#legit i sat for a minute staring at her w brown eyes

[impossible-rat-babies]

made a scar combo for my gw run for her and was messing w eye swatches and ough eshak with brown eyes......................

[starlightnakamoto]

She Knows • Yuta Nakamoto

Member: Yuta x Reader

Genre: angst / fluff / smut / slow-burn / mystery

Warnings: Language, Drugs, Alcohol/Cigarette Use

Summary: You needed to find a way to raise money to find somewhere to stay. Little did you know it had to be through becoming a stripper at the biggest club in town, owned by the ceo himself. He’s not only a ceo though. Only at night he was.

A/N: i hope yall are enjoying so far & staying safe!! here’s ch. 3 <3

Chapter 3

Known as Yuta during the day.

But Mr. Nakamoto during the night.

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Only one of those was known for being hidden.

And you could guess which one.

Yuta Nakamoto. Your sweet, yet sometimes strict local choreographer. Bubbly smile anyone could die for. Everyone only knew him for his first name though.

Once night comes in, he clocks out and for others he’s just known for going to do other busy dance work, “or that’s what he likes to call it”.

But really he’s venturing out to clock in to his other important job.

Being CEO of the town’s most famous strip club/restaurant.

But the interesting part is, no one knew who Mr. Nakamoto really was.

Truth is, everyone has heard of him but no one in public has gotten to know what he looks like.. the man keeps to himself.

He wears a hat. That’s what some have heard. Still no one truly has recognized him for being Mr. Nakamoto and that he’s the same guy who choreographs his dancers, just a few floors above.

He has to be careful. God what could poor Yuta do to himself if getting exposed for trying to live a normal life in the day at his own club?

8:30 am

Rehearsal Day One.

You had woken up, same routine all over again in the now familar motel room you’ve started to feel adapted to.

You did the usual and got ready. You decided to throw on a cropped sweater & baggy camo pants. You grabbed your dance bag to head out.

Your money was running out and you needed to find a place soon.. or it’s the streets you go.

Thought after thought kept racing as you layed your head against the subway window. The stop came and with that you took off your headphones & hopped off to make your way to the studio.

Arriving there you made your way towards Room 1026 once again and found relief not seeing any of the head people come in yet.

Just tons of dancers laying around stretching and talking with music blasting.

Not sure of where to go, you put your bag in whatever locker you could find & sat in the front to stretch out as well.

After about 20 minutes of warm-ups, the music came to and the 3 choreographers had come in.

Everyone got up to greet them and you were just there lost, not really knowing anyone’s name.

And there he was.

In the distance, being greeted & talked to by tons of the girls who fawned over him. Seems like he really builds a connection with everyone.

How could he look so beautiful just fucking standing there?

There was other two choreographers as well. A strict looking girl with bobbed hair and a tall guy with light brown hair, some resting against his face.

“Okay guys let’s settle down get back to your places”, he had said in a comforting tone. He seemed cool.

The room went quiet as everyone went back to their places and you just stood there in the front, still lost.

“For those of you who are new here, I’m Johnny. That’s Yuta & here we have our only other girl with us, Lisa”, he said while gesturing his hands to them while they waved as well.

Yuta. That was the sparkling boy’s name.

“Hi everyone I’m Yuta. Always here to help so don’t be shy. As long as you listen to me & the others you’ll be fine”, He beamed using his hands frequently.

“I see we have some new people today”, he walked around, getting closer to you. You could feel your heart racing & cheeks match the color of the red walls as you stared down at the wooden floor.

The moment was about to happen before he got violently cut off and stopped before getting warmer to you.

“Yea yea we get it. Ladies, today we’ll be starting rehearsal for our new performances this week, so you already know the drill. You don’t need my name, just my voice.”, Lisa had loudly interrupted, sitting on a stool twirling a piece of her hair on her finger.

She looked quite intense. Looks like having her is gonna be interesting.

You were afraid she would come for you. Little did you know she did, but not in the way you expected.

People were switching around, going to assigned spots they already seemed to be familar with. You were still fucking lost.

You just stalled around with your hands in your pockets, being too scared to meet his eyes or hers so you observed others faces.

At this point Johnny was the only carebear in here.

You looked up as you heard your name being mentioned. Looks like Lisa had motioned Yuta to come over to her & was whispering him something that obviously had to do with you. Her brown eyes had crossed over yours and you quickly tried looking somewhere else.

Something about seeing them together made you feel uneasy.

“Tell newbie girl to go to the back. She doesn’t know shit yet and we can’t have her ruining our set”.

“W-why me? I don’t wanna be so harsh on her—“, he softly spoke, his voice being filled with warmth.

“You know how I am. I’d probably make her cry anyways soon so tell ner. Now”, she had said, lightly pushing him while he sighed.

Could she be anymore louder?

You had felt him coming your direction and everything was happening so fast.

You lifted up your head & were met by the most beautiful yet biggest set of pool brown eyes.

He was close to you. Anymore and you’d lose it.

He had ruffed up blonde dyed hair & wore a loose long white sleeveless tee, showing off his toned caramel arms.

This man you had been so afraid to look at was now in front of you & you couldn’t do nothing about it.

He didn’t say much. Not even an introduction that you wanted. After talking to that hoe, anyone’s mood would go down. He looked kinda nervous though as well.

“Back.”, he hesistantly said while pointing to where your eyes moved.

You wished for the moment again where he hadn’t said that and only eyes were speaking.

You felt intimidated by him once he said that. Where had the bubbly boy earlier in the morning gone?

All those girls making him smile but you had to be in the opposite.

You heard some laughs from the dancers. This basically was embarrassing since the room had gotten quiet. You scoffed & left his eyes and walked your way to the back.

Not like it was a big deal cause yeah you were new of course. It’s more of how he wasn’t bubbly around you and it honestly hurt. But then remembering he couldn’t not listen to his co-worker right? Don’t wanna mess with her.

She probably would’ve thrown my ass in a circle.

After everyone getting settled, the music had started & the choreographers started their instructions on the moves.

You wish he could still see you but the back was pretty back.

“Okay ladies—“, Lisa had mentioned after taking her turn talking about what moves next we had to do while Johnny & Yuta were getting their waters.

She had been interrupted.

“For the love of god, don’t forget a guy exists here too”, a new charming voice had chimed in, being greeted with laughs.

He had walked in, already putting his bag away. He was completely aware that he had arrived late & had no problem with it. His aura had brightened the room. At least to you.

He had nice golden brown eyes with black tossled hair and was wearing a black choker that stood out with a loose tee that had Led Zeppelin on it & skinny black pants that shaped his figure.

“Of course. You’re late like always..”, Lisa had rolled her eyes at the familar voice before continuing to talk.

He had made his way towards the back, taking the empty spot next to you.

A guy in an all girls section? Seems legit.

You somehow felt comfort in this person without knowing who the hell they were yet but you definitely wanted to be their friend.

After a break was announced, everyone had sat down and you were met by another lovely gaze of someone, who this time was gonna introduce himself to you.

“You must be new here. I’m Ten”, he smiled with glee and stuck out his hand.

ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4, ch. 5

[elizaviento]

Wine & Spirits

Well, I was actually able to bang this one out quicker than I anticipated as a nice little stress release.

Wine & Spirits

(Rick Sanchez x Reader)

NSFW lite -- 2100 words.  Suggestive language and some smoochin’.  But, overall cuteness.

*****

I first met Rick Sanchez at the grand opening of a new liquor store on the edge of town.  After perusing the aisles for a decent bottle of red wine to take to a birthday party, I bore witness to his ire with the store’s owner as I tried to exit.

“Wha -- what do ya mean, he can’t come in?!” Rick shouted while gesturing wildly toward his teenage grandson.   

“Sir, no person under the age of 18 is permitted to enter the store.  It’s state law” the shop’s owner politely explained.   

“Oh, so -- so you just assume that he’s under 18?”

“Sir --” the shop owner began again with a sigh while rolling her eyes, “-- it’s pretty obvious he’s not.  I mean, he can’t be older than 12.”

“Um, actually I’m 14” the boy -- who I would later officially meet as Morty -- whined while wringing his hands.   

The shop owner rolled her eyes again in response but firmly stood her ground.  Meanwhile, I was directly behind her during the entire exchange, waiting for the three of them to clear a path.   

“Excuse me” I finally piped up when I checked my phone and realized I was running late.  All three focused their attention on me as I stood there with my wine safely tucked away in a brown paper bag.   

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the shop owner apologized, stepping aside.   

“Yeah, no problem” I replied, smoothly walking past her out the door only to be stopped in my tracks, once again, by Rick -- who I then only knew as the odd man in the lab coat.

“W-w-what do you think?” he asked me, blocking my path when I attempted to side step him.  When I realized that he was actually attempting to pull me into his petty disagreement, I couldn’t help but laugh.   

“Look, I seriously don’t care about any of this.  So, bye” I said, finally passing him only to run directly into his grandson who stuttered an apology and colored a shade of red I’d never seen in nature.  “Don’t sweat it, kid.  Just make sure to bring your ID next time” I joked and winked before hauling ass to my car.

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The following week, I ran in to him again at the same liquor store.  This time, however, I was shopping for myself.  He was standing in the vodka aisle with two gallon size jugs tucked under each arm as I passed through to locate the whiskey.  He didn’t glance my way when I shuffled by but I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that I needed to speak to him.   

“No teenage tag along today?” I asked as I came to stand beside him.  I leaned forward slightly to feign interest in the label of the bottle directly in my field of vision.  At first, he didn’t even acknowledge my existence -- only reached for another comically large jug before turning in my direction, presumably to head to the register.  When he nearly bumped into me, it was then he must have realized that I was talking to him.

“Uh -- what?” he asked with an adorably dumbfounded look on his face before making a quick recovery.  “Nah.  His -- uh -- his fake ID got stolen by a hooker.  New one’s in the mail.”

“Humm. Maybe next week” I mused, plucking a bottle of Grey Goose from the shelf before strolling away.

The week after that, he was standing in front of the store with his arms crossed and, when I approached, he made a show of checking his watch before shaking his head.   

“You -- y-y-you’re late.”

“Or maybe you’re early” I countered while pulling the door open and motioning for him to step inside. 

And so it went for several weeks.  I knew what was happening.  I knew I was going to that liquor store specifically to see him and I was pretty sure he was doing the same.  During our little weekly encounters, he’d share bits and pieces of his life -- most of it sounding like a complete bullshit fairy tale. However, I couldn’t deny belief any longer the day he asked me if I wanted to take a ride in his spaceship -- his fucking spaceship! -- and then pulled me through a swirling green hole that he shot into thin air, from something he called a ‘portal gun’, directly into my living room. 

“What the fuck?!” I had exclaimed when I recognized my surroundings. “How do you know where I live?!”

“Trust me, sweetheart.  You -- uh -- you don’t wanna know how many answers that question has” he teased with a smirk before shooting another portal at my front door and stepping through.

I only balked as the green swirl popped closed, amazed that all of his crackpot stories were true and that I had somehow developed a crush on a legit mad scientist.

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“Hey. You wanna come -- wanna see my subterranean lair?” he asked one Saturday afternoon as we stood in the beer cooler.

“Is that where you keep your clones?”

“Yep” he replied, picking up a 36 can case of Natural Light.

“Sure. I could go for a good gang bang with, like, ten younger versions of you.” I shot him a sidelong glance before reaching for a craft berry blend.  “How on earth do you drink that piss water?” I asked, suddenly changing the subject as I was apt to do once I’d pushed the flirting envelope another inch further. 

“You’re pretty confident of -- of yourself, huh?” he quipped with a raised brow.  “And, I-I-I’m trying to get drunk, not tickle my taste buds.”

“You check out my ass enough for me to be pretty secure in my assumption” I said, turning to leave the cooler.  He was directly on my heels as we approached the register where the shop owner greeted us with a smile.   

“My two best customers” she said, tossing a book of coupons in my bag. “Don’t miss the big sale next week!”  The bell hanging above the door jingled to signal our departure and, a moment later, Rick yanked me through a portal leading to his garage.   

I’d been in his garage a couple of times prior but the atmosphere seemed a bit different now.  I couldn’t hear voices or movement from inside the house like I had on my previous impromptu visits and I suddenly felt my stomach drop to my toes at the prospect that we were alone.

“So, where’s the Sanchez clones?  I’m ready to par-tay!”  I pulled my 6 pack of craft beer from the bag and shook it playfully before plopping down on a nearby stool.

“I lied” he said, dumping the Natty Lite into a gigantic cooler he had tucked away under his workstation.  “I killed them all so it’s -- ya just got me.”  He cracked open one of the warm cans and chugged it, making me wince as I imagined how disgusting it must taste.

“Darn” I replied with an exaggerated pout, spinning on the stool.  Even I had to admit that I was trying much too hard to be cute.

“Don’t -- uh -- don’t you worry, baby.  I-I-I may be old but I gotta big dick and know how to eat a pussy” he said, making a V with his fingers and wagging his tongue in the middle.   

“Oh my god” I breathed, my face flushing as I spun the stool away from him to face the wall.  This was the first time he’d successfully one-upped me and I heard him laugh victoriously as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him once more. “You win” I conceded.

But, instead of poking fun -- as I fully expected -- he sat down on the other stool and pulled me toward him; my stool gliding effortlessly on four wheels across the concrete floor until our knees bumped together.

Something had changed.  I couldn’t think of an adequate come back to continue this little game of cat and mouse we’d been playing for the last few months.  Instead, I only stared at him -- completely consumed with the urge to lean forward, close the distance between us and kiss him.

“Do it, do it, DO IT” my mind chanted.  But, I was frozen still as his large hands began to knead my shoulders and one side of his unibrow quirked in challenge. When I still didn’t move or speak, he finally broke the silence. 

“W-w-what would you do if I kissed you right now?” he asked, turning his stool slightly so that one of his knees slipped between mine, effectively bringing us closer.  He thought he had me, but I’d finally come to my senses.   

Without warning, I darted one arm forward to capture him by the back of the neck and tugged his face toward mine.  Opening my mouth slightly to encase his bottom lip on contact, I gently nipped and pulled as I just as quickly retreated.  The look on his face was that of pure shock and I giggled triumphantly.  He thought he had me.  He was wrong. 

Or was he?

Before I knew it, he had snatched one of my wrists and pulled me back in. And, when our lips collided a second time, he threaded his fingers through my hair to palm the back of my head and pushed his greedy tongue into my gaping mouth.  As expected, he tasted like the warm, cheap beer he’d chugged moments earlier but that was quickly overshadowed by the ridiculous skill his tongue displayed as it sought and danced with my own.  Within minutes, I was breathless as I struggled in vain for dominance and completely gave in when I felt him tug me further and further until he’d dislodged me from my stool and had me securely perched on his lap.

When he finally let me pull back for a breath, I lowered my head to his shoulder with a strangled laugh.  “You win again.”

“Mmm” he hummed in agreement, settling his large hands on my hips.  “How long have you wanted -- you been waitin’ for that?”

“You’re pretty confident of yourself, huh?” I asked, throwing his earlier jab back at him.

When the garage door engaged and began to slowly rise, I shoved myself from Rick’s lap so fast that the stool flew backward and caused him to crashed against the counter of his work station.   

“Ow, fuck!” he yelled as I scrambled to remain on my feet as the garage door continued its ascent and reveal Rick’s granddaughter landing his spaceship in the driveway.  As she pulled into the garage and got out, I leaned nonchalantly against the counter and gave her a timid wave.

“Oh, hey” Summer greeted with her signature bored expression.  “Sorry I, like, interrupted your make out session.”

“How --” I started, shaking my head.  There was no way she had seen us with how slow that garage door moved.

“God, adults think teenagers are so dumb” she said, pulling her phone from her back pocket.  “It’s, like, so obvious with the way you two flirt with each other.  Gross.”  With that, she tossed the keys to the ship toward Rick where they bounced off one of his knees to land on the concrete floor with a clatter.  So -- I obviously wasn’t the only one taken aback by Summer’s effortless observation.

“Nice catch, Grandpa” she said, rolling her eyes.  “Thanks for letting me borrow the ship.”  And then she disappeared through the door leading to the kitchen.

“Well, I should probably go” I said, grabbing my 6 pack from the counter.  The moment had passed and I suddenly felt awkward, wondering if I’d somehow ruined our easy going friendship.

“Yeah. I need some time to -- to uh -- regrow the clones” he said with a smirk, standing from the stool while rubbing the section of his back that had slammed against the counter.  I instantly released a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as the atmosphere became light and playful once again.

“Well, if what you said earlier is true; don’t bother.”

Rick raked a hand through his hair and pulled the portal gun from the inner pocket of his lab coat, preparing to send me back to the liquor store parking lot so I could retrieve my car.

“See ya next week, baby” he said, pulling the trigger and repeating the lewd gesture with his fingers and tongue as I flipped him off and stepped through.

I already couldn’t wait.

The End.

P.S. Yes, I used my favorite line of Rick’s again.  I’ll never get sick of it!

[roman-reigns-princess]

Sugar and Spice (Roman Reigns): Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Summary: Aasha and Leati lives are intertwined; it began with a simple contract six years ago that led to love and romance. Although they now live together, they lead busy lives that ten to keep them apart for weeks on end.They finally get a week to themselves in one of their favourite cities, Rome, Italy. Aasha has a couple surprises prepared for Leati, but little does she know, he has a couple of huge surprises for her as well.

Warnings (for the fic over all, not specifically this chapter): cis-female OC, 18+, definitely smutty, daddy kink, schoolgirl kink(?), anal play, choking, age difference,  unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), maybe a lil bit of a breeding kink (dont @ me), possibly semi-public sex, idk if this needs a warning but I use his first name in this fic just cause i really love it?

Aasha (OFC) Face Claim: Alia Bhatt (but like thiccer, and w longer hair)

Word Count: 2813

A/N: I wanna thank @reignwithflair​ and @macfizzle​ for helpin me out w this fic, and giving me some bomb ass ideas. Legit had this fic in my drafts since like June, but thanks to them i finally got it started properly. I originally wanted it to be more focused on their sugar relationship, but i added too much romance so like idk what to even call this fic anymore im sorry yall

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Tucking her phone and room key into her purse, Aasha made her way to the elevator to go down to the bar in the hotel. Leati's flight wouldn't land for at least another half hour, meaning he'd probably get to the hotel in an hour.

She had arrived earlier in the day, and spent most of it preparing a surprise for him, going through the internet, and asking friends who had experience; she figured she'd treat herself a little before he got here.

She'd known for a while now that Leati had a thing for the whole school girl outfit, and Aasha had  been getting more and more curious about trying anal, though she hadn't said anything about it to Leati.

Over the past month or so she had been working her way up from the smallest anal plug, looking up how to do enemas properly, and talking to experienced friends. She'd also been putting together the perfect outfit for him, choosing each article of clothing separately to fit the idea she had in mind.

However, both their schedules had been too busy and they'd barely seen each other for the past 3 weeks. They were finally getting a whole week to themselves, and Leati suggested that they spend it in Rome at the renowned Westin Excelsior.

The Westin Excelsior was a stunning hotel that stood right in the middle of Rome; the architecture reminiscent of Ancient Roman palaces. The building itself was six stories tall, with a dome on top of one corner. Leati had, as usual, booked the biggest, most luxurious suite; the Villa La Cupola took up a good portion of the fifth and sixth floor of the hotel, including the dome.

Aasha's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she first walked into their villa. The living room was huge, decorated with a beautiful fresco; the velvety red curtains hanging from the floor to ceiling windows were drawn, allowing the sun to brighten up the room and warm up the marble floors.

It had its own kitchen, dining room, studio, and even a private gym, but her favourite feature was the Roman bath style Jacuzzi on the sixth floor that led to a terrace over looking the city, with St. Peter's Basilica in the distance.

The bedroom was another work of art; the floors covered with a beige and brown carpet that had red and peach designs curling across, matching the furniture, and heavy curtains.

There was a king sized bed pushed back against the wall, positioned so that the sun lit up the pristine white sheets; it was high enough that she needed to hop up onto it. The four posts around the bed were painted a bright gold that was offset by the gold patterned red drapes hanging off of them.

The rest of the hotel was just as beautiful, with its marble flooring, and artwork. She wandered around a little, admiring the beautiful paintings, and statues that decorated the different hallways before asking one of the staff to point her in the direction of the bar.

The bar was fairly empty, with only a small group of people occupying a corner of the room. Aasha hopped up onto one of the leather clad bar stools and ordered a cherry martini from the bartender. She thanked the bartender and gave him the room number to open a tab.

As she sat at the bar enjoying her drink, her mind began to wander back a few years to when she was in a similar place, waiting to meet Leati for the first time.

Aasha sat at the table of a fancy restaurant, her delicate fingers running up and down the stem of her glass as she waited for him. She had never been this nervous before, especially since she'd never done anything like this before either.

She was barely into her first year of college, and she was switching her major to photography, something her parents were not willing to financially support. Aasha didn't want to take student loans, but fortunately, her friend had told her about the arrangement she had with her sugar daddy, and Aasha had decided to give it a shot.

She had made it explicitly clear that she wasn't willing to do anything sexual for money; coming from a religious, Indian family, she had done barely anything more than kissing. She didn't really care about waiting till marriage to have sex, but she wasn't comfortable with the idea of having her first time be with some random guy who payed her for it.

It came as quite a surprise to her when Leati contacted her. She'd expected him to be less attractive, and much older than he was; granted he was about 10 years older than her, but he was only in his late 20s.

He had given her basic information about himself, and what he would want out of an arrangement, and they had agreed to meet face to face before finalizing anything. He was one of the founders of a major security company that often provided bodyguards to the highest ranking people, and he simply wanted someone to attend work functions with him without the hassle or drama of courting someone.

She was so lost in her thoughts that when a large hand gently gripped her shoulder she jumped, nearly knocking her virgin strawberry daiquiri over in the process; she looked up at the owner to find Leati Anoa'i looking down at her.

"Hi, you must be Aasha, I'm Leati," he said, flashing her a smile.

Her lips parted a little as her eyes drank him in, he was even more beautiful in real life, and certainly more intimidating if he wasn't smiling. He wore a grey suit with a red tie, his hair was slicked back into a bun, and he was clean shaven except for his mustache and goatee.

She blinked a couple times before realizing she was staring at him, she hurriedly stood up and held out her hand, a blush spread across her face as it finally occurred to her that she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

"I-um, yeah-it's good to meet you," she stuttered, biting the inside of her cheek for that. Her face turned redder as he chuckled and gently wrapped his hand around her fingers and pressed a light kiss on her knuckles.

"Pleasure's all mine, babygirl," he replied, letting go of her hand so they could both take a seat. "So, what would you like to eat?"

They spent the rest of the evening talking, and getting to know each other. He was one of three of the major owners of the company, he lived in Tampa about 45 minutes away from her, and he traveled a lot. By the end of the night, Aasha was relaxed, and comfortable enough around him to explain what she wanted, and what she was willing to do.

They didn't have any clashing needs, and he was more than happy to tell her that he'd draw up an agreement as soon as possible for the both of them to sign. He didn't seem to care that she wanted to keep their relationship platonic, but he did say once that if she wanted to go further he wouldn't be opposed to it.

Setting down her empty glass, she left a generous tip for the bartender, and slowly began to make her way back up to the room.

Over time her and Leati's relationship had evolved. They had become good friends, and she stuck with him through two attempted hostile takeovers by his partners even when he tried telling her he didn't want her caught up in that. He started bringing her to family gatherings, stating that he wanted his mother to stop bugging him about settling down. She got to know his family, his twin cousins who became his new partners, and even became close friends with his sister-in-laws, Trinity and Kecia.

As they spent more time together, she started to develop feelings for Leati, but her fear of rejection kept her silent, until one day she got a little too tipsy at an event and ended up confessing to him in the car.

Leati had a firm grip on Aasha's waist as they made their way down the steps of the hotel; he was glowering from the incident moments ago, one hand clenched into a fist at his side. Aasha couldn't help the shiver of fear that ran through her when she looked up at him, the only other time she'd seen him this angry was when Colby tried to wrest the company from Leati.

She'd known that this conference was a bad idea, she tried telling Leati that the McMahons would probably send Lopez as their representative to hopefully throw him off or simply to sew discord, but Leati's stubborn Italian pride wouldn't let him back down from this. To his credit, he managed to keep a lid on his emotions for most of the conference, that is until the farewell dinner.

Leati had left her alone momentarily to go to the restroom, which gave Colby the opportunity to slink up to her with that typical half smirk etched into his face. She gave him a polite smile and took a large sip of her champagne, not wanting to stir up any shit when they were so close to leaving.

"It's been too long, Aasha, you're looking good," she cringed as Colby's eyes took their time looking her over. "We never talk anymore, not even a Happy New Year text?"

"That's your own fault, Lopez," she glared at him, she wanted to get up and leave but there were people standing around the table, blocking her off; the only exit was past the man leering at her. "No one forced you to stab us-him in the back."

"Us? Did you guys finally hook up? Or is it still purely platonic?" he scoffed, not even bothering to acknowledge everything else she'd said.

"N-no, we're just good friends, something you obviously know nothing about," she bit back, taking another gulp of her drink.

"So you're not off the market? Cause I assure you, I can be a very good friend," Colby's smirk widened into a malicious smile as he leaned in, a hand coming to rest on her bare knee. She recoiled with disgust, ready to throw her drink in his face when she felt a  larger hand grab her arm, pulling her up and away from him.

She looked up to see Leati glaring at his former partner; Colby had the good sense to look somewhat scared as he stood up and subtly tried to back away. For each step he took back, the large Samoan took two forward.

"Hey, hey, listen, he's not worth it, let's just leave," Aasha pleaded, tugging at his arm. She tried not to shiver as he looked at her, his infamous volcanic rage simmering in his eyes. "Please."

"Fine," he said, giving Lopez one last scathing look before turning on his heel to march off with his arm around Aasha's waist. She texted the driver to meet them at the front as they made their way through the halls of the hotel.

They came to a stop at the entrance, waiting for the driver to pull up with their limo. Aasha turned to Leati, unbuttoning his jacket to slide her arms around him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. A startled sound bubbled in his throat, but he hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. They stayed like that until the car drove up.

"I'm sorry," Leati said as he settled in next to her; she looked up at him in surprise. "I know you hate it when I get mad, I just couldn't stand the fact that he put his hands on you, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay, you could never scare me, it was actually kinda hot," she mumbled the last part, her face heating up at the confession. She buried her face in his shoulder when his serious expression turned into a smirk. She arched into him as he slid a hand up her spine to grab her hair and pull her head back.

"You think it's hot?" he asked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer so that his face was inches from hers. "I-"

She cut him off with a kiss, her hands grabbing his shoulders to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto him so that she was straddling his lap. She teasingly bit his lip, eliciting a deep growl from him. She pulled away to look up at him, the both of them panting a little as they stared at each other wide eyed.

"I think I love you," she blurted.

Aasha chuckled at the memory as she walked into the VIlla; back then she had been mortified, but thinking back to it now it seemed rather funny.

Glancing at her phone she saw that she had 40 more minutes till Leati got there. It would be just enough time to shower, and finish the final steps for her surprise. She took a quick 15 minute shower, then hopped out to grab the lube and one of her plugs. She decided to go with one of the smaller ones with a pink diamond on the top because she didn't want to deal with any discomfort.

After working it in, she left the lube in the drawer of a nightstand by the bed, slipped on a shorter baby pink silk robe, and went back to the bathroom to dry off her hair. She finished just in time to hear the door to the Villa opening and closing.

"Aasha?" Her face lit up as she heard Leati's deep voice. She let out a shriek of happiness, rushing out of the bathroom to find him setting his bags down in the bedroom. She practically jumped into his arms, making him laugh as he picked her up with one arm; much to her delight he had grown his beard out, but it also tickled her skin as he buried his face in her neck. "I missed you too, babe."

"God you look so good, it feels like it's been forever, I hate being apart for that long, promise me we won't have to spend more than a week apart again, Lea," she mumbled, giving him a deep kiss to show him just how much she missed him; his chest rumbled against her as he chuckled at the nickname she'd used.

"I dunno if I can promise that, but I'm sure if you gave the Board a good talkin to, they'll see things your way," he joked, walking to the bed to set her down. She pulled back to give him a mock glare before grabbing the front of his shirt to bring him in for another kiss.

His large hands roamed over her thighs, pushing up her robe as he massaged her soft skin; her own hands were busy rediscovering his strong chest, enjoying the warmth that she had desperately missed over the past few weeks, when he pushed her back with a quick shove before dropping to his knees to push her legs apart. She was about to let him when she remembered that she'd prepared surprises for him.

"Wait! No, I, uh," she said, hurriedly sitting up and clamping her legs shut. Leati gave her the cutest pout as he stood up. "I'm sorry, its just I got you a couple surprises but I haven't finished putting them together. Why don't you go take a shower, I'll be done by then."

"I GUESS I can wait a little while longer," he sighed dramatically, giving her a kiss and a grin. "You better be done by the time I'm out, cause I'll fuck you right where you stand, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said with a cheeky smirk as she pushed him towards the bathroom. He gave her one last kiss, and landed a smack on her ass before walking into the shower.

Aasha dug through her bag, pulling on the outfit she had put together; a white button up shirt tucked into a flow-y black skirt that barely covered her ass, white thigh high socks held up by black thigh garters, and a loosely tied black tie. She could hear her boyfriend getting out of the shower and turning on the hair dryer which gave her just enough time to brush her own hair out and pull it up into two ponytails.

She just finished tucking her brush away, and unbuttoning the top 3 buttons of her shirt when the bathroom door opened and out stepped Leati in nothing but a towel.

[hotarubi-e]

Keep a steady hand on me

Request: Would you mind doing a fanfiction with our cute little pidge getting some bad stomach flu or something? Poisoning? And the team doesn't believe her (since they might think she's cramping or something) but it's really bad..if you'd like to do a pidge ship you can do whatever! I legit ship everyone with everyone

Summary: After a difficult mission, Pidge enjoys the feast set out for her and the other paladins by the local populace. But when she starts feeling sick and struggling to breathe, it becomes painfully obvious that something is not right. And as the others all think it’s ‘cramps’, Pidge is at serious risk of suffocation at the very least, unless she manages to explain.

It had been a long day, and Pidge was feeling more than a little worse for wear. Called to the bridge early in the morning, the Paladins had been alerted to the dire situation of a planet in a nearby quadrant. From what Pidge had picked up during the short meeting, Allura had hailed the royal family in order to establish a potential allegiance, only to discover the total annihilation of all members of power. Unsurprisingly, the planets occupation by the Galra had been a disturbing turn of events to the Alteans, and they had immediately deployed the lions and their pilots to return the planet to its rightful occupants.

The fight had been long and arduous, but thankfully the casualties had been almost exclusively Galra. But the pain of losing their rulers was still fresh in the resident species’ minds, and as such the presence of the Paladins of Voltron was a cause for celebration - anything, it seemed, to lighten the hearts of those grieving such a monumental loss.

And so the Paladins had obliged, agreeing to stay for a feast and tour of the once royal grounds, begrudgingly allowing the rampant disregard for personal space and rest, purely out of a desire to be kind. Even Keith, Pidge noticed with a grin sardonic and snide, but all at once fond and filled with a sort of familial pride she hadn’t felt in the longest time. He was trying his best to be nice, even if it did result in a look that appeared somewhere between bemused and terrified.

But, at least there was food - even if Pidge was beginning to feel distinctly sick. She didn’t even know what she was eating, and with a quick, bitter stab of her fork and an unhappy rumble of her belly, she swirled the contents of her plate around so that it might smush into a slightly smaller pile of gross. Contrary to her hopes, it failed.

‘You know, I’d love to spend a day with these guys and just like, talk to them about all the cool ingredients they have here,’ at some point during her somewhat dejected manhandling of her dinner, Hunk had sidled up to her and begun to observe her movements, a small glint of worry sparking in his eye. ‘I mean, they have so many interesting tubers and root vegetables - and don’t even get me started on the herb situation - but all they seem to use is that weird gold glow-y stuff and the yellow goo. And man do I not wanna ever see edible goo again,’ he chucked, rubbing a hand over his belly. Pidge grunted and returned to her stabbing.

‘Not like it can be any worse than what Coran made last week..’ she mused, remembering the wriggling brown tentacles of the ‘delicacy’ Coran had tried to feed them less than six days ago with contempt. It had not gone down well, and the mere thought of it was enough to trigger another gurgling rumble in her gut.

‘Oh man, that was nasty!’ Hunk’s face brightened in glee at the memory, and Pidge could only imagine that he was remembering the way Lance had nearly died of fright at the mere sight of the thing. ‘Hey - You okay, Pidge?’ he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her as she stared down into her dinner. ‘you seem kinda off..’

‘Huh? O-oh, yeah.. you know what, I think I’m gonna pass on the whole conversation thing, though, head back over to Green and take a look at her compression panels. I think they were malfunctioning after that last hit I took,’ Pidge dropped her plate by her side, shifting her weight from where she sat to the balls of her feet, standing in a quick jerk that nearly had her toppling.

‘Okay, whatever you say, dude,’ Hunk muttered, but as Pidge retreated into the distant trees in search of Green, he couldn’t quite take his eyes from her back. Something about the way she moved and spoke seemed off to him, and unsettled the nerves around his heart. But if she said she was fine, then fine she would be. Who was he, after all, to distrust the word of his Paladin friend?

Pidge pulled off the maintenance door from beneath Green’s leg, tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrated. She knew she had been unfairly brusque with Hunk before, but something in her gut was making her antsy. Almost as though everything she did, every move she made were dislodging something, shaking it around in her stomach like the cube inside a magic eight ball. She had felt fine earlier, during the fight, but since settling down for the night of festivities, a feeling of ill ease had been growing in her.

It had started as a simple niggling in her gut, a dull ache surrounded by a feeling of disquiet, but over the last twenty minutes, it had grown into a very present sense of nausea. Most annoyingly for Pidge, though, was the tight feeling in her chest and throat, and the way her eyes felt like they were swelling shut.

Grunting, she dropped the maintenance door onto the ground and poked her head inside the crevice, squinting in the relative blackness. She could make out a few flashing lights that definitely should not have been doing that, but as she reached out a hand to test the wiring, a violent pang in her stomach launched her forwards and into the rim of metal running around her chest.

Pidge swore heavily, panting as she fought to regain the wind that had been knocked from her, but it was as though no matter how deep a breath she drew in, no air reached her lungs. Rather, it seemed to stay its course somewhere in her neck, lodging in the centre of her trachea.

Panic bubbled to the surface of her skin, and she dropped down from the hatch onto Green’s foot, just catching herself before hitting the ground.

‘W-what the hell was that..?’ her voice came out vaguely distant, as though it had been trapped somewhere inside of her, cutting it off before it was fully released. Breathing heavy, scared breaths, Pidge scrambled to her feet and ran for the clearing filled with people, doing everything in her power to suppress any further attempts at mutiny from her traitorous stomach.

By the time she finally found Shiro, she was so winded that she had to pause for a moment, clutching his arm to get his attention. And when she had finally regained enough breath to speak, all that came out was a wheeze.

‘Something’s wrong..’ she huffed, staring up into his concern filled eyes.

‘Pidge? What is it? Are you hurt?’

She shook her head, desperately gesturing towards her stomach. But as she did, Shiro’s eyes blew wide and a gentle blush spread like fire across his cheeks. ‘My belly.. it’s cramping like, so much.. I fell of Green’s leg - I never fall off Green. Well, I mean, aside from that time I tried to calibrate her cloaking device and -‘

‘Woah, okay, Pidge, you’re rambling,’ Shiro smiled, raising his hands in what he hoped was a calming display. ‘So, y-you’re, uh.. cramping? I mean.. I don’t really think I’m the best to talk to about this, you know?’ he scratched the back of his neck, nervous. ‘Maybe Allura would be better for this?’

‘Wait - what?’ Pidge’s face scrunched up against Shiro’s words, confusion muddling her mind. But another pang shooting through her stomach was enough to distract her from the nonsensical nature of Shiro’s comment, as she fought to stay on her feet.

‘Pidge?! Pidge, maybe you should sit down. D-do you.. have anything for this?’

‘Why the hell would I have anything for this, when I don’t even know what this is?!’ In the space of seconds, Pidge’s brain went from confused to pissed, and as Shiro just gestured weakly towards her lower half, she realised there would be no pulling the anger back. The man was clearly a moron. ‘Wait.. do you.. think I’m menstruating..?’ she narrowed her eyes, daring Shiro to nod.

The blush that had been subtle at first, seemed to explode like a super nova across Shiro’s face, and with an awkward cough he nodded, confirming Pidge’s worst fears. Of course, any mention of a cramp and that automatically ruled out any and all options but periods. But before she could school Shiro on the error of his ways, another voice drifted into the fray.

‘Hey, Shiro? Is everything okay?’ Keith asked, taking a step towards them from behind the nearest tree. Pidge wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he had been hiding, using the abundant foliage as a cover for his escape.

‘Uh, that’s a little bit of a sensitive topic, Keith,’ Shiro sighed, turning to speak more privately, as though fearful of the repercussions should they be overheard. ‘She’s, uh.. got her time of the month,’

‘Huh? Her what -? Oh. ..Oh! O-okay, yeah.. erm, s-sorry to hear that, Pidge?’

‘Oh my God..’ Pidge lamented, but yet another burst of pain from her belly had her doubling over before she could offer any further comment. She heard Keith wince vaguely from somewhere above.

‘Damn.. that looks.. unpleasant..’

‘…Understatement..’ She breathed, struggling to stay upright as pang after pang of nauseating pain ran through her. To her horror, it was followed shortly by another wave of suffocating tightness in her throat, and gasping for breath, she stared imploringly up into Shiro’s now fearful face. ‘C-castle..’ she winced. ‘y-you gotta get me to t-the castle..’

‘Okay, okay, Pidge, just try to relax, alright? As soon as we get you there, we’ll get Allura and she’ll -‘

‘No!’ Pidge shook her head, desperately trying to convey her meaning as Shiro lifted her from the ground, careful to keep her steady as he carried her through the air. ‘No, you.. you don’t understand, this isn’t..-!’

‘It’s okay, Pidge,’ Keith soothed, jogging by Shiro’s side, following them to the castle ship parked a short distance away in a large, open cleaning. ‘It’ll be alright, trust us - we’ll get you to Allura,’

Pidge tried to reply, to tell them that it wasn’t Allura who could solve her problem, but her trachea was tightening at a terrifying rate, and she knew that no words would escape her throat. So she just lay still against Shiro’s chest, hoping beyond hope that when they finally did find Allura, she would figure it out. And the sooner that happened, the better - Pidge’s eyesight was starting to go black.

She lost time. One moment they were in the forrest, next she was on the ground, fretful hands and despairing faces all swirling above her. The voices belonging to the faces she could see swam in her ears like a kaleidoscope of noise, focusing in and then fading out, but one voice picked up above the others and stuck in her mind, consoling.

‘Guys, I dunno what you think cramps look like, but that’s not it, trust me,’ Lance. The voice belonged to Lance, and with it, bought a clarity to the others as well, honing Pidge’s senses on reality.

‘Then what the hell is this? ..And anyway, how do you know what cramps look like?!’ Keith. Of course - temperamental and fierce, but deep down just concerned and caring.

‘Dude, you know I’ve got a big family - I’ve got a whole bunch of sisters, and literally every week one of ‘em’ll be complaining about being on,’

Pidge heard no reply, and assumed he had shut Keith up. At any other time or place, Pidge would have snickered at that, enjoying the banterous discourse diving the Paladins, but as it was, she found herself incapable of concern. Her stomach was in agony.

With a sharp cry, she rolled to her side, struggling past the swelling in her neck to bring up the vomit that was forcing its way out. She closed her eyes tight against on onslaught, no desire to see the flood splashing mercilessly against the ground.

‘Okay, seriously guys, what the hell is wrong with her?!’ Lance called, his voice a distant anchor that Pidge tried everything to cling onto to, to hold with everything she had. ‘Pidge? Pidge! Answer us, Goddamnit!’

‘Lance, lay off - you gotta give her some air, buddy,’ Shiro. Pidge felt his hands against her throat, one soft and warming, the other metal, cold to the touch and heavy on her skin. ‘Her throat’s swollen. Looks like an allergic reaction - what’s she eaten?’

‘Uh, j-just.. that goo stuff, with the glowing gold topping..’ She felt Hunk more than heard him, but his tight hand on her shoulder seemed to steady her breathes, weak and nauseous as they were.

‘Wait - what?! She ate that?!’

Pidge couldn’t figure out quite why Keith sounded so upset, but it worried her, a low, unhappy keen letting itself from her teeth in response. Shiro shushed her gently, hands rubbing circles, soothing and slow across her gut.

‘What’s wrong with her eating that? Everyone did,’

‘Lance, it’s made of pollen - the locals here eat it as a delicacy, they were telling me all about it earlier. I thought..- I thought they’d have let you all know, I -…’

Shiro’s hands still a second, pulling a whine like thunder from Pidge’s aching chest, and a pant, sharp and agonising soon followed suit. ‘Sorry, Pidge. Keith - why couldn’t Pidge eat the pollen?’

‘..She’s allergic to it, Shiro.. remember? She has hay fever, and I guess.. well maybe seeing as she ingested so much of it, maybe..’

‘Maybe it made her sick..’ Shiro finished for him just as another spill of vomit slid unobstructed from Pidge’s lips. ‘Okay.. okay, Lance, run ahead to the castle, take Hunk with you and set up a healing pod. Keith, go and find Coran and Allura - we need to call this party off and see to Pidge. I’ll get her back onto the ship,’

‘Got it,’

‘Leave it to me,’

‘Yes sir,’

She was hoisted into the air once again, and into Shiro’s chest she shivered, feeling not for the first time thankful for the men around her. Slow and oblivious they may have been, but hearts the size of empires lay behind their ribs, and intentions so good they were blinding.

But best of all, they were always there, just sat waiting to keep Pidge steady, and that was more than she could ever have dared to dream of.