#like the best i have is a normal for blues its a pain in the ass

[tyrian-sexual]

begging for more grimm so i can update all these fucking UR cards i got

[hurtmemoreplease]

Hey. Pay attention. This is important. Listen very carefully.

Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is of vital importance.

You're going to find one of those trans girls; you know the type. Insecure, overly-agreeable, quick to offer her time and energy to the cause of making other people happy. You'll find her topping other trans girls, or DMing a campaign, or doing her best to make other people like her feel desirable and wanted. Yes, I see the light dawning in your eyes - you know exactly who I mean.

Once you find her, you'll need to act quick. You need to push her down, get her while she's high, or simply overpower her if possible, but you need to get a collar around her neck ASAP. She'll struggle, deny that she needs it, ask you what you want instead. You have options here; you can tell her that you want her, or you can tell her to shut up and make it clear through your actions.

Regardless, once you've tightened the collar around her neck, she should go limp and get all pliable. This is where the fun begins, and is absolutely critical that you have fun. Her pleasure (and pain!) should be the first priority, but if you're not enjoying yourself, she WILL know. Still, this is your chance to play around with a tgirl. Take full advantage of it! Feel up her tits, stick your fingers in her mouth - enjoy her dumb little sensitive moans. I'd recommend employing some light hypnosis to make things easier next time; implant some commands to make her melt whenever you'd like!

DO NOT MAKE HER TOP. DO NOT TOUCH HER DICK UNLESS YOU ARE 1,000% POSITIVE YOU ARE TREATING HER LIKE A GIRL. IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN THEN DON'T TOUCH HER DICK.

When she's getting tired, or has cum, or has started to tap out, then its time to move onto the second to last step - don't let it end. Don't take her collar off. Put her in the chastity cage that she bought and barely used. This is her new normal now, and she's going to have to accept it. Tell her that! Tell her that she belongs to you; that her cock might as well not be there anymore. Tell her that her body exists for your pleasure. She's your toy. A cute, submissive little pet for you to use and abuse at your leisure.

Here's the real final step - make good on your promise. Feel her up. Don't make it a one time thing. Don't let it be a once in a blue moon occasion. You've stripped her bare, forced her to give in and submit for her own sake and for yours, instead of sacrificing her own engagement for other people's pleasure. Don't waste that vulnerability.

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice. 

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later. 

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache. 

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits. 

And waits. 

And waits. 

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags. 

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm. 

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says. 

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.” 

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it. 

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light. 

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks. 

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.” 

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head. 

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.” 

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.” 

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates. 

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn. 

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself. 

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics. 

And Remus has found many flaws. 

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!” 

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes. 

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level. 

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension. 

“Sirius…” 

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.” 

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?” 

“Okay—” 

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—” 

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.” 

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’. 

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light. 

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for. 

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.” 

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly. 

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

[sparklyskies0]

𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥 ꣑ৎ c.s

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) you show chris your halloween costumes

⋆౨ৎ ₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

You had bought a couple of costumes. since you couldn’t decide on only one. you purchased some for you, and some for both you and chris for couples costumes. It’s your favorite time of year and you were determined to find the perfect costume for the halloween party coming up, wanting to look your best.

you had told chris to stay still on the bed as you scurried in the closet to find which costume to try on first. “i dunno why you can’t just change in front of me, ma” chris’s voice called out to you in the closet as he sat impatiently on the bed. His elbows behind hoisting him up as he lent back on the bed. His phone in his left hand for some kind of distraction as he waited for you.

“cus its supposed to be a surprise” you responded. Carefully stepping into the chucky costume you had ordered. Adjusting anything you needed to. “i hate surprises, I w’na see you” you can hear him sigh as he spoke. You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you didn’t care. His pain and suffering will be worth it when he sees you.

you chuckle at his whining, slipping on the knee high white socks with blue and red stripes that came with the costume on. Not knowing what shoes you were going to wear yet you decide to say fuck it and present the outfit the way it is. You grabbed the fake knife and walk out of the closet.

As soon as you stepped out chris’s eyes dropped to the exposed flesh of your thighs. you stand in front of him, Hand on your hip, biting your lip in anticipation as you wait his reaction. Though by the look on his face, you can tell exactly what he was thinking without him uttering a word. “so..” you start

“ya like?” your eyebrows raised, as you scan his expressions. He bit his lip, clearly not having the words right now. The costume isn’t sexy enough, you both knew that. But the way your body looked in it was enough to get him going.

“turn around.” he said simply, his voice low, kind of like he’s holding back a moan or something. without hesitation you turn around, giving him a full view of the back. The way the piece of clothing barely covers your whole ass. Your cheeks very much exposed. If chris wasn’t so hypnotized he’ll stand up and smack it. But he knew there was more to come, he could control himself for now.

“damn ma, you look good” he spoke, his blue eyes roaming all over your figure, taking you in. It was like a sculpture, a piece of art that he can’t help but admire. you belong in a gallery, he always told you that.

“thank you baby, im glad you like it” you smile at his compliment. “next one” you return to the closet. Taking off the costume carefully but quickly.

chris on the other hand let out a strained sigh as you left his sight yet again, his hand going down to his pants adjusting his arousal he got just from looking at you. At first, he was not really feeling the whole surprise costume try on thing, he hated waiting. Especially when it came down to something for you to wear. One of his favorite things is watching you undress and get dressed so for him not being allowed to see any of that till you say so frustrated him. until he saw how you looked in the first costume, now he’s down to wait. Since he gets rewarded with the sight of you.

the next costume you’re putting on has to be on the list of your favorites, it’s your part of the couples costume for you and chris. You’re velma, He’s shaggy. You pulled the orange crop top down onto your body. the circle cut in between enough to show off your cleavage. You slip on the leather red short skirt , knowing that if you wear this in public. Bending down might be a hassle. Finishing the touch with the knee high orange socks you slip on the heels you got to go with it, giving you enough height to manipulate your normally short self.

“ready?” you call out to chris, wanting to hear it from him first. It wasn’t long before you heard an excited yes from him. You step out of the closet, this time with a wide smile on your face. You liked this one a lot. Chris let out a hiss at the sight of you, biting his pink lips once again. “god ma, you driving me crazy here” he said

you chuckle at him “you like it huh” you say, turning around. “the skirts short as hell though” you bent down slightly, to prove your point but not enough to cause chris to get any more hotter than he already is but knowing him he will anyway.

chris nods immediately “yea that might be a problem” he said, a hint of protectiveness and possession in his voice. His eyes glued to your ass. How the bottom of your cheeks were covered just barely. He did take note of the easy access though, knowing that if you aren’t wearing panties he can slip in at any moment no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

“I got you the shaggy costume too, we can match” you said, it sounded like a question but it was a statement. He was going to wear the costume whether it was for the party or not, even just for pictures or something. The concept is too cute to pass up. He nodded in agreement, loving the idea just as much as you. Even if he didn’t, he’d still do it, he’d do anything for you. you both knew that. “bet” he replied

“im ready for the next one” he says, “how much do you got left?” he tried to subtly adjust himself once again. “like one or two left, i don’t remember” you answer. You disappear back into the closet. Changing out of this one.

The next costume was the easiest. It was freddy krueger and you knew you didn’t need to do much besides order a red and green striped sweater and cut rips and holes into it yourself. You refused to let chris see the finish product until now. You already owned a black mini skirt so you were pretty much set. Topping it off with your fishnets and the glove you step out of the closet.

The smirk on chris’s face was priceless, you’re not sure if it was because of how short the skirt was, or the fact that your red lace bra was visible through the hole you cut in the middle for the sexy effect. “i like this one. simple but you look sexy as fuck in it” he says, in a slight mutter

you take that as a victory. “okay the last one I think you’ll like a lot, hold on to your socks” you warn heading back into the closet

You change out of it and carefully step into the dress to your pirate costume, you made sure you got the shortest dress you can find. wanting this to be the one that brings chris to snap and lose his mind. you struggle for a second to strap on the corset on your own but you manage. Focusing on putting everything on correctly as you stand in front of the mirror in the closet. Luckily you had your own gold belt bangle piece to wrap around your waist. You pull your fishnet socks with the bow at the top on and your black high heels. Now this one was your favorite. It was sexy and the perfectly good costume for you, especially to wear at the party. You had more pieces to put the outfit together, like the bandana and a sword. but for now, it’s just the basics.

“okay this one is my favorite” you bit your lip as you step out. Chris’s jaw practically dropped. From your thighs to your waist to your boobs, his eyes roamed . “this is the one im wearing, I think..” you say. You scan his face.

he sits up straight. licking his lips he muttered, “c’mere”

you walk over to him. now stood in between his legs. His hands trailed up and down the back of your thigh. sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his warm hands on your body enough to make you moan out loud.

“you looked so good in all of those baby, you’re so beautiful ” he lets out a hum. “but this one…”

“this is the one.” he bites his lip. your hands softly massaged and caressed his shoulders as you look down at him, his eyes admiring your lower half as his hands feel and roam over your thighs and backside. he can feel his pants get tighter as his arousal grows. He’s been in heat this whole time that now it’s starting to hurt.

“the things i wanna do to you in this…” he lets out a frustrated and lusty sigh. he looked up at you, his eyes burning with need and desire. His hands make their way under the dress. Tracing along the fabric of your thong. You moan softly when you feel his finger graze your center.

“take these off ma, ..please..?”

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

idk how to feel abt this

this was supposed to be a blurb but

I think it’s too long for that 😭😭

anyways hope you like this I tried!!

more halloween content soon tho fr

xoxo paris

[tiredfox64]

Omg I just read the pipsqueak story, plzzz can I suggest g/t story's where the reader is shrunken down maybe with the other lin kuei bros or the farmer boys or even liu kang xxx. You can decide the prompt. But seriously. That was one of the best g/t stories I've ever read in my life😭❤️❤️🫂 📚. Thank you so much for writing it.

Hats Off to You

Yip notes: The best?!?! Nooooo, it couldn’t possibly be :3. As a furry I think I will always be weary of g/t and I won’t elaborate on that point.

Pairings: Raiden x Gn reader x Kung Lao

Warnings‼️: Oh dammit I lost you in my LPS bin

Don’t say Liu Kang never warned you three about Shang Tsung. He a tricky and manipulative snake that will do anything to prevent getting captured. It was hard enough getting into Earthrealm, he’s not gonna let you capture him that easily. Treating him like a fool, how dare you!

Liu Kang immediately sent you, Raiden, and Kung Lao out when he detected the sorcerer made his way to Earthrealm. He had no clue what he wanted or what he was here for but he was not gonna wait to see. You and Kung Lao were running in, guns a blazing from the get-go. Raiden was, of course, the responsible one and wanted to catch Shang Tsung off guard. It’s a little hard to do that when Kung Lao throws his hat the moment he saw Shang Tsung’s hair flowing in the wind. It didn’t stick the landing but it did stick to a tree trunk. The poor squirrel inside the trunk, hibernation came early for it.

You three surrounded the sorcerer. His head snapped around, looking for a way to escape. It would not be easy and he’d have to unfortunately use his resources. Whether he killed someone or merely distracted you all didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get out.

Thanks to your bravery and stupidity, you were the first to lunge at him. He turned around at that moment and saw you were a few feet away with your hands held out to tackle him. To your surprise, you saw him lift up his hand and in it was a glass bottle. The cork popped off with ease and he splashed you with the contents of the bottle. He was like a priest with holy water but instead of blessing you he was cursing you with something unknown.

The liquid was thick. It was a headache inducing neon blue. It felt like slime was poured over your head and dripped down the front of your body. It bubbled quickly like thick soup that was getting too hot. Steam emitted from the liquid and grew thicker around you.

What was gonna happen to you? Would you melt into a puddle of your own flesh and blood? Would some fiendish beast grow out of you?

You heard Raiden and Kung Lao yell your name in a panic. They believed you were a goner, you were a poor soul that was met with a terrible fate. Shang Tsung cackled at the display of fear that was present in all of you. You were desperately trying to wipe the liquid off but it only stuck to you more. The steam grew too thick and you felt something change about you. The change, however, wasn’t painful. It was almost quieting as the world around you grew bigger. No, actually it didn’t. The world was normal, you were getting smaller.

The steam cleared and they all saw you. You looked fine except for the fact that you were the size of a Norway rat. Raiden and Kung Lao stared with their mouths open. Shang Tsung narrowed his eyes due to annoyance and to also get a better look at you.

“What!?” He shouted angrily before looking at the bottle.

He looked at the label and saw that this was not a potion that was in anyway harmful. This potion was more built for distractions if anything. Why did he even make such a stupid potion?!

The sound of Shang Tsung’s anger broke the men’s trance and they leaped into action. Raiden quickly ran over to you, kneeling down to scoop you into his hands. Kung Lao launched his razor-brimmed hat at Shang Tsung and it landed. It grazed his arm, making him scream in pain and drop the glass bottle. The hat turned around and made its way back to Shang Tsung in another attempt to cut him. He just narrowly dodged and it flew back into Kung Lao’s hand. He went to throw it again but Shang Tsung used his sorcerer magic to teleport away from the attack. He could be anywhere at that point but that wasn’t their concern. Their concern was you.

“By the elder gods, are you okay? Are you in any pain?” Raiden softly tilted you around on his hand to check for any damages.

You stared down at your tiny hands while looking at Raiden’s fingers that curled up again you. This felt…strange to say the least. You looked at the rest of your body to see if there were any injuries. There were none to see and none to be felt.

“I think I’m fine. But I’m clearly not myself.”

“Hey,” Kung Lao yelled for Raiden’s attention, “He dropped the bottle.”

He leaned down and grabbed the bottle and cork to close it again. There was some liquid still left in the bottle, maybe someone could find a reverse for this potion. An antidote of sorts.

Raiden walked over to him while looking around the area. He let out a sigh of disappointment not because of you but because he couldn’t see Shang Tsung.

“He got away, there is nothing we can do if we don’t know where he is.”

“But Raiden, he couldn’t have gone far. Maybe we can run around and—“

“We can’t focus on that when he shrunk one of our companions. Think of the other potions he could have on hand.”

Kung Lao sighed before looking down at you in the palm of Raiden’s hands. There was a look of pity in his eyes. It shouldn’t have happened. If only he had better aim he could’ve taken Shang Tsung down before you were affected. But there was no point mopping about. Raiden was right. It might be best to go back to the Wu Shi and see if there is anything Liu Kang could do.

“Alright, we should go back and tell Lord Liu Kang what happened. But you might want to put them somewhere other than your hands. You know, with the amulet and stuff.”

Oh, that’s right, Raiden was holding onto his amulet. Probably won’t do you good if you are electrocuted by accident on top of being small. How’d you even miss the large glowing thing?

Raiden looked everywhere on his body for a place to put you but he had no pockets. He would’ve ask Kung Lao to carry you but what if he needed to use his hands to throw his hat? Both the men thought long and hard on how to get back without you possibly getting hurt. Kung Lao snapped his fingers like he had the greatest idea ever.

“Ratatouille!” He yelled.

“No, Kung Lao, no,” Raiden whined, “Why are you thinking about food right now?”

“The movie! Remember the movie that Johnny forced us to watch with the silly rat that cooked.”

The realization hit Raiden and he understood what Kung Lao was suggesting. He looked down at you, waiting to see your reaction. You just stared in some random direction because you were thinking about the fact that they saw you as a rat.

Ah but a rat that can cook, let’s keep that in mind.

“Fine. Put me on your head.” You gave him the go ahead.

Raiden slipped off his straw hat and placed you on top of his head. You hook your hands through the strands of shiny black hair that he neatly had in a bun. He had Kung Lao help him with putting it back on as to not accidentally knock you off. You were covered by his hat, light and air still seeping through the material. It was quite comfortable actually. You could get used to it.

“Are you okay up there?” Raiden asked softly. You gave a light tug that shocked a nerve of his.

“Understood. Let’s get back to the Shaolin for some guidance.”

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The Shaolin could not provide any help. Outworld magic is not their business. This would be a job for Liu Kang except he wasn’t in.

You may have lost Shang Tsung but Liu Kang found him soon after. Shang Tsung teleported to the wrong place at the wrong time and was now being hunted down by Lord Liu Kang. He will show no mercy.

You’re forced to wait for Liu Kang to return to have a possible chance of returning to normal. Maybe he can reverse what happened to you or even force Shang Tsung to find a solution. Something, anything would be useful. Oh well, looks like you’ll be stuck as a pipsqueak with two giant bodyguards. Make the most of your time.

Raiden took off his straw hat to let you out finally. Kung Lao picked you up gently and by gently that means he pinched the back of your neck, making you feel paralyzed until he put you in the palm of his hand.

“What do we do now?” He asked Raiden.

“There is nothing we can do. We just have to wait and make sure they stay safe.” He replied while rubbing your cheek with his knuckle.

He wasn’t really thinking about it. It’s just his instincts to do that to any small creature that is near him. And yes, he knows you’re not a creature you are human just like him. But you’re so small how can he not rub those cheeks as you pout about the situation. You can’t say it didn’t feel good to you. His knuckle would occasionally rub more than your cheek like behind your ear and the side of your head. It hit the right spots that could make you feel like you were on ecstasy while also getting sleepy. He left you lying in Kung Lao’s hand all euphoric as he kept rubbing the side of your face. You clearly liked it so he kept going.

You should’ve seen Raiden’s face. He was pointing you out to Kung Lao like you weren’t in his hands. He was pointing you out like you were the most adorable being ever with the way you accepted his pets. Kung Lao stared back at him with a look that screamed “are you being serious?” Look who’s talking.

“You don’t need to patronize them by treating them like a pet.”

“I’m not doing that. What makes you say that?”

“Oh yes you are. You’re petting them like they are a new born kitten. They’re fine.”

“I know they’re fine and I’m not treating them like a pet. They clearly like it.” Raiden pulled his finger away from you to your dismay.

The two bickered about how you should be treated like they what you want. You were jumping on Kung Lao’s hand trying to get Raiden to come pet you again. You didn’t reach that peak where a shiver runs down your spine. What’s the point of being petted like that if you don’t get to the point your brain is mush?

“Don’t I have a say in how I should be treated?!” You yelled, but no one would hear. Story of your life.

You just sat in Kung Lao’s hand with your arms crossed and pure anger in your eyes. You tried to coerce him into petting you by rubbing your face on his thumb. The only thing that you got was his thumb rubbing the top of your head and making you dizzy from the circular motion. Ah forget it, let them argue it out.

Growwwwwwlllllll

A low rumbling was heard by all of you. A growl that begged for food. We all know who could possibly be hungry.

Kung Lao tried to pin it off on you by pointing at you but Raiden smacked his hand away. Ain’t no way your small body made such a loud statement. He let out a sigh before placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s something we can do. We can get some food. Shall we visit Madam Bo?” Raiden suggested.

“Is that even a question?”

Raiden smiled and tried to take you from Kung Lao’s hands but he pulled away. He stared at Raiden like he was out of his mind trying to take you away.

“You got to carry them back it’s my turn now.” He placed you on top of his hat where you had to cling to the dark brown straw straps of it. Guess you’re riding this ride now.

“Weren’t you just arguing with me about treating them like a pet and not a human? You didn’t even let them have a say on who they go with!”

“This is to make it fair since you brought them back and I get to bring them to Madam Bo’s. It evens it out.”

“What are you talking about, evening what out?!”

The monks came around to shush them for being so loud, all that arguing and what not. This is a monastery, have some respect.

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Madam Bo was quite shocked that you lost some pounds…and height…you lost a lot. Raiden and Kung Lao had to explain that it was a freak accident and it was in no way their fault. They didn’t want her to smack them thinking it was all their fault.

She was quick to seat you all, you having to sit right on the table. With the amount of food Kung Lao ordered there was no point in having you or Raiden say your orders. He basically ordered for you. And damn near ate your order if Raiden didn’t stop him.

Every bit of food that Kung Lao gave you was too big. A slice of beef would’ve choked you if you tried to take it in. Raiden had to be the one to cut them into smaller pieces for you to eat. It was still a struggle no matter what. Too much meat!

Maybe balance it with some vegetables—KNOCK IT OFF KUNG LAO THAT CARROT IS TOO BIG. A bean sprout is a better option for you. You did look silly chewing on the whole thing. You were like a bunny that was given a long dandelion stem and didn’t stop munching till you got to the end. Raiden had to hold himself back from laughing. Kung Lao did let out a chuckle which resulted in him choking a little.

Ah but the grand entree that took you out was that one soup dumpling. Raiden poked a hole through for you to slurp the broth. It was a constant pattern of blowing on it, slurping, blowing, slurping, feeling the broth flow down your throat, blowing again. It was so good and you managed to drink all the broth but the dumpling itself…no. Yeah, any more food and you’d feel like your belly would combust.

You were left with a satisfied smile on your face as you laid on Kung Lao’s chest. He had that same satisfied look on his face before he burped. It almost scared you off with how loud it was. But what a silly sight for Raiden, watching you both pat your bellies. Maybe having you be small isn’t so bad, it makes things cuter.

You know what isn’t cute? The bill. Madam Bo slammed it down on the table and waited to see who would pay. Uh it clearly wouldn’t be you, you left your wallet behind silly! So it’s up to the men to figure it out.

“Well since I paid last time I think it’s your turn-“ Raiden paused when he saw Kung Lao already getting up from his seat while placing you on his hat, “Hey! Where are you going?”

“I paid the last time we were here.”

“No, you didn’t. Johnny paid for us.”

“That’s not what I remember…”

Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be. Kung Lao gonna twist this situation to get his way. Well Raiden won’t let that slide and unfortunately you are in the middle of this situation.

“I am not paying for all of this.”

“If that’s how it’s gonna be then we might as well handle this man to man.”

Before you could even object to anybody starting a fight in the tea house, Kung Lao already got a grip on his hat. He flung it right at Raiden while he grabbed his amulet. As that hat spun past Raiden, it occurred to them both that you were still on his hat. When did they remember? WHEN YOUR SCREAMS COULD BE HEARD AS YOU PASSED RAIDEN���S HEAD.

The hat luckily circled back before hitting anything. Raiden ducked and Kung Lao quickly caught it with both hands. You were left disheveled and shaking with your hands gripping any part of the hat. You had a death grip on it to make sure death didn’t grip you.

“I’m sorry! That wasn’t intentional at all!” Kung Lao apologized profusely, checking to see if you were hurt physically. You were definitely scarred mentally.

Madam Bo’s voice could be heard as she yelled at the two for causing such trouble. She smack them on the back of their head before making them pay the bill. They BOTH had to pay.

She had to get you this tiny cup of ginger tea to settle your stomach after that ride that you never consented to. The world was still spinning and she had to spoon feed the tea to you while Kung Lao rubbed your back with two fingers.

“I feel sorry for you, having to deal with these thick headed fools,” she was really pitying you, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Bleh”

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When you guys went back to the Wu Shi you were ecstatic to find Lord Liu Kang back. Maybe now you could get answers on how to get back to normal. He even had Shang Tsung captured so maybe he can force him to do something.

Liu Kang stared at you with his glowing eyes. He’s glad you weren’t dead but this was unexpected nonetheless. He really did want to help you…but even his godly powers couldn’t figure this out. Look, it’s hard, don’t get mad at him. The next option was to force Shang Tsung to make an antidote which he never does. Having him even agree to that would be a huge hassle. You will unfortunately stay small for a long time. Get used to it, Raiden and Kung Lao already have.

The moment Liu Kang even said they would have to watch over you, Raiden’s eyes sparkled. That might’ve been actual electricity in his eyes but whatever. He’s more than happy to have you stay this way. It makes it easier for him to squish you against his face and nuzzle you. Whoops, it’s super effective, now you’re paralyzed until he lets you go.

Kung Lao will have to find a better place to put you. You will NEVER go back on his hat again.

Yap notes: I’m weirdly inclined to do g/t fanfic when I’m feeling bad in some way. When I started it my throat was hurting a lot cause of smoke in the air. My throat still be hurting so it must be a curse of some kind ;-; oh well. I hopefully will be getting a Hanzo fanfic done soon cause obviously smoke in the air, lots of fires in my state. Might as well make it comedic to cope. Adiós!

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 13

Sometimes people conflate hating a character, who should be hated according to the story, with hating the story, so I want to make it clear that The Loyal Pin is one of the best GLs I have ever watched AND I hate Patricia because she is the reason we are in this marriage boat now, yet keeps acting like she is doing this for Pin.

Pink Person Pin didn't lose her color last episode because she is happy, Patricia!

I don't have color-coded girls losing their colors and crying this episode because this is all happening for their best interest, Patricia!

But unlike Patricia, Anin's mother actually has a decent conversation with her where Anin stands her ground and declares regardless if her and Pin are together, she will not marry a man.

And Anin's loyal and dependable Blue Boy brother Anantawut proves his color was intentional and comforts her in her moment of despair.

Unlike her sonso little brother, Red Rascal Anon, who can't read the room nor wear his color.

While Anin's mom wears Anin's color, Patricia does whatever she does with this orange color that I still can't figure out!

But I do find it interesting that Kuea always matches everyone else except the girl he is supposedly in love with, so even though I know he will wear it at their engagement, he is doing a lot of hootin' and hollerin' for someone who hasn't even shown he loves his girl.

Which reminds me . . . Anin hasn't worn pink yet. She has done everything to show Pin she loves her including trying to give up her title to be with Pin but if Idol Factory is pulling another GAP where the other color-coded character won't wear pink until the final episode, I'm going to scream!

But back to hating Patricia! Pin isn't wearing her normal soft pink during this engagement conversation, but instead opting for Pat's darker version, which I'm not thrilled about, but at least she isn't brown.

And Anin is the darkest blue she has ever been as she learns of the engagement ceremony.

BUT PIN IS WEARING BLUE!

Pin could just have her Blue Beauty instead of wearing Anin's color as a declaration of her love. Even Prik and Pah see the pain these two are in! JUST BE TOGETHER!

Nobody wants your food, Patricia! Nor your color alliance! You messed up, sis. Don't try to do right by the girls now. Keep your cookies and your bullshit. Both of them are bad for our health.

Save the comfort and kindness to a only color-coded royal in this story who understands what it means to be loyal!

The show didn't have to do this to me! Not them in their colors, y'all!

THIS IS HURTING ME!

But not has much as this scene where Patricia dotes on Pin for two whole seconds before she notices the in-laws arrived and promptly walks away from Pin.

Kuea is all for show. This pink ain't real and neither is his love. He makes my whole digestive system revolt, so it's appropriate that he looks like a walking bottle of Pepto-Bismol.

Everyone is wearing their color, and in a room full of lukewarm royals, be a solid and loyal Blue Boy. Anantawut, I'm sorry I ever doubted you, future king. You are an ally and your PFLAG award is on its way.

Ueangfah's mom was out of pocket with that line about having kids, but Patricia and Anin's parents stating that love should overcome obstacles and should last forever, when Patricia is actively THE obstacle in the way of long lasting love, is ironic.

But a Blue Beauty is finally here with looks to kill, and Anin is going down as one of the best characters to ever be depressed yet still serve cunt. A true idol!

Becky and Freen better win all the awards for this series because the moment of Anin waiting for Pin to look her in the face alone is running circles around everyone.

On God, Anon, STFU! Now is not the time to be a Red Rascal and stir the pot. YOUR SISTER IS SUFFERING!

MY BABYGIRL IS PERFECT!

This entire series has been a subtle conversation about class and gender inequality, but this ending conversation really got me. The men would not save Aon's life when she had drowned because she was a woman, Anantawut mentioned that he did not get to marry for love, and now the love of my life is saying she is sad for Pin because her future is the same, yet they all have hope that Anin will the one to escape this shitty system. Her whole squad, including Prik who refuses to move unless Anin does, is rooting for her to be brave and keep fighting.

This show got me all the way in my feels.

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Dead Man Walking

✧˚ · . y/n plays doctor with Donnie after he gets jumped...

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, fluff

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Donnie laid on the cold hard ground. The moonlight shone down on him. The cold autumn breeze was stuck in his throat, sending chills down his spine. His chest heaved up and down, trying to catch the breath he got knocked out of him. Seth and Ricky were long gone by now, speeding off in their car.

It was around 10:00 PM. Donnie was just trying to have a normal night, get some fresh air by going on a walk. Yet here came Seth and Ricky, pulling up beside him in their trashed car. They jumped out of the vehicle, grabbing Donnie by the neck. They shoved him to the ground, beating him instantly. They punched his face, kicked his ribs, and stomped his chest. Donnie was no weakling, so he of course tried fighting back. Unfortunately, when theres two meat heads jumping you, its kind of hard to use some self defense. They beat him for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to 10 minutes. After they beat Donnie to a pulp, Seth and Ricky got in their car and drove off.

He rolled on his side, pain surging through his body. The first thing that popped into Donnie's mind was Y/n. He wanted her, he needed her. He picked himself up off of the ground, stumbling a bit. He limped down the road on the way to Y/ns house. Thankfully, Donnie and Y/n lived in the same neighborhood, meaning he didn't have to walk very far from where he was.

After a few minutes, Donnie finally arrived at his girlfriends house. He knocked on the door. He saw Y/n peek through the blinds, swinging the door open as soon as she noticed it was him. Her mouth fell open at the horrid sight before her. Donnie was covered in dirt and blood. His eyebrow was busted, a small cut dripped with blood. His left eye was already bruised and swollen. His nose and mouth were bloody, and maybe even a little crooked. He had numerous cuts and scrapes all over him, from his face to his arms. "D..Donnie? Baby what happened?" Y/n asked frantically. Donnie walked towards her, embracing her. She held Donnie, feeling his blood drip onto her t-shirt. Suddenly, he fell to his knees, dragging Y/n down. "Seth..Ricky...they..beat me." Donnie looked at the ground, ashamed of himself. Y/n picked him up by the shoulders, carrying him into her house.

Donnie sat on the toilet seat, Y/n in front of him. She cleaned his cuts and iced his bruises. There was a small first aid kit resting on the bathroom counter and a bowl of ice cubes beside it. Y/n held a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hand. Donnie sucked his teeth, feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol being pressed onto his cut. "I know, my love. Im sorry, just this one more and we'll be done." Y/n was gently fixing him up, her soft hands grazing his face. Although Donnie was in immense pain, it felt nice being babied. Y/n put a bandaid over one of his numerous cuts, finally finished to the best of her abilities. "There. All better." Donnie stood up and looked in the mirror. His eye was still black and swollen, but he definitely looked and felt better than before. Y/n snaked her arms around Donnie, hugging him from behind. He winced in pain, pressure being put on the cuts and bruises around his torso. Y/n lifted up his shirt, exposing nasty wounds from the beating. She looked up at Donnie sympathetically. "Those pricks are gonna pay for this. Tomorrow we gotta tell the principal-" "No, Y/n. We cant. Why would we, so they can kick my ass again? Kill me this time?" Donnie cut Y/n off. His eyes had that crazy look in them, the one that she knew all too well. Y/n backed off, understanding that he was just frustrated. Donnies expression softened, feeling bad for snapping at his girlfriend. "Im sorry baby. Its just...I don't want you to think i'm weak. Like i cant protect you." Donnie felt like a pussy. Emasculated. Y/n cupped his cheek, looking deep into his blue puppy eyes. "I know you're not weak, Don." Y/n pressed a kiss to his lips, still swollen. Donnie put his hand over hers, smiling.

The pair laid on Y/ns couch. Y/n didnt even care about her parents catching Donnie in their house at this late hour. All she was worried about was her baby. Donnie recounted the events that had just happened as Y/n ran her fingers through his hair. They didn't speak about what was gonna happen next, what was gonna happen tomorrow at school. They simply relished in eachothers presence. After a few moments of silence, Y/n looked down at her chest to see that Donnie had fallen asleep. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, snuggling him.

She was gonna make those pieces of shit's lives a living fucking nightmare.

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(wow dis was a random idea lol i thought it was a cute lil concept tho. pt 2 of girl next door will be out on friday :3)

[luffington]

hello author!! your doflamingo smut is how i found you. its very well written!!

could i request a smut with either crocodile or kami enel? my two favorites 💞

i dont have much to request on plot (go crazy!!), but could the reader be transmale and have a personality similar to the one in the doffy smut?

thank you~!

➤ pairing: sir crocodile x afab!reader

➤ word count: 1.7k

➤ warnings: PWP, light bondage, oral (m receiving), degradation, mild pain kink, overstimulation

aww i'm so glad you like my work!! i hope this lives up to your expectations <3 the reader isn't explicitly transmasc but they're only briefly mentioned to be afab!

and i love enel too!! he's more laidback than doffy and croc so i feel like he'd be a little more normal about dealing with a confident partner? or maybe i just wanna bully croc idk

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

“You’re getting on my fucking nerves.” Crocodile growled, glaring down at your naked body sprawled out on his obscenely large and luxurious bed.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” With a sly grin, you added, “Maybe a second pair of handcuffs would get the message across.” You rattled the Sea Prism Stone cuffs digging into your wrists. 

He had carefully slipped them on using the tip of his hook, temporarily sacrificing his own strength to immobilize you and drain your powers. As expected, he didn’t ask for your consent, but you never protested. You felt honored to have pissed him off that much, and equally amused by the fact that even his cold, fleshless hook was affected by Sea Prism Stone – something you could tease him about later.

“A tempting suggestion, darling, but I need your ankles as far apart as possible,” he replied smoothly, taking a puff of his cigar and leaning down to blow the pungent smoke in your face. You tried your best not to cough but your lungs gave in and he chuckled in satisfaction. You could verbally provoke him all you wanted, but your body’s natural reactions were out of your control. 

The two of you had an… interesting relationship. You were a high-ranking Baroque Works agent who got a little too curious and dug deep enough into the organization to discover Mr. 0’s true identity. When you marched into Rain Dinners several months ago and demanded to see your boss in person, he almost shoved you into a Bananawani’s jaws.

But you were undeniably good at your job, and you tracked down his identity out of purely selfish interest. You had no desire to reveal his identity to the public or other agents and no ulterior motive. So now you spent half of your time carrying out his orders swiftly and cleanly, and the other half lounging in his lavish Rainbase mansion. Your punishment for your insolence was to become his ‘stress relief toy’. Ironic, considering he never seemed stressed, just mildly annoyed at best. You actually enjoyed your current situation – he was an incredible fuck, rough and unrelenting just the way you liked it. And with all of his luxuries at your disposal, you were certain you made at least double Mr. 1’s salary.

Crocodile’s broad, scarred torso was on full display for you but he still looked perfectly composed, not a strand of hair out of place or a single crease in his expensive tailored pants. In contrast, you were coated in a thin layer of sweat, covered in blooming bruises and hickeys and still panting softly from your third orgasm of the night. You would think he was completely unaffected if not for the massive tent in his slacks.

You nodded your chin at his erection. “You want any help with that or do you get off on blue-balling yourself?”

“Unlike you, I actually have stamina,�� he drawled, but began undoing his belt buckle with slow and calculated movements. “However, I do need a break from your annoying commentary.” 

Why the hell would you stop annoying him? He loved punishing you just as much as you loved getting under his skin. Gags always seemed to be a part of your fuck sessions, usually in the form of his scarf tied around your head or ring-adorned fingers shoved down your throat. But his cock was definitely your favorite way of being silenced. You salivated at what was to come, watching with bright eyes as he let his pants fall to the floor and his boxers followed soon after. 

“What a needy little slut.” He chuckled, knowing your dazed expression poured gasoline on his flaming ego. “You can act as confident as you like but we both know you get weak in the knees as soon as I whip my cock out.”

“Well, now you’ve ruined it.” You pouted prettily. “I was gonna be good, but now I might bite.”

“You’d get a mouthful of sand, and I would make sure you choked on it.” Certainly not a pleasant thought, so you kept quiet. He tapped your cheek firmly. “Lift your head.” 

You did as he asked and he slid a second large pillow underneath you, making your neck rest at an awkward, half-upright angle. You knew that dull ache would linger for hours, much like the upwards strain in your shoulders from your arms pulled taut. 

Crocodile climbed on the bed and straddled your torso with his muscular thighs, weight pressing down on your chest just enough to make it uncomfortable. His dick was less than an inch away from your lips. Looking as doe-eyed and innocent as possible, you stared into his cold, dark eyes as you stuck your tongue out. Tenderly licking the tip with feather-light swipes of your tongue, relishing the salty taste of his precum and how easily you coaxed out more of it.

“Very cute,” he snickered. “But you know I hate teasing.”

Pouting, you responded, “You like teasing me.”

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and slapped it against your face repeatedly, smushing your cheeks with the head and smearing a few drops of precum into your skin. “You’re still putting up this arrogant front?” He chided you with a click of his tongue. “I know those cuffs are sapping away your energy. I, however, am raring to go.”

“So stop talking and stick your dick in my mouth.”

Not wasting a moment, he swiftly smacked you with the back of his hand, his heavy jeweled rings biting into your skin. You yelped at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. No blood was drawn, but you knew from experience that your skin was imprinted. “Masochistic whore,” he said with a delighted and depraved grin. “One more word and I’ll use my hook instead.”

He grabbed the roots of your hair and yanked at your scalp harshly, causing you to cry out in pain, and used that opportunity to finally shove his cock inside your wet cavern. It only got halfway inside before it met resistance as you choked and sputtered around the massive intrusion. Your mouth was gloriously warm and wet and always took his dick so well. The dark-haired man’s head fell back and he let out a deep, satisfied groan at the feeling of your throat constricting around him. 

Crocodile looked down at you demeaningly, grin growing when he noticed tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. As much as he would love to train your troublesome gag reflex away completely, you always looked so lovely when you struggled to swallow his whole length. “C’mon, darling, I know you can take it all.”

You took a deep breath through your nose and relaxed your throat as best as you could, letting his girthy cock penetrate your mouth even further. The dark-haired man sighed when he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against your chin. He was kind enough to let you adjust to the sensation for a minute before he pulled out halfway and roughly pushed back in, knocking the air out of your lungs. 

He braced his hook on the wall behind your head and began fucking your face in earnest. Delighting in the obscene, wet gagging sounds that tore from you. He wrapped his sturdy hand around your throat to feel the outline of his cock moving in and out. You tried your best to swirl your tongue around his length and contribute to his pleasure, but there was hardly any space unoccupied by his dick. Drool pooled in your mouth and dripped down your chin, creating the perfect little mess for him to gaze down upon. You were such a good cocksleeve for him when you put your mind to it – or rather, when you shut your mind off. 

His cigar never left his lips even as he told you how pretty you look with your cheeks bulging and your mouth stuffed full, and how much his dick missed the warmth of your holes when you were gone. You didn’t dare to read between the lines and mistakenly interpret that comment as him missing you. 

Crocodile suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock down your throat all the way to the base, your nose buried in his dark pubes. As you choked and desperately tried to inhale, head trapped between his pelvis and the stack of pillows behind you, he leaned back and ran a finger through your slit. Your body jerked at the contact with your abused pussy. He smiled, pleased at the wetness that coated his fingers and steadily dripped out of your hole. “You really love my cock, huh?” In response, you clinked your handcuffs together, trying to signal that you were feeling a little too lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that hole soon.”

He finally pulled his hips back and his saliva-coated dick popped out of your mouth. You coughed and gasped for air, letting more tears and drool drip down your face.

“Stay just like that.” Crocodile commanded and grabbed the base of his cock, using long, hard strokes to push him to the edge. Letting out unbelievably sexy groans and shaky sighs. Your eyes flitted between watching him jerk off and taking in his pleasured expression, the slight blush on his gray-toned face and sweat beading on his forehead. This was your favorite side of Crocodile – his calm exterior cracking to reveal his insatiable true nature. 

A few more strokes until he came with a depraved moan, releasing warm and thick strings of cum all over your face, coating your lips and cheeks and sticking to your eyelashes. You made eye contact with him as you stuck out your tongue and licked your lips clean of the salty substance, leaving the rest to dry into lewd white streaks. 

“This is how you should always look.” His chest still heaved from the exertion of his orgasm. “Covered in my cum, permanently marked as mine.”

“Yours?” You laughed, voice raspy from the previous assault on your throat. “I dunno, Croc, you seem a little too desperate to have me. Why else would you chain me up and pin me down like this?”

Crocodile took one more puff of his almost fully-burned out cigar and snubbed the rest out on the ashtray on his nightstand. He looked possessed by desire as a wicked smile split his scarred face. “Every snide comment you make from now on equals another orgasm tonight. You should consider your body’s limits, darling.”

You mimicked his grin. He was such a fun toy to play with.

[moonshynecybin]

okay i'm sorry for this but. you mentioning marc crying + showing hole on ig at the same time made me think. he would so be an overstimulation kinda crier.

he literally is thank you so much. genuinely before AND after reconciliation it’s like. he is genuinely crying by the time vale gets inside him. ummmmmm this got lawng. under the cut !

EYE think. marc has this insane ability to have this vice grip handle on his body and his reactions to physical input thereof… high pain tolerance high pleasure tolerance i would wager. think about how clear headed he is on track despite an INSANE amount of sensation and physical input and adrenaline… like it all speaks to his freak ass nature. you can’t just turn that shit off !!

SO it’s fun for MEEE to take that to its logical conclusion. sex with vale valentino rossi. where (at the beginning especially) he’s starstruck and responsive and sweet, but he’s also very clearly still ALL there. no getting lost in the hedonistic haze for marc— instead he’s absolutely DIALED IN on vale, cataloging information like a crazy person. he’s like. vale likes it when i move my hips like X and i incorporate more tongue here and just. trying to win at sex. make it good for vale make it good overall (ITS ALREADY INSANE MIND YOU). trying to get a good grade in fucking vale trying to WIN ! and i think it results creating a little competitive streak in vale where he NOTICES and. well he wants to make marc absolutely lose his god damn mind. and it’s not ONLY as a “winning at sex” kind of thing (trust that is at play. the crazy ego of getting there— the desire to see this hyper, neurotic, COMPETITIVE (a RIVAL. the fastest guy on track even !) guy CHILL OUT), it’s also coupled with grade A 100% pure and earnest horniness. crucially. it bothers him that his baseline effort gets marc there but doesn’t make him LOSE HIS MIND!! BEST HE EVER HAD!! crazy possessive streak he ABSOLUTELY doesn’t quite understand… he wants him to not be able to SPEAK… he wants the only thing swimming around in marc’s little intelligent fucked up noggin to be VALENTINO ROSSI in bright flashing letters… so. he sets about achieving that goal with typical rakish whimsy

so they fuck normal style and marc comes and it’s Good (knee wobbly) and he’s laughing like. jajaja okay now i will take a shower :3 and he’s got one knee off the bed stupid blue underwear in hand looking ENTIRELY too unruffled for someone who just got their back blown out by THEE valentino rossi… ass insane abs go crazy hair all over the place flush on his cheeks… just casually LEAVING the bed while vale’s still strung out breathing hard all sweaty from fucking and tangled in sheets lounging like a roman emperor. and that’s when the irritation meets competitiveness meets horny and some neuron fires in vale’s head and the switch FLIPS. and vale catches marc by the wrist. pulls him back. flips him against the mattress gets a thumb under his knee. marc shivers mouth like :o vale slings his legs over his shoulderssssssssss and he gets to WORK.

genuinely vale like. sorry nasty zone. getting him off as many times as humanely possible. relentless. fingers him blows him fucks him then eats his own come out of his hole absolutely NASTY. hickies on thighs thumbs on his nipple. marc doesn’t even know what to DO with all of it… and marc can handle a lot of sensation he LIKES a lot of sensation…. the things that would be WAY too much for normal people are justttt enough for our boy marc marquez… but his knees were jello forty minutes ago and vale’s got two fingers tugging on the oversensitive rim of his hole and his tongue is playing slick on the underside of his cock and vale’s STARING at him blue eyes clear and lasered in… and vale takes his other hand and presses his fingers, feather light against the outside of marc’s thigh, a caress, and marc is coming and his breath is catching and tears are hitting the light in the corner of his eyes like he’s an old hollywood star and he’s SO overwhelmed and loving it SO much and his head is EMPTY and he has maybe the most insane orgasm of his life. shoots all over his chest with a cracked open sob hands white knuckled on vale’s shoulders….. doesn’t leave the bed for ten full hours after that….

[qnomnstrs]

Heian Era! Sukuna x Concubine! Reader The Only Way is Down Part 2

Part 1 is here :

This one will have more fluff and angst. Please Enjoy! This one might be a bit more OC and Sukunas end. This part was harder to write for me. Im not going to make a part 3 as I want to continue writing new ones! That way I can also bust more fics out.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut 18+, Trueform! Sukuna, plot with porn, dacryphillia, cunnilingus, f receiving oral, stomach mouth, hand mouth, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, twin cocks, cum play, angst, fluff, sex, Heian Era Pregnancy advice, masturbation, bath sex, semi public sex

Word Count: 3.5K

Sukuna speaking is in red

y/n speaking is in green

Doctor speaking in purple

Hana Speaking in blue

Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. You were supposed to live happily under the protection of Sukuna. The want to socialize with other concubines, eat delicious food, and be pampered. Sure, the occasional back breaking sex that left you bedridden for a week, but still a life of ease. The point was to stay a mid-ranking consort, to stay out of the drama and out of the way of Sukuna. Now you are staying in his palace, with his child in your belly.

“Thank you doctor for everything”

“Youre welcome. Sorry we can’t do more right now for you. The nausea will subside with this new herbal tea I prescribed. For now, we are just making sure you stay healthy for the baby. Try not to get too stressed and eat whatever you are craving. These cravings are natural and mean you are lacking something that your body needs.”

“Yes of course. Um well- I also wanted to know, well-“ You stopped yourself. It wasn’t normal for you to be embarrassed about these sort of things. You took a breath and continued. “But what about sexual needs? I’m not sure what his Lord intends but are we allowed to be intimate? Can I pleasure myself?”

The doctor coughed in embarrassment, “Yes of course as long as it isn’t rough or you aren’t in any pain. Again, any cravings you have should be given in to, food or not.”

You sat upright in your bed with a blanket on your lap. You were currently 3 months pregnant. You didn’t have a pregnant belly yet, but your abdomen was sensitive and bloated. The nausea was bad, and so were your cravings. Your craving for Sukuna that is. You were horny all the time. If the doctor said it way okay then sex is game. Your damn hormones are running wild.

“My lady I’ll brew you this new herbal tea right away”

“Thank you Hana I would appreciate it”

The one thing that isn’t rapidly changing is Hana. You were thankful with the new title that you were allowed to keep Hana as a handmaiden. Now however, you have so my attendants for everything. There were more hand maidens to help you dress, etc. You had chefs as well. Your new room was overly spacious; a huge bed that could hold three Sukuna’s at once. Your new bedroom wasn’t nearly as big as Sukuma’s. You now stayed in the main palace but still separate from Sukuna. It was more common to see Sukuna in the halls. Your room had a partition, vanity, and sitting room. The wardrobe was immaculate. You had all your old robes and dresses along with newer and flashier ones. Sukuna made it his top priority that his new and first wife looks the part. You sighed at the thought. This was all too much. You haven’t seen any of the other concubines in a while. It was probably best not to. They would all treat you differently and perhaps harm you. Who on earth would be stupid enough to do that? Who knows but its easy to make it look like you lost the baby on accident. Even so, you felt so alone. Your attitude was dull and bland. This was very noticeable to everyone around you. It was also noted how often you speak with staff to keep your mood up. You hiccupped feeling some acid pool in your mouth at the stress.

Right on time, Hana brought back the tea and poured it for you.

“Thank you Hana I hope this will work.”

You drank the tea and decided to get more rest as the stress and nausea ate away at you.

“Thank you Hana I think I will rest some”

She nodded and everyone left your quarters. You had ulterior motives. Maybe some of this stress could be relieved. You couldn’t stop thinking about Sukuna. He was so arrogant, boastful and strong. You loved his pink hair, tattoos, muscular figure, and his smell. He smelt like a campfire all the time; smokey, woodsy. His whole personality was a hot burning desire that fueled you. Ever since that night you’ve felt differently about him. He pleased you in ways never before. You think he ruined you for any other man. You rubbed your belly, thinking about how he made this baby with you. You bit your lip and began rubbing yourself. You rolled to the side, pretending Sukuna was lying next to you. You imagine it was him rubbing your clit. He would use one arm to prop up his head and have that shit eating grin plastered on his face.  You imagine the rest of his hands all over you, rubbing your sensitive breasts and your belly.

You immediately stopped yourself. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You just wanted to be able to cuddle Sukuna, kiss him. It was hard knowing that he didn’t love you. You never thought you’d have a baby in such a loveless commitment. He hasn’t visited you once since he told you about the pregnancy. You knew he was seeing other concubines, why wouldn’t he be. You were ready to have Hana cuddle you for support. With thoughts racing, you weren’t going to sleep now or finish.

“Hana I’d like to take a bath.”

“yes of course my lady”

Hana and a few others escorted you to the bath house. You were allowed to share Sukuma’s bath house. This bath house was huge. The doors were decorated with jade and marble. When opened only one underground bath was present. It was more like a pool. Bamboo shoots were on each side pouring in fresh hot water. On the outside of the bath house, many workers heated the pool with fires. Fragrant oil was poured into the bath. Hana undressed you and you were rinsed clean before entering the bath. A deep sigh of relief escaped your lips. The bath helped your aching body adjust. You put your head under and resurfaced at the other end. Your attendants stood with towels waiting for you to finish. The birds could be heard chirping outside. It was a beautiful morning. Finally, some peace and quiet. You have been busy with many vendors and doctors.

A big banquet was supposed to be held for you and your baby. Sukuna wasn’t afraid to announce it. He felt secure with your protection. Everyone has been running around in preparation. Vendors came to visit to help decorate and prepare. Many dresses were made to find one to your liking. The stress was starting to pool up again. You tried thinking of something else when You heard some ruckus outside the bath.

“I apologize my lord Lady y/n is currently inside the bath. We can have it ready for you momentarily.”

“No need I shall join her”

The doors were open, and Sukuna appeared in a loose robe, his chest exposed. He smirked at your small form in the huge bath. You blushed remembering your earlier thoughts. You missed his presence.

“My lord to what do I owe the pleasure of your attendance.” You tried to act calm and uninterested. You didn’t want to rely on him for happiness and comfort.

“I came to check on your condition, but you were not in your quarters. Th doctor informed me of the morning sickness.”

“yes, everything is in order, the tea prescribed should help.”

You sulked further into the bath. Every conversation you have with him is so formal. It was never an issue before. In fact, you tried to walk on eggshells before. Now it was only a matter of time before your de ranked, why bother. After this baby is there any use for you as a wife. Your distracted and disheveled appearance didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. His lower set of eyes squinted at your behavior.

Sukuna dropped his robes and entered the bath. You quickly look at his cocks, biting your lip. Damn these hormones.

“The doctor also informed me your mood has seemed to dampen as of late. Has your service have not been adequate?”

He continued to walk closer to you. His chest was still out of the water while you have to sit on the bench in the water, to keep your shoulders above water.

“I apologize for concerning you, my lord. The doctor is just referring to my sickness. I haven’t been able to move around a lot or attend any tea parties with the other concubines”

Sukuna was now towering over you, all four eyes focusing on you. He had a scowl on his face. Like he didn’t believe a god damn word you said.

“After the announcement at the banquet you may do as you please. For now, I want you to stay in my palace and focus on your health.”

You nodded looking down into the water. He takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes up. You looked at his face turning red at the proximity. He moves in closer, lips almost touching yours.

“Are you sure the isn’t anything else?”

“There is not”

“When did you become so bold to lie so blatantly to your king?’

“What are you referring to exactly? I have done no such thing.”

“Perhaps but you do not speak the whole truth. You forget your servants are mine first. Your doctor informed me of your sexually driven questions. Your dear lady-in-waiting informed me of your late-night fantasies. You call out my name as you pleasure yourself. I did not realize you missed your king so much.”

You tensed up, tears of embarrassment welling up. You couldn’t believe you have been exposed like this. Sukuna tilts your head and licks your tears.

“I apologize my dear wife y/n. I have been away too long. I only wanted to ease your stress with these big changes. I was thinking of my heir and not my wife. You have me now. Now what do you want with me? What do you desire of your king? Your husband?”

He rubs your belly with one of his hands. It’s the first time he has touched you so lovingly. Sukuna was very excited for this baby. You forgot how important your baby was and how dedicated your husband was to this child. Your tears could no longer be contained. They flowed freely. You tried to stay silent, but hiccups and whines escaped your lips. At the end of the day, the strongest and most powerful was the father of your child. You were so worried about you; it didn’t occur to you that your baby would always be in a position of power and strength. It made you a little jealous.

Sukuna tensed, he wasn’t expecting you to start crying, he assumed you wanted sex, but clearly there was something else. This was hard for him. It was your pregnancy making you so vulnerable, he was aware. He didn’t like this one bit. He always enjoyed your cunning sharp wit. You were not easily scared or hurt by Sukuna. That’s what made you catch his eye. It’s what made him want to ruin you. He wanted to watch you change expressions in embarrassment, in pleasure. These tears weren’t the ones he desired. He wanted tears of pleasure. He held you in his arms and rubbed your back. It was all he could do.

“Once you are calmed I give you permission to speak freely, no matter what. Do not hold back; to keep peace with me, I want to know what troubles you.”

You continued to cry now sobbing loudly, almost in pain. It was all too much. You finally got some relief, to be held by Sukuna. You were also afraid of what’s to come. Once you finally calmed you began.

“I’m sorry I can’t stop, and I’m so upset I feel so vulnerable and weak. But I can’t stop cr-“ You began again to cry.

Sukuna laughed at your unstable mood. “Hush now y/n I want to know what troubles you”

You frowned, not thinking it was funny. You took a deep breath and just began

“I know my Lord that I am expendable. I know I can’t be in this position forever. I am grateful for my child, and I am grateful they will be your heir. But I- I am afraid. I know you will have more wives and more heirs. I just want to be loved too. I understand I am a concubine first; I recognize what we have isn’t love. I just can’t control my feelings. I want to be held by you. I want to be kissed by you- to be around you..”

You stopped yourself from rambling on further. You didn’t dare look at the expression on his face. Your buried yourself onto his shoulder.

“Your right I do not love you y/n. I cannot pretend or lie to you. But you are no longer a concubine, you are a wife. You will never question your position again. You will never be demoted. You will live the rest of your days in ease. I can assure you that. I live way longer than humans. I feel desire and passion. I desire bedside company, I desire intimate passion, I desire strength and power. I have obtained my true love of total control. But now my newest desire is my child within you. I did not know if it was possible and now, I know. I have lived a long life and yet YOU are my first wife. YOU are the first to carry my child. This experience is one I have never had. YOU are my first. I wouldn’t want any other to be my first. You will be a great wife and mother. I eat humans, bathe in the blood of my enemies and yet here I am holding my fragile little wife y/n because I’m not being a good husband. I assure you even if I do not love you I want to fulfill everything you desire.”

You looked into his eyes searching. You found him calm, emotionless, but truthful. This is what you needed to hear. You knew he didn’t love you, you only loved him simply because of your hormones. This was an arrangement but the best one to come out of living here. There was no way down anymore. You were filled with so much happiness you jumped up and kissed Sukuna, without permission. He reciprocated and deepened the kiss. He held you and kneaded your ass. His large hands enveloped your whole body. You forgot you were naked against him. His hardening cocks were sandwiched between your stomach and his. Your breasts were against his stomach as well. Only your head reached his chest, he had to bend his head for the kiss.  Sukuna pulled his lips from yours. As he pulled away, he nipped your lips.

“Ill ask you again my dear wife y/n. You have me now what do you want with me?”

Your body felt hot. You could smell that sexy campfire aroma on him you couldn’t take it. He was asking you what you wanted from him. And you wanted to take everything you could.

“I want you to hold me, kiss me, and fuck me.”

Sukuna laughed with a wild look in his eyes. He held you against his waist. You put your hands on his chest. He kissed you again. You deepened the kiss by opening your mouth. His tongue intertwined with yours. He rubbed his cocks against your stomach. Slowly the mouth and his stomach opened. He began to lick your sensitive pussy. You yelped looking down. You have never seen or heard of his stomach mouth.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Never seen that before huh? I can kiss my wife, hold her, and fuck her at the same time like she wanted.”

He smirked and pecked your lips. You whined in the kiss. He continued sharing slow passionate kisses together. His large tongue licked around your opening. Your entrance was fluttering as you have been waiting three months for this. His large slimy tongue entered you. God, it felt so fucking good. It went up up up- as far as his cocks would go. He swirled it in a circular motion tasting every inch of your insides. You clenched on him, digging your fingers into his arms. You thrusted a bit so the bottom of his tongue rubbed your clit as well. Sukuna allowed you to fuck yourself on his large tongue. God the sexy husband of yours got some bonus points today.

“I never hah-used this tongue on anyone before. Should I save this trick as the special wife only treatment?”

You bit your lip, “Yes please only I want to sit on this. Use it only for me”

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you were overcome with pleasure. His tongue searched for your sensitive spot. Once he found it. He kept abusing it. You thrusted with the tongue. God it’s been so long that you couldn’t sit still. A big whine escaped you once again. Your whole body was sensitive. Sukuna took this chance to put his hands on your breasts. More mouths appeared on his hands. He began roughly sucking your sore nipples. His other two hands still held onto you for dear life.

“Sukuna I- its too much ah-! Haaah my lord please”

“Its husband to you. What to do want my little wife?”

You weren’t sure what you wanted. It was too much on your sore body. You whined rubbing against his cocks as well. You threw your hands down and started rubbing his cocks. Your hands couldn’t fit around the whole shaft, but you tried anyways. You gripped them so roughly and rubbed vigorously.

“Shit- damn you trying to choke my cocks?” He didn’t want to admit how sensitive that made him. You continued your assault as your rode on his tongue.

“This baby has made you to be quite the vixen. Im going to have to keep puttinga child in you if this is how sex is going to be”

You were definitely bolder today.

“Please I’m so close.”

“Cum then”

Sukuna was aroused by your state. Your face was flush, your eyes watery, and your hips shaking. Not to mention how good your pussy tasted. Fuck he was going to come to, from just your hands. Who knew his cute pregnant wife could do this to him.

You screamed out in ecstasy and finally came. Your toes curled and your body spasmed. You cried out again as your orgasm was slow yet violent. Sukuna came undone as well both cocks cumming in your hands. He grunted, hot cum covering your hands, chest and even some on your face. There was so much cum. Now you know why you got pregnant. You lifted your hands and licked the cum off. Sukuna watched you.

“Dammit you-fuck I’m hard again.”

You laughed and looked down to see he was indeed hard again.

“My dear husband I think I have a new craving, and you told me I could ask anything from you.”

“Name it y/n and it is yours.”

“Your cum”

[penkura]

knowing [2/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: uhhhh chapter two hype I guess lol.

[Ch. 1]

Nami noticed something weird after you all left Skypiea. You and Sanji being weirder than normal. She was constantly trying to push you two together, she wanted to see a romance on the Going Merry, and the two of you were her best bet, if anything ever happened.

Which she thought never would because you acted so shyly and Sanji acted like he didn't know what he was doing anymore around you. It was painful to watch, and she tried to get Robin in on it, but the older woman just smiled and said she should let potential love take its time. Nami hated that she was right, but every time you all approached a new island, she would do her best to pair you and Sanji up as buddies. Whenever it worked, you'd come back for a girl's night and be swooning over what a gentleman Sanji was, how he wouldn't let you carry a single bag or buy anything yourself, he did everything. You swore up and down he must've done that or would do that for any girl, but it didn't make you feel any less special.

In fact, once you arrived on Skypiea, Sanji had found flowers to give you three girls. Nami and Robin both received red ones, you were the lucky one to get a blue flower, which you later gushed to Nami that it matched his eyes. You were so gross with how head over heels you were for Sanji, but she really wanted to see you two together.

That's why Nami found it odd that you and Sanji seemed to spend more time apart after your return to solid ground, er…to the water anyway. You still would help him with cooking when Sanji let you, and he'd hang around you some evenings on the deck while everyone relaxed, but Nami didn't think anything much was happening outside of that.

Zoro, however, knew differently. He'd noticed real differences in how you and Sanji were around each other after leaving Alabasta. You had seemed slightly nervous when Robin ended up joining your crew, especially when Sanji was all too eager to welcome her, commenting briefly on how beautiful she was. Zoro watched you hover around while Usopp interrogated her, like you were just as suspicious of Robin, but for different reasons, and he thought you were being a bit ridiculous about it.

It's not like you and Sanji were together, right? He could do as he pleases and flirt all he wanted, you'd just have to suck it up and deal with it despite your feelings.

Well he thought so, until that evening when he heard you on the lower deck with Sanji after everyone else had gone to bed.

"Gosh, I felt stupid, I wanted to just hug you and tell Robin you're mine."

He heard Sanji laugh, Zoro thinking you were just messing around or possibly drunk. It really wasn't like you to say something like that when you were sober and in the right mind.

"You could have. I don't think anyone would have believed you."

"Nah, Zoro would have. You forget he's the one who's known me the longest."

"Hmm, that's true. You are the one who said to keep the flirting up though."

Hearing you sigh loudly and say that was true, Zoro could only assume you fell backwards on the deck or were leaning back to look at the stars. He heard Sanji offer to take you back to the girls bunks, but you mentioned you were next on night watch so you'd just stay, it wasn't long until you and Zoro had to swap anyway.

Not hearing anything more from either of you, Zoro leaned over the crow's nest just enough to see why you'd both become silent, catching you leaning into Sanji's shoulder with his arm around your waist.

So that's why she acted so jealous.

Zoro never said a word, having figured out you and Sanji were keeping your new relationship a secret for now, likely in case you decided it'd be better to stay friends.

Skypiea almost seemed like a test for the two of you. After landing and finding the beach where Sanji gifted you girls flowers, you ended up separated due to the laws of the place, Sanji with Luffy and Usopp while you were with everyone else. You weren't too worried, even as you stayed behind on the Merry with Chopper while Zoro, Robin, and Nami went exploring. The two of you were attacked of course, and until Chopper sounded the whistle for Ganfal to come help, you'd be able to keep your enemy back despite the damage Merry suffered. You ended up with a stab wound through the shoulder from Shura's Ordeal of String and burned your hand while trying to put out the fire on Merry, Chopper nearly in tears helping you with your injuries after he helped Ganfal too.

Sanji was just glad to see you were all right when he, Usopp, and Luffy finally reunited with the rest of you. He took note of the bandages on your shoulder and hand, pulling you aside while everyone was preoccupied with other things, asking you what happened if you were really all right. You told him what happened and reassured him you were perfectly fine, giving him a smile while he lightly hugged you and said he was glad, stealing a quick kiss and leaving you a blushing mess while he went to work on dinner again.

The next day you ended up following Zoro through the forest, Sanji demanding he watch you closely and Zoro just rolled his eyes before telling you to hurry up. He kept you safe while he fought the enemies he did, and once he and Robin had been injured by Eneru's attacks, you did your best to protect them while Nami went with the false god in her attempts to stop him.

You didn't know what happened with Sanji until Usopp jumped down from the giant gold ship with him, and you were shocked by how injured he was, he looked like he'd been electrocuted more than once and it terrified you.

Once you all were safe with the Skypieans and Shandians, once Sanji was awake and had Chopper replace his bandages, you did the same as he had before and pulled him away from everyone to make sure he was really okay. You asked him multiple times, your voice getting a bit more strained each time even when he said he was fine, you were trying so hard not to break down crying to him.

"I'm sure I'm fine, trust me. I'm standing aren't I?"

There was a soft smile on his face while Sanji watched you fight back tears. He'd not seen you cry before, and hated it would be his fault for having gotten injured, but he knew you were just worried about him.

"I…I know, I just…you're absolutely–"

"I'm sure, [Y/N]-chan, I promise."

Sanji pulled you into a hug, which you returned as you couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing into his bandages (you'd have to apologize to Chopper later). While you cried, Sanji quietly hushed you, saying everything was all right and he was definitely okay. He stroked your hair and apologized for worrying you, explaining he was protecting Nami and Usopp though you didn't need an explanation, you just somehow knew already that he'd been trying to protect your crewmates.

Zoro didn't mean to overhear your crying and Sanji quieting you, but he'd been sent by Nami to the exact spot she saw you drag the blond off to in order to bring you both back to prepare to leave soon. When he'd walked over, you'd just started sobbing and Zoro thought for a second Sanji did something to hurt you, he was ready to skewer the blond, until he heard him shushing you and explaining what had happened.

"It's okay, shh. I'm sorry I made you worry."

"I'm just…just g-glad you're all r-right!"

"Shh, I know. You need to calm down now, okay? Don't want anyone thinking I did something to make you cry."

Zoro heard you agree, and you started to breathe a little easier and your sobs went away soon after. He didn't have time to get far enough away before he heard Sanji say you two should rejoin everyone, so he stayed in place. Once you both stepped back out from behind your hiding place, the three of you stared at each other, you and Sanji holding hands while Zoro almost set a glare on him.

"A-ah um, Zoro what are…when did…why…"

"Nami sent me to get you two," he looked at your hands again before going back to glaring at Sanji, "We're leaving soon."

You nodded and now both boys were glaring at each other, it stayed like that a few minutes more before Sanji spoke up.

"Listen, moss head. If you tell anyone about us, I'll–"

"I'm not gonna say anything unless you hurt her. She's like my sister, so you better be good to her."

Turning to leave, Zoro didn't miss how shocked you and Sanji were, you'd half expected him to tell you that you needed to tell the rest of your crew sooner rather than later, but he didn't even do that. Just told Sanji not to hurt you or he'd basically be dead before he knew it. Sanji expected more of a fight, so he was even more shocked when Zoro just walked away, telling the two of you to hurry up or you'd become the newest residents of Skypiea.

Even after you left he kept his word, he didn't tell a single person, even as Zoro watched Nami try to pair you and Sanji up again and again.

He wondered how she was missing the obvious signs you two were together.

+!+

Robin was the next to find out about you and Sanji being an item. She didn't mean to, but it was after you all had saved her from the World Government, after you toppled Enies Lobby and brought your dear friend and archeologist back home to your little family. When you all had separated at Water 7, when Robin had been taken in by the government, Sanji took the lead on trying to get her back, eventually you all were together again at Enies Lobby, entering several battles to bring her home.

While Sanji and the others took on CP9 members, you again took to taking down lower members, this time Navy Men with the help of Galley-La and Franky's comrades. Those same groups helped you get back to your crewmates, to the Merry who had come to save you all, before you tearfully bid farewell to the ship that had been your home the last couple of months.

Once you made it back to Water 7, while you had to wait for a new ship to be built, you all took time recovering from your battle wounds and exploring the city a little more. Most of your time was spent with Zoro and Nami during the day, trying to help the former find a new sword and Nami taking you and Robin sometimes shopping for various items. You tried a few times to check in on Usopp, wanting him to return to you all, but every time you did so, he either had disappeared from the spot you saw him or you'd back down from talking to him. At least knowing he was alive was enough for you for the time being.

You absolutely would have spent more of your time with Sanji, but the two of you agreed to wait until a few days later, to keep suspicions off you from the rest of your crew. Eventually the two of you ventured out to the city on your own, you both left the rest of your crew for the day at separate times, meeting up elsewhere to throw them off.

Unfortunately for you, although it worked to start, Robin caught sight of you and Sanji when she was entering a shop with Nami. She didn't think too much of it until she noticed the two of you holding hands and the lovesick smiles you gave each other as you walked through the market.

Oh, I see then.

Robin decided she would keep what she saw to herself, at least that was her plan, until she heard Nami say "I knew it" when she saw you two herself.

Luckily you didn't hear her, and Nami suggested she and Robin quietly follow you to see what was going on. Robin wasn't going to agree to it, but Nami grabbed her by the arm too quickly.

She hoped you'd forgive them.

+!+

"Here, this is for you, mon cheri."

"You shouldn't spend your money on me, Sanji."

Giving you a smile, Sanji shook his head, telling you that he wanted to get this little gift for you, it wasn't a lot, but he thought you'd like it. While you were going through the marketplace, he ended up pulling you down an empty alley and giving you a small box. You really didn't want him to spend any of the money Nami gave him on you, you had your own, but it was still sweet of him to think of you!

You opened the box after a bit of back and forth with yourself about Sanji spending money on you already, but you let those thoughts go once you saw it was a simple little heart shaped charm on a silver chain. You smiled softly while Sanji blushed about it scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I just…I thought you'd like it so I bought it…you don't have to wear it or anything, it's no–"

You cut Sanji off by throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he returned with his around your waist, though he was a bit confused until you looked up at him with a smile still.

"You're the sweetest thing in the world, I don't deserve you."

That comment and your sweet smile got to Sanji in an instant; eyes turning to hearts, face bright red with a grin, while he snuggled his face up against yours.

"Don't say that!! I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!!"

Giggling, you pulled Sanji even closer to you and kissed him, only stopping when you heard a voice yell "We caught you!"

For a moment you thought it was Marines and they were going to chase you and Sanji through Water 7, until you realized you knew that voice all too well, and you both looked to see Nami and Robin at the other end of the alleyway.

"When did this start?!"

"Uh…"

"And why didn't you," Nami pointed a finger at you, while you hid your face in Sanji's shoulder, "tell me?!"

"Nami," Robin placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder with a smile, "Let's give them a moment and maybe they can explain things to us."

The two stepped away with Nami saying you had better not run because she wanted every detail possible about when and how this happened. You didn't move a muscle, still hiding your face in Sanji's shoulder while he kept you close and stroked your hair to keep you calm. Eventually, he laughed a bit and it made you look up at him.

"What?" "Guess our secret's out," Sanji gave you a smile while you pouted a bit, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear before kissing you, "Let's go talk to Nami and Robin then, all right?"

[thatdeadaquarius]

SAGAU / Isekai Genshin:

You can still use your characters! ... as in possessing them 👻

(all art by me down below, hope its decent lol - did it for u guys and myself i mean what )

Edit 9/7/23: 1,500+ NOTES??? BRO WHAT!! THABK YOU <3

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My dumbass forgot to put this here .-.

Anywya this is a full length fanfic now ;)

PART 1 (you're here!) / Part 2

So.

You got sucked into a video game. 

Crazy, but it happens ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

yknow how it issss

...you very quickly discover that unfortunately video game rules still apply...

which wouldn't normally be an issue! like, needing to use the bathroom in the middle of a fight? Nope! minor cuts and bruises like papercuts, only actual enemies or fall damage counting? hell yeah that'd be great (theoretically no chronic pains if you got that?? hmmmm unsure)

see the issue comes when you realize, you as a player, don't have a "character" that's all your own

there's aether/lumine yeah.. but bc the game's real now, they're their own people, and you didn't wake up to find yourself as a blonde twin...

the closest you can describe your form as is .. like a seelie?

or like the way ghosts look in game?

but a lot more "starry"

like your specterlike, but you look like you got filled up with stars and the milky way, maybe a reference of you being from another universe/world? (aether/lumine/dainsleif/khaenriah star symbol reference secret thEORY-)

but yah.

you also got just, white eyes.

like, not iris, not pupil. like your pupil and iris got erased

you gotta admit, at least you look really aesthetic now.

(u also got a little cape and hood on at all times, and you cant take it off to see your starrified hair >:/ ,very Blue Diamond-esque, look up Steven Universe, Blue Diamond if you dont know who im talking about)

so needless to say, as soon as you sort of glitched your way into existence you were HYPE

i mean ur ACTUALLY IN TEYVAT WITH THE BOYSSSS

...then you realize your a spooky-no-character-to-pilot-around-thus-no-character-model-body-for-you thingy

and that you cant touch stuff!! >:(

like wth!!!

thats just downright unfair.

so, you figure if you got no body to be.... you gotta find a new "character" to pilot >:)

...

I choose you, yellow fungi!

...

....

you're in the fucking woods (Sumeru somewhere obv, u knew that the moment you opened ur eyes),

what'd you expect?? an archon??

..wait a minute. can you possess an archon-

these kinda thoughts plague your first few days of irl genshin impact playing

a rishabold tiger? yep.

a sumpter beast? kinda slow and heavy feeling but yeah.

...you also try a ruin machine LOL

by far, the fungi and ruin machines are the best to possess, mostly because you can remain upright with those

(tho u did find some type of flying monkey that wasnt in game, but its like,, a real world and jungle now so that makes sense there'd be more complexity + stuff)

you do eventually think you should try and possess a person at this point... but ur kinda nervous 👉👈

its ur first time doin this okay nobody explained the basics to you youve been winging for a week now!

will your mind be replaced with theirs? it hasn't been so far with the creatures/bots

and as far as you can tell, they kinda just-

forget what happened or "wake up" after you possess them

(the tiger you were for a day looked confused as hell when it realized that there was a new pile of fruit next to it when it "woke up", it was your way of saying thank you to the animals of the jungle, u left them little piles of food you collected running around as them)

so THEORHETICALLY-

you should be good to go and possess a random poor eremite

... you figure you want to possess something human-like eventually even if you get a puppet body like wanderer/raiden so...

here goes nothing...

♤

so it's been 2 weeks since you've been forcefully yanked into teyvat, and by the second week, you were trying to possess eremites

which! worked out!

mostly..!

you kinda convinced the entirety of two eremite camps that a certain part one of sumeru's forests is hella haunted bc ppl keep "blacking out" and doing things they don't remember doing, yknow... like possesssion LMAO

they kinda ran off to escape you but, hey!

experiment #2: people possession, success!!

now you were kinda convinced of this when you realized no matter the angle the animals and machines of sumeru didnt react to you getting super close to them (you dont have to touch something to posses it, just look at it really, but you wanted to test limits, so you walked up to sumpter beasts and fungi and ruin machines)

but no one can see you.

you don't have a "character" most of the time, you can float and glide around the ground like scaramouche lol

you cant touch stuff bc of this, you cant smell stuff (u saw the eremites campfires & couldnt smell the smoke until you were them)

you cant eat stuff w/o a body, so.. it makes sense that the eremites and passing merchants, cant see you when you float around, trying to reorient yourself after 2 weeks of experimenting

:( ur only a lil sad about it... but mostly not bc lol u got possession powers so trade off u guess

the first time you see a vision-bearer you literally scream

LMAO

ur so lucky u cant be seen or heard

bc Collei would have def screamed back lol

needless to say u stalk the forest ranger- ALL DAY.

Collei goes on patrol around the woods? you go on a patrol.

collei goes to visit other forest rangers? you "visit" other forest rangers at base (lol u def possess a guy who was asleep on a bench nearby & wake up to go talk to Collei "in-person", poor guy was so worried he sleep walked/talked so hard he went to see Tighnari an hour later lmao)

welp, you decide this is your life now, follow Collei everywhere, talk one-sided to Collei until you can possess a forest ranger w/o it being suspicious (dont wanna turn the poor rangers into the terrified eremites from a week or two ago...)

then, after you get the courage and erase the paranoia that tighnari can just... somehow hear your ghostly bullshit-

u do the same to Tighnari (then Cyno when he visits! no u didnt squeal, so what, nobody can hear you- )

♧

Tighnari begins to get suspicious about 3 weeks into this routine.

he's been starting to collect and start a file on all the rangers or nearby villagers that've started randomly "blacking out/sleep walking" in the evenings usually

(u possess as close to nighttime as u can so it seems like sleepwalking)

So when Cyno comes back from a mission gone wrong,

having nearly been decapitated by a rogue flying ruin machine, only to black out and come to standing calmly 10 feet further than he remembered being 1 minute ago...

Tighnari's suspicions are confirmed, and he launches into researching this phenomenon.

his first thought is something like the aranara, but that doesn't account for the effect this thing is having on people

after all, what little forest spirit is strong enough to-

-control humans??

Tighnari begins to get the sense he's in over his head after he finds himself pushed into going into Sumeru City in order to collect more library books or ask around if the blackouts have spread to the city people

he answer is negative, on both accounts.

and he spends about one half of the day walking around, and the other reading up all he can on mythical creatures or ailments

Tighnari gives up for the day, and as he makes his way back to Ghandarvaville, he almost gets ambushed by some particularly nasty muggers

...and then he wakes up 20 feet away, his denro vision thrumming with power, full of worry and fondness for himself??, (just like Cyno said he felt happen to him..)

...Tighnari decides he needs reinforcements.

YOU GUYS-

UR LOCAL ZODIAC SIGN OBSESSED W/GENSHIN HIT A CHARACTER LIMIT ON A POST FINALLY. 😦

??? THIS WOULDVE BEEN LONGER BUT I BARELY GOT SPACE FOR THIS- I- EVEN THE QIQI POST DIDNT HIT LIMIT-

uh cya ig!!

Safe travels lmao,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

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(Sorry about the late tag! I forgot to update my taglist before i posted this 💀 my bad guys)

Also if the people who got put there who i couldnt find a blog for see this, idk what went wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - maybe check and see if ur setting for "being able to be searched/looked up" is turned on?? Idk man

[kachowden]

Yandere Ex & Reader? Hell yeah.

Tw: Harassment, physical assault (not towards reader), weirdo behavior, Chris is a dickhead, suggestive mentions.

His skin prickled aggressively. Teeth clenched together, grinding against their own enamel.

“Christophe? man? You seein anyone new recently?”

His eyes trailed listlessly to the right of him. Nick wasn’t anything special in his mind. Average teen with slightly above average looks in the eyes of the campus. A constant pain in his as, but- useful. Very useful.

“You know I’m not. And don’t call me Christophe.” His tone did little to hide his irritation, though Nick seemed oblivious to it. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

“Yeah yeah whatever man. Does that mean you’ve gotten over that Ex of yours?”

Christophe’s shoulders tensed violently.

“So they’re on the market then right?”

“Fuck yeah dude!”

Two other members of their group laughed crudely, their names so insignificant that Christophe hadn’t made the effort to remember them. They weren’t useful.

His brows furrowed deeply in agitation, and he was quick to shoot the two teens a burrowing glare. “You shut your fucken mouth.”

Nick laughed awkwardly, patting the fuming blonde on the back. “Now now Chris…they’re just messing with ya…”

One of the other members didn’t seem to agree, his own confrontational personality showing light as he crossed his arms moodily. “I don’t see why your panties are in a twist. Last time I checked you two broke up sophomore year. Don’t you think it’s about time you move on and let the rest of us have a taste?”

The moronic teen made a crude hand gesture towards his friend, who seemed to recognize the tension in the air, and made the wise decision to glance away from the act.

Smart move on his end.

The thud of a body against tile echoed the empty corridor, the perverse male choked and sputtered against the hand that crushed his throat.

“I’d watch my tongue if I were you. With all the shit you spew I’m surprised someone hasn’t cut it out yet and saved the rest of us the headache.”

Blue eyes stared at brown eyes, so dark they looked black, and made quick work to try and wiggle his way out of Christophe’s hold.

“F-fuck Off-!” A fist in his gut made him nearly hurl, his eyes straining and bugging painfully in his sockets from the blood rising to his face. His stomach heaved incessantly, and at this rate he found he might die from asphyxiation on his own bile. Not that he knew what asphyxiation was.

Christophe watched boredly.

“D-dude chill out-“ the other nameless tried to de-escalate the situation, but was quick to stop when he saw the look in Christophes eyes. “J…just say sorry man..” that was directed at the pinned idiot, his smart mouthed friend.

The blue faced male was sane enough to try and spew out an apology, it sounding disgustingly gurgled, though it was the best he could manage while on the verge of passing out. Christophe sneared, dropping the male to the floor.

The blue eyed teen landed to the floor with a heaving thud, his body contracting in its vicious attempts to breath again, his buddy sliding next to him and trying to keep him alive.

“Let’s go.”

Christophe’s indifferent tone was appealing at best, as he made his way down the corridor.Nick was quick to follow.

“You think they’ll snitch?”

A scoff.

“No. He’s stupid. Not suicidal.”

————-

There you were. Mindlessly reading. Fitting, since you were in a library.

This had become routine for Chris.

He found it in himself to admit he could stare at you for hours. And he had before.

It wasn’t hard too. What drew him to you now was the same thing that drew him to you before.

You were so….you. It was weird in a painfully charming way.

You were such a normal person. You had your own quirks, like everyone did. But you didn’t stand out. You weren’t popular. You weren’t a social outcast either. You were just…kinda there.

It was enthralling at the best of times. Irritating at the worst. Perfect at most.

He could acknowledge that your normalcy was intoxicating. Especially in his day to day life.

Christophe would never acknowledge however, the way he still clung to the sight of you after all these years. That your departure from him had affected him as much as it did. That would be soul crushing. Because it meant you still had power over him, which he very much knew you did. But he’d never admit it. Even to himself. He’d die parading it as some morbid interest in your breaking point. In his desire to study you like a lab rat. Someone he’d poke at until he got the reaction he wanted.

And he always got what he wanted.

But even then. Even if he claimed that, his interest in you was not romantic. Was not what it once was years ago.

Your skin looked so empty now, and he physically ached with the desire to leave marks on it like he once did.

He knew deep down he was lying.

The staring quickly became unsatisfactory, and with little hesitation he made his way over to your table, his hand slamming beside yours as he hovered over you, a cruel grin stretched on his lips.

“Looks like the nerd decide to hang out in its natural habitat today.”

“…..”

He fucken hated when you ignored him.

“Your friends finally ditch you Y/n? Surprised it took this long.” He didn’t mean that. If your friends had any sense they’d never leave you alone.

“Go away Christophe.”

Fuck.

He loved it when you said his name. Something primal always sprang forward, and you were none the wiser to being the only one who could call him that without getting a broken nose.

“Why? I just wanna hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world~” his expression was pulled into a pitiful frown, though he knew you could see through his bullshit. You always could.

“……”

He growled deep within his throat, hand darting forward and snatching the book from your own

The sudden grin on his collar didn’t register until it was choking him, and his eyes were met with the sight of your scalding glare. Your noses bumped together, and it took everything in Christophe to not look at your lips, otherwise he knew he’d try to kiss them. He had very little self control in moments like these.

“Fuck off Chris. Give me back my book.”

Fuck he wanted to listen to you so bad, his thighs were quick to clench together in anticipation, licking his suddenly chapped lips as he trembled in your hold. Though not from fear like you probably suspected. If you were even paying attention to details like that, which- god he prayed you were.

“Careful-! Wouldn’t want the faculty seeing you manhandle their favorite student” He tossed the book to you, and once you caught it you dropped him to the ground.

His eyes darted upwards, the visual of you above him, staring at him like the filth on your boot was burned into his retinas.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“You’re pathetic Christophe. When are you gonna get over me.”

Never. Never, he would stay hooked on you for the rest of his life and he’d known that even before you both broke up

He’s craved you for years. Ages. You’d never know the true extent of how pathetic he was.

“Like I’d still be interested in someone like you Y/n. The end of our relationship was like a blessing. I’d never felt so alive.” Liar. Liar liar liar. It was painful saying these things. Even if your expression was exciting, the way he got to see it almost wasn’t worth it. They burned his tongue.

Being away from you was like being wrapped in heavy cuffs and weights. He felt more suffocated then ever. He needed you.

“Whatever. Just leave me alone this week. I have enough bullshit to deal with right now.”

He had so many questions. He wanted to ask what was wrong. To hold you and tell you that you could talk to him. That whatever, or whoever was bothering you, he’d beat the shit out of them if you asked. He’d do it even if you didn’t too.

But he stayed quiet. And he watched as you left him their on the floor. You cared so little for him.

He savored the backwards glance you threw his way.

Fuck.

[eggluverz]

DRAGONS AND DAFFODILS

PAIRING. tattoo artist!dan heng x gn!reader

WORD COUNT. 1,438

WARNINGS. 16+, slightly suggestive content? nothing explicit  

SUMMARY. you impulsively walk into a tattoo shop, see a gorgeous man with blue eyes and a dragon tattoo along his arm, and immediately decide you need to get a tattoo from him now. 

SOF’S NOTE. been wanting to get another tattoo so this is a random drabble that stemmed from that HDKAKFH hope y’all enjoy this lil au :> lets drool over tatted dan heng together <3 

It wasn't your first tattoo, but just from walking in here, you knew it’d certainly be your most memorable. 

You weren’t normally one to impulsively head into a tattoo shop and ask if they took walk-ins, but it was a random Friday night and this place happened to catch your eye as you were on your way home. The moment you walked inside, you instantly saw a gorgeous man with dark hair and a dragon tattoo and new you had come to the right place. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, glancing at the expression on your face as he wiped down the area of your upper thigh that he was about to work on.

You nodded. “A little.” But most likely not for the reasons he was thinking.

The man, who introduced himself as Dan Heng, gave you a comforting smile. It was charming enough to make your stomach flutter ever so slightly. You were definitely just a tad bit nervous. But it was more because of the pretty man giving you the tattoo, not the prospect of the tattoo itself.

“If you’re nervous, just know you can always ask for a break or have me slow down,” promised Dan Heng, giving you a gentle squeeze on your leg. “Remember, you control the pace here.”

You weren’t quite sure how you managed not to flush at his words and somehow articulated a coherent response. 

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” you said, a smile on your face disguising your inner turmoil. He was so gentle, yet firm. Confident, but quiet. While you knew it was only a tattoo you were getting, you couldn’t help but fantasize a little. 

Dan Heng hummed in response, transferring his design onto your thigh with the thermal stencil paper in the placement he viewed best. He took a step back and nodded, then gestured for you to stand in front of the mirror. 

“How is the placement?”

You shifted around and admired his line art on your body. Even though it was just the stencil so far and not the finished product, you could already tell it would look even better than you asked for. “Perfect!”

Bouncing in excitement, you made your way back to the tattoo bed and Dan Heng got his needles and ink ready. 

“You seem less nervous now,” he commented with a laugh, noticing the way you rushed over to get back into position for him to tattoo you. 

You grinned sheepishly. “I guess seeing your design on me took the nerves away. Now I’m just excited!”

“I am glad to hear that.” 

He held the tattoo pen in one hand and grabbed a clean cloth to wipe the excess ink. Soon, Dan Heng began the process. His gloved hand held your thigh firmly in place as the other began to work its magic. You stared at the gorgeous art on his arm to attempt to distract yourself from the inevitable pain and slight discomfort. 

True to his word, he checked up on you often, asking if you needed him to slow down, and obliging when you asked for a small break. He got you some water and snacks as you propped yourself up on the tattoo bed for a small breather. 

“We are almost done,” he promised, staring at the area just below your hip as he admired his work. “You’re doing so good.” 

Your cheeks heated up at his compliment. While you have gotten tattoos before, you have never been praised like this by a tattoo artist. You wondered if he was like this to all his clients. 

It was wishful thinking, but part of you hoped he wasn’t. 

“So, does your tattoo hold any sort of meaning?” you asked, admiring the black and green inks of the long dragon as you took a sip of your drink. 

He chuckled. “Which one?” Dan Heng pulled the black short sleeve of his shirt up to show you the full face on his shoulder and back. “If you’re talking about the dragon, then yes, I suppose it does.” 

You blinked at him a few times, urging him to go on. 

Dan Heng smiled and continued, “In Chinese culture, different colored dragons symbolize different things.” 

Nodding, you eyed the blue and green hues along the serpentine body of the dragon. 

“This in particular represents new life— That spring is coming.” He ran a finger down the length of his tattoo, drawing your eyes to the curvature of his arm muscles. “I’m particularly fond of the idea of new beginnings. As if we don’t need to be held back by our pasts.” 

Though he didn’t elaborate, he had already opened up so much with just those words. You were grateful for this moment of vulnerability and connection, regardless on whether or not it was with a stranger you had just met. 

“And does the tattoo you’re getting today mean something special to you?” asked Dan Heng, watching as you laid back down and exposed your upper thigh to him, preparing to continue the session. For a second too long his eyes travelled along the length of your legs, lingering on the smooth expanse of skin before turning his attention to the unfinished tattoo. 

You smirked to yourself, purposely shifting the position of your leg to draw his attention back to it. As you predicted, Dan Heng’s gaze followed. 

After a moment, you considered his question. While you didn’t come into the tattoo shop with a design in mind that symbolized something important to you, you felt that all tattoos were special because of the story around it.

“Not particularly,” you admitted, glancing at the beginnings of a beautifully drawn bundle of daffodils. “I mean, I’m aware of the symbolism that accompanies this flower, of course— Rebirth and new beginnings.” You smiled cheekily. “Uncannily similar to yours, but completely unintentional. I promise you that.”

He returned your smile with an amused look of his own. “A fateful coincidence, perhaps.”

“Exactly!” you laughed. “Still, the symbolism is not why I wanted it. I just think the flower is pretty and, ultimately, it does represent something I wouldn’t regret having drawn permanently on my body.” It was a simply thought, really. You thought the meanings behind people’s tattoos were sacred and special, but sometimes there was nothing more to it. And that was a good enough reason to get a tattoo as well. “But I will definitely always look back and remember the story of our first encounter whenever I see it.” 

Dan Heng nodded, gloves back on as his hand rested on your thigh. “I find the experience of receiving a tattoo can, at times, be as significant as the intended meaning behind it.” 

“I agree,” you said, wishing his gloves were off so you could feel the tips of his fingers against your bare skin instead. “And this will certainly be an experience I’ll never forget.”

“Good.” He smiled secretively, as if he could see right through your inner thoughts. Almost teasingly, he softly kneaded your thigh in a small, circular motion. “I won’t forget, either.” There was a sincerity in his tone that made you fully believe what he said. “Now, are you ready to continue?” 

You nodded eagerly, already thinking of how pretty the finished outcome would look. “Yes, please!”

Putting all his focus into his art, Dan Heng turned on his tattoo gun and resumed inking your hip and thigh area. With soft and delicate strokes, he created a piece with body and movement. The petals were moving, not stagnant, and he wasn’t even fully finished.

“You should be my last client for the night,” he said quietly as he worked on his final touches, breaking the deep silence that settled between you. For a brief moment, Dan Heng looked up from his craft to meet your gaze. “After this, perhaps we could talk more over a late night food run?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting his sudden offer, but ecstatic nonetheless. You smiled as you said, “If I say yes, will you tell me more about your tattoos?” 

He nodded. “Whatever you want to know.”

“I want to learn it all.” Your gaze roamed all over his body, lingering on the toned biceps of his arms, meticulously adorned with the length of the dragon, before landing on the defined muscles of his chest hidden behind his shirt. 

With a knowing smile, Dan Heng seemed to understand the hidden implications behind your innocent words. His heavy-lidded eyes seemed to examine all parts of your body, only returning the favor. 

“I’m due time,” he promised, “you'll learn everything there is to know.”

[zzprompto]

☆ he loves me, he loves me not [part one]

gojo satoru x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: you love gojo as more than a friend, but he loves geto - not you, and its almost as if he rubs it in your face all the time. (meant to be viewed as platonic / unrequited love)

the lowercase is intentional !

[part two]

you met gojo when you first joined jujutsu high. you immediately fell for him. it was love at first sight, as cliche as it might sound. you fell for the fact that he was strong, charming and insanely attractive. he was basically perfect in your eyes.

[name] and gojo weren't really close however. you always tried to talk with him or you would try and become his friend, but he didn't seem that interested. he always came up with excuses. "oh sorry i have a mission to go on" or "i have to train" or the worst excuse, "sorry, geto's calling me."

at first, whenever gojo mentioned geto, you didn't care. you knew they were best friends, and it's normal for best friends to hang out with eachother all the time. or, well, most of the time.

however, as time went on, you started to feel something bubble up inside you whenever gojo mentioned his 'best friend'. it was a mixture of sadness, anger, hatred and something else towards geto. you couldn't really tell what the last thing was. you hadn't felt it before.

"yo, gojo! do you wanna go watch a movie?" you ask, a bright smile on your face as you walk up to the white haired male. he shook his head with a pout forming on his lips. "i'm sorry, [name]. i'm going to hang out with suguru." there it was again, the same feeling bubbling up in your stomach. "right.." you sighed, a dejected look on your face. the fact that he even called geto by his first name caused a pain to go through your heart. it was as if he was doing this on purpose, as if he knew your true feelings towards him.

something along the lines of that conversation would happen 9/10 times you tried to hang out with gojo. if gojo did end up hanging out with you, he'd talk about geto a lot. you understood that they were best friends, but surely they don't talk about eachother all the time? then.. that's when he told you the truth.

"[name], can i talk to you real quick?" gojo asked, a small blush on his cheeks. you nodded and hoped he'd tell you that he liked you. but, alas, you were wrong. so, so wrong.

"so.. i really like suguru.. but i don't know how to tell him! i don't know if he's interested in me, or even men for that matter of fact." gojo shook his head, deep in thought. the hope you had all shattered. your smile dropped and it turned into a slight frown. "i.. i think you should just tell him." you whisper, looking down at the floor. you couldn't meet gojo's blue eyes. "i mean, by the looks of it, he's probably into you too."

you couldn't blame gojo. you couldn't blame geto. you could only blame yourself for falling for gojo. you fell for his strength, his charm and his good looks when there was doubt in your mind. you knew this was how it was going to end. you knew gojo was going to end up with geto sooner or later.

"right! thanks a lot, [name]. i knew i could count on you." gojo beamed, ruffling your hair before walking away from you. his touch brought you out of your thoughts. you looked down at the floor again.

"i guess he doesn't love me back.." you sighed to yourself as you turned to see gojo walk away, presumably to geto.

☆ author's note: check out my requests page! can't wait for next weeks episode of jjk.

[chronicowboy]

Buck may not be a paramedic like Chim or a qualified doctor like Hen or a field medic like Eddie. He may not have Bobby's impressive decades of experience or Ravi's desire to take every single LAFD training course there is in his spare time. But he's picked up a lot from his six years with the fire department, so he feels pretty confident in diagnosing Verne with a serious amount of internal bleeding.

But the ambulance has been and gone, back-up hasn't arrived, and everyone else is busy with patients in more critical condition, so Buck crouches down next to Verne and gets to work on starting a line.

"How are you doing, Verne?" Buck asks with a smile. "Any major discomfort or pain I should know about?"

"My back, and my hip," Verne sighs, "but they've been uncomfortable for over a decade now, kid."

"Well, the fact that you can still feel that discomfort is very promising, at least."

"Promising," Verne hums. "Sure, let's go with that." His eyes turn a little glassy, drift, unfocused, somewhere over his shoulder.

"Hey, Verne, stay with me, yeah?" Buck smiles when their eyes meet again. "That's it. You're gonna be okay."

"This isn't the first time I've died, firefighter Buckley." Verne shakes his head with a grimace. "I know how this goes."

"Then, you know you go to the hospital and come back to life," Buck says, a little desperation creeping into his words. He keeps seeing flashes of a pale blue shirt and hearing snatches of a realisation about happiness.

"Maybe when I was your age." Verne smiles weakly. "Got into an accident after picking my best friend up from a bad date. They said I died for two minutes in the ambulance."

"Two minutes, huh?" Buck palpates his ribs to distract Verne as he checks on the rapidly growing bruise on his abdomen.

"You ever died, kid?"

"For three minutes, actually." Buck grins up at him. "Not to brag." Verne huffs a laugh. "I was that firefighter that got hit by lightning."

"No kidding," Verne chuckles. "Pretty cool way to go."

"Oh, very cool, yeah." Buck nods, biting down on his lip as he checks to see if the others are free yet. They aren't. "The trippy dream I had during my coma was pretty cool too."

"Yeah?"

"Well, unsettling more than anything, but, uh, I made it back, so that's what counts." Buck wraps a bandage around the sluggishly bleeding cut on Verne's arm. He winces, groaning, and Buck panics. "You said you were driving your best friend home from a bad date?" Verne nods. "That's exactly what I was doing last night," he snorts. "See that firefighter behind me?" Buck jerks his head at Eddie over his shoulder.

"Diaz?" Verne coughs.

"Yeah." Buck smiles. "His aunt keeps setting him up on terrible dates, I've become his get out of jail free card."

"And what does that entail?" Verne asks, curiosity piqued, more alert than he had been a moment ago.

"I pick him up when there are no Ubers nearby, I call him with an emergency when he texts me 911, I answer the phone when one of the women calls him to schedule a second date and pretend to be his husband." Buck shrugs. "Its a lot of fun."

"Is it?" Verne coughs again, a wet noise that makes Buck's stomach drop. "Is it fun when he goes on the dates?"

"I mean, not really." Buck wrinkles his nose, thinks of that swoop of nausea in his stomach every time Eddie walks out of the door. "But I get to hang out with Christopher, Eddie's son, which is much more fun than a crappy date, you know?"

"Did your best friend watch you die?" Verne asks suddenly.

"I-" Buck blinks. "Yeah, he, um..." He clears his throat. "He was actually the one to get me down from the ladder, the one that got my heart beating again." Verne laughs heartily despite the fact that Buck can see the amount of pain it causes him.

"Oh, kid," he sighs, more of a wheeze. "The best friend I picked up from her date? I felt sick every time she told me about a new man."

Well, at least that's normal then. Buck had kind of been worrying he was going insane.

"Then, I died, and I married her a year later."

Buck remembers watching himself take his first breath without the ventilator from behind a window, remembers the way time had warped and stretched on forever and frozen all at once, remembers how his whole life had narrowed down to that one moment.

This feels a lot like that.

Suddenly, five years of friendship flash through his mind. Eddie's gloved hand in his, the only anchoring sensation in a sea of agony. Eddie's thumb on his neck, warm brown eyes a life raft when Buck had been drowning. Building a skateboard and pushing a kid made of sunshine around the park. The zing of happiness an elf had brought him after the sour curdle of disappointment that had hit him on a fountain. Eddie's hands big and warm on his waist. Eddie's smiles, wide and private alike. Eddie's eyes, always so fond and intent. Quiet discussions in the Diaz kitchen, and teasing banter in the loft. Nights with Chris squished between them on the couch, and the bright lights of a video game illuminating the living room. A legal document and a first name said so carefully. A broken door and a broken man alike. Couch metaphors and lasagnes and steaks and cookies.

Oh.

"I look forward to seeing her again," Verne murmurs quietly.

"Hey, no," Buck croaks. "Its not time yet, it isn't time for that yet."

"I think its been a long time coming, kid."

Verne's eyes flutter shut, his chest spasms with a final bloodied breath, and Buck's world shatters around him.