#mmm eating fish by the fire

[montydragon]

Once again, Miphlink Week has rolled around and I am woefully unprepared. Still I will try to participate. Here's a very quick sketch for Day One: Camping!

[callofdudes]

I made more because... Because! @aidenlydia again, this is their au but I'm eating it like fish sticks on a plate of mac 'n cheese. Getting this scene out of my head because I love them and I have nothing else to do waiting for dinner.

More Viking SoapGhost.

Ghost watched, his eyes unmoving as John wrote with his charcoal wood pen on some old pages. Geez it must have been four pages with three drawings and eight life updates.

Finally John signed the bottom of the pages and rolled them up with a string.

"You done??" Ghost asked flatly when He finished.

"Yes, now I need these delivered back to Roach."

"You say that like I'm going to do it."

John looks at him, nodding. "You are."

Ghost sighs and groans. "I'm not your dumb messenger bird." He grumbles, shifting closer and standing. John pulls his cloak tighter and chuckles softly. "Actually, you are."

He holds out the folded papers to a pouty Simon. "Go on, shouldn't be long now if you get to it." John encouraged.

"Fine, but I'm bringing back a tab worth my while for it." He grumbled, looking up at the big man.

"Mhm, and I'll happily pay."

Ghost shifted, black wings flapping in the air, snatching the papers between his talons. He squawked at John, who could only smile softly, barely noticable.

And watched him head off. Simon didn't actually mind doing errands for John. If anything the combined stretching of his wings and the inevitable praise he was going to get for completing the assignment would be worth it.

Oh yes indeed.

John kept the fire lit, watching the open snowy land as Ghost's small form had left his sight. He poked the fire, watching the embers flock to the wind of the cave mouth, then over at Ghosts bedroll.

He sighed softly, placing his hand on it, noticing a stray feather stuck to the inside. He chuckled softly, picking it up and twirling it around.

"Be safe, Ghost."

Ghost did as he promised, he made the incredible eight hour journey in the shitty weather back to their small village. Fucking between houses to the main hall.

Stopping at the doors, his feet hit the ground, heading up the stairs and pushing the knocker open.

The large door swing, creaking when he entered. A head poked up, followed by a little smile. "Well well well, hunting season is barely started and you're already back."

Simon rolled his eyes softly, coming over and dropping the roll of papers. "From MacTavish."

"What is it??" Roach asked, undoing the twine.

"Hell if I know, I may be a crow but I do not snoop."

Roach gave him a look, and Simon sighed. "Ok not this time. But I was damn curious."

Roach chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll look these over, you go get some rest. Probably had a long trip."

"Well I got permission to run up a tab so I'm gonna go get my arse drunker than a bat in honey." He flipped the end of his cloth mask back over his shoulder to keep it secure. Heading back to the door and out to go get absolutely hammered.

And you don't want to see a shifter drunk, it's not always pretty. But Ghost has been starting to learn that eighteen drinks is when John has to cradle the poor crow with his talons straight out and wings a mess as he takes him home.

And of course, by the time Ghost had slept off the drunken night Roach had something new written up for him. Returning to the hall and taking the papers.

"Will you be alright to fly?? You look a little..."

"Mmm I'll be fine!" Ghost mumbled, heading from the hall and taking off again. Damn messenger bird. John better congratulate him at least or he's never running him these stupid errands ever again.

It was late when he returned, but he saw the familiar smoke and a crackling fire. Flapping his wings and stretching out his talons when he saw a dark figure among the casting, wobbling shadows.

He latched onto John's arm guard, crooning his neck and fluffing his feathers before tucking them in.

John noticed the letters and gently took them, noticing the scratchy pen writing of Roach.

"Thank you Ghost, you've done very well."

Simon melted, making a little noise and hopping up his arm, craning his head to peck at John's beard.

"Yes, good work." John put the papers down to run his large, calloused thumb over Simon's small head, gently smoothing the feathers down.

Oooh yeah, this is so worth it.

He fluffs his feathers, nipping at his hand when he attempted to pull away. "Alright then, if you insist... Get comfy."

Simon cawed at him. He wouldn't be getting comfortable. Hopping onto the ground and shifting, noticing his bedroll slightly closer.

"You miss me or something?"

"Only warming the place where my cold heart will go after I see that tab." He mumbles as he turns his attention mostly onto the letters.

Simon smiles a tad, laying down and getting comfy. He looks around, then at the fire, watching the flames dance. His head slowly coming down, resting against John's thigh.

It was hesitant, but then again peaceful. The silence only filled by the crackling fire. Simon's head feeling a mess from the last of the alcohol and the flight until Johns hand gently touched his head.

He didn't react, keeping himself stiff as Johns thumb absentmindedly stroked his hair. Eyes still glued on the letters, reading them through.

Simon relented to relaxing, curling up and pulling John's cloak over him slightly. His eyelids felt heavy, and the soothing warmth of John's hand slowly had him coming undone.

Letting himself fall asleep there, letting out soft breaths.

John's gaze finally flickered over to his partner, humming softly. "Good work, Simon. Can always count on you."

He put the papers aside and leaned back, watching the entrance of their camp as Simon slept. He would keep watch, he'd gotten enough of his own rest for now.

It's shorter but hell that first photo had me in a coma. Yes, I am insane, yes, I will make more, respectfully if I'm allowed to keep gobbling up these meals...

[idkfitememate]

Idk if it's obvious or not but I love the boar!creator so much! Could you possibly do one where they spend time with klee going fish blasting (fish blasting™ is not jean approved) and they run into razor? I really want to see what razor thinks of fish blasting :D then maybe we could get a little more andrius content? Ahh this is just such a cool concept!

Fish Blasting With Friends

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader x Klee & Razor

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 542

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff & Crack

Being surrounded on all sides by wolves was an amazing feeling.

The warmth, the fuzziness, the feeling of Razor’s hands running up and down your spine. Knowing Andrius was just a snort away.~

Yes life was good.

…

…

…

*BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*

…Uh oh.

Klee.

You jumped up, making Razor flinch. You immediately apologized with a small huff to his face, which made him giggle. You tried to get out of the pile, only to be picked up by a certain blue wolf. You allowed yourself to be carried like a cub by the wind spirit. You also noted that Razor had climbed on Andrius’s back.

Now you’d have to witnesses. Neato.

As the three of you wondered out of the Wolvendom, you immediately found the child solider at a nearby pound. Blowing it sky fucking high.

You struggled out of the larger’s maw and ran towards the child, snorting the whole way. She must’ve heard your steps because she turned around immediately and gasped.

“Boar-boar! Razor! Mr. Andrius!” She said with the cutest smile agh your heart-

You ran up and nuzzled against her and she hugged you back. Andrius bounded over and let Razor off his back. Noticing this you rush back, grab his pants, and pull him towards the lake, Andrius chuckling.

“Would you like to fish blast with me!” Klee asked, Razor looked confused and you urged her to continue.

“Oh! Fish blasting is when we blast fish! Like this!” She summoned a bomb and threw it into the pound, the water bursting towards the sky was the explosive beneath the surface exploded.

Razor watched as fish flew through the air, some landing on the ground and some landed back in the water. He glanced at you and you looked… well you looked more than happy to be here.

He nodded and Klee bounced in joy, stepping aside so he could take his turn. Summoning his blade, he slung the weapon into the water after charging in, causing the pond to erupt into a brilliant purple.

Both you and Klee awed at the sight, and cater it was done Klee ran and jumped up to give Razor a hug, completing him over and over for his skill.

And now it was your turn.

You back up, before running up and jumping into the pool. The duo looked into the water…

Before it exploded upwards in a supercharged explosion! Fire and electricity danced with each other in the air and the smell of singed fish filled their noses.

Soon enough - after the water fell back into the pound - you crawled out, your fur drenched and you wagging your tail at the accomplishment.

“WOW!!! THAT WAS SO SUPER DUPER AMAZING BOAR-BOAR!!” Klee cried. She ran to you and hugged you hard.

“…That was… cool..” Razor said. He was still a bit start struck from the display, but he was able to bring himself to running a hand through your fur.

You looked for Andrius to see if he’d give you a compliment… only to see him eating the singed fish. You both made eye contact.

And you burst out into snort laughter. Rolling in your side, Klee and a Razor also began to laugh.

Today, was a good day.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Mmm fish blasting with Klee. I wanna do that so bad- MMMM WHY CANT KLEE BE REAL

૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡-

[tparker48]

(Contains light M/F)

Outside the gates of Tartarus, a vehicle arrived at the entry point, Suneater stepping form the car of one of the officers on duty. Fatgum said he needed help with an interrogation of one of the villains he managed to capture. The Minimizer, he called himself. His quirk held the ability to shrink anything he saw fit by a single touch. The more he read the report he filed, a gloomy cloud rose above him. How in the world did he catch him with a power like that?

"Fatgum is waiting for you inside the prison, sir" an officer interrupted ushering to the path ahead.

Always the first to head in, just like him. "Thank you.." he pulled his hood over his head, making his way past the mecha guards standing post at the gate.

He tugged at his cape as the panels hissed, wind escaping into the air as they opened to another set of mechas guards behind it. He met their cold stairs, standing at the central panel ahead of them before the floor raised ahead. He counted the seconds as the he looked to the outside glass, pressure building in his ears as the fish swam passed. this place would be a good place for solitude, if it weren't for the swarm of villains contained inside. reaching the ground floor, he walked through the cemented hallways, past the thin doors of the prison cells to Thick doors blocking the path. It was there, he saw the yellow jumpsuit of his instructor. Fatgum

"Hey, Tamaki!" he waved to him, "glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't it's a pleasant one, sir." he shrunk beneath his hoodie.

"I know, I wish we met up on better times too. Through here." he pressed his palm at a panel, before the thick doors opened. Officers were already inside, guns aimed at the plastic splitting the room as a man wrapped in an Asylum Jacket, smirked on the other side.

his eyes darted to the door. "Well well, didn't know the clowns did visiting hours for us. Gonna blow me a balloon, tubby?" he turned his gaze toward Suneater, the small hero ducking beneath his hoodie. "Who's the clam shell?"

"My partner." he stepped forward. "You know what we came for, Minimizer, what did you do with the hostage you had?"

"Ah that woman, she had a lot of fire in her eyes. Even gave me a scar" he tilted his neck, a streak of burnt skin rising to his right side. "But even candles can be snuffed out if you "shrink" their stem."

one of the officers gripped their fist, stepping from the others toward the smug villain in the cell. "You loathsome-!" A palm from Fatgum touched his chest, ushering him back.

"Don't let him get in your head." He said, his eyes never leaving the strapped villain.

"No no, please, let him come a little closer." Minimizer said.

Suneater eyed his instructor, looking to the surrounding officers before tugging his mask down. This environment is too much stress for him. He could be at home, eating a snack while watching herotube. He yearned they'd find the hostage soon, wherever she may be.

"Where did you take the hostage?" Fatgum asked again,his tone less welcoming than what he had outside.

The villain chuckled, dancing in his restraints. "Oh it's embarrassing just to tell you. It's all a blur really, she caused such a fuss I just had to put her in her place. Hmm.. where was that again?…" He shook around, humming to himself as he looked to the ceiling. a bulge pushed out below him, the lining of his belled cock shaping the fabric. an aggressive whimper pieced the hollow room. "Oh that's right, there." he grinned at the barreled hero."

Fatgum's gloves squeaked together. "Release her, now."

"You'll have to try harder than just barking demands. But you hero Types don't have the.." he shivered, his cock throbbing into the jacket. "mmm..drive to get the job done."

Suneater watched silently at his instructor, shifting toward the villain that stared back at him. it just had to be more difficult. hiding the hostage inside him? how were they supposed to retrieve her without hurting the villain.

Fatgum sighed, turning to the other officers. "Do we have the green light?"

"It just came in now." one of them said.

"Good, do you mind giving us the room for a moment?" The officers nodded, exiting into the hallway. Fatgum moved toward the side of the room where a tray rested, pulled the lid to a sizzling steak underneath..

He wheeled it closer between the three of them, and the villain bellowed. "What is this? A dinner party? That's how you're gonna bribe me?"

The hero cocked a smile. "Oh this dish isn't meant for you" he stuck the fork into the meat, hovering it to Suneater. "It's for my pal here."

Suneater blinked. "M..Me?"

"It's time we discuss your role in this bud, you're going to help with this interrogation. This steak is specially modified for this situation, gened by Mt. Lady herself." he handed the plate to him, his face still filled with confusion.

He shook his head. "Not like I have a choice." he took the fork from Fatgum, lifting the steak to his mouth as grease spilled onto the plate below.

He bit at the fat along its edge, salty fluid filling his mouth as a spark ran through his body, stretching to his limbs like lightning. He looked toward his instructor, who nodded in approval. He didn't know how feeding him would save the hostage, but he was too far in to stop now. He took another bite, and his limbs bega to bulge, stretching along the corner of the room.

His head bumped against the ceiling of the cell, his arms forced to bend. "Sir? I don't know what's happening."

"You're doing great, suneater." Fatgum said, unlocking the villain’s as he wheeled him between himself and Suneater. "You're going to get the information out of this villain"

Minimizer looked to the towering hero, watching him shrivel beneath his mask. "Him? Aha! You're going to send a brat to deal with me? What's that pipsqueak going to do? eat me?"

"That's exactly what he's going to do."

"What?!" Suneater and the villain shouted.

"You forced a civilian to endure your body. If you don't want to cough them up, then perhaps a taste of your own medicine will motivate you." he turned toward the giant hero. "Suneater."

The hero was hesitant, extending an arm toward the strapped villain. He hoisted to the air, his reflection shining through his mask. Was he really about to do this? Eat a villain and have him wriggle inside his body. He watched the villain flail in his hold, thrashing like a worm on a hook.

"You even think about eating me brat and I'll give you indigestion!" Maximizer said.

"Don't listen to him bud. Think of the civilian, and the danger she's in."

Suneater paused, looking at the villain as his fiery gaze stared back. Fatgum was right, a civilian was counting on them for rescue. He couldn't let them down, he couldn't let Fatgum down. He took off his mask, hovering Minimizer overhead. He licked at his back, and shriveled as his cologne eradicated his taste buds. He could have at least had a decent taste, he thought, scraping his tongue from his head to the tip of his boots.

the villain swung his weight around, knocking his head against his tongue. "Hey! I'm not seafood you damn brat!". Suneater glared at him as he thrashed, their body jerking from one finger to another.

“And you’re no sweet tart, but the sooner you calm down the better-” the fold of the jacket rppined off, sending Minimizer face first into the bed sized flesh of Suneater’s tongue. Suneater gagged at the sudden intrusion, mustache hair glossing along his tongue like a paint brush.

A different taste soon welcomed his taste buds, sour taste as the villain rolled around before sweetening. He didn't know if it was his mind losing it, or if it was the steak that he ate. He wanted to pull the villain out, tugging at the end of his jacket. but his tongue moved in the opposite direction, the asylum jacket slipping from his fingers and behind his now closed lips.

The wriggling of the villain was alien to him, saliva filling the chamber as the villain’s body floated from his tongue. The villain's complaints met his ears, sloshed from one corner of his cheek to the other before the tongue wrestled him to the middle. It was as if his mouth had a mind of its own, manhandling him before it threw him to the ceiling of his mouth and tossed his eager gullet..

Before he knew it, his throat muscles flexed upon the stationary villain, a faint bulge sliding down his neck, as their scowled softened into his collar bone. He snapped out of his trance, looking down to Fatgum who’s starry gaze looked to the center of shirt. a kick struck at his abdomen, suneater lifting his shirt to little imprints dancing at his slender stomach.

"What kind of hero eats someone?!" the villain cried out, punching weakly at the abdominal wall. "Security! Security!"

"Security won't be able to help you in there" Fatgum approached. "Not until you comply and release the civilian."

The villain shouted in a rage, twisted against Suneater's stomach. Softened features of his body pushed at the surface of his stomach, stretching like a goo monster as his skin pulled them beneath the skin.

"Sir, all this struggling is giving me an upset stomach" he wheezed, his gut tightening as fluid raced to his throat. "I think i'm going to hurl."

"Don't do that with me in here!" the villain squealed, pounding to the outside world. "Get me out of here!"

"You know the deal, Minimizer.." Fatgum said smugly, crossing his arms..

grunts and groans overcame the stomach, indents appearing from wall to wall as palms printed from its surface. After a moment of struggling, the villain gave his answers. "Fine, just..get me out of here!"

Fatgumgum nodded, giving the signal to suneater who still clutched at his stomach. he took a step back as he adjusted to his knees, heaving at his stomach as salty fluid blowing climbed into his mouth. A wriggling bulge traveled up his neck, his cheeks filling as muffled grunts returned. He spat the contents to the floor, the villain riding its tide to the far wall.

He flicked chunks of meat from his mustache. "You loathesome..insignificant-!"

"Enough games, Minimizer. Cough up the civilian, or we can put you back in."

He gritted teeth at the demand, but smiled as he stood up. "No you think I’m goingto just give up my prize, fatso, I don’t think so." he watched as the heroes gritted their teeth, his smile growing wider.

"Why I otta-" fatgum raist the sleeves of his suit, the villain hopping before he flexed his waist, and a whimper escaped.

“Ah ah ah, anymore movement and I’ll shrink this woman to molecule size. Just think of how long it will take for you saps to search for her through my seed. That wouldn’t be good now would it?” he said, watching Fatgum lower his fist. “ Typical heroes, always one step too slow to save the day. Now why don’t you tell your officers to ready a car for me, and don’t even think about playing hero-” a crimson glow came from beneath the leather, smoke simmering to the air.

"Sir?" suneater asked.

"I see it, and I think it's gonna blow."

it grew brighter, the fabric deteriorating into embers as flames arose, erupting in an inferno. Suneater raised his palm toward Fatgum, transforming it into a clam as he shielded him from its blast. He could hear the villain scowl among the fiery torrent, his eyes bulging as it spewed out from his waist. But it flickers as creamy fluid spilled onto the floor like lava,a thicker wad splashing to the ground before him.

It grew limbs, rising from the wad like a spawn as a woman stood up. "Can't believe I have to go through the likes of that. So filthy, I can hardly breath in there." she flicked her hair to the said, squeezing the ends as her palms heated them. She looked to the ceiling to the heroes looking back, cocking her brow. "Oh good, I was wondering when you were going to show up."

"You lousy tramp!" Minimizer yelled weakly, a burnt hole in his jacket exposing his thighs, and the now charcoaled cock as it flexed weakly. "You burnt me!"

"You're lucky that’s all I did for you what you put me through." she scorned, looking back to Fatgum. "Listen, I’m tired, damp, and would really like to enjoy a shower. So let's wrap up shall we."

"Uh, yeah of course. But first, we have to get one more thing for you. Miniimizer, return this civilian back to normal."

"Like hell I would do that! Especially after you threw me into that brat's stomach."

Suneater soaked, hiding beneath his hoodie. "It wasn't exactly ideal, you gave us no choice."

"I'd destroy all of you right now, especially you, tramp!"

Sparks flickered from her palm. "Tramp? let me tell you something mister." she approached. "I've been cooped up in your balls since we got here, put up with your senseless banters of conquering half the district." she scorched the bottom of the jacket, burning his legs free as she climbed to his crotch as he pinched at his cock. "So unless you don't want your cock barbecued, you'll give me my size back."

Fatgum tugged at his jumpsuit. "How'd he manage to get her like this?"

"He got the jump on me when I was shopping," she replied. " So what'll it be, chuckles?"

"f..fine."

She scoffed through her nose, her palm leaving a print along the bulbed head. She stepped away from the villain, he snapped his fingers as returned to size, the heat from her body overtaking the two heroes.

she stretched her limbs, tugging at her tank top. "Ah, that's much better. With that out of the way, I'll leave clean to you two" she moved past the two of them, opening the door to officers peeking in.

"I don't think so.." Minimizer said, his other arm slipping from the sleeve. "You think you can just walk away after this? You're dead wrong!" He lunged for the civilian, his speed catching the officers off guard.

The civilian raised a glowing palm, before Fatgum stepped in between, his arm spread out and his body exposed. The villain impacted against him, and was swallowed up, his punches absorbed into his muscle.

"You won't get that chance this time." he replied, hugging the villain into submission. Curling into his knees, he launched the villain back to his cell, cracking the cemented wall before they fell to the ground. The officers advanced, arresting the villain once more. "Let that be a lesson to you."

looks the investigation is over, Suneater thought to himself. He watched as another officer approached with another jacket, before Fatgum approached.

"Nice job as always, little bud. I knew I could count on ya." he raised a fist to him.

Suneater sighed, placing his fist against his. "Thank you sir. but now I have one more question that needs to be solved."

"What's that?"

"Can I go home?"

[kingofthe-egirls]

FOX TALES: POLYAMORY (SANJI x oc, LUFFY x oc)

fox tales

(cw: kiss, food, hunger, jealousy, polyamory. Tense but not an unhappy ending)

Lmk what you guys think 😳

SANJI x Kit, my kitsune portal-portal fruit oc

- kit loves food

- It was her main obstacle in her portal home, the biggest lesson she had to learn about becoming mortal

- So when she finds out sanji cooks for them, all the time, she’s smitten

- Luffy notices, and doesn’t know how to feel about it

“Sanji,” you croon, resting your chin in your hand as you lay across the counter from your chair. You swish your tails back and forth. “What’s for dinner?”

Sanji grins, and twirls around to hand you a plate of black and white cookies. You take a bite, and revel in the delicious crisp. “Mmm,” you sigh through your nose.

“After snacks,” Sanji says, turning back to stir rice on the stove, “We’re having fried rice.”

“Shrimp this time?” You ask, crunching on your third cookie.

“If you insist, mon cherie,” he croons back at you. He waltzes over to the freezer, and pulls out a packet of shrimp. Light blue and translucent, you lick your lips. You’d eat them raw, if you could.

Sanji must have seen your hunger-lust, and chuckled. “You can’t eat them raw, Kit. They’ll make you sick.”

“Hmph,” you slump back into your hand. You take a bite of your fourth cookie. “I’d eat raw stuff all the time, if you’d let me.”

“Wild beast,” he says fondly, and you nod.

“I used to eat mice sometimes, and fish. There was a koi pond, and the first time I got hungry I just. Ate one. The bones were sharp,” you wrinkle your nose at the memory. “It wasn’t until I figured out fire that I started grilling them. I was glad to have fish so close to me. Stealing eggs got tiring.”

Sanji goes quiet.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, turned back to the stove. “You must have been hungry.”

“Mm,” you agree, “I was.” You crunch on a sixth cookie. “But I’m not hungry anymore. I’m never hungry, with you.”

Sanji looks over his shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face. His suit is angular and fitted, the line of his shoulders broad and sure. You liked to see his strength. You’ve been in a couple fights now, and he always awed you with his style. Although, you must admit, the kicks did look kind of funny.

“What’s up?” You ask, a tad bit uncomfortable at your cook’s intense expression. His eyes were dark, blue as deep water, and his mouth was set in a hard line.

“With me,” he says, hands clenched into fists, “You’ll never go hungry again.”

You pause.

The crumbs of the sixth cookie litter the counter, and you wipe your chin. “I know,” you say, “Thank you.”

Your voice had gone quiet, mirroring his sudden mood change. He nods, jaw set, and strides around the counter until he’s next to you. He takes your face in both hands, and kisses the tip of your nose. You flush, immediately. “S-Sanji!” You stutter, embarrassed.

He flushes, too, and steps back a little. His fingertips leave your face, and you reach out to keep them there. “Don’t stop,” you say, pulling him closer. His arms wind around your waist, and he kisses your nose again.

“Here,” you say, tilting your chin up to face him. He’s so much taller than you. “Kiss me here,” you whisper, and softly let your lips brush his.

He moans, melting into your frame. He’s warm, and steady. You feel the muscles of his arms through his shirt.

“Mon cherie,” he whispers against your lips. You let your tongue slip past his soft, rose petal lips. He groans, again. You shift, pulling him tighter against you. You like kissing him.

“Kit?”

You still, turning to look at the door. Luffy had just spoken, standing in the kitchen entryway. He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Captain!” Sanji splutters, straightening up. You whine at the loss of his touch. Luffy’s face is dark.

“I thought you were mine, Kit.” He clenches his hands into fists.

“I am,” you say, standing up. Your heart flutters in your chest. How would you get him to understand? This, this need inside of you. The pulsing of not one, but two. Men.

“But I’m his, too.” You stalk toward your boyfriend-captain, like you were hunting rabbits. He is on edge, and angry. You take his face in both hands, and kiss him too. How could you make him feel the truth?

“I love you,” you say, desperation in your eyes, “But I love him, too.”

***

You don’t think Luffy liked that. He liked being captain, he liked being king. He liked being above all others; he liked being free.

Well, you liked freedom, too.

“He feeds me,” you try to say, “Please understand me,” you whisper. Luffy isn’t looking at you. “I’m a spirit,” you say, “I’m a fuckup. I’m too much and too hyper and too feral for you. I know. I know,” you whisper, bitter. “But the love I have for you is not diminished by my love for him. Or for anyone. Foxes mate for life,” you remind him, “No one could replace you.”

Luffy seems to like that. He straightens, meets your gaze. His eyes are cloudy, tears pricking at the stormy grey. You brush his hair out of his face. “Promise?” He says, voice husky and thick. You nod.

“I promise. And you can kill me if I break it.”

He starts, taken aback. “I-I don’t wanna do that! Kit,” he grabs your hands, “I won’t ever do that.”

“Good,” you say, and inch back toward Sanji. “Do you believe me?”

He studies you, studies your frame. You’re standing, hunched forward a bit. He could see that you were scared. He’d seen you like that, before. When farmers took up pitchforks.

He didn’t like scaring you.

“I—,” he starts, taking a step toward you. “I believe you, Kit. But—,” he grimaces, clenching his hands. “But I don’t want you in his bed. Only mine. Understand?”

You nod, vigorously. “I can do that.”

Luffy relaxes, straightens up a bit. “Good. You can kiss, but no more than that. Not unless I say so,” he sears you with a grin. Wicked. You flick an ear in interest.

“Yes, sir,” you reply. Your voice came out breathier than you meant it to. You blush.

“Luffy,” Sanji says, the first word he’s spoken since his captain walked in. “I’m sorry.”

Luffy levels him with a haughty glare. “I forgive you,” he acknowledges the fault, and sidesteps it with grace. Sanji takes a steady breath.

“I won’t steal her from you,” he assures, stepping back to his stove. Luffy snorts.

“As if you ever could.”

***

[brckensociety]

— FIVE SONGS TO DESCRIBE ARACHNE

THE FRUITS by Paris Paloma — "Angel", he calls me, does he know that I'm falling from a precipice that I tripped off long ago? "You're so pure", he says, does he know I'm forsaken? The original sinner, but soon, he'll know. For if I'm going down, I guess I'll take you with me, naked in that garden, back at the beginning. And now in your arms, you're faithless, for you pitched me, against your holy Father, and it seems that I am winning.

AMERICAN HORROW SHOW by SNOW WIFE — I'm a stone cold monster, I could be your little monster. I'm a stone cold monster, I could be your little. I kiss freaks that treat me like an animal. Fuck on me and eat me like a cannibal. I'm miss fish, that Rocky Horror Picture hoe. They call me an American Horror Show.

CULT LEADER by KING MALA —I don't need your roses, I like men on their knees. Praying up to their god, seeing visions of me. I'm a cult leader, mind reader, heart eater, fear feeder, say I'm your favorite preacher. If I wasn't a narcissist, I wouldn't like me either. I'm a cult leader, best believe that she's a keeper, Grim Reaper looking for my cheerleaders. If it's between love and money, I'd rather have neither.

EXES by Tate McRae—I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops. I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock. And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough, let's just say it is what it is and was what it was. (Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me. Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me. We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me, but I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes.

KING by Bianca — I get asked why I'm like this from the ones who've run scared. Tell me I'm causing damage, but I kinda don't care. Something crossed in my wires, mmm, I don't feel when it stings. Yeah, I like starting fires and the chaos it brings. What falls down gets me higher, makes me feel like a king. I wanna feel like a king.

tagged by: @ruinedsoulsrp tagging: whoever sees this and wan

[xxacid-milkixx]

my favroite candies (some of them i cant eat anymore because my teeth are disintegrating)

rock candy

DAWG ! fuckkkk so good, i always choose the pink ones

2. PIXY STICKS (EVEN THE OFF BRAND)

this machine was at Kids Quest (daycare inside mohegan sun casino) and it was fuckin LIT AFFFFFFF (straight up me in the background)

3. SPONGEBOB POPSCILE

its not a candy but i got one of these shits everyday at the casino daycare !! MMM !

4.sweidjh fish aoooow shittttt

how tf they swedish doe

5. salt water taffys

THESE SHITS AR FIRE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! got them from going on a fieldtrip in middle school at a marina and idk wut it was but i do remeber buying these and i cant eat them now because i can feel my teeth desolving and my cavties getting deepr

6. candy. buttons

these things are the epitome of innocence

7.pop rox

maybe i just like rocks

8.

i mean smarties are always good; trying to eat a candy bracelet while its pulling your arm hair and youre slobbering all over your arm is so aesethetic tho

9. cotton candu

dawg everyone loves cotton candy

10. push pops

omfggggg

11. ring popz

SUCK

12. bby botle pops

if a ring pop doesnt make you look cool, these definitly will make you look sick af on the playground

13. gum tabs

used to get these at the mall or doller store. idk what it is abou this shape, but it NEEDS 2 B IN MY MOUTH

14. PEZ

they were always sweet ! never acidic, which is great cuz i have sensitive teeth

15. mamba

MAMBO #5 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

16. air hedz

all of them were good but watermelon was the best tbf

17. BONUS ! KYOSHIN SAKURANBO SQUARES

idk what it is about these but theyre so good

18. TAMAGO BOOROS

i cant find these on google but i loved them so much i kept them as a pencil holder. i ate the whole jar in one day, there these little balls made of milk flour and eggs n shit and they LITTERALLY melt in your mouth. and i love the little cow dude.

[punigamefoodie]

Chili Dog Variations

Brainiac Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Spagonia location. Eat it and it will make you smarter! Or not."

Chip: "Oh! What have we here? My intellectual curiosity is piqued!"

Breezy Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Apotos location. It smells like the fresh Apotos sea breeze!"

Chip: "This tastes so light and refreshing. Suddenly I'm in a great mood!"

Chilly Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Holoska location. Inspired by the local climate? You be the judge."

Chip: "Hey, this hot dog is frozen solid! But not bad--kind of crunchy."

Doggone Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Eggmanland location. "It's Doggone delicious!""

Chip: "Mmm, wow! This is doggone good! All this fighting must've made me hungry."

Historic Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Chun-nan location. Some say its origins predate human history. (Wait…)"

Chip: "Hmm, tastes mysterious. It's almost as if I can feel my mind clearing!"

Sandy Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Shamar location. Hey, is that SAND sprinkled on top?"

Chip: "Huh? Tastes… gravelly… But I think I like the complex flavor."

Seafood Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Adabat location. Smells fishy… and why is it soggy?"

Chip: "Whoa! What's this fish doing in here? Weird…but pretty darn tasty!"

Scorcher Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Mazuri location. The sun's scorching heat has given it that extra crunch."

Chip: "One nibble gave me this HUGE surge of strength. Heeyah! I am on fire!"

Urban Dog - "Sold only at Don Fachio's Empire City location. Bumpkins beware: the taste may be too much for you."

Chip: "Yee-haw! I am pumped! What did they put in this hot dog?"

[cynthiaandsamus]

Part 2!

Dodongo Jerky. It's so good!

“The perfect snack for Tomb Raiding, excellent!”

Chocolate Chip Muffin

“Mmm, perfect hangover food, and a little sweet too, good choice.”

A pouch of Chocolate Coins

“Oh boy! I’ll have to share this with Otako and the girls, perfect movie snacks!”

Fresh baked pretzel

“Oooh yummy! I’ll get my special cheese dip and relax with a book by the fire while I eat this.”

A chocolate shaped like pursed lips. It's a chocolate kiss!

“Mmm the perfect present for me~” She purred, kissing the lips with a sultry chuckle and a wink.

Crafts

A full hooded cloak to keep your warm, in your favorite color!

“Ooooh, a nice brown cloak huh? Dunno how it’ll work for exercise but it is really dapper!”

The ugliest Christmas Sweater. It says "Hoe Hoe Hoe" on the chest.

“...!” [Text: They had contests for these at school, guess I’ll win now!]

A hand made Hylian Crossbow. It isn't rapid fire, you train to earn that

“Huh, I’m more of a bare fists kind of girl but always nice to have a ranged option, plus loading these things are good exercise.”

A carefully carved wooden ocarina.

“I don’t have much of an ear for music but I can probably find someone at school to get some tips from! And it’s so pretty!”

A scarf filled with love, made from Rito sourced fabric.

“Bird scarf? It kinda smells like Kiara... I love it...” She’s wrapped it around her neck, sniffing it gently.

A hand written cookbook full of traditional Hylian dishes

“Hmmm I’m not much of a chef but it looks like this is a good way to learn! Maybe Anzu will let me cook for her~”

A fake Majora's mask! Linkle made this one for shits and giggles.

“Huh, well maybe a mask will make me feel less naked in Senketsu, bet I’d scare the crap outta someone seeing a half-naked girl coming at them in this.”

A freshly caught pink fairy. Laugh at death one time!

“Hmmm, I don’t plan on dying any time soon but it might be useful to use on other heroes.”

Warm and thick gloves to keep you warm.

“Perfect! You have no idea how cold my hands get throwing pokeballs on top of snowy mountains.”

A Boomerang! Neat!

“A-A Boomerang? Maybe Gordie can teach me how to use this...”

Clawshot, better than the hookshot!

“AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!!!” You may have doomed the villa.

Iron Boots! Super useful!

“I’m not entirely sure I can walk in these... maybe they’ll be the next fashion statement? Oh! My talonflame can use them to protect from Stealth Rocks!”

A slingshot with a bag of 50 Deku Seeds! Lucky!

“Oh, I shoot them? Maybe this’ll work to keep Uzaki and Nagatoro in check...”

A fancy Zora perfume. Linkle learned how to make it and searched out the ingredients herself!

“Yeah! Now I can seduce all the sexy fish ladies! Wonder if Nagatoro will like this...”

A bomb bag, made from a Dodongo's stomach. It has 20 bombs in it!

“Hmmm, a dragon stomach bag filled with explosives? I can’t say I get much done with explosions but such an elegant item will make a fine trophy.”

Grand Prize

The Grand Prize, the coupon for one night of anything with Linkle she somehow won after donating it!(Top Gift)

“I won the top prize? Ara ara, I’ll have to think of what I can do with Ms. Linkle all to myself for a night...”

The Linkle List!

Linkle @linklewinklewoman has been generous enough to gift a present to every single visitor currently at the villa! After all the guests pull from the lottery to pick their present, these are the results!

Keep reading

[stardewremixed]

First Day of Fall

a little late on this... 1st day of fall... what are the Stardewies doing? 

Abigail - pumpkin spice cookies, pumpkin creamer in coffee, pumpkin pie, pumpkin colored wool scarves, pumpkin socks, pumpkin bread, pumpkin biscotti, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin everything!

Alex - IT’S GRIDBALL SEASON! Tell your friends. Busting out his jersey and face paint, ready to toss the ball around in the yard or on the beach with anyone who happens by and in front of the TV the moment a game starts with pizza and popcorn and snacks. 

Elliott - watching the sunset over the ocean, admiring the changes in the season

Emily - sewing her Spirits Eve costume and inevitably making Haley’s also 

Haley - taking photos of all the fall foliage 

Harvey - an apple a day keeps the doc... oh wait! Apple season is delightful anyhow. 

Leah - sculpting a turkey piece for the Valley Friendsgiving celebration 

Maru - daydreaming about an fall dance in the fixed-up Community Center 

Penny - reading spooky stories near the graveyard

Sam - raking leaves in the yard, jumping in the pile with Vince, and then starting all over again

Sebastian - playing a video game (what else?) slupring back pumpkin soup until forced to go on an autumn hike with his family 

Shane - helping Marnie bake pies in the kitchen (taste testing is fun) and he doesn’t have anything better to do 

Caroline - perusing magazines for fall recipes and activities  

Clint - working... but a nice autumn ale at the Stardrop sounds nice 

Demetrius - observing the changes in fall flora and fauna and taking notes for his scientific findings 

Evelyn - picking fall flowers for a small arrangement on the kitchen table 

George - complaining that it’s a day like any other day, but secretly glad kids are back in school as it’s quieter 

Gunther - setting up the new display of harvest traditions in ancient times at the museum/library 

Gus - rotating to the autumn menu - cinnamon apple butter pancakes for the Sunday brunch is a town fave! 

Jas - searching for butterflies, toadstools, and little fairies in the Cindersap Forest 

Jodi - offering up prayers to Yoba for a good harvest to bless the town 

Kent - roasting hazelnuts in the backyard firepit 

Lewis - yay! It’s Autumn’s Bounty season again. 

Linus - looking for root vegetables like yams... nothing like a fire-roasted yam and a bit of butter. 

Marnie - baking a million pumpkin pies for everyone in town, and then putting an autumn leaf in her hair when she heads to the Stardrop 

Morris - raising membership prices now that people are flooding in for pre-baked apple pies, candy corn, popcorn balls, and caramel apples

Pam - looking for Linus to try and bum some of the man’s yams to make glazed yams... maybe Penny will come home and eat dinner tonight.  

Pierre - arguing with Caroline about his refusal to stock corn in the store (he has a whole conspiracy theory about the horrors of corn syrup) 

Robin - leading everyone on an autumn mountain hike (”forced family fun” as Sebastian likes to call it) 

Vincent - playing in a leaf pile with Sam (giggling when his mom asks why there are leaves in his hair) 

Willy - decorating his shop with a fall theme - pumpkins right outside the door - and whipping up a fish dinner with julienned squash, carrots, and zucchini (mmm... I’m eating dinner at Willy’s house tonight)  

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

And the World Began Anew (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Part 7)

WARNING: Cliche/Cheesy, Really Bad because I just had to ramble on with my world building, The fire is candle worthy but this slow burn is getting ridiculous, totally skippable but in case you’re desperate it’s here lol, short

As they continued to walk, Stanley couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. It still tingled on his skin and he had never been so close to Narry before. No resets could stop him shouting his love from the roof tops now. But something else in him did. The narrator had said it would never be the same, and it wasn’t, but it was wonderful. Even so, he wasn’t sure if the narrator felt the same way as he did.

Newsflash: Narry totally felt the same way and was also thinking about the night before. He had bore what was literally his entire self to Stanley and was simply met with affection and acceptance and awe. He never would have thought anyone to think him that way. It left him so warm inside and he would’ve kissed Stanley right then and there if he didn’t have the fear that the other’s feelings had faded in the romantic sense.

They really were idiots and the Adventure line was pissed out of their mind again. It was so damn clear to them, but they had tried everything within their power, so giving it time was their only option left.

It certainly wasn’t a bad time for the creature to let it go for they were the first one to spot a town in the distance.

“Look! Houses!” they yelled.

The being and the human snapped out of their trances and stared out into the distance. Stanley began to sprint.

“If we run, we’ll get there in a few minutes!” he cheered.

“Wait up for me, dear boy!”

While it did take more like twenty minutes, the three were in very good spirits as they panted at front of the town. Once they had composed themselves, they entered, and the smell of the market’s food filled the air.

“Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve had real food…” the human said wistfully before sighing, “I really should have brought money. Oh well, ‘not like I knew where it was anyway.”

The narrator grinned at that as he fished some bills out of his chest cavity.

“I always plan for these things, Stanley, so you’re welcome!”

Stanley lit up like a child on Christmas and squeezed his companion.

“Thank you, Narry!!!”

His companion blushed.

“Of course, dear boy.”

===

The narrator bought food such as bread, cheese, fruits, and veggies for later while Stanley and the Adventure line waited for warm sandwiches. He asked for suggestions and descriptions since food was not a crux of his knowledge, and Stanley had some interesting ones that made him wish he could eat. Bread and apples caught his interest, for one was squishy and the other was firm and bright. He had gotten a lot of food that looked interesting, and just a lot of food in general.

“Stanley! A little help, please!”

The human came running and took some of the groceries bashfully.

“Sorry!”

“It’s alright! Were the sandwiches good?”

“Yeah! You should’ve seen Adventure Line, it was hilarious!”

After finishing his story about the adventure line absolutely devouring their sandwich and picking up said creature, Stanley looked around with the narrator for a hotel since they still had a good chunk of money.

“Where do you even get the money from?” the human asked.

“I made it,” the robotic figure said proudly.

“What??? How???”

“It’s not living, so it was fairly easy to make it out of my infinite matter. Plus it’s flexible.”

“…Could you build a house?”

“I’m afraid not because of the wood parts.”

“Ah, makes sense. We can just buy a house later then.”

After walking for a bit longer, a hotel was found and Stanley and the Narrator got one of the last rooms. And oh no, there was only one bed…which was actually cool because the narrator needed a break from their “metal prison” as they joked. Stanley was more than happy to oblige and Narry was more than happy he felt that way. Adventure Line was both happy and upsetti-spaghetti because their plan didn’t work out this well.

Once everyone’s teeth were brushed and all that, the line curled up into the pile of pillows and the human tucked themself under the covers. The narrator ruffled his hair affectionately before snuggling into Stanley’s body.

Needless to say, everyone slept soundly that night.

[kassie-peaches]

late night things they do

just something um idk really its 5:37am

just my boys <3

including: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Sero Hanta, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Midoriya Izuku

Denki Kaminari

i feel like he was trying to play his game before he went to bed and he just couldnt beat it and so its been on his mind

so now here he is playing at 2:17am

"stupid daMN GAME!!" "...my phone dIED OH FIDDLE STICKS"

Eijirou Kirishima

watching romantic comedies while eating some semi-burnt popcorn because they are lowkey fire

"this is so cute" is said by Eijiro as he chuckles

Tenya Iida

on the off chance he IS awake at an ungodly hour i think he would be humming some inappropriate song or meme that he heard before bed lol

you know the 'pussy tight, pussy clean, pussy fresh' meme yea thats his mind or even wap only megan's part replaying or something

"mm mmm it do cartwheels.. mmm mm mm"

Sero Hanta

this mf right here jus hungry lol he tryna decide if he wanna get up and get some fruit snacks or a whole chicken thigh

"damn a ham sandwich sound good asf"

Katsuki Bakugou

the one on tiktok learning things he didnt know under the ' i was today years old' tag

"HOLY FUCK REALLY??" "NO WAY IN HELL WHERE IS MY FUCKING PENCIL"

Shoto Todoroki

no thoughts. wait scratch that. all the thoughts. you know the ' high thoughts' or 'shower thoughts' he thinking of all the weird shit while looking at the ceiling

"Damn if we need air and can see water can fish see air"

Izuku Midoriya

Watching All Might conspiracy theories laughing at the insane and farfetched ones to think about it every time he looks at All Might

"he does kind of look like the brother of All For One..."

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

********

You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought. 

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice. 

"Excuse me?" He called out. 

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?" 

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked. 

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered. 

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started. 

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson." 

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked. 

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it. 

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house. 

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him. 

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand. 

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it. 

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night." 

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused. 

"What exactly do you know about my brother?" 

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged. 

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him. 

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed. 

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away. 

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here." 

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there." 

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck. 

"And where are you staying?" You followed up. 

"I'm good at figuring those things out." 

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together." 

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted. 

"Have you eaten?" You asked. 

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat. 

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here." 

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room. 

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on. 

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on. 

********

When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer. 

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck. 

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife. 

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said. 

"Of course, you're Sam's friend." 

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed. 

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested. 

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act. 

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?" 

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky." 

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that." 

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude. 

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire. 

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it." 

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right." 

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically. 

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside. 

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back. 

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair. 

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink. 

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw. 

"You know I can't get drunk, right?" 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp. 

"I'm sure that sucks." 

"You have no idea." 

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away. 

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it. 

"It's probably no one," he said. 

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone. 

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you. 

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you. 

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him. 

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez." 

He slowed down a bit. 

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped. 

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh. 

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed. 

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said. 

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room. 

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun. 

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said. 

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered. 

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged. 

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table. 

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes. 

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration. 

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled. 

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed. 

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky. 

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body. 

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place. 

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts. 

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?" 

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know." 

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift. 

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had. 

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly. 

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered. 

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again. 

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend. 

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper. 

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor. 

"Shit!" You ran from the room. 

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer. 

"Hey bro!" You said happily. 

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked. 

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied. 

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions. 

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room. 

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera. 

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly. 

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day. 

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled. 

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here." 

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow." 

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky. 

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?" 

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone. 

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up. 

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door. 

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest. 

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier. 

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up. 

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more. 

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body. 

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs. 

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh. 

"Yes," you breathed. 

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down. 

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair. 

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face. 

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit. 

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned. 

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet. 

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit. 

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised. 

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit. 

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled. 

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips. 

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge. 

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear. 

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly. 

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much. 

"You feel so good." 

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you. 

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy. 

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you. 

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks. 

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this. 

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said. 

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode. 

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly. 

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest. 

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly. 

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger. 

"You're beautiful," he said to you. 

"Thank you," you smiled. 

"Should I start you another bath?" 

"No, I can take one in the morning." 

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead. 

"Get some rest," you told him. 

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night. 

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you. 

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

********

When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you. 

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder. 

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep. 

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again. 

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit. 

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment. 

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude. 

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said. 

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??" 

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up." 

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch. 

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up. 

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth. 

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose. 

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared. 

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it. 

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open. 

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream. 

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone. 

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said. 

"Real cute," he growled. 

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again. 

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction. 

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder. 

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged. 

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command. 

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet. 

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled. 

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you. 

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again. 

********

[reaction2whatever]

Agents of SHIELD S3E15-S3E17 reaction

Agents of SHIELD S3E15

-So this homeless guy can make other people see the future???

-annnnd now Daisy's seen the future

-This is definitely a strong start for an episode

-Can't believe that I understood that paper stack explanation of Fitz about 4 dimension and space time lol

-Ok. Plotting aside, just how beautiful Daisy and May are in this episode

-Like the hair and makeup in this episode are FIRE

-When May practice the scene she yell "bang" for every gun shot: that's soooo hilarious lololol

-oh wow I get a weird proud feeling watching Coulson calling Daisy Skye. She's really grown up since the first season and ughhh she is sooo pretty

-Is Daisy gonna fight Ward again lol

-JUST LOOT AT HER omfg she is sooo pretty. the hair make up team for sure deserves a raise

-Just simply gorgeous

-The reaction of everyone hearing that Grant Ward has returned: priceless lol

-holy fuck no way Daisy is not gonna die right???? she sure took a hell lot of beating

-and the goodbye between Andrew and May is so emotional

-So Malick and Daisy both had a vision and there are gonna be two more deaths?

Agents of SHIELD S3E16

-I feel nothing about Malick's vision that he's gonna die lol

-ughhh i hate whitehall's face. how is it even possible that hydra could visit Whitehall when he was locked up in a shield prison?

-"Mr. Personality" I love Daisy and her humor lol

-ugghh just how powerful is Daisy that not only can hold off a landmine but also just get rid of all of the landmines in Mr.Personality's front yard

-This scene is so freaking cool

-mmm I thought this alien was a warm swimming in Ward's head, but turns out he's more octopus looking lol

-i feel like this May vs telekenisis guy has a fatal logic flaw lol I mean it's a pretty cool fight but

-telekenisis guy could have just controlled May's clothes to strangle her?

-wtf is it true that Lincoln used to beat up his girlfriend?????

-ahhh so it is a parasite? If it really is a warm then why does it look like octopus??

-ahhh so alien parasite octopus has Malick's brother's memory!

-Oh I thought for sure Malick's gonna die and it's his daughter??

-the way alien octopus ate her face is soo creepy ewwww

-I'm very glad that Lincoln didn't beat his girlfriend. I mean drunk driving is not good either but still better than being abusive

-holy fuck nooooo the team is so small now, I don't want anyone in the team to die???

-It's just 7 people rn, right?

-Coulson, May, Fitz, Simmons Daisy Lincoln and Mack

-I mean it could be anyone why is Daisy so certain it's someone in the team that is going to die??

-It's not happening in this episode is it??

Agents of SHIELD S3E17

-I'm thrilled that Daisy's gonna lead a team of inhumans but... Gotta say, the cast is a little limited lol

-This show's trying to make me believe that people turn into inhumans by eating fish on a massive scale but at the same time shield's team is just four person lol

-but I like Joey and yoyo so I'll let it slide

-Why do I find Daisy very confidently diving out of the plane so attractive ugghh

-I have to admit seeing people with power fighting is very fun lol

-all four of them have such fun powers

-Is this Joey's first time killing someone?

-What does octopus warm mean that he's got an inside man????

-Is this gonna be an episode where they make everyone suspicious?

-awww Mack and Yoyo together are pretty cute. They are learning each other's language not just yoyo learning English.

-welp now they are all gonna be targeting the inhumans

-ahhh when Daisy walked into the room and everyone got really quite

-yep classical season 1 and 2 vibes lol

-This show just had to make shield turn on the Inhumans "threat" over and over huh

-Daisy calling alien octopus "Zombie Ward" lol I will forever love her humor

-Daisy in red is so beautiful

-awww May is in a proud mama mode when she said Daisy did good and lead well

-I wish there are more May+Daisy scene

-the writers definitely tried their best to make everyone suspicious lol

-only FitzSimmons can actually talk about movie date when Simmons literally cut open a person's head

-omfg this show does not give me any warning with that close up to a cut open brain ewwww sooo gross

-Ohhh so Malick's dead just like how he saw it happen

-mmm but Malick described his death as if something torn him apart from the inside so it's probably not yoyo who killed him right? yoyo don't have that kinda power

-what if all four of them were mind controlled and they're just bullshitting each other lol

-yoyo roasting Daisy for not understanding Spanish lololol

-So it is Lincoln?? This fight is so chaotic. it's fun to see Inhumans fight each other

-Daisy is a pretty good leader without all of this mind control thing

-annnnd all four of them are in prison room

-when I saw the brand new prison room appear this season I knew they're gonna put Daisy in it and I was not wrong lolol

-Daisy is gonna spend an episode in shield prison room every season lmao

-awww FitzSimmons are so cute in this episode. And that kiss is very adorable

-How did Daisy got out of her prison room???

-waiiiiiiit so Daisy is mind controlled by alien octopus

-ugghh just why. I mean Daisy's actress is very good with this "Mind controlled crazy eyes"

-But ugghh I don't want Daisy to be away from shield yet AGAIN????

-the writers seriously don't know what to do if they don't make the audience question Daisy's loyalty every single season

-season 1: Skye so suspicious because rising tide and Miles

-season2: Skye so suspicious because afterlife/her parents

-season3: Daisy so suspicious because space octopus mind control

-Just try a different troop writers I'm getting tired of you guys trying to tear Daisy away from shield. we all know this girl will never turn her back on shield without mind control

-oh my god It's been a while since Daisy create massive destruction like she did with that avalanche in season 2

-My girl is so powerful and I hope she can fight back the mind control

-It's sooooo cool to see her tear down the entire base all by herself but at the same time just thinking about a warm digging into Daisy's brain, mind controlling her is so grosssss

-They better cure her next episode

[collectionofcherries]

☕ Morning Coffee ☕ Din Djarin

So I just finished The Mandalorian and look. I've got a problem with space dads. First it was Malcolm Reynolds and now I've been smacked in the face by Din Djarin. So how do I cope? Well I write about a morning coffee with him. As any perfectly sane person would. --- In synopsis Morning Coffee is a simple concept, it follows your morning to the start of your cup to the end of it. Hope you enjoy! ---

Pronouns: Unmentioned however I am a woman so may lean more towards Female!Reader Warnings: Fluff and of course my awful humour. Also in case you don't know what a Moka Pot is. Word Count: 1,834 ---

Din had gotten used to you over the time you'd been travelling together, and just in general having someone else on the Crest. Or at least he thought he'd gotten used to you. Waking up to a loud whirring noise he practically jumped out of his bunk to see what part of his ship was making that noise only to end up nearly barreling into you. The source of the noise. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Coffee?"

You raise your spice blender and it was all the explanation he needed. You were grinding down the coffee beans you'd gotten on Nevarro. "Do you have to do that now?" He sighs.

"Well, typically people have coffee when they wake up. So yes." You answer back in the same condescending tone.

Even through the helmet you could feel his annoyed stare not that it bothered you much anymore, you get used to the glaring after awhile. "You know the kid--" He starts, gesturing over to his bunk.

"Is up with me." You finish.

You gesture over to the kid sitting and eating some of the eggs you'd bought at port. "How long have you been up?" He asks as his arm falls to his side.

"I've been up just long enough to start making coffee." You punctuated your statement by starting the spice blender again. "He's been up long enough to rummage through my bag and find food." You speak loudly over the whirring. The noise drowned out his sigh, the kid was always getting into things he wasn't supposed too. "Luckily didn't get to the beans, last thing he needs is caffeine" You let him know.

The kid on caffeine was certainly funny to picture but would prove catastrophic in practice. "Mmm." He hums in agreement,

Not that you could hear that, but you saw his small head nod. "Did you fix the burner?" Did resting bitch face apply to helmets? Was it possible to have resting bitch helmet? "Do you want me to fill this ship with gas waiting for it to catch or do you just want to answer?" You ask arching a brow to mock threaten him.

He sighs and goes over to the burner, he's been meaning to fix it it just hasn't been the highest priority. He pulls it the small burner down from it's storage in the wall and it slides into place with a loud squeak that competes with the loud sound of your grinding, it's been a while since he's even looked at it since it stopped working. He gets down onto the ground to take a look at the wiring underneath the component and you'd think he wouldn't be able to see you because of his helmet and his position on the floor but he does see you. He see's how amused you look and if you were anyone else he'd tell you to get lost but you're not anyone else, much to his emotional dismay sometimes.

As the grinding noise comes to a halt and you make yourself busy filling a moka pot he's reminded why this burner hasn't been used in so long, it needs new wiring. Wiring he doesn't have, he sighs as he gets up. "So?" You ask smiling at him.

He can't stomach to tell your dopey sleepy smile no so he just shakes his head but the fall of your dimples still sends a painful pang into his stomach. "I'll just use a fire starter, I think I still have one from that little fishing town on Trask's Moon." You nod to yourself as you talk.

You go over to your bag and the kid is instantly interested in what you're doing after all in his mind you could be getting more food! "You want to start a fire in my ship?" Din asks less than thrilled.

You rummage through your bag until you find the small fuel tab, it's clearly not food but none the less the kid reaches his hands up for it. "Actually." You start as you go over to the burner and place it in the middle. "I don't have a lighter so I want you to start a fire in your ship."

Unbelievable would be a good for to describe you he decides. At any point in time you're unbelievable. You make unbelievable decisions, you have unbelievable nerve, you have an unbelievably good smile, you're unbelievably hopeful, you're just unbelievable. How did he end up with someone so unbelievable? He's with the two most unbelievable beings in the universe, he has to be, he's sure of that much. A green kid who has telekinesis and you, he's not sure who's more unbelievable but he gets his answer as he feels you touch his arm which he immediately pulls away from you. "Don't even think about it." He says firmly.

"Well someone has to think about it, you're clearly moon blinked so let me press the button." You say as if it's nothing, it's a weapon of the Mandalorian for crying out loud. "Come on, I've seen you do it like a dozen times now it's just that little button there. I'll just press it for a second, it'll be fine." You say as if that's somehow supposed to make it fine.

"You're not Mandalorian, it's not a play thing." He tells you firmly

"Okay, fine, you do it." You gesture at the small fuel tab. "Kill joy." You add.

Unbelievable indeed. What is believable is that fact he knows you won't stop pestering him until that fuel tab somehow gets lit. "Grab the kid, I don't want him wandering near." He orders in a sigh.

"He does love fire." You mutter in agreement.

You go over and the kid is more than happy to be picked up by you, his arms outstretched and a gurgle of joy comes out of him as you pick him up and lean him against your chest. It never fails to make Din's heart squeeze when he see's you two together not that he'd ever whisper a word about how it made him feel, he barely even whispered it to himself. You handle the kid more like a baby than he does, you gently bounce on the balls on your feet and sway from side to side which he wouldn't be caught dead doing but he can't deny that the kid clearly loves it. You both look over at him and he immediately turns his attention to the burner, the feeling of being caught like a child with their hand in the cookie jar makes his cheeks tint with red. Thank the stars for this helmet some days.

Maybe it was from being startled by being caught or maybe it was just the effect you had on his logic but he takes aim at the small fuel tab and gives the tiniest press to his flamethrower and with the tini tiniest flame the fuel tab is lit. "And to think you didn't like my idea." You joke.

He scoffs and shakes his head but you know behind that helmet he's got to be smiling, even if it's just a little bit. You grab the moka pot and set it down on the burner and smile, soon you'll have coffee and it feels like it's been ages since you've had any. "Do you take sugar?" You ask as you go over to your bag.

"No."

"Is that apart of the creed too? To suffer awful black coffee? Like some sort of torturous training?" You laugh.

He doesn't give you an answer but you assume if he did it'd be a yes. You rummage out two cups and the small bag of sugar you have from your backpack and it'd always fascinate Din what you could manage to pull out of that bag, it seemed like you impossibly had so much in that one backpack. One thing becomes incredibly clear, the kid has seen sugar before and reaches to take it from the hand you're not holding him with. Big problem though, you can't really hold anything out of reach of someone with telekinesis. He closes his eyes and you immediately feel a tug at everything between your clasped fingers. "Don't!" Din says as soon as he sees what the kid is playing at.

But his warning goes unheeded. Between the tug from the kid and your grip as you try to keep the sugar out of his reach the bag breaks and sugar goes flying. He's thrilled and lets out a squeal of glee but you? Well Din can't exactly tell. Your mouth is agape in disbelief and your eyebrows are brought together but only a little. But after a moment you laugh and the tenseness drops from the room and he even lets out a tiny chuckle. "This is what I get for mocking you." You concede in a laugh. Another breathy chuckle makes it's way out of him. "Can't say he's not sweet on me." You joke but this time you aren't rewarded with a laugh...that was a pretty bad pun you admit. "Sweet on you too."

"Don't."

But just as his warning went unheeded with the kid it goes unheeded with you and you shake out your arm in his direction and tiny pitter patters of sugar hitting Beskar throw you into a fit of laughter. Din's refusal to find any of this funny and stand stoically only makes you laugh harder. Your laughter is only drowned out by the sound of the moka pot whistling to let you know it's done. This morning was too noisy Din decided, not that he could or would do anything to change that but none the less it was just so noisy. You get control of your laughter as you set the cups down and grab the moka pot. As you pour the kid sniffs and the caffeinated liquid and for once finds something digestible repulsive, you thank the stars as he lets out a whine of discontent. With some confidence that these coffee's won't be pulled out of your hands you set him down and with your free hand offer a cup out to Din. "Thank you." He says to spite all your shenanigans he's still got manners.

You smile and nod as you grab your own cup to enjoy, you go to look over at him only to see him making his way up to the cockpit. "Oh come on, enjoy coffee with me! I won't peak!" You call after him.

You're left unanswered as he climbs the latter. You take a sip of coffee and sigh at the bitter taste but you suppose bitter things are growing on you. "Guess it's just you and me kid." You say as look down at him, only to see the kid licking the sugar off the floor.

You can practically hear Din chastising him but it's too early for you to do so. After all the kid has put way worse things in his mouth. --- ~Admin Coral🍒 Buy Me A Coffee?

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

A Series of Firsts

Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst

@kuripon

I wrote you a thing 😘

The biggest of thanks to the most darling @jaskiersvalley for tearing this apart and telling me how to put it back together correctly <3

This was written for The Witcher Bog Mini Exchange! A little exchange we did within our Witcher Discord! (I also forgot the meaning of the word mini and now this is 4k - after I cut out 2 plot points 😬)

So here is some fluffy and soft Geraskier goodness, rated T

-

Geralt sighed as he watched Jaskier trip over another rock in the road. In the daylight. On a clear day. The man really was a disaster, tripping over nothing simply because he just wasn’t paying attention.

Winter was approaching and they had been planning on splitting up at the crossroads ahead, Jaskier to head for Oxenfurt and Geralt to head for Kaer Morhen. Normally, when the two split for winter, they were close enough to Oxenfurt for Geralt to be able to leave the man there, but this year they had been nearly on the other side of the continent.

Geralt wouldn’t be able to get him to Oxenfurt safely and then make it to Kaer Morhen before the pass froze over, though, so they had agreed to split up.

Geralt wasn’t convinced that Jaskier would be able to make it to Oxenfurt by himself.

Sure, the pair had split up over the two or so years that they had been travelling together but typically Geralt left Jaskier in a city where he was relatively protected and could find safe travels with troupes or caravans should he leave for elsewhere. But here, in the middle of the road, Geralt wasn’t feeling overly confident about leaving the bard to his own devices.

He supposed he could escort Jaskier to Oxenfurt, then make his way to Novigrad and winter there, he had friends in the city. The biggest problem was how expensive it was and how few and far between contracts were in the winter months.

Geralt watched as Jaskier wagged a finger at the rock that had tripped him with amusement, still wracking his brain for a good solution to getting the man to Oxenfurt safely. Although, Geralt did suppose there was a chance Jaskier would be willing to travel with him for the winter, to Kaer Morhen. It certainly would be an adventure for the man, and he loved those. And Geralt wouldn’t truly mind the man’s company over the winter. There were a lot of tomes and poetry books which were thought lost to time that were still in the library at Kaer Morhen and Jaskier, always boasting about how much of a learned man he was, would surely love to see them.

Yes, it would be a good solution. Geralt would be able to keep an eye on the man and know he was safe, he would get his company over winter, which was truly no hardship, and Jaskier might find the idea fun. He supposed he could at least suggest it.

Clearing his throat, Geralt interrupted Jaskier’s rant about how rude it was to trip people, “Jaskier, would you like to accompany me this winter?”

Jaskier turned around to face Geralt, his mouth wide and a confused look on his face, “Accompany you?”

“Yes. To Kaer Morhen.”

Jaskier opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking rather like a fish, Geralt thought.

“You want… me, to go with you? To your secret witcher keep? For the winter?”

“If you would like to join me, yes.”

Jaskier was staring at Geralt, his blue eyes shining brilliant and bright in the sunlight. He looked confused, not an expression Geralt often associated with Jaskier, the man was rather quick witted, his mind seemed to race on even faster than his mouth sometimes.

But it seemed Geralt had stumped him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t like. I just thought you might like to see the keep. And there are some books in the library that I think you would find interesting.”

“Some books you think I would find interesting?” Jaskier asked, sounding faint.

“Yes.”

Jaskier blinked a few times rapidly, looking around as if trying to find a solution for his obvious confusion before settling his gaze back on Geralt and shrugging, “If you’re offering then, yes. I would love to accompany you.”

Geralt nodded, “Alright then.”

And it was settled.

Jaskier still looked confused.

-

Jaskier felt his mouth open as he stared in awe at the massive keep in front of him. He had been astounded as they reached the gate and then again when they reached another entry way and now, actually facing the keep, he was amazed.

It was absolutely stunning. Crumbling in places, sure. Maybe a bit worse for wear in other places as well, but truly just gorgeous.

“I thought you were cold?”

Fuck. He was, he really was, and he had wanted nothing more than to run inside the keep at the first opportunity and plant himself firmly in the middle of a fire, directly on the coals, but when the stone keep had appeared in front of him, stealing his breath from his lungs, he had forgotten all about the ache of his ears and the fact that his nose had long since gone numb.

But Geralt was right, he needed warmth and soon. He could come back out and stare at the glory of Kaer Morhen later, when he wasn’t about to die from hypothermia and lose a couple toes to frostbite.

When Geralt pushed open the doors of the keep, Jaskier felt the warmth wash over him in a comforting wave and he hurried behind Geralt to hopefully find the source of said heat.

Looking around in amazement, Jaskier’s eyes danced over the beautiful, if dilapidated, tapestries and murals decorating the giant walls of the main hall of the keep. It was glorious. Everywhere Jaskier looked, there was something new to feast his eyes upon, and every time he looked back at somewhere he had already studied, he found new details.

As much hesitance and confusion as he had felt taking Geralt’s offer to join him for winter, Jaskier didn’t regret his decision for a moment. If he hadn’t gotten to see this then… well, he supposed he wouldn’t know what he was missing, but now that he did know, he would never be able to go back. The history of the keep, literally written on the walls, be it in intricate murals or damages from the attacks, were screaming at Jaskier, begging to be immortalized in song. He could see the music dancing through the air as he looked around.

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier jumped, looking to where Geralt was staring at him, “Sorry… it’s just… amazing in here! Geralt, why didn’t you tell me how amazing it is?”

Geralt looked around quickly, a frown on his face, “It’s just… home?”

Jaskier felt himself soften at Geralt’s words, “Yes, it is, darling. And I’m very happy to be here. Now, if you could kindly escort me to the fire, I would like to lay down in it.”

Geralt huffed out a small laugh and Jaskier could see the corners of his mouth twitch up, “Come on, it’ll be warmest in the kitchen and you can sit as close to the fire as you dare.”

“Right in the center, then!”

“I don’t know if I’m feeling roast bard for dinner tonight.”

Jaskier laughed loudly, his shoulders shaking as he followed Geralt to the keep. His laughter bounced off the walls, echoing around them.

Geralt had been right, the kitchen, a smaller room right off of the main hall, was certainly warmer, and Jaskier was able to pull a bench right up to the fire where he held his hands and feet dangerously close to the blissful heat.

“You’ll get blisters,” Geralt commented wryly as he shuffled around the kitchen, getting bowls out as he messed with a large pot. It smelled delicious, whatever it was. Jaskier couldn’t quite place it, though it smelled herbal.

Geralt filled the bowls and walked over to sit next to Jaskier on the bench, holding out one for him, “Here, eat this to help warm you.”

Taking the bowl with a grateful smile, Jaskier wasted no time digging in. He had never tasted anything quite like it before. It seemed to be a stew, certainly the heartiest one Jaskier had ever had, filled with venison, potatoes, carrots, and a number of herbs he was certain he had never seen before. It was delicious.

“Mmm, who made this?” He asked between bites.

“Vesemir.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Jaskier kept eating. Geralt didn’t talk much of the other witchers of Kaer Morhen, though he had mentioned them all a few times here and there. Jaskier had always gotten the impression that Vesemir had become something of a caretaker to Geralt, though he wasn’t sure exactly how they related to each other. But Geralt spoke of the other man as if he were a mentor, so Jaskier had always suspected Geralt had learned a lot from him.

If only Geralt would learn to cook a stew like this, Jaskier would never feel the need to spend coin in another tavern for dinner again.

-

The sound of the kitchen door closing startled Jaskier, and he spun around on his bench to see another witcher, grey haired and kind faced, standing just inside the kitchen, staring at Geralt meaningfully. Geralt shrugged.

Golden eyes fixed on Jaskier.

“Hello,” Jaskier said, suddenly feeling hesitant, “I’m Jaskier.”

“The bard.” It wasn’t a question. An acknowledgement, more like. Maybe even an accusation, Jaskier couldn’t really tell.

“Ahh, yes. That would be me.”

The man nodded, “I’m Vesemir. Welcome to Kaer Morhen.”

“Oh! You made the stew!”

Vesemir raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“It’s delicious!” Jaskier declared, gesturing to his third bowl, “Truly the best stew I’ve ever had. You’ll have to teach me how you do it, Geralt certainly can’t accomplish anything that tastes so good.”

Vesemir approached the table and sat across from Jaskier, both ignoring Geralt’s indignant grunt as the pair began to discuss why Vesemir’s stew was so delicious and why Geralt’s never seemed to measure up.

-

Jaskier laughed loudly, his head thrown back in glee, as Vesemir told another story about the havoc a young Geralt would cause and his subsequent punishments. Jaskier had been nervous to meet the older witcher, worried he wouldn’t be welcomed into the keep despite Geralt’s insistence he would be.

He needn’t have been worried.

Vesemir proved not only to be incredibly inviting but also happy to have a guest, particularly one gifted in music.

“I’ve dallied,” he admitted finally, after a long conversation with Jaskier about the best qualities in lute strings.

Jaskier couldn’t help but grin as he held his lute out to Vesemir, “Go on then, show me what you’ve got!” 

“I couldn’t.”

“You can and you will!” Jaskier gestured to the lute again.

Steady hands gripped the lute, holding it with care, making Jaskier smile, “Alright, play us something!” 

In only a few moments, Vesemir seemed to have fallen back into an old skill as he picked at the lute strings expertly. Jaskier wouldn’t say that the older witcher’s skills were comparable to his own but they were rather better than many other professionals Jaskier could think of.

Like the troubadour of Cidaris, for instance.

The sound of the lute resonated through the kitchen and Jaskier took a moment to appreciate it, appreciate sitting back and enjoying the music instead of being the one to provide it.

An idea popping into his head, Jaskier spun around to look at Geralt where he sat by the fire, watching the other two.

Jaskier held out his hand, beckoning the witcher, “Dance with me?”

“I don’t dance,”

Jaskier scoffed, “Don’t give me that, Geralt. Come on, dance with me!”

Geralt shook his head, “No.”

Whining, Jaskier strode over to Geralt with a pleading expression on his face, “Please, Geralt! I never get to dance, I’m always the one playing. Please, please, please.”

“Will it shut you up?”

“Never!” Jaskier smiled brilliantly as he threaded his fingers through Geralt’s and tugged, urging the witcher to join him.

And Geralt, much to Jaskier’s utter delight, did so.

“Now I’m sure you aren’t overly practiced in the art of dance, but you can’t be too terribly bad at it.”

“I wouldn’t know, never done it.”

“Never… wait you’ve never danced? Any dance? Ever?”

“No. Who would want to dance with me?”

“Well I certainly do.” Jaskier felt an indignant anger swell up inside of him, angry at the world all of a sudden, bitter that it would treat such an amazing man so poorly.

“You’re strange and have no self preservation. It’s a miracle you’re still alive.”

Spluttering, Jaskier floundered for a moment, shocked at the accusation, but just before he could start ranting, Vesemir switched tunes, playing something lively and good for dancing.

Choosing to ignore Geralt’s slight at him, for now, he grabbed Geralt firmly by the waist and maneuvered him into position, “Just do what I do, my dearest witcher, and you’ll be a dancer in no time.”

Geralt rolled his eyes but still went along with it, his fondness for Jaskier showing in his eyes, his every movement. It warmed Jaskier through far better than the fire and stew had. It was a simmering warmth Jaskier felt every time the witcher proved his affections. Proved they truly were friends.

Geralt never did so with words but actions, as they say, speak much louder than words and Geralt was certainly a man of action.

Unable to believe his luck, Jaskier sent off silent prayer to Melitele. He felt a thrill run through him as he gripped Geralt by the waist. Geralt in his arms was truly a dream he had never thought would come true. He wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that this was more that it was, that Geralt felt the same as he did, but he would still enjoy the friendly embrace, he would give himself that.

Jaskier had, of course, been right. As he led Geralt through the steps, the witcher picked them up quickly, his training in footwork for fighting translating perfectly to dancing.

And, if you were to ask Jaskier, he would say Geralt’s first dance went rather well.

As the song came to a close, Jaskier took a chance, swinging Geralt around and dipping him. The only sign of surprise Jaskier could see was a slight widening of Geralt’s eyes, but he still allowed him to do as he pleased, pulling him up out of the dip, cradled close in Jaskier’s arms.

And then they were kissing.

Jaskier wasn’t sure who moved first, though it must have been him, surely. All he knew for certain was that their mouths were pressed together, open in a filthy kiss, and then the warmth of the witcher was gone.

Jaskier watched, a forlorn feeling settling over him, as Geralt strode swiftly from the kitchen, the door slamming behind him.

Turning slowly, Jaskier looked to Vesemir, who merely quirked an amused eyebrow.

Jaskier groaned, “Bollocks.”

-

Jaskier should sit, really. With the way he was pacing, he would wear a hole into the bearskin rug thrown on the floor of Geralt’s room. He should sit in a chair by the fire that Vesemir had politely started for him after showing him the way to Geralt’s room. He should curl up and do some writing or reading or anything to keep his mind occupied, distracted.

All he could think about was the kiss.

Jaskier still wasn’t sure what happened, how it started, but it was truly everything he had hoped for, for… far too long. And the more he thought about it, focused on the moment, the less confident he was that he had attacked Geralt with his mouth and the more he wondered if it hadn’t been mutual. Geralt had certainly pressed them together even tighter as if it had been.

But was he overthinking it? Was he putting emotions where there should be none. Creating something that didn’t exist. Was he simply projecting his desires where they were unwanted?

Maybe he would know the answer if Geralt hadn’t run off. Like he did every time something serious happened.

Jaskier knew, had known from very early on, that Geralt struggled with processing his emotions. He wasn't sure if it was an issue of how Geralt was raised or perhaps hearing a life time of hateful people saying he had no emotions or if the mutagens he was subjected to really did affect his emotions in some way, or maybe some combination therein, but he did know that Geralt struggled. And that was okay, truly. Jaskier didn’t mind. He saw the way Geralt put in the effort to communicate with him, though it wasn’t ever really with his words. But he did put in the effort and that’s what Jaskier had always focused on.

Now, though, he was rather frustrated. If Geralt would just stay when things got tense, take a moment to calm down and then use his words, then maybe things would be easier on the both of them.

Maybe-

Maybe Jaskier wouldn’t trip on the edge of a bearskin rug and knock his head against a table.

Groaning, Jaskier sat up slowly and cradled his head in his hands. He could already feel a bump forming, the spot throbbing dully. Of course he would manage to hurt himself when he was getting all fired up, ready to confront Geralt.

And of course that would be the moment Geralt decided to walk in the room.

“Jaskier?” Geralt rushed over to Jaskier’s seated position, kneeling on the ground beside him.

A gentle hand pulled Jaskier’s away from his head and Jaskier whimpered as it was exposed to the air of the room.

“Jaskier are you okay? How do you feel?”

Jaskier winced, taking stock of his injuries. His knee felt rather bruised and his arm certainly ached some but it seemed that his head had taken the brunt of the damage. “I think I’m alright.”

Geralt made a tutting noise, one Jaskier had only heard him use when something was wrong with Roach. Any anger that he might still have held left him with that single small noise. He knew Geralt cared about him, he knew that without a singular doubt, so really there was no point in getting angry. He just needed Geralt to talk to him.

Jaskier looked into Geralt’s eyes, the concern reflected in the brilliant amber nearly overwhelming. “I’m okay,” he said, taking hold of Geralt’s hand, “thank you for being concerned. Can we talk?”

Furrowing his brow, Geralt disregarded the question, “Are you sure you’re okay? I should get something to put on your forehead.”

Shaking his head slowly, trying not to make it ache worse, Jaskier broached the subject again “It can wait. But we should talk.”

Geralt nodded, a resolute look on his face.

-

Geralt should have known that this would be a bad idea, inviting the bard to winter with him. Sure, it was an excellent way to keep an eye on him, make sure he was safe and sound, but it put Geralt at risk of revealing feelings, both to himself and Jaskier, that he would rather keep locked away.

He thought his heart would burst from his chest when he saw the amazement shining in Jaskier’s eyes as he took in Geralt’s home. He had pleased him, given Jaskier that coveted thrill of wonderment he always spoke so highly of. And then Jaskier had laughed, bright and loud, the sound echoing through the main hall of the keep. Geralt would never be able to get that sound out of his head. It warmed him, made his stomach flip and flop in strange ways.

It was terrifying.

Throughout supper, watching Jaskier get comfortable in his home, watching him and Vesemir bond, Geralt couldn’t help but let his thoughts stray. It wasn’t something meant to be, Geralt knew that, knew he wasn’t destined to spend his life alongside someone, to have a family outside of his fellow witchers. It was a miracle he had managed to travel with Jaskier and enjoy his company for as long as he had.

No one really wanted to spend their time with a witcher. No one except one really strange, clingy, chatty, loud mouthed bard. Whom Geralt loved.

Fuck.

He knew better than to admit this, admitting it made it real, gave him thoughts best left alone. Geralt did his best to lock down the feelings as Jaskier offered Vesemir his lute. Steeling his will, Geralt did he best to be resolute in his decision, determined to stay strong and never admit this weakness. And then Jaskier turned to him, eyes wide and pleading, and asked him to dance. That one look, that simple request, was all it took to break him.

Next thing he knew he was spinning around, held in Jaskier’s arms, in his home, and he felt content. Safe.

It was too much and not enough and then they were kissing. Geralt wasn’t sure who started it, but he did know he leaned in greedily, clutching at Jaskier tightly, unwilling to let him go. But he wasn’t allowed this. His life, his destiny, would never allow this happiness. This moment would turn sour with time. Even if Jaskier did want it now, he wouldn’t forever. He would grow tired of the witcher’s life, grow tired of the Path, grow old and weary of Geralt’s wandering ways.

He couldn’t have this.

So, he ran.

It maybe wasn’t the most responsible decision, and maybe it would do more damage, but it could be no worse than staying. Staying and looking into Jaskier’s eyes again and crumbling even more, falling hopelessly headfirst into the love he knew he felt.

That he knew he shouldn’t feel.

He left the keep and the courtyard behind, climbing up to the old bastion, jumping up on its now crumbling walls, ignoring the wail of the ghosts below. And there he sat, staring into the distance, slowly growing colder and colder, and the whole time all he could think of was Jaskier.

Geralt had never needed. He never wanted for anything. He never yearned.

And yet…

Jaskier’s eyes and his smile and the way he strummed his lute thoughtfully when composing and the way he danced around carefree and happy whenever given the opportunity and the way he worried endlessly over every injury Geralt may face, from mundane scratches to gaping wounds.

Geralt loved him. Had loved him for some time. And now, in his home, where he felt safest, he couldn’t hide it anymore. Not from Jaskier and not from himself.

Fuck.

-

He knew Jaskier was waiting for him, he could smell his scent, chamomile and honey, coming from his room. He could hear Jaskier’s heartbeat. Faster than it should be.

Speeding his strides, Geralt threw open the door to his room to see Jaskier slumped over on the ground, his hands clutching at his head, his face screwed up in pain. Geralt could feel a lump in his throat, the worry he felt for Jaskier instant and overwhelming. He rushed to the bard’s side, taking Jaskier’s hand in his as he inspected the knot forming on his head.

And Jaskier insisted he was fine, deflecting the injury and instead asking Geralt if they could talk.

Geralt knew they needed to. They probably should have had this discussion, and many others, a long, long time ago. But Geralt didn’t like talking and Jaskier had always humored him.

He nodded.

“I’m sorry I kissed you. I shouldn’t have. Not like that. I should have made sure you were interested first.”

“Jask-”

“No, let me say this, Geralt. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time now, I’m sure you know that. I’ve not kept my attraction to you a secret for some time now.”

Geralt… hadn’t known. Jaskier flirted with him, of course, he flirted with everyone. Geralt had never thought much of it.

“But I think there’s more to this than me being… over excited and kissing you when I shouldn’t have. I think we need to discuss our feelings for each other.”

“I agree.”

Jaskier’s eyebrows raised in surprise before he winced slightly. “Well… in that case, shall I start?”

Geralt nodded.

“Alright then, Geralt, I love you. I love you dearly. With every bit of me. And I want to spend the rest of my life travelling with you.”

Geralt’s breath caught in his throat. “I love you, too, Jaskier.”

“You do?” Jaskier asked softly.

Geralt smiled, cupping Jaskier’s cheek, “I’ve never said that to someone before. I’ve never wanted to until now.”

“I’ve never meant it, not until now.”