#friggin thighs

[roamingtigress]

These two are so freaking cute. Sleepy boi wanted to sleep but frickin' Cripps rambling on about how he was an acrobat. Hosea brought him somewhere quieter in the camp <3

[charrlote365]

Pumping Gym

Reference Idol: fromis_9 LEE CHAEYOUNG Word Count: 7.160

Tags: Romance, gym, Kpop idol, fromis_9, Lee Chaeyoung

I woke up with the cold touch of the gym floor against my cheek, the imaginary echo of repeated clanking steel dumbbells still ringing in my head. I saw my watch and It's 4 AM now like wtf. "Where is everyone?" "How did I end up lying on the empty gym's floor, naked??". Shit now I remember.

It was our anniversary, and Chaeyoung and I had rented out the entire gym for a private workout celebration. Like it's literally just both us. Nobody else there. I know it sounds weird to celebrate anniversary in a gym but she really loves workout and since its part of her daily routines, there's nothing out of ordinary for the medias to find out our relationship. It's friggin hard to keep our relationship from those dispatch rats. I walked into the gym, ready for our routine workout session. There she was, Chaeyoung, my dearest girlfriend, her body is so fit, her shoulder is wide and filled with muscle. She looks as if she could punch the punching bag into oblivion in one punch. Her usually bright eyes were stormy, and she seemed to be in her own world for the warming up, with her headphones on.

Confused by her cold shoulder on our special day, I tried to match her pace on the stair climber, but she sped up, so I gave up. I realized that she left her phone on the bench, so out of boredom I took it and secretly took a picture of her from behind and posted her sexy buttocks on her IG story. "Oh my gosh, she's gonna kill me for this". She kept on going with the climber. Her butts were moving up and down, my gawd if there's anything I wanted to do was to shove my face into that crack and sniff out her soul out of it. It must have felt great, I thought while losing myself looking at those bouncy heaven.

Not a minute later. Drenched in sweat, she stopped using the equipment and walked to me. She then suddenly grabbed my head with both hands like it was a watermelon on a flash sales and kissed my lips. She stopped for a while and we looked at each other, she's so cute with that begging face of her so I kissed her back, my tongue running over her lips, my hand traveling on her tight gym pants, they're so tight like its part of her skin. my lips brushed her sweaty neck finding a sweet spot "mmrh~" she started making weird sound and she suddenly whispered to my ear, "I'm sorry for being cold today but i'm so horny since this morning, it's so frustrating, so tonight, I'll squeeze you dry until I'm satisfied". "Now, just take them off~" she sighed as I bit her neck. I put my hand into her pants. "Don't rush into it" she whispered, she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. Her breasts aren't really big, maybe around C cup, but they're super bouncy and heavy, must be because of all of the workouts she's been doing. I slipped off my shirt, throwing it to the side. I leaned forward, kissing her breast through her bra, my hands worked it's way up, slowly pulling her bra up.

My lips teased her breast, biting as she moaned "mmmh~". My hands trailed down her hips, into the pants, going right to her underwear. But wait! there's nothing there. where is the underwear??? "Hmm someone not wearing panties today", I said to slightly teasing her. My hands ran over her thigh, then went back to her big buttocks, pushing on her soft cheeks. "omhh~" she moans. Carefully, I put off all of her clothes, her gym pants, her clothes, bra and everything else. Now naked, I sat down on a chair while she sat on my lap, putting her hands on my shoulder.I ran my hands rubbing and sucking her breasts, then my lips trailing her body. breast, stomach, neck, and feeling the softness of her thighs making me fell deeper into the extacy.

Her pussy is so wet now, the love juice pouring onto my thighs like honey. She stood up so I moved my fingers down. Inserting them into her hole, Two fingers. "Shibaal~" she moaned, as my fingers curled inside of her. She moved her hips down, pushing my fingers deeper into her pussy. my pace quickened as I inserted a third finger. Her walls were closing around them, Her hands pulled my hair causing my head to throb. I did not stop, I kept going, and faster and even faster, her pussy walls continued tightening as her body suddenly shook. She came as more of her pussy juice poured onto the floor like a waterfall. I removed my fingers and licked em to taste her juice. Kinda tasted sour but I liked the yoghurt taste anyways. Now it's time for the main event. We found a gym matress lying on the floor so I lie down on it, with my d1ck standing up hard rock like a flag pole on the moon erected by Neil Armstrong. I'm waiting for her to stab it into her pussy. She squatted down slowly onto my dick. My dick was curving inside her walls, I could feel her warmth, liquid and pussy walls engulfing my dick like it's sucking a lolipop. She moaned loudly and started moving quickly. My balls slapped against her pussy lips as I felt my toes began to curl, "oh my fucking gawd!" I whined loud as her hands were playing on my nipples, she pounded deeper into my body. But then, she suddenly stopped. "Wait, what's happening? don't stop please! I haven't come yet", I begged her. "She then made a grin on her face and took 2 friggin pieces of 10 kg dumbbells. She jammed her pussy back into my dick while carrying 2 10kg dumbbells in her hands. "Can't miss my gym session just because of you, babe". Fuck, since the dumbells were so heavy her pussy jammed even deeper into me like in extra 5 cm deeper. I could even feel her cervix gate bumping on the tip of my dick. I thought the two of us would become as one if she tried to go any deeper. My body tensed up and "Chaeyoung ahhh~ sarang hae!!" I moaned loudly as I came, I felt my vision got blurry as my body got loose. Chaeyoung, who hasn't come yet ignored my moans and kept continuing to jam my dick into her cervix. She was smiling and enjoying her time while lifting the 2 dumbbells, making steel clacking sound as she's bumping her pussy deeper and harder into me. It's so deep that now the tip of my dick was being strangled by her cervix neck. "ffuckkk Chaeyoung ahh~ my dick is still so sensitive, please stopp!!" I yelled. She still didn't listen, I kept begging her to stop as I started losing consciousness and finally, fainted. Although I fainted, for fcking sure, I think she was still using my fainted body as her private dildo until I released cement into her stomach for another 5 rounds by the look of how much of my sperm was on the matress when I woke up.

"Ping", my phone suddenly rang. There's a message from Chaeyoung. She sent a photo of her topless with a message "I'm sorry for the mess last night, It seemed that I enjoyed myself too much. ㅋㅋㅋ. I was going to wake you up after I finished but I realized that I was almost late for my solo flight to Bali today at 5 AM so I just left you there. Hopefully you didnt catch a cold. See you again after I come back to Korea, baby. - xoxo, Chaeyoung." Damn it, I felt like I was pranked. I wanted to have revenge on her for making me fainted last night. Yeah right, let's follow her to Bali and surprise her with a sudden rough sex. Muehehe. -End.

[greytongue]

that boy is a monster.

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cw: las plagas leon chasing you. he’s rlly infected. primal play possibly???? he drinks your blood. no penetration. non consensual touching, grabbing, biting AT FIRST. ambiguous gender reader

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you were sprinting for your life, exerting yourself so hard you felt you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs. the old run down cabins of the infected villagers flew by as the landscape slowly turned into dark forest.

you had gotten split up from leon during this whole baby eagle mission, this whole escapade was a fucking shit show. you kept asking yourself why the hell you agreed to be shipped off to spain to rescue the friggin presidents daughter. guess it was the prize money. it’ll be a miracle if you ever see that cash.

something was wrong with leon. very wrong. you’d found him eventually, but he looked… no persons spine is supposed to be cutting out of their skin like that. no person is supposed to have scorpion-like features. his teeth were too sharp.

you shook your head trying to rid the image of him out of your mind. god, it was terrible. and you knew he was coming for you. knew it by the footsteps close behind you, by the growls and the unnerving clicking sounds coming from his throat.

tears filled your vision. you were praying to god, the universe, whatever is up there, that you’d live.

they didn’t answer, if anything it’s almost as if they purposely planted that oversized tree root for you to trip on. you cursed as you tumbled to the ground, you felt your ankle twist painfully. you didn’t have much time to register the pain as the creature you’d been running from threw himself on you.

you screeched in terror as his huge hands (well claws now really) gripped your shoulder to flip you over and he shoved his horrible face into yours, hissing loudly as he barred his teeth. they all looked like sharp canines now.

“god, please, stop! it’s me!” you begged for him to let you go. you squirmed, kicked, scratched, anything. ‘leon’ growled viciously, sharp finger nails digging into your wrists as he pinned them to the ground, knees holding down your struggling thighs. you were done for, you thought. he was impossibly strong. you sobbed as you waited for him to kill you, eat you, anything.

you waited, eyes shut tight and teeth gritting, but nothing came. all you could feel was his heavy breaths fanning across your face.

you hesitantly peered up, to see what the fuck he was doing. his face was impossibly close to yours, his nose almost bumped yours. you glazed over the his furrowed brows, his bloodshot eyes, the veins that spread across his face. you took this in with disbelief, he looked so different.

“leon… please…” you whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. you regretted saying anything as he growled, shoving you harder into the dirt, big hands gripped your wrists tighter. you whimpered partly in fear and confusion as he leaned in towards your neck, inhaling deep. you shut your eyes tight and shivered when his long tongue licked a strip up your throat, starting at your collarbone and ending at your jaw. you cringed as he shivered in delight, letting an inhumane groan fall from his lips.

‘just lie still and take it, lie and take it, lie and take it-‘

“taste…” your thoughts were interrupted when he attempted to speak. his voice was raspy, dry. it’d probably been a while since he’d talked. you opened an eye, examining his face. he was having trouble finding the words. his demeanor was changing.

“taste… good…” shit. how? you were covered in dirt, sweat, blood, tears, you name it. some tastebuds he must have now. your train of thought was once again interrupted as he started… kissing your neck? a sharp exhale left your mouth, now falling agape at the sensation of him beginning to lick at you some more.

he was so rough a second earlier, this was… soft. this felt nice- no! no. don’t think that.

you groaned, partly at your inner conflict and the way his razor sharp fangs grazed over your pulse, careful to not cut too deep, but enough to start a steady stream of blood. he greedily sucked at your new wound, practically moaning as he drank. your breathing quickened at the sensation of him desperately getting his fill from you, head lolling back as you became light headed. he hummed in approval as this ended up giving him more access to shove his face in, his chest lowering to relax on yours.

one of his hands released your wrist, coming to slide down your body. the knee that was pinning down your thigh let up, and he hiked your leg to rest on his hip. instead of forcing you down, he moved your bodies to press into each other. you were too weak anyway to fight it. if anything this felt good, not just for him. especially when he ground his hips down like that onto yours, he was getting desperate for more than the pleasure that came from your blood, and honestly? you were too now.

he finally let go of your neck. sitting up, panting hard, blood dripping down his mouth and throat. only now did you realize how much blood he’d taken from you.

“come… with me…” his big arms enveloped you, lifting you with ease as your legs wrapped around his waist, arms draped over his shoulders. you whimpered, you were so dizzy you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you blacked out as soon as you shut your eyes.

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regaining your senses, you found leon situating himself on your hips. his big claws moving you legs how he wanted. you turned your head, taking in the room he put you both in. he probably broke into one of the village houses and put you both in what looked to be some sort of loft. he placed you both on a mattress shoved into the corner.

your face heated up as his dark eyes bore into yours, hovering tall and big over you. you liked his weight on you, you felt grounded. helped your dizziness. you ran your tongue over your dry lips, trying to put moisture back onto them.

he purred appreciatively at the sight of you. hair slightly messy, eyes glazed, face flushed, throat bruised. his thumb swiped over your lips, gathering the sheen of your saliva that laid there. he made eye contact, sucking his thumb clean before leaning down. your eyes went wide as his lips brushed against yours, his were surprisingly soft despite he was mid transition to a literal scorpion. you tried your best to kiss back, you were still fucking exhausted from the amount of blood he took from you. his tongue grazed over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you allowed him permission immediately.

as the kiss deepened, he shifted your legs to rest at his sides, your hips flush against each other. a hand remained on your waist, the other still cupping your face to keep you where he wanted. this continued to get more and more heated, his tongue was... different. longer, rougher, pointier? whatever it was, it felt amazing against yours.

his hips ground against yours instinctively. you groaned loudly, struggling to move your arm and grip his waist.

“holy shit..” you were breathing heavily as he continued to roll his hips. you bucked your hips up in response, feeling his shaft through his pants rub delightfully against your crotch. his eyes fluttered shut at the movement, a sharp, raspy growl leaving his lips.

he was getting overheated, with how high his body temperature must be now from trying to fight off this parasite. he hurriedly tugged his shirt to bunch up and expose his chest. you whined, drinking in the way his ab muscles rippled with each thrust. you wanted him, badly. you managed to gain enough strength to sit up and you dove in to worship his strong torso. leaving kisses all over with occasional nipping and sucking, you were determined to leave some marks on him. his head fell back in pure bliss, purring shamelessly. he shuddered while you licked a strip up his sternum. growling once more, he shoved you down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of you. he grabbed your jaw and forced your head to the side and sucked on your pulse, making you squirm. hips colliding once more together, you both grunted.

“leon…” you panted, his eyes darted to yours, pupils blown wide. “…need more.” the way he was reaching to pull your pants off was enough response.

he unzipped and shucked your pants off in a second, along with your underwear. he didn’t bother with your shirt, not enough time. you shivered as the cold air hit your exposed sex.

hastily, he unbuckled his belt, not bothering to slide it off. he unzipped his pants, only sliding them down slightly below his hips so his size wasn’t confined in them, taking out his sizable member.

holy. shit. his dick was swollen and red. you could literally see it throbbing. was he always that big when he wasn’t the host to whatever this sickness was? it wasn’t gonna fit.

he pressed the tip to your sensitive entrance, but you were quick to stop him. you placed a hand on his abdomen, “hey! no, please, it won’t go.”

he growled in frustration, to which you rolled your eyes. “here, just…” you grabbed his cock and made your sexes reconnect, both of you moaned at the feeling. you experimentally rutted your hips, and he quickly caught on doing the same, adding his hand next to yours. your head fell back, a whimper falling from your lips at the friction.

“fuuuck..” you huffed out, his hands held your squirming hips in place and continued to grind. a snarl bubbled from his throat as you writhed.

though it wasn’t actual penetration, the pleasure built up fast. leon was panting heavily, his eyes were fixated on fucking your sexes together, so focused on getting both of you to cum.

you couldn’t help the noises coming from you, with how his shaft rubbed perfectly against you. he shifted slightly, thrusting against you at just the right angle. you begged for him to keep going, he mumbled out curses under his breath. your toes were curling, and he didn’t dare let up, if anything his pace quickened. he kept you in place, a hand splayed out on your stomach.

“c’mon, baby.” he rumbled, thrusting feverishly. you gripped onto the sheets, nearly crying, trying to ground yourself. his thrusts shook your body forward. your orgasm came quick, he rode you through it as you quivered and shook. one of your hands came to your mouth, muffling the whimpers that fell out of you.

“so good… for me…” he praised, a sly grin falling onto his lips. it fell within seconds, his own pleasure finally coming to a head.

his orgasm hit hard moments later, wracking his body, spilling all over both of your groins. he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. he gripped your hips tight, slowing his pace. though you were blissed out of your fucking mind, you managed to praise him as well.

“mhm, that’s it.” your hand came to cup his cheek. he was still shaking, trying to recover from his orgasm. one of his hands let go of your hip to cradle the hand on his face, turning to kiss your palm.

after cooling down some, he rolled off you. you both lied there, catching your breath, enjoying the afterglow. he was purring so loud he sounded like a damn cat.

you turned your head to face him. your eyes glazed over his lidded eyes, forehead shining from sweat, mouth agape from drawing in as much breath as he could. you could see his fangs poking out.

you gently placed a hand on his cheek, his gaze focused on you now. he looked a lot less angry now, tuckered out more than anything. maybe he just needed to be fucked dumb after all.

you spoke first, “we need to find luis, before this gets any worse.” gesturing to his half human, half whatever the fuck was taking over him, body. he snarled and rolled his eyes, looking away from you.

you scoffed, “yeah, yeah. i’m not happy about it either.”

this was gonna be a long day.

[illusivedelights]

AIGHT LETS FECKIN’ GOOOOOOOOO LADS!!

Next door neighbor/ “Kevin” belongs to @ghouldtime who also HEAVILY inspired this König design as well. (Please go give them a follow/bother them about COD headcanons they’re SO GOOD YALL. And of course if you wanna know more about "Kevin" ;} )

Ok without much further ado, my own König HC/design talk time!

Physical Body HC:

Slightly big ears. He grew into them as he got older. But they're still prominent. He was teased as a kid for them.

He has a scar on his lip from a childhood injury. (I'm adopting this one, @ghouldtime.)

Honestly he has an awkward lanky frame underneath muscle and if you notice, he moves slightly awkward because he's a friggin' giraffe.

Awkward and long torso that makes shirt sizing HELL.

Prominent parts of his body you're gonna notice first: shoulders (they're broad), thighs, height (obviously).

He's probably gotta really strong core, thighs and legs from his operations as insertion specialist.

Keeps his hair short because it's easy to maintain. When he's working, it's definitely more buzzed to his head.

Clothing HC:

Its about comfort and familiarity.

He favors long sleeves because he doesn't want to draw so much attention to his scars. (He'll roll up his sleeves when he needs to, but he wants to maintain that level of coverage 80-90% of the time)

Doesn't like anything too tight. Doesn't want to draw attention to the bod and reminds him of the uniform.

He wears his clothes into the ground. He can sew them up but it's a little clumsy here and there. (Do you know how hard it is to find clothes that fit him?)

He'll go for neutral or earthy tones because it doesn't draw much attention. (AND IT SOMEHOW WORKS??)

Favors good sturdy socks that he can wear with his hiking shoes (He doesn't want them falling apart easily, he's so heavy footed?)

He's a bit sloppy at times even casually but in a way that if you squint you'll notice. (If he has more time and it's really important, he'll make sure but often times he's got THINGS TO DO)

I have no idea wtf this man would wear to sleep.

ANYWAYS. I hope there are some who will enjoy this design !

Thank you if you made it this far!

[fluloa]

omg, so may i askkkk

how about jake + jerking off hcs?? like just going into detail about how, the noises, etc etc lowkey i <3 u and think ur writing is boMB 🤭

also ik u're friggin clogged w asks so no pressure bby!!

EEEEEEE

• he’ll go at it every chance he gets, which isn’t a lot when you’re omoticayan.

• wrapping a hot hand around his cock, letting a cool sigh leave his lips as he gently starts to glide his hand up. maybe he’s thinking of the plump of a female na’vi’s chest, barely covered with thread and beads. maybe thinking about getting his hands on a good pussy, spreading wet folds apart and flatting his tongue on the hot slit. and wow, just the pure thought of pussy just gets him fully going, has pre-cum slipping from his cock and creaking into the dips of his fingers.

• he bites the palm of his free hand when he’s going at it. the poor boy just can’t help but slip out a few throaty, whiney hisses. he tries anything to silence them but it’s impossible.

• just imagine the way his abs/stomach tenses and twitches when he’s close. his palm sloppy with his saliva and bruised from the harsh bite of his edged teeth as huffy noises crack out from his mouth and muffle against it. bucking his hips up and shit because he’s that desperate for the release, just the few seconds of utter ecstasy that he craves for so much.

• the type to growl as well. his chest just rumbling with animalistic sounds as his hand is basically ripping his dick. CURLS HIS TOES TOO (unintentionally), feeling the dirt beneath his feet mend under the force.

• when he cums, he fucking cums, just ropes of cleary bluey liquid spirting out from his cock as he spits out a long moan. deep and quick breaths as he loosens from his high, his tired cock resting on his thigh as sweat dampens his forehead. <3

[prentissluvr]

CONGRATS ON 800 RAAAAAAH THATS MY FRIGGIN GORL!!!!!!!!!!! for ur gift from me to u please take the thought of our beloved boy Sam deciding that you groaning about aches and pains in your legs and back are too irritating and gives you a massage that turns into backshots okay I love u have a good day xoxo yonks anon

THANK YOU BESTIEEEE ARGHHH HEHE <333

omg thanks for a gift wowow you're too cute and sweet heh HAVE A LOVELY DAY <333

MDNI with this post please please please !!!!

hehe at first he's like aweee my poor baby is sore :(( i'll massage it for you :) but omg you're still complaining while he massages you, half moaning how it feels nice and thanking him for being sweet, then groaning about how annoying it is that you're so sore. so he finishes massaging your legs (and totally teases you and tries to get you worked up by being so so handsy with your thighs)

then you're shifting around to lay on your stomach and he flips you over, basically straddling your ass as he massages your back. he pays special attention to your lower back both because he knows that's where you're most sore, but also most sensitive. the feeling of his big, encompassing hands splayed over your lower back is intoxicating. his thumbs, then palms press into the upper flesh of your ass, and he sits back on your upper thighs and his hard cock presses into you <3

and finally, he shifts up onto his knees on either side of your legs, grabs your hips and pulls them up until you're settled onto your own knees. he pushes his hips into your ass and asks, "you want this, baby?" of course you want it, there's a reason you were moaning so unabashedly as he gave you a massage.

so he unzips his jeans, pulls his cock from his boxers, then pulls down your pants and underwear and sinks slowly into you because you're already soaking wet from his big hands pawing at you <3

[sanjisblackasswife]

I cannot tell 100% if ur ask box is open or not so if it is not feel free to ignore this please!!!

But if it is open! Could you write about luffy, shanks, and sanji reacting to their significant others stretchmarks on her upper thighs? I got like real bad ones RIGHT below my butt that go down a bit so now I don’t wear short skirts or short shorts :,)

Again feel free to ignore have a LOVELY day!!!

I always wanted stretch marks on my butt :(((( i have em on my inner thighs n chest. I FRIGGIN LOVE STRETCH MARKS. Especially on men😚😚 Dont be ashamed of them stripes babe theyre so beautiful:) anyways enjoy!

Them with a S/O That Has Stretch Marks (SFW-ISH)

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Shanks

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Reader is insecure, Shanks needs a leash, Sanji’s is suggestive, Mentions of Sex, uhhh yeah

Luffy

Physical “flaws” isn’t something he even notices on you. Small/saggy breasts? Okay? He still wanna squeeze. Cellulite? Who gives af he likes ‘em. Stretch marks though? He still dont care.

He doesn’t pay mind to stuff like that let alone question it. Luffy…Luffy just dont gaf man if he likes you he likes all of you.

If he peeps you being out right “i hate my stretch marks” or whatever he just wouldn’t understand why.

“They’re like smaller versions of the scars i have! I like em!”

Bless his heart he will always make you feel so loved about your stripes. He traces them alot when you let him lay on you and trace them with his finger as he talks to you about his goal and dream.

(Slightly NSFW) For some reason you speaking on your stretch mark insecurity was something he just couldn’t forget. He has forgotten many things you’ve told him; anniversary, birthday, hell even your name once but he never forgets to lick and kiss your marks and blemishes in appreciation before going down on you. His kisses are so slow and soft giving each of your “flaws” the right attention you damn near cried when he first did it because it felt so out of character for him.

Sanji

Bold of you to assume this man would love you any less because of that.

Sanji doesn’t care if you have stretchmarks, pigmentation, hairy, cellulite. Doesn’t matter he loves you so just believe it and move on

He noticed almost immediately what your insecurities were by the way you act when they’re mentioned and his assumptions were correct when you and him were about to take a shower together for the first time, but you wasn’t sure he’d like what he seen

“I just…have stretch marks all over and—“

He didn’t say much, he simply begins to slowly strip down your towel kissing your lips tenderly mumbling praises in between about your body.

“Your stretch marks were never an issue.”

If anything Sanji does in fact love your stretch marks. They were one of the first things he noticed (AND WAS INFATUATED WITH) when he seen them. He wanted nothing more than to trace his tongue on each one and leave a kiss. They’re normal to have what’s problem with them?

“Everything about you is nothing less than perfect you know.”

You felt a tinge of embarrassment feeling Sanji’s soft hands glide over your marked breast, butt, and thighs in the shower, but his neck kisses gave you a form of calmness you just couldn’t explain. Which he was grateful for when you told him that night as he massaged your body.

Shanks

He doesn’t give af about your insecurities and i say that in the most respectful way.

“Stretch marks? Thats a dumb thing to be upset over? Here. Look.”

He doesn’t give a shit because he also has them on his shoulders.

“See? They’re just things you get when your body grows, dummy. Now come here.”

Yeah he teases you a bit, but only about being ashamed of something you can’t necessarily help.

He makes you sit on his lap in front of the mirror and begins to grope you like the caveman he was

“You know how hot your tiger stripes look when i cum on your ass? Or these great tits—”

“SHANKS!?”

He laughs at your shyness,kissing your cheek to then move your face to look at you both in the mirror.

He doesn’t know where the animosity you have against them began but he doesn’t really care to know. The most he wants to do right now is make you forget about it.

“How about i spoil you tonight.” His fingers dancing on your clothed cunt under your skirt, making your back arch a little at how delicate his index and middle finger swirled in your clit,“I want to see every stretch mark you have.”

Shanks reminds you that night that he is with you because of you not because of your stretch marks.

[roryzlittles1ut]

SOME MORE SMUTTY CHRIS HEAD CANONS BC I NEED HIM. (He’s so friggin cute in his photo I love it).

Chris fucking loves thighs. He’d be kissing along your thighs as he gently rubs them. GOSH HES SO GENTLE-

This man does not have limits. He’d go at any speed..any. I feel like he doesn’t get tired, but then he does right after he cums.

Chris probably loves stuffing his face into your shoulder or neck, idk he seems like that type of boy to do that. He’s so silly and cute, so while he’s fucking you, he’d probably just kiss your shoulder.

He might use maybe like one or two toys on you, definitely a vibrator bc..he wants to see you squirm for him. He loves watching you squirm as he watches you cum pathetically for him.

“Aw..look at you. What? It’s kind of cute..but pretty funny. Sorry..sorry..I’ll continue.”

Secretly jerks off to you whenever you’re not around.

Maybe some quickies in public..yep..definitely.

I wouldn’t say he’s really dominant. He might just be a switch, but he’s not really submissive. He’s just in the middle.

Aftercare! Chris would just drown you in kisses, caressing your sweaty and sticky body as he tells you how precious and good you are. He just loves you SO FUCKING MUCH.

Fem! He loves eating you out while watching a movie with you. Especially if it’s a romance movie. He loves hearing the noises and your hand through your hair as he licks your clit.

“No no..watch the movie. Just watch the movie. Hm? It feels good..? I know.”

Chris probably begs to cum in you. Like if you don’t want him to cum in you, he’d just continue to beg up until he cums.

During sex, he’d probably just ramble on and on about how much he loves you, or how much he praises you. It’s never ending.

HE ADORES COCKWARMING. You two could just be cuddling and he’ll take out his cock and pull down your pants. He just at least wants to feel your insides.

“Mhm..so warm. I love you. Yes, I know we’re just supposed to snuggle. You know me better than that.”

Just some shower sex will make his day. He loves fucking you as the water comes down your body. Plus he loves just forcing you against the wall anyways.

He will fuck you in any position, literally any. Good luck (but his favorite is probably cowgirl or missionary).

He just constantly buys condoms and sex toys with his allowance. He gets really scared if his parents end up finding out, but he’s old enough.

Chris maybe likes putting your legs over his shoulders as he’s fucking you. He’d gently kiss your leg as he’s railing into you, he just loves feeling your skin.

[abitohoney]

Have I already sent you an ask about Sevika having a vibrate setting/function in her mech arm?

...

On the chance I haven't, here's an ask requesting your thoughts about Sevika having a vibrate setting/function in her mech arm lol.

Merry Crimmus!!!

No ma'am, I don't believe you have. So thank you for double checking as I have thoughts. 😈

My filthy thoughts below the cut... (NSFW, MDNI) Not sure I need to say this, but this is F!Reader

OFC her augmented arm has a friggin vibration function! What kind of sex goddess would she be without it?! (I mean, honestly, even if she didn't have one, she'd still be the BEST at leaving your mind blown, your thighs soaked and your mouth foaming.)

You think her strap game is brag worthy? Well, the shit she can do with that scary ass arm of hers will leave you fucked stupid for DAYS. No need to thank her either. Your dripping cunt and face of pure euphoria is thanks enough.

"C'mere, Sugar," Sevika calls to you, curling one of her dangerously sharp metal fingers in a come hither motion.

Obediently, you make your way to the booth Sevika currently occupies. Her booth. The same one she sits in every night off while she smokes, drinks and gambles the night away. She's just finished her last game of the night and is starting to count her earnings, of which you note are considerably higher than usual.

"Sit on Daddy's lap." She pats one of those deliciously thick thighs of hers while her lips curl into a smirk around her cigarillo. "Keep me warm while I count my winnings."

Smiling sweetly down at her, you set the drink you'd just fetched for her on the table beside her empty glass before taking a seat on her left thigh. Her prosthetic arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to her warm, solid body before resting her hand on top of your thigh. You recline back against her, the side of your head nestled in the space between her metal shoulder and her neck. Through her cloak, you can hear the muffled soft whirring of the fan housed near her shoulder. It's such a familiar sound, one you could only associate with her, and it's almost... soothing.

Removing her cigarillo, Sevika whispers a sweet, "Thanks for the drink," before pressing a kiss to your temple. Cigarillo held between her fingers, she takes a sip of her drink before taking a slow drag.

Watching the tendrils of smoke curl into the air, you sigh contentedly then turn your attention to Sevika counting the silver and gold coins piled on the table. You can't help but wonder what she spends all that coin on.

As if hearing your thoughts, Sevika brings her mouth closer to your ear to whisper, "Bought a nice upgrade for the arm a few days ago."

Assuming it's another weapon related feature, you reply with feigned interest, "Oh yeah? What is it?"

"Been itching to try it out," she replies, not really answering your question.

"Why haven't you yet?" You ask, knowing she's fishing for attention. Wants you to show how fascinated you are with her mech arm, or her in general really. Your eyes roam The Last Drop, searching for something to entertain yourself with while Sevika brags about whatever the hell she added. Unfortunately the bar is nearing closing time, and only a few patrons remain, mostly more of Silco's goons. Even the music is boring. Something soft, slow and quiet. Meant to drive the stragglers away.

"Waiting for the right opportunity," she replies, and it doesn't go unnoticed how her metal hand slips beneath the hem of your mini skirt to rest on the inside of your thigh. Not that those teasing touches are anything out of the ordinary from her, but you welcome that distraction right now.

Your mind starts to drift to... dirty thoughts as you just barely listen to her prattle on.

"Now seems like a good time," she husks, but the words don't fully register and you simply offer her a hum in response. "Think you can be quiet for Daddy?" She asks, and you feel her sleek metal fingers travel higher up your skirt until they rest against your clothed heat.

Fully tuning her out now, you're too busy watching those thick, callused fingers of hers move coins into neat stacks, imagining them buried deep inside your-

"Fuck!" You gasp, body lurching upright when you feel unexpected vibrations between your legs.

"You said you'd be quiet," Sevika hisses in your ear, her mech arm tightening around your waist and pulling you back against her.

"Sevika!" You whine softly. Her metal hand is currently pressed fully against your cunt and... and fucking vibrating! You squirm in her tight hold, trying desperately to get away before you start making inappropriate sounds, but she's not letting you go anywhere. Wide eyed, you frantically search the room to make sure nobody is watching the two of you. Even though it seems your little outburst has gone unnoticed, you still feel a rise in panic as those delightful vibrations threaten to break any control you have over your own damn mouth.

"Seems that was a good investment," she teases.

"S-Sevika," you stammer, "Not here!"

Sevika chuckles, sinfully low and cocky. "Nobody can see anything, Sugar. Now why don't you just lie still like a good girl and let's see how many times I can get you to cum while I finish up, hmm?"

"Y-Yes Daddy," you whimper.

Turns out she equipped her arm with numerous vibration settings. With each orgasm she draws from your trembling body, she finds a new setting that allows her to make that next one come quicker, harder. By the time she's finished counting her earnings, not only have you lost count of your own earnings, you're left so fucked out she has to carry your ass all the way back to her place.

But she doesn't stop at the vibrator function. This woman has a whole collection of attachments for her arm.

She'll use each one to play you like an instrument, have you hitting all the high notes (and even the low).

Making your way to Sevika's bed, you notice a large wooden box sitting on the nightstand. Having never noticed it during any of your previous stays, you peer down at it in curiosity. Running your fingers across the hinged lid, you realize something has been etched into the soft wood.

Pleasure Chest

Pleasure Chest?

"Sevika, what the hell is this?" You ask as you eye her suspiciously from over your shoulder.

She comes to stand beside you, lips curled into a smirk. "Can't you read, Sugar?"

"I can... but what the hell is 'Pleasure Chest' supposed to mean?"

When she simply arches a brow, it becomes apparent that you're just going to have to determine that yourself. One hand on either side of the lid, you slowly flip it open.

Oh for fucks sake.

"Seriously?" You ask as your eyes roam over a series of what are obviously attachments for her augmented arm. And not just any type of attachment. Nothing functional like blades. Nope. They are all designed for pleasure. Your pleasure, if the unmistakable cock shape is anything to go by. Hence that awful label she carved into the lid. And as if that wasn't absurd enough, she went so far as to have the case within velvet-lined and shadow-boxed to fit each unique piece.

Noticing a handle in the center, you lift it to reveal even more attachments in the bottom of the box. Setting the top tier back in place, you turn to Sevika, barely able to contain your laughter. "Is this what you've been spending all your gambling money on?"

"Go ahead and laugh, Sugar. Get it out of your system now, because tonight we're going to test each and every one of these, and you're going to thank Daddy for such a generous gift." She watches your expression closely, a wicked grin painting her face when your smile falters.

With a precise twist, push and pull off her metal hand, she disconnects it from what would be considered her wrist. A shimmer tube and several colored wires dangle between the sections, which she deftly disconnects before setting her metal hand on the nightstand. "Now be a good girl for Daddy. Strip and get your ass on that bed."

Your gaze flits from what is now a socket where her hand once was, to the attachment she's pulling from the chest. It's considerably more... soft and stretchy looking than some of the others. Like it's wrapped in loose skin. Realizing it has mating connectors for both the wire and the tube, your eyes blow wide.

Oh shit.

What the hell could she possibly need those for?

Your eyes shoot to her smug face, silently pleading for an explanation. When she doesn't supply one, simply just raises an expectant brow, you realize you haven't obeyed her orders.

"S-Sorry Daddy," you stammer quietly and immediately crawl onto the bed to start undressing, your eyes looking anywhere but at her while you hear her connect that... device to her arm.

Completely nude, you lie on your back, shifting and rubbing your thighs tightly together. You don't know if you should be terrified or excited for what she has in store. In all honesty, you're experiencing quite a bit of both when you feel the bed shift beneath you as she slowly crawls over you.

Her face hovers over yours for a moment. She just grins maliciously at your nervous expression, clearly enjoying watching you squirm with anticipation. And that's just as nerve-wracking as the possibilities running through your mind.

"Spread your legs," she demands, and you can feel her probing the apex of your thighs with the bulbous head of the attachment. You do, but almost immediately try to close them again when she suddenly, and unexpectedly, activates the shimmer in her arm. That was definitely not one of the possibilities you'd considered.

"Sevika," you cry out, startled and terrified at the prospect of her being hopped up on shimmer for any part of this. Her purple orbs glint with sadistic mirth as she forces your legs open with her thighs. Her human hand snatches both your wrists and pins them above your head, leaving you helpless beneath her.

And then, as that initial surge of fluid and electricity dies down, you hear what sounds like... a piston... or something pumping? Your eyes, still blown wide with surprise, slowly drop to the source of the sound. Between your legs is her augmented arm, glowing and pulsing with the power of shimmer. And that fucking attachment of hers is... thrusting.

"Now let's see if we can beat our previous record. How many times did you cum for me in the bar? 5? 6? Oh that's right, you don't remember, do you, Sugar? Fucked you too stupid, didn't I?" She sneers.

Judging by how many devices she has in that box- at least a dozen more- records were certainly going to be broken tonight. Right along with your vocal cords and your ability to walk for the next week. Not that you're complaining.

AN: I blame @master-sass-blast for giving me the Daddy kink. I didn't know I needed to call Sevika Daddy until I read her latest Sevika fic. (Go check it out if you haven't already. It's delicious!) Hope you're proud of yourself, Sass! 😆

[suzukiblu]

Could I get some core four please 🤲🏻🤭

“I know what I friggin’ look like, man,” he retorts in exasperation, because that’s pretty much the first thing he ever knew, and then Cassie slips a couple more fingers in between his thighs and his brain shorts out a little, and then she tugs his thighs open wider with her middle fingers and rubs the tips of her index fingers in over his crotch. He barely represses a startled urge to squirm away, but then she rubs in again, and he starts feeling–weird, kind of. Almost–he doesn’t know, fucking flustered or whatever. Or maybe more–just . . . weird, that’s all. 

It still doesn’t feel like rubbing off on her ass or Bart or Tim’s thigh or anything he’s used to. The pressure’s different; the strength behind it’s different. Being fucking nestled in Cassie’s fucking tits like this is fucking definitely different. Like–very much so, yeah.

[herejusttosufferalong]

Hello, SEX anon again.

Been a while. Gonna try this sober. God bless my soul.

Soooooo.... what's been happening? Not much, you say? Everything's going swimmingly? Not much to report. Like a big pizza pie? That's amore, you say? Hah cringe, death. OH GOOD! I had this weird feeling like things were getting messy? Like impending doom. Like walls crashing in on me. Suffocating me. DROWNING IN A SEA OF MY OWN GODDAMN TEARS. Killing me softly with his song. No, all good, yes? We good? We fine? Oh, for the love of Lukola, what a relief.

It would be incredibly embarrassing if I lost myself... became too dramatic, too obsessive, too unhinged. Getting messy, talking about 'it was all PR, god damn it'. Sobbing uncontrollably into my 'Polin 4eva' t-shirt. Can you imagine? NO, ffs. You ain't getting that from me. I'm stability personified. Try to shake me, make me shook... uhm, nah... not happening. I'm a goddamn beacon in the darkness. Hard af. And you are too, Suffer. I like you. You are a nice boulder. That sweet spot of self-aware delulu that fills me up, just right.

I dunno, anyone else got a sadistic smile plastered on their face, or that just me? I never knew part 3 (or is it 4? 5? fked if I know) could be so fkn good. It has everything. Sun, sea, self-annihilation. Everything. Some critiques though. Just one or two. Just... a few notes. Look, like everyone else I'm a sucker for the mirroring of themes, but I dunno, it's getting a little repetitive, no? Seen one orgy, seen them all, right? And the new cast? Uhm, like, I see that they're trying... I really can. But Shonda? Jess? Tom? You might want to have a word to casting. I dunno, like. What are they going for? Friend, foe, fkbudy? It's really hard to tell. It's giving... mummy paid for my acting classes and slept with the producer. Sorry that was unfair... mummy didn't pay for acting classes coz you self-taught, baby. You a star, look at you, friggin' twinkling. Big smile, baby... twirl... fkn death. On an unrelated note, anyone got some Tums? Nicotine? Heroin? Big goddamn sledge hammer with my name on it? No... ok. Shame.

But you know what, that main character, w/e his name is, fk he's good. Portraying emotionally disconnected, hanging by a thread, cognitive dissonance like a fkn pro. I'm impressed. Oh wait, that's Ol' Col', you say? Mr Fingerton? Really? Oh yeah, I shoulda known. Shoulders so broad them eclipse the sun. Thighs so thic them part the seas. How much you bench, bro? Answer: Me. You: What? Me: Yes. Fk, I remember him. But hasn't he played this sequence before? I thought we resolved these demons? No, oh, something about a siren song? Something about Pinocchio? Real bohy, invisible strings, suede clogs? Speaking of, where his Queen? She know he's on vay-cay teaching swim school on screen? She gonna be there too? Dressed for the occasion, tatas on show? Run sequence? Glistening, heaving... Sorry, uhm, where was I? Oh yeah... how come when I close my eyes all I see is his finger in her mouth? Oral fixation by proxy, isn't it? Mhmm. Nice.

Eh... you know what, I changed my mind. This part is all A-grade material. I can't tell where fiction starts and reality ends, and you know what, that's the place I like to inhabit. Coz you tell me tomorrow that Lady Tata and Ol' Col' been together 4 years, expecting their 5th child, maybe first grandchild? I'll drink it, I'll snort it, I'll bathe in it. And you know what, I just know you would too... slutty smirk.

The main character needs to come on home

💜🥃

[something-tofightfor]

Pedro Pascal in Gladiator 2 I’m gonna launch myself straight into the friggin sun. 

KNEES AND ANKLES AND THIGHS AND CALVES AND ARMS AND HIS NECK AND IT’S ALL GONNA BE ON FULL DISPLAY AND IM SURE HE’S GONNA YELL A LOT AND HIS HAIR WILL PROBABLY GET TO BE CURLY FOR AT LEAST A LITTLE WHILE AND AND AND AND AND 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[mandiemegatron]

Would it be alright to request some Shachi content? Maybe how Shachi acts falling in love with a shy reader?

bonus If you’re feeling spicy 🥵 maybe some things that get Shachi worked up that reader does?

:O

ᴏᴍɢ ᴍʏ ���ɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴀᴀʏʏ!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜱ 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰 ʙɪɢ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ , ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ !!! 😍😍🤭🤭🤭

『 💖 』 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 『 💖 』

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

💚 The second you join the Heart Pirates, Shachi and Penguin were the first to properly make the Polar Tang feel like home. Your incredibly shy nature made them a little overprotective of you, but you didn't mind, simply giggling off their antics with a wave of your hand in apology.

💚 For some reason, Shachi always had a habit of making you jump and screech, laughing like a psycho as he ran away from you, your hidden anger bursting through every time. You caught him one time, and he definitely regretted it that day, even going so far to keep distance for a few days. You were shocked at how much it hurt you, frowning at lunch and dinner times when he sat at another table on the other side of the room.

💚 You cornered him after dinner after the fourth day, huffing and pouting as you asked, "Why are you being such a friggin' butthead?!" He choked on his words with an anxious laugh, his face bright red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uh- I, ah-" He couldn't stand how fucking adorable you were, especially when you were upset. You always spoke so softly, your meek and shy nature not seeming to fit you even though you owned it with a large smile. "I'm sorry?" You just rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving a flustered Shachi to watch you leave with an embarrassed groan.

💚 You sat next to him at breakfast and you could have gone blind at how bright his smile was, his cheeks tinted pink as he exclaimed, "There's my little mouse! So glad you could join us!" Your own cheeks burned as you dug into your food, choosing to ignore him instead. You only froze when his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze before settling, your eyes wide as your dissociated for a good minute. His hand only moved when Penguin called him out, "Oi, stop breakin' the poor girls' brain!"

💚 Shachi always talked your ear off during overnight command watch, the two of you having to keep the Tang from ending up eaten by a Sea King. "You want a coffee or something?" You shook your head but asked instead, "Hot chocolate?" After that, Shachi would always have a cup ready for you the second you walked in, your fingers brushing as you took the cup from him with a small smile, cheeks pink. You swat his hand away as he tries to poke your cheeks, huffing with a puff as you both make yourselves comfortable in your own seats.

💚 The first time you experienced a Sea King, you were just about to end your shift, 5 am hitting as your bed called to you. You and Shachi rose and yawned, your peripherals taking him in as he removes his sunglasses to rub at his eyes. You can't help but think how handsome he is, heart racing as you rub at your own face before going to grab your mug. You suddenly scream as the Tang is suddenly hit, your body thrown into Shachi, who moves faster than you'd ever seen to catch you. His back hits the side of the sub, and his breath leaves him, his grip tightening around you as Law scrambles into the command center. He summons a Room and Shambles' the monster away, glancing down at both of you the moment it's safe. Giving you both a once over before pulling out his personal den den mushi, he began calling everyone he could on the ship for damage control as he walked away. You shook in Shachis grasp, his own shaky breath brushing over your ear as he groans out, "You good, mouse?" You give a shaky nod before burying your face into his jumper. You stay there for as long as you could, only moving when your replacements walked in.

You just got into your PJs when there was a knock on your door. You opened it with a slight frown only to gasp softly when you saw Shachi standing there, looking a little ragged and nervous. You opened the door fully and let him in, closing it behind him and joining him to sit on your bed.

You sat cross-legged, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder as you ask nervously, "W-What's going on, Shach? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a while, simply sitting on the edge of the bed close to you with twiddling thumbs, chewing his bottom lip with sharp teeth. When he does finally speak, his face is bright red.

"I... was scared you got hurt, Y/N. I just needed to come make sure you were good."

You give a soft laugh and he turns to you, grinning when he sees your cheeks are just as red.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Do you need a hug?"

He nods and pulls you to him, giving you no notice as you're pulled to his lap, your legs on either side of him. He removes his glasses and buries his face into your chest, ignoring your sounds of protest as he breathes you in. You groan in embarrassment before letting your hands rest on his head, fingers running through his hair under his hat.

He groans into your breasts and you suck in a sharp breath, eyes wide as his hands wander to your ass, fingers gripping as a hardness grows under you. You press your lips into a tight line as you bite back a moan, knowing your shorts were already soaked.

"Y/N, I can't hold back anymore, I need you."

You squeak in shock, your eyes still wide as you meet his half-lidded gaze, desire written across his face.

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, but I don't think you're catching the hint."

You're unable to hold back the filthy sound he pulls from you as he roughly presses you down against him, his hard cock grinding against your clothed core with need.

"Tell me I can have you."

Your breathing is uneven as you stare each other down, taking only a second to think before you answer breathlessly,

"God, yes."

[wreckingtickles]

Since I've been inactive for a while, and have made no progress on the multiple stories I've started, I'll just dump my 3 top spots for each MHA character from the Auction series, just to pretend I'm still of some use. I actually have charts for each of them, but since I'm still unsure about two characters spots and totals, I won't post them.

The rating goes 1-10, with 4 and below meaning "no reaction at all" and 10 being "strongest possible reaction for a normal person".

Bakugo: Bakugo's top spot is his ribs (10)... until he sweats, in which case, his feet go from a 9 to an 11, meaning he gets superhumanly ticklish! His pits are his third worst spot, scoring an 8 when "dry" and a 9.5 when sweaty. Oh, also, normally the best method to work his ribs is to dig in, but when he gets sweaty, scratching is just as bad. His total when "dry" is 68.5, making him the least ticklish of the bunch (he just has a few bad spots)... but also the most ticklish when he sweats, clocking in at a friggin' 84. This guy was made to be broken. Special spot: His palms are also kinda sensitive (5.5), or pretty sensitive when he sweats (7.5).

Inasa: Inasa's top 3 spots are tied at an 8.5: his chest, pits, and big toes. But honestly, I keep going back and forth on them, because, naturally, his thighs (8) also deserve an honorable mention. But squishy pecs command respect, and I like the idea of him having ticklish big toes, as in the How to Stop a Quirk series. As for his pits, well, he's a big guy, it's obvious. Overall, at a 74, he's one of the least ticklish of the bunch. Special spot: His back (6.5).

Kaminari: Now, I made a mistake with Kaminari's story, and I think I'll actually go back and change it: he's sensitive for sure, and definitely a major drama queen, but none of his spots should have been a 10 - he's just dramatic like that. It just feels like Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki all should have at least one spot that's more ticklish than his worst. Anyway, his abs and the back of his knees are tied for worst spot at a 9. We also have a tie for his third worst spots, the contenders being his sides, thighs, and his, uh... johnson. As for his total, the fact that he's so ticklish on the back of his knees (Special Spot) increases his total by +5, making him one of the most ticklish of the bunch at an 82.

Kirishima: Obviously, his death spot is his armpits (9.5), it's not even a contest. As much as he enjoys being tickled, it's just too much to take there. Second worst is his ribs (9), followed by his thighs (8.5). Like Inasa's, his back (Special Spot) is also sorta ticklish. His total is 78. Uh, kind of weird I've got so little to say about my 2nd favorite lee.

Midoriya: At an 83.5, this guy is just narrowly edged out by Bakugo at his worst. It wasn't even intentional, it's how the numbers worked out. Tumblr has convinced me he's most ticklish on his hips (10), followed by his pits and feet (9). Also, definitely the most feather-sensitive of the bunch (Bakugo is the least). Special Spot: This guy has no special spot because he's just ticklish everywhere, so he's got a +1 from his ears, neck, back of the knees, and back.

Ojiro: Overall, the least ticklish of the group, at a 71. His most ticklish spot is his butt (8.5), all the way to the base of his tail (but not just). Second worst spot is his abs (8). His V-line, pits, and chest are tied for third place (7.5).

Shindo: Deceptively sensitive, it's just that his Quirk has made him immune to certain forms of tickling. His nipples and bellybutton (Special Spot) are tied for first spot (9), and they are the exception to the rule because you need vibrations to make them sensitive. His V-line and johnson are tied for third place (8.5). His total, when vibrations are accounted for, is 74.5.

Todoroki: The numbers lie here, because Todoroki has 3 spots that are a 9+. His right side is generally more sensitive than the left, with a couple of exceptions. Averaged, his total is a mere 72.75, but his hot spots - pardon the pun - are truly hot: his left foot is a 10, his right side is a 9.5, and his left armpit is a 9. Any of these getting tickled will have him crying, as he's not used to the sensation at all.

[fic-heaven]

Turquoise smoke (Enzo Reyes x Reader)

Angst/ GORE/ one chaotic Reyes/ torture/ random military shit I don't understand/ loss/ heavy pinning

- Reyes never thought he'd end up facing the stress of thinking he lost the love of his life. It had to be a wakeup call, as he never truly confessed how he felt until your ghost appeared at the gates of the base with a promotion and your wittiness intact.

🐥I friggin love writing Reyes 💕

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You weren't even supposed to be on this mission, your presence was a last minute addition. Reyes didn't shy away from voicing up his discomfort and as always, his complains were shut down. After all, SpecGru needed as much help as it could get and for your superiors you were just one face amongst a big platoon. Said mission, involved the SpecGru forces to return valuable stolen Intel as well as the "elimination" of a newly founded terrorist organization. It's HQ was hidden underground on the frontiers of an abandoned village called Türkisfarbene Wiese (Turquoise meadow) therefore this mission was called the Turquoise operation.

Reyes knew you were a badass and could handle yourself perfectly well but this particular mission was nuts and he was adamant on keeping you away from the danger, but the only person equally as stubborn as him (surprisingly and to his dismay) was you. So for your big pair of ovaries YOU had to go and he had to keep quiet about it.

"Are you so afraid of my well-being, Enzo? Do you have a crush on me or something?"

He remembers the way you teased him with that stupid little smirk he wanted to rob you with a kiss. Of course he denied your claims and acted angry all the way there, but fuck he had no idea that would be the last time he'd see you. If only he had known... He would have confessed the feelings he had harboured for you ever since you two begun bantering for the first time.

Enzo scratches his beard aggressively (a nervous tick you always made fun of) sitting on an uncomfortable metallic chair on a far corner of an interrogation room as he replays how the mission went, the sounds of grunts and screams of the room he was in while unanswered questions were thrown became a background noise as his mind projected the symphony of war and carnage of the day he lost you. Reyes remembers the moment they had to call for evac, a rain of bullets falling upon you all as the enemy troops had managed to ambush your three teams at the same bloody time in the middle of the misty night. Most of your soldiers' lives were wasted as the mission had just begun, you didn't even have the chance to focus your attention on one single place when the enemy had surrounded your landing spot, many armed men came from every direction but luckily you managed to hide yourself behind a crusty, rotten fence as it was your only cover while you tried to stop the bleeding from a shot on your thigh. To Enzo's absolute terror the enemy had found you before he could approach and defend your position and snatched your wounded body away just as the friendly helicopter rushed to get the remaining operators out of the butchery of the warzone. His body shivered at the memory of how you screamed when they jabbed a blade into your lower back until one of the terrorists convinced the other to keep you as bait along with a few other soldiers. How your eyes, those eyes normally full of amusement and happiness morphed into panic looking at Reyes as he ascended into the air with the others restraining him from jumping out of the heli to get you.

No one ever saw Reyes without you. Who was Reyes without his (y/n)? Another dumb bastard with no reason to fight but money, the little care he held for humanity vanished compleatly when they left you behind on the enemy's claws.

Your team spent one week with no clue on where you were being kept at, until suddenly out of nowhere, the enemy mailed a couple of videos to your distraught Team Leader. Videos that seemed to have been taken out of a horror movie, videos of your torturers doing things to your body that drove your whole unit nuts. Reyes remembers watching them wide-eyed but emotionless, his autumn eyes never leaving you beautiful damaged and bloodied face from the screen even when the others had to look away or straight up leave the room because they refused to see their dear comrades being handled like that.

You were (Y/n) the unbreakable, the most agile and loyal soldier SpecGru has ever been blessed to have, the comedy relief, everyone's best friend, Reyes' everything. His bunny, his love. They seemed to know how much you meant for your team and your leader, so their tortures were much crueller with you and because of this everyone instantly came to the conclusion that you were dead, because there was simply no way a normal human being could survive for so fucking long the horrors they had put you through.

Laswell and a team she selected personally tracked your location the same day the terrorists sent those videos. Reyes was the first to volunteer to go after you, but Team Leader was sane enough to leave the Canadian out of the rescue mission knowing his impulsiveness could risk the lives of his other teammates and the other hostages, so Enzo waited and waited and finally the team had returned. Not with you, but with the head of the terrorist organization and the other operators they had captured and tortured.

The same man who tortured and played with your beautiful body, who made you scream and make noises that Reyes thought he'd never hear coming from your mouth, that monster was sitting in the same room as him.

Gus and Nova were in charge to keep a close eye on Reyes as well as torture the information out of the captured bastard. But after hours of painful interrogation, none of them got the answers they wanted. Gus, frustrated, let out a raged shout and shoved the auxiliary cart to the side making it rattle loudly as it crashed against the wall almost dropping the torture tools to the floor after his last fruitless attempt to make the villain speak sense. The only words coming from him were broken pleas for mercy, what a coward. Nova was in distress wanting nothing more than to go back to her quarters and cry, and Reyes? He had enough watching from the sidelines and decided to stand up and do something because these two weren't going anywhere with this guy. He probably didn't even know where his own men dropped your body, bastard.

The chair screeched against the floor as Reyes slowly stood up, Gus and Nova had no energy to send him back to his seat, they heard his footsteps approaching slowly but with confidence.

"You took her from me." He spoke emotionless with a blank expression inspecting the bloodied tools in their metallic container. 'These won't suffice' he thought, so he decided to take action with his own hands. Reyes walked to the killer's front, one hand launched forwards and gripped the neck of his shirt while the other rose with a shaky fist ready to hit the criminal square in the nose.

"YOU TOUCHED HER," one punch, "YOU TORTURED HER," another punch, "YOU MURDERED HER," another punch this time cracking bone and his own knuckles, "YOU HID HER FUCKING BODY!" One last punch, before he spared the bastard a few seconds to spit out some broken teeth. "AND YOU EXPECT MERCY WHEN YOU SHOWED NONE!" Enzo gritted his teeth in enraged.

Nova and Gus held him back just when he was about to launch to take a tool from the auxiliary cart to stab the bloodied man to death. Reyes violently squirmed on their hold struggling to push away the other operators, animalistic snarls and yells echoed through the small room. Gus made a quick move to disarm the heartbroken soldier "YOU TOOK HER FROM ME-!" Nova pleaded Enzo to stop with broken sobs, but Reyes couldn't listen as he poured his aching heart, his eyes quickly filled with angry tears he refused to shed "YOU ROBBED ME...!! YOU-!"

"STOP!" Nova slapped him so hard his whole body shagged to the side, Gus huffed in effort trying to pull him up, then proceeded to sit the heaving brunette on the chair he previously sat on, bloodied knuckles shaking on his lap, his dark chocolate hair hiding his expression from the pitied stares from his comrades. The two of them shared a heavy look, Gus nods and Nova sighs trying to hide her pain putting a neutral expression.

"Where is she. It's a simple question."

The man stayed silent except from some wet pants and gargles trying to spit the flowing blood from his broken mouth and nose to the floor. Nova continued.

"Let's make this easy, i don't want to hurt you."

"But I will." Reyes clears.

"Mae, stop." Gus tried to warn Enzo, but this only seemed to infuriate him further.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE! We've got the bastard where we wanted and now you blink!?" Enzo yells, his voice lazed with heartbreak showing more emotion than he had shown this whole week without you. There was a pregnant pause amongst the three operators, the anger and resentment was palpable. The loss struck them too hard, but they had to remain professional or else this whole interrogation would be for nothing.

"We've got orders and we will stick to them, luv..." Nova said calmly but Reyes had other plans. The images he had seen on the monitor haunted him until today, he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat more than a few sad portions of fruit Gus forced him to have, if he wasn't complaining about what happened or keeping tabs on the investigation he kept quiet. Reyes had become too hot to hold, the bubble of suppressed emotions did nothing but grow and grow the longer they spent searching for a trace of your body and now it had to explode or else he'd lose his god-damned mind more than he already has.

The culprit just sits here in total silence. Seeing his pathetic non-cooperative self pushed Reyes to ready himself to have the tumor that infected his life extirpated just like he had done to you.

Enzo stands up again, slower this time to feign a much calmer state as not to alert his teammates. He huffs, licks his lower lip and nods.

"Yeah?... Yeah, well fuck that."

Gus felt a firm tug on his belt, a shuffle from the man in front of him and in a blink the hostage's brains were scattered all over the stone floor reaching the wall and a small portion of the ceiling behind him. Reyes had snatched Gus' shotgun out of his holder and ended the captive's life like one would kill a bug with a sandal. The gore was so impacting that Nova, wide-eyed and frightened, turned away quickly facing the opposite wall where the exit was with both hands covering her ears, the ringing of the shot rattled her head like a thousand nails. Gus stared in shock, watching every detail of the open skull that a second ago was a head, his heartbeats were so strong he could hear nothing but them, his knees slightly shaking with adrenaline. Meanwhile Reyes spat on the body, the splutter of saliva mixed with the scrambled brain matter on the cracked shell of the criminal's cranium. The only clue that incriminated Enzo of what he had done was a droplet of blood that landed on his sleeve. He'll have to wash that later with much satisfaction that he had avenged you after all.

"This look suits the son of a bitch better don't ya think?" Reyes smirks at his frozen and silent companions to later look down at the corpse with a sneer "This is for my (Y/n), you little bitch." He spat once more, throwing a stomp that landed right onto what resembled an eyeball.

Enzo handed Gus the shotgun but the Rican was still in shock refusing to look at his brother in arms while clenching his fists to his sides trying to cease their tremble, so Reyes simply dropped the weapon to the floor beside his petrified friend, the sound of the clattering firearm made Gus flinch before Reyes stormed out opening the metal door with a hard shove, several people were already rushing in to see what the fuck just happend alerted by the shot. Nova yelled Enzo's name from inside the torture room, the initial scare had frozen her on the spot not letting a single step be planted, her voice echoed through the hall calling for him as Enzo, suddenly feeling lighter, left the place and his shocked mates further behind with each rushed step he took.

"(Y/n), I did it. I finally did it." He whispered down to your dog tags that hanged from his neck "What now...?"

What now? You weren't coming back to him. Did he feel any better for killing your killer? He felt lighter before until it turned into nothing. Reyes now could only feel bitterness because the pain didn't lessen, because you weren't there to congratulate or annoy him with one of your witty lines to cheer him up. His breathing got heavier, he need you to breath for him again because he couldn't breath for you as you were no longer here, he'd give you his lungs, all of his organs and his very soul so you could still be roaming in the land of the living. Nova once told him it was easier to fight for a person rather than a flag. Now that he knows what it is to lose said person, he regrets wanting to have you in the first place. How cruel could you be that even if he never told you that he loved you you managed to cut him so deep by leaving him behind when he was still trying to plan a way to confess? You left without hearing what he wanted to say. You cruel, unfair bitch.

His lower lip wobbles, his hand fisted your dog tags so hard his bloodied knuckles stung, but he cuts it soon with a sigh. Reyes rolled his shoulders lighting up a cig heading to the exit when suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the brick wall dropping the cig with the harsh impact on his back. Team Leader.

"TL! And then I thought you'd miss all the fun. Weren't you in a meeting?"

"What the HELL happened in there, Reyes!?"

"I solved all our problems, that's what happened." Reyes said with not a single ounce of regret.

This was the last straw. TL punched Reyes on his stomach making the operator fold forwards with a loud cough as he fought not to vomit his breakfast. Team Leader looked down at him with disappointed but very notable pain and desperation. He finally caught the bastard, SpecGru finally had the chance to track your body so they could accomplish the mission that remained paused, but Enzo had to mess everything up like always. He was an uncontrolled animal that only stayed alive because god had condemned a crueler fate for him, to live in grief. Reyes was a soldier so driven by his negative emotions he'd end up dragging all of you to hell with him, and that is something TL feared as he knew that the only person who could tame the beast within him was you. And you were laying dead somewhere.

"Tell me how we are going to find her now. TELL ME!" Screamed the older man, his booming voice never affecting the already broken operator.

TL's paternal instincts over you were strong, they were so strong that unlike Reyes and most of the others, he couldn't bare to watch the tapes of your torture and the audios from the torturers confirming your death. Instead, he confided in Laswell to pretty much give him the most important details and help with your disappearance however she could. Both men were very important to you, a father figure and a love interest, and their aching hearts at your loss roared louder than ever as suddenly Kate Laswell's head popped in from the exit, the alarm in her eyes speaking a thousand words that vented from her mouth in one single sentence.

"She's been spotted at the gates of the base."

Everything was a blur then. Reyes ran for his life almost knocking the poor woman in the middle of his sprint and dropping his pack of cigarettes to the floor.

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How in god's name you managed to walk so many miles from where they had kept you to the base was beyond them. They said you carried a superhuman strength with a remarkable will to live because at the sight of you, all of your teammates and even TL (against his own paternal love for you) could only think death was the best option for you, a mercy even.

Was it a blessing or a curse that you were still alive and breathing? Reyes pondered over this when he managed to push pass the crowd of people surrounding your bed at the infirmary only to be kicked out of the room by TL and the other nurses.

Your feet were covered in blisters, one of your arms was broken, you had multiple scratches and grime covering your skin and torn uniform, a split lip, a bleeding eye from a vertical cut that went from your hairline to your higher cheek (an eye you'll end up losing, sadly), suffered a grave head trauma, all of your nails from your feet to your hands were missing, a shot-through leg and you were showing signs of strong anxiety at the feeling of many eyes on you, that's why TL had cleared the room before you could speak to him privately about what happened since you were in no condition to write a full report, he wrote it for you as he listened and waited for you to finish so he could ask his own questions and express his obvious worry.

Even after the nightmare you had endured you chose to live and complete the mission alone. You kept loyal to SpecGru even when they had left you behind during the retreat, you didn't feel a speck of betrayal and your TL couldn't be more prouder and guilty, his admiration and respect for you earned you a raise and you were soon promoted. You used the little strength you had left to explain your story in full detail before you collapsed, this is the info TL had collected:

After they tortured and threw you to a lake in the middle of nowhere because you wouldn't talk and your team was taking far longer than they had liked to come get you, you woke up when some fishermen dragged your body away from the shore. Once him and his family had healed some of your wounds, you forced yourself to return where you came from and managed to recover the Intel SpecGru considered lost, later infiltrated and rescued the civilians and the other operators who got captured and tortured finding them a provisional hideout until they could contact anyone from outside the village, you left the morning after and exploded the factory the enemy used for their suppliers to deploy their weapons and ammunition, uncovered their contacts and said suppliers by hacking on their database before you scaped the enemy's territory and found a way to contact the CIA when you were leaving the village as the others had already found SpecGru's rescue team. Sadly they had already parted to the base and simply couldn't return to get you because of the fatal wounds all of the hostages had suffered, they couldn't trade over eleven lives for just one lost soldier. (Of course no one told Reyes about this or hell would have broken lose.) Being left behind again, you stole an enemy vehicle and drove until it ran out of gas, managed to sneak inside a trash truck and got off to walk all the way from one city to the base. All of this carrying a heavy bag filled with Intel and other important stuff, a half melted revolver, a shit ton of ammunition, one improvised knife and a grenade you explained you'd have used as a last resort to explode yourself with the important documents and information about SpecGru if the enemy managed to find you again.

You passed out two days ago and the word spread around base about your incredible accomplishments and your well-deserved promotion. Reyes easily snook inside your room by the window and kept sneaking in for two more days until TL officially allowed him the entry after getting a worried call from the doc. Enzo kept close watch on you and didn't allow anyone in but the nurse. He could do nothing but stare at you as if you were a painting displayed in a museum, untouchable and beautiful, his darling lay there all wrapped in bandages, your cheerful, teasing expression was a mere echo as your swollen face and puffy split lip showed nothing but exhaustion, you were unrecognizable. You didn't look like yourself and he blamed himself every day for it, but at least he could touch you, at least you were breathing and that's all that mattered.

It's the fifth day and Reyes has to leave for a few weeks to another fucking mission when he hasn't even fully recovered psychologically from what happened in the Turquoise operation.

Before he left, instead of giving you your dog tags back, he gave you his own placing them on the table next to you. As expected by doc, you woke up one day later after Reyes' departure (The luck on this guy...) And girl, you were in so much pain. But it was the comfort you received by waking up to the blinding reflection of the window's light hitting the dog tags that after close inspection you found they belonged to Reyes, what made the pain worth it. The pain of being alive. The sweet ache of getting one more chance to be with Reyes. Reyes...

"R-Reyes..." You whimper out.

"Holy fuck." Nova exclaimed startling you a bit. "Oh shit!" She cursed stumbling from her chair before she properly stood up "BOLLOCKS!" She yells this time making you squint and flinch at the squawking sound of her voice. She gave you a half-assed apology before she ran out of the room to call for the doctor.

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The following week was nuts. Adapting to having one eye and trying to recover from the bullet wound from your thigh, fractured arm and other pains all across your body was difficult, but you made progress every day.

At first you couldn't quite get used to seeing all the fresh new scars on your body and your aim had worsened now that you had one eye but to everyone's surprise you still pressed on trying to recover your sore senses and exercise daily eager to get back to action. More than once your doctor, TL and Nova had to remind you not to overdo it, as training excessively could only make you backtrack on all the healing and progress you worked so hard on making.

You were an inspiration to many and you wouldn't shy away from cheering the rookies and answer some questions so long they didn't ask you to describe in detail the tortures you had endured. Nova was wary though, always keeping a close eye on you and reminding you to send a message to the boys (Gus and Reyes) whenever you could in your group chat as they were still worried sick, specially Reyes.

"This guy..." You muttered to yourself.

You and Nova were on cleaning duty when you stopped a few minutes ago to send a quick text to keep tabs on the boys as they were returning from a certain base in Rome they were assigned to go to do god-knows-what about the Turquoise operation. The trip had prolonged and you missed them dearly.

"What's up?" Nova asked behind her shoulder as she was finishing mopping the floor near the door.

"Nah, Gus told me they're alright... It's just Reyes he's so..."

"Infuriating? Annoying? Ugly? Halfwit? Demonic even?"

"No-? I mean yeah, that's Reyes!" You chuckle flicking her messy bun. "It's just..." You sigh. "He's not talkin' to me... And I don't know why. Well, i get that he gets all serious while he's working, we all do, but he has never left me on read."

Nova arched a brow at that while gathering your cleaning stuff and walking out with you by her side. You continue. "He actually never did until now, be jealous all you like."

"I ain't jealous, gurl. Pity on you he actually replies to anything you say, he's an a-hole." Even if Nova and Reyes bicker a lot you know how much they love each other dearly, like two siblings bounded by the blood they spill in battle and not by DNA.

A few minutes later, you two walked to the barracks where you showed her the messages you have been sending Reyes since the day after you woke up. They weren't that deep or long (that's what she said) so you didn't fear she'd find out about your crush on your mutual friend so long she didn't scroll up.

Nila sighs when she's done reading and sits you on her bunk bed with a somber look. "Oh boy, I know that look." You mock trying to lighten up the mood a bit but she isn't affected.

"(Y/n). You didn't do anything wrong. We didn't talk much about what happened when you woke up for obvious reasons, the boys left and you were still fresh from the trauma n' shit, not to mention that this week you were still resting or busy with rehab so we didn't find the right time..."

"What are you on about Nils? It's no biggie-"

"No biggie!?" She snaps and your eyes widen. "We left you behind not once but twice! You suffered alone and we could do nothing but pray that the rescue team had any luck finding you because Team Leader didn't let us volunteer thinking feelings would get in the way and we'd cause more casualties, fuck! We even thought you were dead-!" She cried the last part with a very noticeable knot on her throat, she was shaking, her face darkened by grief, frustration and regret. You wrapped your friend in a hug she quickly returned with a sob, your eye patch felt cold against her heating skin, Nila shivered, another reminder of what she just said.

To be honest you had assumed they considered you dead, but you didn't have much time to ponder on how that would affect your friends... Your Reyes... Or even Team Leader who went far and beyond to find you and leave your friends out of the terrible mission of finding your corpse. The guilt they must have felt for leaving you behind twice, by total accident of course, and Nova's fat tears were enough proof that said guilt still plagued them until today.

Nova cleared her throat moving backwards a little while cleaning her tear stained face. "Reyes can't speak to you. Not because he doesn't want to-"

"I know. I see..." You could only imagine how Enzo felt.

And with that, you two heard Humvees approaching the main building, a cloud of sand and dust followed their trail until they parked the vehicles and soon, you could spot the shape of Rodriguez and Reyes angrily speaking to one another. Gus' expressive body language picked more exaggeration pushing Reyes to respond in kind but more violently poking a finger to the Rican's chest and snarling words you couldn't quite comprehend from the distance between the barrack's windows and the parking lot.

"Jesus... Weren't they supposed to arrive in like, another few days?"

But Nova said this to no one as you had already left to join the other men.

To say your presence was imposing to your battle mates was an understatement, though the teasing grin you carried that was so characteristic of you made everyone lit up a bit seeing as you haven't lost yourself in what happened and despite the promotion shit, the fresh scars and eye patch, (Y/n) was still (Y/n).

"What? Did y'all get needy being apart from mommy for so long? Is that's why you had to cut the mission short?" The men around you laughed and greeted you with wide smiles and gentle pats but a certain someone didn't like that comment one bit. And that certain someone punched the brick wall next to the parking spot so hard that he grunted in pain, Gus sighed shaking his head and you turned to where he was looking judging by his reaction.

When Reyes and you made eye contact, he froze. His mouth went agape, his left hand was gripping his right one that bled through the gloves he was wearing, his eyes went from your eye patch to the scars on your neck down your chest and legs and finally back to your face. It was like he was seeing a ghost. But Gus broke the moment giving you a strong bear hug from behind, you couldn't help but chuckle out loud turning around and hugging him just as strongly but mindful of your sore wounds.

"Mi cielo... Me tenías tan preocupado." (My sky... You got me so worried.) The big man whined burying his face on your neck, his moustache tickled you and you scratched his curly hair humming comfortingly. "Hello to you too, osito."

He moved his head back a little inspecting your face. "An eye patch huh? You look like a pirate!"

"Hmm, 'Pirate'... That's another name to the list. Gotta think of a proper codename soon or I fear y'all will end up choosing one for me."

"Oh, so the new rank comes with a new codename? Should I also call you ma'am." You smirked at him pinching his nose and he squinted with a complain "Ow, hey! My snot-" Gus' hands shot out ready to tackle you until you moved out of his grasp to where Reyes previously was but the Canadian was already gone. Gus reads your surprise and disappointment quickly.

"He probably headed to the doc's to get new stitches again..."

"Again?" You repeated, and Rodriguez's face said it all, his moustache quirking to the side with a grimace.

He's been having anger attacks...

"The gremlin needs you." Nova suddenly said behind you spooking you a bit but you recovered and nodded quickly to which Gus replied "He dropped his pills, he'll have to come get them soon for his headaches and his back pain, it's almost five o'clock..." When he finished he shook the bottled pills to make a point.

Nova smirks "See? He's like a gremlin, he comes with instructions and everything, the fucker."

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It didn't take long for your group of three to find Reyes.

Gus said he'd be at the doctor's office but it was Nova with her "asshole radar" who got his exact location right: the small rocky trail between the bushes of the gates where they had found you and the brick wall next to the ammunition storage facilities. (She knew he'd be there because after you passed out of exhaustion when you arrived, he used to sit there looking at the spot where they saw you as if looking at it long enough would erase the memory of seeing you laying there half-dead.)

Of course, Nova fled before confronting an irritable Reyes as she knew they'd end up falling into an endless screaming match with you and Rodriguez trying to calm both parties. So that led to you and Gus to walk out of the building with a half-assed excuse of keeping watch on the gates.

When you approached Reyes' figure near the bushes, Gus told you to wait so he'd try to ready Reyes to speak to you for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. You understood quickly and stood out of sight.

It felt like an hour had passed, your eye switched between the courtyard to the gates from time to time, always watchful that you guys wouldn't get caught and an earful from any superior out there. That if you haven't been spotted already, because this area was well watched as it was right behind the armory and the fear of the now neutralized organization resurging from the ashes to avenge their fallen leader was still palpable amongst your comrades.

A whistle reached your ears, Gus was calling you from the thin trail and you followed. Just when you neared their spot you picked Reyes' agitated voice bitching at Rodriguez before he shut up compleatly when he heard your footsteps.

“Gus, go find your nuts they’re probably hidden beneath your twat, and fuck off,” Reyes spat lastly, head thrown back as he winces huffing a curse down his breath when he sees you approaching with a soft expression.

"Always a gentleman, hermano. Next time, don't come crying to me when i refuse to aid you in any fucking discussion and/or cure your wounds, torpe llorón..." (Clumsy crybaby) Gus bites back, he gives you a patient look as to say "he's your problem now." And you nod him goodbye but Gus surprises you when he throws the little plastic container of pills to Reyes' feet where the man was sitting on the dirt, his back against the brick wall staring daggers at the other operator.

"Make sure he takes them if you hear him whining, amor." Gus says before pursing his lips twice throwing two kisses your way and leaving the trail as a final goodbye.

Reyes gives you a side glance you don't catch because of your blind eye but you can feel it. When you turn to him he's looking elsewhere suddenly quiet. You smirk, kneel to his level and squeeze his tense shoulder.

"You know, I've gained a few new nicknames around base, and It took me a long while to choose witch one would make a cool codename. They were all so edgy."

He remained quiet brushing your hand off with a firm shake on his shoulder, the only clue you got that he was listening was his heavy breathing.

"While waitin' for you two to stop your bickering I finally decided Turquoise smoke or Smoke for shorts. Fittin' right? That's obviously because they couldn't grasp me again when I fled." The look Reyes gives you as in incredulous but tired of your bullshit makes you chuckle. His hand raises to scratch his beard harshly enough to make angry red lines on his pale skin.

"Talk to me..." You speak lowly seeking to ease the tension, coaxing the man to open up like you've done a thousand times before. And yet, the Reyes before you doesn't seem as cooperative as you knew him to be.

"I've always hated you." He sighs and this makes your smile falter. Over the thousand terrible things he had said in your presence, he has never said anything like this and the fact that it's directed to you feels like a stab. His eyes are on yours or rather on YOUR, to be real, as he looks at your eye patch he sneers in disgust and this makes you raise up from your crouching position.

"When you came to my life you quickly became a big pain in my ass. Always fucking loud, always fucking witty... Playing girly pop on a man's job."

He was just being mean, Reyes' cruelty was a defense mechanism you were used to eating up. It never bothered you in the slightest as you knew he didn't really mean what he said but he could spit some powerful venom whenever he wanted.

"The day you started makin' a name for yourself I became less liked. I stopped getting calls from any of our team leaders and people stopped takin' me that seriously. Must be cool right?" Enzo smiles cruelly up at you, his gloveless hands (now wrapped in bandages) played with the bottled pills. "To be TL's bitch. Reyes' tamer, huh? Must be fuckin' brilliant." At the end of the sentence, he harshly threw the pills somewhere on the trail where you came from.

"Reyes..." You chocked out.

He stands up abruptly then making you step back, his oak eyes look down at you in an intimidating way. "Did you also get a delicious raise for having to tame SpecGru's disgrace? I'm sure you did. Now you can parade around with all those awesome battle scars, a new rank and that ridiculous pirate eye patch like you are Nick Fury or some clown like that."

You try to recover your wit firmly believing your awful humour could bring him back to his senses "Hey, hey, show some respect to Nick Fury, man. At least i look stylish, I'm not the one who wears sunglasses over the head and never uses them." You feign offense and accuse him desperately trying not to take any of this seriously.

Enzo was about to yell something colorful but instead bit down his lip with a forced smile shaking his head before he growled lowly "Always so funny, you..." He honest to God looked like he was holding a fart but you knew if you voiced your thoughts he'd end up strangling you on the spot.

"I should kill you right now. Finish what they started." He said approaching you with newfound determination and this made you physically backtrack until your back was against the fence and he was a few millimeters from your face raising his hands to grip on the metallic wires of the fence by your sides effectively caging you. He could see the pain then. How that last whip mentioning those bastards actually did hurt you. Enzo waited a few seconds for you to say something, anything, but you were looking up at him silent, with a forced little smile trying to hide that for once, he did crack you, all the playfulness had abandoned you as you faced the man you loved stabbing you with his words.

As stupid as it is, as hypocrite as he felt, it pained him to hurt you, all in all it was the truth and it was clear when his hardened face didn't hold his frown for one more second as it melted into a sorrowful grimace, a loud sob scaped his lips, a tear hit your cheek as Reyes broke down quite literally when his body shagged downwards, his hands still gripped firmly at the fence holding his stance.

You could feel a terrible burn from your right eye and when tears begun gathering on your left one you knew the nature of the burn came from the flowing tears your damaged orb tried to shed but it wasn't as strange as seeing Reyes cry, though you couldn't see him properly because he hanged his head low at the height of your chest as to hide his pain. The only time you saw him cry was when Nova was so mad at him she shoved wax sticks up his nosetrils while he was napping, when he angrily tried to pull them off he cried like he had witnessed his entire family get killed. But this is obviously different.

These weren't tears coming from an idiotic prank. These tears came from heartbreak and loss.

Enzo's wavering voice came raspy as he fought and failed to contain the grief he had tried to hold in for so fucking long. "You keep joking and pretending nothing happend." He wept. "I can't stand a second having to look at you and see how they mangled your body..." Then your eye widened as Reyes stood up properly forcing himself to look at you directly. His lips wobble trying to continue, the vulnerability written on his face was making the flow of your tears quicken and you hissed in discomfort, a palm shooting up to your eye patch and Reyes didn't waste a minute reacting to your obvious pain. Suddenly all the hatred he wanted to express left him as he cooed at you trying to sooth the ache anyhow, his hands cupped your wet cheeks, thumbs gently brushing your skin and he opted to hold you close to his body when he felt useless that he couldn't make the pain go away.

"Don't say that-" You choked out through the pain.

Reyes looked down at you startled by the emotional tone in your voice and you shook against his chest meeting his stare. "Do you have any idea how many times I thought I'd die? The desperation I felt when I was left behind not once but twice!? How I could only think about your mean ass every minute of every day as I pulled through the mission ALONE to return, fall on a few day's coma and find out you were gone again... And now that I get to finally see you, with all my heartache, my fucking love for you and my stupid humour trying desperately to sooth you because, trust me, I know you had suffered, Nova and Gus told me because you still keep to yourself. You have the gal to wish I was dead!?"

"NEVER IN MY FUCKING LIFE!" He screamed and you were now fully surprised no one had caught you two yet.

Reyes lowers his head down, his hands cupping your cheeks still, eyes staring between your eye and the eye patch. "I wanted to die so bad..." He cries "To leave this shitty life praying to meet you in the next one..." You bit your lower lip and closed your eye trying to cease your crying as it was irritating your wounded eye and the few scars on your face.

"I love you, woman." It was the desperation in which the words were thrown in the heavy air that made your eye flutter back open, your shaky hands rose to hold his face and beg that, just by the look you were giving Reyes, he understood that you felt the same because you couldn't speak.

"If you were to leave me again I-" But he caught himself before he let out another pitiful tear. He felt too weak, and as much as he loves feeling weak for you, he couldn't keep letting you see him cry as your sympathy got the best of you and would make you keep crying as well hurting your wounds further with your salty tears.

"They'll have to do worse than that in order to keep me from you Enzo..." When you said this he lowered his eyes to your neck quickly spotting his dog tags, one hand quickly picked yours from under his shirt absentmindedly.

"I'll dig out your fucking body from wherever they burry you if I must to take these back." He said lowly. "Until then, keep 'em."

"I've always imagined a wedding band but these will suffice~" You purred and Reyes smiled, his sad eyes still present.

The smile and the following kiss was enough to seal the promise that no matter what. From this day on. You two were a pack.

"Give me some time, Smokey. Weddin' bands can be annoying to wear in battle and the one I planned to get ya isn't cheap."

[tswwwit]

Brain fart yhat doesn't make any sense

re!dipper w his constellation being on his inner thigh close to his dick and bill for once didn't do anything flashy when he picked up dipper. re!dip telling ppl abt bill and they would think that he's faking and dipper would just be rlly frustrated trying to prove that this inconvenience in his life is real (he can't show the constellation mark for obvious reasons and bill is s flighty fucker that moves when ... .. ..... .picture thing

Pls understand me

No worries, I understood!

Dipper insisting that, no, really, the reason he had to skip work was because Bill friggin' Cipher showed up and took him as his mortal - well, yeah, he's got the birthmark, but. No he can't show it. For reasons.

What do you mean he's fired? No he's not lying, for fuck's sake! If he was going to call off sick he'd have come up with something more believable. Bill! Hey! Bill?

(Bill has, once again, inconveniently fucked off. Just when Dipper needed him to be around for once. If only he'd fuck off when Dipper wanted him to 😔)