hear me out; you know nothing about this yet, and maybe you can be useful since..." He said it hesitantly.

I looked at him with an irritated look. “Since I’m a witch, you mean?” I crossed my arms and glared at him.

“I mean… Maybe just a little." Damon said. He was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t amused.

I peered away from him, “No Damon” I sternly said.

He held up his hands. "Fine, FINE, have it your way, little blue Jay, but I still have little Bennent.”  he teasingly stated.

I turned my head towards him and said, "Mmhh... Now let me get dressed and put on a shirt, please. No one wants to see that,” I said,turning away from him in a swift motion.

“I’m not sure about that,” he says in a cocky, playful tone.

“Leave Damon” 

Damon left, and I started getting ready for school. I’ve been through this numerous times, and it never gets old. I love living a normal life because, like all of us vampires, we were forced into this life because I know I was. When I was nineteen, I got jumped by a group of men, but one of them decided to brutally stab me. The vampires I was with at the time found me, brought me home, and gave me a life-changing decision. I either die on a table in front of my whole family or become a vampire and get cast away from my coven. I was scared of death and picked the only option. However, if I could go back on it, I would, but then again, there is something good about becoming a vampire, especially this kind of vampire. I’m a heretic, meaning I’m a vampire and a witch at the same time, meaning twice the manpower, but I still miss my family. There aren't that many Bennents anymore. The Bennents I know are Bonnie, Grams, and me. Ever since the mid-eighties, I haven't seen many Bennents, honestly. I’m just grateful for the rest of us.

Anyway, I walked downstairs and into the Salvatore living room, seeing Stefan reading and drinking coffee like an old, seventy-year-old man. I walked down the little steps and went behind the couch.

I say with a smile on my face, “Mornin’ Stefan!”

He looked behind him while I kissed him on the forehead as a greeting. I walked around the couch, plopping down on the firm cushion right next to him. He turned his head towards me in a swift motion as a soft, warm smirk started to stretch across his face.

"Hey, Jade,” he says quietly.

“Are you and Elena going to school today?” I curiously asked.

"Uh, no, today there's too much going on that we need to figure out; maybe you shouldn’t go either,” he said, concerned.

“Stefan I don’t know anything about whatever happened, and I don’t want to know."I demanded 

He started paying attention to his book again. "Yeah, I heard that whole speech upstairs."

I stood up quickly. "See, this is exactly why I don’t like nosey vampires.”

He closed his book and looked up at me. "Well, we would like your help and input on this, Jade. I know you don’t like to know about these things, but this is frustrating in a way."I heard footsteps approaching. “This is exactly what I said, but did she listen to me? No, she did not."

I sighed and thought about it for a second. "Fine, fine. Just tell me because I know you guys never fucking give up; however, only tell me what youre confused on.”

Damon smirked harshly. "Ok, Blue Jay. I’ll tell you what we are stuck on.”

I plopped back on the couch as Damon entered the living room. "Look, Elena stabbed this weird vampire in the heart with a stake, and he did die, but then he came back to life. This girl, Rose, said he’s one of the “originals,” he air-quoted.

I started to harshly frown at those words. I really hope it isn’t who I think it is.

"However, we don’t know if she's telling the truth or not."

I cut him off mid-sentence and anxiously said, "Yes, she’s right...I… I have to go.

The Salvatores frowned at me as I quickly ran out of the room.

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

"I was rehearsing a play in Belgrade, an adaptation of Chekhov’s “Three Sisters.” A charming young actor, Goran’s friend from the University, played Andrej, the brother. One day he came to the rehearsal with a badge on his shirt. I could not but notice: the badge had a portrait of this new, omnipresent politician named Milošević on it. Why did the actor have this man’s face on his lapel?? I looked at the face on the badge. Then I looked at the actor. “Why?” I asked him in consternation. He didn’t know what to say. He stared at me. “Please take it off. At least here, at the rehearsal,” I said. “I can’t rehearse with you while you’re wearing this.” I don’t remember if he did or didn’t take it off.

What I remember are the awkward glances of everybody around us. Suddenly, they all looked at the ground, embarrassed, as if they had been caught doing something naughty. Nobody said a word. It was obvious that nobody shared my indignation. Everybody else thought it was “normal” and acceptable, nothing to get too excited about. Why was I making such a fuss? It became clear to me: I didn’t really know these people. What I thought was a common feeling, an understanding that all of us shared – that this new emerging politician by the name of Milošević was a dangerous, divisive manipulator and demagogue (a populist, as they like to call it today) – was very far from being common or shared.

I looked at the other actors and all at once I felt alone. Some of them certainly didn’t share the excitement about the man whose fiery, hateful, nationalistic speeches made us cringe whenever we caught a glimpse of him on TV (which, as we were noticing with rising alarm, was all the time). But I realized that I was suddenly on the outside of any serious (or not so serious) political conversation. I clearly didn’t belong. Why, I asked myself. We were all actors, we were all citizens of the same country, we all spoke the same language. Slowly, I was realizing something that I didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t see: they were Serbs (whatever that meant to whoever); I was not. Could it be that simple?

Somebody said to the actor with the badge: “Take it off, you see that it bothers Mira.” I remember that sentence clearly. I asked: “Doesn’t it bother YOU?” They were all silent. It was a glimpse into what was coming: political views were quickly becoming irrelevant. Something else was becoming the absolute priority: one’s nationality. In this new world that was emerging nationality preceded everything else, including political views, especially political views. Those views were predetermined by, and were a direct expression of, your national belonging. And I didn’t even know what mine was, with four grandparents, each one of a different nationality. Not that I cared. Not that I would ever care.

It seemed crucial to try to preserve our bubble. We stopped buying papers and watching TV. You couldn’t escape Milošević’s face anywhere. When you turned the TV on, when you opened the daily paper, or when you just walked through Belgrade streets, there it was, all around you: the close up of his arrogant face, his Mussolini like posture, his incendiary speeches about the heavenly Serbian nation and the need to bring back its lost dignity. What was frightening was not so much he himself but the mesmerized masses at his public appearances. People would shed tears while holding posters with his smug face. Women would cry, men would scream, blood would boil. Mine was freezing. I had had a good teacher in Dr. Jadranka, who had taught us how to recognize signs of fascism."

- Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In the World

[blakeivy80]

You never know what futur holds

As a request from @threshergm 😉, here is a "short" fanfic romance between Pablo Schreiber and Cristina Rodlo. 💕

Can we call that a headcanon, I got no idea 🤔 (don't really get what that means so.. 😅)

As usual, romance, passion, no smutt...

I hope you'll enjoy

When you spend 9 months working together, you get to know each other better and sometimes... it creates bonds... 

First meeting of the new cast of season 2 with the “old ones” from season 1, and there is an immediate connection between them.

Cristina likes tall men, who know how to impose themselves, but who also know how to be humble and considerate with others. So Pablo, with his attractive physique, his beautiful green eyes, his smile to die for and his kindness as well as his very simple side, ticked all the boxes. 

Pablo didn't really have a physical type, but Cristina's smile and the charm she exuded immediately appealed to him. 

Outside of training sessions and filming, they spent a lot of time together, chating about everything and nothing, their lives... without daring to admit their attraction to each other. 

And how do you spend 9 months working with a partner you like? Well it’s not that simple ! Because attraction can sometimes play tricks on you. The more time passes, the more complicated playing together becomes.

Pablo, usually imperturbable, will appear a little nervous. Her looks, her smile, especially when she looks him straight in the eyes, disturb him so much that he sometimes forgets his text. 

He had never experienced this before, feeling so attracted to a colleague that his work was disrupted. Because trying to start a lovestory in the middle of shooting was too risky if something went wrong between them, he would be content for the moment with her presence, her charm, and her gentleness. 

Day after day, there are glances, smiles, which only add kind of a tension between them. 

On the last day of shooting, Pablo has a crazy idea and suggests to the members of the film set that they go diving in Lago Del Predil, and many agree to play the game, even Cristina. But with the water at 5 degrees and fairly cold outside temperatures, she doesn't stay long, and goes out to warm up in her large towel. 

Pablo joins her to find out how she is doing. Seeing her smiling but shaking, he approaches her and helps her warm up by rubbing her arms and back. 

She looks up at him, feeling this man who attracts her so much, who practically holds her in his arms for the first time, she becomes nervous, feeling a sweet warmth runing through her body.

He looks into her eyes, finally they're standing right there, both of them, face to face, barely a few centimeters apart... Their eyes speak for them, it’s as if they are shouting “I want you”, their lips craving for only one thing. 

But not there, not surrounded by all these people. Now that filming was over, they no longer needed to hold back those feelings. Pablo decides to take the first step and offers her dinner at the hotel restaurant where they had already eaten with Kiki, Kate and Natasha once. 

Cristina feels herself blushing, and accepts, teasing him with a little smile: “It was about time !.” They both laugh, then finish covering themselves to return together, silently, to the shooting base.

The evening comes, Cristina is a little nervous, she gets ready, wears light makeup, and chooses a long light dress, with a fitted bust and a wider skirt. It highlights her beautiful shapes by emphasizing her slim waist. 

Pablo, for his part, wears a dark blue suit, which highlights his eyes, with a light t-shirt. Simple but so dashy. 

He picks up Cristina, and can't help but smile when he sees how particularly gorgeous she looks tonight. 

They slip away discreetly to join the restaurant. The setting was romantic, what could be better for a first one-on-one date. 

Sitting at a table a little apart, they enjoy the evening, in peace, just the two of them. No need for big speeches, their smiles say it all, they know what these last few months have made them grow in… 

Their hands come together. Her hand seems so small in that of this giant, and yet he is delicate with her, gentle, tender. They tell themselves that for the moment, they will keep it to themselves. It probably won't be easy to hide from the media, but if they want to be quiet, they won't have a choice. 

Dinner ends, both decide to go and enjoy one last evening in this beautiful country, with the last rays of the setting sun on the landscape, hand in hand. And it is there, in those last rays of light, so calm and romantic, that Pablo turns to her, takes her face in one hand, and says to Cristina “You’re so amazing”, before kissing her. 

It’s a passionate kiss, which expresses several months of growing feelings, for both of them. His other hand on her waist, he pulls her against him. She places her hands on his chest and feels his heartbeat, so hard. 

Pulling away slightly, she runs a hand over the back of his neck and through his hair, looking into his gaze. A moment of silence, they hear in the distance the noise of people also leaving the hotel-restaurant. 

Holding hands, they decide to return to the hotel reception, Pablo asks the receptionist if there are any bedrooms left. Just one….the one on the terrace, “with a magnificent view of the lake” the man replies. 

They take the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel, as if this room was waiting for them, because this evening, they won’t be joining the crew trailers. Tonight would be just the two of them's night, far from everything else, at this moment nothing else matters. And embracing each other to kiss as if they didn't know what tomorrow might hold for them, the bedroom door closed gently behind them.

💖

[sometimesanalice]

Ooo for the ship game!

Up the Ante throuple 😏

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Ah! These were such fun ones to answer!

I wrote you a novel, haha 💁🏼‍♀️

more for you!

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

They fuck! Ok jokes (but also 💁🏼‍♀️ lol)

She’s the quickest of them all to apologize. She’s for as much as she loves to banter and can give it back as good as she gets, she hates arguing. So when she knows she’s messed up she’s trying to make it right as soon as possible. She’ll also plan like an apology dinner 1-1, where she plans a meal with all the recipients favorite things.

Bradley is the type to stew. He takes a minute and dwells and beats himself up for making a mess of things. But once he gets his head out of his ass, he’s buying a very pretty bouquet (read: very expensive) to apologize with. He’s always very sincere because he knows words matter.

Jake can be a bit too easy breezy sometimes, and can be a little careless with feelings at times. When he goes a bit too far, he comes by with his mom’s famous pecan pie (the crust is always burnt just a bit) and a bottle of whiskey just in case something stronger is needed until all is forgiven.

Between the boys, if one of them oversteps they’ll usually have it out up in the air. And then when they’re back on the tarmac they’ll do that handshake/hug thing that guys do and leave it there. They don’t need to talk it out, they will just move on.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Jake calls her Darlin’. Bradley calls her Baby.

She would argue their callsigns are basically built-in nicknames. But also she’ll call Jake Cowboy and Bradley Pretty Boy (to make him blush)

When the boys are in a good mood they’ll swap things like Texas or Golden Boy or Hot Shot

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Not typically. They all still have their own places. But there was that one time someone forgot to set an alarm and they were all late getting to base. And if the boys roll in wearing the same shirts from the night before, but not the exact one they left the bar wearing, well… 🤭

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

In order of most flirty to least: Reader, Hangman, Rooster

She’s a MENACE. She gets such a kick out of seeing just how fast she can make those men lose their cool. She loves to see just how far she can push those boundaries, especially when they’re in public. She’s all eyelashes and wandering hands.

Hangman loves getting to banter with Reader and seeing just how much he can push Rooster’s buttons. He is the type to enjoy riling them both up. But he leans in more with the charm with her, and always comes in hot with a challenge with Bradley. He’s always wielding those dimples for the best kind of trouble.

Rooster is just too earnest. Sure he’s smooth and confident, but he doesn’t need to flirt because of the three he’s the most straight forward about what he wants (and gets it💁🏼‍♀️) His face is so expressive, that his smug smolder can be felt across the room.

fanfic ship ask game

[beanghostprincess]

I love trans women usopp. She would be so pretty but still be the same goofy ass usopp as usual. She still lies (she likes to add flirtatious charm or empathy. Babe learned how to cry on command.) Still cowers, dramatic as fuck and bickers with her crew

Sanji would swoon and act a fool towards as he does to Robin and Nami. During fights he jumps in wanting to protect her. 'Don't worry usopp darling! I'll save you! My sweet!'. Before he could finish his affections she's already sprinted the fuck out of there with out hesitation.

She's more touchy with Robin and uses her a Zoro 2.0 and hides behind her and drags her into her shenanigans. Robin likes to use a disembodied hand to shove her or smack the back of the head if she does something stupid. (Platonically of course you know the straw hats. Their Love language is physical violence towards each other)

Her dynamic with Nami did not change. They still cower in fear together, run away together, fight together and yell at Luffy together. They've only gotten closer, they even started fighting with each other more.

Her relationship with Zoro didn't change that much either girly still be yelling at him and criticizing his sense of direction. They still fight with each other, call each other names. Zoro still sees usopp as his equal she's still usopp. Is she still a liar, she's still over dramatic, Still a coward but she never misses her target and that's all he cares about. If only she'd stop nagging him.

She still thinks Franky is cool and is amazed by his engineering. His poses tho are kind of lame to her now but in a cute way. She will laugh whenever he does it. Franky sees her as a little sister which isn't saying much because he used to see her as a little brother. Brook is the same, nothing changed but he does ask her about her panties and you wouldn't believe this but she did let him see them. once!! and only once she was very strict about that and he never asked again.

Her and Luffy are still best friends and still good off. They're still very touchy and grabby. (I love how he doesn't see women's bodies as inherently sexual he just sees them as bodies) He still will wrestle with her, wraps around her and fall asleep next to her or on top of her. He has landed on top of her many times and she has yelled at him many times that he can't do that anymore! her boobs aren't cushions they hurt!

The only real change was sanji (I ship them but for the sake of this post it's one sided) sanji is a gentleman chivalry is his policy and he will treat any lady with the utmost respect (At least that's what he tells himself) he makes her drinks, treats and puts a lot of effort into the dinners that she eats like the other girls. When she started transitioning and developing he started going nuts for her. Usopp ate that shit up not only was it gender euphoric to be treated like the other women but she can ask sanji to do or buy her anything and he'll do it. She fucking loves attention that hasn't changed

Sometimes he'll revert back to his old ways with her especially when they get into an argument. He doesn't care if she's a gorgeous woman with pretty hair, a luscious body and smells like lemon and rosemary! (He does care. He cares so much. It's pathetic) stop bitching and start fishing!... Please darling.

Her fashion sense tho. It's the same but better She has sun hats, cabbie hats, brimmed braise, regular berets, beanies, buckets, cloche, and so many headbands. Short overalls, baggy overalls, jumpsuits of various sizes. She doesn't like wearing shirts she never did, unlike the other women on the boat she doesn't like letting her girls loose. It's not practical or functional for her line of work. She wears a sports bra or something with great support. Her favorite top is a high neck sports bra with a zipper in the front. Her hair is usually in a protective hair style. French braids with Afro puffs in the back or regular ponytail. She likes to let it down sometimes but it gets in the way. She's not that girly but she still wants to turn heads

In short she didn't really change and her crew treats her the same and the changes that did happen benefited her

See??? You send me asks like this one and then I don't have anything else to say because everything here is just perfect!!!

Transfem Usopp has changed my life for the better and this whole text is so so beautiful because this is exactly how I imagine her dynamics with the crew!!

[maskspurpose]

anon asked: wataei 10, 18… i’m a simple man

hello simple man :wave: 

wataei: 18 - What does a date night out look like for them?

ive written them going to the opera together in the past because it just felt like the kind of move they would pull and bc i think events like that kinda fit both of their... date night sensibilities the best. wataru likes doing stuff thats a bit more extra and includes an aspect of performance (and LOVES to go to theatrical performances of any kind, obviously) and both of them appreciate the privacy that is offered going there. at a certain point the lights go down and obviously they have the kind of private seats that mean if you talk abt smth in hushed tones nobody will notice or care. 

im also with canon on them going to theme parks as a date or like, fairgrounds or something similar. i love the fact that eichi is apparently just kinda really into theme parks now its very charming to me as a trait. theme park nerds are fun im friends with one irl and theres something about going on the same haunted house ride for the tenth time in a row primarily because by now you find it funny. theme parks also tend to have shows even if theyre usually artistic and not theatrical but i think again this would be smth that would rlly lure in wataru. and idk abt other theme parks but at least one close to me has a waiting area that is at times staffed by people specifically to jumpscare people. 

so those are like the big activities i would assign them. i think they also kinda start doing like regular dinner dates (or semi-regular because both of them are very busy) when they can manage, just going to a string of fancy restaurants, most likely in some sort of private area to allow both of them quiet eating time. 

20 - What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

whatever they can get their hands on. i think they would delight in wearing each others performance clothes because nobody would ever know except for them making it feel both extremely subtle and like. vaguely dangerous feeling because it's SUCH a public venue to pull a stunt like this. ofc those clothes are tailored and stuff so i think there are probably ways to tell (i think yuzuru would be able to, as would a really really really dedicated fan) but yeah mostly its just for them 

similar with wearing each others practice clothes its mostly just an act of like "okay well this jacket smells like them and not me so ill wear it". hm. im sure eichi would like that. 

i also think eichi is more likely to initiate it and like they generally would keep it to stuff thats more subtle especially in like public-facing situations. watarus clothes have a tendency to be a lot more notable than eichis so its a bit of a dangerous game to play but i also think eichi would intentionally underdress JUST a little bit so he can get watarus coat out of it and yknow sometimes your hands slip in the changing room or at the hotel while travelling and you accidentally swap shirts at some point it happens. 

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[kaylawritesfics]

Could you do a dating Billy headcannons please

Dating Billy Hargrove

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date billy hargrove

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse

note: this got a little long !! hope you like it :)

You and Billy met on his first day at HHS. You shared first period English class, where you sat right next to each other.

Billy made it his life mission to piss you off, coming into class every day with a brand new compliment or vulgar pick-up line to throw your way. You, however, made it your mission to ignore him, no matter how attractive he may be or how nice his ass may look in those jeans he wears.

Over time, the two of you actually began to develop a sorta friendship? You bonded over things like music, movies, etc. You actually had a lot in common.

He would always say hi to you in the hallways, no matter who he was with or what he was doing.

He also began waiting for you at your locker every morning, offering to carry your things as the two of you walked to class together.

One morning, as the two of you walked to class, Billy, very casually and nonchalantly, asked you out. That afternoon, he took you to a small diner downtown, where you spent hours talking and getting to know each other more.

After that, he’s practically glued to your hip. Giving you rides home after school, holding your hand in the halls, inviting you to watch his basketball practices, etc.

You even meet his little sister, Max, who you quickly bond with, much to Billy’s disliking.

Billy loves to show you off !! Whether it’s at school, at a party, or just in town somewhere, he’s always glued to your side, proudly wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders.

He loves giving you his clothes !! Especially his shirts !! He doesn’t care if you wear them or not (although he really likes the idea of you wearing one of his shirts to school), it just makes him happy to know that you have something of his.

His love languages are most definitely physical touch and acts of service.

He loves to be touching you all the time, whether it’s just by holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you, or laying his head in your lap.

He also likes doing little things for you. If he knows that you’re busy, he’ll pick up your room while you work, muttering little snarky comments about how messy you are. He doesn’t mean it, though, he’s just too proud to admit that he actually really likes doing things for you.

He’ll also bring you breakfast some times, always commenting on how he’s “not your fucking mom.” You can’t help but laugh, though, when you see Billy Hargrove, with his leather jacket and mean demeanor, carrying pink tupperware that he definitely stole from his stepmom.

He’s a little mean but he never actually means what he says, he’s just too proud to let down his guard.

He loves to cuddle !! He was a little unsure about it at first but over time he really grew to love it. He likes to lay his head in your lap while you read or do homework.

He also really loves sneaking into your room late at night, falling asleep with his arms thrown across your stomach and his head buried into your chest.

Your parents love him !! He’s very charming and polite the entire time he’s talking to them. He’s invited to family dinners almost every week.

You’re not extremely popular, so the sudden attention you receive every time you walk into school with Billy Hargrove on your arm can be a little overwhelming. Billy knows this and he’s very protective of you, if he thinks someone is looking a little too hard or staring too long, he won’t hesitate to kick their ass.

He’s very protective in general, as well. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else thinking they can flirt with you. You’re his and he makes sure everyone knows it.

After a while, he opens up to you about his dad’s abuse. It takes a long time and a lot of trust, but he’s glad that he did.

After this, he stays at your house more often. Sometimes, your parents agree to let him stay and other times, he sneaks in through your window after all the lights are out.

He loves to take you for drives !! If there’s two things in this world that Billy Hargrove loves, it’s you and his Camaro.

He lets you pick the music sometimes but then absolutely roasts the shit out of your music taste. Sometimes, though, you’ll catch him singing along to a Cyndi Lauper song.

He loves the idea of taking you back to California and showing you where he grew up. He has so many good memories there and he wants to share them all with you.

He always asks you for homework answers !! He’s literally so annoying he will not stop until you let him copy your homework.

He really likes having his hair played with, especially when he’s tired or upset.

He’s can be a major asshole sometimes, but he loves you and really appreciates everything you do for him.

[reidsnose]

Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)

overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius

genre: fluff

a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)

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From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.

the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.

it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.

the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.

on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.

you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.

you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.

though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.

you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.

spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.

and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.

soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.

one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".

two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".

three meant "i have to tell you asap".

an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".

so on and so forth.

the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.

to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.

though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.

the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.

you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.

the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.

one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.

jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"

next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".

followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"

after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"

and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"

then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"

followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"

and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"

you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.

"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.

"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.

more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.

one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.

"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.

"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.

"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.

"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.

"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.

"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"

"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.

"duh." rossi joked.

[emyluwinter]

Gallant enough?~

I found a sooooooo old draft from July last year!!

But I still want to share this sweet moment with Malleus.

I can't edit it anymore, I'm very tired of working on it. But I want to be seen at last!!

I'm so sorry, my dear....

Yuu - a girl here, sorry.

----

After the events of the fairy gala. Where Yuu is wearing a shirt with a long hem and everyone comes out of the botanic gardens after their operation "steal a stone and sly guys in front of the fairies" is over.

----

After talking with Vil, everyone talks to each other about how fun and unusual it was.

Yuu notices a green leaf that is circling in front of her face like a butterfly and notices someone looking at her from the other side of the path under the tree. Turning around and following the butterfly, she meets the gaze of Malleus. He hid in the shade of the trees from prying eyes and gestures for her to come over.

He definitely hadn't been expecting the Prefect since this morning. Definitely not, he was just walking around his club's event.

*cough* Charming young man don't come so early you're breaking my heart* cough*

Yuu shyly nods and turns to Crewel and Vil politely warns that she needs to move away from the group.

- Excuse me, I'll be gone for 10 minutes.

After quickly reporting back, she immediately goes to the "prince". Kalim was the first to notice that Yuu picked up the ribbons on her belt and hurried somewhere to the trees

- Hm? Did something happen to Yuu? Oh!! Hello Malleus!! - Kalim immediately waved his hand cheerfully when he saw a familiar face. Malleus only nodded briefly and raised his hand in greeting.

Kalim just now say....What has the headman of the Diasomnia dorm forgotten here?

Everyone immediately turns around and looks at the Dragon, but he only looks at Yuu, who hurries to him despite the fact that she slightly limps, due to the fact that she is not used to walking in these shoes. In addition, the shoes still rubbed her feet and it was a little painful to walk.

Everyone immediately quieted down, burning out of a little curiosity.

- Hi Tsunotaro!!! Glad to see you! - Out of breath from a quick step and a little fatigue, Yuu smiled when she finally approached Malleus. He was fascinated by the way she took small steps compared to his big step.

Malleus looking with interest at her outfit

- Hello. Are you dressed like that for some special occasion?

Yuu didn't immediately realize what he meant and cocked his head questioningly to one side - huh? Ah! You're talking about this outfit... This is the work of Teacher Crewel. The outfit was necessary so that we could pick up the stone and return it to Director. without arousing the suspicion of the fairies.

Malleus delicately taking Yuu's hand and lifting it over her head - spin around on the spot I want to get a better look.

Yuu, smiling awkwardly, tries to hold on to his hand tighter to keep his balance.

- Okay~

Yuu is slowly marking time, holding the prince's hand and a little embarrassed, as if showing him the most expensive clothes that were picked up for her. In truth, this whole outfit is so expensive that Yuu was afraid to breathe in it once again.

Jamil is staring at them intently. He could not understand in any way that an ordinary person could have any common business with the leader of the Diasmonia.

- What are they talking about?

Leona crossed his arms irritably over his chest, he definitely didn't like the idea that Malleus was guarding them. He wouldn't have come to scoff if they hadn't worked out, would he? And what did he even want from the Prefect?

- Especially with this herbivore..

Kalim squinting and trying to see something - It seems to me they are having a very nice conversation!!I didn't know they were such good friends!

Ruggie pursed his ears as she saw Leona slowly boiling with anger

- They look like the king of darkness and the lost sheep from the outside..Considering that their outfits are the exact opposite.

Vil was thinking about something - and by the way, a good concept for paired outfits...

Yuu is looking at Malleus with interest - Speaking of clothes.... Is this your dorm uniform?

- Yes. What do you say?

Yuu lets go of his hand and bypasses Tsunotaro from all sides, he is amused by this reaction. She looks at every detail with great curiosity. Only he allows her to do this, because her interest is not constrained by fear or horror. Yuu even lifts his cloak to look at back, like a child who wants to find out what is hidden there.

- I couldn't get a close look. It looks amazing. So mysterious and mysterious... This shade of green suits you very well. It resembles young leaves on branches in spring.

Malleus smiling slyly. - Oya.. You know, I would still add something to your outfit.

Yuu looked at the prince in surprise - Hm? What?

Malleus takes a flower from Yuu ear and takes her hands again so that the flower grows even more and shines in her palms, Then there are several frames where it turns into a or a simple tiara. Let this "gift" disappear in less than five minutes, he wanted to add "his" detail. Like a fairy and a friend.~

Everyone else freezes in surprise when they see the light from the magic of Malleus. Leona quietly freaks out irritably shaking his tails - oh, look, the way he's showing off!

Ruggie grinning and looking with a taunt at Prince - Leona-san, are you jealous of him that he made her a jewel with the help of magic?

- Haaa??what else!! I have a lot of this stuff!!

Jamil, thinking about something of his own and frowning, - is trying to make something similar out of a flower... Amazing magic.

Vil considering the tiara - I would have chosen a much better design. She doesn't fit in here.

Malleus gently lifts her head and puts on a tiara - now you look like a fairy princess.it's much better this way.

Yuu is embarrassed and the tiara falls sharply on her nose. - oh... Sorry.. It seems too big for me. ahah.. I'm sorry, Tsuntaro, I can't accept something like that.

- Do you need something else?

- No, no! She's very beautiful... But I can't accept something so expensive without paying for something in return. Moreover, I am not of royal or majestic blood... oh! You should have seen how Leona showed himself today. Kalim and Jamil had a dance number. They tried so hard to make it work.

Yuu awkwardly shows hand movements trying to imitate the movements of the Scarabians. Malleus looks with interest at her attempts, he would prefer to look at her.

- And Leona-san showed himself in all his glory. For a couple of minutes, it was really possible to take him for a gallant and polite prince.

Malleus begins to frown almost imperceptibly, he is not particularly thrilled when Leona's achievements are discussed in front of him.

- And I thought that this cat is not capable of anything except sleeping in the bushes.

- Well, for the cause, he still showed that he can be gallant.

Yuu smiled awkwardly. She definitely didn't want to swear about something like that.

Leona is being held by Ruggie with all her might - Right now I'll show you I'm capable.....horned upstart!! Let Ruggie go!!

- Leona-san, don't start again!

Jamil shushed them softly - You two can't it any quieter, after all?

Ruggie noticing that Crewel does not even interfere in all this and stands too calmly - Are you listening to Teacher Crewel too?

Crewel looked at them sternly- how vulgar. Unlike you, I am waiting for the young lady to return from the conversation as she agreed. Like a well-trained puppy, she behaves politely.

Malleus leans forward and looks down somewhere. I noticed that Yuu was shuffling a little with her foot all the time and shifting from one foot to the other. You can see her ribbons on her shoe have slipped. - Hmm..

Yuu noticing his concentrated gaze on the ground and looking at the ground - Did you drop something?

Malleus smiled slyly, clearly having something in mind

- No.

Yuu awkwardly smiling and embarrassed - Oh, yes, Tsuntaro, I wanted to ask if you would mind...

Malleus pulls back his cloak and gets down on one knee.

Yuu looked down at him in embarrassment as he lowered himself.

- ......... eh?

All already freezing with surprise. Jamil trying to sort out the chaos in his head from thoughts and guesses - Did Draconia himself get down on one knee?!?in front of a human?!? What is going on there?!?

Kalim grabbing Jamil as if for a lifeline - What if he wants to propose to her?!?

Vil having made himself a theatrical binoculars from a pen, he probably saw this trick from his Rook

- I don't see a box for a ring.

Leona growling

- Where the hell did you get the binoculars from?!?

Malleus looking carefully at the prefect's feet - put your right foot forward

Yuu obediently does it, because she has no idea what he is up to and it greatly confuses her. - And ... um... Tsuntaro.. Is there something on my leg? What is it... you... dooooooooooooo....

Malleus gently and delicately takes Yuu by the leg, putting his palm under the knee and slightly lifts the fabric with his free hand.

- ?!?!? Tsunotaro?!?!?

Malleus amuses her reaction and calmly takes off her shoe after untying all the ribbons, calmly takes off her shoe and makes a plaster. Then he puts the leg on his knee so that she can lean on it and not get her feet dirty. In comparison with him, she looks very petite.

- You've rubbed your leg. You need to take a closer look at this...You people are so fragile.

- Ah. Uh... yes... Good..

Somebody give poor Prefect Onboro an oxygen tank and a fire extinguisher. The poor thing forgot to breathe.

Malleus sculpts a patch on the wound, slightly conjuring with healing magic and gently stroking the leg, as if it happened by accident, and then presses his cheek to his knee as if by accident to untangle the ribbons of the shoe.

Malleus let's be honest, you did all of the above as if doing research.

Crewel covered his mouth with his hand - an unscrupulous puppy!!

Vil is amazed- ..and played everything so elegantly..

Leona came up with how to "decorate" face Draconia in ten different ways - he fucked up...

Jamil choking on air - that's how to behave in front of everyone...

Kalim smiled - he made her a plaster!! What a kind fellow Malleus is!!

Yuu is boiling with embarrassment and almost squeaks, Malleus is only encouraged by this. To see how her cheeks are painted with a thick blush and her breath freezes every time he moves close to her. The best event that he will remember from today. He barely touches his knees with his lips and puts on a shoe, tying a ribbon beautifully.

- Gallant enough?~

Yuu is red and steaming with shame. Trying to find somewhere on the border of his consciousness his ability to speak and think.

- There are no words how... you... You did it on purpose, didn't you? Malleus is smiling contentedly as if he didn't do anything. - Hmm? Deliberately what?

Yuu is red with shame, covering her cheeks with her palms. - uuuuh..- Tsuntaro... And you wouldn't want well... - Yuu blushes even more - to eat ice cream with me on Friday night?

- ice cream?

- Yes.. Only I do not know how busy you are and I will understand if you refuse suddenly you do not like it or..

Malleus gestures with his index finger - you.. me... Are you inviting me?

Yuu shyly nods - yes.

- are you really inviting me?!

- yes.. But I haven't decided about the place, we can go to the monster lounge or sit in the garden of the Onboro..

Malleus looked at yuu with tenderness with his palm as if it was now the most important treasure for him. Bending down, he takes her hand and politely touches her fingers with his lips.

- I will be very happy to taste ice cream with you.

Yuu is embarrassed - good. Then at 7 pm I will be waiting for you in the garden of Onborough and then we will decide where we will go..Ah! you can show your favorite places and then I'll show mine next time.

Malleus had never been so happy in his life and had never felt so much tenderness and warmth for someone before. Let it be just a walk together, but he was invited for the first time without fear

- I will come with great joy, the child of man. You never cease to amaze me...

Using a little magic to hide them from prying eyes, Malleus lifted his cloak to cover them. And also used magic on the nearest tree behind them so that the branches touched the ground and closed out.

He leaned closer to Yuu and lifted her head. Gradually reducing the space between their mouths.

Jamil immediately closed Kalim's eyes and turned away.

- Hey Jamil, I can't see anything!

- There's nothing to see!!

***

Yuu with rosy cheeks and a trace of lipstick on his cheekbone, Malleus has already tried, comes back to the others. - I'm sorry for being so sudden and thank you for waiting.

Crewel looked at the time - 8 minutes..very punctual puppy. Come on, puppies.

Ruggie showing Yuu on the cheekbone giggling - it seems you are now in someone else's property?~

Yuu looks at Raggi in disbelief and Vil gives her his mirror. - all makeup is now erased.

Yuu begins to burn with shame and tries to erase the mark, but it doesn't work out - Eh?! What... it's.. Is it not erased?!

Vil taking Yuu by the chin and trying to touch up makeup. - I will never believe in my life that he knows what a long-lasting lipstick is!!!!

+

Malleus the next evening could not from time to time not touch his lips with his fingertips to remember that pleasant tingling and warmth of Yuu.

[lily-drake]

De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day.  Of course it happened when her family came to visit.  Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret.  Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*!�� She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest.  Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason!  Focus!  What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip.  She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out?  I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay!  Ride!  Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand.  He squared down and carefully released her hand.  He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten.  But can you blame him?  Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting.  Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people.  Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him.  Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life.  Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain.  As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?!  Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe.  There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance.  Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari.  He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them.  He had taken so many pictures of them.  We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were.  But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay!  There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie!  It’s a Ladybug fairy!  She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look.  Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy.  It was cute, he had never seen something like it before.  Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle.  Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah!  Are you insane?!  Look at her?!  How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it?  You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy!  It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair!  You al-always say that!  I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare.  Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature.  He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance.  He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe.  I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over.  He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making.  Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus!  He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket.  When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen!  It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants.  She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view.  And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo.  Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures.  He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops.  He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things.  They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion.  When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve.  Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid.  He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix.  He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right.  Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms.  Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit.  The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed.  With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap.  A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it.  She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl.  She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself.  Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left.  Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response.  Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later.  Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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