#oh and the satisfaction of stealing a base

[salemrph]

Careful, kitten

Summary: Sylus is tense, quiet, and clearly off his game and you can’t help but poke at him to figure out why.

Character: Sylus & MC/You

Genre: unresolved romantic-sexual tension, pre-relationship, teasing

Word count: 3.5k | Reading Time: 14 min | AO3

A/N: Had this for a while in the draft, I needed to see Sylus flustered somehow, without getting off character. Story is base on the moment with the Lipstick and the helmet, but not the moment itself. Picture source

You crouch down, placing a small dish of food near a group of stray cats. It has almost become a ritual to go feed the cats in the park. Sylus picks you up on his bike on those days in the morning, sometimes you still notice the tiredness and the dark circles under his eyes from not having slept enough. Or not having gone to bed at all. You have told him many times that you don't have to see each other so early, that you want him to sleep a few hours at least. But the gentleman insists that he doesn't want to keep you waiting and prefers it this way. He's just as stubborn as you sometimes are. Sylus is standing behind you, sunglasses on. It's a gorgeous day this morning, it's getting warmer. You enjoy the rays of the sun that caress your skin. 

The usual trio of cats approached, the cautious steps quickly turning into eager little trots as the scents of food reached them. You smile when you see them eating.

“Not so fast… you will choke, Marshmallow”. You are very immersed in the scene of the three cats eating with fervor.

His lips parted slightly before he closed them again, exhaling through his nose. “You’ve started naming them?”

“Of course I have”. You gestured lazily at the largest of the three. A round, fluffy white cat with a soft gray patch over one ear, currently inhaling its food like it hadn’t eaten in days. “That’s Marshmallow. He eats like he’s in a competition. Every time.” 

Then pointed to the second one, a lean, all-black cat with striking green eyes, the one who always lingered just a bit further back, observing before approaching. “That one’s Phantom. He’s a little dramatic.”

You grinned in satisfaction before finally gesturing to the last one. A scrappy little tabby with a torn ear, the smallest of the three but easily the most energetic. “And that’s Bandit. Tries to steal everyone else’s food and somehow still stays tiny.”

Then, with a smirk, he said “Mephisto will get jealous of all these new friends you're making.” 

You scoffed, nudging his arm lightly. “Oh, please. Mephisto knows he’s irreplaceable. This is just my little morning gang.”

Sylus hummed, gaze flicking to the trio of cats devouring their meal. He coursed down, eyes flickering back to you. The way you sat comfortably on the pavement, fingers gently brushing against one of the cats, hair slightly tousled from the breeze, it was an oddly soft image. More cats approved, Sylus pulls out more small food out of a bag. As soon as he popped the lid, the cats perked up, their ears twitching at the familiar sound. You watch him with an amused smile. 

“It still surprises me, for someone who acts all untouchable, you sure are soft on them.” 

Sylus huff, not looking up “They’re be a nuisance if they were starving and desperate.” 

“Uh-huh” You don't say anything else. Marshmallow gets closer to him. Sylus just scratched him behind the ear, the cat leaned into this touch, purring loud enough. A small chuckle escaped you. 

“Your hands are really beautiful, you know.”

Sylus froze. His fingers stopped mid-motion, his eyes moved to you. You weren't even looking at him, when you said that. You were still watching the cats, head tilted slightly, your expression thoughtful “Long fingers, clean nails, nice veins… a bit rough. I bet people would pay just to see them in those hand model ads.” 

Sylus blinked. He flexed his fingers instinctively, as if trying to understand what you were seeing. They were just hands, functional, efficients, and dangerous. These hands had killed many times. Ended lives without hesitation or remorse. The blood that had once coated them wasn't something that could ever truly be washed away. And yet, here you are, calling them beautiful. 

He scoffed, still trying to follow you. “Don’t say weird things first thing in the morning.” 

You just hummed, Sylus exhaled sharply, looking away. He massages his eyes, slightly lifting his sunglasses. He wasn't a morning person. Never had been. And this one was especially hard. You’ve started to blurt out things like that latly, without a second thought, throwing him off in ways he wasn’t prepared. Normally, he’d have some sharp remark, a smirk, a teasing jab to keep the balance from tipping too far. But today? No chance. He hadn't slept much. With that bit of sleep he had gotten was plagued by a dream so vivid, so tangible, that waking up had felt like a cruel joke. You were tangled in his sheets. Fingers gripping his shoulder. Lips parting in breathless whispers saying his name… 

So vivid that when he woke up, the first thing he had done was grip the sheets in frustration, jaw tight, body thrumming with leftover heat that had nowhere to go. Even if he had taken the time to deal with his painful erection that very morning, it wasn't enough. Not after a dream like that. It was getting difficult.

Difficult to sit next to you without his mind wandering. Harder to keep his gaze from lingering on the curve of your neck, the way your lips parted slightly when you focused too hard. Harder to pretend like he wasn’t aching every time you said something dangerous without even realizing it. It wasn’t fair. Today, he was tired. His patience was worn too thin, his self-control stretched to its absolute limit.

“You okay? You look kind of out of it” 

“Didn’t sleep much” 

“Nightmares?” you frowned slightly.

Sylus snorted, shaking his head. “Not exactly” Far from it. If it had been nightmares, that would have been easier. This was needed. It was hunger, deep and aching, wrapped around him like a slow-burning fire that refused to go out.

“You sure? You seem…”

“I’m fine.” He cut in too quickly, voice rougher than intended.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. Clearly, you aren't buying it. But you didn’t push but you didn't drop it entirely either. Instead, you turned back to the cats, scratching Phantom under the chin as the sleek black cat purred in contentment. 

His mind was still stuck on your voice, breathy and needy from his dream, whispering his name in ways you never had in reality.

“Well, whatever kept you up, it must’ve been pretty intense.” His brain was still rebooting when you smirked lightly. “Was it a mission thing? Or something else?”

You rested your chin on your hand, watching him like you were solving a puzzle. “Wait… don’t tell me you got into a fight with Mephisto again.” Sylus blinked. You nodded to yourself, looking way too serious now. “It makes sense. The broody look, the weird tension, the fact that you’re avoiding eye contact. Did you two have a jealousy spat over the cats?”

“You think this is about the cats? What's wrong with your head?” Sylus shakes his head then he runs a hand down his face, his fingers pressing against his temples. He needed this conversation to end. Immediately. “We are leaving. I need a coffee.” 

Still sitting on the pavement, you just stared at him, blinking in confusion. "Okay…? You could’ve just said that instead of having a mini crisis."

Sylus didn’t respond. He was already walking away, jaw tight, hands shoved into his pockets. 

You frowned slightly before glancing down at the cats. "What’s his deal?" Phantom, as if in solidarity, flicked his tail and turned his head away with an exaggerated huff. You chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, I don’t get him either.”

Today, he’s weirdly quiet.

He keeps rubbing his fingers over his temple like he’s trying to will away whatever is bothering him. He runs a hand through his hair too often, exhales too heavily. You tilt your head, watching him, amusement bubbling in your chest. Oh. Oh, this could be fun. Maybe if you push him a little, just a little, you’ll figure out what’s wrong. What could possibly go wrong?

The engine growls beneath you as Sylus kicks the bike into motion, but you can feel the hesitation in his movements, the slight rigidity that wasn’t there before. Sylus inhales sharply, fingers gripping the handlebars tighter.

"Hold on" he mutters, voice tight. You grin. You press yourself closer than usual on the back of his motorcycle, arms wrapped snugly around his waist. Normally, you keep a respectable grip, not too loose, not too tight. But, you let your fingers drift just a bit lower, brushing the firm muscle at his waist. You don’t miss the way his entire body tenses beneath you. Oh… Interesting. You’re sure he curses under his breath. 

By the time he pulls up to your destination, you can tell he’s barely holding himself together. The moment the bike comes to a stop, he mutters a firm “Get off.”

You blink innocently. Sylus twists around to look at you, and he’s struggling. His red eyes are dark, sharp, his jaw tight like he’s fighting something. And it’s glorious.

“Off. Now.”

You huff playfully, but slide off the bike, stretching as if nothing happened. Sylus stays seated for a moment longer, like he needs to breathe. This is too good.

At first, you thought maybe he was just tired, maybe a little irritated about something mission-related. But now? Now, you’re starting to suspect it’s something else entirely.

Because every little touch, every offhand comment, every time you press even slightly into his space, he reacts. Not in a big way, no, he’s too good at keeping himself composed for that. But you see it. The flicker in his eyes. It’s like he’s… sensitive. And then it hits you. 

Oh. Ohhh. Maybe he just… 

…hasn’t gotten fucked in a while. Sylus is an attractive man who could have anyone relieve his stress. You've read in some articles that men with so much power often forget to relax. You almost laugh at the thought. Is that what’s wrong with him? Is that why he’s all tense and restless? Well. You’re not cruel. But you are curious. Which is why you decide to push. You wait until you're sitting across from him at a café, sipping on coffee, watching him struggle to act normal. His usual confidence is still there, but it’s fragile, like it could crack at any second.

You smirk. "You know, Sylus…" you start, propping your chin in your hand, voice slow and thoughtful.

He lifts a brow, already looking suspicious. "What?"

Your smirk widens. "I read something interesting earlier."

Sylus exhales, dragging his fingers over the rim of his cup, gaze flicking to you warily. "Should I be worried?"

You shrug, swirling your drink absentmindedly. "Apparently, if someone goes too long without… a release…." you pause just long enough to see his fingers tighten slightly "...their body starts getting all restless. Irritable. Sensitive."

His eyebrow twitches. Sylus lifts his cup to his lips. You continue, your voice taking on a casual, almost curious lilt. “Have you… released yourself lately?”

And then he chokes on his coffee. You blink, watching in fascination as he coughs into his fist, setting the cup down too aggressively. He tilts his head slightly down, running a hand over his mouth, exhaling sharply like he’s trying to stay alive.

You purse your lips. "Wow. That was dramatic."

Sylus glares at you, voice rougher than usual. "What kind of question is that?"

You lift your shoulders in an innocent shrug. “It just made me think. Maybe that’s why you’ve been all weird today. Maybe you just need to, you know…” You gesture vaguely with your fingers. “Take care of…”

Before you can finish, Sylus snatches the small bun from your plate and shoves it into your mouth, effectively silencing you. Your eyes widen in pure betrayal as you glare up at him, muffled by the mouthful of bread.

"Kitten…" he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he’s suffering some great burden. "You know very well that I adore you, but do me a favor and keep those ideas to yourself."

You chew slowly, staring at him, piecing things together. His grip on his cup, his stiff posture, the way his gaze seem desperately focused on anywhere but you. He’s embarrassed. Flustered.

You swallow the bite of bread, smirking as you tilt your head. "You’re blushing." You lean in, resting your chin in your hand. "You’re really telling me you’ve never gotten like that?"

Sylus exhales sharply, shifting in his seat. "Sweetie…" he said, warning.

"Come on," you press, voice dipping just a little, teasing. "You’re all moody, tense, acting like you haven’t had a moment to yourself in forever."

Sylus suddenly leans forward, his face mere inches from yours. You freeze. The café noise around you fades as his eyes flicker with something you hadn't seen.

"Kitten," he murmurs, low and smooth, "do you really want to know the answer to that question?"

You blink. Your heart does an unexpected little flip. …Wait. Did you just? Did you accidentally walk into his trap? Your throat bobs. Sylus’ smirk curls back into natural place. He sees it, sees the moment the teasing turns back on you. And that’s when he leans back, taking a slow sip of his coffee like nothing happened.

"Eat up."

You stay silent, but your mind is racing. He thinks he won. He thinks he got the last word. But no, oh no, you’re not letting this go. You know you’re right. You just need to make him admit it. Still, you force yourself to drop the subject for now, watching as he takes another casual sip of his coffee, like he didn’t just send your thoughts spiraling with that stupid smirk.

You spend the rest of the day together, running errands, taking the long way back through the city. Sylus, despite his usual sharp awareness, seems tired. It’s the kind of exhaustion he hates showing, but even he can’t hide it completely.

By the time you both make it back to your place, the sun has dipped lower in the sky, casting long golden streaks across the floor. You unlock the door, stepping inside as Sylus leans against the frame, rubbing again his tired eyes. 

You glance over at him. "You should take a nap."

“I'm fine, I can go home.”

You gesture toward the couch. "Nap here. You can leave after." Sylus stares at you for a moment. Then, in a move that genuinely surprises you, he actually sighs in defeat. He shrugs off his coat, tossing it over the armrest before sinking onto the couch. You make space, removing some plushies and pulling out a blanket. You move away to get some water when a strong hand suddenly grabs your wrist. 

Your voice hitches. "Sy-!?" pulling you down onto the couch, straight into him. Your back hits solid warmth, his body firm beneath yours, and for a brief moment, you forget how to breathe. His head drops forward, resting against your back. A slow, steady breath fans against your shoulder. Your carefully crafted schemes? Gone. Vanished. Replaced by the very real, very warm reality of Sylus beneath you, his breath slow and steady, his body solid and impossibly close.

"C-Can you sleep like this?"

Sylus doesn’t answer. Instead, he just lets out a low growl, shifting slightly as if trying to get comfortable. You swear you feel the vibration of it through your whole body. You shift slightly, trying to regain some sense of control. "Sylus?"

Again, no verbal response. Just another slow breath, another barely-there rumble of a sound. His arms tighten just a little more around your waist. You swear he’s doing this on purpose. You stay completely still, your mind racing, desperately trying to figure out your next move. But then Sylus nuzzles slightly against your back, and every single thought leaves your brain. Oh, this bastard.

You huff, twisting slightly to get a look at his face. "Hey, are you actually asleep or just pretending so you can mess with me?"

Nothing. Just the slow rise and fall of his chest, the completely at ease expression on his face, his lips slightly parted, his head still resting against your shoulder blade.

…Okay. Maybe he actually is asleep. That was quick. He must be really at the end of his strength. You bite your lip, debating your options. You could move, try to wiggle out of his grasp, but that would mean more contact, and you’re not sure if you can break free that easily. Or you could be evil. Your lips curl slightly.

You shift again, this time, intentionally. A slow, careful movement, rolling your hips just slightly in his lap, like you’re innocently adjusting your position. The reaction is instantaneous. Sylus lets out a low, sharp inhale, his grip tightening just a fraction before his entire body freezes. For a moment, there’s silence.

So, you do it again. Another small roll of your hips, your weight pressing slightly into his lap. Still nothing. You try it a few more times and then you feel it. Something hard presses against your butt, unmistakable even through layers of fabric. Your breath catches. Your entire body locks up in realization, the warmth rushing up your spine now burning at your face. Oh. Oh, shit.

You freeze completely, pulse hammering, suddenly hyper-aware of everything. The firm press of Sylus' thighs beneath you, the heat of him against your back, the fact that you started something you weren’t sure would lead. You just wanted to tease him and now he is hard under you. 

“Kitten...” Your heartbeat slams against your ribs. His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it. “Stay still.”

You bite your lip, waiting, expecting him to react, to throw some cocky remark your way but he doesn’t. Instead, he stays completely still like he’s fighting something, like he’s trying to force this moment back under control. You’re not going to let him. Slowly you shift your hips again. Sylus exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers twitching where they rest against your waist.

You smirk, tilting your head slightly. "Are you going to tell me why you’re so tense?" You push further. "I mean, you’ve been acting weird all day." You let your voice dip just slightly, playing into the innocence of it. "Wouldn’t have anything to do with what we talked about this morning, would it?"

Sylus finally speaks with a dangerous rasp against your ear.

You want to burn this into your memory. Your heart is thudding, loud in your ears. You swallow, barely trusting your voice as you whisper.

"You should stop."

A shiver actually runs down your spine because of that tone. That is not his usual teasing. Slowly, cautiously, you turn your head to look at him, really look at him. And that’s when you see it. Sylus’ face is flushed. His jaw is tight, his lips slightly parted like he’s struggling to breathe evenly. His hair is slightly messy, strands fallen across his flushed forehead.

His eyes flick to your lips… then lower, linger on your thighs, before dragging back up to meet yours. That paralyzes you because Sylus never looks like this. Your mouth goes dry. You’ve seen Sylus in many states: bored, smug, amused, deadly. But this? This is something else entirely. You’ve imagined it, sure. On lonely nights, in quiet fantasies, in those dangerous thoughts you don’t usually entertain for long. And it’s such an erotic image that the idea of getting off his lap now feels like a death sentence. Like stepping away from something you might never get the chance to see again.

“…Why?”

His eyes darken instantly. He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand comes to rest on your thigh. Is light but the heat of it burns through the fabric.

“Because if you keep going…” he murmurs, but stops himself. A mocking smile appears on his lips again. “Why do you want to know so badly?” His thumb brushes the inside of your thigh, maddeningly light. “Is it curiosity?” he continues. “Is it the power? Or…” his eyes flicker to your lips again, “do you just like imagining it?”

Your heart stutters. He leans in, just enough that you feel the heat of his breath ghost over your cheek, his voice a whisper meant for no one but you.

“Be honest, kitten. Is it me you’re thinking about… when you’re restless?”

Your pulse trips.

“You ask that like you want it to be you.” You tilt your head, eyes dancing with mock thoughtfulness. “I mean, it could be. But there are so many options. It’d be unfair to name just one. Why so curious?” you murmur. “Feeling a little... worked up yourself?” You move a bit more on his lap. He is still hard, you bit your lip. 

“If I said yes,” he murmurs, voice low and velvety, “would that change anything?”

Your lips twitch with a teasing smile. “Maybe,” you say, leaning in just enough to make it sting. “Or maybe I’d just watch.”

“Careful, kitten. If you watch too long… you might beg to join.”

[rewh0re]

CAN I GET A KISS? (AND CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER?)

—wc: 878, headcanons of how different jjk men would kiss you!! fluffy fluff fluff and nothing but fluff, a lot of kissing (neck, lips and forehead), gojo in himself is a warning tbh. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

—pairing: geto, gojo, nanami x reader (separate)

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ geto suguru—

I somehow see Geto as a guy who is into neck kisses. Like you'd be doing your work and Suguru just spawns out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around your waist, pecking and nibbing down your neck. He'll be helping you put on the clasp of a necklace and would steal a little peck that would take you by surprise. So cute. He's also very much into pecking your shoulders and burying his head in your neck—his way of asking you to play with his hair. Like you will be watching some stupid rom com and the next thing you know, Suguru is latched onto you, nibbling onto your shoulder as he buries himself in your neck. His breath softly tickles your skin and you know no one’s going to watch the movie anymore. So you give into his antics as your fingers card through his hair as a hum of satisfaction leaves his lips. 

"oh! what was that for?" you yelped in a welcomed surprise as you felt a little nibble on the side of your neck which was quickly soothed by the feeling of your lover's warm tongue.

"missed my baby. When are you joining me in bed? it's late," his lips left a trail of kisses from the base of your ear to your clavicle.

"will you attack me if I say after I finish this draft?" you smiled up at him, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"you know I will."

You both knew he would attack you with kisses before bed either way.

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ gojo satoru—

Now Gojo is a flirt. He's a stupid idiot and a flirt. He'll do anything to tease you and rile you up if I'm being honest. He'll get close to you, breaths mingling together as he holds you against his hard chest. You can smell his rich boy cologne so clearly and you're sure he can probably hear your erratic heartbeat. It's all impossibly slow and you close your eyes, waiting for his lips to land on yours and then.....they land on your cheek! Your eyes shoot open at the howling laughter from the menace that is Gojo Satoru. He gives a detailed recollection of your face from just a few seconds ago and you realise he can never not get on your nerves.

"Satoru I fucking hate you," you whine, pouting a bit, your body sulking as you look away, arms folded and a rose tint on your cheeks.

The next thing you know, Satoru's arms are around your waist for a second time as you're impossibly close to him....again. Except now his lips are quick to land upon yours. you move your arms to grip on his hair while he tightens his arms around you. He sucks on your bottom lip, licking and nibbling it. Your surprised gasp allowed him his entrance into your mouth, your tongues gliding against each other's as both of your lips were covered with thick coats of saliva. His hand moved along your back, gripping your neck, then face and then back around your waist. You wish you could kiss him like this forever but your lack of oxygen compelled you to part.

You panted as you looked at him, his sapphire eyes holding love, passion, desire and something more—mischief perhaps?

he smirked before pecking your lips again.

"Won't hate me as much now I'm guessing?"

Incorrigible, isn't he?

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ nanami kento—

Come on. When I started writing this, I just knew Nanami had to be a forehead kiss man. He just radiates a sense of safety and comfort if you know what I mean. Imagine the both of you are at your shared apartment and you are just talking on the sofa and he's smiling at you and when you ask what's up he just takes your face in his big hand and leaves a long kiss on your forehead.

I just know Nanami comes home and the first thing he does is hug you tightly, as if to never let you go. He then proceeds to hold you gently by your neck as he leaves a lasting kiss on your temple.

Even before bed, after saying your good nights when you are all cuddled up with him, he'll softly leave a chaste kiss on your forehead, muttering 'sweet dreams' before you both lull to sleep. It's endearing really.

Especially when you're tired or stressed from work or life and you confide in him for comfort. He will hold you so tightly while you feel at home in his arms. One of his hands will be pressing your head to his chest while the other grabs you around the waist. You love being held by him.

"thank you kento, I feel better," you separate from him, smiling up at him in gratitude and appreciation.

he just hums in response, returning your smile with one of his own endearing ones. He moves a lock of your hair behind your ear as he brings his lips to your forehead. you close your eyes, basking in his warmth and comfort.

Kento's forehead kisses and hugs ensured you that you would always have a place to call home as long as he's with you. You'd always be safe in his arms. He'd always be yours.

[narcjsistx]

entirely based on this fanart that OH MY GOD i love so much!! honestly the whole card playing world interests me, but betting money... HELL NAHHH BROOO :( all fanart credits go to @strawberymilkk ♡

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

——— FULL HOUSE, ONE WIFE!

✶ pokerplayer!rin itoshi x fem reader ; words: 0.5k (520)

Even though there are at least twenty people around you, you can't shift your attention to them. Your gaze fixed on the cards, a perfect winning combination, shines tightly under the touch of your manicured hands with red nails: after at least two turns in which you have lost everything, you know that this time no one will take away your chance to steal the prize that you have not yet agreed with the other. You look up at your enemy and for the umpteenth time you can't read any emotion in his eyes, neither fear nor calm: there's no doubt that his nickname, "The Inpenetrable", is famous throughout the casino. Through Rin Itoshi's teal eyes you never know if he's going to go broke or if you're going to go broke

Asking him to challenge him after exchanging glances all night was probably not a great choice. You agreed to three rounds, two of which you lost almost every penny you earned this night. But you still have one more turn to go, and luck seems to be on your side: a perfect combination of all the cards needed to win is before your eyes, and you know for sure that at least half of his cards are not capable of making him win

"Are you going to throw down a card?" he asks, looking up, and you smile at him in satisfaction "One? Just one?" you ask, and throw your cards on the table, a gesture that raises a slight yel from the audience of your challenge. You look at him in satisfaction, resting your head in your palm "So, Rin Rin?" you ask teasing him, noticing how he is analyzing your cards one by one, as if to check if you have actually won correctly and fairly. You clap your nails in rhythm on the card table, glancing at his money "We said we could take whatever we wanted if one of us won with at least 350 points" you ask, and you’ve just made 355, while he’s at 340 "I want your money. Every last penny" you say, and he sighs

"I'm more than happy to give them to you..." he says, running a hand through his hair, taking one last look at his cards. Another perfect combination, at least twice as strong as yours, is gently placed on the table by the game. Your breath catches in your throat as you see his score rise dangerously to 500, while he remains composed "... after all, husband and wife share everything, right?" he asks with inhuman calm

You stare at him transfixed, his words echoing in your head. Even if the people around you were talking, you wouldn't hear them "Sorry, what?" you ask smiling nervously, and a hint of a smirk curls on his lips "We said we could take everything. I want to take you as my bride" he says, resting his head on his crossed hands. You watch in shock, his full house shining on the table, sealing your fate. How can the two geniuses of this casino, the big "Blue Lock", get married?

[haerenven]

Can you do something with Shanks being super flirty with a reader a little older than him and he thinks that he's got her in the bag, in love with him, because she smiles and looks happy when he's near; even blushing with glee when he brings her something. Then he like overhears her talking about him and it turns out she just thinks of him as really cute. Like she thinks of him as a puppy running to her excitedly, doing tricks to impress, or bringing things for her and thats the actual reason why she's always happy to see him and reacts that way.

        ㅤ٬ ⚠︎̸̸̸̸ ⠀⠀⠀ Red White ⠀ ᵎᵎ ⠀⸺⠀ .໑⠀⠀٫

Pairings. Red-haired shanks x fem!reader

summary. Oh say it Ditto

— (a/n): I wrote this based on the idea that Shanks is a rookie pirate in my imagination. I felt that he would be like a love-sick puppy when he was in his twenties.

⠀⠀ㅤㅤ٬ ⊹ ⠀『 ⠀ 私が作った ⠀』 ⠀⠀𝐈𝐈  ˓  ୭ ⠀⠀⠀

Shanks, young and brimming with charm, believes he has a certain effect on women. He’s not just confident—he’s reckless with it. His smile, boyish yet devil-may-care, is a weapon he wields shamelessly, and when it comes to her—his crewmate who’s a little older, a little sharper, a little more refined—oh, he’s convinced she’s falling, hard. She always seems happy when he’s around. That alone is proof, isn’t it?

He buys things just for her. Trinkets from islands they stop at, exotic fabrics, jewelry that glints like stolen sunlight. He presses them into her hands, watching with barely concealed satisfaction as her eyes brighten, as her lips part in a delighted smile, as—ah, there it is—a blush dusts her cheeks. He brings gifts with the confidence of a man who knows he’s winning, a rare fruit, a delicately carved comb, a perfectly smooth shell. She takes them gently, fingers brushing his in a way that must mean something. It has to.

He teases, endlessly. “You’re too beautiful to be a pirate. Someone’s going to steal you away if you’re not careful, you know?” And she laughs, always laughs, shaking her head, never once telling him to stop. He’s always near, leaning against the mast beside her, close enough that his shoulder barely brushes hers, sliding into the seat across from her with a grin, wine in hand, ready to be the only thing she pays attention to. And when he’s away? He rushes back like an eager dog, gifts in tow, stories on his lips, expecting her to melt like she always does.

One evening, he lingers near the galley, out of sight but within earshot. A few of the crew are there, and she’s with them. He doesn’t mean to listen. Not really. But then—

“Shanks is adorable.”

His grin widens instinctively. Ah, finally—

“Like a puppy.”

…Wait.

“You know when a dog runs up to you with a big, happy grin, tail wagging, practically vibrating with excitement? And they bring you things? He’s just like that.”

There’s laughter. Friendly, affectionate. Someone, probably Yasopp, asks, amused, “So you’re not interested?”

“Oh, no, no,” she says, laughing again. “He’s sweet. He’s nice. He makes me happy, but not in that way. It’s just… cute. Like when he comes back from an island with something shiny and holds it out like it’s the best thing in the world? How could I not smile at that?”

Silence. Or at least, his silence.

Shanks steps back, heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. A puppy? A dog? He was seducing her, wasn’t he? He had her on the edge, about to fall—right? But no. The truth is a slap, one that stings worse than any punch he’s ever taken. She wasn’t blushing because she was lovestruck. She wasn’t laughing because she was flustered. She wasn’t melting because he was irresistible. She just thought he was cute.

…Like a damn excited dog.

Denial, at first. “She’s messing with them,” he mutters to himself later that night, arms crossed as he leans against the ship’s railing, staring at the dark horizon. “She’s just embarrassed to admit she likes me.” But the more he thinks about it, the clearer it becomes—no, she really meant it. Sulking. Not obvious sulking—he has pride—but enough that Yasopp eventually nudges him and goes, “You look like you lost a bet. Or a bone.”

Testing the waters. The next time he brings her something, he watches closely. And sure enough—there it is. That same delighted smile. That soft chuckle. That affectionate, amused gaze.

Acceptance. He groans, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I’ve been playing fetch this whole time.”

Does he stop? Hell no. He still brings her things. Still teases. Still leans in too close, still acts like a reckless flirt. But now, when she smiles at him like that, when she laughs and shakes her head like he’s an overgrown child—he swears under his breath and mutters, “I should’ve been more mysterious.”

Shanks struts across the deck with the same unwavering self-assurance he always has, his latest “offering” clutched in one hand—a delicate silver pendant he picked up from their latest raid. He’s already picturing the way she’ll blush, the way her lips will part in soft surprise, the way her fingers will brush his just a second too long when she takes it. He knows the effect he has.

“Couldn’t help but think of you when I saw this,” he drawls, holding it out with that signature smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Figured something this beautiful should belong to someone just as breathtaking, yeah?” A perfectly crafted line. He’s gotten good at those.

She doesn’t giggle like the barmaids at port. She doesn’t blush furiously like a flustered girl swept off her feet. No, she does something far more dangerous.

She smiles. Slow, knowing, something deep and unreadable flickering behind her eyes. She doesn’t take the pendant right away—oh no, she lets him hold it there, savoring the moment, her gaze dragging up to his with a heat that’s nothing like infatuation. It’s something deeper, something effortless, something experienced. And then—gods, then—her fingers brush against his wrist, the touch featherlight, but enough to send an electric jolt through him.

“You’re such a sweet thing,” she murmurs, tilting her head just slightly, just enough for a few strands of her hair to slip over her shoulder. She takes the pendant with slow, deliberate ease, her fingertips skimming his palm as she does. Then—before he can even process the way she’s looking at him—she lifts her free hand and ruffles his hair, a touch too familiar, too teasing, like she’s indulging a particularly charming boy rather than entertaining a flirtation.

“I appreciate it, Shanks.” Her voice is honey-dipped, laced with something warm, something teasing, something that makes his stomach tighten. She turns the pendant over between her fingers, her lips curling in subtle amusement. “You always bring me such lovely things… such a thoughtful boy.”

Boy.

Shanks freezes. His brain stops working.

She’s still standing too close. Still looking at him like she’s in control of this little game, like she’s the one toying with him. The way her fingers had just slid through his hair, the way she called him sweet—Oh, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

He was supposed to be the smooth one. The one who had her flustered. But instead—instead—she’s looking at him like he’s the young one, like he’s some eager pup trying to impress.

The worst part? His face is burning.

He coughs, straightening, trying to summon his usual cocky grin—failing miserably. “Hah—well—uh—course! Someone’s gotta take care of ya, yeah?” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair, only to realize she already did that.

She hums in response, clearly entertained, before turning away with that same effortless grace. And just as he exhales—thinking she’s leaving, thinking he can salvage what little pride he has left—she pauses. Turns back, eyes lidded with something unreadable, something slow, something deliberate. The air around her shifts, heavy with an allure so natural, so effortless, that it knocks the breath straight from his lungs.

Then—gods help him—she leans in.

It’s nothing dramatic, nothing exaggerated, nothing overtly intimate, yet somehow it’s everything. The warmth of her breath skims his cheek first, sending every nerve in his body into alert. Then, soft as a whisper, the press of her lips. Slow. Unhurried. Lingered just long enough to make his pulse stutter. It isn’t just a kiss—it’s an execution, a well-placed strike, a calculated move by someone who knows exactly the power she holds.

And then—just as he thinks he might actually forget how to breathe—she leans back, tilts her head with a smirk that drips with the kind of confidence he only dreams of having, and lets her fingertips trail lightly along his jaw as she finally steps away.

“Such a good boy,” she purrs, amusement curling in her tone like smoke, before turning on her heel and sauntering away, hips swaying, utterly, devastatingly in control.

Shanks doesn’t move. Can’t move. He stands there, completely and utterly wrecked, his heart hammering so hard he’s sure the entire ship can hear it. His fingers twitch at his sides, his face hotter than the damn sun, and when he finally—finally—blinks himself back to reality, the only thing that leaves his lips is a barely comprehensible, “…What the hell just happened?”

From a few feet away, Yasopp—who had witnessed the whole thing—bursts out laughing so hard he nearly doubles over. “Oh man, you are so out of your league.”

Shanks groans, dragging a hand down his face, mind still reeling. This wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over. He’d just… he’d just have to step up his game.

Right?

Right.

He was not a damn puppy.

…Right?

[sundew199]

One day

a/n: I very much enjoy shy and slightly pathetic Zoro,

tags: roronoa zoro x f!reader, masturbation, pervy behavior from Zoro, implied panty kink maybe?

Zoro is so obsessed with you it drives him insane, he can't even look at you without thinking about what he wants to do to you. He won't admit his crush for no other reason but pride, but that doesn't stop him from getting off to the thought of you.

At first it was because he couldn't reach his release and was growing increasingly frustrated as he couldn't bring himself there. Then your face and pretty smile flashed in his mind and he was suddenly doubling over in the small bathroom and spilling in his hand.

Oh the shame was nearly enough to never think about you again, but not enough. He wanted you, but didn't know the first thing about women, besides the occasional drunken hook-up when they'd stop for a couple of days at an island, but again those didn't mean shit to him. If Zoro was going to have you, he didn't want it to be a one time thing and that's where he found majority of his problems.

So he settled for yearning from a distance until he miraculously found the courage to approach you, and maybe one day he might but that day wasn't today. And it could've been since you and him were alone in the crow's nest training, coming to him for some combat advice, and Zoro swears you were dropping subtle hints but refused to believe it. After the hour and a half long training, he found himself retiring to the men's quarter's, sighing with relief that no one was in there because he had something to take care of.

He climbed into his bunk and palmed over the tent in his pants that he willed away up until now, finally in solitude to relish in his dirty fantasies. A month or so ago, some of yours and his laundry got mixed up and he managed to sneak away with one of your thongs. He was probably no better than the cook, but fuck Zoro couldn't help himself, not with how intense his orgasms were as of late.

Slipping the lacy almost see-through thong tucked under his pillow, Zoro shimmed out of his pants, cock springing free and leaking an obscene amount of pre, making him groan as he wrapped his fist around the angry tip. He sighed softly, lying back all the way on his bunk as the fabric of your thong made contact with his skin. It was the most erotic and pervy thing he found himself doing since 'stealing' your underwear. And all his problems could be solved if he just told you how he felt but no, he settled for using your panties to get off because deep down he was scared of rejection.

Gliding his fist down to the base of his cock, Zoro bit down hard on his bottom lip, the ache was nearly unbearable and even his own simple touch had him shuttering. Bringing his fist back up and twisting his wrist around the head to gather the clear liquid to lubricate his strokes.

All he could think about was the thin sheen of sweat on your arms and legs as he taught you different maneuvers, the small laughs you let you when you dodged his attacks and the pure satisfaction on your face when you managed to knock him off of his feet one singular time. But those thoughts quickly turned into picturing you down on your knees in front of him as he glided his dick over your lips and cheeks, the doe-eyed look you'd give him and the eagerness to swallow his cock as you flattened your tongue along the underside.

Zoro's hips suddenly rutted into the air, his back arching as he rapidly stroked his cock, occasionally taking your thong with his fist and running it up his shaft. He was doing his best to not groan aloud, knowing if anyone on the crew heard him, his little session would be cut short or worse discovered.

Huffing out short breaths, bringing his hips back down to the bed, Zoro slowed his fist, coming to a complete stop to gaze at the thong hanging from the base of his cock, brushing against his heavy and swollen balls. Throwing his head back, softly moaning your name, he closed his eyes again, almost breaking the tender skin of his bottom lip as he bit back every noise imaginable as he started fisting his cock again.

He was his own worst enemy when it came to staying quiet, thinking about sliding into your pussy for the first time and the sweet moan you would let out. And god he just knew you would feel so good, no matter what position he had you in, but he thinks being on top of you would feel the best, because he would get to see the pleasure contort your face and watch the moans and whines leave your lips. How you would moan his name and beg him for more and he would gladly give it to you.

You would writhe beneath him, moaning turning into begs as he slammed into your pussy greedily and Zoro would kiss and lick up the tears rolling down your cheeks from how good his cock stretched you out.

"Fuck-"

Hearing his own voice and snapping his eyes open, looking around frantically like he wasn't the one who just spoke, on edge and unable to help it. Removing his hand and bringing it to his mouth, he spit a considerable amount and returned to the up and down motions. He watched his own hand and the way the thong moved to his own movements, eventually grabbing it and moving it up and down shaft.

Now he was shaking with pleasure, jaw falling slack and his own hips rutting into his own hand as the lace moved across his cock. He was so close and all Zoro could think about was how you would sound when you'd cum on his cock, the way your eyes might roll back and your hands digging into his biceps.

"Please, oh fuck please."

Muttering under his breath as his hand started to move impossibly fast, the lace rubbing over the tip now and soaking with pre that hadn't stopped leaking. Zoro groaned a bit loudly, tightening his fist and throwing his head back for a final time, shakily whispering your name as his own cum spilled onto his stomach.

There was so much of it, exhaling through his nostrils as the last bit of cum shot out. It dripped down the ridges of his abs, stopping below his naval and pooling.

Guilt and along with shame came over him, realizing he was still holding your thong, he quickly shoved it under his pillow and grabbed a near by shirt to clean himself off. He knew he'd never get what he wants if he didn't at least try to make the first move, but he just wasn't ready for that type of rejection, if there were to be any to begin with. Maybe one day, but defiantly not today.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Maybe an Akatsuki! Reader who gets caught by Jiraiya. He punishes the information out of her. But even after she gives him the info he keeps going. He has to teach her a lesson after all

tw: noncon, Akatsuki!Reader, age difference, interrogation, kidnapping, punishment, power imbalance, size difference, pussy slapping, cockwarming

All characters depicted are 18+

Despite his reputation for being a perverted and goofy old man, Jiraiya is more than capable of being shockingly serious when it comes to important missions given to him by Tsunade for the Hidden Leaf Village, especially if said missions are related to the notorious criminal organization known as The Akatsuki.

While Jiraiya is a seasoned ninja who has been trying to take down the Akatsuki for quite some time now, he knows very little of the organization, just the names of a few of it's members, and the groups goal of eventually taking over the world. But when he's finally able to discover the organization's base of operations; the Hidden Rain Village, Jiraiya sets off there right away, but he isn't exactly greeted with a nice welcome party when he gets there.

Jiraiya is known to not be a slouch in battle despite his age, so he's able to beat the Akatsuki kunoichi sent after him in a matter of moments with his superior combat skills and experience. Luck must be on his side today, because he gets to kill two birds with one stone. Not only does he have a live Akatsuki member to extract information from, but he also has a cutie with a cute body to extract 'inspiration' from.

She's a tough egg to crack however, and she doesn't seem very willing to spill any information in regards to the organization's leader's true identity anytime soon. Jiraiya really doesn't want to have to hit such a good looking young lady, but she's being a brat, and all uncooperative brats deserve a good spanking.

"Such a shame that you had to be such a naughty girl, but I'm not going to stop punishing this cute little pussy until you cooperate~! So are you going to spill your guts? Or am I going to have to slap you even more?"

Her pussy will be left sore and wet from the harsh spanking done to it, but that will be the least of her worries once she continues to keep her mouth shut about the Akatsuki's secrets. Jiraiya isn't annoyed by this setback, quite the opposite actually, now he has a living, unwilling volunteer for him to test the latest ideas for his next chapter on, and he's going to subject her to all his perverted desires until she starts to cooperate.

Spanking her adorable pussy is only so effective for so long, so Jiraiya is going to up the ante, instead of torturing her cunt with his open hand, he's going to torture her with his cock. Jiraiya will grant her a reprieve from the slapping, only to force his entire thick and long cock into her already aching and soaked cunt, not moving or letting her move an inch.

Jiraiya wants to drag this out for as long as he possibly can, having missed the feeling of having a tight young cunt wrapped around his cock. He really really wants to start moving inside of her and brutally fucking her to his heart's content, but he of all people knows that the mission comes first, and neither of them are allowed and relief until she changes her tune.

But even the strongest of shinobi can only withstand so much sensual torture for so long, and she'll start spilling her guts, much to Jiraiya's satisfaction, but even if she's telling the truth now, he's still not letting up on the punishment, he doesn't let naughty girls off the hook so easily.

"Good girl! I knew you had it in ya! Was that so hard?...Hm? Oh no no I'm not stopping yet, you're still a bad girl to your core after all..."

Jiraiya is glad that he's one step closer to uncovering the secrets of the Akatsuki, it makes his job all the more easier, and he's sure that the criminal organization won't be terribly upset about him stealing one of their cute little members along with their secrets.

[theseraphimficwriter]

mambabarang!ghost x reader [ masterlist ]

warnings . use of witchcraft, body horror explained in detail, gore, reader is clueless of ghost’s job as a witch, yandere ghost

contents . mambabarang is basically a witch in my culture, but they’re much more brutal :)

mambabarang!ghost, who found out there was a new fella in town. based on the rumors he heard from his neighbors, she was a beautiful young woman. so, ofcourse he went to go see for himself!

mambabarang!ghost, who swore that he’s not looking at a human when he saw you—rather, an angel. a skin color that matches your beauty, hair that he wants to pull– oh, maybe not too soon, but he wants to pull on it one day, just to see if it’s real, because he can’t believe what he’s seeing right now.

mambabarang!ghost, who expected that there were gonna be a shitload of men flocking to you, asking for your number. though, you were new, so he wasn’t going to be like these other pests. “hey,” he murmured softly, enough to hear over the crowd of men basically at their knees for you. as soon as you turn your head towards him, giving him a small “yes?”, he was sure he fell inlove...a little bit.

mambabarang!ghost, who introduces himself to you as "simon riley", not wanting to freak you out with his alias, "ghost", which he mostly used for his witchcraft. “you’re new here, right?” he would ask, stealing your attention off of the other men yelling for you. ��then let me give you a small tour? get you away from these men, they can’t contain themselves once a pretty little thing steps in the village, you know?” he takes your hand, dragging you away.

mambabarang!ghost, who waves at you with a soft smile after his tour, giving you a perfect first impression on this "nice guy that offered to give you a tour".

mambabarang!ghost, who watched from a distance as one of the villagers approached you and asked for your number, a villager he knew all too well—an acquaintance of his, but not a friend. once you shared your number with him, simon almost immediately walked over to the man, acting all friendly. “i see you like that new girl, huh?” simon asks, hiding his irritation. “yeah, everyone does.” the man shrugs, not noticing how simon swiftly plucks out one hair strand of his. “cool, i’ll go now,” simon smiled, leaving now that he has acquired what he needed.

mambabarang!ghost, who returns to his house, ready to perform the ritual. he takes a couple of black candles, the man’s hair strand, and also a piece of his clothing he "accidentally" ripped off a few weeks before you got here. simon was originally gonna curse the man because he wasn’t paying simon for the money he borrows—but him trying to take you away from who you belonged to? it was the last straw.

mambabarang!ghost sets down the black candles, putting them arranged in a circle. finally, he gets a bowl and puts the man’s hair strand in it, getting another bowl to put the ripped piece of clothing inside. simon then lights all of the black candles, picking one up and letting the wax drip onto the hair strand and then the ripped clothing. he chants an oration, a spell, mentioning the villager’s name before standing up, cleaning the place up. he knows that unfortunate events will occur after a few days or so, so all he has to do is wait.

mambabarang!ghost, who has to hide his smile once he watches the villager panic—attracting the entire village. his hair was starting to fall, due to the hair strand simon used in his oration. the villager also complained about his stomach hurting all the time, begging the people for an albularyo. simon grins as he sees you in the crowd, worry on your face as you watched the poor man.

mambabarang!ghost, who knows that any albularyo is no match for him, so he just lets it happen, stealing occasional glances at you as he views from afar. after a while, one of the villagers called an albularyo—thankfully for simon, a weak one. though, his satisfaction was cut short as another fool approached you.

[judyvan]

Dirty Laundry (The Uber) - A Sturniolo Fanfic Series

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Summary: You and Chris have been together for a few months now, however only the two of you know that you have been. Are Chris' reasons for your private relationship good enough to stay with him?

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ car sex/ pnv/ slight choking/ bf!chris/ toxic relationship/ fuckboy!chrisxbitchy!reader/ angst (unresolved?)/ cheating?/ multiple part series/ use of "you"/ name calling/ pet names (baby)

A/N: Who's ready for a series?! This is going to be the first of many parts. This is my first time writing angst. The song loosely relates to the storyline. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!💋

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The car rocks back and forth, the air is steamy, and the tinted windows become more and more foggy as Chris fucks you in the passenger seat of your car. The passenger seat is reclined as far back as it'll go. One of your leg's rests on the dashboard, the other over Chris' shoulder. He roughly pumps himself in and out of you, one hand pressed against the fogged window, the other wrapped around your neck, squeezing gently. At this angle, Chris can't really reach your sweet spots, so you let him chase his climax however he wants to before moving onto yourself. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as he buries himself even deeper inside of you. You let out soft noises of pleasure which only brings Chris closer to his release. He loved hearing how good he made you feel, and you knew it. His mouth falls open slightly as he begins to speed up his pace. You pull his face to yours, kissing him messily before moaning into his mouth, tugging on his lip with your teeth as you pull away. His hand tightens around your throat as he moans lowly.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans. "I'm so close, baby. Just let me fucking hear you."

You begin to force soft whimpers out of your mouth as you pull on his messy hair. You begin to feel his dick twitch inside of you. Your whimpers practically turn to screams.

"Oh my God, Chris! Don't sto..." a pornographic moan finishes your sentence, the sound bringing Chris to his finish. He continues to buck inside of you while he rides out his high.

"Now, it's my turn," you say to him, clumsily switching places with Chris in your cramped car.

You hover over Chris as he slowly pumps his dick a few times. He places his hands around your hips as he helps you slowly lower yourself onto him. You take in a sharp breath as you reach the base of his dick. You slowly start to bounce on him, almost immediately finding your g-spot. Your head falls backwards, and a loud cry falls from your lips. You begin to slam onto Chris, pursuing the pleasure you have been waiting for. Chris' hands assist you, pulling you up and down around him.

"Holy fuck, Chris!" you scream.

One of Chris' hands leave your hips and covers your mouth. Your moans do something to him. He would not last long at all if you kept it up.

"You better be fucking quiet or I'm going to finish before you."

You bite down on your lip as you begin to grind against Chris, his stubble rubbing against your clit in the best way as his dick presses repeatedly into your g-spot. You rock back and forth even quicker, feeling your stomach tighten at the intense feeling of satisfaction. You begin to groan loudly again, Chris' hand doing almost nothing to muffle the noise.

"Chris! I'm going to cu..." The end of your sentence is cut short as your orgasm hits you, the waves of pleasure crashing around you. Chris came for the second time at the sounds that you released.

After you both come down from your highs, you get off of Chris and move over to the driver's seat. Chris pulls the condom off and grabs a napkin from the glove box to put it in. The both of you pull your clothes back on. When you look over, you watch as Chris writes, "We just fucked," on the fogged window.

You and Chris have been together for over 3 months and almost every time you see each other, it ends up like this and you couldn't help but start to feel like you were just a booty call. You pick him up from his house, take him to an empty parking lot, the two of you talk for a little bit, you have sex, and then you take him home. There wasn't much that the two of you could do because he wanted to keep your relationship private. It was so private that only the two of you were allowed to know about each other. The only time that you and Chris had ever had sex outside of your car was when both of his brothers were out of the house. He had explained to you all of their weekly schedules. There was always at least one day a week when one of them would be left alone for a few hours. Another day of the week, two of them would have the house to themselves while one of them went out on their own. This was one of those nights.

Chris connects to the aux, insisting that he should play music. The song that he plays starts with a girl moaning in the beginning. Chris reaches over and begins to kiss you deeply, longing for more. After pulling away, he looks into your eyes. His are filled with lust.

"If I ever made music, my sound tag would be you moaning, 'Oh my God, Chris! Don't stop!' I fucking love when you say that shit," he says, smiling at you before kissing you again. Eventually, you pull away looking at him with a smirk.

"You would never do that. You don't want anyone to know about us," you say in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Don't say it like that. I would love to tell the world about you, but I can't, and you know that."

"And why is that?" you say completely pulling away from him now. Chris always tells you the same bullshit story.

"Because it could hurt my job. Nick said that if me or Matt got into a relationship, we would need to keep them private."

"Why?" you question, already knowing what he was going to say.

"Because most of our fans are girls and they love the idea of thinking that they can get with us. If they know one of us has a girlfriend, we will lose a good number of supporters, baby," he says, reaching to pull you back into him. You give him a short, quick peck before pulling away again.

"I can understand that I guess, but why can you not tell your brothers?" you question, flicking up an eyebrow.

"There's a chance one of them might slip up and I don't want to risk that."

"Chris, Nick literally edits the videos. If one of them says something, why can he not just fucking cut it out," you say, starting to become annoyed.

"He can't exactly cut it out if we are live streaming. Can he?" From the change in Chris' voice, you can tell that he's starting to get irritated as well.

"It all just sounds like a bunch of excuses to me. You just use me to get your dick wet at this point."

Chris lets out a scoff, "That's such a fucking lie, bro. I love you and you know it. We just have to stay private, okay?"

"Chris, we have been together for over 3 months. What exactly do you tell them when I come to pick you up? I've seen them walk to the front door with you multiple times now."

"No. I'm not fucking starting this shit, bro," he states, his voice full of irritation.

Chris turns the music up, attempting to stop the conversation. You take his phone off of the aux, making the car completely silent.

"No, please. Enlighten me," you say with a stern voice and smug look on your face. This ought to be good.

With a huff of air, Chris responds to your question.

"An uber driver."

"I'm sorry?" you say, sure you must've heard him incorrectly.

"I said, I tell them you're my FUCKING Uber driver," Chris shouts, raising his voice.

"No. Fuck that shit. You better call an actual Uber driver to come get you."

Chris scans your face, trying to see if your being serious.

"I'm not fucking joking, dickhead. I'll be damned if I give you a ride back home after that one."

"You're such a fucking bitch," Chris mumbles under his breath as he picks up his phone to order an Uber.

The two of you sit in complete silence as you wait for Chris' Uber to arrive. As the car pulls in, Chris places a hard and quick peck to your lips.

"Bye. Love you. I'll text you later," he says, his tone dry and aggressive.

"Yeah, love you too," you say with an obvious attitude. "Take your fucking condom with you."

Chris grabs the napkin, clearly annoyed, gets out of the car, and shuts the door roughly.

You and Chris continue to talk about the argument after you get home. He apologizes for everything, and you do too. He tells you how much you mean to him and how he wouldn't trade you for the world. The two of you talk on the phone and make up. Over the next week, you and Chris start to plan another day for you two to "hangout" again.

A week after the big fight, you wake up, excited to see Chris again later that night. You carry out your morning routine as normal. The first thing you do is get on your phone and open up TikTok. Your feed is filled with funny video, relatable content, and edits of Chris. You save the edits to a folder that you created and send the funny videos to Chris. He responds almost immediately with laughing faces. It was starting to feel normal again between the two of you, no more tension lingering in the air. After a few more scrolls, you come across a paparazzi video. It shows Chris making out with another girl in a car. Her windows were not tinted, unlike yours and it was broad daylight outside. You and Chris only met up at night. Your stomach drops at the sight, and you feel your face start to grow hot. Tears of pure anger start to well up in your eyes, but you swallow harshly and blink them away.

You send the video to Chris along with a text.

Chris <3

You: We're over 😘

Chris: Wait. I can explain!

You block Chris before he is able to say anything else. All of the love and positive emotions that you felt towards him instantly turned into hate and negative emotions. You were going to issue this motherfucker some revenge, you just didn't know how yet.

To find out what happens next, click here to read part 2 (Diesel) 💋

[httpsghostie]

Soap def assisted in setting reader and ghost up. Hes out there laying match maker. Hes become tactical military Tinder/Grinder coordinator.

Conveniently you and ghost are paired up, there only one bed in the hotel.

Sorry y/n i cant go out w you guys today but ghost can giv u a ride ;). His schedule is free ;) ;) ;)

*purposefully trips and knocks over ghost so he falls onto of u ;))))))))))*

*accidentally knocks over water bucket and the conveniently has no back up shirt for u. BUT GHOST HAS AN EXTRA ;))))))*

Hey mates i got 2 tickets to a concert but Price is assigning me something so i cant go. It would be a shame IF YOU TWO DIDNT GO ;) (price didnt assign shit soap made that up)

He def roped price and gaz into helping him in his schemes😂

I don’t make the rules, Soap is a fucking cupid.

He’s literally going out of his way to make you and Ghost get along with each other and end up together. Doing God’s work on his behalf. Just because he knows his lieutenant has a massive crush on you.

And when I say he’s going out of his way, I’m talking about getting Price and Gaz to help him with it, because he won’t succeed on his task alone. Price is organizing the week’s schedule? Your break will definitely be at the same time as Ghost’s, and also the morning jog on the base.

Oh and you bet you’re getting your clothes all stealed from your wardrobe for when you come back to shower. You confront Soap about him going too far with his articulations but he just says he doesn’t know about what you’re talking — he’s trying his best not to laugh.

Poor Gaz doesn’t realize he’s not helping when he offers you a shirt and Soap stomps on his foot and clears his throat. It causes Ghost to offer you his clothes and you have no option but to accept — I’m talking even boxers that looked hella enormous on you.

You know what Soap’s doing, both of you do, you just don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Would tell Price to ask Ghost some archives while he’s asking the same to you, causing you both to meet in between years of dusty racks, making you sneeze and laugh at how stupid you were.

He would also mix your mail. Ghost ordered some new knives? Oh no, you received them. And oh no, you had to go talk to him.

They can and will bet on how long you can keep standing while training with Ghost.

Arranged a cooking class both of you unknowingly signed up to, just because he believed Simon didn’t know how to cook properly and you would help him. You did, after all, seeing him in that cute little hat and the apron made your heart melt.

[arminsumi]

ahh i’ve never made a request before but was just thinkin about dom/softdom reader teasing/edging armin with a bullet vibe by going through all the settings n then overstimulating him when he finishes 😵‍💫😅

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ pretty boy

ARMIN x f.reader

A/N: thank u for ur yummy request my head was SPINNING over this idea!! 🤤

♪ NOW PLAYING: baby, slow down

Wc: >900

Overview; edging and overstimulating your pretty boy with a bullet vibe!

Content; smut, pre-established relationship (bf/gf)

Warnings; 🔞mdni, mommy kink, dom/sub, begging, teasing, edging, toy usage (bullet vibe), overstimulation, dirty talk, cumshot, pns – good boy and pretty boy, sensitive boy Arlert! 🤭

arminsumi's library

You've got him laid between your thighs, panting and sweating like crazy; your left hand's delicately moving the buzzing toy in stroking motions against his flushed red length while your other is stroking his head — he needs that comfort so bad when he's this sensitive.

" fuck — fuuuck — oh, fuuuuuuck — 'm gonna cum! I — I'm gonna cum s'much I can't — " he whines, his voice getting higher and higher pitched.

He bucks his slender hips up into the air and stutters a repetition of feathery fucks as his high builds up up up until you suddenly steal his satisfaction away and remove the vibe from his cock. The slick of his precum glistens on the hole of his throbbing cockhead.

"Nooo! — ohmygod — 'lemmecumplease — I've been g–good! Haven't I, mommy?"

He almost cries; there's tears welling in his pretty blue eyes as he looks up at you through his dampened bangs.

"Not yet, 'gotta work for it. Tell me how badly you want it." you demand, looking down at him with a naughty smile that makes his cock twitch.

"Please!"

The strain in his voice tells you just how badly he needs relief. How badly he needs to squirt out ropes of creamy cum all over himself.

You shake your head at him, "Nuh-uh, not good enough for me."

"God — fuck — mommy — Y/n — I need it so bad." he says, squirming his hips all over the bed.

His cock's so hard and needy that it jumps and twitches; there's now a long string of precum glistening down the underside. It tingles from tip to base, all because of that stupidly good toy you insisted on trying out today. Today, when he was especially horny and sensitive.

"You need what so bad?"

" 'needa cum! I n–needa cum so fucking bad!"

"Oh yeah? My pretty boy has so much cum stored up for me, doesn't he?"

"Mhm! Y–yeah, yes — fuck I have s'much cum for mommy! Lemme give it to you, please!"

Your satisfied expression makes his heart lurch. "Good boy." you praise.

Since he's earned it, you reapply the buzzing toy back to his cock, this time just to his cockhead; your hand that was previously comfortingly stroking his head now engulfed his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.

"Fuck!" he almost screams, and squirms harder than before. "Oh — yesyesyes — that's so good, please don't stop."

Rubbing the very tip of the vibe back and forth across his tip's hole earns a sharp hiss from Armin. "Fuuuck I'm gonna cuuum — I'm gonna — gonna — oh mommy — ahhhh ahh fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

Watching the buildup to his orgasm is always your favorite part.

It's so endearing; the way he absolutely falls apart, the way he chants a jumbled mix of your nickname and curses. Lust-glazed eyes pinch shut as hot cum spurts out his oversensitive cock; the first ribbon the thickest, spilling to form a puddle on his pelvic region, then the last few ribbons becoming watery.

You coo in his ear, bringing the vibrator to rest against his underside — seriously, you saved the most sensitive spot for last? That spot was basically like his G-spot. When he'd jerk himself off for you, he'd always play with that spot first.

" ohmygod — Y/n, Y/n — 's too much, I can't take mooore — uhhh fuck!" he mewls, arching his back for you, squirming his legs all over the bed, backing up into you to get away from the overstimulating vibe.

"C'mon, can't you give me 'nother? You're so cute when you cum, mommy just wants to see it again."

His heart flutters at your choice of words. You always worded yourself just right for his mind to descend into nasty fantasies.

Armin gasps and moans like he can't piece himself together after falling apart from that orgasm. "F–fuck... fuck okay. I'll give you 'nother one, momm–yyy — 'cause I love you."

"What's that? What'd you say, angel?" you smile.

The end of his sentence got merged with a moan, but you still heard it clear as day. Armin was so shy of saying those three words to you, even though he felt them very deeply. This was a big deal.

" 'said... 'said I love you." he breathes.

His eyes were pinched shut for most of the session, but now they peaked open. "I love you." he repeats, and then he goes on and on as you increase the bullet vibe's intensity with your phone.

You lay a much-desired kiss on his lips. " 'love you too, pretty boy. Now cum again for me. Let go n' feel good."

"Fuck — fuck, yes, okay — god I'm already close — 'm close 'm clooose!" he whines in the highest pitch yet.

"There we go, keep chasing it, get that relief, such a pretty boy." you coo in his ear.

Your cooing voice, the buzzing vibrator, your fingers wrapping around the base of his overstimulated cock and hand stroking up and down it; it's all too much. Way too much.

" 'cumminggg!"

He can barely get that out before he dissolves into another orgasm, this one more shaky than the last. You feel him tremble as he shoots out streaks of creamy cum, thin stripes of white decorating his skin, stretching from abdomen to tummy.

[kthecutest]

yūka i need your stepbro!k thoughts i'm so h word right now i need k so bad i'm going mad crazy !

YES MA'AM I AM HERE TO DELIEVERRRR ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

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Pairing : Stepbro!k x innocent!f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings : Panty Stealing, Impregnation, Unprotected sex (stay safe peeps), jealous sex, drugs, aphrodisiac, somnophillia, CNC A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

Stepbro!k who sneaks into your room when you’re showering or you’re out with friends, just to grab a piece of your worn underwear – he can’t have enough of that smell, the smell that makes his body overwhelm in heat. But sniffing wasn’t just enough for him, he’d lick and suck all over the area where the panties stuck to your entrance, while he proceeds to rut his leaking cock into the sheets like a dog in heat. And it isn’t just the sheets, he’d love to see every object you own covered in his cream so you’d end up finding some sticky unknown substances on your pillow or your study desk.

Stepbro!k who slips in sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs into the dishes he’d make for you. When the pill finally took effect and you’re laid on your bed, body limp and heated, you felt like your entire body was burning yet you were in a deep slumber – that’s when he slips his hard length through your entrance and pump you full of cum – “fuck.. take my cum baby.. take my cum~!” – the next morning you woke up with semen leaking out of you. He didn’t even bother to clean up; a little souvenir for you I guess. This left you confused, believing your sweet step brother would never do something like this, you couldn’t catch a single idea on who kept violating you every night.

Stepbro!k who keeps an entire folder of just your photos in his laptop. The photos of you covered in cum, his seed dripping out your gaping pussy, after he’s fucked you through the night – all taken so vividly and pasted all over the folder. The photos of you in the shower and the sneaky snapshots he took of you through the slight opening of your bedroom door, whenever you were touching yourself. Is the slight opening of the door intentional or not? Well who knows. But you’d definitely love to put on a freak show for your godly handsome stepbrother that’s for sure.

Stepbro!k who often gets jealous when the guy friends he invites to his house would get touchy with you or when you have guys over for school work or sleepovers. He’ll drag you out of the male crowd and eye you up and down with a frown on his face. “Oh cmon nii chan! I promise they’re nice” – of course he knows that but he can’t help being so possessive when you’re dressed like a whore and you have the best pussy in the world.

Stepbro!k whose eyes started to dilate whenever he sees you being too close or touchy with any of the younger boys. When they’re hugging you and their arms are all over your boobs, them pressing their hips into your back with the excuse of hugging; K had to clench his hand so tight to not lash out at anyone. But all the restricted temper would be released when he gets to manhandle you at night, you still under the effect of pills he fed. He’d fill you to the brim, shooting his seed right into your womb – with the only intention of getting his step sister pregnant.

Stepbro!k who finally got caught in the middle of pounding you full of his cum.

You threw aways the food he made that evening, suspecting something was wrong with it based on how you kept falling into deep slumbers every night for no reason. And now here you are, eyes widened in shock and fear, tears in the corners of your eyes; but an underlying pleasure and satisfaction of the situation.

Why were you even liking this right now, the fact that you just found out your step brother was the one violating your pussy every night and that tonight is another repetition of the process? Maybe, deep down, you’ve always wanted to be stuffed full by his huge cock.

Through your weak protests, K held you down with his immense strength as he continued to fuck into you at a faster pace.

“Now that you’ve found out, just take everything I have to give, like a good girl, little slut”

[airu27-rkgk]

Kaishin One Prompt Challenge 2023 by @dcmkkaishinevents 💙

~Soulmates

Guide [Edogawa Conan] and Sentinel [Kaitou KID].

Kuroba Kaito, a self-proclaimed Neutral, moonlights as Kaitou KID to look for Pandora, a jewel that grants immortality. (His backstory follows canon, more or less.) Kaito is actually a Sentinel.

Kudou Shinichi is a Guide whose guidance is too complex for most Sentinels to follow through. He uses facts and logics to build mental sanctuaries — where Guide communicates with their Sentinel, calms them when they’re on the verge of Zoning, etc.

Their first meeting is during a heist. Shinichi’s first impression of KID is that the thief is a show off who wastes police resources for his own entertainment. A clever, tricky entertainment, filled with his favourites — riddles and mind games, puzzles, pranks, traps, oh how witty, he just escapes, which gives him a great rush of satisfaction for being able to decipher them — and are harmless enough, a refreshing break from murder cases he encounters daily, but still, show off.

Kaito’s first impression of Shinichi is that the detective is a nerd. Who even counts — himself not included — the number of cards that were used and draws conclusions based on that to pinpoint his disguise… The cards are from a dozen pack…??? Plus the guy uses a voice changer — in the form of a red bow tie — to redirect the officers Kaito had fooled with his own voice-changing abilities… This guy is not to be messed with. Definitely a nerd, though. He looks good with those glasses.

Anyway, on their nth showdown, Black Organization shows up and they were forced to work together. Their Sentinel-Guide soulmates connection forms an unbreakable bond, accidentally.

Thus, Shinichi recognizes Kaito when Ran and Aoko bring them for a meetup.

Gradually, Shinichi comes to know why KID steals. With Shinichi holding the Spades and Kaito the Clovers, the pair traverse the world to search for Pandora. Their connection of Hearts are tested, again and again, all for the sake of one Diamond, which shall end this game of cards once and for all.

[demonslayedher]

Not-very-spoilery thoughts on the movie release of Pillar Training (+SSV conclusion)

Behind a cut anyway just in case!

--Very nice to hear familiar background music brought back--Yuukaku themes when Uzui & his wives appear, Mitsuri's "Koi Kogare" BGM when she has a good batch of lines, Giyuu's BGM as he's like, "bye"

--I am very happy with the new OP, both sound and imagery-wise.

--One very short clip in particular made me, a fanfic writer, very very happy, but then there was more gratuitous focus that reminded me of another one of my best fanfics. The rewards of writing fic as closely based on canon as I could get them gives me the satisfaction of feel liking like canon-based imagery honors my fics by extension.

--Speaking of imagery in general, Ufotable is finding lots of ways to try to harp on the idea that everyone's wishes to destroy demons find their accumulation in Tanjiro, the Sun Breath user and first person in centuries to unlock the Mark. It is perhaps a little clumsy at times, but hey, that's a theme I like in this series.

--I was sad that Suma sounded so different, and had to look up afterward if she still had the same seiyuu. She does, but I think they might have given her totally different vocal direction so that she wouldn't sound too similar to Mitsuri

--Japanese crowds tend to be very quiet at movie theaters, but people could not contain their giggles at many of Mitsuri's lines

--I had the honor of sitting next to a huuuuuuuge fangirl who before the moving was saying stuff to her friends like, "(Hanae) Natsuki-san was at USJ the other day, and since it's a VR ride, you know, you have to wear the goggles, and I think, what if I wear the pair that he wore??? You know?? Our faces??? Would be so close?????" and then at the review of previous seasons at the beginning of the show, she started crying the instant the Mugen Ressha part started. Not loud crying, but crying.

--You can tell everyone was waiting for the "welcome back" scene, and although I thought Zenitsu would steal the show in that scene, it was indeed Nezuko. In the seiyuu greeting that was broadcast across all Japanese theaters on the opening day, Shimono-san noted that he thinks the audio was turned down on his performance of that scene. I think it was probably was too.

--So much happy daily life in this episode. If you have any friends who complained about last year's theater showing being a let-down because it was just regular anime episodes instead of a Mugen Train style movie, please tell them to just sit this one out and spare us their complaints. Most of this showing was just Tanjiro having a nice time after having a panic attack over Nezuko (oh, and like, killing Upper Moon Four, that too).

--Shinobu's hair seems distinctly longer. Giyuu's hair seems distinctly fluffier.

--Ufotable has put a lot of touches into humanizing Amane

--I wish Ufotable would stop trying to drive the "Zenitsu thinks Aoi is happy to see him (just because Aoi is a girl)" point. First off, yes, Zenitsu being a creep to girls is played up a bit in the anime. Second, the first fanbook states that the only kind of girl who is not so much his type is the Aoi-type.

--Also, on the promo art, I like the design they gave Shinobu's sword, but that's ignoring the fact that the four engraved kanji characters are on either side. Go ahead, Ufotable, hire me as your canon double-checker. EDIT: Oh wait, that is its sheath. Lovely, carry on.

--That said, the original filler they gave us? Gold star. Excellent. So happy with it. One... well, two tiny nitpicks that don't bother me much but stating it here would spoil it.

--One more non-spoilery thing to say about that filler: the people at Ufotable were probably like, "our fans are nerds. We already give them this, this, this, and that to nerd over. You know what else they are probably nerds for? Yeah. Let's give them that." Thank you, Ufotable. This nerd accepts and loved it.

--Tiny Nezuko filler as they set the stage talking about Muzan is probably looking for her? LOVE THAT TOUCH, at every level.

--Shinobu does have multiple goldfish, but they look a bit different?

--Genya's makes the best face in this whole episode

--Speaking of Genya, in the seiyuu greeting they had actors in big chibi costumes of the Kamaboko gang come out... PLUS GENYA. Giant chibi grumpy Genya was so, so, so, so freaking cute. Also, his seiyuu Okamoto got to join the stage with everybody and was talking about how he always used to scroll through his social media seeing the other seiyuu at KnY events and he was like, "sigh... sure looks like everyone is having fun..."

--Hanae Natsuki and his wife are big Genya fans, though, it seems

--Okamoto had a lot of trouble performing young Genya in the flashback, especially the emotional screaming. The desperation Genya always displays as he fights? That was Okamoto. --Meanwhile, Matsuoka always looks very overwhelmed at these things. I think having to embody the spirit of Inosuke terrifies him.

--IT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR INOSUKE AGAIN

--Those actors in chibi costumes? The Zenitsu and Inosuke ones embodied them SO WELL. I don't usually care for those giant mascot character costumes, but these were legit so much fun to watch, like with Inosuke going right up into the cameras and Zenitsu trying to pull him back and then the two of them pushing and shoving. Zenitsu acting like he is being bullied and Inosuke showing off his muscles. I loved them. I am very sad that I will not be in town when they travel across Japan and come to my area.

--Also, the baritone voice of Oyakata-sama's personal crow? LOVED IT.

--Himejima at the the Pillar Meeting is such a statement. The new promotional material has a tag line that prominently uses one of the kanji in his name ("cry out"), and I feel like this is set-up for him to have a lot of impact later on in this season. Here's hoping!

--I am probably gonna go watch it again in a couple weeks, ufufufu

--Which is worth it for that KIZUNA NO KISEKI REMIX WHICH SOUNDED SO COOL IN SURROUND SOUND, OH MY GOSH

[littlemissmanga]

oooh for the kiss prompt, may I please request:

3. their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

with Jesse or Wolffe

thank you so much for being amazing 🤩

Oh yes you may! And I only return the amazing I receive, my dear, so this is a community effort :)

Hm, it's a tough choice but I think I'm feeling Jesse today. Just feeling that particular brand of intense.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

w/c: 663

SFW but very suggestive, no warnings, just fluff

He needed to see you.

That was the only thought running through his head, the only thing that mattered in this moment. The guilt at not helping his brothers settle in after such a tough mission can come tomorrow.

Tonight, he planned on getting lost in you.

He keyed in the code to your front door. Your singing is the first thing he registered as he made sure the door locked behind him. His armor trailed behind him as he moved inside, following the sound of your voice into the kitchen.

There you are.

He could cry with how beautiful you were. Karking vibrant as you moved effortlessly in your own space, putting away dishes like it was a choreographed performance, your hips swinging to the beat you were singing.

You were everything good, and sweet, and kind, and pure in this galaxy. Everything he longed but never hoped for.

Everything you insisted he deserved.

He wasn’t so sure of that, not with the specter of old battles haunting him. But he also wasn’t a good enough man to care, not when you gave yourself to him so happily.

“Can I cut in?”

 You yelped, and Jesse was glad he chose to stay in the entry based on how you flailed about, surprised by his voice.

“Jesse!” Your tone was a mix of annoyed and overjoyed and he had never heard anything so lovely. You flew across the kitchen, forcing him to catch you as you threw yourself into his arms.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Jesse grumbled into your ear, his hold around you tightening. He let his hands mold to the curve of your frame, relishing in the feel of you securely against him. He could feel each breath you took as your chest expanded against his, and yet he was compelled to pull you even closer.

“How long do I have you?”

“Four days.”

He could feel your smile form against his neck. It was more than he usually got.

“Lucky.” Jesse looked down as he felt you pull back and look up at him. “You’ve got lousy timing. I just finished cleaning up. You’re lucky you’re cute, though. I don’t mind dirtying up the kitchen again. What d’ya want for dinner? I’ve got some tip yi—"

He cut you off with the seal of his lips against yours. Food wasn’t going to satisfy him. He needed you, and he needed you to need him just as fiercely.

Jesse walked you back to trap you against the wall, his hips meeting yours as he pressed himself against you, trapping you as his tongue darted out to tease your soft lips. Satisfaction hummed pleasantly through his body as you melted from his touch.

Your mouth dropped open at his insistence, and he couldn’t resist gently taking your lower lip between his own and sucking, soothing the strain after with the swipe of his tongue.

Gods, he couldn’t get enough of those sweet moans you made just for him.

“Sorry baby. I couldn’t wait another second. Needed my mouth on you. Needed you right here against me.” His apology was half sincere at best. Tomorrow he can be sorry for interrupting, for taking what he needed.

You pushed up against him to hold your lips against his as you said, “Don’t be sorry. I’ve missed you, too.”

Jesse pushed forward, done with teasing touches at your approval. He claimed your mouth with his, stealing the very breath from your lungs and replacing it with himself. You returned his frenzy, trailing your tongue against his before pulling back enough to nip at his lip, the shock of the sting shooting straight to his groin.

With a growl from deep in his chest, Jesse broke away, distracted for only a split second by the string of saliva connecting his lips to your sinful tongue, still poking out of your open mouth.

“Bedroom. Now,” he rasped, enamored at how quickly you jumped to follow his command, pulling him behind you to your bedroom door so you could both get what you needed.

[wallabee-b]

2 types of TND 2x4 technology Concept's!!

I've been planning out some gadget concepts for the TND. I was actually looking forward to making these gadgets! Not digitally but physically! Soo, how do you think about my concepts? Should I be your random 2x4 tech officer?

Though there is real references to real weapons/machines irl, but I've added a few, more kind of "childish way"?

I'll explain what these concepts of mine could work in combat etc.

Here we have, the

D.A.T.A.W.A.L.K.I.E.

Device (with) Accessibility To Activate Weaponry Activity Locating Keypad Inspection (of) Environment.

This communicator is programmed with loads of detection, signals, tracking, contacting, and an taser device retracted on the top of the communicator. Authorized by the owner of the communicator, and allows you to set up an Fingerprint Identification and personal identification setup. Name, address, age, blah, blah, blah. Then, of course there's the taser I've mentioned! Yes! The communicator has an defense device of its own! Yes, you can jab people with it (obviously). And has the similarities of an phone contacting your friends, calling, searching, and you know the rest! This is used for mostly for recording evidence of an rival's base. Kinda impressive eh? Oh! Almost forgot! If an operative steals your communicator, you'll probably be like "Oh no! Someone stole my communicator!" But It'll fix that! Other D.A.T.A.W.A.L.K.I.E's will get an sudden notification all together, and there will be an warning: "NOTICE: AN OPERATIVES COMMUNICATOR HAS BEEN STOLEN, PLEASE BE AWARE OF THE COMMUNICATOR NUMBER:random numbuh of whoever.

Next up the..

M.E.A.T.B.L.U.N.D.E.R.

Mouthwatering Established Attending Tastiness (of) Blistering Luscious Upwind Nerve (and) Deliciously Encountered Recipe

Another invention by an 2x4 tech officer, probably they had craved for meatballs. So why won't they make an gadget of his favorite food? This gadget allows you to shoot out meatballs! But not any kind of meatballs, FIRE MEATBALLS 🔥 Incredibly hot! And quite as tasty satisfaction! Very spicy made with 2 specific kinds of sauce Ghost pepper and Carolina Reaper hot sauce! And an hint of black pepper! And the most important ingredient, Fire! Why do you think it's called Fire meatballs? Most like fireballs to me. It takes off with the design from an reference of an Blunderbuss! Loaded with the special spicy meatballs, the ammo can limit to 4. Bring extra more! The M.E.A.T.B.L.U.N.D.E.R. can also bring Alot of good help, imagine you got shooted by an Blasting fiery taste of spiciness by fire meatballs RIGHT at your face! OW! that burns your damn eyes! It's painful having spicy meatballs straight in your eye feels like having bleach in your eyes!

Anywho, I hope you guys like it!

Buh bye!

[the-consortium]

Dear Dr. bile.

It has come to my attention that, at this moment, you might be the oldest astarte in existence, and as such, a solid contender for oldest human in existence (minus the throne's battery pack). So, congrats! Do you still celebrate your birthday? And if so.... Favorite cake flavor?

Lying on his back in bed with one arm raised in dramatic gesticulation, Saqqara finishes his recitation of the enquiry on the datapad - Word Bearers are very good at this. It is in their blood to modulate texts well. He rolls onto his stomach and looks over at Arrian, who has stood up and is jotting down a few spontaneous thoughts on something mechanical (the Diabolist is profusely uninterested in it) in his notebook at the desk in his quarters.

Now he turns, looking at Saqqara. "In that case, your stealing of his correspondence is a blessing. It would upset him a lot again."

Saqqara shrugs "Oh come on. After all, he's been cultivating this 'old man' attitude since the rebellion. But it's not true at all, is it?"

Arrian sorts his Nails over his shoulder, then stands up and walks over to Saqqara. Sinks down on the bed as well. "Older than any of your Legion in any case, after Lorgar thoroughly cleaned up all traces of his Terran sons!" - "That was necessary!" Saqqara's defensively aggressive tone makes it clear that Arrian has once again entered territory too close to the unwavering reverence the Word Bearers have for Lorgar. He therefore drops this particular thread of conversation again, giving Saqqara an apologetic pat on the butt. "The Chief Apothecary is one of the last of the Two Hundred, that's true. Maybe even the last. Quin and Oleander are Terrans too, but joined a few years later. So the eldest of Fulgrim's sons, presumably."

Saqqara recognises sophistry when he hears it. He spots the weak point in the World Eater's guard and immediately takes advantage of it. "Wait a minute! Terra! You're a War Hound! You're that old too!"

Arrian grimaces and the Nails make his cheek twitch in a tic. "Maybe. Maybe not. Definitely born before you were even a glint in your camel-driving father's eye!" - "What's a camel?" - "Not important."

Saqqara is now warming up to the subject and, as usual, is merciless in his enquiries. "After all, your Primarch has you pretty … well, you know what I mean. But a few of the old ones survived, didn't they? You and …? What about Kharn, for example?"

Arrian bares his teeth and another tic twitches across his neck tendons. "Old. Very old. Could rival Fabius. But, and you can take it from me, not an Astartes anymore. Doesn't count." - "Then Ahriman doesn't count either?"

Arrian pushes his lower lip forward, scratches at the base of his Nails. "Good point. Does the sorcerer count? Hard to say. I think he's even older than the Chief Apothecary. After all, the two are remarkably similar in many ways."

Saqqara laughs in amusement. "Don't let him hear that!" - "Who?" - "Both of them!" Arrian joins in Saqqraea's laughter and no one who knows the War Hound otherwise in his sober demeanour would believe how human and detached he behaves in the company of the generally rather strenuous Word Bearer.

They are silent together for a few minutes. Arrian tries to find the energy to get up and resume work.

Finally Saqqara says. "Now what?" - "Huh?" - "The cake!" - "You want to ask him? Good luck with that then. Let's see if you walk out with all your body parts." - "Then I'll just assume something and answer."

Arrian sighs. "Yeah, that sounds like a totally foolproof method. Do that!"

Since sarcasm and irony bounce off most Word Bearers with no consequences whatsoever, Saqqara has no problem taking this as an invitation either.

A few minutes later, while Arrian has already lost himself in his notes on a new explosive device again, Saqqara presses "send" with satisfaction.

"From the desk of the Chief Apothecary of the Emperor's Children. Marble cake. Whipped cream and some candles are appropriate. as is some decoration (Legion colours)"