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In honour of finally making it to Sebastian's boyfriend era, here's a snippet from my latest chapter 😂
Also I'm finally going to start uploading Villain to ye olde tumblr after putting it off for a whole-ass year. Gooo spoons!
[read on ao3 | read on wattpad]
#his strategy from day one has been 'assume role of boyfriend until boyfriend become'#spoiler alert it worked#and now he's the most annoying (endearing) pain-in-the-butt (affectionate) boyfriend in history#teases her CONSTANTLY#needs physical affection more than air#aurélie still doesn't understand quidditch#how to make a villain#morelikeravenbore writes#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy fandom#sebastian sallow fanfiction#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#aurelie collins#sebaura
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How Will Your FS See You ?
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Pile 1
I'm seeing a vision. A girl is gathering flowers and playing in the sun between trees. At the same time, a man is looking at her like she is his whole world.
What this tells me is that there is a very clear distinction between you and your future spouse's energies. Your FS is definitely more masculine (no matter their gender) and you are more feminine.
This person sees you as a ray of light. You are dainty like a flower and sweet like honey. I'm hearing the word "yellow" 💛. Whenever they are looking at you, you are draped in golden light.
Now, what makes me sad is that you don't see yourself that way. Your person knows that you are picking yourself apart and they hate it.
You are a shiny little star to them. Some words they might call you are : my little star, pooh bear, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, cutie. They believe you are the sweetest, loveliest, most sincere person on planet earth. You believe that you do not deserve love or that you are not that important but they are seeing "You are important. You are as important as the air I breathe. You are necessary to my survival."
Like the sun is the centre of our universe, you are the centre of their universe. Your FS is very affectionate with you. I'm seeing someone kissing the fingers of someone else and breathing in their scent from their neck/hair. First and foremost they find you sweet and cute. Like, to them, intimacy doesn't mean mindless physical connection but love making. They love your hands and your nose.
They adore your expressions and they find certain quirks you have cute. As an example, when you feel tired and puff air out or if you tag on their hand and look up at them.
This person might be bigger than you and they just want to protect and serve you. I believe that they want to set boundaries between you and the world. They want to hold up a mirror for you and help you see your own light.
Whenever you are sad they want to make you smile.
I believe that you and your FS are going to be really close. This is not a normal bond. To others it might not seem healthy, they way that you are attached to eachother, but for you it's perfect...
Pile 2
Your FS sees you as their dream person, not in a childish way but in a mature way. You are what they need not what they wanted.
This person has had lots of experiences when it comes to love. When they meet you they will be going through a "winter" moment, life will have lost its spark. You might be born in March, cause you are going to wash away the snow and help them see the bright side of life again.
This will not be easy. Your FS will see you as their wish fulfillment, but at moments they will be wondering whether God or the d*vil sent you. You will be triggering their old wounds and stagnant energy.
This person will be very caring towards you. They will constantly remind you to take your vitamins and drink enough water. They will tease you about your height or nose just to get to your nerves.
I'm hearing "They are so draining!". Now, this is really funny cause I heard it in a teasing way, like you are at the next room and they are telling your mom you are a pain in the butt when in reality they love your quirks.
They will be constantly worrying about your well-being lol. They will get mad when you are not taking care of yourself and they will be trying to guilt trip you into doing things that are good for yourself.
Let's say you are really shy and don't want to go to the beach but they want to go and you have a dog that loves the water. They will be telling you "See, the dog is broken hearted. You are not a really good dog mom/dad."
This person will think you are sneaky. They will love the sparkle your eyes have as you have a very "active" inner child.
I believe you don't show that side to others that often and no one will believe what they have witnessed. You could have made a crazy food combination or they found you teaching the dog muay thai, to them you can NEVER be boring. It's like, what is she up to, AGAIN?
I also get that you might give them the "puppy eyes" when you get caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing (ex. cheating on your diet) or playing all coy and sweet and they love that!
#astrology#tarot reading#level up journey#tarot#pick a card#pick a pile#pac reading#pick a photo#pick a picture#soulmate#future spouse#psychic readings#tarotreading#Spotify
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Hey could I plz request a Jake x Reader (human) x Neytiri - 6 year old Lo’ak just learned how fragile humans are and ever since has refused to leave readers side (reader dosent mind, she loves cuddles with her baby) but this dose mean non of the other kids rlly get any time with her - Jake and Neytiri are starting to miss her (Lo’ak dosent let them near her cuz he’s afraid they’ll accidentally hurt hur). Sorry if it’s complicated, I’m not very good at writing requests 😅
platonic!lo'ak x human!reader
Despite your avatar still being in the incubation period it did not stop you from spending your time with the ones you loved. The process was longer with the limited resources and the old RDA facility being abandoned, but Norm was a genius. Jake had faith in him and sure enough you visited daily to inspect the growth of well…you.
By this time Lo’ak and Netayem, both aged 6 and 7 became accustomed to your presence. The two young boys affectionately called you Sa’nok when they could finally speak and it warmed all of your hearts. However, despite their young age the boys towered over you just like their mother and father.
Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he and Neytiri felt the slight fear watching as you played with the boys. When they’d snap their little fangs at you, and you’d laugh it off Jake wondered what if you hadn't moved your hand fast enough? You would chide at the both of them reminding them who managed to help put an end to the psychopath that was once Quartrich, and they slowly eased off you.
They allowed you to take the boys on playful little explorations during the day not too far which you could agree on. You would watch them play in the forest, but when they would rough house they often wanted you to join. In their defense they fought often with Jake so they did not know any better. Sometimes you’d come back with a teeny scratch or a bruise but it was nothing to scare the boys, they were children still. They didn’t know any better.
But Lo’ak realized you were human when his anger got the best of him. He and Netayem were tugging something back and forth, throwing petty insults at each other. You sighed and stood from the rock going to stand in front of the two boys, “calm down boys now Lo’ak can you let go so you don’t break it? Mama worked hard on it.”
When you went to step forward the object was sent flying and knocked you back onto your butt. The boys instantly ended their bickering once they heard your gasp and ran over to you to apologize. Lo’ak could only watch on with tears in his eyes as you cupped your cheek.
“M’ sorry, sorry! Sa’nok don’t be made please! Accident!” Loa’k whimpered as his brother helped pull you to your feet.
You quickly silenced them and told them you were just surprised is all. You bruhsed away those tear stained blue cheeks and let him hold your hand as you walked back to the Hometree. But that night when You were in the tent with Neytiri, Lo’ak listened in and witnessed the dark bruising on your body.
Neytiri massaged some concoction into the darkened splotches and Lo’ak felt sick to his stomach knowing it was him who caused the pain.
“It is fine Tiri, they are just children.” You hissed between clenched teeth as you rubbed the remainder of the salve over your stomach.
“Yes, but you are still human, my love.”
From that day on Lo’ak made a vow to himself, to you. He would protect you, human or not. He never wanted to see you in pain like that again. He would never be the cause of such a pain ever again.
That night as you all lie together Lo’ak curled his body around you, resting his head on your stomach which rose and fell. Your hands brushed through his dark locks, gently massaging his scalp which in turn lulled him to sleep again.
Lo’ak seemed to cling to you like a newborn babe after that day. It was almost adorable, the way he hissed at his father when he reached a hand down to affectionately rub a hand over your head. What if he crushed you! Jake raised a brow but stepped back.
Both he and Neytiri missed you during those nights where you would fly together. When you'd explore the forest with one another. Who would have thought they would have to compete for your attention against a six year old?
Your darling Netayem was more reserved with his affections like his mother. But when he did seek you out he'd hiss at his brother who was taking up any time he had with you.
"You leech to mama like a baby!" Netayem stomped his foot at his brother.
"No I don't!" Lo'ak snapped leaning nearly close enough to butt head with his oldest brother.
"You do! Mama never gets to spend any time with me any more cause you cling to her!" Netayem hissed and Lo'ak bared his fangs which was more than enough for you to step in between the boys.
"Lo'ak" the boys eyes soften as soon as you step into his sight "I will be fine. "Your brother deserves my time with him. And soon you will have another sibling to share my time with."
And his lip quivered followed by glassy eyes. Your small hand thumbed under those eyes, the eyes of his father. "I just want you safe Sa'nok"
And your heart broke at the crack in his voice and you wrapped your sweet Lo'ak into your arms shushing his whimpers. You looked back at Netayem and he knew to step out and give you both space.
"I know baby. I am human still, but I will be fine. Soon my time will come and you will no longer need to protect me" you whispered into his ear.
"But what if-"
"And if I ever need you, I know a warrior with a mighty heart who will come to my rescue" you cupped his cheeks and pressed your forehead to his.
"'M sorry Sa'nok" he whispered.
"There is no need for apologies, my sweet Lo'ak" you pressed a kiss to his forehead "now, may I please spend some time with Netayem by the water? "
He nodded and you smiled. "Then tonight I'll rebraid your hair and tell you more of my earth stories, hm?" Your smile elicited a small one out of him. So passionate, just like his father.
Outside the tent Jake and Neytiri silently listen in. And when they hear their boy agree to split from you Jake nearly fell to his knees screaming his praises to the Great Mother.
Neytiri rolled her eyes as her mate fell to his knees raising both fists to the sky, "skxwang."
#lo'ak x reader#avatar x reader#avatar way of water#jake x reader x neytiri#neytiri x reader x jake#platonic lo'ak#ask mochi
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NSFW headcanons: Ayato, Kanato and Subaru (Sakamaki ver.) (pt. 2)
Content warning: 18+ themes, explicit mentions of sexual activity 🤺
Ayato Sakamaki:
Cuckold.
➤ "Ayato is definitely a one possessive and jealous prick, especially when it comes to you. The thought of sharing you with someone else never really crossed his mind until now.
As Ayato sat on the coach, in your shared room, watching Laito ruthlessly take you on your bed, he couldn’t help but let out a few strangled moans while slowly touching himself. Never taking his eyes off of you. The sound of your soft moans, your aching body begging to be touched by Laito. The view made Ayato furious but his body was completely betraying him. Tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his chest raising and falling back down unrhythmically. How dare someone else make you feel this good."
Physical touch.
➤ "Ayato is a really touchy person. He absolutely loves feeling up your body, kissing you, just being around you in general. Everytime you two get intimate he can’t keep his hands off of you. Grabbing your waist, fondling your butt, attacking your neck with kisses which leave dark hickeys after.
Pda is afraid of this dude. He will show you off in public like you’re a trophy. Your hands will always be intertwined or one of his hands will be wrapped around your waist, securing you in place next to him and marking you as taken."
Public teasing.
➤ "This ties up with the whole pda thing. Ayato will not only be affectionate with you in public, he will tease the hell out of you. To the point you're so bothered you’ll be begging him to take you home and make it up for the state he put you in.
If you're wearing a revealing outfit, he’ll randomly start touching your knees, slowly making his way up to your thighs, gently caressing them, while his other hand firmly holds onto your waist keeping you in place. Ayato will get up close to your neck and breathlessly whisper all the things he’s planning on doing to you.
Of course he’ll make sure at least one random person sees this little show of his."
Kanato Sakamaki:
Food kink.
➤ "Kanato definitely has a food kink. Mainly sweets. He loves squirting soft whipped cream all over your body, letting it drip down your skin as he slowly licks it off. Getting dirty isn’t something Kanato is afraid of. The more embarrassed and messy you become the more turned on he gets.
The sight of you squirming, whining all because he’s making you feel so good while you’re uncomfortably covered in sticky chocolate - caramel syrup is all Kanato needs to finish instantly."
Gags and chains.
➤ "I absolutely believe he would be in some kind of BDSM aspect. Maybe not as extreme as Reiji is but Kanato definitely has his share. I think he would mostly be into gags and chains.
He’d restrain you to the bed and put a choker gag in your mouth so you’d be a salivating mess while you try to plead for his forgiveness. (He probably caught you with one of his brothers and the jealousy got the better of him.) It would be like torture but in the best way possible. Kanato would edge you for hours. Your restrained, frail body burning with desire it can’t quite reach… until you suddenly finish without his permission."
Degrading.
➤ "Diving deeper into his sadistic tendencies can definitely bring out a lot of things. And one of them for sure being a degradation kink. This boy looooves throwing out insults, embarrassing, degrading nicknames at you.
He’ll do anything to make you feel like a vulnerable little pet that he can easily control. Seeing your cute expression filled with a mix of pain and pleasure while he's mercilessly pounding into you, sends him completely over the edge.
But of course even Kanato knows where your limits lie. After you two are done, he’ll kiss your tear stained, swollen face, caress your delicate skin and cuddle you until you’re asleep."
Subaru Sakamaki:
Dominance.
➤ "Subaru is a shy boy. He hates being put in the spotlight or getting attention from literally anyone except you.
But in the bedroom his personality completely shifts. His demeanor, his movements are rough. He can’t stand being on the bottom, it makes him feel powerless. Sure he’ll let you tease him by being on top, but it usually doesn't last long. When things get too heated Subaru flips you two back to the original position, leaving you beneath him again as he grabs your waist, gently yet firmly pressing you up against the mattress while you both hastily make out, leaving each other's necks, collar bones bruised beyond belief."
Praising.
➤ "Since you and Subaru were both innocent when you started dating, your intimate life wasn't too crazy either. The smallest things made you both crave for each other.
Simple praises that left you soft lips made Subaru go insane. Whispering how good of a job he’s doing right into his ear while in the middle of sex was everything he wanted to hear. Your words made him feel validated, they made him feel like he’s the only one who can make your body feel this good. Your hazy, desperate pleas for him to give you more, your body arching in his hands, completely filled with desire was the end of him.
You were the end of him."
Temperature play.
➤ "Subaru, unlike his siblings, isn't really into the hardcore stuff, but he does quite enjoy temperature play.
A significant part of your foreplay includes messing around with different temperatures. Whether it be ice cubes, being slid around your hardened buds, sending full body shivers down your back, or maybe hot candle wax dripping on your stomach, your thighs. The excitement, the curiosity waiting for your reaction always gets Subarus blood going. Waiting for the facial expressions that are going to appear on your face, how your body twitches with every little thing touching your skin, how your thighs instinctively clench from all the different sensations."
Also thank you for your suggestions! I will take each and every one into consideration :)
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battle scars
monkey d luffy x afab!reader | fluff + smut | ~900 words
warnings: suggestive themes + smut throughout !!
a/n: okay, many people were involved in the birth of this fic !! so this was inspired by the art below...first @usoppsstar because she sent me the art that inspired this, + of course @luffysprincess because she made the beautiful art that inspired this !! also i wrote this whole thing in 20 min on the toilet hehe
ps. i've got permission from this genius artist to repost her art + write about it 😁
18+ MDNI
you winced at the soreness in between your thighs as you tried to sit up, blinking in the morning sunlight. you look over toward luffy’s side of the bed and notice he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and moaning quietly. he has his back completely turned toward the sunlight, almost shying away from it.
he was always a baby in the mornings.
you giggle and sit up, ignoring the small twinges of pain from deep within your core and draping yourself over your lover boy’s shoulders.
“mornin’, sugar.” he says sweetly, his voice a bit deeper than usual due to misuse while he slept. he takes one of your wrists in his hands and turns it over to place a kiss to the inside of it. he's sleepy–he's always even more affectionate than usual when he's sleepy.
“not a good morning?” you tease, running your hand down his back and breathing in his scent. you immediately withdraw your hand when he hisses in pain. “what's wrong?”
“i dunno, my back, like…it felt…it stung when ya did that!” luffy doesn't shy away from your touch, but he stretches his neck to see his back.
you both see them at the same time, the small scratches adorning his back like bloody, crusty constellations.
you gasp in complete horror while luffy gasps in utter excitement.
“woah! are these from last night? did you do this?” luffy jumps up and runs to the thin body length mirror usopp had fashioned for you in the captain’s quarters. he stands facing away from the mirror and twists his body, butt naked, in the most unnatural way only a man made of rubber could.
he starts to grin wildly and lets a few chuckles escape his lips. you, extremely embarrassed and horrified, hide your face in your palms. you couldn't believe you'd made luffy bleed.
how the hell did you manage to scratch hard enough to tear rubber skin?
you can remember, and you've been reminded by your soreness this morning, how good you'd been fucked last night. how luffy's cock had kissed and bullied your cervix for multiple rounds. how luffy’s stamina had always surprised you but something had come over him last night and he needed to feel all of you, multiple times, till he'd passed out.
“luffy, i’m–” you're about to apologize but are interrupted by luffy’s loud and boisterous laughter.
“they're like battle scars! awesome!” luffy is overjoyed and his eyes are squeezed shut to make room for the large grin that spreads across his face. he stares at the small scratches along his scapulae, his traps, his lats, and further down his back for just a little while longer before he bounds over to the bed and pounces on you. there's a smug grin on his face. “guess i made ya feel that good last night, hmm?”
you blush and move to cover your cheeks with your hands but luffy is much quicker than you and grabs your hands, pinning them above your head. you had nowhere to hide from his amusement.
“why are you so embarrassed?” luffy asks gently, using his hand not occupied by your wrists to trace his thumb over your warm cheeks. he's still smiling, but it's softer now, desperately wanting for you to talk to him and not feel guilty.
“i didn't mean to hurt you…” you say slowly, looking away from luffy’s stare. he takes your chin in his thumb and index and pulls your face to him, pressing a warm and gentle kiss to your lips.
“ya didn't hurt me!” luffy says once he's pulled away from you, he's smiling. you feel a bit better at seeing luffy's honest joy, knowing that you couldn't possibly physically hurt the newest emperor of the sea with mere scratches. you sigh and smile back at him.
“okay! i'm glad then.” you crane your neck to press your lips to his once more. “and yes, you fucked me really good last night, captain.”
you catch a mischievous glint flash in luffy’s eyes and watch as he moves his hand in between your legs and separates them by spreading his fingers wide. he tightens his grip on your wrists and uses his other hand to hook each of your legs around his hips. he presses himself into the apex of your thighs and you can feel how he's already straining and raring to go.
“yeah?” luffy breathes as he skims his teeth and tongue over the side of your neck, leaving a trail of saliva down to your chest. “let's go at it again then.”
luffy starts to rock his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection against the inside of your thigh. you press your thighs together, providing something tight and warm for luffy to drag his cock through. he lets out a small whine and hunches over you, littering your chest with butterfly kisses and small patches of his drool.
“breakfast!” luffy’s ears perk up at sanji’s voice, his lips hands and dick abruptly abandoning your body.
“meet me back in here after breakfast, ‘kay?” luffy says, pressing a kiss to your temple and grinning before he jumps up off of the bed and over to where his clothes from last night lay on the floor.
you huff, feeling the whiplash from how he'd just been fucking your thighs then how he'd suddenly left you completely cold and bare. you watch him tug his shorts up his hips and grab his straw hat from the ring beside the door.
“put on a shirt!” you yell after him.
“nope! i'm showing off my battle scars!” luffy whoops as he rushes out of the captain's quarters toward the kitchen, licking his lips in anticipation for both breakfast and the activities that will follow.
taglist: @kingofthe-egirls | @ohmaswife | @bowsa-jr | @pileofmush | @anemptypuddingcup | those already tagged in the a/n !!
#one piece#monkey d luffy#luffy#monkey d luffy x reader#luffy x reader#monkey d luffy smut#luffy smut
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Hello love, I had a thought after the new episode about Crosshair x reader where she’s been with Hunter and wrecker trying to find Omega (and him) and when crosshair steps out of the ship she just runs to him <3 maybe it also includes them talking on the marauder after about what’s happened. I hope this sparks interest for you!! I love your writing :)
Forgiven
Crosshair x Reader
Summary- You reminisce on the first time Crosshair fought against you and his brothers. He thought you'd never forgive him, but he is surprised when you reunite.
A/N- So sorry this one took so long! I'm still sick but was determined to get this out! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it, please let me know if there is anything I can do to improve.
Word Count- 2,276
You remember the first time you realized you lost Crosshair to the Empire. The memory plagued your sleepless nights...
"I know what you're going to do, but please- don't." Omega begged Crosshair. You turned to listen to them, but couldn't figure out what she was talking about. What was he going to do? And how did Omega know about it?
"What do you know?" He remarked.
"I know you can't help it..." She rested a hand to his shoulder. The act warmed your heart, but anxiety rested in the deep pit of your stomach.
You couldn't place exactly why. I mean, you were all imprisoned. But, really, it was nothing the squad hadn't been in before. This was the kind of anxiety that rushed your veins. The kind that appears out of no where and strikes you.
At this feeling, you stood up to move and sit on Crosshairs right. He wasn't very affectionate in public, but you knew the proximity would ease your nerves.
Your hand gently ran down his arm as you sat, he straightened up at your touch. He was on edge as well.
The small gesture of him spreading his right leg slightly wider, to touch you, made you smile. Even in a cell, he could make you feel at home.
He didn't turn to look at you, but took your hand in his, holding it in his lap.
Just seconds later, a masked group of clones arrived.
"CT-9904, you're coming with us."
"Excuse me?" You stood, Hunter was quicker than you though.
"Oh no no, no. We stay together." The clone immediately rammed the butt of his gun into Hunter's stomach. He doubled over in pain.
"Stand down!" The clone yelled. You still advanced, determined to stick together.
A hand grabbed at your wrist. It was Crosshair, still looking down.
"Stop, you'll just get into more trouble." He then looked up at you. He stood, still holding onto you. Your breath hitched, scared for him. What would the Empire do to him?
"Wait!" You called out, he turned around just before stepping out of the cell.
You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, somewhat of a 'goodbye.' You could see his face get visibly softer. You pulled him closer for a hug, your face in his neck. "Whatever happens, try to meet us at the Hangar..." You whispered. Only he heard.
He nodded his head at you, then turned to follow the clone. The jail wall went back up.
You watched him walk away, the clones right behind him. "He'll be okay. We'll find a way out." Hunter reassured, a hand on your shoulder.
He was right. You all did find a way out. In an attempt to retrieve everyone's armor, you all rushed to the Hangar. Just before putting your last arm piece on, you stopped. "Where's Crosshair! He should be back by now!" You had hoped he found a way to escape the clones that took him. Looking around again didn't help.
"Tech, power up the ship. The rest of us will go look for Crosshair." Hunter commanded.
No one had a chance to respond, the large doors of the cabin opened to reveal him. He was leading a large squad of troopers.
"Uhh, I don't think we'll have to go far..." Omega spoke.
Your breath hitched, but you weren't scared. Crosshair would never do anything to hurt you. Nor his brothers, right?
"Cross!" You went to meet him, you didn't care about the other clone troopers next to him.
However, Hunter blocked you with his body. You stopped, wary but trusting his extreme senses.
"Best stand down sergeant." Crosshair said, rifle at the ready. "Make it easy on yourself... And your team." He looked you in the eyes, then back to Hunter.
"Have you lost your mind!" Hunter interrogated.
The two of them argued back and forth, though neither side made an official attack.
You were so confused, why would Crosshair turn on everyone. Why would he turn on you? Tears prickled, you placed your helmet on so no one could see.
"Now surrender." Crosshair tried, deep down you didn't think he wanted to injure anyone.
Blast fired everywhere.
Omega covered her head- barred down. You rushed to her, giving her cover. Hunter joined your side, now he was guiding Omega back to the ship.
You, Wrecker, and Echo fought hard, which gave Hunter enough time to usher Omega safely to the ship.
Hunter barely had time to run back out, guns firing, when all the overhead lights went off. The storm outside did nothing to help the lighting.
You crouched down to collect your thoughts, looking through your visor you saw many heat signatures. It was hard to tell who was who, but identified Wrecker by his size and Echo by his arm.
You blasted at the on-coming troopers, distracted by a new wave of them coming in. Someone had called for backup.
A loud scream let you know Wrecker had been shot, you weren't close enough to help him. A glance back showed you Echo and Hunter pulling him to safety.
The second you turned back around the barrel of a gun was pointed at your head. A figure sat inches in front of you, also crouched down.
"Don't say a word." It was Crosshair...
You pushed your helmet off, suddenly desperate for some air. You stared at him with glossy eyes. He wouldn't really shoot you, would he?
"Follow them back to The Marauder. Do not tell a soul I let you." He commanded you, lowering his gun. Was he telling you to escape now?
"Cross, I don't-"
"It's not safe here. You have to run."
"Bu-"
"It is too late for me, but you need to go. Now." When you didn't get up, he raised his rifle at you.
"Go!"
You nodded, shoving your helmet over your head. You wasted no more time as you ran to the ship. Tech closed the ramp and door behind you.
The ship roared off, jumping into hyperspace immediately.
You were left dazed, confused, and heartbroken. How could you lose him so fast?
It had been a long time since you all had to run. Not a day, or night, went by that you didn't think about Crosshair. No matter what he thought about you- he was always going to be your true love.
You could only hope he still felt the same deep down.
While you secretly prayed that you'd run into him again, all your prayers were soon taken up. They shifted to be about Omegas safety, ever since she was physically taken from your arms on Ord Mantell.
They didn't stop until you, Hunter, and Wrecker received a coded message. It contained an abandoned planet's coordinates, sent by 'Lula.' You knew it was Omega, no one else knew about Wreckers (turned Omegas) stuffed doll.
Hunter couldn't fly the ship fast enough, you three soon arrived at the location.
At the sound of another ship landing, Wrecker went to see who it was. Just in case it was some kind of ambush.
Seconds later, you both heard giggles from Omega and laughter from Wrecker.
Hunter looked down at the floor, ashamed.
"Hunter, so see her." You said, resting a friendly hand on his knee.
He was silent for a moment, gaze still down. "What, what if she is ma-"
"Omega loves you, she's not mad at you for anything. Please go see your daughter." You smiled at your own words, and the fact that his face turned red.
He rose and walked out to see her. You followed behind, hugging Omega after she and Hunter had their moment.
"How... how did you escape?" Hunter asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
"I had help." Your smile dimmed, watching the empire ship door closely. A figure walked down, the second you copped a good look- you were running.
A gasp barely had time to leave your mouth, your feet hit the ground in quick strides. You didn't stop until you were met with his body.
He stumbled back, but caught you. Your arms immediately wrapped tightly around him. Like he was going to fade away.
You let out a single sob when his hand lifted to caress your hair, then back. "Cross..."
He didn't say a word, he just squeezed you tight. It told you all you needed to know.
In that moment you forgot all that he did. Heck, you didn't care about any of it. He was here, alive, safe, and not trying to attack anyone.
"I'm sorry.... I'm so, so sorry." He repeated himself, mumbling apologies over and over.
You pulled away, forcing his forehead down to touch yours. "Shut up." You silenced him with a kiss, your eyes closed.
It was an awkward few hours on The Marauder. Wrecker and Hunter were still wary on Crosshair. Truth be told, they had a right to be. Omega defended him when she could, but everyone needed to accept the change on their own time.
That Crosshair's days with the Empire was now in the past.
Omega soon fell asleep on Hunter, you could tell she needed a good nights sleep. One where she wasn't constantly looking over her shoulder, or scared someone would come in her sleeping quarters.
As Hunter put her to bed, Wrecker found himself on the verge of sleep too. He headed to one of the two cots hidden in the back.
"Hunter, go to bed." You gently suggested.
"You sure you'll be okay?" He eyed Crosshair, still not trusting.
"I'm a big girl Hunter. Plus, I don't think Cross would be dumb enough to go against all of us with no weapons." You tried to joke, but the tension was so thick you could cut it. Both men raised an eyebrow at you.
You sighed, "Go to bed. I'm fine, really." He nodded and headed off. That left you and Crosshair alone in the cockpit.
It was quiet for a minute, both of you were scared to speak first. It was all so... real, so serious all of a sudden.
"How bad was it?" You asked, turned away from him on purpose.
"Worse than you can imagine." He didn't mean to, but he broke your heart at his words.
You turned to face him, quickly taking note of how his hand shook. You looked from his hand to his face, he tried to hide it.
"Uhm, I guess i'll take the first watch if you want to get some rest." You were so uncomfortable. There was an unspoken thought dancing around the room. While you wanted to kiss and hold him, there was a weird air that surrounded you both. It made you question every move, like it was your first date all over again.
"Right..." Was all he could muster. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing.
He bit this fear back with his next words. "I wish, I wish I could go back. Do things... differently."
"I know. Me too." You tried to meet his gaze, but he stared at the wall.
You were tired of this. What happened to the two of you?
"Crosshair."
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong."
He stared.
"Cross, if you don't love me anymore just tell me. Don't beat around the bush."
This made him snap his head at you. "What? You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Really? Because after I kissed you, you haven't touched me! We used to tell each other everything, now we can't hold simple conversation! I Know a lot happened, I am so sorry you went through what you did. It shatters me just thinking about you getting hurt... but please, talk to me." You pleaded.
He grunted and sat up straight. "You deserve someone better! That's why. Because you shouldn't want to be with someone who turned on his brothers. Who abandoned his team. Who tried to kill the person he loved most. Maybe I should stop beating around the bush, you'll realize what I really am. Disposable."
You blinked up at him, heart beating fast. You didn't know what to say.
Crosshair 'humphed' and slouched back in his chair.
You rose to your feet, standing in front of him. You took his shaking hand in yours. "The man I love came back. He saved Omega. I know deep down you are the same Crosshair I fell in love with. The man that, even when controlled by an inhibitor chip, managed to let me run free. You could have killed me, that's what the chip told you to do... but, you didn't. Crosshair, I won't- I can't blame you for doing anything under the control of your chip."
"I did awful things after that chip was taken out..." He still thought he was unworthy, trying to make you agree.
"You can't push me away. You can't push away the people who love you." You still held his shaking hand in yours, raising your other to rest on his cheek.
"I forgive you... I truly do. I know it will be a long time until you forgive yourself, but I will be right here when you do. The guys will come around, just wait. I promise everything will be okay."
He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm. You moved down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. At his, he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you to his lap.
You curled yourself up, finally feeling that warm comfort you always felt in him.
You kiss him again, slowly this time.
"I'll do better..." He croaked.
"I know you will."
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I have fr been sick for a whole week, like give me a break, body! When I am feeling 100% I will come back and fix any grammatical errors. Thank you for your patience and understanding!
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Ed and Stede, standing next to each other washing their collection of sex toys after a Wild Night:
Ed: :3
Ed: hehe hey Stede -
Stede, tired: don't.
Ed: maybe I wasn't going to say what you think I was about to say. you don't know.
Stede: you were going to ask me which of our toys I think I am
Ed:
Stede: and you know I'm gonna say I'm the big teal dildo.
Ed: but -
Stede: AND THEN you're going to interrupt and tell me that I'm the butt plug with all the nobby bits on it.
Ed:
Stede: because I can be a real pain in the ass
Ed: I would've meant it affectionately.
Stede: yeah Ed. I know.
Stede: hey Ed
Ed: uh oh
Stede: you'd be the vibrator wand. because you always blow my mind :)
Ed: awwww
Stede: and also because you're loud as fuck and I swear that thing breaks the sound barrier on its highest settings
Ed: hey now.
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Okay but, this is fun! (When I was a server? I wore short skirts, stockings and heeled boots. They let me wear them, I had no joy in my life. So? I dressed up my uniform to make myself happy at the sacrifice of my feet at the end of shift.) I don’t miss it but, I had fun as a server.
Running up to the bar and whispering to Johnny to ‘look at table 4’ because the lady sitting there is recovering from a bbl and has bandages *holding* her butt up. (True story)
Any bit of gossip, you beeline back and Simon’s already waiting like ‘wots happenin’ now?’
Making faces at Johnny as you take someone’s order to show you’re displeased.
Whining to Simon ‘it’s that guy who sends everything back to get it comped again!’ When he hears someone sent the wings back… *again*
Snickering openly as Johnny is stuck with 2 horny old ladies at the bar and making faces at him when the customers aren’t looking to mock him.
Standing with Johnny at the bar and quietly conversing. “Nae way, that’s her father’ ‘I’m telling you! Crusty dusty with his side dish!’
Quickly squeaking behind Simon when shit looks like it’s going to get real in a few seconds. ‘Oh, that local crack head is back- Simon! Great to see you!’ *quickly scoots behind him* and just like- ‘hi!’ And peaking around him like he’s a s.w.a.t shield
Having to shoo Johnny away from the food Simon made you- ‘yea left it unattended!’ ‘This is the only food I’ve had in the past 6 hours! Simon! He’s eating my food!’ ‘She lies!’
Going to Simon with puppy dog eyes when you can’t open a jar-
Johnny plonking his butt down in the booth you’re rolling silverware in and not leaving even when you try and shoo him away to tend to the bar- the boss is glaring at me! He’s getting mad at me! Move your butt before I get in trouble because of you!’
Price being the manager that lets you get away with murder. If it makes you happy? He’ll turn a blind eye as long as you do your job. That goes for the other two knuckle heads… with you around? Johnny’s not fucking the customer base as often, leaving less upset girls coming in and making scenes when he inevitably doesn’t call them back. And Simon is fighting less, taking less smoke breaks (saving them for later) and making more orders properly (so you don’t get flack for it) so, he’ll turn a blind eye to what they’re doing to you… not that he isn’t doing it himself.
Trauma bonding from the shit job makes you real close that it kind of- makes you ignore when they get too handsy? ‘They’re still the guys, it’s fine’
(Bistro Huddy is so accurate it’s painful…)
(Dubious *not really* consent: Being trapped in the out of the way supply closet in the far back where no one goes. Your shift ended an hour ago but, you’re stuck; bent over an old chair stored there. Price zips up his pants- before you can stand back up again Simon’s stepping in where Price is stepping out and pushing you to bend back over the chair again. -Johnny running in for a quickie whenever he can- By the time the guys close up? You’re sore, gaping, leaking, overstimulated, and sniffling. And they’re all drawing straws who get’s to take you home and ‘take care of you’ so you’ll show up to your shift tomorrow.…I can’t do nsfw to save my life… I’m sorry, lol)
(Thought of this at the end but, Server Gaz?)
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
YOU WRETCH (affectionate, oh so affectionate i could kiss you)
THAT THE LAST BIT
OHHH MAN IM SCRREAMINGGGGUH
chile. having to give your receipts and the 3% you owe to price always ends up with his spend soaking your knickers :/ he prob knows your body better than you do, clever fingers making you peak before he does because yall (he) doesn't have the luxury of time on yalls (his) side. (not the other servers banging on the door because theyre just trying to go home)
imagine running to kyle because he seems to be the only sane one. you tried to eat lunch with him that one time in the back but it ended up with you cockwarming him as you attempted to pathetically eat your burger. (he hadn't even touched you and you'd come twice. poor you, so pent up from the week's frustrations. wait til simon hears about this.)
johnny doesn't hear about it but feels it once he finds you in the corner booth no one uses except the waiters who close, tiredly doing the silverware. his hands make quick work of your apron and the button on your jeans, pads of his fingers lightly catching your clit and dipping into your entrance but surprise surprise. wet. slick.
he mutters in your ear if it was price or simon that's left a mess behind but kyle's sitting a couple tables down from you counting his tips. that'd be me, sorry.
he's not sorry.
simon would be the type to scoop up his seed with his thick fingers and stuff it back into your used cunt talkin bout take that with you like it's a box to go lmao
#i screamed and slapped my desk with open palms when i read about price pulling up his ZIPPER HONEY#THAT CURVEBALL WENT AND HIT ME RIGHT IN MY THROBBING (redacted)
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Toddler! Reader making it their mission to make sure their dads don’t get affectionate with their moms, in this case Adam, Eve, Shiva, and his wives. Whenever they reach in to kiss their wives reader gets fussy and clingy with their mothers.
-Adam could only glare lightly at you, giving you a challenge as you were hugging onto your mama, his wife, Eve, who was smiling softly, enjoying your affections.
-When Adam came over to see the both of you, he pecked your forehead first, which made you smile, but when he tried to go to Eve, your little hand lifted, blocking his lips from reaching Eve.
-He tried a few more times but each time you blocked his attempts while Eve was giggling, seeing that you weren’t sharing her.
-Adam then surprised you by grabbing you, hugging you to him instead before showering you with kisses, making you squeal with delight, beaming up at him.
-Eve giggled after Adam sat next to her with you still in his arms, “Perhaps Y/N just didn’t want you giving your kisses to anyone else?”
-This was proven wrong when Adam tried to kiss his wife again and you called out your anger before crawling over into Eve’s arms again, kissing her cheek yourself, “Mama mine!”
-Adam’s eyelid twitched, he couldn’t wait for you to outgrow this stage, while Eve was smiling, hugging you again, saying you were adorable.
-Shiva was pouting deeply, all four arms folded across his chest as he was glowering over at you, sitting in Kali’s arms, getting doted on by all three of his wives as you cooed happily, enjoying the attention.
-You had been quite the little brat here lately, at least to Shiva, as you didn’t want to share any of your three mamas with him.
-If he tried to hug them, you were quickly crawling over to push him away, or if he wanted to kiss them, your little hands would catch his lips with a fierce little glare on your face.
-You were so stubborn! You were definitely his child, but he wanted affection too!!
-When Parvati saw her husband pouting, she couldn’t help but smile, and got the others in on it as they stood, leaving you with Shiva as they said they had to go do something.
-Shiva wanted to glare, but once the three were out of the room, you turned all your attention to him, patting his cheeks, cooing softly, kissing his face yourself.
-He couldn’t help but melt, seeing you being so sweet and affectionate, as he was able to realize that you didn’t like sharing, and if your mamas were there, you didn’t want to share their love with him, but if they weren’t there, you got all his love for yourself.
-You were such a pain in the butt, but you were his pain in the butt!
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nightmare | simon “ghost” riley
words: 1.3k
plot: simon has a nightmare and accidentally hurts you. mostly fluff. I like fics about sad!boy simon.
tags: fem!reader, blood tw
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It’s not rare for Simon to wake you up with his body thrashing around and low groans leaving his lips.
No matter how many times it’s happened, it never gets less painful for you, waking up to him having a nasty nightmare in the bed beside you.
You had a routine down pat by now. You’d gently touch his shoulders, careful not to surprise him, and then coo sweet things until his eyes fluttered open and his body relaxed under your hands. You hadn’t told Simon “I love you” yet, given the ill-defined nature of your relationship with him, but you often whispered other affectionate words to get him back to sleep.
Tonight is no different.
You’ve blinked your own slumber away, groggily rubbing your eyes before realizing what was happening. He’d been home for nearly a month now, and this was only the second nightmare of his. Your heart sinks as you sit up in the bed and reach over to touch his shoulder.
Simon was equally as hesitant about taking off his clothes as he was about taking off his mask. But he’s grown more and more comfortable around you, and tonight he’s sleeping with only his grey sweats on. His scarred chest is bare. When you touch his shoulder, the skin feels cool with sweat and the muscles beneath your fingers feel tense and knotted.
You’re about to whisper his name when he suddenly shouts out yours.
“Y/N,” he speaks hoarsely, eyes still closed. He’s moved around so much that his painted balaclava has shifted against face, a piece of his hair poking out from the cut-out for his eyes.
Your eyes widen. He whimpers out your name again.
“Simon, sweetheart,” you are gentle with your words. Somehow you get the feeling this dream is worse than the ones before. Beads of sweat percolate his brow bone and his skin looks ghastly under the moonlight seeping in from the window. You swallow, throat feeling narrowed, and touch his shoulder a little firmer.
“Simon.”
This one wakes him up. His eyes fly open and he shoots straight up, knocking his head against your lip in the process. His hands grip the blanket which has bunched around his hips as he breathes heavily. You hiss an explicative under your breath, pain shooting across the spot he’d just head-butted.
“Ow.”
Touching your lip, it feels hot and damp.
Simon hasn’t even come to his senses yet. His body is still in high-alert, the muscles of his back flexing as he shoots his eyes around the room, as if surveying for any signs of danger. Under his mask, it looks like his nostrils are flaring with each heavy breath he takes.
Then, his eyes land on you.
They are wild at first. Angry and intense and almost scrutinizing. But then the sight of you holding your lip, an unassuming tear rolling down your cheek, seems to bring him back to reality. Simon’s eyes soften drastically, painted with confusion until he starts to put the pieces around him together. His body is covered in sweat. You sitting up beside him. He’s not actually being threatened. He’s in his own room, his bed, and you’re sitting there hurt because of him.
“Christ,” he whispers gruffly, swiping the back of his hand over his bleary eyes. “I did that?”
You don’t give an answer. He did and he didn’t. It was obviously an accident, but that doesn’t seem to change the way his frame turns into a visibly frustrated one. Simon closes his eyes, huffs out a breath, and then reaches for you.
“C’mon, pet, let me fix this.”
You don’t get a chance to protest before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you carefully on the sink counter, your butt settling at the edge of it, as you sit there quietly and continue touching the place that he’d accidentally split your skin.
“Let me see it,” he orders lowly. He touches your hand and beckons it away from your mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, I got you good.”
The sight is bloodier than he thought, but he can already tell it’s not very deep. Puffy, a bit of a bruise forming already, but nothing he can’t fix up for you. He is quick to find the first-aid kit he keeps in the medicine cabinet, scrummaging around for a cotton pad and getting it damp under the faucet.
He’s cleaned far worse wounds before. That’s the only thing you can think about as he concentrates on touching the damp pad to your lip, collecting all the blood. How much blood has he seen? You wonder to yourself. How many times has he tended someone’s wounds like this, only for them to lose the life in their eyes moments later?
They are dark thoughts. But they are tough to ignore, even though there is a shirtless, big man standing between your parted legs as he nurses you.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you finally. Throwing the blood-stained pad away, he picks up another one. Simon has never said he loves you, the words a bit tough for him to admit, but his gentle touch seems to say it with each dab to your wounded lip. “I was dreaming, huh?”
“Nightmare,” you correct him quietly. Your eyes meet his and the memory of him calling out your name seems to stare back at you. “You… you said my name.”
“Did I?”
You nod. “Yeah,” the word barely making it out, “I know you don’t like talking about them. But just… I was in it this time, wasn’t I?”
Something flashes across his lidded eyes. Something dark, haunting, and you wish he would let you see whatever it is he is seeing.
Surprisingly, he admits, “Yeah, you were. You’re in a lot of them now days.”
He throws away the cotton pad and returns between your legs. He is observing you intently, grabbing your face in his hands and inspecting the wound he’s cleaned up. There are many thoughts that haunt him, but the thought of you hurt tops the charts. He never imagined being the cause of your pain and it makes his anger flicker dangerously, like a stubborn candle he just can’t blow out.
“I’m sorry,” he says again.
“Stop,” you shake your head. You’ve still got that lone tear on your cheek and he wipes it. “Don’t… don’t do that. Don’t get all angry at yourself for something you couldn’t control.”
Once you started saying the words, they seemed to find a way out on their own terms. Your statement hangs heavy in the cramped space of the bathroom and Simon can’t even begin to reflect on how goddamn true it is. Your words measure beyond this moment, beyond the pathetic cut on your lip, and they take him back to everything he blames himself for. Everything he carries with him, so heavy and burdensome and nightmarish.
“Simon,” you whisper, and your soft voice brings him back to the here and now.
He splays his hands on your thighs.
“Y/N.”
“You good?”
“Peachy,” he tells you, and it’s full of sarcasm, but you rather it be that than something darker.
You touch his masked cheek and whisper out a sleepy request, feeling ready to get back in bed now that the blood has stopped.
“Kiss me?” you ask.
There was a time, in the beginning of your “relationship”, where Simon kissed you sparingly. He was so hesitant, reserved. But now, sighing away the bad thoughts, Simon peels up his mask just enough to lean forward and ever so carefully kiss your injured lips. It’s soft, despite the roughness of his mouth, and it is just what you both needed before heading back to bed.
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Tattoos (fluffy supercorp ficlet, post-6) “The wild days of youth,” Lena said jokingly, holding out the to-go box of potstickers to Kara from her comfy seat in the Tower. “I just didn’t want to stop.”
“What was the appeal?” Kara asked, reaching for a potsticker with her fingers, popping it into her mouth as Lena pulled the box back.
Lena smiled in amusement. Classy as always, she thought, as she reached for her chopsticks. “I suppose it was just… the expectations. A Luthor should not be so uncultured.”
Kara was making small grabby fingers, so Lena rolled her eyes affectionately, passing the box of potstickers before reaching for the pan-fried green beans. Kara popped another potsticker in, her voice muffled from the food. “So it was an act of rebellion?”
Lena hummed. “My arm tattoo was first, the day I turned eighteen. A simple bird, something that could fly - it always seemed like freedom to me. Same reason I got my pilot’s license.”
“What came next?” Kara asked curiously, curling up on her spot on the couch.
“I went big. The ‘Purity’ script on my back.” Lena smiled, somewhat embarrassed. “It was kind of an ironic tramp stamp. I wasn’t as, uh, extroverted as some of my friends. Veronica was kind of wild at parties.”
Kara laughed. “And then the circles?”
Lena grew pensive for a moment, before nodding. “Lex turned the sun red, and I… just couldn’t breathe. I found myself thinking about my mom a lot.”
“Your mom?” Kara said gently, pausing from her food to look up.
“She… talked a lot, about past, present, future. It’s one of the few things I remember her saying.” Lena glanced down at her wrist, where three circles of growing sizes lay in a line. “I just wanted to commemorate that. That whatever I was going through now, I would be able to get past it.”
“Oh, Lena,” Kara said, a little sadly.
“It was a long time ago, Kara,” Lena said emphatically, her voice… perhaps a bit contemplative, but content. “Things are better now. You make things better.”
Kara smiled softly for a moment, before wondering out loud. “And the pain didn’t bother you?”
“Not really,” Lena said. “It hurt, but it was… meditative? Something to focus on, when I needed to distract myself.”
“That makes sense,” Kara said thoughtfully. The two glanced at each other, before quietly resuming their meal.
Lena reached over for a paper napkin, smiling in a bashful way that crinkled her nose. “So am I the most tatted person you know?”
“Oh no, definitely not!” Kara said, as she popped yet another potsticker in her mouth, looking down into the container for her next one. “Kate has way more tattoos than you,” she muffled through her food.
Kate Kane? Lena thought, with a twinge of… something. She forgot that Kara had even met Kate before. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, like everywhere,” Kara said, reaching for the scallion pancakes. “She even has a dolphin on her butt. It’s super cute. Just don’t tell her I told you,” she said with a laugh.
And Lena’s mind froze. A moment passed, before it slowly started turning again.
Kara-
Kara has-
KARA HAS SEEN KATE’S ASS?!
“That’s nice,” Lena said tensely.
Kara glanced up from her food, examining Lena closely. “Are you okay?”
“Yup,” Lena said, failing to get the stiffness out of her voice.
Kara’s eyebrows crinkled in concern, as she set her food back down on the coffee table - a large feat, really, considering that there were still three potstickers left. “Are you- are you jealous of Kate?” Kara asked curiously.
I didn’t know you liked women, Lena thought desperately. Why didn’t I know? “It’s- I’m fine. It’s fine.”
Kara tilted her head. “You can always get more?”
“What- no, Kara, it’s not her tats I’m jealous of.”
Kara blinked. “Then what are you jealous of?”
Fuck fuck fuck.
Lena paused, taking stock of her options. Kara isn’t currently dating Kate, Lena thought to herself. That much was certain, Kara didn’t mention visiting Kate at all, and Lena was pretty confident that whatever they had before, wasn’t going on now. And it did mean that Kara was into women…
Maybe they had a chance? “I like you,” Lena said, trying to keep the grimace off her face. “Romantically, I mean.”
“Oh- wait- really?” Kara said, stuttering. “I’m not sure how that relates- I mean, I didn’t think you- I-” Kara coughed, pausing for a moment to clear her throat. “I like you too. Romantically.”
“Oh,” Lena said, her eyes widening as Kara smiled shyly. “That’s… that’s good.”
“Yeah,” Kara said, smiling softly. “I want to… take you out on a date?”
“I would like that,” Lena said.
Kara’s foot bounced, a nervous sort of excitement in her body, the two sheepishly resuming their meal, with the occasional warm glance, thoughts floating by their minds on what the future might hold.
Until, eventually, Kara’s expression grew a bit pensive. “What’s wrong?” Lena asked.
“Nothing!” Kara said. “I’m just not sure how we got here from talking about tattoos.”
“Oh, I… I just didn’t realize Kate was your ex, that’s all.”
“My ex?” Kara said, her eyebrows furrowing again in confusion. “Wait, I- you thought- oh.” “What?” Lena asked curiously.
“Lena, I-” Kara paused, holding back a laugh. “I saw her tattoos in battle. I needed to use my x-ray vision.”
“... Oh,” Lena squeaked.
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cw: minors dni. no plot just smut. fem!anatomy. impact play. mild condescension. dacryphilia. cunnilingus fem!receiving. implied rough sex.
"aww, you're crying... does it really feel that good?"
despite the deceptively gentle tone, izuku's smile is wide, white teeth intent no devouring you. he smiles as though he isn't presently bullying his cock inside you, driving you mad with every inch pushed through; as though he doesn't have you breathless under his weight. a few tears run down the sides of your face, but you're not really in pain, rather in almost too much stimulation, your head cloudy and swimming in lust. he strokes your face affectionately, delighted by the daze in your eyes and the way your mouth falls open but doesn't answer much more than a soft gasp and a very short nod.
izuku pushes the last inch in, sheathing himself inside you so fully you can feel the base of his cock flush with your pelvis. his arms are hooked around your legs and tighten as he groans a little, throwing his head back in satisfaction of how warm and tight you feel around him.
"god, i didn't expect you to feel this good." before you can bring him your best sass, reminding him that he misspoke he's already moving, and the nudge and drag of his cockhead along your walls distracts you from any fight you have left. slap, slap, slap goes skin against skin, and there's a loud smack as he slaps your buttcheek which has you yelp - then he angles your hips just slightly upwards, his own still snapping in unbroken timing, to rub his palms against your butt, soothing the sting.
"sorry baby, was that too hard?"
"n-no," you murmur through soft sighs, then cry out sharply when he whispers, "good" then does it again, hard enough that you gasp. the next cry of his name - 'izu!' - is muffled by the press of his lips to yours. his pace is still unrelenting, but his palms run up your arms until they reach your hands above your head, and he sighs, suddenly slowing to a stop.
"m-more," you find yourself begging once his lips break with yours ending the kiss and you're staring each other in the eyes. his gaze softens, and he smiles. one additional long, drawn-out stroke has you mewling softly, thighs tensing up around his waist. he kisses your forehead as you try to move too to match him, deepening the friction of your clit against his pelvis.
"stoppp," you whine, nails scratching mercilessly into the skin of his back. he's teasing you and you hate it - it's your job to tease him, not the other way around. he should be the one begging for your attention; he's the one that follows you around like a lost puppy.
but not like when you're like this. like this, when you're soft and helpless under him, you're the one who gets teased mercilessly, treated like a plaything.
he dips down again and kisses you, biting at your lip then pulling back. curls fall around his face, framing them gently. he is so pretty, you think as your eyes focus, trying to lessen your overwhelming awareness of the way he throbs inside you. there's barely sweat on his forehead, and you remember he can go all night like this.
"move, izu-" you plead.
he slaps your ass again.
"say you love me."
his hand presses gently around the front of your neck, thumb grazing your lip. he's just as distracted by how pretty you look under him. how you behave. how your only gripe with him is that he's purposefully making you wait.
"i love you," you whine, moving your hips to meet his. he kisses you in a line, forehead, nose, lips, then descends back onto you, giving you enough thrusts that you're calling his name again.
but before you can get there, he stops again, and finally unslots himself from you, something that actually has you screaming no! but he thrusts his tongue back in its place, causing you to nearly tear out fistfuls of his hair as you buck at his face from pleasure.
before you know it, and right when you're about to climax, he withdraws again with a dragged breath inward, and forcefully pushes his length back in.
"f-fuck, you're even tighter," you can hear him whisper as he goes back to ramming into you harshly, desperately, but you swear that rather he's just gotten bigger and your fingers intertwine again. he presses against you close, kissing the side of your face as he buries himself in your neck, and into your soul and both of you cum and it's all too grounding, the sense of connectedness, as he pumps full into you and you feel nearly every. single. pulse. of his love.
breathing gently together, he rolls besides you, and you shiver. he pulls you close into his arms, wrapping a blanket around the both of you, kissing your cheek.
"you're precious, do you know that?"
your cheeks are still warm, and you press yourself closer to him, laying a lazy hand on his chest.
"stop teasing me," you murmur in a soft voice.
he practically beams, his smile so wide his eyes close and your heart opens again for him.
"isn't it fun though when i finally get the chance to?"
you pout playfully and he kisses you.
"fine."
he pats your stomach gently, then rubs your shoulders. there's still a glint in his eye.
"tell me when you're ready to go again."
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A Little Vengeance - Trans!Law x GN!Reader
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After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.
Minors DNI
CWs: Smut, Spanking / Paddling, Sex toys
Your eyes were adjusted to the darkness of Law’s quarters, no light filtering in save for a small candle that flickered on his dresser. You were both sprawled out naked on the bed, your panting mingling with the sound of the Tang’s rumbling engine.
Everything hurts, you muse, sighing with satisfaction. To your left, you felt Law shift his weight, pushing himself up on his side. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb affectionately between your fingers.
“Hey, babe, my ass hurts,” you remark to him without looking at him, making him laugh. You lift his hand to your face and play with it, examining the now pink skin on his palms.
“Yeah? I made sure it would,” he grinned his usual sadistic grin, hoping you’d look. You did, then roll your eyes. “It was what you wanted,” he points out, smile faltering ever so slightly. “Can’t ask me to play sadist and then expect me to half ass it,” he joked.
“Y’know…” you turn towards him, then push yourself up onto your butt and wince, leaning back against the headboard. “I think… I want some revenge,” you said, looking into his curious, concerned gold ring eyes.
At first, it took him a moment. He stared, eyes widening slightly, then a blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh,” he pouted and averted his eyes.
“What?” You pat his shoulder, “C’mere.”
Reluctantly, he got up on his knees and shuffled over. He half hugged you, pressing his forehead against yours with a big grimace plastered on his face. You laugh, falling into a fit of giggles.
“What the hell!” You cup his face, giving him a kiss. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Lie across my lap, stupid.”
“I don’t want to,” his voice cracked slightly.
“That’s not one of our safewords,” it was your turn to grin wickedly, looking a bit like the Cheshire cat. He flinches, lips curling into a shy smirk, but he avoids your gaze.
“…F-fine,” he said finally. Awkwardly, he straddles your hips. His long torso was too tempting, as usual, so you run your hands down either side, causing him to shiver from the sudden contact. Both hands squeeze his hips, appreciating the soft give, then one hand travels down quickly and cups his sex, making his cheeks and ears burn pinker, he was already excessively wet.
“You freak,” you tease, “Wow. All that acting and you’re already excited,” you watch him shutter as your fingers run along his slit, pinching and pulling his labia.
He rolled his eyes, pouting profusely. “Whatever…” Your unoccupied hand slips down to caress his thigh, then up to his ass, pulled back and gave him a test slap. It wasn’t strong, but it made him jump. “Tsk, wait a sec,” he snaps.
“You’re taking too long, you big baby!” You scolded. “You like dishing out the pain but won’t take it back?”
He scoffed, “I can take pain plenty well, I’m a fucking pirate. The Surgeon of Death, actually. Have you seen my bounty—”
“That’s it,” you grab his arm and pull him down towards the bed. He obliged, considering he was too strong to be manhandled by you. “Hah,” you smile as he adjusts himself to lie across your lap, “You like playing brat, huh Dr. Death?”
He rested his cheek in his left hand, huffing shakily. He runs his right hand through his messy hair, “I-I just… don’t like being bossed around. I chose to lie here,” he turns his head to glance back at you, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. You immediately erase it when you slap his left ass cheek with a loud Clap! making him lurch forward. “Tsk,” he hissed, “That one felt personal.”
“You better shut up,” you stifle a laugh, “I doubt my hands hurt you!” You pull back and slap his ass cheek again in the same spot, making him grumble and shift. Your left hand slides along the small of his back, reaching his Jolly Roger tattoo, and push down slightly to indicate he stay still. Yet another slight protest leaves his throat, but he does what you ask.
Again he hisses when your hand comes down on the same spot, then rubs the reddening skin and moves on to squeeze his other cheek. Your hand then runs down to pat his thigh, slapping the sensitive skin there, too. “Ah,” his jaw slacked just a moment, then he winced, gritting his teeth, when you hit him where you started.
“That’s it,” you purr, “The more I hit you in the one spot, the easier. Maybe I should bring a paddle out, if my hands aren’t heavy enough,” you half say to yourself. “Well, technically I’ll make you summon one…” Again, a Clap! This time he cursed under his breath. He shifts to cover his face in both hands, mumbling something you can’t make out. You could feel his slick begin to wet your thigh, his hard clit grinding ever so slightly against you with each hit.
Exchanging hands, you continue smacking the hot skin, then kneed it, a lovely groan rumbled in his chest. Your right hand's fingers ghost along his inner thigh, making his muscles tense. You run three fingers along his slit, teasing his dick between two. He shutters, sighing dreamily and spreading his legs ever so slightly. You slap him in response, forcing a whine, then a loud moan when your fingers penetrate him. With three fingers inserted deep, the distinct wetness resounding, you begin to rub his g-spot. “Ahh,” he keened, your name falling from his lips.
“Law, get me the paddle, please,” you command casually, leaning with wet fingers to grab a tissue from the night stand. The second your fingers left him he complained, craning his neck to check what you were doing. You wiped them off.
Hesitating a moment—he doesn’t like to seem too eager—he finally lifted his left hand. “Room,” the blue light extends, then in an instant the tissue you were holding was replaced with a paddle sporting a large heart, with smaller ones along the edges.
“Thank you,” you say sweetly, bringing down the paddle harshly on his sore left cheek. Law sprung forward, pulling in a strained, surprised gasp. Fuck, you heard him whisper. You chortle, satisfied at how fast the Room ability vanished, too, like flicking a light switch.
You massage the cheek again, his hissing music to your ears, observing as lighter heart shaped marks began to appear. “Aw, that’s not as puffy as it could be,” you remark. Before he could respond, you bring the paddle down with a Slap! against his untouched cheek. Strained cries left his throat as he shifted slightly to rut against your thigh. You didn’t complain, touching the much brighter heart marks, emphasized by the flushing patch of skin. It was a much darker red than your hand could cause. In fact, you could see some blood vessels burst, leaving a nice purple hue. So, you do it again, tears begin stinging Law’s eyes.
“Good boy,” you praise, using the paddle against his back thigh just to surprise him. He kicks his legs back and forth in an automatic pain easing response. He finally covers his face from embarrassment by shoving it against the mattress. You reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair, then finally begin spanking him over and over.
Law keened and whined into the mattress, his hands squeezing the sheets. Again and again you hit him, occasionally switching cheeks, then hitting his thighs to let his ass rest a little. You pet the burning skin gently, affectionately, the heat radiating against your palms pleasant to the touch. Once you decided he was marked enough from ass to calf, you finally stop. You reach over and grab some cooling lotion, then began spreading it roughly. He whines weakly, both of his own hands entangled in his hair. You let him be, although you did want to see his pretty face, messy face.
Reaching one last time into the drawer next to you, you pull out a medium sized dildo he kept there. Without speaking a word, you shove it as deep as you could into his fluttering, weeping cunt. He muffled a scream in delight. The sound goes on longer as you begin to pump the dildo. It didn’t take too long for the tight coil in his core to come undone, his fists turning white, his body shaking slightly. He lifts his head up off the sheets in response to the pushing sensation, his desperate moans filled your ears as he squirt cum unceremoniously over your thighs. You leave the dildo inside him, occasionally giving it a smack on the blunt silicone bottom to make him tighten and groan.
“There we go,” you hum, continuing to administer the lotion into his stringing skin. He sighed contently, having relaxed his hands and letting his head rest facing away from you. He was too prideful to show you his fucked out, tear stained face. “Was my vengeance too harsh?” You coo, grin spreading from ear to ear.
“Anything you can do I can do better,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you.
“That sounds like a threat.”
“You’ll find out,” his tone, lace with amusement, was quickly cut off by a pained yelp as you hit him with the paddle one final time. The room soon fell into mutual laughter.
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here i am (next to you)
alessia russo x reader
w/c: ~1.5k
alessia's grateful for many things in her life- family, friends, and ona fucking batlle for introducing her to the most beautiful girl in the world- too bad she's convinced you're dating ona
based on these reqs: 1 & 2
a/n: i hope you don't mind i combined these! and i took a lot of creative liberties with this.
second part anyone??
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“Do you know who that girl Ona’s with is?”
“Hello to you too Alessia, I’m doing okay thank you for asking-”
Alessia stares at Tooney- impatiently as the younger girl continues to talk to herself, she taps her foot waiting for Ella to finish.
“I’m serious Tooney.”
“No Less I don’t- she’s probably just a friend or something.”
Alessia huffs- grabbing her phone to view Ona’s story once again, she bites her lip watching for the fifth time- Ona walks along-side mystery girl, Ona puts her arm around mystery girl, Ona presses a kiss to mystery girls cheek, mystery girl flashes a smile that makes Alessia’s heart skip a beat. She shoves her phone into Ella’s face, tapping on the screen wildly.
“I don’t know Ella- they look too close to be ‘just’ friends.”
Tooney blinks- holding onto Alessia’s hand to lower it back down.
“Less… why do you care so much anyway? Who cares who Ona dates… unless, oh my god! Please, do not tell me you like Ona?!”
Ella’s face lights up maniacally at the prospect of Alessia crushing- far too sick of her friend complaining of being single.
“No! Tooney what the hell!”
“Well why do you care so much!”
Ella cries out- a huge smile on her face as she grips Alessia’s arms. “Tooney… I- I just think her ‘friend’ is… fit. Okay? Happy?”
The shriek Ella lets out makes Alessia slap her hand over her mouth.
“Shut it Tooney!”
-
Alessia’s got a couple more weeks left before she’s set to move to Barcelona- and to cheer up some of the girls she suggest a coffee date.
Ona’s message comes right after her suggestion. Zelly replies straight away.
Ona B to ‘ONA AND LESSI ARE TRAITORS’
-> is it okay if my friend comes? She’s visiting and I don’t want to leave her alone
Zelly to ‘ONA AND LESSI ARE TRAITORS’
-> of course!
It doesn’t take long for Ella to message Alessia separately.
Pain in my Butt to ‘you’
-> 😏😏😏😏
You to ‘Pain in my Butt’
-> No
‘Pain in my Butt’ requesting facetime
Accept. Decline.
“Lessi this is our chance to do detective work and find out if they’re dating or not! Come on you’ve been practically stalking Ona’s Instagram.”
“They have to be Tooney- I mean they’re so close, like I should just stop, I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
“Don’t be like that Less, I’m sure Ona would’ve said if she was dating someone.”
“Ella Toone do not feed into my delusions.”
“Seriously Less- there’s no way they are, isn’t this like a Spanish thing, ya known overly affectionate.”
“I don’t know any more- just drop it, okay Tooney?”
“Fine.”
Alessia sighs into her hands when the call ends.
This is going to be a long breakfast.
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“There’s the first traitor!”
Alessia smiles at Leah- bringing the tatted forward into a hug. She goes around the table- hugging all her soon-to-be-ex teammates, before settling in next to Ella- there’s two spaces between her and Lucia and Alessia can only pray that Ona sits next to her.
“Excited for the Spanish sun Less?”
“Yeah- a bit nervous to be honest but-”
Mary’s loud voice cuts her off.
“The second traitor has arrived!”
True to her word- Ona strides through the door- arms linked with yours and Alessia feels her heart drop in her stomach.
“Hola!”
You wave at everyone and follow Ona into the two empty seats- Ona takes the one next to Lucia and they launch into a conversation immediately.
You smile at everyone, and pretend not to notice when the brunette next to the pretty blonde next to you, elbows her in the side.
“Umm hi- I’m Alessia.”
“Hi! I’m (y/n), Ona’s friend- we play on the national team together.”
Ella butts into the conversation- leaning over Alessia.
“Just friends? You two seem very close.”
Alessia could cry right now.
You laugh though- nodding along.
“Yes, yes- we are just friends.”
Ella without skipping a beat.
“Huh how about that, so you’re single then?”
“Yeah I am.”
“Great- sorry to interrupt carry on then!”
Tooney slaps Alessia back before turning around to talk to Mary.
“Sorry about her… sometimes I worry she has no filter.”
“That’s okay- Ona’s the same, when we were younger I told her I liked this girl in the academy and she told her the next day!”
You burst out laughing- your hand finding Alessia’s arm to squeeze.
“Yeah- thankfully she’s a lot better at keeping my secrets now.”
You continue to talk quietly- both of you too wrapped in one another that you miss the knowing smiles that Ella and Ona share.
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Alessia’s lying in bed later that night when she gets a message.
Unknown to ‘You’
-> Hey I hope you don’t mind I got your number from Ona- I loved talking to you today!
You to ‘Unknown’
-> Of course not! I loved talking to you too.
Unknown to ‘You’
-> I’m here for a few more days, maybe you could show me around? 😉
Alessia screen shots the message- quickly sending it off to Ella.
You to ‘Pain in my Butt’
-> WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! *attachment1
Pain in my Butt to ‘You’
-> She wants you 😌
A message interrupts the conversation with Ella
Unknown to ‘You’
-> Sorry if that was too forward, you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to
You to ‘Unknown’
-> No, no! Sorry, I would love to show you around.
-> How's tomorrow? 10? Same place as today?
Unknown to ‘You’
-> Sounds like a date! See you then 😘
Alessia screams into her pillow.
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“Hey you look beautiful.”
Your complement has Alessia blushing furiously- she can feel her neck get hot.
“Thank you- you do too.”
You flash her a cheeky grin- holding up a cup of coffee for her to take.
“It’s an oat milk latte.”
“You remembered?”
“Of course!”
Offering her your arm to hold- Alessia takes it, leading you around Manchester.
The day progresses and seems to slip away as you continue to talk quietly- Alessia takes you around the city- occasionally pointing out things.
It’s mostly just you talking about anything and everything though.
Hours later you find yourself in front of Alessia’s apartment building- holding her hands.
“When you move to Barça- it’ll be my turn to show you around- I promise I’ll give you the best tour ever.”
“I thought you played in Madrid?”
“I’d make the trip just for you.”
Alessia’s chest fills with warmth, before she can say anything- you press a soft kiss to her cheek,
“See you later Lessi.”
-
The news that Alessia Russo- Barça’s newest world record breaking signing, is on her way to camp breaks out. That’s not what has her and the rest of the world freaking out though. Alessia’s transfer news has been out for weeks now- what has her calling Ella at one o’clock in the morning is Barça’s newest post. It’s a last-minute transfer. Barça’s latest Instagram post show a photo of you- a proud smile on your face as you hold up a Barça jersey up.
“She’s signing with Barça Tooney!”
“This is good news, isn’t it Less?”
“Yes of course it is! But I don’t even know what we are!”
“So, figure it out over there- I’m going to bed.”
-
When Alessia arrives to the training grounds- she feels the pit of anxiety curling low in her stomach.
Everything has already been so different to Manchester.
She breathes in deeply, stepping into the changing room and is immediately pounced on in a hug- she recognises the two girls that are crushing her into a hug- Pina, and Aitana.
“It is so nice to meet you!”
She’s pulled out of the two girls embrace and essentially passed around the room, each new teammate pulling her into a hug, the occasional kiss pressed to her cheek.
She comes to a stop in front of you- you smiling at her sheepishly.
“Hey Lessi… surprise?”
She punches you in the arm softly, pulling you into a hug.
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(y/n)<3 to ‘Lessi<3’
-> My turn for the tour right?
Lessi<3 to ‘(y/n)<3’
-> I’m expecting big things
(y/n)<3 to 'Lessi<3'
-> 10 tomorrow, be prepared for the ultimate Barça experience.
-
“Oat milk latte?”
You hold out a cup of coffee to Alessia- smiling at her. She takes it with a smile- cuddling into your side when you swing your arm around her shoulders.
“So, what’s the plan?”
“It’s a surprise Lessi. You just have to wait.”
Just like Manchester- you spend the whole day together.
Just as the sun is setting- you end up taking her to ‘La Sagrada Familia’.
Watching her explore with a soft smile on your face.
“Hey Lessi?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Alessia- instead of verbally responding, presses a soft kiss to your lips.
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Bianco Latte
Hi everyone! Here's a sneak peek of my first Fairy Tail fanfic published on AO3 <3
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The guild cheers loudly, and Reedus calls for a commemorative painting.
“How about a family picture, Happy?” The painter asks, brush already poised to create.
“Aye! Natsu, get your butt over here!” The feline yells.
The dragonslayer grins, taking his place behind Happy. Lucy smiles at them affectionately. Both exceed and fire mage look at her expectantly.
“Well?” Happy .demands.
“What?” Lucy asked self-consciously.
“It’s a family picture, Luce,” Natsu reminds her, smile almost too wide, “what are you doing all the way over there?”
The guild stops celebrating abruptly and Lucy would’ve almost been impressed. Instead, she laughs unsteadily, well aware that every eye is on them three.
“Exactly,” she says, “it’s a family picture.” She worries her bottom lip, no doubt self-conscious about how the guild seems to collectively hold their breath. "
It is.” Happy nods. Natsu nods. The two look at each other before staring expectantly at the blonde mage.
“I’m...” Lucy trails off, also aware that one of the pairs of eyes watching her right now belonged to the youngest Strauss sibling. The one who actually hatched Happy and who spent several years together with him.
“I’m not—I don’t,” Lucy stutters, feeling embarrassment seeping in, and Natsu's smile dims for the slightest bit. He knew Lucy hated it whenever she couldn't find the words to express her feelings—she was a writer, and it pains her whenever she had a hard time stringing words together to convey what she meant.
"It’s a family picture, Lucy!” Another voice chimes in.
Everyone turns to look at Lisanna, the short-haired Strauss sibling smiling merrily at the key-holder mage. “Both mom and dad have to be in the picture!”
Lucy bites her lip, hesitantly taking a step forward. At Lisanna’s encouraging nod, Lucy slowly finds herself beside the dragonslayer with him delicately placing Happy around his neck.
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