#rare item drop ass find

[whatzitoyuh]

new toy new toy new toy new toy new toy new toy

[toji-sweetheart]

we've all seen toji give backshots but what about toji getting backshots???

Mars, I'm grabbing you by your shoulders and looking dead into your eyes, wondering how long you have been inside my head lmaoo been thinking about this hdhd this wasn't supposed to be 1k either lmaoooo

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + explicit smut + anal fingering m! receiving + pegging + strap-on referred to as cock + you get a bit excited

Toji isn't sure how he got into this mess.

Perhaps it was love.

It had to be, Toji thought to himself, it had to be going to a sex shop to find the perfect dildo for his sweet ass as you called it.

"They have all different colors, shapes, sizes, and even alien cocks!" You told him before entering the shop filled to the brim with phallic-shaped items, toys, condoms, lubes, toys, and mannequins dressed in nothing but scraps of fabric that caught Toji's attention.

He wanted to look at the lingerie knowing he'd end up ripping it off you anyway. "How do you know what alien dick looks like darlin'? Don't tell me I have to fight off men out of this world now." He teased.

You knew what he was referring to, a week ago the cashier hastily wrote his number down which Toji used to leave a voicemail of him going down on you with a message at the end. "Don't call my wife."

Hand in hand you led him to the corner which housed the many dildos, and anything else you could stick up any hole you wanted to. "Remember my friend's bachelorette party I went to a bit ago?"

Toji nodded not forgetting that night, it was hard too when he helped you inside and your hand was already down his pants before the both of you even got inside. "Well, we bought her gifts from here for it."

His eyes scanned the plastic boxes that you grabbed to hand off to him. "Some are small, I don't want it to hurt, this is going to be the best orgasm you've ever had, you've been so wound up baby."

Your care for him made his dick twitch as he grabbed the second smallest one they had while you grabbed some lube and a few more items for later use before checking out and heading home.

Once there Toji opted to jump in the shower while you got the bedroom ready, soft music played with candles and a new sheet on that you didn't care if it got messy, while you waited you put the strap-on and sat on the edge of the bed naked with hushed giggles.

A few minutes later your husband emerged from the bathroom dried off and bare naked, his soft cock still hung fat and thick between his powerful thighs. "Let me guess, you want me to suck it?" He teased.

You leaned back to look at him with a smile. "I didn't even think about that, but I'd like to see you sucking my dick." You laughed and crooked your finger making him join in on your laughter.

It was easy and you both felt more than comfortable with each other to open up and try new things to keep your sex life spicy. "I never thought I'd hear you ever say those words." Toji dropped to his knees in front of you like you've done to him many times before.

Your fingers threaded through his hair while you kissed him, reminding each other of the safe word before guiding his parted lips around the silicone toy swirling his tongue around the fake tip.

"Looks like you've been taking notes from a pro." You teased spreading your legs while your palm rested on his head helping him ease further down your cock until he gagged and pulled away.

Using his spit he jerked you off feeling the tips of his ears grow red, a sight to be seen truly as he rarely blushed.

Since there was no pleasure in him sucking you off it didn't last long before you were helping him on the bed where he laid on his back to watch you, lube in hand as you slathered the water-based lubricant over the tight hole while your other hand rubbed his lower back relaxing him. "I got you baby."

Your soft words helped ease him a bit, enough for you to work your pinkie into the first knuckle hearing him gasp and grunt, it was a new experience and he wasn't sure how to feel about it yet.

With another wave of silence, you thrust in and out slowly adding your ring finger that was bare of anything as you didn't want your wedding ring to hurt him. "So good for me Toji, I love you."

His body relaxed more as he turned and buried his head in the pillow knowing how you felt when you told him you felt exposed.

After a few minutes of fingering him, you pulled your fingers out and slid in your middle and pointer digits to help stretch him out a bit more before you lined up the silicone toy up to his small gaped hole.

Toji drew in a shaky breath and looked back at you, his face pinched a little feeling a bit embarrassed but he knew that you loved him more than anything, with a nod of his head you pushed in slowly until you bottomed out.

He let out a low groan having no idea he could feel this full.

Is this what you feel like when he fucks you?

While still buried deep in him you reached down with your clean hand to grasp the base of his cock that throbbed in your palm, he hissed when you began to work your fist up and down in time with your sloppy thrusts from growing excited.

It took a good second for Toji to realize that it was him moaning like that when you hit his prostate over and over again causing a dizzying pleasure to fill his head like a fog, your name coming out in ragged moans and pants as his hands moved to cup your breasts.

You fucked him with slow and deep strokes while jerking him off watching him fall to pieces on the mattress, his thumbs brushed against your nipple making you jerk and go deeper ripping his orgasm out of him, spurts of thick white cum splattered on your hand and his abs as you both tried to catch your breaths.

Toji swore he could see stars still shining in his eyes even as they closed while you slowly pulled out and waited a few seconds before cleaning up quickly and grabbing a warm wet rag to clean him.

"You did amazing, how do you feel?" You praised him in a soft voice when the both of you were cleaned up and snuggled together.

His soft snores were your only answer.

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[theroyalyandere]

yandere prince trying to denied the fact that he was abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with female servant reader. this man is in his denial stages. he's always shouting at the female servant reader that she was just a peasant and he was a god (we all know he is fuckng delusional but since its a yandere well then its not so suprising.) and the peak is when at one time the prince caughting the female servant reader being too close to the other prince who was visiting his palace. so when he caught up the female servant his jealousness began to rise as much as the rage he's feeling and he immediately pulled her away from the other prince, and then he bring her to his fancy chamber and yk, they fuck while the prince say "fuck i'm.. i'm so fucking in love, fuck.. you're mine now, yeah, yeah you're mine." and the female servant reader is only muttered "no" and "please" repeatedly. please make this noncon, the darker the fics, the better.

yandere!prince x female servant!reader smut 18+

cw: reader has a vagina, delusional yandere, noncon, obsession, jealousy, toxic relationships, male masturbation, humiliation, dacryphilia, drowning, punishments, spanking, groping, power imbalance, cucking (oops), a little god complex maybe???, mentions of children/pregnancy, slapping.

a/n: I put so many warnings please tell me if I missed something. Also I added more elements in this if you don't mind!

you've been working for a while as a servant to the royals and most of the time you attend to the prince because of his request

you do not know why he chose you out of all people he's the one who chose you yet you find yourself always receiving his anger and him shouting at you

the prince loves to humiliate you in front of everyone and you chose to bear it instead of losing your head if you ever snapped

he would often spill his drink on purpose, asking you to lick the liquid on the floor where everyone will see

he would also give you the most complicated tasks leaving you exhausted by the time you complete each you do not know why he torments you this much but he does it out of love, he thinks he loves seeing you on your knees, that desperate look on your face, the way your face falls when he insults you, he thinks you look so pretty and pathetic

he wants to lock you in a dungeon where only him has access to

he would often sneak to your quarters where sometimes you cry out of frustration

he gets hard at the sight of your tear stricken face, he would often close his eyes and masturbate to the thought of you crying underneath him it never fails to make him cum every single time

he tells himself he is not attracted to you yet his territorial nature over you says otherwise

he despises it even if you're a second late after he asked for you

the prince is the one who often delivers punishments when you fail to do something or displease him in any other way (which is all the time)he would bend you over and spank your ass until it's all swollen and your eyes filled with tears, groping you in the process after your punishment you always end up sobbing making his heart flutter with the way you look at him with those doe eyes

the prince can't help himself but be soft on you which can be rare however when he softly kisses your tears away it always leaves you confused then he would later shift back to his cruel self

his torment would continue until..he dragged you away to accompany him to walk beside the pond, he purposely dropped an item of his onto the water and ordered you to get it for him

you reluctantly lean down to the pond to reach for the object then suddenly you were pushed into the water

you watched as everything became a blur the prince looking down at you, just watching you struggle

you flail your arms and try to swim with your might

you keep shouting for help but no one could her you nor help you

as you start losing consciousness, you hear another splash before you faint from exhaustion

you wake up on a bed with people surrounding you, your vision blurry and a head that felt like cotton

you groan out from the aches and pain in your body

you blink to see who was arguing right infront of you

as your vision clears up, you see the prince arguing with someone unfamiliar.

the other person scans your condition and his eyes land on yours

he immediately walks closer towards you despite the prince's protests

he introduces himself as the prince of the neighboring kingdom

he treats you gently like a fragile glass and asks how you were

too lost into his kindness, you fail to acknowledge your prince's presence

you continued to respond to the questions thrown your way while the possessive prince walked out

for the times you were recovering, the kind and gentle prince kept visiting you. always having a bouquet of flowers or food in hand for you.

you slowly became closer to him as he extended his stay to get you even more as his new friend.

you introduce him to a bunch of stuff that doesn't exist yet at his kingdom.

your attention and time preoccupied by the kind hearted prince. you feel at peace, almost living a fairytale life.

meanwhile, everyone else is walking around egg shells when your possessive prince crosses their way

his tantrums got even worse as he watches you go on a date with the foreign prince.

he tried a different bunch of ways to sabotage the other but he always failed.

as he sees how your face glows with happiness he slowly comes to a conclusion that he loves you, after so many times denying it and now he admits how much he wants to touch you, kiss you, and make you his.

he remembered that all he wanted was you and seeing you so happy with another is making his dark intentions come out to light.

he's supposed to be the only one you treat with respect, you should be looking at him and only him. he should be the one you're worshipping and he's about to make you pay.

later that day, after you were escorted by the prince you've come to acquainted with gently kissed your hand before you enter your chambers.

you turn around with a soft smile on your face as you reflect on the events that happened.

you let out a gasp as you see who's sitting at the foot of your bed.

he smiles menacingly as you get stuck in place while he walks towards you.

your knees trembling from fear seeing how dark his eyes look.

you let out a whimper as he corners you and he presses a handkerchief to your face before you fall unconscious.

you wake up tied to his bed in the grand chamber.

you look across you and see your beloved prince tied on a chair with a gag on his mouth, protesting to set him free.

your eyes tear up at his predicament, as you look to the side the possessive prince, the one you despise the most walk over you like a vulture about to gobble up his prey.

you shout profanities at him and ask him to let you go.

it turns him on seeing the flame in your eyes.

he only let's out a dark laugh.

"you think you can live without me? running away with your prince like a happily ever after. but that's alright I'm here to make you realize that you belong to me."

he crawls over you as you try to kick him but the chains restrain you, he gropes your legs, thighs, stomach, then your chest.

burying his face into your breasts as he looks up at you.

"I can't wait to claim you with my child in your womb."

you cry and shout to get away from you but he only kisses and marks you roughly while the one you love watches you get ravaged by the other.

tears stream down your face as he licks your cheek.

he rips your clothes leaving you naked.

the prince forces your legs open before taking out his hard member.

he pulls you towards him as you try to get away but he was too strong.

he looks behind him and rub his cock against your swollen pussy.

"watch as I take her, maybe that should teach you not to touch what's not yours."

with that, he thrusts into your cunny with a groan while you let out a wail of pain

he doesn't let you adjust as he grabs your throat pinning you down onto the bed brutally fucking you.

"No- p-please!! stop!"

tears cloud your vision as your breath lessens from the way he's squeezing your air pipe.

you slowly stop thrashing as you grow tired and come to accept your fate.

you keep crying as he takes you by force.

he slaps your cheek noticing how you seem to lose focus.

"You're all mine you hear me? I love you so fucking much, can't you see that?"

he mushes your lips together and kisses you hungrily.

the prince changes your position so you can see your beloved's reaction at your defilement.

he watches you wide eyed, tears also streaming down his face as he helplessly watches you.

the one ramming behind you pulls you close to him with your back against his chest.

"No one can take you away from me now, you're mine forever."

[azzo0]

Pickpocket

Summary: You've successfully managed to pickpocket a fortune. While you're fantasising about the things you could do with so much money, you're dragged away by the royal guards to face the wrath of Prince Katsuki.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

A/N: I wanted to complete the story within this chapter, but it got too long. See you in the next chapter!

Part 1; Part 3

You opened the coin bag you had pickpocketed from the mysteriously covered stranger, your jaw dropping to the floor when you saw it was filled to the brim with gold coins. It looked like you had just stolen someone's life savings.

Your parents and siblings knew that apart from the hunts you went on and did not make much from, you often went out to pickpocket, something you often got scoldings for. But the few extra silvers that you managed to get lightened the weight on your parents' shoulders to some extent. It was usually just a few coppers and silvers you stole. How were you going to explain this fortune you pickpocketed? 

While you were in the middle of counting the coins, your youngest brother decided to come into your room, gaping at the gold on your desk, "Y/n, what is that?! Did you just hunt a super rare creature or something?"

"You know the only thing available in these forests is rabbits and birds or deer if we're lucky," a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, "I pickpocketed this."

"You're unbelievable," He shook his head, picking up a coin, which you snatched, "With that much gold, we'll be able to eat three times a day, buy a horse and a carriage, new clothes and a whole castle!"

You smiled at the youngest. It wasn't enough to tend to all his dreams, but it still made you happy knowing you could at least feed your family and get a few needed household items. However, your fantasies were short-lived when you heard a series of heavy knocks on the front door.

"I'll go see who it is." You went to see who it was to find your father had already answered the door. You froze when you saw five hulking royal guards talking to your father. You didn't need to step forward and talk to them to know this was about you.

Who was the person you pickpocketed? Perhaps a noble or someone close to the royal family? Sweat rolled down your neck when one of the guards caught your eye. He matched in past your father, squinting at your face, "Oi, she's the one we're looking for!"

"Me? What could I have possibly done?" You innocently batted your eyelashes. 

"Don't pretend like you don't know why. You stole from the prince." The guard spat. 

"Y/n? Is this true?" Your father asked. Your face drained of colour. That person you stole from was the prince? You even insulted him! God, you were in a shit ton of trouble. 

"I found the coins!" One of the guards exclaimed from behind you, coming out of your room with your brother, hitting the guards back with closed fists to give the money back. 

"Stay off, brat. This is not yours. It belongs to the royal family." The guard kicked your brother in the gut, sending him flying away. You growled at him, pouncing at him with a fist ready.

"Don't you dare touch him!" You yelled, swinging your fist at his face. Before the punch could land, another guard kicked you in the side, sending you crashing into a wall. 

"Now you're in trouble not only for stealing but also for trying to harm a royal guard," One of the guards took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet, "Prince Katsuki will see to you personally."

"Like I give a rat's ass!" You spat, thrashing as the guard held your hands behind you. Another guard tried getting your legs to stop flailing but got his jaw bruised instead. Your family was huddled together in a corner, timidly watching you try to pry away from the guards. 

"Get off me!" You yelled as you got dragged away and got tied onto a horse with your mouth and hands tied so the guards wouldn't have to listen to your constant yelling and complaints. 

Once at the ginormous castle, two guards held you by your arms, dragging you inside. You shuddered when you felt the cold from the marble floor travel up your spine. You must've lost your shoes when the guards yanked you around. 

"Mind your manners when in the presence of the prince." One of the guards said, his fingers digging into the flesh of your arms. You shot him a glare, trying to free your arm from his grip. What was the point of bruising your arms when your hands were already tied behind you? 

The doors to the throne hall were opened, and the guards dragged you inside, forcing you to your knees so you were bowing low. When they let your head lift from the floor, you dared to look up. 

There he was, Prince Katsuki, sitting on the prince's chair beside the King's and Queen's throne, blood-red eyes mindlessly boring into you. All that you heard about the prince was true-- stunning crimson eyes, spiky ash-blonde hair, and flawless skin. Behind his lethal beauty was evident rage and fury.

Bakugo could see your gaze wavering between the floor and him as you tried to keep that sassy and brave front. Your hair was in a mess, and your clothes were dirty from being pushed and kicked around. He told his guards not to use force, and here you were, looking like you fell into a wrestling pit. The guards standing behind you didn't look any better, with scratches and bruises on their faces. 

"Your Royal Highness," One of the guards behind you said, "This woman not only stole from you but also put up a fight with us."

"Care to explain?" Bakugo rasped.

"Your guard kicked my ten-year-old brother in the stomach. Was I supposed to stand and watch?" You snarled at the prince, your teeth bared. Bakugo's eyes shifted to the guards, demanding an answer. 

"Y-Your Highness, the child was clinging to my back and-"

"So you kicked him." Bakugo cut him off, standing up and coming down the steps that lead to the thrones, stopping in front of you, "Get out, all of you. I'll deal with you later."

"But, Your High-"

"Now."

You gulped once the guards were gone, and although you hated them, you wished they'd stay since being alone with the prince made you feel like you were going to get slaughtered like a lamb. You held his gaze from your position on the floor, not letting your fear slip through your eyes. 

"Stand." He ordered.

"Are one-word sentences all you know to speak, princeling?" You smiled at him with sickly sweet poison. "I really like it on the floor. It's comfortable."

You let out a gasp when he suddenly pulled you to your feet, the fabric of your shirt balled in his fist, his maroon eyes dangerously close, "Watch who you're talkin' to, sweetheart," he growled, his voice reverberating in his chest, "I could throw you in prison forever, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Must be fun being a spoiled prince, eh." Bakugo looked down at your devilish grin. Weren't you afraid of him one bit? Prison was the place every little thief like you went to, but something about you stirred amusement and another mysterious feeling deep within him. It wasn't every day he got to see a brat like you roast a prince right at his face and take on five guards at once.

"Besides," you went on. "I'm going to go to prison anyway. I might as well strut in there with a show." 

"You have some nerve speaking to me like that," He scowled, letting your shirt go, "You ain't going to prison." 

"Huh?" 

"Yer servin' three months at the castle." He said. "And if I find you snooping around and stealing, I'm chopping your ugly fingers off." 

"I'm not scrubbing your dishes and sweeping your damn floors." You scoffed. "Throw me in prison instead."

"Does that pretty little mouth of yours ever shut up, or does it have a fucking answer to everything?" Bakugo glared at you. You had some guts rejecting his orders like he was some commoner you'd known all your life. 

"I'm not working at the castle, and that's final." You said firmly. 

A hint of fear flashed in your eyes when Bakugo bared his teeth at you, approaching you with slow strides. You kept backing away until your back was pressed into the doors behind you, your chest tightening when you saw his hand rest on the hilt of the sword dangling from his side. 

He lowered his head to your level, roughly grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. When you tried to shift to the side, he put an elbow on the door, trapping you. Looking into his deep red eyes, you felt your heartbeat quicken, knots forming in your stomach. 

"I'm the one who decides what your punishment is. Do not forget that," he purred into your ear. You almost shivered. His voice was supposed to be scaring you, not making your heart race, "Either you work here for three months or get your hands cut off."

He pulled away, smirking down at you satisfyingly. He could tell you were flustered as you glared daggers at him, "Am I clear?"

Your gaze shifted down to the floor, "Yes."

He called for the servants to take you to the servant quarters and get the filth cleaned off you. You sat in an unnecessarily big tub filled with warm water as the other servants scrubbed your body raw. You blankly let them, still trying to process what on earth had just happened. After your bath, you were forced into a night suit that would have been considered low quality for the royals and nobles, but it was more expensive than anything you ever owned. 

"What kind of punishment is this?" You muttered, lying on the comfortable bed in your new room. 

It was a very big punishment.

It all started going down from the moment you woke up. The head maid scolded you for not waking up early enough and rushed you into the kitchen, where you got yelled at by the chef for not washing the dishes quickly enough.

"What are you even good at?!" He yelled, pushing you aside when you somehow managed to burn the stew he made. All you were supposed to do was stand and watch it.

"I'm good at hunting." You mumbled.

"Too bad you're not here for hunting," He gave you a sour look as he diced up the ingredients to remake the stew. 

After the dishes were done, you were handed a mop and a bucket to sweep the great hall. You took a deep breath, stepping into the thankfully empty great hall. It was just mopping the floor. You wouldn't mess this up, right?

As you mopped the floor, you tried convincing yourself this was better than rotting in the prison for who knows how long. You just wanted to go back to bed and let your poor back rest, but it was still only the afternoon. Sighing, you stepped towards the water bucket to dip the mop inside, accidentally knocking the bucket in the process. You deadpanned, tears forming in your eyes. This castle brought nothing but bad luck. 

You cringed when the soapy water soaked into the long red carpet that led up to the King's and Queen's thrones. You turned around in horror when you heard the doors to the great hall open, slipping and falling to your ass. The fact that it was the prince that opened the doors only made things worse. 

"Are you okay there?" A red-haired man asked, stepping forward. 

"M' fine." You mumbled, slipping down again when you tried standing again. 

"Looks like someone's having a great time," The prince snickered. If he wasn't a prince you'd have slapped him in the face to wipe away that mean smirk. You scowled at him, stopping when you saw a hand in front of your face. It was the red-haired man looking down at you with a warm grin. You noticed he had interesting sharp teeth. You put your hand in his, letting him hoist you up.

He inspected your face for a second and then looked at Bakugo, raising an eyebrow. You were the very same girl Kirishima saw bump into Bakugo yesterday. He was sure Bakugo said that you were a pickpocket, then what were you doing here in the servant's attire?

"Go get someone else to clean it since you clearly can't," Bakugo ordered. You clenched your jaw at him, grabbing a fistful of your dress. Why did he have to be so mean and harsh with his words? You would have loved to hit his head with the mop but knew better than to give in to your intrusive thoughts. You stormed past him and got some rags to clean up the mess you made.

Once Kirishima was sure you were out of earshot, he turned to Bakugo, "Why is she here, prince?" 

"Serving three months in the castle for stealing, hurting five guards and being a brat," Bakugo replied in a matter-of-fact tone. 

"Couldn't you have put her to prison instead?"

"Tch, are you trying to tell me what to do?" 

"No, my prince." 

Bakugo sighed, turning his back to Kirishima, eyes plastered to the floor, "Her family has been struggling with basic necessities," he said after a moment of silence. "I learnt that her father had a fabric business before the war started, but his shop burnt down during the war. He hasn't been working ever since."

Kirishima blinked at Bakugo, baffled he had delved so deep into someone's background. "A lot of people are still suffering even though it's been years." He said.

"Yeah," Bakugo agreed. "She lives in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, too, now."

"Is there something that can be done to help?" Kirishima asked.

"I've already done what I could." Bakugo grunted, "They ain't gotta worry about rations. I talked to Father about it, and he agreed to send monthly rations to the entire neighbourhood."

"That's nice," Kirishima smiled. He had a feeling you not only stole Bakugo's money at the weekend market yesterday but also accidentally stole his heart.

Tags: @colouringfrogssittinginleaves @zaiban2989

[cameronspecial]

OMG I HAVE THIS REQUEST FOR RAFE AND I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT AHHH SO ITS BASED OFF THIS https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6FWFacvwzk/?igsh=MTBhNGhjbzA2M2w1Mg== and like maybe you can do it like there coming home from the beach cause it started raining like HEAVY and yk that happens in the video and Rafe grabs her and like protects right when they fall making sure your ok and everything THANKSSSS ID LOVE TO READ ITTT 💗💗🫶🏼🫶🏼

Until My Dying Breath

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Motorcycle Accident

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.4K

Masterlist

Although it is October and the weather is a little cold, Y/N still loves going to the beach. The cool breezes mean that it is rarely populated, making it the perfect place to have a picnic if the weather is good. The sand disperses with each of her steps and she comes to a stop once she finds the perfect spot for their picnic. She drops the cooler backpack onto the blanket Rafe set down and sheds the special motorcycle jacket he ordered for her to keep her safe while they ride. It matches the one he bought himself. He places their helmets beside the bad, his mouth forming a line as he spots the gray clouds rolling in. She doesn’t seem to notice, which he hopes will continue. The weather network said it was likely to rain and he kept it a secret because he was optimistic the experts were incorrect. He knows how much she looks forward to their beach trips. 

The universe seems to have a different idea. The drops first came sporadically. “It’s not that bad. If we keep the food in the cooler and only take out what we eat, we can still have our picnic,” he suggests, kneeling down to take out some food. The clouds seem to want to kick him in the ass because, at that moment, the rain begins its heavy fall. The couple gather their items and run to his bike. He can see her disappointment while they do so. 

“Should we really be on the road while it’s raining this much?” she meekly asks. With his helmet already on his head, he looks up at the sky and calculates in his head the risks. If it were only him and this was before they started dating, Rafe absolutely would’ve still ridden; however, the addition of his precision cargo makes him remove the idea from his mind. “No, you’re right. That would be dangerous,” he concludes. His head swings from side to side in search of somewhere to lay low while they wait out the rain. He spots the awning of a closed coffee shop on the street. His fingers lace with hers and he drags her under it with him. “What should we do while we wait?” she questions. He grins at her from under his helmet, quickly removing it to bring his mouth near hers. “I can think of a few things.” 

———

As soon as the rain dwindled, the pair hopped on his bike and began to make their way home. Yet, it seems Mother Nature isn’t done with her storm because, during their ride, the heavy rain starts again. Rafe is about to pull to the side of the road when the tires lose traction, causing the vehicle to slip to its side. At that moment, the first time Rafe met Y/N’s parents flashes before his eyes. 

———

“I see you have a motorcycle,” Mr. Y/L/N noticed while they both stood at the open front door. They were waiting for Mrs. Y/L/N and Y/N to return from upstairs; Y/N was getting something from her mother. Rafe nodded, “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t normally polite to adults, but he loved Y/N and he would do anything to make her parents like him. Mr. Y/L/N rubbed his chin with a small bob of his head. “And I’m guessing since you brought Y/N/N here that she tends to ride with you.” 

“Yes, she does, Sir.”

“Those things are pretty dangerous. If something happens, will you protect my daughter?” 

“Until my dying breath, Sir.”

———

Now, brought back to reality, Rafe searches for Y/N through the rain. Her skidding across the road matches his momentum and the only thing he can think of is how to protect her. She is just out of reach, so he extends his hand out, wraps it around her upper arm and pulls her into his chest. The slippery road eases this process. Her back is flushed against his front and he wedges his head under her helmet so it doesn’t scrap against the road. He tries his best to lessen her contact points against the floor, not stopping the movement of their fall. In his mind, he’d rather keep going with him protecting her body than possibly hurting her by halting. In an instant, the sound of leather and helmet grinding against the cement ends and is replaced by the patter of the water. He pants and moans. The lack of adrenaline makes him aware of the growing ache on his left side. He ignores it and immediately pulls his attention to Y/N. 

“I’m okay. Are you okay? Don’t move, Sunshine. Okay, wait until the ambulance gets here. Don’t move.” 

He is thankful they were thrown onto the side of the road, so they aren’t at risk of cars running them over. He goes against his own advice and reaches into his pocket for his phone. He gives his information to dispatch, leaving his phone on the side. He feels her trying to look back towards him and doesn’t let her. “Are you hurt, Rafe? I want to see you,” she worries. The worry in his voice kills him, except he knows it is important to stay still with their helmets on until medical professionals can assess their condition. He does the only thing he can think of to provide her more comfort. He pulls her as close to him as humanly possible. “I’m not hurt. It’s okay. Just stay still and keep your helmet on. Let the paramedics check us for brain or spinal injuries first. They’re on their way, Sunshine. I promise,” he reassures. He tries to hide his pain from his voice, especially when he hears her sniffles through her helmet. “I’m scared, Rafe. I’m scared,” she cries, her breath catching on her words. 

A hand claws at his heart and tears it to shreds. He shouldn’t do it, but her doesn’t care. He rests his helmet on hers. “I know, Sunshine. I’m here. Everything is going to be okay. It’s going to be okay,” he mumbles to her. She can barely hear him through the rain and still, she can understand him. 

Minutes later, they can both hear the approaching sirens. Flashes of blue and red pierce through the gray scenery. “EMS, we are here to help,” the approaching figure informs. The female kneels behind Rafe and he can feel her trying to pry him away from Y/N to take a look at him. “No. No. Look at her first. Check her first,” he insists. The female shakes her head, “My colleague is just behind me and she is going to check on her. I promise. But right now, you seem to be the one, who took the brunt of the accident.” This has Y/N whipping around to face him. “Is he hurt? How serious is it?” she anguishes. The EMS person is by her side already and turns her back onto her side. “I’m sorry, Mrs. But I need you to stay still while I check on you. I promise that my colleague is the best at her job and she will do everything in her power to help him out,” the blonde consoles. 

The blonde and brunette assess the couple and once they are satisfied that they aren’t in critical condition, they get them on gurneys to be further evaluated at the hospital. Before they are loaded into the vehicle, Rafe stops the paramedic. “I need to see. Please, just to make sure she is okay. She was so scared,” he pleads. The paramedic nods and wheels him over to her. Her eyes fall on him and she spies the manner in which his left side is bandaged. His clothes on that side are cut open to reveal the material wrapped around his limbs that is tinted pink. Panic sparkles in her eyes. “You’re hurt. Why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches for her and places his hand into hers. “Because it would’ve worried you. I’m alive though and the paramedics are sure it isn’t serious. What did they say about you? Is everything good? Do you want me to ride with you to the hospital?” Y/N has to giggle at the way he always shows concern for her, even when he is the one with cuts all over his left side. “I’m okay. They are taking me to the hospital to double-check. But as of right now, I’m not presenting any serious symptoms,” she informs him and thinks over the events that transpired. “You protected me from most of the impact. Why?” He looks at her in shock, “Because, Sunshine, I would give my last breath if I knew you would be safe. That’s how much I love you.”

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[hanasnx]

Waaaaitttt I saw the Hayden suggestions and I’ve unashamedly thought about the very top one many many times cause I’m embarrassingly craving that y/n moment and I’ve gone to a decent amount of cons and met a fair amount of celebs I’ve debated about using one of the pheromone perfumes to meet Hayden. But like yess he sees you during the photo op and he’s instantly drawn to you. He doesn’t pay much attention to that thought cause he’s got a long line to get through and photo ops are fast paced but then when you go up to get your autograph that’s when he can sneakily make a move. When you get an autograph the handlers write your name for the celeb on a sticky note and usually the celeb doesn’t take it off so like I’m thinking he quickly scribbles his number on it and you’re so star struck you don’t notice it until you’re away from his table..but that’s how you end up in his hotel room that night with your legs up over your head.

-Bimbo Baggins

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i gatekept this message it was so good

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN tries to stay in his lane. Over the years he's gotten exceptionally good at minding his business, minding his manners, and staying out of trouble. Mixing business with pleasure is a very steep cliff, one he rarely dares to approach. However, you had caught his eye in a way that hadn't occurred in a very long time. To give everyone fair treatment during these photo ops, his attention is solely on them during, and he did not mind at all holding your gaze when you shook his hand politely. Habitually, when you'd leaned over in front of him to give one of the attendants something he didn't care to look at, he snuck a generous glance at your ass. As soon as you stepped back to stand next to him for the picture, he accommodated you, moving aside so you could tuck under his arm, and scolded himself for giving in to the temptation.

"Can we do a sort of Anidala-wedding scene pose?" you had asked with such hope, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. He took too long to answer.

"Of course." He nodded as soon as he got a hold of himself. "Can you show me what you mean?"

Gently, you directed him, handling his broad shoulders to turn him towards you so you could look deeply into his eyes for the picture. For one second, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Next thing he knew, the picture flashed and you were saying your thank yous and goodbyes. A seed of disappointment grew in his chest, but he moved on.

Only to find himself eager sitting in his seat at the sight of you in the autograph line. A grin spreads on his features as you approach his booth.

"Hi again." you exhale, beaming.

"Good to see you." Hayden replies, pointing out the obvious humor of coming across you twice in a row. He's thankful, scribbling his signature onto the picture frame you'd bought earlier right after your photo op with him. A split second decision is made and it gives him no time to second-guess it when he's adding his number to the sticky note. It's his WhatsApp, just to stay safe, but you don't get time to even look at it, your attention solely on him when you thank him again. He nods at you, and watches you walk away. Once more, his eyes flash to your behind and how it sways in your little cosplay outfit.

It's not always about instant attraction for him, he has to get to know the person to know if he truly likes them, but there's something about you that draws him in. He wants to get to know you, even if he might be compromising his privacy. The ball is in your court, all he has to do is wait for you to notice the gift he left on your sticky note.

"What's that?" your friend asks, pointing to your picture frame in your hand. You grin widely at them.

"Hayden Christensen signed my picture with him— Look!" you exclaim, raising the item into view only to see what your friend was actually referring to. Your expression drops at the sight of ten numbers in a recognizable pattern. A phone number. You face away from your friend in an instant, keeping it to yourself and shielding it with your body. "No way. No fucking way—"

"Is that a phone number? Lemme see—!"

You pinch your shoulder, jerking it away from their touch as you ogle at the sticky note. "There's no way..." It's a dream, it's a fantasy, you're going to wake up any second and then have to get ready to go to con to meet Hayden Christensen for the first time.

"Relax! It's probably the staff member that wrote your name on the sticky note!" your friend reasons, poking their head around your neck and through your hair to sneak a peek. "'Sides, he's like a thousand years old."

"Be quiet for a second, lemme think." you say as you stride away and out of the exit area, scanning your surroundings for a place to chill out and sit.

"If you're that bothered, we should test it! C'mon."

"Okay, okay. Let me find service I have to download an app."

You don't even know how it happened, all of it was a blur. One moment you were texting to verify the number was who you thought it was and ignored your gut feeling when you were texted back two simple words: "Call me."

With all the power within you, you tried to remain as calm as possible while on the phone with him. Constantly, you reminded yourself that "He's just some guy." So you could fathom having a real conversation with him. It turned into him inviting you out, somewhere respectful and secluded to talk after his panel, snowballed into visiting his hotel bar, and then up to his room to sit on his balcony.

"You mind if a smoke?" he'd asked. You shook your head. And it was the first time you'd tried a cigarette. The end still wet from his lips around it, and he cupped his big hands around the mouth of it so he could light it for you.

It must've been the alcohol, or the long day, but when you'd kissed him you were sure you were possessed. His lips were soft like silk, warm and plump, and he slid his hand behind your neck to make sure you couldn't run away. Tongues coated in nicotine curled against one another, experimenting as if afraid to turn the other one away.

Taller than you, you had to crane your neck, but he held you so carefully. Gentler still even when he draw you away while your lips were still pouted and pliantly awaiting his return. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I don't know what came over me." he exhaled, releasing you. But you didn't listen, clutching onto collar of his jacket to draw him right back in.

"Oh, right there. Right there!" you plea, clawing at the hotel pillows above your head as Hayden rolls his hips into you. Big hands tuck into the crooks of your knees, folding your legs over you to hit that spongy spot inside you. Cunt up to the sky, he's slamming into you like he's done it before, a sheen of sweat to his forehead. "That's so fucking good, Hayden," you draw out the words in a sultry whine, and for one second you can't believe that you get to say those words right now. Quickly drawn back in to the moment as soon as he bottoms out for the umpteenth time, screwing your fanatic brains out.

"You feelin' good? Yeah?" he exhales, and his tongue forms over his upper lip as he splays a hand under your ass. It feels so big on you as it lifts your hips up into his thrusts. "Keep those legs up for me." You do as you're told, replacing his touch on your thighs to make sure, and you overlay one of his hands. A strangely intimate and endearing detail he takes to heart, watching your little fingers grab at his in the crook of your knee while he's yanking your cunt up by your asscheek.

"Please don't stop, please!" You want to stay here all night, all next day, forever. You want to live in this little bubble.

In a way, he helps you to achieve that by giving you his real number when it's time to leave his hotel room, and makes you promise to take his call whenever he's in the area again.

[pinkberrytea]

Kinky NSFW Alphabet: Mavka & Astarion

Eeee ty ty for the tag @nyx-knox! 🙌❣️✨ This made me realize I rarely ever talk about Mav and Astarion as a couple, I should do that more often 😭

Kinky NSFW Alphabet

Keeping it under the cut since this is a spicy one, so tagging folks first ✨ @zekeen, @bananasfosterparent, @honeybee-bard, @kalmiaphlox, @inkymoonbunny, @judasiskariot and @preciouslittle-bhaalbabe!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mav is cuddly. She will immediately snuggle up to his chest and wrap her tail around his leg, almost as if seeking reassurance that she’s been good, that he won’t leave her. Astarion typically isn’t, but with her, it’s different—while he finds it strange, having someone else crave affection from him so badly (beyond just sex, no less), indulging her makes him feel almost powerful, like he is needed, wanted, so he will press his lips to her forehead and run his fingers through her hair until she falls asleep, and in the morning, clean her up if they’ve made too bad of a mess.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m an Astarion is an ass man truther, so he definitely has a thing for hers. Also her tail—he thinks it’s adorable how she will unconsciously perk it up whenever he's around, like a good little pup. As for Mav, she loves his hair, how soft and fluffy it is, but it’s his lips and fangs that always get her weak in the knees, especially when he flashes her that wicked smile of his.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Inside, for both. Astarion loves marking her as his, stuffing her full and letting her fluttering walls milk him to the last drop. Mav, too, yearns to be filled with him and his seed, as only then can she truly feel whole, safe, so he will usually only pull out come morning.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Astarion will sometimes steal Mav’s clothing items—often her underwear, but anything with her blood on it will do—so he can jerk off to them later. She’s aware of this, and doesn’t mind at all, though he’s still under the impression she doesn’t know.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Both are very similar in that they do have experience, only this is their first time with a partner they love and who loves them back. For Mav specifically, she had never been with another fully consensually before Astarion. Laying with someone who is desperate to pleasure them back is a new and scary thing for both, and it can be in equal measure healing and even more damaging, at times. But they're working through it, together.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, for both. Feeling him pin her down under his body weight and shield her from the world around them is comforting for Mav. She craves the intimacy of it, and Astarion is more than happy to be entrusted with that control, to look into her eyes as they kiss and take in her image as she comes for him, cheeks flushed and his name on her lips.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

They aren't exactly goofy, but Astarion does tease Mav a lot. He loves watching her writhe and squirm, whine, moan, make all the cute noises, so edging and overstimulation are very typical for them.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Neither have body hair, Astarion in virtue of being an elf, and in Mav’s case, likely due to her origins—or maybe she's just like that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Mav tends to get emotional, and it's not uncommon for her to cry during sex. Astarion teases her about a lot of things, but not about this, since any sexual act is usually just as emotionally charged for him. Drying her tears is, in a way, like drying his own. How intense it gets varies a lot though, but even during a lighthearted quickie they both become enraptured in their own little world, where there's just the two of them, and nothing can hurt neither him nor her ever again.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

During the events of the game, starting in Act 2 while they're still abstaining, Astarion makes a habit of jerking off every night while feeding on Mav. Sometimes she's awake for it, sometimes she isn't, but either way she doesn't mind. Mav rarely ever touches herself if he's not present, since Astarion is very adamant about wanting to participate, and he gets pouty whenever she comes without him being there to witness, which he's able to tell by her scent.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh, Astarion 100% has a choking kink—he takes great pleasure in squeezing Mav's neck and watching her gag, even better if she is tied up or blindfolded. Similarly, she loves surrendering control over her body to him. Needless to say, both also have a bloodplay kink, so him biting her is almost a given whenever they do anything sexual.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Neither have much of a preference, but Mav does enjoy curling up anywhere with his scent, especially if she knows he won't be there when she wakes up—so basically, their own bed, or during the events of the game, his tent.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

For Astarion, there is no greater turn-on than seeing Mav act all shy and bashful, ears and cheeks glowing a bright red and sweet little whines falling from her lips. He will immediately pounce and ravage her whenever he works her up to that point—which he can very easily do by either teasing or praising her, or maybe a mix of both. Also, again, drinking from her will inevitably cause him to pop a boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

They aren’t necessarily averse to it, but neither are very keen on her topping. Sometimes if feeling a little more adventurous they may decide to switch things up a bit, and Astarion does enjoy seeing Mav struggle to take the lead (especially if she’s riding him, with the added bonus that he gets to watch her tits bounce and her body get all sweaty and flushed), but even then, nothing that involves him getting restrained (much less humiliated) in any way. Also, bringing other people into their intimacy is something they're similarly not very enthusiastic about, Astarion in particular since he’s very possessive of her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They both have a preference for giving—Astarion because he thinks it’s adorable how she will squirm and moan with each flick of his tongue, and also because he loves tasting her, whereas Mav finds nothing more pleasurable than making him feel good. Skill-level wise, Astarion’s is higher due to him having hundreds of years of experience, although Mav’s clumsiness is both endearing and arousing for him, especially since she’s always so eager.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Astarion tends to like it rough, Mav prefers a more sensual pace, so they try to meet each other halfway, starting slow and intentional and then becoming more animalistic towards the end. Although this of course varies according to context—a quickie will usually be rough all the way, and more emotional sex, gentler and softer.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They have quickies fairly often just because Astarion has such a high sex drive and there’s only so many hours in a day, but both prefer taking their time with it if possible, so they may enjoy exploring each other’s body to the fullest.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Both are fairly adventurous, especially Astarion. While Mav won’t typically make suggestions, she is always willing to try whenever he proposes something new. He is having fun exploring his newfound sexual freedom, focusing on his own pleasure instead of his partner’s, and she has no qualms whatsoever about not always being his priority in bed.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Astarion’s is much, much higher, but Mav does her best to keep up with him (especially since after a particularly rough session she knows that once they’re finished he will cradle her in his arms, stroke her hair and call her a good girl—no better motivation than that!). Mav also doesn’t last very long, at all, which he always teases her about.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Other than restraints and blindfolds, not really.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Astarion is a relentless tease, and Mav, his helpless victim. Squeezing her bum or stroking her cunt in public, whispering obscenities in her ears, pushing his hips against her own to let her feel his hardness, pointing out how wet she already is for him; all highly effective methods he will shamelessly use to make her putty in his hands.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion isn’t very loud, especially once he stops performing during sex. That’s not to say he doesn’t moan, but it’s typically low grunts that will slip from his pretty lips with every thrust, only really audible when he has his mouth close to her ears. Mav, on the other hand, does make quite a bit of noise, which he will enthusiastically coax out of her by suddenly pinching a nipple or playing with her clit while she’s still recovering from an orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Pulling Mav to him by the tail is endlessly amusing to Astarion because the base of it is highly sensitive and vascularized, so nine times out of ten, she will let out the cutest yelp and become wet for him on the spot. He does this way too often, and it always works like a charm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We're all aware our boy is well endowed and has pecs for days, so honestly, good for Mav—although she herself was created specifically to be sexually enticing, if her round bum and perky tits are anything to go by, so good for Astarion, too!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion's is again much higher than Mav's—he is the one who tends to initiate most sexual interactions, but she is always receptive to him, especially since he knows exactly what gets her going (usually a balanced mix of praise and teasing, as mentioned above).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mav will fall asleep almost instantly once they’re done—she’s not typically a fast sleeper, insomnia being usually preferable to the nightmares that plague her every night, but when in his arms, cock drunk and safe, she will allow herself the rest. Astarion also struggles to trance for similar reasons, but unlike her, he doesn’t need to, so instead he’ll just watch her, memorize every detail of her face, from the cute little freckles on her nose to the way her long lashes cast a shadow over her cheeks.

[silent-sanctum]

If you can, you do Jotaro x reader where the reader (gender neutral) is a very famous music celebrity and how Jotaro handles the being with someone who is famous with their daughter Jolyne in their life as well. Love your work and hope everything is good with you 🩷

Thank you anon! 💖 Kinda stressing out over paperwork over here but it's all good nonetheless! 🫡 You're request is heard and I hope I did your request justice with this short fic. Hope you enjoy! ♡

My Universe - Jotaro x Reader

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One of the perks of having your spouse be a famous global soloist, is having a kid with them and have said child be their number one fan if Jotaro wasn’t already.

Sure, he may not necessarily like all the discography you put out for your fans, but that’s normal for anyone. You did mostly pop with some R&B on the side, and he was more of a jazz man himself. But he did have his personal playlist of favorite tracks he’d listen to time to time on repeat.

But Jolyne was on a different level than he was- she adored you off-screen and on-screen. If you were at home or at least around her, she’d have a field trip being with her idol: She’d get her hands on every merchandise that’s yet to be released, listen to songs yet to be heard, and get special access to VIP areas only meant for artists.

How about the time spend with Jotaro?

Well, aside from musing your daughter with all the perks and love from a celebrity guardian, there were times you left Jolyne with her own bodyguard and babysitter, and used the free time to roam the city with your husband and do whatever they wanted to do.

Initially, your personal life was kept secret from the world, choosing to separate and not involve it with the life of stardom. And that was still the case back when you and Jotaro were still dating. You posted a lot on your social media, mostly pictures of your “selcas”, outfits-of-the-day, food items, behind-the-scenes special from your stages, nature shots, and pictures with fellow celebrity friends.

Once in a blue moon, your fans would blow up social media whenever you decided to be ballsy and post pictures of you with Jotaro, his face hidden thanks to his hat and mask. The content of the image was relatively tame and “neutral”, but given the context behind these pictures- the intimate proximity of the two, the matching color palette clothes, the rare posting of him in general- might as well made your fan base theorists.

“Boyfriend reveal when????”

“Bestie, please share the tea to the world”

“Hello? The couple fits?? The cute poses??? Call me delulu but-”

“All of you are being weirdos. Stop invading their privacy”

“Yeah the dude could be her cousin or brother or something”

“Girl they be dropping these lovey-dovey ass pics and still wonder why we’re this delusional”

“Uhm cousin?? Brother?? With those pictures? Weird but pop-off ig”

You’d receive many posts of similar flavor all over your timelines and you admitted to liking whenever your fans talk about the love of your life as if it’s a conspiracy theory and most of them coming from a supportive mindset. It irked Jotaro for a moment when said community managed to somehow track both his formal account used to document his research findings, and his private social media account where he posted pictures of scenery similar to yours.

But there were the rational handful who were able to veer them off his ass, dismissing their claims as false despite hitting the nail on the spot.

Eventually, once you shifted to a more flexible and lenient agency, you decided to reveal to the world that the popular music icon was engaged and to be married the next week all through a single image of your hand brandishing a ring on your ring finger with a bride emoji as its caption.

“GOOD MORNING???”

“MARRIAGE?!!”

“THEY IS GETTING MARRIED YALL”

“And yall called us crazy for saying they had a boyfriend all this time”

“We boutta get Papa Star amongst us”

The fans and the general public went wild and aside from the obsessive ones, most of your community sent their support.

Despite your relationship now public to everyone, Jotaro still wanted to keep himself mostly anonymous to the news. So whatever images were taken with him in it was blurred out with the default blur effect or an emoji sticker- a “star” one to be specific-covering his face whenever it was shared among fans.

The community erupted with loud awes and cheers when you announced to the world that you were going to have a baby girl in the family in one of your interviews.

“OMG???”

“Alright baby protectors, it’s our time to RISE”

“Much love to the little onee”

“I will defend this child with my life.”

“Shooters for baby girl where yall at?”

“Oh she bout to be the luckiest mfer with all the merch exclusives”

Years later, Jolyne grew up to be her parent’s number one fan, doing exactly what your fanbase had thought of when she’d grow older.

Going back to the present, you found yourself stuck knee-deep in your career doing a sold-out world tour, performing for thousands of cheering people in cities across the world. This wasn’t your first tour and you’ve found a decent routine to follow when doing so, but this year was a first for you.

You expressed both in social media posts and in interviews that burnout began to hit you full-time and a multitude of nagging negativity clouded your head as you kept up with all the schedules, production, and practice sessions for majority of the year. You’ve been so busy that time spent with your family this year was little to none. You constantly shared that hopefully sometime in the middle of promotions, you could return home to your family.

Jolyne felt it watching you through the screen. Jotaro felt it too.

All of them missed you and he wanted to do something about it for once.

By the time September came, your world tour came to a close with one last concert to be done in the Rose Bowl Stadium in California. Both him and Jolyne were never able to attend to any of your concerts due to work and school, but timing was in their favor for once and he made the most of the opportunity.

He got into contact with your manager, someone he became close acquaintances with, and notified of them coming over to watch your show. At first, Jotaro just wanted to be there with your daughter in tow, but the manager and a couple of the crew members in-charge of the set list had different plans.

He agreed to it.

With the VIP tickets secured and their booth ready for them, Jotaro and Jolyne flew across the States with eager anticipation and excitement, the latter mostly radiating off from the little girl.

Eventually, the day of the concert arrived and your daughter couldn’t contain herself from running about, unable to wait any longer for her to watch her other parent sing and dance live for the first time. During the day, rehearsals were done before the show proper and a handful of lucky fans were able to watch it.

Thanks to a streamer fan’s dedication and generosity, Jolyne was able to watch you walk about the stage in cozy casuals interacting with your community through a live stream in her phone. From time to time in the middle of preparing things needed for a concert, Jotaro would tune in as well, happy to see you even if it was from a live feed.

Hours later, he rented a car nearby and drove both of them to the beaming stadium, teemed with cheering crowds of fans falling in line either to enter the venue or to purchase on-site merchandise. On the lampposts and the walls were banners of you welcoming everyone to the event.

To avoid getting mobbed, both father and daughter kept themselves hidden from any passing person with a hat and mask as they walked across the area to the stadium’s entrance. To everyone else, they might as well be an ordinary dad-and-daughter duo who were also fans of their favorite artist.

Jotaro followed the instructions sent to him by your manager and headed off to a more discreet entrance where they didn’t have to worry about any lines or people complaining of why they get to enter first and not them. A guard stationed by waved them inside and led the family into their seats overlooking the brightly lit stage. Before the platform were thousands of light sticks waving in the dark, belonging to the fans singing to songs being played as they waited for you to start.

Beside him, Jolyne sang along with enthusiasm, shaking her own personalized light stick to the beat of the music. He would do the same in an alternate universe, but here it just wasn’t his thing.

After a few minutes, the music faded off into silence and the lights dimmed until the stage cast the whole venue in darkness. The crowds cheered and many miniature lights shook in the night. The speakers suddenly blared a remix of one of your title tracks and the jumbo screens flashed to show a VCR containing a mashup of you in a concept film, introducing your theme as a music artist to your audience.

Then as the dancers brought in the energy with their entrance, the stadium exploded with excited screams as you rose up from the below and walked to the front, passing by your back-up dancers until you stood in front of everyone. A second after you greeted the crowd, you switched demeanor and joined the others in choreography.

Jotaro couldn’t help but smile and clap by the time you finished your introductory performance, contrasted by his daughter’s loud screams. He watched wistfully at you speaking with the audience, sweating from all the dance and singing.

It truly was something different watching you live versus watching a live broadcast from home. You’re so near and yet so far from him.

And so far, the rest of the evening was spent like this with you; the beloved soloist performing many of their hit songs ranging from hard hitting beats with impressive dance routines to soothing ballads that had you simply sitting on a fancy stage prop all dolled-up to match the aesthetic of the songs.

Jolyne never pried her eyes away from her other parent, always focused on you and making sure she sung, danced, and responded to your every questions with the devotion of a true, hardcore fan.

By the time the concert was near its end, you were standing in front of the crowd in a cozy outfit akin to the aesthetics of a person living in a humble cabin in the woods. Supposedly, this segment was supposed to be for when you brought up a box of mixed Q&A and dares for you to do.

However, as you said that you were about to start with the bit, the screens beside you changed from showing an arcade-esque “Break Time with Y/N” to a simple “You have special guests watching you”.

Out of the blue, spotlights turned to Jotaro and Jolyne’s booth and there they were- clear as day on the jumbo screens. Everyone cheered yet again as their way of greeting their favorite artist’s family. And even as Jotaro froze on spot, tipping his hat over his eyes as he offered a small wave, his little girl beamed and waved her light stick at the camera.

“I’m here! Hello!”

Jotaro, from what he could see from under his hat, fixed his gaze on the other jumbo screen where it showed your reaction to the surprise- you were crouched on stage, one hand waving at your child, while the other covered your mouth as he saw tears well up in your eyes.

You didn’t expect them to be at your closing concert but seeing your family present was enough for you to break character and fixate on the loves of your life. “Ah really, you guys…”

In response to your happy tears, the crowd cried out a nearly-synchronized “don’t cry!” prompting you to let out a wet chuckle and sniffle.

It occurred to him that he could do something while the cameras were on them. He reached for his phone from his coat pockets and with a few taps, he showed the screen to everyone- a mobile digital message with the words scrolling across the black screen in neon yellow:

Congratulations on your successful world tour. We love you <3

“Ah! You’re gonna make me cry again!” You said, whining as you swiped your eyes free from the new batch of tears ready to fall. He chuckled back. “Everyone, that’s my husband and baby girl. I love them and the fact that they’re here makes me the happiest person right now.” The crowd cooed.

“Now that they’re here, I’m all the more charged up to perform for everyone!” You said and the stadium cheered in response. With one more long look at your family watching from their booth, you continued. “Hope you all enjoy the rest of this night as much as I am enjoying right now.”

With Jolyne’s suggestion via a whisper, Jotaro turned to his phone and changed the message one more time before the camera diverted away from them. This the message scrolled by in neon green saying:

Let’s celebrate! Let’s eat out later! Our daughter is starving.

Your fans expressed a mix of laughter and wholesome “aw’s”. In turn, you smiled and with both hands grasping your microphone, you replied back to them with a curt yet loving, “Of course. My treat.”

[ghetto-omega]

‎❀‎✿❀Heat Crash Course❀✿❀

I would like to start this post off by saying don't have sex with your pups... Uhm.. I feel like that should be obvious but just in case U´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`U ...

I would also like to note that all my info posts are for MY verse in particular, and is not the end all be all, so you don't have to agree with me or you can adopt all my headcanons into your own arsenal

Beware this is a long ass post, like I spent about 4 hours on this for no reason. Smh.

If you notice any typos, no you didn't

With that being said...

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

Heats are generally only experienced by omegas, but there are enough outliers for me to justify mentioning it. For the sake of this post, I will be referring to omegas specifically just because I have the most experiences with omegas with heats. (both being an omega and being friends with omegas)

𑁍 What is heat ?

𑁍 Body's natural instinct to copulate and an almost guaranteed way to produce pups

Indepth: Heats are a part of (most commonly) an omega's cycle. It's the part of the cycle where an omega is the most fertile, the most sensitive (physically and emotionally), and the most vulnerable.

There's a hormonal change in the omegas body. It's essentially the body's way to encourage sex by "setting the mood" lol.

Scent glands also open up more, causing more potent scent and pheromones to attract other partners.

Physical symptoms come not only from hormonal fluctuation, but also the body going into overdrive to protect itself from infection, the body's stress from overworking itself naturally, as well as outside stresses like work and family.

Though if an omega gets too stressed it can cause them to skip their heat entirely, but this is also a very large sign that something is very wrong. Skipping heat too many times (both from something more natural like stress or manmade like heat suppressants) can cause an omega to go into a forced heat, or a self-induced drop.

𑁍 When do omegas enter heat ?

𑁍 Anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks once every 2 months

Indepth: Every omega that you meet will experience heat in a different way, but typically they last anywhere between three days to two weeks, but the shorter the heat the more intense the symptoms. The average length is about one week, give or take a day, once every one to two months.

The first few days of heat are normally the calmest. A little bit of cramping is to be expected, but overall the omega should still be functional. They may be wearing a collar, cuffs, or extra strength scent patches, but they should overall be fine.

The next days are more unpredictable, there's a widespread of omegas who have the climax of their heat in the middle, but just as many who have it at the end. It's important for omegas to stay on bedrest during this time, not just for their comfort, but their safety.

Omegas with a shorter heat are at a higher risk of entering heat in public, seeing as they don't have the days long of build up that other omegas have. They're also at higher risk of dying during their heats because of how spontaneously they can come and go, this could very well throw their body into shock. Omegas who are malnourished or sleep deprived are also at higher risk of death.

𑁍 Where do omegas prefer to spend their heat ?

𑁍 Omegas typically prefer to spend their heat in their nests, or at the very least with their mate, but there are a few rare outliers to this.

In depth: Omegas will create a safe space out of their packs (or partners) items, could be blankets, clothes, toys, etc. Some omegas do this ritual year round, others only feel the urge to nest during heats. It all depends on the person. Some omegas need a whole space to themselves just for nesting.

Of course, you make due with what you have. In public, if they truly have no other options, an omega might find a small hidden place to go and ride out the worst of it. Even the most docile omega would get aggressive in this situation.

If they end up in the hospital or urgent care both places come equipped with seperate rooms for anyone to ride out their heats OR their ruts. Some people don't have a safe place to go through these things, so they can at least go to the hospital if need be.

Some particularly inclusive clubs or bars may also have one or two small rooms they can keep someone, not like overnight or anything, but for long enough that someone can come get the person in heat/rut.

𑁍 How do heats feel ?

𑁍 Every omega experiences it differently, but typical symptoms are: overheating, brain fog, cramping, excessive slick production, potent pheromones and scents, lethargy, fatigue, and an overwhelming need to be bred.

In depth: for a typical week-ish long heat you'll probably experience a little bit of cramping, but mostly all over body, and pelvic aches that'll slowly get worse until the heat is over.

Omegas with shorter periods or particularly painful ones will be on bed rest their entire heat. Their bodies are flushed with fever, and rocked with brutal cramps. The only thing that can really soothe an omega is a knot, exhaustion, sedative, or a long steady period of being bred. How long their contentedness lasts is really up to the method, and how good of a job their partner is doing at administering said method.

Overly sensitive skin and nose is one of the most common symptoms. Most omegas tend to spend their heats nude and enclosed in their nests because of this. Irritability because of this is also pretty common, try not to hold an omegas mean comments against them around this time.

The worst of the symptoms are flashes of blindness or whited out vision (remember to keep hydrated to help prevent this), temporary amnesia or short term memory loss, inability to move, and hyperactive skin shedding or peeling leaving sore open wounds on the body. These symptoms also aren't common, but can be developed at any time, especially in a high stress environment.

‧₊˚✿First Heats✿˚₊‧

𑁍 In order to avoid unnecessary fear or stress from your pup, it's important to have talked to them about heats and ruts before their first experience

Depending on your pup, in the coming days before the pinnacle of their heat you might experience clinginess, excessive crying, hyper aggression, anxiety, or avoidance (especially of school and anybody not family or a fellow omega)

It's important to watch their temperature, especially if they play sports. It's common for omegas to experience fever or even heat stroke if you don't know what to look for

Look out for more concerns about nesting (especially if they hadn't taken any interest in it before), excessive sweating or thirst, increased or no appetite, lethargy, and extreme mood swings.

Make sure to talk to your pup, as well as take them out of the school for the rest of their heat. Keep carbs and fatty foods on hand to prevent illness, dehydration, and malnourishment

Once at the height of their heat they'll be hypersensitive, so make sure to be weary of a stimulus and watch their body language

Don't be surprised if your pup smells sour to you. They are in a lot of pain right now.

Make sure to lightly scent ONLY the things your pup gives you permission to

The number one rule of helping your pup through heat is to listen to them. It's important not to overstep your pup's boundaries to not cause unnecessary stress.

‧₊˚✿Heat with Packs✿˚₊‧

This really depends on the pack. Some packs act more like polycules, others act more like a platonic family, others are strictly friendly, some are some mix of all three

This all completely depends on your pack's comfortability.

For some this means everyone in the pack helps the omegas out with their heat, some only allow their mate(s) to do it.

Some packs allow the pack members to help out in a way that doesn't involve sex, or maybe they're only allowed to help like that when their mate is away

Some even only allow other omegas to help, and everyone else has to stay out.

This is a completely gray area, whatever you decide is perfect as long as it's a good fit for you and your pack.

‎‧₊˚✿Other✿˚₊‧

There are specific brands that cater to the needs of omegas in heat, there's specifically an abundance of food and drink brands, as well as a few adult toy brands

𑁍 Protection

Collars are a common tool used by all sexes while experiencing intense fluctuation in their scent glands or pheromones. Some prefer the stylish ones that give a little less protection, others prefer just something plain that gets the job done, and some prefer the discreet options that look like they're part of a top or pants

There are covers you can place over a knot to help with lubrication so you don't get locked in your partner, some condoms come with built in ones, but they are the more expensive option

Scent patches are even more common than collars, especially the ones that blend in with the skin. Typically you can find these over the counter at your local drug store, though you can get ones prescribed to you as well

There's more but I've been working on this post for hours... And girl I am SO tired lmao

𑁍 Heat suppressants

Technically heat suppressants could go under protection, but I've decided it needs it's own category

Heat suppressants, while being useful can also be deadly. It's important not to take them more than absolutely necessary

Unlike scent patches these aren't just a patch to put on your body to prevent it from happening

Heat suppressants are administered by pill or by needle, they actually mess with your body's hormones and physiology. They can cause a lot of damage if either used without caution, or bought from an unreliable source

They can cause irregular and painful heat, high blood pressure, infertility, cardiovascular issues, and more.

While fine sparingly, using it too much will cause health problems

I have a giant omegaverse dictionary in the works... It will be finished someday...

I want to make a post full of fake brands that would be in omegaverse if you want to help me with that lol

Ofc, feel free to give me headcanons in the notes or hop into my askbox. I love talking to y'all U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra! How are you doing today? I'm mostly fine except for being sick since Tuesday.

I have this headcanon that Sanji still sleeps with a plushie that Zeff gave him when he was little. Can I please requests reader finding out about it and Sanji maybe getting embarrassed thinking they're gonna laugh at him because he's a grown ass adult still sleeping with a plushie but no, they think it's cute and why would they laugh when they, also a grown ass adult, have a whole hoard of plushies?

-🦇

Hi 🦇 anon! Sorry this took so long! I was interrupted when I first started writing it and lost my entire train of thought and had a dickens of a time coming up with something new. Plus it's been so hard finding the right parameters for me to write. I never thought I had a writing process or requirements, apparently I do.

Warnings: none, fluff, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1010

      It was something he’d received from Zeff years ago. The man had become like a father to him and while they often had their spats and disagreements, the two still cared about each other. In one of the man’s softer moments, he’d bought something for Sanji. As a child, it brought him comfort, something to hold close when he was feeling particularly vulnerable or needed something to hold after a nightmare. Even as he grew into adulthood, he kept the little purple plush toy. An eggplant stuffie, about the same size as an actual eggplant, that stayed either in his bed or in his locker at all times. It was something that few people knew of, all of whom were part of the Baratie, the blond unwilling to tell anyone that he still slept with such a thing. After all, he was a grown adult sleeping with a stuffed toy!

     The few times he didn’t end up sleeping with it were when he fell asleep in the kitchen or lounge or on the rare occasion he fell asleep somewhere with you. You were the only thing that brought him as much comfort as his plushie, the only other thing that could truly comfort him after a nightmare and to be fair, you were the love of his life, so it was understandable. That being said, despite how much he loved you, even you didn’t know about the toy. How could he tell you? Tell you that he, the love of your life, a full grown adult, your fierce protector, slept with a stuffed toy!

     Maybe if he’d thought about it more, he’d have told you. An entire ‘army’ of plushies cluttering your own area. The likelihood of you saying anything about a comfort item was next to nothing. It was about as likely as Luffy turning down an all meat buffet! But he hadn’t thought of it, too concerned with the possibility of being mocked and laughed at for it. Just one of many things that he should have thought through. Like how he should have thought through things when he asked you to retrieve something from his locker. Ever the chaotic mess, Luffy had spilled the broth Sanji had been working on, the liquid dying patches of his shirt brown. He’d been more concerned with getting a new shirt and jacket, taking the garments off, asking you to get him new ones while he put his current ones in the laundry. 

     Standing in front of his locker, you couldn’t help the smile as you looked at the toy in your hands. You knew of Zeff’s nickname for the boy, knew that this was likely a gift from the man who’d raised Sanji. What you didn’t know was why he hadn’t told you about the thing. The two of you had been dating for some time, had told each other multiple secrets and insecurities. Neither of you had a problem with telling each other things, yet this was one that hadn’t come up yet.

     Hearing the door open, you quickly stuffed the toy under the shirt you’d grabbed, sighing in relief when you spotted Sanji, looking at you in confusion.

     “Is everything okay, my darling?” the blond asked as he walked over to you, taking the shirt from you. His eyes widened, dropping the shirt when his eyes landed on the stuffie hidden beneath the shirt, horror and shock running through every fiber of his being. You’d found his deepest secret, the one thing he didn’t want anyone finding out about, the thing he swore to protect at all costs. 

     Y-Y/n, it’s not what you think! I-it’s just a memento! It uh, it’s just um, it’s… a gift! It’s a gift for someone special! I got it recently to give to… Zeff! I’ve been meaning to send it to Zeff!” Sanji sputtered out, making you chuckle.

     “Then why does it look so worn and well loved, Sanji? It’s okay, I promise.” you said with a fond look, running your thumb sweetly over the plush. Despite its age and wear, it was surprisingly soft still. Looking back down you pulled it close, hugging it slightly. You could immediately tell why he kept it. It was soft, comforting, and smelled like him. Sanji looked at you in a mix of bewilderment and relief. You weren’t laughing at him? Teasing him? You were… snuggling it? Holding it close as if it was one of your own precious toys.

     “You… don’t mind?” he asked, needing to know why you seemed so unphased by this. You smiled and shook your head at his ridiculousness. 

     “Sanji, have you even noticed my mountain of plushies?” you asked with a small laugh, holding it close to your heart. Sanji paused, he had noticed it before, so why had he been so worried about you finding it? Why had he hidden it from you of all people? Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled and kissed your forehead, “You know I’ll never make fun of you for something like this, for anything. I promise.” you said, caressing his cheek. The boy nodded, relaxing as he smiled at you.

     “Can you do me a favor then?” he asked, smiling when you nodded, “I need a better place to hide it so nobody else notices it. Can you hide it with yours?” he asked, making you grin and nod. To be honest, you loved the idea, it meant that when he woke up early and placed it with your own, you had the chance to ‘steal’ it and snuggle it yourself. Maybe, on the nights where you both fell asleep together, you could sneak it in between the two of you. Nobody would think twice about you bringing a plushie to sleep with and it meant that Sanji would have the two things that comforted him most with him. Glancing down at the plushie, a mischievous grin crossed your face. Maybe you should get him another one, a shrimp or something. He did really like seafood.

[teecupangel]

Okay i know this is a really random rare pair but I can't stop thinking about it.

Kadar/Maria

We'll tie AltDes in there too.

Desmond meets Maria first and forms a friendship with her.

But Desmond saves Kadar at the temple and Kadar decides that Desmond is now his best friend ever. He goes to visit Desmond at wherever he decided to set up shop and he runs head first into a templar knight in full armor. Falling flat on his ass, he looks up at them towering over him and starts to shake.

Only for Desmond to step out of his hut and call out for them to wait and that Kadar is safe.

Kadar watches as the very intimidating knight removes "his" helmet only to add a now very red face to his shaking limbs as he see Maria's face.

This woman is both ridiculously scary and incredibly pretty and Kadar is instantly smittened.

Now queue Kadar trying to court Maria. Even asking the Flowers in Paradise the best way woo a woman. He starts to brings her flowers, fruits, even sweet bread once or twice. Each time he is a stuttering shaky mess but he manages to say more and more to her each time.

Would Maria find it cute how he trips over his words everytime.

Would she be amused that he still trembles when he is near her.

Or just confused why this trained assassin (novice or not) seem so damn uncoordinated whenever she see him.

While this all happens Desmond has met Altair and caught his interest. Which unfortunately means he is now subjected to Altair's version of "courting". So Desmond is off to the side. Watching Kadar be all cute with his gifts and then he turns his head to glare at Altair who has dropped yet another dead body at his feet while Altair spreads his arms in a way that says "well? Are you going to praise me?"

Desmond just pouting about how its unfair he didn't get the "normal" one.

Before anything else, I feel like you might enjoy this AltDes idea that can pretty much be summarized as “Altaïr courts Desmond by giving him items that used to belonged to his target”

Next, I like Kadar/Maria. I think they would be cute together.

I mostly like it because I like to hc that Kadar is attracted to strong people who can kick his ass (hence why he had such a huge hero-worship/crush on Altaïr) so I can totally see Kadar falling in love with Maria after literally falling on his ass.

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For this one, we’ll make Kadar fall fast and hard. He’s been nursing a crush on Altaïr for so long that it’s one of the most well-known running ‘joke’ in Masyaf. 

Then he met Desmond and his crush transferred to him because he’s so similar to Altaïr in looks and strength but he’s nicer and there’s definitely a savior crush trope in play on this side of the board.

But it’s because Desmond is so nice that Kadar knows his feelings are crushingly one-sided. More than Altaïr because, at least, Kadar knows Altaïr is oblivious to his feelings so he can atleast fool himself in believing there's a chance but Desmond isn’t and Desmond is nice about it even after he tells Kadar that he doesn’t feel the same way that Kadar can’t help but still consider Desmond a friend while having a broken heart.

Because Desmond’s rejection was the wake up call Kadar needed (but did not wish for) to understand that Altaïr would also reject him if he knew (in a more blunt but completely non malicious way).

So when he bumped into Maria and saw her in her knightly visage, looking regal and powerful and as beautiful as the female knights in Desmond’s stories he tells children that Kadar would listen to whenever he visited...

It was love at first sight.

Desmond feared it was a case of Kadar rebounding on Maria after Desmond rejected him.

But… 

The more Desmond sees Kadar and Maria together…

The shy slight stuttering and deepening blush on Kadar’s face as he tried to give Maria gifts while trying to act as aloof and cool as Altaïr (it wasn’t working, Desmond had to talk to Kadar and tell him to ‘be himself’ like an unhelpful stock phrase generator) and the bright surprised smile he always made whenever Maria took the gift and thank him… 

The soft smile on Maria’s lips whenever she sees Kadar and the vulnerability in her voice when she admitted to Desmond that she had never been courted so sweetly before. No. She had never been courted before as the only relationship she had was a marriage that had been purely contractual between her parents and her ex-husband. So this was… nice. And Kadar was such a sweet man and…

Desmond…

Desmond realized that he was jealous of them.

Of this sweet gentle courting…

The small walks they take to talk about nothing important at all but important in their eyes because they get to know each other more.

The meals they share where they learn what each other liked and enjoyed. 

The gifts that littered Desmond’s little hut because Maria was still a Templar (Desmond was working on that) and she couldn’t bring any of these back as it would cause unsavory rumors that may lead to Kadar’s identity being revealed.

And then…

Altaïr started to visit. 

He frowned at all the courting gifts that Kadar had given Maria and…

Look.

Desmond wasn’t stupid.

He knew that Altaïr was attracted to him.

Okay.

He knew that Altaïr had feelings of him, complicated feelings that emerged because Desmond continued to support and help him even after he had lost his entire support system, left to fend for himself and having to do tasks for people who should be helping him because it was part of his punishment… 

Altaïr wasn’t entirely blameless in this entire thing, of course.

But he had always been lonely and the sudden lack of the usual support he received dealt more damage to him than he let on.

Desmond knew that because of the memories he had gotten from Altaïr’s Bleed.

And he knew that Altaïr’s attraction to him stemmed from that.

And honestly?

Desmond didn’t care if people would think that he had manipulated Altaïr’s feelings, becoming his only light or whatever flowery words they might say.

Because to him…

Altaïr’s feelings for him are just as true as Kadar’s feelings for Maria.

And Desmond wished to accept them.

He truly do.

It’s just…

Desmond wished someone would talk to Altaïr that there are nicer courting ‘rituals’. Look, the death of a merchant that had been a bit too handsy could be forgiven since Desmond knew he had been torturing his servants and paying them less than they deserve. 

Being presented with the merchant’s bloody jewelry after his death because they would look good against Desmond’s skin (which Desmond was sure was not meant to insinuate that Altaïr wanted to see him naked… mayyybbee???) was a bit iffy but Desmond knew that the Brotherhood didn’t really give much money to the Assassins in the first place. Just a measly allowance that would be enough to cover their traveling while the bureaus would provide them with food and shelter.

Hell, Kadar was using the bride price their father left for him to pay for all the courting gifts!

So Desmond took the jewelry and thanked Altaïr because… what else was he supposed to do? 

Then… more not-so-good people that had done Desmond wrong or had annoyed Desmond or just made Desmond go ‘that man’s gonna die sooner or later’...    

Well…

They all started dying.

And Desmond was sure if Altaïr could, he would drag the body in front of Desmond’s hut and present it like a cat delivering a fresh kill by their owner’s feet.

But that would be too risky even for Altaïr.

So now..

One wall of Desmond’s hut was filled with such wonderful thoughtful courting gifts from Kadar to Maria.

And another wall was filled with wonderful thoughtful courting gifts from Altaïr to Desmond.

… which always makes Desmond think of a serial killer’s trophy wall.

[mangoshorthand]

I hope this isn’t a weird request, but since you’re my absolute FAVE smut author I gotta ask. Since we got the threesome with the fives I’m BEGGING for one with y/n, even if it’s just a dream. Up to you but would love one xoxo

How very dare you, I'm a good Christian woman! 😲 Just kidding- I'm trash. Of course it's not a weird request. Also, thank you for saying that, it's nice to be somebody's favorite. ❤️ Here you go

Two Items of Business | Five Hargreeves/ f Reader 2.1k words

Even in the coldest nights alone in the apocalypse, Five could never bring himself to regret what he was. Although his power had gotten him into that situation in the first place and was then too underdeveloped to get him out, it was the thing that made him special: exceptional. 

Since then, he’d developed his thinking as well as his power. In his mid sixties, he’d finally grown up and come to a real understanding beyond surface acceptance: being special or exceptional by birth wasn’t a point of pride. On the contrary, the most special person he knew had no power like his and, in most conventional ways, was entirely unremarkable.  

Even so, Five’s power was part of him, integral to him. Regretting that he had his power would be like regretting that he had a nervous system.  So no: far from regretting that time and space travel was a frequent occurrence in his life, he loved it…and he never loved it more than the day he entered his bedroom to find his wife struggling with his wife held tight in a headlock. 

“You here to kill me? Is that it? You think you can take my place or something?” you said, tightening your elbow on her windpipe as she tried to throw you off. 

“Shit.” he murmured, blinking over and breaking it up as quickly as possible: releasing her from the grip of your arm and placing himself between the two of you. He stretched an arm each way, a hand on each of your chests to keep you at a safe distance. The other you staggered backwards, massaging her throat, breathing harshly and eyeing you with a look of hatred that you paid back double. 

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He took in your appearance more closely: both were shining with the light film of sweat indicative of the experience of Paradox Psychosis. You were dressed identically, both in the short velvet skirt that was a favorite of his and wearing the same pair of high heels. Both chests heaved, breasts looking particularly full tonight as they strained against a tight crop top. Both of you scratched at yourselves compulsively, the itching too violent to ignore.

He knew he should be focusing here, trying to find out why his wife’s doppelganger had appeared and working to fix the timeline, but something about the pair of them, enraged and dressed like they were about to rub their asses against him sinfully on a dancefloor sent almost all practical concerns out of his mind. 

“Are you okay?” he said, addressing the version of you who came off worst in the tussle. She nodded and, reassured, he continued. This was a rare opportunity.  “I find myself in an interesting situation,” he said, smiling at the pair of them in that self-satisfied way he knew had the capacity to drop their panties in a nanosecond. 

They both scowled identically- beautifully, in his opinion. It made him laugh: they knew exactly what he was getting at. He removed his restraining hands, trusting them for now not to attack.

“The way I see it,” he continued, “we got two items of business that can be solved the same way,” he held up one finger and looked significantly from wife to the other, drawing their attention like a charismatic college professor. 

“Numero Uno, you ladies have a nasty case of Paradox Psychosis on your hands.”

You both made noises to object and deny the charge, but he waves them away and raises a second finger. 

“And two, you got a debt that just came due,” he felt he gleeful smile as it spread across his face. 

When you made the deal, he never expected you to have to uphold your end of the bargain. When a doppelganger of his had appeared, intent on saving your life, you had a threesome on the condition that you’d return the favor if the situation ever presented itself…and, unbelievably, the situation had just presented itself.

“We know that male orgasm temporarily cures paradox psychosis, so I think we should experiment to see if the same is true of women. You could even argue it’s our duty, actually. For science, you know?”

One of you rolled your eyes and scoffed while the other shook her head disapprovingly at his lame justification. 

“Come on…” he said, coaxingly, “you know there’s enough of me to go around.”

Briefly, the two of you looked at each other. Five could see the venom in that look, but also the decision. His excitement rose at the sudden understanding that this actually was going to happen.

“This doesn’t mean I’m not going to snap your neck,” you said, darkly.

“Likewise,” the doppel replied.

Five was too busy eating the sight up with his eyes to object to this exchange. They both turned back to him and began to remove their scant layer of clothing. Beneath, they wore underwear identical but for color: both wore lingerie in fine lace: red on one permutation of you and black on the other. Strange- he’d never been able to decide whether red or black was his favorite color on you. Both, of you he noticed, left your heels on, elongating legs that already drew his admiring eye under normal circumstances. Already, his dick was starting to strain against the cotton of his underwear. 

“So how is this going to work?” the other you asked, leaning over to remove her skirt in a way that gave him a spectacular view of her tits, “you going to get us off first?”

“Makes sense,” you agreed with her, reluctantly, “we should get rid of her paradox psychosis early.”

“Your paradox psychosis,” the other you spat back. 

“I’m afraid not, ladies.” said Five, calling their attention back to him, “Oh no, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

He looked at you both, at your irritated faces. Perhaps he should have felt bad, but he didn’t:  an opportunity like this didn’t come along very often. 

“You’re an asshole in every timeline, I see”, said the doppelganger. 

“You know it, baby,” he said, winking. As he unbuckled his belt, he raised an ironic eyebrow.

“So, why don’t you both suck my dick?”

To his surprise, with barely a moment of hesitation, the pair of you knelt, suddenly eager. Two pairs of the eyes he could always sink into are looking up at him, expectantly, like baby birds waiting to be fed. 

And he was happy to oblige.

His hands fumbled at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. You, in the red lingerie, caught at his waistband and pulled down his pants and underwear in one, allowing his boner to leap free. He was already uncomfortably hard with the anticipation of this and his flushed skin tingled pleasantly in reaction to the colder air outside pants. Both of his wives made small, appreciative noises, looking at his arousal with hungry eyes. Their expressions made his tip ache. As you helped him to step out of his pants, the other you took the opportunity of your preoccupation to swallow Five’s entire dick, giving you no space to wrap your mouth around him. 

His hips leapt forward at the unexpectedness. Heat bolted into his stomach and an almost bovine groan tore its way up his throat and out of his mouth. His hands, without his conscious permission, tangled in her hair to hold her head in place. Immediately, he fucked her throat, squishing her nose tightly against his pubis, hips ceaselessly trying to get deeper and deeper with his messy thrusts. Her mouth was filling with saliva, just adding to his sensation: warm, wet, tight. 

“Oh fuck, you take that so well,” he all-but whimpered.

Usually by this time, she would need a break to breathe, but not tonight: she was taking his cock like a champ. He could feel her throat relaxing and contracting around him deliciously, like the muscles of her pussy might. He bent over her head like a rutting dog, reaching his dick deeper and deeper. 

Clearly, you weren’t happy to let him forget about you, because soon he felt another mouth on him from behind, kissing his thighs and encouraging him to open his legs. He adjusted his posture to give you access. He gasped as you gently licked at one of his balls. When you took it into your mouth and sucked, he actually whined. After giving the other ball the same treatment, you placed soft kisses in a line up his taint. He made another small noise as he realized you were positioning yourself to rim him. 

“Oh my God,” he said, as much out of disbelief as pleasure. 

This surely couldn’t be happening? He’d never even fantasized about this idea, but the way his dick jumped in the other’s throat told him that he might be about to have an experience that would achieve pride of place in his mental spank-bank.

Your tongue wriggled against his asshole and he stopped thrusting immediately, lest he come in fewer than three pumps. The feeling wss like nothing he’d felt before: there was no slow build towards the edge. Instead, the orgasm reared, like an orchestra throwing away the sheet music and immediately playing the crescendo, the strings cutting into him with stomach-churning strength.

He gave a long, tense, drawn out, groan. He was torn, trying to simultaneously enjoy the feeling and not shoot his load too soon. Sensing this, the other you slid her lips back up his dick and, instead, licked softly at his tip.

There were two tongues on him: both stimulating the two of the most sensitive areas on his body. Though he was now further from the edge, the feeling was torturously intense. If the rest of the orchestra had quietened, the strings were still going: dueling fiddles more than filling the place previously occupied by the entire brass, woodwind and percussion sections. He screwed up his eyes and whispered dirty nonsense as the sloppy noises against his asshole intensified: you were swirling the tip of your tongue around his rim. 

“Holyfuckingshit…such a fucking slut- such a good girl. Oh yes…oh god, you’re perfect. My ass taste good? You fucking suck me again. Swallow me, baby.”

The other you obeyed, but this time his thrusts were longer, alternately pushing his dick into her throat as his hips surged forwards and then pushing your tongue past the slight resistance of his tight ring of muscle as his hips pulled back. He had a hand on the back of both of your heads now, pushing you both closer to the centers of his pleasure. His hips continued this-

“Five?”

- controlled movement as long as he could, but it didn’t take long before he couldn't keep it up any more. He held out for longer than three pumps, but not much longer. He came with a shout and harsh surges of vibrato. He was blinded by stars.

“Five?”

He awoke, the bedsheets tangled around him, heart rate high.

“Are you ok, darling?”

He took a moment to realize, lifting his head briefly off the pillow. As he moved, he could feel his erection shift against his stomach. Of course it was a dream: two of you prepared to fuck him, wearing skimpy clothes and lingerie? The way the Paradox Psychosis had just disappeared when it was erotically convenient? No wonder you weren’t suffering from the excessive gas- that wouldn't have been sexy. Hell, he’d even imagined your breasts larger than they really were. 

Even though wet dreams were a long way behind him, he was slightly dismayed to feel a small patch of precome soaking into his pajama pants. Still, to be woken by a good dream for once was a nice change from his usual nocturnal experiences. 

“I’m fine,” he said, slightly out of breath and voice still heavy with sleep, “I was dreaming. Sorry.”

You looked down at him with concern. 

“You were tossing and turning a lot.”

“Don't worry, I’m fine,” he said, as you ran your hand lovingly through his slightly sweaty hair.

“Come here, sweet guy,” you said, holding your arms open to him. He could hear rather than see the loving smile in your voice in the darkness of your bedroom.

He helped you disentangle him from the sheets and happily snuggled up against you, his nose buried in your hair and lips beside your ear. Even without two of you to drive him mad with your tongues, he knew he was still the luckiest man in the world: completely and utterly undeserving of you. One of you was more than enough for the likes of him.

After a moment, you kissed his cheek and spoke softly:

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Hidden from your view, he smirked. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hips in a single, luxuriant grind, rubbing his still excited cock sinfully against your groin. As it poked suggestively between your thighs, he whispered low in your ear.

“It was a really good dream.”

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NOTE: Heh. The dream idea was too good to resist. He deserves a nice sex dream rather than a PTSD night terror for once.

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

[fuck-customers]

I think this might be the case at other stores, but I don't have enough work experience to really know.

Does anyone else's corporate/bosses/higher ups semi-regularly become extremely obsessed with "improving the numbers" of a certain thing and force all the employees to obsessively do X thing to improve X numbers and make their lives hell for a few months and then completely drop it? Lmao

I'll give you 2 examples that I can immediately think of.

A few years ago at a job, maybe 3 years ago, the managers/corporate/whoever were OBSESSED with our greeting numbers. Like when a customer walks in the door, they were on our ass to greet them and say "welcome to [store name]" or at least "hi, welcome in" or some kind of acknowledgement. (Personally I didn't find this TOO irritating, more mildly annoying, however it did cause me to have a weird pavlovian response to automatic doors to the point where I've accidentally said "hi welcome in" when I was a customer in other stores with doors that made the same sound lmao rip) And then after a few months, they just totally dropped it. I haven't been told to welcome anyone in, haven't even heard a peep about any greeting numbers in at least 2 years.

The current one is still ongoing, but is tapering off.

About 2 years ago, corporate or whoever the fuck decided that we absolutely needed to start harrassing our customers into handing over their personal information in the form of their email, and then after we got a new register system, their phone number, under the guise of a "rewards system" that didn't exist.

(Sorry, side tangent here- this one is SO shady. I've never been able to get a straight answer as to WHY we need to get the info from customers or WHAT benefit it would have for customers, you know, since they were rightfully asking why they should provide this information. I had a manager say it was a "rewards system" and then when I asked how the customers could earn points and how I could view their points to tell them how many points they had or how could I apply their reward to the transaction, backtracked and said there was no rewards. Bro what?? This manager would tell customers themselves this, minus the part about it all being a lie, of course, so customers would get pissed because they weren't getting discounts that didn't exist. And THEN after this "rewards system" bullshit blew up in his face, the manager said that the phone numbers were so in the rare event that a customer MIGHT want to return an item but lost their receipt, they could do a return through their phone number. But....we've ALWAYS been able to do no reciept returns...it just had to be a manager who processes the return...the manager who was lying to me about all of this shit...hmm...)

ANYWAY, managers were pretty rabid about the stupid ass phone numbers and what each employee's individual percentages were and would publicly shame employees with low percentages by posting everyone's scores in the breakroom and highlighting those with low scores and put a condescending note like "[name] and [name] need to try harder" or "too many numbers below 70%" or whatever. And it was all the managers would talk about: how many numbers you got, how to increase numbers, tactics for manipulating people into giving their personal info, etc. etc.

And then it started tapering off about 6 months ago and for the past month or so, I have not heard a single peep about phone numbers or percentages or scores or whatever.

So what the fuck was that all about? Has anyone else experienced anything similar? Is this common or is my workplace nuts?

I know with the companies I worked for they would hire an outside audit agency to come in and look at our metrics and if one was low (i.e. not greeting) they would focus on that until the next one would say we were not promoting the rewards program. Next time it was asking if they found everything.

I'm not saying every company is like that but three of the ones I worked for did that.

-Rodney

[shelikesorchids-archive]

Designs on You: Chapter Four

Time Marches On

Pairing: Human AU Lestat de Lioncourt x Louis de Pointe du Lac

Chapter Summary: Louis adjusts to his new life as a business owner and the man of the house.

Warnings: This chapter is pretty tame, but there is a mother/son disagreement, and mentions of Louis hiding his sexuality.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Many thanks to my fearless beta reader @mythicaltzu!!!! This is becoming as much your baby as it is mine!

Louis groaned as he rolled over to silence his phone ringing on his nightstand. He finally decided to take a much needed day off, and he wasn’t taking any work related calls. However, once he got comfortable back under the covers, the phone started ringing again. So much for sleeping in today. 

“DPDL Contracting, Louis speaking.” 

“Good morning, sunshine,” the voice on the other line replied. 

“Bricks. To what do I owe this wake up call on my day off?” 

“A day off? Who are you and what did you do with Louis de Pointe du Lac? But that must mean you’re free today, right?”

“Yes, I am. What do you want, Bricks?” 

“Well, it’s not what I want, but what my mama wants. She’s got a few things that need fixing up at the bed and breakfast. Can you help her out?” 

“Sure. I’ll send one of my guys over there this afternoon.”

“Oh no, Louis. She requested you, specifically.” 

Louis dropped his phone for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose. Bricks was his company’s accountant now, but the two of them had been friends since high school. Bricks’s mom thought Louis was the most handsome man she had ever seen and had hoped against hope that the two of them would end up together. They gave it a shot, but they both quickly realized that Louis wasn’t into girls. They kept up the ruse that they were an item until they graduated just so no one would suspect anything about Louis, but the two of them were still close friends. She became an accountant, and after working for one of the best firms in the city, she started her own firm. So, of course he hired her to help him take care of the books. They helped each other out wherever they could. 

“I’m not going over there, Bricks,” Louis snapped. 

“Oh, okay. So I guess I can just forget about all this off-the-books bullshit you’re having me fix from when your dad was still running the business, then.” 

Louis was exasperated, but she had him cornered. He knew better than to try to argue with her, after all she was helping him a lot these days. 

“Fine. I’ll go over there and see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Louis. Oh, and wear that one pair of pants that really shows off your ass.” 

“Bye, Bricks!” 

Feeling defeated, Louis hung up the phone, threw the covers off, and sat up to try and shake the cobwebs off. He smelled coffee brewing downstairs and figured maybe that would help him perk up. After all, Bricks’ mom’s “little projects” were rarely little, so he could use the energy. He put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs, silently hoping no one else was in the kitchen right now, because he was in no mood for small talk. 

He grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and started pouring himself a cup of coffee, when he heard his sister’s voice.

“Louis, what are you doing up so early? I thought you were taking the day off.” 

“Good morning, Grace. I thought you would be at work already.” 

“Oh, today’s my half day. Just thought I’d come by and check on you and mama. See if maybe you wanted to go to lunch or something.” 

“I would love to, but Bricks called and her mama wants me to go fix some things at the B&B. And you know how well she takes no for an answer.” 

Grace couldn’t help but laugh. She knew about the situation between the two of them, all about their fake relationship in high school, and that she was fixing some tax issues that their father created while he was still running the business. Things had been hard on the family, especially Louis since their dad suddenly passed, and he was still trying to find his way as a business owner and new patriarch of the home. Their mother Florence didn’t really care, as long as the business was still profitable and kept her in the comfortable lifestyle she was accustomed to, so it seemed like everything was on Louis’s shoulders these days. 

“He’d be proud of you, you know,” Grace whispered. 

Louis smiled and set his coffee cup on the counter, opening his arms to hug his younger sister. He could always count on Grace to make him feel better, and for that he was eternally grateful. However, their sweet sibling moment was soon interrupted by Florence walking into the kitchen.

“Well, look at this! I didn’t expect to see two of my kids in my kitchen this morning. Why are you not at the clinic, Grace? Aren’t you scared they’ll burn the place down without you there?” 

“Mama, it’s my half day. And they’ll be fine without me until one, I’m still just a nurse.” 

“Hey, you are not ‘just a nurse,’” Louis replied. “You are the best nurse practitioner in the greater New Orleans area, and that clinic is damn lucky to have you.” 

“Thank you, Louis. But mama I’ll have you know, our Louis doesn’t know the meaning of a day off and he’s gonna go fix some stuff at the Williams’ bed and breakfast. Bricks called him and woke him up.”

“Wow, thanks for throwing me under the bus, sis.” 

“It’s probably best to keep up those appearances anyway. She’s been helping us out a lot since your father passed. She doesn’t have to do that, you know.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll rest when I’m dead, I guess,” Louis said. 

“Louis de Pointe du Lac,” Florence scolded. “Do not say things like that in my house. You know how fortunate you are that your father built this business from the ground up, made it successful, and gave it to you? He wanted you to have better than what he had when he was younger. Would it kill you to show some gratitude?”

“Yes, mama. I am so fortunate that I have to clean up a big financial mess he left because he didn’t want to hire anybody qualified to keep the books. I am so, so fortunate that I gotta do favors for people on my day off so this shit gets fixed for a business I didn’t even want. I gotta be the luckiest man in the world to have all this dumped on me,” Louis spat back. 

Grace hated it when the two of them argued, but it was becoming a more common occurrence these days. She did wish that Florence would at least try to be sympathetic to what Louis was going through, but she instead chose to stick her head in the sand and act like nothing was wrong. 

“Louis, how about you get dressed and we’ll get some breakfast before you head to the B&B, huh?” Grace asked. 

“Okay, yeah. That sounds like a good idea.” 

Louis finished his coffee then tossed the mug in the sink before turning to go back upstairs to get dressed. They were surprised that the mug didn’t break from the force he threw it with, and the noise made Grace and Florence jump. 

“Mama, why can’t you just be there for him?” 

“We are all grieving, Grace. But your daddy and I did not raise our children to be so ungrateful. He’d be ashamed of how Louis mopes around here constantly acting like he’s been given this big burden. He worked hard to give us this life.” “Nobody’s saying he didn’t mama. But daddy wasn’t a businessman, and he made a lot of dumb decisions that could have gotten him in trouble. Now Louis’s gotta clean that up and he didn’t ask for any of this. He’s doing the best he can with what he got and he needs you to be his mama for once.” 

“You’ll understand when you have kids of your own, Grace. Speaking of which, when are you and Levi gonna make me a grandma?” 

“Oh God mama, not now. I just finished nurse practitioner school, and got my name on the sign at the clinic. Can’t we just be married for a little while so I can focus on my career?” 

“You finished six months ago, that’s plenty of time. You don’t want to wait too long and miss your chance to have healthy babies, don’t you.” 

“That’s not how it works mama-”

Louis finally reappeared, dressed for the day with his work bag in tow, and Grace was thankful for that. She didn’t think she could keep up this conversation much longer. 

“You wanna take separate cars, or ride together?” Louis asked. 

“Let’s go in separate cars, I don’t really wanna come back over here today,” Grace answered as she grabbed her bag. 

Florence looked hurt, but Louis couldn’t be bothered to care after what she said to him. He knew he would end up apologizing later, but for now, he just wanted to have a nice morning with his sister before he went to work on his day off.

“Morning Mrs. Williams. How are you doing today?” 

“Louis! How’s my best boy doing?” Mrs. Williams asked as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. 

“Can’t complain, and wouldn’t do me any good if I did. So, what can I fix for you today?” 

“Well, there’s this blond French man that’s staying in the corner room upstairs indefinitely, and he told me this morning that the water pressure in the shower isn’t very good. I’ve been meaning to get that shower head replaced anyway, so I was hoping you could put it on for me real quick.” 

“That’s all? No spackling or wallpaper that needs to be fixed?” 

“Not today, Louis. You and your boys did such a good job with the last renovation, I think it’ll last for years. Besides, I feel awful about my daughter calling you on your day off. I told her not to do that.” 

“It’s no trouble at all Mrs. Williams, and this won’t take long. I just need a key to the room and the replacement shower head.” 

“Here you go,” she replied as she handed him the shower head and the room key. 

Louis thanked her again and headed towards the stairs to make his quick repair before he heard Mrs. Williams’s voice calling out to him. 

“Oh, one more thing, Louis.” 

“Yes ma’am?” 

“Knock several times and real hard before you open the door. The man staying in that room has been sleeping quite a bit and moping around when he actually does leave his room, so I’m not sure if he’s even in there. Just give him a few minutes before you barge in.” 

“Will do, Mrs. Williams!”

[the-kr8tor]

WAIT WHAT WHY AM I BEING ARRESTED? THIS IS LIKE THE THIRD TIME- ALSO IM SICK TOO SO Daily Hobie HC! I love the stickbug menace its probably concerning but like he's such a bastard i love him No doubt Hobie's tall, towering almost everyone in the spider society, apart from Miguel of course. Because of this, it isn't surprising that he has a habit of leaning against other people and using them as an armrest in a playful, teasing gesture, commonly with Pavitr and you. Not only does he adore using you as an armrest to hear you get huffy about it, but Hobie never misses a chance to randomly pick you up and relocate you completely, walking off like nothing happened while you've been stunlocked for a few moments. Another mildly irritating and amusing 'habit' of Hobie's, was randomly putting rarely used items on the higher shelves and forget them, so that when they were needed, you both would scramble around before Hobie found it, remembering what he had done. Apart from putting things in high places and looming over everyone, Hobie finds a lot of significant disadvantages to being tall. Even in his own bed, he struggles to stretch out fully and keep his entire body under the blanket, often opting to just curl his top body around you and stretch out his legs. Many times you've woken up and stretched out your own legs to feel his straightened out underneath your feet, with his chest resting against your back and his face in your hair. Even if you point it out, Hobie simply denies it and plays it off as his 'favorite way of cuddling you at night', which was a complete lie, but at least he's somehow comfortable, even if he looks like a shrimp. Another disadvantage which Hobie has to suffer with, is knocking his head on things. Although he's developed a good sense with when to duck, sometimes he'll let his guard slip and end up hitting his head on the frames of doors. Luckily, he has you to soothe the bruises while you giggle away at his overdramatic moping. Yet, despite being very tall and knocking into things almost 24/7, Hobie's footsteps are soft, non exist at times and he always manages to spook anyone by simply just hanging behind the person until they notice. One of his favorite perks of being so tall, is being able to have people hang off his arms while he swings them around, like he was an amusement park ride. Hobie loves sometimes giving flukes to scare the people hanging off, jolting slightly as if he 'lost his balance'. Of course, he wouldn't dare do this trick to little kids, only to his close friends and you. If you liked to do handstands, similarly to Gwen, he'll gladly let you use his arms, knowing you'll be a safe distance from the ground to land on your feet if you dropped. -🐦‍⬛

Okay no jail time for you (for now) get well soon angel!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Sameee!!! I saw a huge stickbug on my last vacation and my mind was going "it hobie" the entire time

As someone who has tall ass friends back in hs and college, i know the pain of being an armrest for my gigantic friends. Definitely Hobie would do it just because he sees you quiet and peaceful just standing there so ofc he had to ruin that peace by using you as his personal armrest 😂

Stunlocked HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE WE AN ELDEN RING ENEMY?!

I'm also a firm believer of shrimp Hobie when he sleeps. Also if he ever gets a bigger and taller bed I'm sure he'd still sleep like a shrimp bc he's so used to it 😆

Him hitting his head on top of doors is 50% his fault bc he always jumps when entering doors so he could slap the wall atop it (you know like how guys do back in gym class? A competition who jumps the highest)

You need to baby proof the edges of tables and counters for Hobie 🤣🤣🤣

Imagine coming home to seeing hobie swinging billie and mona around on his long arms

The perks of having long limbs is so you could catch your partner without worrying if your arms are long enough!

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Sunshine pt. 1

Written: Oct 03 2019

Ray Merrimen x Black Female Reader

Request for my bff @titty-teetee <3

He paid his debt to society. Ten years of solid prison time had left an impression. But it hardly suppressed his illicit nature. Ray bit off a large bite of the convenience store burrito, it was as tasteless as the shit he had in max and went down just as hard. But it was good to be back in the world. Once again back in the neighborhood, he knew so well. And finally, around the friends, he grew up with and served with.

Ray stared at his phone, swiped through long history there as he collected bits and pieces of information. Then suddenly, a blasting glimmer of light hit his down-turned lids. His eyes turned up toward you, there you were, the bright afternoon sun glinting off your dangly earrings. His girl, his Sunshine. The rays brought drama to the moment as it bathed you in white yellow crowning your head of tight curls in mahogany and sunflower yellow. It turned him on. He loved how you tried to fit in now. Clothes much more expensive than the general store rags you pilfered back in the day shaped to your body. It wrapped beautifully around you. His eyes, eager to take all of you in, travel down your thick body, the tight jeans fit snuggly around the roundness of your ass, and the width of your thighs as you walked toward the store.

Ray remembered what it meant to have you. Tears streaking down your face after a strained orgasm. The tight impulsive way you slid down his body when you wanted attention. He had missed the cues back then. Admittedly he had been a fucking fool to ignore the love you had for him back then.  

But he wouldn’t let that go twice. He held onto that promise as you walked into the store. His eyes dropped down to his phone again. You stood out boldly among the others. That bright smile could bring up the room easily. His eyes traced your face and then along to a few others, he guessed that was your colleagues.

Ray clicked the screen off and then tossed into the seat next to him. For a few seconds, he caught glimpses of you perusing the shelves, your habit of touching every item your eyes landed on was still there. There were still parts of you there that he remembered fondly.  The arch in your brow when you finally hit on something you wanted. The light steps, almost like you glided when you walked. Something akin to an angel quality, he thought, living in the hell of Los Angeles it was a rare find.

“Ya, I’ll be in tomorrow.“ You said with a mildly agitated tone.  "It’s my day off but you’ll owe me, Becca.” You continued pointed your finger at her and made sure that the woman across the desk with the handle of the phone pressed against her ear knew you meant business.

Grabbing up your belongings you walked out of the office, your steps were quick taking you down the elevator and through the lobby without a hitch. You stepped out into the cooler evening air. Another day, another dollar. You hardly had time to pause these days and take in what it meant to have a steady job. Though grateful it wasn’t what Ray had left you in, you were more than aware that it could have been worse.

Out of the parking lot of about twenty vehicles, you walked toward yours. The thick soft plastic of your flats thump on the asphalt you pulled your phone. Keith had messaged you.

Hey love, I’m bringing dinner over. See you.

A deeply warm grin pulled at your lips. Like in your heart the soft threads of devotion began to become intertwined with his. He was a full-blown romantic. Keith was suave, his voice light though powerful it sank right into you. He was strong, dependable and offered the safety you only saw in the movies.

And most importantly, he allowed you to focus on what mattered—getting your life back on track. You cracked your car door open, still staring at your phone. So maybe your head-space was in the land of Keith’s devotion. Because the looming shadow to your right drew in closer than you would have ever permitted.

Distracted by the now absence of light, you turn to the towering figure and in the midst of identifying him, you caught his reflection. Did you see that right? The beard, you remembered the rough hair as it emerged from between your thighs.

Your eyes landed on him before his wide hand pushed your door closed.

The air picked up around you whipping his sweaty scent into your face. He smelled the same. “Ray?” you asked, though you knew who this was without doubt.

Ray as he slid between you and the driver’s side door of your car as he spoke. “Sunshine.” The sun washed over his face in evening gold, the dusting of pink lit his brown eyes to rust. It was like you remembered, those eyes and his ability to stare right through you.

The circumstances of why you broke it off came flooding back. His self serving loyalty that only meant you got something out of it if the opportunity aligned in his favor. Ten years had not been long enough for you to forget how he used you.

“What the fuck do you want? Come to pin another robbery on me?” you bit off as you stepped back folding your arms across your chest.

“’Come on, that didn’t happen. You got questioned.” he said.

“I lost my job. I lost my home—I lost everything.” You stopped talking. The man in front you was always the igniter, the reason for your burning rage. And this time was no different. You could feel the heat of anger licking at your words.

“Move, Ray.” you gritted.

“I wanted to see how my Sunshine was doing these days.”

“Stop calling me that. MOVE, RAY!” you yelled, the hurt in it cracked at the end. “You didn’t give fuck at all when you went to prison and left me with nothing!”

His eyes moved over your shaking form. He could see the pain there, the rot of how he left you in your face as it easily contorted into a rage. You had given him so much more than he gave you. Ray knew that now. Older, maybe wiser he wanted to make it up to you. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch that Ray Merrimen could be merciful in his brutality.

“Ten years Ray!” you shouted again, the sun glinted off the shiny red nail polish as you wiped away tears.

The anger in you, he caught the brunt of it when your dark eyes settled back on him again. Black as the guns he hoarded and just as deadly. You look at him and he felt the shot to his heart.

He knew you better than you knew yourself. Or at the very least, he knew what motivated you. Ray stepped forward, drew his shoulders and stance to his full height as he took the final step. But the wild and tender parts of your pain had you backing up from him. You couldn’t take another hit like that from him.

“Stop.” You squeaked out passed the weakening resolve. “You don’t get to make up for shit with me!”

He felt differently when he touched your face. Ray’s long rough fingers grazed your cheek as it swept to the back of your neck. Gentle. His other hand, the fingers tilted your chin up to look at him. A mighty change from ten years ago when a younger more reckless Ray would have just pushed you aside.

Ray felt the shake in your shoulders, the hitched breath in your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Enveloping in you in the warmth he lacked all those years ago. Silently, he promised himself to make up for it. He didn’t feel complete until you finally gave in. Your hands and arms slid under his flannel and over the white tee shirt and brought him closer in.

His hands glided back up and held your face in his warm palms. He made you look at him when he spoke. Another difference you noted. The old Ray wouldn’t have cared if you listened.

“I’m sorry. I’m just asking for another chance…” said Ray, as he raked his rough knuckles under your jaw. But the reunion didn’t last long. Resentment bit back. How dare he think you could just forget.

You elbowed your way from him, pushing and then shoved him back hard though he didn’t move an inch.

“Fuck you, Ray!” you shouted once again, tears streaming down your face you walked around Ray. You got in your car, stunned and hurt you looked at him standing there still as he watched you too.

You pushed away from the memories of before. In a time when he was yours, and maybe you belonged to him too. But that was the past. And he couldn’t make up for that now.

What a wonderful life you seemed to have made for yourself.

Ray strode through your living room. His eyes moved from the quality of the curtains, the furniture, the double glasses on the sleek coffee table and then finally to a photo on the wall. You were in it, a man half his size hugged you from behind. The smile on your face didn’t match the vacant expression in your eyes. Ray knew that look too.

At first, he just wanted to get a feel of you again. Maybe relearn your habits, get to know what made you tick again. But as he walked through your home he found himself at your bedroom door.

He stood there, staring into it seeing the soft way only you could decorate but not daring enough to move in closer.

And before he had a chance to rethink it he walked over to your drawer. He forced himself at first not to open it immediately. He wasn’t sure what he would find there after all. Obviously, you lived here with someone, or partially—but it was enough for Ray to keep his cool.

He opened the first drawer and plucked a dainty pair of your panties. He just wanted a look. They were purple, maybe a shade of pink he didn’t know but he absolutely knew without a doubt you had worn these. He pushed the crotch of it into his nose. Even past the detergent, fabric softener, there was a subtle scent of you. Ray stroked the hardening length stretching his boxer briefs under his loose jeans.

He remembered how your wet pussy was when you rode his face. He had never knew what real joy and freedom was outside of watching you cum on his mouth. Because then you were open and free to show him everything you hid from others. It was the fire in you that he missed.

That part of you he should have appreciated more. He unzipped his jeans tugged and released his large cock from its trap and held it as he inhaled the fragrance you left behind.

Ray stroked himself as he imaged how creamy you looked with one of his loads dripping out of you. That thought alone brought on his orgasm and splashed across the contents of your drawer. The mere thought of you coming back home, bathing, then putting a one of these was enough to make him cum again.

He wiped off his hand with the thin fabric, folded it and placed it back in your drawer.

Ray shut it back, he replaced himself within his pants as he looked around once last time.

He wouldn’t feel so manic anymore. In time you would remember too—that he loved you, still even after all this time. And he wouldn’t let you go again.

The man was slick, dressed in some luxury suit Keith chatted with his work pals as he sipped on his capped coffee or some shit.

Ray was ready. Squared up and pissed off that this man put his hands all over his girl.

The betrayal hit hard. He knew it had been ten years but right now, as he watched the man laugh with a curl in his lip Ray wanted nothing more than to bash his face in.

Ray knocked the cup out of his hand, the contents, hot– steamed up as it hit the ground. Keith didn’t have time to protest before Ray knocked him across the jaw, then the chin and as his head snapped back Ray popped him again, in the gut.

Keith hurled over, wretched up a thick concoction of coffee and whatever he had for breakfast as Ray kneed him in the face.

The other three suits didn’t move. They didn’t so much as speak when Ray turned to them marveling in the shock and fear spreading across their face Ray smiled back.

He turned back to Keith, stared at the man with righteous fury as Keith sank to the ground in his expensive suit.

“Next time you put your hands on her you’re going to disappear.” Ray’s voice was calm and despite the warp of paranoia currently flooding into his mind, he kept it that way. “Do you understand?”

Keith looked up, confusion and blood all over his face. “My girl? Who the fuck are you?” Keith bravely spoke up.

Ray jerked up him by his lapel shoved him against the brick building barely missing the gutter along the corner. “She isn’t shit to you now. You understand? Don’t fucking talk to her, don’t text her. You got that?”

Keith writhed in pain at the back of his head, then when he realized he couldn’t move he nodded.

Ray nodded, mocking the bleeding man he smiled as he spoke. “Stay away?” he asked.

Keith, frozen in shock, echoed Ray’s words in a soft voice.

“Stay away.”

You couldn’t place the smell. But it stuck to the inside of your nose and even made each breath you drew add to the rawness at the top of your mouth.

You remembered drinking. The taste of some tart-sweet cocktails still rolled around the back your tongue. Ray’s face glided back to your memory. The moments and snippets of a night out with him began to resurface.

And in the moments before you opened your eyes you remembered Ray’s face drawn into a smile, his eyes held yours and his hands greedily held on to you as you drank.

When your eyes opened you were met with the image of your bedroom. You tried to move but the muscles of your legs, ass felt heavy as hell so you rolled to your back.

You laid there in the wave of tingles and tiredness for a few minutes. You struggled to remember how you got home the path from the bar to your front door was at least twenty minutes. But right now it only seemed like you could remember the last shot and the sound of the squeaky frame of your bed.

The hot water from the shower melted away the night before. Happily, you felt great, though hungry so you were quick to finish. Stray drops splashed from the tips of your hair as you wrapped it up to the top of your head. The soles of your feet cooled under the wood of the floor as you walked to your kitchen. Thoughts elsewhere, mostly on Ray, you glanced at the pile of clothes on the couch in your living room but you didn’t get give it a second look. You walked through on your way to the kitchen, rounded the corner and come face to face with the naked broad chest of a man.

“Hey Sunshine,” Ray’s smooth voice jolted you back and away but one of his long arms pulled you back toward him.

“Ray!” you said, lightly your hands fall to his chest, then your eyes land on your hands and the swirls of hair in between your fingers. “And..you have no clothes on.” The bewilderment in your voice came across more than the fear that he was there.

“The bar…Keith never showed up…” you said but quickly Ray overwhelmed, crowed you as his hands tugged at the sash of the robe.

When he leaned down to you, the smell of washed skin hung as he pecked the corner of your mouth. “Fuck that piece of shit, baby girl.” he breathed, your body began to shiver with his hands pulling back your robe.

“Take me back,” he asked, his hands rough like his voice slid down over your naked ass. Ray hunched over you with his six foot five frame swathing your body with his presence.

You pushed back but he kept you there. Wrapped in his arms.

“Did we?” you asked, your breath became more shallow. You were mad that you wanted him but also too afraid to admit it. But you also wanted to know what had occurred the night before.

“I didn’t touch you…I could have..” he said. The heat of his body glided up to you, his hands dove passed your asshole to your cunt. “But I’m going to show you now.”

His fingers caressed your folds, urging you to comply. “Ah, there it is Sunshine.” A tinge of hilarity mixed with sultry want lingered in his voice. Slowly, he walked you back to the living room. He had you now. The past pushed back against the weight of the present, you suddenly remembered everything about his body and how he only made you feel.

“I’m going to fuck you on that couch.” One his hands came back, held the base of your neck, the other came from around your ass and buried into your pussy. You jerked, even twisted a little as he immediately remembered your body too.

“You want me to fill you up?” groaned Ray, then kissed your moist lips. He pulled back stared at you as he pushed and rubbed your clit whipping up your wetness. “Answer me.” He demanded.

Your blood pounded in your ears and warped the sound of his voice entangling it with the tone of his past. He was bad, all wrong you knew that. Somewhere deep inside your soul, there was a part of him that would put you through that all over again.

It was in his nature.

Your hands found the sides of his beard, you caress him drawing him into your kiss again.

“Sunshine,” his voice sounded light, tender—different.

You considered long enough. “Ray…I’ll take you back. But you better not hurt me again.”

“You’ll have more to fear than just handcuffs…” you smiled when you spoke, but promised with your eyes. Ray laughed, the sound of it rang in your ears sent a shudder down your spine. The tough crooked man and his menacing energy rived up the longing within you. It stroked at the unabashed want he always brought out in you.

Ray pushed you back on the couch, spilling your robe open exposing the thickness of your body, your dark shiny smooth skin.

His eyes, steely and determined roamed all over you as he began to unbutton his pants. “I’m going to give you everything.”

Ray’s pants dropped, he pulled at his underwear and your eyes settled on the large cock that flopped out. The bright pink tip weeping with want for you. A smile crept on to his lips at your reaction. He bent down, hovered over you before settling against your spread legs. “You forgive me?” he asked, the prickles of his beard tickled your chin before his lips pushed over yours.

“Do you?” he asked against your lips.

“Yes..” you whispered as Ray pushed against your entrance. “I do, baby…” you said again.

You breathed before he plunged. You remembered right, he was just as big and wide as before. The smoothness of his strokes hit the spot, the hot bundle of nerves buried deep inside you pulled and stretched around him.

“My…” Ray moaned, and then said roughly, “Sunshine.” his hands gathered up around your breasts holding them as he kissed you again.

His soft, warm tongue glided over your bottom lip, he sucked it into his mouth and then pressed his lips in once more. The slap of skin matched the heady breaths beating from your lungs.

You groaned, the reaction to his love could not be kept silent. Ray remembered lovingly how much he use to make you scream.

He released your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck he grabbed up the back of your knees opening you more to him. Ray filled you as he promised. The length of his cock pushed to his balls inside of you. His long, strokes dragged within slapping against your wet folds.

“Oh my god Ray…” your head rolled back, you both fought the feeling and welcomed it.

He smudged a kiss across your lips before he spoke. “’Missed this big cock in your little pussy?” a smile, satisfied and growing dark creased within his beard as he looked down at you.

Your eyes fell on his face, you remember this feeling—being taken so strongly, so tenderly. “I missed us,” you said between thrust.

Ray’s hands left your knees and found your face pulling your lips back to his. Seconds passed with your lips locked to his as he slid a hand between your bodies.

“I love you…never stopped.” He said the tips of his long fingers glided over your hard clit. “I want to fill you up,” he murmured over your lips. “Sunshine. I want to give you a baby.”

His words, his fingers draw upon something you never considered. “You want me..?” he asked, as he pushed harder, fucked you deeper. You clenched around him, the wave of your cunt responded before you could answer.

“Fuck that baby into me…” you whispered, Ray’s eyes narrowed his hand-pulled from you as he slipped from your body. He flipped you over, bringing your neck to the arm of the couch. You felt the heat of his chest, the slick of sweat of his arm as it pressed against the back of your neck. And he was back inside before your next breath. Ray began to pound into you, your hand hooked over the rim of the couch to brace your body for his rounded thrusts.

You moaned, whimpered every time he pulled out then plunged back in. You fall into yourself the tightness of your thighs reflected the taut sensation in your belly. “You’re going to be feeling me for weeks..” his voice, deep guttural is the trigger. Your eyes flew open, you shuddered all over when you come apart.

Your labored breathing, the stunted murmurs are enough to drive him into a racing pace. He leaned back gripped your hips he has dug in with every pound. And it hurts, you dip your head into the arm of the couch to catch your breath. But Ray doesn’t stop until he too finds himself releasing hard into your tight pussy. His hands suddenly left your hips, both large hands slapped over your ribcage, jolting you into an arching stance as he dragged his hands, your body fully back onto his cock as he came.

Ray’s hands rise along the length of your body until he reached your shoulders. Grabbing you up he pulled you up against his chest as he slipped from your body. His warm cum seeped from your used, swollen lips. His mouth, the smell of his sweat fanned over you as he spoke. “You’re mine…” Ray kissed your ear, and then pecked the skin behind your ear as he swooped your hair away. “Do you hear me?”

You nod lazily you were still buzzing and aching from your orgasm. “You’re the one who left me,“ you whispered, but the hurt in your voice faded as you shifted from him.

Ray’s hands kept you there, jerking you back up and against him, he held you by the waist, the throat.

“I won’t make that mistake again, Sunshine.” Said Ray, lovingly against the hold on your neck he placed kisses up to your jaw, your temple. “I have a job coming up. You won’t be left behind…on my word.”

You had decided that Ray was a fucking liar.

And without fail he had separated you, once again, from the people you had grown close to. Keith had caught a deathly beat down to the point the man wouldn’t even look at you now. You were livid and with little room to express just how much you resented Ray. You didn’t have his number because, why would he leave you with a way of contacting him? You were furious.

The same shit—over and over again.

The news came out that the Los Angeles Fed was infiltrated. You absolutely suspected Ray.

It was your job he hit.

Once again, it reminded you of the confrontational nature Ray had, the impossible was always the point of the challenge for him.

So you ducked your head down, kept at your job and said little to anyone.

Hurt turned to resentment quick when you realized the very man that had returned to your life had also put your job at risk. But also with the worry, a pain like no other surfaced when you learned the gang had been killed. And despite the anger. You did love him. So you called the people you use to know. Like the passionate woman you were you actually went looking for Ray.

But your efforts turned nothing up.

If he were dead, wouldn’t the police department glorify it? More than likely the embarrassment that one got away was why it wasn’t in the papers, splashed all over the internet, or the news. But after awhile the resentment came back and it was enough to stop looking. Fuck him, and fuck his heart.

And that’s were your mind was when you opened the front door. A round of loud knocking pulled you awake early one Saturday morning. You rolled out of bed, anger already stirring inside you, fixing your mouth to curse whoever it was at your door.

But when you opened it no one other than a small cardboard package. It had stamps all over it. Foreign, distant places some you had never heard of. So you picked up it, curiosity spreading across your sleepy mind you carried in and sat on the couch.

You flashed back to the moments Ray left you notes everywhere. The memory of a time he was willing to give in a bit, bare his neck to you for love. Ripping at the brown paper tape the lip opened easily to a few slips of crinkled stationery, an envelope, a phone and what looked like a postcard.

You pulled out the card, over it in dusky orange, grey was the dark silhouette image of Big Ben in sunset, the tall tower stood proud in the evening sun. You flipped it over and it read: Sunshine.

Your eyes went back to the contents of the box as you set the card to the side. Next, the note, you were shaking as you tapped into something wild, forbidden. Your heart was beating fast you slipped the note into your trembling hands.

The phone only has one number.

I wish I could go back. Make it all better again. But what’s done is done we can only move forward. And we will.

You stared at the note. And then the anxiety smoothed out. Anything that you were thinking up until reading that note fell away from your mind.

Ray remembered.

All of the hate you had held for him was struck away by this beautiful criminal gesture. Your Ray, in his own way, had held to his promises. And the hope, the only bright thing you could feel had you gripping the phone. You rolled it around in your hands until the face of it stared back up at you. You turned it on, waited for it to boot up as you unknowingly held your breath.

Ray had always needed a little sunshine in his life…

Part 2