#sadly the pair aren't likely to be around much longer

[allisonreader]

[penkura]

knowing [4/8]

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

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

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

Note: Timeskip time! I do really gloss over Fishman Island yes, I just had to lol. Slightly shorter too, but longer chapters are coming up!

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3]

Arriving back in Sabaody caused you to take a deep breath while you watched the various people from the shoreline. Finally, you were going to see your crew again, and though you had been so welcomed by the kunoichi village and were grateful to them, you couldn't wait to see your found family again.

You couldn't wait to see Sanji again.

Promising to keep in touch with your temporary home, you left the kunoichi who had brought you back to Sabaody and started making your way towards Shakky's bar, watching the vivre card in your hand to keep you from getting lost.

Every now and then though, you'd catch sight of blond hair and have to do a double take, making sure you weren't completely passing by Sanji, only to be fully disappointed when you saw it wasn't him. You'd even see people with orange and blue hair, wondering if it was Nami or Franky, once again disappointed to see it wasn't either of them.

You were, however, beyond excited once you finally saw one of your crewmates, shouting to them and running to hug them.

“Robin!!”

You threw your arms around her while Robin laughed and greeted you. You were the first person she'd seen as well, having the same problem where she saw people that looked like your other crewmates but weren't them.

“I wonder who else might be here.” You thought aloud while walking with Robin to Shakky's bar, anxious to see the rest of your crew.

“Well, Brook is definitely here. He's hosting a concert.”

“Oooh yeah! I've got one of his TDs, it's not bad,” you grinned a bit at the thought, “think he'd sign it for me?”

“I'm sure he'd be delighted to.”

You both laughed a bit, before you saw another head of blond hair, stopping and turning quickly to see if it was him. When you saw it wasn't, your shoulders slumped and Robin gave you a smile.

“Looking for someone?”

You were quite obvious about it, even you knew that.

So you turned back around, smiled, and linked your arm with Robin's before continuing onward.

“Just the love of my life.”

You and Robin laughed, despite you're being serious, talking about your two years apart on your way to Shakky's. You'd see Sanji soon, whether once you got back to Sunny or while you were on Sabaody.

You'd see him soon.

+!+

"What, the moss head was the first one here?!"

Shakky laughed and nodded at Sanji's surprise. "Franky arrived ten days ago, but left to go check your ship."

Duval bragged about how he and his crew protected Sunny, while Rayleigh reassured Sanji his coating job was perfect, the Sunny was fine, and you'd all be able to leave for Fishman Island as soon as you were ready. Ignoring Duval, Sanji was more than glad to hear Nami had made it to Sabaody and had gone shopping a few days ago, then Usopp arrived three days prior, and Chopper did so as well, while Brook had a concert that day. The only ones left had been himself, Luffy, Robin, and of course, you.

Hearing you hadn't arrived yet slightly concerned Sanji, he'd expected you to arrive much sooner, maybe even before Zoro, but definitely before you all were mentally scheduled to meet up. He knew you'd be fine, he trusted you and knew how strong you were, but still Sanji was worried your ride to Sabaody may have been late. Luffy would never leave without everyone there, but it sure would be easier if you had a way to communicate that you were near.

"Have you…heard from [Y/N]...maybe?"

Smiling slightly, Shakky shook her head no and watched as Sanji slumped down a bit hearing that. "Sadly no, I haven't heard from your girlfriend."

"W-What. How–"

"You aren't exactly subtle with that lovesick look on your face, young man."

She laughed a bit at him, watching as Sanji stood up from the bar and excused himself, saying he was going to search for ingredients to stock up the Sunny's fridge for when you all left. The whole time his face was bright red and Shakky knew she had guessed right. You and Sanji were practically hanging off each other the whole time you were in Sabaody two years ago, she just knew you were together from the little bit of time you'd been around.

"What a lovestruck cutie."

+!+

"Was that…Sanji?"

"Where?!"

Smiling at your antics, Robin let you hide behind her and look around for your lover, although she wasn't entirely sure why you were hiding. She knew the two of you were together and in love, maybe you were just nervous about not seeing him in two years. You had ended up cutting your hair while you were training, deciding it would be better for fighting. You had changed your outfit to a well fitted tank top and loose, knee length shorts with your basic ninja sandals (like from Naruto ok). You were sure Sanji would love your new look, but it made you nervous to think about seeing him again.

Hopefully the two years apart hadn't made him rethink your relationship or anything.

"Rayleigh, Shakky!"

"Aah, Robin and [Y/N], you're both here!"

Robin nodded while you stepped out from behind her and waved.

"You both just missed Sanji."

"Oh, how unfortunate." Looking over at you, Robin gave you a knowing smile and you did the same, your nerves calming down just a bit. You may have missed out on seeing him just then, but maybe it was for the better. You two would see each other again soon enough, more than likely unable to stay away from each other or keep your hands to yourselves (not in a sexual way you pervs) for a while once you did see each other.

You and Robin stayed for a bit to catch up with Rayleigh and Shakky, thanking Duval and his crew for their help in protecting Sunny as well as they could, before the two of you decided to separate for a bit. Robin would head right for Sunny, but you wanted to do some shopping for some clothes and to maybe find Sanji. When you were in Sabaody last, you'd barely had a chance go look at the vendor stalls before the events with Camie and the Celestial Dragons, and then being sent off like the rest of your crew of course, you didn't have much of a chance to shop around and find anything you wanted.

You ended up buying a mini transponder snail and a few clothing items, deciding you should start heading towards Sunny when you saw a vendor selling kunai and shuriken, and you were instantly drawn in. You were running low on funds, but desperately wanted some new knives to use for any upcoming fights. You were so engrossed in looking and working out the math in your head on how many you could afford, that you nearly jumped three feet when someone wrapped an arm around you and told the vendor to let you get whatever you wanted.

If you hadn't recognized the voice, though slightly deeper than you remembered, and the smell of tobacco mixed with a familiar cologne, you would have whipped around and punched the guy in the face before placing a knife at his neck. Instead you turned around so quickly, coming face to face with the one person you'd been so anxious yet excited to see again.

"Sanji."

"Hey there, beautiful." Sanji gave you a smile and brushed a bit of your hair out of your face, noticing you were tearing up. "I've been looking for you!"

"Sanji!!" You threw your arms around his neck, letting him lift you up and spin you around while you cried out of happiness.  "I-It's you! You're r-really here!!"

"Of course I am! Couldn't leave you with that moss head to get lost or anything!"

Once he set you back down, you got to take a good look at Sanji and see how he'd changed over the last two years as well. He'd swapped his bangs from the left to the right, he'd grown out his goatee more, and even had a mustache now. Even if he still looked exactly the same as two years ago, you'd still think he was handsome and be in love with him.

Of course, Sanji still thought you were beautiful, he'd even say drop dead gorgeous now. He didn't have the chance to tell you so before you kissed him and hugged him again.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, love," Sanji hugged you close, thankful that his two years of hell and running on the Kamabakka Queendom were finally over, and that he was back with you in his arms, "you have no idea how much."

+!+

After all of you were finally together again, you and Nami had spent so much time hugging and giggling over the boys being themselves, once you began your course down to Fishman Island, all you really wanted was to stay near Sanji. Knowing you were going to the land of mermaids, it worried you a little that Sanji might start rethinking your relationship, considering you were apart for two years.

You couldn’t have imagined that your crew would be separated once again, so quickly due to the volatile nature of the ocean depths. Waking up in Camie’s place a short while later, you were glad to see Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Sanji were all with you, being escorted elsewhere by your friend, until you met more mermaids who were close with Camie.

Sanji tried, he really did, to not let it get to him, especially with you around, to not fall over himself around the mermaids, unfortunately, despite it all, he still ended up nearly bleeding out from all the other pretty girls around. You chose to stay with him and Chopper after he’d been given a blood transfusion to keep him from dying, and once he woke up, Sanji was almost on the floor in front of you apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, my love! I’m such a fool of a man!”

“Uh, Sanji—”

“Please forgive me!! I love you more than anything!!”

Before he’s able to say much else, you take his face in your hands and shut him up with a kiss, allowing you both to get your thoughts straight before you say anything in response to his groveling. Honestly though, he should know you better by now.

“I’m not happy about the situation—”

“I’m so sor—”

“But, I’m not going to be mad at you anymore. You’ve apologized enough and I believe you’re really sorry,” you give Sanji a smile, before rubbing your nose against his and making his face turn bright red at the affection, “I’m sure you went through a lot while we were apart, so I’ll give you a pass this time.”

“Mon amour, you’re the only one I love that much.”

“Yeah, I know, so if you do that again, I’ll have to clean my kunai.”

“…oh.”

You laughed a bit at Sanji’s reaction, which made him relax and smile in return, before he kissed you again.

“I swear, you’re the only one for me.”

“And the same for me, cutie.”

+!+

After you’ve all helped to put a stop to Hordy Jones and Luffy prevented the ship Noah from destroying Fishman Island, you’re glad for a reprieve that turns into a party with food and drinks. Every member of your crew, all the Fishmen that can fit in the palace, had a blast and the party continued on for so long that you and Sanji had to step away for a few minutes alone.

Somehow, luckily, you found an empty closet that you could sneak into, finally getting some time alone after everything that happened. You started out just talking and holding each other, before Sanji started kissing you all over your face and making you giggle, every now and then quieting yourself if you heard footsteps. You were still trying to keep your relationship a secret, so Sanji understood you silencing your giggles for a moment wasn’t because of him, it was to keep someone from opening the door.

“Hey,” Sanji kissed your cheek again, smiling at your giggle while you gave him a questioning look, “What if…what if we told everyone?”

“Hm?”

“About us. I mean, its been a while and part of the crew knows already.”

“Sanj—”

“Only if you want to!” He kissed you again to make sure you knew he wasn’t going to force you to tell everyone if you weren’t ready. “We can wait until you want to, I just—”

“Sanji,” you have to take his face in your hands to make him stop before he rambles too much, forcing him to look at you as you smile at him, “I think it’s fine if we tell everyone. We’re both in this for the long haul, I don’t think they have to worry about us making things weird by breaking up or anything.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mm-hm!” You nod and give him another kiss, causing Sanji to hug you tightly. He really was a little worried you’d reject the idea, but if you tell everyone, it’ll make it easier. You won’t have to sneak around and keep everything to yourselves.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Sanji!” You giggle when he starts to kiss you face again. Sanji really is the sweetest man you’ve ever met, you feel so lucky to have him as your boyfriend, maybe future husband and father to your children one day, if he wants that with you too.

Unfortunately you’re interrupted when someone opens the closet door, and the sigh is familiar enough that you feel your face heating up.

“Can you two stop being gross for one day?”

“Zoro!” You shouted while Sanji pulled away from you to give a glare to your swordsman. “What are you doing?!”

“I was looking for the bathroom!”

“This obviously isn’t it!!”

[anonymous-dentist]

A very quiet evening from the Merpepito AU

Read here on Ao3

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Ever since leaving the Reef, Pepito has tried to stop thinking about Pepito's parents. Pirates don't have parents. Bad Pepitos don't deserve parents. So Pepito doesn't have parents, mostly because Pepito knows that all of Pepito's parents have a new Pepito now, so Pepito really doesn't have any parents.

But now Apa Roier is on the ship, and Pepito can't stop thinking about him. He's Apa Roier, he's Pepito's hero! But he hates Pepito, Pepito just knows it!

So Pepito does what Pepito does best: Pepito eats candy.

After deciding that Apa Roier isn't a Bad Guy, Captain Celbi made Misters Pacandmike go back and get the groceries they left behind, and he told them to get extra candy as a punishment for leaving the groceries behind to begin with.

It's been a couple of hours since then, and the candy jar is now hidden in a cupboard in the galley behind a big bag of lemons and oranges. Nobody knows it's there except for Captain Celbi and Pepito, and he'd winked at Pepito when he'd hidden it, so it's probably fine that Pepito is sneaking it before dinner.

Pepito crawls into the cupboard and closes it behind him. He's small enough to be able to fit between the bag of fruit and the back of the cupboard, so that's where he sits.

He pulls the candy jar into his lap, and he tries to open it, fails, smacks the jar with the palm of his hand, still can't open it, fights the urge to cry, sticks his nails under the lid of the jar and pushes until the lid pops off. He yelps as the lid smacks his nose. Ouch!!

Pepito's glasses are still broken. Miss Mouse said she'd fix them using Demon Magic, whatever that is, so she has them now, leaving Pepito blinder than ever. But that's fine, Pepito doesn't need glasses to eat candy!

Sadly, and definitely not while thinking about how much Apa Roier hates him, Pepito pops a candy into his mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue; it tastes like Yellow. Yum!!

Pepito loves candy. Pepito especially loves the hard candy that Sky Pepitos make. It lasts longer and it has more flavor and it makes Pepito's mouth tingly after too long and that's so cool. It's like eating bubbles!

Dinner isn't gonna be for another hour, so Pepito is preeeeetty sure that nobody will catch him with the candy. But, really, it'll be fine because pirates are evil, and nothing is more evil than eating candy before dinner.

But then the galley's door slams open and two pairs of heavy footsteps stomp into the room.

"I'm not talking about it," Captain Celbi says, sounding very frustrated. Uh-oh... "Don't you have a child to be looking for?"

"Eh, he's fine, he's a big boy," Apa Roier says, sounding not at all concerned about how angry the big scary pirate captain in front of him is. "But- come on, it's been years! What happened?"

"Nothing."

A cupboard opens. Something is moved around, scratch-scratching against the floor. Captain Celbi sighs, and the cupboard is closed.

There's a creak and another scratch, this one more drawn-out. It sounds like one of the benches at the galley's long table has been moved.

Apa Roier groans, "Whatever. Your chairs suck, by the way. What, did Bad steal all your good ones?"

Oh, so he's at the table. Why? Dinner isn't for a while, and Mister Pac doesn't like there being anybody in his kitchen when he's cooking. He gets distracted, and then the food gets ruined, and then everybody's sad, especially Mister Pac.

Honestly, Pepito hasn't seen Apa Roier since he and Captain Celbi were wrestling on the deck. As soon as Pepito realized that Apa Roier was actually staying, Pepito ran off to give his glasses to Miss Mouse, and Pepito has been hiding since.

Another cupboard opens.

"Maybe," Captain Celbi says. "We aren't exactly a Navy ship, you know. We don't have the money for fancy stuff like furniture."

"Wait, you're broke?" Apa Roier gasps. "No mames, man, aren't you a pirate?"

Something metallic slams against wood.

"No," Captain Celbi tensely says. A pause, and then: "Sorry, sorry, I-"

"No, I get it," Apa Roier says. He sounds like he's smiling- he always sounds like he's smiling. "It's fine."

"Yeah," Captain Celbi breathes. "It's... it's fine."

(What does Captain Celbi mean he isn't a pirate? Is he trying to trick Apa Roier? Because that won't work, Apa Roier is a genius!!)

"So you aren't a pirate, no big deal. But even regular guys have decent furniture. What the fuck is this, wood?"

Three knocks against wood. Probably Apa Roier.

Captain Celbi laughs. "I'm sorry? I don't know what mermaids do, but-"

"Mer-people, Cellbit. Don't be sexist."

"Oops."

"What the fuck do you mean, 'whoops'?"

More scuffing of wood, and then Captain Celbi is shouting and laughing and audibly stumbling into a cabinet as Apa Roier swears at him.

"Get off of me, what the fuck?" Captain Celbi shouts. Now he sounds like he's smiling, wow. Pepito keeps forgeting he can do that, he does it so rarely when there are people around. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Mm, yes, you're Captain Cellbit, a super scary not-pirate. And you're sexist."

"I'm not sexist!"

"Then say it right!"

Pepito covers Pepito's mouth with the palm of Pepito's hand to keep himself from laughing at the shocked little noises Captain Celbi makes. Apa Roier is super good at arguing. He's good at everything!

Pepito's smile falls. Right. Apa Roier is good at everything. He deserves a better Pepito, a Pepito that didn't do the Very Bad Thing.

"Fine," Captain Celbi dramatically sighs. "I don't know what merpeople do-"

"Much better."

"You're welcome. But we make our furniture out of wood. You guys probably use, like, coral and stuff, right?"

"Wow, and you're racist, too?"

"Shut up!" Captain Celbi groans.

Apa Roier laughs, and Pepito fights the urge to laugh with him. But he can't know that Pepito is here. Pepito is doing a crime. Apa Roier doesn't need to be more disappointed than he already is.

There's a long pause. The familiar rustling of Captain Celbi's coat, the swishing of Apa Roier's sleeves against his shirt as he moves his arms.

Quietly, Pepito pulls another candy from the jar. He puts it in his mouth, and he is silent.

"Still got muscles, I see," Apa Roier comments.

"Not as many as I did then," Captain Celbi replies. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Years, yeah. Crazy, right?"

Apa Roier laughs. Captain Celbi doesn't.

Instead, Captain Celbi says, "I'm still not going to talk about it. Not yet. But... I missed you."

"Aww! You didn't even know me!"

"I knew your face."

"I do have a very good face."

"You do. I'm very happy to be seeing it again."

"Just my face?"

"No- of course not! I'm happy to be seeing all of you. For the first time. Because you were... different."

Quiet for a moment.

Pepito listens intently. He doesn't know what this conversation is, but he thinks he likes it. It's a lot nicer than half of the conversations Apa Roier had back at the Reef. Less shouting. More smiling, even through Apa Roier's words.

Then, Apa Roier says, "You were different, too. But it's fine, you know? Just means we get to be different with each other now."

There's a wet noise, and Pepito has known Apa Roier long enough to know how he gives face kisses. Every time he gives one of Pepito's other parents a kiss on the cheek or the forehead, it's always loud and exaggerated and real funny, especially when Apa Mariana starts fake crying and runs out of the room because it wasn't Tía Melissa or Tío Slime.

This sounds no different, but it is followed up by something that sounds a lot like Apa Roier moaning, and that makes Captain Celbi laugh... and it makes Pepito fumble and drop the jar of candy off his lap and onto the floor of the cupboard out of shock.

Both Apa Roier and Captain Celbi go quiet.

Pepito sucks in a breath and covers his mouth with both hands. He is quiet.

But then there are footsteps, and then the cupboard is being opened, and then the bag is being moved, and then there's Apa Roier looking at Pepito with wide eyes and a red face.

"Is it him?" Captain Celbi asks.

Pepito's mind races. He doesn't wanna get in trouble! Apa Roier already hates him, and- and-

"Pinche Pepito," Apa Roier sighs in the Language of the Sea. "Come here..."

He reaches into the cupboard, and he scoops Pepito up and pulls him out into the galley.

Instinctively, Pepito's arms latch around Apa Roier's shoulders. It's almost like it was back when Pepito was a Good Pepito, but it isn't, is it?

Captain Celbi steps closer. His face is blurry, because Pepito isn't wearing his glasses, but Pepito does notice that Captain Celbi's coat is gone and his shirt sleeves are rolled up past his elbows.

"Are your glasses still broken, Pepito?" he asks.

Pepito nods. He can't look at Apa Roier, but Apa Roier is probably disappointed...

"Ay, that's fine," Apa Roier says. He bounces Pepito in his arms. "You and I can both be blind now."

It takes a moment for Pepito's brain to catch up with Apa Roier's statement, but, when it does, Pepito immediately panics, because where are Apa Roier's bottom two eyes? Apa Roier is half spider crab and half fish and half Ocean Pepito, where are his bottom two eyes?

No wonder Apa Roier ran into that post on the dock, he's missing two eyes!

Pepito sniffs and hides his face in Apa Roier's neck so he doesn't have to see the Sea Witch's curse.

For whatever reason, Captain Celbi quietly awwws; Apa Roier just sighs and raises a hand to gently rake through Pepito's hair.

"I"m sorry," Pepito silently says, but he wishes the Sea Witch gave him a different curse so he could actually apologize to Apa Roier because Apa Roier has to hate him now, Pepito knows it! Apa Roier loves his four eyes! He thinks they're cool! He always shows them off! And now he's missing two!

Pepito's body starts to shake from fear and frustration. Stupid Sea Witch! Pepito's gonna beat him up like a pirate would! Because Pepito is a pirate, and the Sea Witch hurt Pepito's Dad (even if Pepito's Dad isn't Pepito's Dad anymore.)

"Pepito?" Captain Celbi asks.

"Oh, Pepito, it's fine," Apa Roier sighs. "I'm not actually blind. What, is all this pirate stink killing your Pepito Brain?"

"Hey!" Captain Celbi protests. "We don't stink!"

"He's lying, Pepito, I could smell him from underwater. That's how I found you guys. Yuck!"

Apa Roier makes a horn-like sound, and a small laugh escapes from Pepito. It's hoarse and quiet and all he can manage without his voice, but it's enough to make him stop almost-crying.

Pepito misses his parents. They're funny and they always know how to keep him from crying.

"Your father is a bully," Captain Celbi tells Pepito. "He hurt my feelings, so I deserve a candy."

Pepito's head perks up at the mention of candy. He looks at Captain Celbi with a splotchy red face and with pink, tear-filled eyes, and Captain Celbi just smiles back with sharp teeth.

"And I think you deserve a candy, too," Captain Celbi continues. "After all, it must be very scary to not be able to see as well as you usually can."

"And what about me?" Apa Roier demands.

Captain Celbi rolls his eyes. "You, too. Don't worry, guapito, I didn't forget about you."

He freezes, halfway turned towards the cupboard with the candy.

"Well, gatinho," Apa Roier says, a slight teasing hint to his voice even with the red tint to the tips of his ears, "just get me the biggest candy you have, okay? To make it up to me?"

Captain Celbi's smile only grows wider.

"Of course," he says. "Whatever you say."

Pepito doesn't really understand what a "gatinho" means, but it's enough to make Captain Celbi happy, so it has to be a good thing.

-

It's apparently a good enough thing that Apa Roier gets to spend the night with Captain Celbi in his cabin. They're having a sleepover, lucky.

Pepito misses having friends to have sleepovers with. He misses Sunny and Empi and Leo.

Maybe Pomme would want to do a sleepover.

That would be nice.

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A/N:

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Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, slight mentions of drug use; mentions of human trafficking, poorly translated Russian ( @miriamnox, I need you!)

Word Count: 391

Previously On...: You devised a plan to start buying drugs at the strip and pretend to use them to get intel. Sam is hesitant, with good reason.

A/N: Two parts today, since this is so short. Get hype!

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The plan was surprisingly successful. Well, it was in the beginning, anyway. You’d managed to do a fair job of faking being blitzed well enough in Kozlov’s presence to pick up some useful intel. A few days after you’d first started buying, you were in his private lounge, “tripping” as Kozlov spoke to a few of his men. “Nachal'stvo nedovol'no tsiframi, kotoryye prinesli posledniye neskol'ko devushek,” he said in Russian, too cocky to think any of the women around him could understand what he was saying. The bosses aren't pleased with the numbers the last few girls have brought in. “Oni slishkom pokhozhi na krek-shlyukh, chtoby za nikh mozhno bylo platit' prilichno.” They look too much like crack whores to fetch decent prices.

“Chto zhe oni ot nas khotyat, boss?” the man you’d silently dubbed ‘Henchman #2’ asked. What do they want us to do, then, boss?

“Prinesite mne svezhikh devochek,” Kozlov said. Bring me fresh girls. “Molodyye devushki, khoroshen'kiye devushki. Devushki, kotoryye ne vyglyadyat izmuchennymi. Oni prinesut nam boleye vysokiye stavki, i zmei ne budut tak sil'no dyshat' nam v sheyu.” Young girls, pretty girls. Girls who do not look used up. They will bring us higher bids and the snakes will not breathe down our necks so much.

“YA nenavizhu etikh bossov, boss,” #2 said. I hate these bosses, boss. “Oni nikogda ne byvayut schastlivy i vsegda trebuyut ot nas vse bol'shego i bol'shego. YA ne ponimayu, pochemu my ne mozhem likvidirovat' zem seychas. U nas yest' klub; nam bol'she ne nuzhna ikh pomoshch'.” They are never happy, always demanding more and more of us. I do not understand why we cannot eliminate them now. We have the club; we do not need their help any longer.

Kozlov laughed mirthlessly. “Pozhaluysta, Dmitriy, no ty byl by durakom, yesli by popytalsya. Eti lyudi gorazdo boleye zhestoki, chem vy mozhete sebe predstavit'. A dazhe yesli udastsya ubit' odnogo – chto oni skazhut? ‘Otrubite odnu golovu, i na yeye meste vyrastut yeshche dve.’" You are welcome to it, Dimitri, but you would be a fool to try. These men are far more brutal than you can imagine. And even if you manage to kill one– what is it they say? ‘Cut off one head and two more will grow in its place.’

Holy fuck, you thought. You needed to get back to Sam.

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 5 - Crossroads of Feelings

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: A little drinking and bonding has never hurt anyone right... Right?

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

It's been two weeks since I went to Jensen's for coffee, and since then, we've been growing closer. We meet up every few days for coffee and casual conversations about anything and everything, and the chemistry was defiantly building, with long gazes and subtle touches every so often, it felt like a slow burn.

I often spot Jensen walking down the street with his kids, and when he sees me, he waves, and I wave back. It was nice seeing him out and about, looking lighter and happier than when I first met him. It's all very neighbourly. Katie, his daughter, sometimes stops by when I'm checking the mail just to say hello. These small interactions have become a regular part of my routine.

But over the past few days, I've noticed less of Jensen. He'd wave when he saw me outside, but once he was back indoors, it felt like he vanished.

Well, not from my mind. Thoughts of him seemed to occupy my every moment, replaying his words and the way he said my name. It was frustrating because I found myself missing him. I didn't like being home without his presence nearby.

I started lingering longer at the office, arriving at 7:00 am and leaving at 6:00 pm. Even at home, I fought to keep myself busy with calls and contracts, trying to distract myself, to not depend on him, but nothing seemed enough.

I hated the affect he had on me already.

Today flew by faster than I wanted, and before I knew it, I was driving back to my quiet house as I did every evening. As much as I was starting to love my new life in LA, I missed having friends. I missed having people to talk to, to laugh with. Making friends here felt near impossible to me, and I didn't know where to begin.

Pulling into the driveway, I froze when I saw Jensen sitting on my porch, a bottle of wine in hand. What a nice surprise.

I smiled and stepped out of my car, making my way towards him. When he saw me, he stood up and greeted me warmly. "Y/N.. Any chance you'd like to have a drink?"

I laughed and nodded, moving to unlock my door and invite him inside. He looked around the house with genuine interest, as if he's never seen a house before, which warmed my heart.

"Wow, this place is beautiful." he commented.

I chuckled and shook my head at his compliment. "Jensen, you don't have to be polite. Compared to your house, this is just an apartment."

He shrugged with a smile. "Maybe, but mine doesn't feel like home. It's just walls and windows. Yours, though, it has this Y/N vibe all around."

"A Y/N vibe?" I repeated, amused. "I like that."

Grabbing the wine glasses, I returned to Jensen, noticing him studying a photograph on my wall. "This is cute. Who are all these people?"

I moved closer, the way his breathing hitched making me smile, "That's my dad, my mom, my sister Christina, and my other sister Stephanie, and of course me in the middle."

He smiled widely and nodded, "What a beautiful family."

Though it was a simple compliment, it meant the world to me. The word beautiful has never really been used to describe me, or my life.

"Thank you, Jensen. I haven't talked to them much since moving here, so it's been tough. But this picture always brings a smile to my face."

He frowned slightly, sipping his wine as he took another glance at the photo. "Why don't you visit them? Or have a housewarming party and invite them here?"

I laughed sadly as we moved to the couch, Jensen sitting beside me. "My parents aren't in the best financial situation so taking a flight would be hard on them, plus driving is like 41 hours so that's out."

His expression softened, eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that surprised me.

"My dad does odd jobs like painting and electric work," I explained, "My mom works at a local diner. They manage, but money's always tight. Even though their divorced, they still live together because neither one of them can move out. That's partly why I moved here, hoping to send them money to help out each month."

His expression was different than I've seen before, his eyes filled with admiration and tenderness, his usual charm replaced by a heartfelt sincerity that caught me off guard.

He was silent, and I started to feel like I said something wrong. I quickly gulped the rest of my drink and stood up from my spot, "I'm sorry, that was probably too much information. I didn't mean to turn this into a pity party."

His hand gently gripped mine, shaking himself out of his trance. "No, not at all. It's just... surprising to hear is all."

"Why?" I questioned, sitting back down beside him.

His hand remained on my arm, gaze locked on mine. "You're different from people around here. Kind, generous. I feel like people here are constantly expecting things; but you give. Like when you came to my place about Katie and the broken window, I half expected you to dance home thinking about a huge payday. That's how people usually are."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "I hate that. My parents never asked for money, and neither have I. When my window broke, I went straight to my boss to make sure you wouldn't have to pay."

He smirked, squeezing my hand. "Was it covered, though? You said it was."

I bit my lip nervously as my gaze dropped, "Doesn't really matter, right? It's fixed."

"Please tell me?" He asked softly.

I sighed and brought my gaze to his, smiling nervously. "It wasn't fully covered, actually. To file a claim, I needed your information. But I didn't know if many people knew you lived here, and I didn't want to expose you over a broken window."

Confusion flickered across Jensen's face as he looked down, his hand still holding mine. "But you didn't even know me. Why protect me, put me ahead of yourself?"

"It didn't matter who you were." I replied softly. "I wouldn't have asked for money. I only came to your house to make sure Katie got home safely; everything else was a surprise."

He froze, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of passion and affection, his gaze drifting to my lips. His hand slowly moved to my cheek, causing my breath to hitch. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, hands tangled in my hair.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as we lost ourselves in each other. His knee moved between my legs and I shivered. He groaned against my lips when I scratched his back.

It felt like we were falling apart together, all our defences crumbling around us. We breathed each other in, falling into each other.

But then everything changed.

He pulled away from me unexpectedly, his expression filled with shock and fear as he looked down at me. "Shit, I... I'm sorry." he whispered.

Confusion and hurt blended in my chest. "You don't need to apologize."

He stood quickly, helping me to my feet and moving towards the door with regret in his eyes. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't want that to happen."

His words hit me like a slap in the face, my heart sinking into my stomach, breath catching in my throat. "Oh... right. It was a mistake."

He halted, guilt engraved on his face. "Oh... no, Y/N, that's not—"

Forcing a smile, I opened the door for him, holding back tears threatening to spill over. "It's okay, Jensen. I should go to bed anyway. Have a good night, okay?"

He froze, shame evident on his face, trying to meet my eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

I felt embarrassed for assuming we were on the same page, that there was something between us. Now, I was left with a broken heart and a bruised ego, wondering how I could ever face him after this.

Jensen walked away from Y/N's house with a knot of anxiety in his stomach. Guilt weighed heavily on him as he replayed the evening in his mind. He cared about her deeply, but it wasn't supposed to happen like that. He wanted to kick himself for not handing the situation better, for hurting someone who had been nothing but kind to him.

Back home, he paced the living room, unable to shake the feeling of regret. He knew he had hurt her, and the thought pained him. Y/N was special to him, different from anyone he had met since his divorce. She was genuine, caring and he felt a connection he hadn't felt in a very long time. Yet, that very connection scared him.

He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. He couldn't stop thinking about her, her warmth, her smile, and the way she had opened up with him in a way that nobody had since his life became a whirlwind of schedules and public apperances.

He grabbed his phone several times, fingers hovering over her contacting, wanting desperately to reach out and apologize, but each time, he hesitated, unsure of what to say or if she even wanted to hear from him.

As he got into bed, he made the decision to give her some time and than make things right. He wanted to explain everything, apologize for how he handled the situation and for hurting her, hoping that when he did, she would understand but the fear of losing her was anxiety inducing, he didn't want to lose the one person who made him feel alive again.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 6 coming soon stay tuned!

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[propertyofwhitney67]

Saving Grace

DoL Whitney x Reader

Word Count:766

Warnings: PTSD like flashback/episode, allusions to rape/assault, the usual DoL stuff

I laid awake smoking and watching him sleep, he looked so peaceful and cute like this. A side of him I only get to see when we're alone. I looked around the room, much cleaner than last time I was over. I made a mental note to tease him about it another time.

I reached over to the ashtray on the bedside table and ashed the cigarette I stole from Whitney. As I did he shifted and gripped my hip tighter to keep me from moving. I smiled down at his sleeping form. Face scrunched up, hair a mess, and only wearing sweatpants he looked perfect in my eyes.

I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm glad I did. In a way he's been my saving grace, my sanity. I continue on for him. Without him I don't know where I'd be, maybe the underground brothel or farm. I still get nightmares about my time in both of them.

I don't think he knows about all of it. What I have to do and what I've done. It's for the best he doesn't, I don't want to think of what'd he do. I leaned over again and put out the butt of my cigarette in the ashtray.

I leaned back into the pillow as he shifted again, this time sitting up. "Dreams again?" He asked groggily while rubbing sleep from his eyes. I gave him a silent nod in reply to which he replied with a hum.

He reached out and manhandled me into a position he liked then laid down face first into my chest causing me to laugh. He playfully slapped my thigh and pulled the blanket over our bodies. Once comfortable enough he grabbed hold of my right breast and used the other as a pillow, "They can't hurt you here." He said quietly into my chest, making me smile sadly. The dreams are never ending just like the encounters. It makes me want to hide away with him, but I have to face the world and this shitty town with its shitty people.

I ran my hand through his hair making him hum in satisfaction. I continued to pet his hair till his breathing evened out and was asleep. I stayed up longer to admire him more, but eventually I too succumbed to sleep. The dreams aren't as bad when I'm with him.

I dreamt of a dark room and shady people. Pink humming lights and crowds cheering. The full picture always left me when I woke, but I always remember the feeling it gave me. I opened my eyes and quietly looked around fearing the worst but only finding Whitney's plushies. His bathroom door was cracked and the shower was running.

I sat up slowly to get my bearings. I was safe, I was ok. Nothing can hurt me here. But I can't stay…and there's always one right around the corner, watching and waiting. More will follow. I grabbed Iggy the whale, his favorite plushie, and held it tight as memories started to flood in and refused to leave. I could feel them all around me, grabbing and groping. The words they spat and the horrible things they called me. And god the smell. Everything was beginning to spiral around me when I was suddenly pulled out.

I peeked open my eyes and looked up to find a pair of worried blue eyes…Whitney. He looked distressed and frantic. “There you are slut.” He said with a sad chuckle, trying to keep it together, and loosened his grip to let me sit up. I didn’t move, just continued to stare. Waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. “It's just you and me Y/n.” He tried to reason with me. I could hear the earnestness in his voice and looked around to see no one but us. 

I took a deep breath and realized how close to tears I was. I sniffled and wiped at my eyes to keep the tears from falling. I sat up on my knees and looked at Whitney. He still looked distressed, but he was hiding it the best he could. “I’m sorry….” I trailed off not really knowing what to say. I just had an episode, a flashback I guess you could call it. They always felt so real. 

For the first time since coming to I realized he was only wearing a towel and was still wet from his shower. “Don’t fucking apologize.” He said with his voice breaking at the end. He pulled me close and didn’t let me go.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

[lyrenminth]

time apart

Warning: explicit descriptions, piv, oral (fem receiving), Justin being corny.

Sorry for the format, it is weird but I hope you can read it.

You always received Justin with a kiss and a hug as soon as he entered the door, it was a tradition you decided to adopt when you got together. You knew he liked it since he always leaned on to kiss you and touch your ass. "How was your day, baby?" you asked. "Good" he said, smiling. When the days were "not so good" you would hugged him tighter, he would hide his face on your neck and lift you a little bit from the floor. "It's better now" But this was the first time you're going to be apart in a long period of time, since your sister gave birth recently and you decided to help her for the first two weeks, since it was a difficult childbirth for her. At the beginning Justin was hesitating. "No one else can help her?" he asked not hiding his worry. You were having pasta with shrimp for that dinner night. "No, my mom isn't in condition for traveling" "She can hire someone. I'll pay for it if necessary."

You sighed. It was the first time Justin behaved like this, but he was nervous. Since you came into his life to change everything, he couldn't keep worrying about you. He wasn't overprotective, but you were the most important person in his life right now. It wasn't the end of the world. True, but he almost never saw you in person. "It will be a couple of weeks baby" you said, kissing his forehead. "My sister needs a familiar face to talk to. And I'm dreading to see my niece" "Okay" he relented. "You'll be working anyway. I'll call you during dinner each day. Don't worry" "Will you watch my games?" "Always, honey" When both finished eating, Justin put the dishes in the dishwasher while you cleaned the table. When a pair of strong arms hugged you from behind, you gasped. Justin kissed your neck. "Can I show you how much I'm gonna miss you?" he asked, biting your earlobe. Words weren't necessary. Justin, indeed, missed you. When he opened the door and no one was there to receive him he felt bad, lonely. Dinners without you felt boring and the food never tasted the same for some reason. The house was quiet, without your laughter or your weird playlists or you dancing around and arguing with yourself. You had a spot in his life now, your absence was notorious. And he never felt like this before. It was scary for him sometimes to like you this much. To care this much about you.

The only moment he looked forward to was when you called him during bedtime. The pictures and text were fine, but seeing your face and expression was better. You talked about each others days, how was your sister, your niece who was the most chunky and smiley baby he has ever seen. "You would be a great mother" he said in the call when you send him pictures of you holding the baby. "Do you think so?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows. He grinned. "One-hundred percent" "Our babies would be athletic thanks to you" you said. "And would have her mother's brain" he added. "Oh, come on you're smart too" "Not like you" "Yeah, sure" you deflected the compliment. He rolled his eyes, you always did that when he says something good about you. Sadly, you weren't good taking compliments. "I'm waiting for your comeback" he confessed three days before you arrived to LA. "Aw, are you missing me?" "Yeah, kinda" You snorted. "Kinda? I'm going to stay longer then" "No, I mean... it's your sister but yeah, the house doesn't feel the same if you aren't here" And I don't like to sleep alone. He didn't looked at you when he said this. You knew how hard was to him express his emotions. Again, it scared him how much he cared about you. Finally, after spending time with your sister. Watching Justin win two games and meeting your lovely niece, you were home. He was in practice, so you took your time to take a shower, unpack your stuff and make a snack. You told him you'll be arriving late to surprise him, and as soon as you hear the car in the garage you wait for him at the door, excited to see him.

When Justin opened the door you jumped on him, he looked surprised but held you tight as you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him in the process. "Welcome home, baby" you said cheerfully. He stared at your face, in disbelief. "You told me..." he stopped middle sentence to kiss you, hard. His lips devoured yours, his big hands squeezing your ass. He started walking towards the stairs. "Justin be careful" you said giggling. When you arrived to your room he dropped you on the bed, and crawled over you. "I missed you" he whispered, licking your neck. His hands were everywhere, you enjoyed his desperation. "You smell so good" he said, digging his nose in the valley of your breasts. You sat down to take off your shirt, you weren't wearing bra so he quickly focused on your boobs, kissing one nipple while massaging the other breast. It felt so good to be in his arms again. You felt safe and protected, Justin always gave you calmness and security, things you needed. You started rocking your hips against his, trying to find a good spot to stimulate your clit or to relieve the pain and necessity in your core. You grabbed his hair, playing with it, moaning soft words if affirmation that you knew he liked to hear. The trails of kisses went south, Justin stopped in the waistband of your shorts. "Raise your hips" your obeyed, he took them off along with your panties. As the good man he was, Justin trace your folds with his thumb, then opened your lips to show your clit and glistening pussy. "Mmmm" you moaned moving your hips, dying for a touch. "How much I've miss this" he stated, eyes full of lust stared at you. "Show me then" you prompted. He leaned on, his tongue licking all over. It felt so good that you cried a little bit. Because you've miss him too. He proceeded to swirl his tongue over your clit, soft strokes that made your legs and belly tingle. "Baby, yes" you moaned, touching your own breasts, rocking your hips lost in the pleasure. He groaned, seeing you like this made him so hard it was unbearable, but he wanted to hear the moans coming up from those pretty lips. He put a finger inside your pussy, trying to stimulate your g-spot, when you started struggling to get away he knew you were close, he pinned your hips down with the other arm. "Justin..." you cried as the orgasm crashed inside you like a wave. You went limp for a few seconds, trying to recover your breath. "Oh my good" you said, he kissed your one last time before standing on to take off his clothes. Until then, you didn't realize he was fully clothed. You enjoyed the view as he took his underwear, and stood naked in all his glory. Justin was built like a demi-god, tall, slim but well-defined muscles everywhere. His erection stood proud, the pink tip glistening with precum, you started getting horny again. Without shame, you opened your legs so he could have a better view. "Fuck" he growled, in one movement he was on top of you, kissing you fiercely. You needed more. You reach down between your pelvis only to grab his penis and gave him a few pumps before guiding him to your entrance. "Fuck me, Justin, please" he bite your bottom lip and you let out a hiss. Finally, he slipped inside you, inch by inch. Making you feel full again, you clenched your walls around his shaft. You put your arms around his neck. "Baby..." he whispered, stopping once he was inside you. "I'm sorry if I can't give you what you want" he was clenching his jaw. "God, it feels so good" he thrusted one time, and shifted the angle and started moving once again. Those deep thrusts were building heat in your core. He hid his face in the curve of your neck, as he always did. "Yes, oh, Justin" you were running your hands through his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax in each thrust. He whimpered close to you ear somehow making you wetter. The sound each thrust was obscene. "Come for me baby" you said, straddling his hips with your legs.

"Fuck" he groaned. "Cum inside me" you begged, clenching around his shaft, one of his hands squeezed your waist to stop you. Justin got tense, groaned and you felt him throbbing inside you. He rolled over and sighed. One strong arm searched for you, to keep your closer. "You really miss me" you said, playfully. "Mmmm" you drew on his chest with your finger. He was getting sleepy. "Yes" "I miss you too" you declared, he opened one eye, and smiled. "I realized many things when you were out" he confessed, that sparked your curiosity. "Like what?" That I want to marry you, I want to have you around and talk to you every chance I get. That no matter what happens, I want to be by your side, hold you like this each day and night. Justin was never good with deep words, but his actions spoke volumes when he was with you. You understood he wasn't going to tell you love words, but he would search for you in a crowd. "I like you more than I'm able to tell" he stated under his breath, you almost didn't hear it. He flushed, and you giggled at his reaction. "Good to know" you hugged him tight.

All the love you didn't expect was lying next to you.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Please tell me somwthing good happens to Hawkwing! I know a lot of his writing is crappy (with Pebblepaw especially, but the writer's views on romance in general is... iffy) but he is one of my blorbos. I love what he says about grieving, that he likes remembering her.

I just... wish he and Pebbleshine wwren't first cousins.

Well, quite a few things are going to happen to Hawkwing.

I need to properly read his super edition, but with the actual books?

He and Plumwillow are becoming mates! Sandynose is still the father of Plum's kittens, but they break up. She has fallen out of love with him. They get together during Squirrelflight's Freedom, noted by the Allegiances. Though, they aren't having more kits. They agree they have enough collectively. Also, side note, Plumwillow doesn't mentor anyone but Sunnypelt much later on. Just makes me feel a bit better.

He is featured more during The Broken Code, as he is Rootspring's grandfather, and I want Rootspring's family to actually get some focus instead of being props. He is a proper grandpa and spoils his grandchildren rotten whenever he can.

He gets a horrible wakeup call during his super edition, Hawkwing's Flight, when his father Sharpclaw joins The Kin. He is forced to kill his own father to protect those he cares about.

He and Pebbleshine have a different relationship story now. He is very awkward around her when they are young, but very kind to her. When he saves her, she is filled with guilt, but he lets her cry and grieve with him, as she and Duskpaw were incredibly close friends. His feelings are more consistent with what we see later on in AVOS. It hurts to lose his brother, but his brother would want to be remembered in a happy way, and his mentor helps him with that too. He isn't perfect, of course, and part of him WANTS to be mad at Pebblepaw. Hawkwing's Flight is about grief, and moving forward with it.

Speaking of Pebbleshine, no! He and Pebble are no longer related! Pebbleshine and Parsleyseed are now the children of Tinycloud and Canyonfang, an OC who joins the Kin... Or he would have if Tinycloud hadn't absolutely BODIED him. Tinycloud ain't no soft momma. (Also, while Sharpclaw x Cherrytail gives me the ick, Sparrowpelt x Tintcloud does as well. Age gap is shorter but unless it's a specific circumstance such as same age but one is just teaching the other, I'm never pairing apprentices and their mentors)

Hawkwing, Blossomheart, and Duskpaw are now the children of Sharpclaw and Ebonyclaw, who permanently joins Skyclan, but got into a very toxic relationship with Sharpclaw. He used her to appear better, as if he took a 'kittypet' mate, no one would suspect his hatred for them. (By the way, Cloudmist is now Cherrytail and Shrewtooth's kit, in case you wondered. She is so close with the SharpEbony litter she may as well be their sister though.)

He sadly is gonna have a rough go of thing's during A Starless Clan. Leafstar suffers a sudden heart attack due to the Starless Clan Curse activating, along with the fall from an incredibly high branch taking her final life. And just as he is about to step up and announce that he will take her place, Waspwhisker and the other missing cats enter the camp. So... Who has the rightful claim to leadership? Hawkwing has been deputy for a while now, sure, but it was always stated in the beginning that if Waspwhisker came back, it would go back to him...

Skyclan begins to split itself down the middle. One half vouching for Hawkwing, the other for Waspwhisker. The issues down in Riverclan and Shadowclan reaching their peaks as Hawkwing and Waspwhisker desperately try to keep the peace...

[loversipod]

I love your writing😭 Could I possibly request something fluffy with Niall? Like you’re not having a good day at work and he surprises you with lunch or something like that?

Thank you 😭

Thank you so much 🫶 Sorry that it took me so long

Summary: When you say you hate your job you mean it, but something that makes it better, is your boyfriend Niall. He often showed up at your workplace makes the people laugh, and a aves you from dying of boredom.

Pairing: baker!niall x gender neutral!reader

Wordcount: 634

Trigger warnings: none

When y/n says you hate your job you mean it. Your boss only lets you do paperwork. You were excited to start working after your vocational training. But your boss hates you and you haven't found anything new. So you are stuck here.

Ding.

One new message.

You looked at your screen. It was from Niall, your boyfriend of ten months. He’s the most caring, kindest and sweetest guy you ever dated.

They meet at the end of their vocational training and ever since that happened they are so in love.

She clicked on the message and had to smile.

Niall: Are you still alive?

Oh and the funniest guy you ever dated. That’s what you forgot.

Y/n: Sadly yes :( What’s up?

Niall: Nothing, wanted to make sure that all the paperwork didn’t kill you ;)

You let him on read and continue with your paperwork. You got often in trouble for texting even though it was just short you still got in trouble.

You got punished too. You had to come on the weekend and do all the stuff you didn’t finish. You need a new workplace. Your boss is awful. You aren't the only person who gets treated that way. There are some more.

The company has to hire women because of the quota.

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You started your break and before that, you found out that you have to work longer because someone got sick. You forgot your lunch too. All you want to do is hide in the bathroom and come out when you can leave. But you can’t. And you don’t want to go buy something the stores are twenty minutes away when you walk.

You make yourself a tea and sit down in the break room. Then you heard the laughter that you could not overhear. Your lover gets along with a lot of people.

They love him. How can you not love him?

He pressed a kiss against your cheek, “what are you doing here?” You always look so happy when he's around. You thought it was love. He pressed a kiss on your soft lips.

“Missed you,” he smirks. You rolled your eyes.

You giggled when he kissed all over your face, “tell me the real reason.” You pulled him down on his neck and pressed a passionate kiss on his pink lips.

He playfully rolls his eyes, “I noticed you forgot your lunch, can’t let you die with an empty tummy.” You started to smile like an idiot no matter how bad your day was somehow he can make you smile no matter what. “So you have time, now?” He scratched the back of his neck.

You stand up and pull him by his hand outside the office. His workplace isn’t far away, just five minutes away. But you didn’t want to bother him with coming over and buying some food. He always gets so distracted when you are around him. He basically drolls over you. He’s a simp for you.

Your smile is always so big that your cheeks start hurting, “where are we going?”

“You are not going back to work,” he kisses your forehead. “My shift is over.”

“I can’t my boss is going to fire me,” you explain.

She shakes his head, “then you can look for a better workplace.” He gets a big smile, “let's do something fun,” your smile grows bigger whenever he’s around you. His voice is soft, “let's get my lover some lunch and then we’ll see if you’ll make it back?”

“Okay,” you smile in your comfortable hug. “I love you,” you said out of nowhere. You swear that your heart jumped short when he didn’t answer. ‘It’s okay to not say it back’, you thought to yourself.

“Love you too,” he kissed your soft lips.

[comfysofti]

So, because of the bots that im making I started thinking

If voices had their own bodies, how their feathers would look like?

So yea, here's some headcanons regarding that(plus some stuff regarding wings)((also, hopefully all this doesn't sound weird))

Hero: rather thin and short feathers, straight with no curve to them. Because of their shape, they may look sharp, but they aren't, and are actually really soft to touch! When it comes to the wings however, feathers on them are even shorter, so his wings aren't really usable, sadly(also, note, in my headcanons they all have 3 sets of wings, so yea). His wings in terms of size and length go from: top/shortest -> middle/a bit longer -> bottom/the biggest. He usually can use them to shield himself or something, but otherwise there's not much use for them. And it's all because of the feathers, that just aren't suited for flying

Smitten: wide feathers with fluffy ends, somewhat curved, average length. His feathers are especially fluffy on the chest(plus lots of layers there), so it's really nice to hug him! The same goes to his wings. They really fluffy at the bottom, so it's really nice if he uses them during a hug. In terms of his wings, they're pretty functional, because of their size and the feathers themselves. It terms of size: top/relatively small -> middle/huge and wide -> bottom/slightly smaller than middle ones. Although his wings are more than functional and his feathers aren't in a way of him using them, he doesn't really use them for flying and instead using them to warm up others, or during hugs! He just thinks its a nice way to show affection

Stubborn: long, messy, thin sharp feathers. Those feathers look sharp and are a sharp, and their length definitely accents that, also lots of feather layers on arms. Unlike with previous two, better not touch his feathers. He's not really nice to touch because of them. In terms of wings, well. All of them are rather small and few of them are broken, but he could care less. He doesn't really see any use of them, nor in normal life, nor in battle, and believe that they can be easily used against him(although he could use them to his advantage as well, if he played his cards right). Generally keeps his wings folded, sometimes even tied, hidden under bandages or some fabric

Contrarian: feathers vary depending on body part. On his arms feathers are short, but slightly curved, on chest they're fluffy and really curved inwards, on back are long and wavy ect, the same goes to feather layers, all different depending on body part. The same random thing applies to his wings as well. Each pair of wings doesn't match. On top, one wing is smaller while the other is huge ect. He doesn't really mind it, and somehow can use his wings to fly and what not, despite the feathers being really random on his wings, having no patterns. But he finds his way around. Somehow? Against all logic. But he does! Also, his wings are the most flexible, able to bend basically in every way possible

Opportunist: short and relatively thin feathers on front, wide and bushy on the back. I don't really think i need to explain. Feathers on the front are supposed to give an illusion of his feathers not being an obstacle in attacking him, while his back is nicely protected by his feathers. Because as we all know he's a backstabber and ass kissing bitch, so of course he'll keep his back covered. And wide, bushy feathers do this nicely. They offer nice protection and because of the layering it's hard to damage his back or back of his wings. Speaking of wings, top and middle ones are rather big, while bottom ones are rather tiny, and aren't really functional. He may use his wings for protection or to flee, but there's that. But, generally speaking he more oftenly uses them to cover certain areas of his body that might get attacked during a fight or something. Other times, may try to use them, to make himself look, more friendly, and less threatening, if needed

Hunted: mostly wide, long feathers, relatively soft, but also has smaller feathers here and there. Probably has the most feather layers out of all voices. His feathers are mostly suited for coverage, and hiding in dark areas, especially if we talking about some bushes or other greenery of that sort. Because of their shape he can easily hide himself, and even if something spots him, all those layers will offer some protection! In terms of wings they aren't really wide but are big, can be used to try to intimate someone, if he feels threatened(like some animals do. For example cats make their tails more bushy so to their enemy they look bigger, meaning more dangerous. Hunted uses the same logic). All of his wings have the same size, only difference being the length of the feathers on them. Top and bottom wings have shorter feathers, while middle have really long and sharp looking feathers. Again, all this is for intimidation! Also, because of the amount of feather layers, Hunted is the warmest to touch and never gets cold!

Cheated: thin, mostly short feathers with (mostly) sharp ends. His feathers sorta look like some spikes or thin blades because of their shape. But despite the shape they aren't actually all that sharp, and are somewhat nice to touch, although i wouldn't recommend touching the ends, because they are sharp on his wings. On other body parts ends of his feathers are soft. When it comes to wings, they're pretty damaged, so he can't really use them. In terms of size, top are the biggest, middle the smallest, and bottom are average. Has most feather layers on the wings and his neck, because they can he considered some weak spots, so ya know. Feather layers for protection? Yes. Also, he has no idea how to heal his wings properly when they get broken or damaged in any other way, which led to his wings getting somewhat deformed, and hence unusable for flying, not even talking about simply moving some of them

Broken: thin, long feathers with rounded edges. His feathers aren't the softest but aren't the worst to touch either, rather they just feel smooth on touch and there's that. And his wings? Really small and aren't functional. Despite their size, he sometimes tries to "wrap" them around himself to calm down when needed, but as you figure he can't really do that. At some point he was considering just ripping his wings off, because of how useless they are. No one let him go through with this tho. He probably has the least feather layers, or at least the thinners ones, because of the feathers. Fewer, thinner layers, make him more vulnerable to cold and heat, and more sensitive to touch as well(which is living hell sometimes)

Paranoid: relatively short, messy looking feathers. In terms of wings all are rather average in size, only the top of ones being rather small, but all wings have very long feathers on ends. He often uses top wings to cover his ears or eyes, while the other wings being used to generally cover himself. Sometimes it helps him to relax and calm down since like this, he feels like nothing can see him(which isn't exactly true, but whatever keeps him calm). Similar to Broken doesn't have a lot of feather layers on the body, but his wings have lots of layers, so they may look bushy in a way. In terms of texture, they're relatively soft, but aren't really bendy

Skeptic: straight feathers with inward curved ends, a bit longer than average. Probably has the smallest wings of all others voices, that aren't usable and barely move(and sometimes even barely noticeable. He doesn't really mind this "defect" as long as no one pointing at it. His feathers are really soft, and easily bend, and move, you could say his feathers are the most adaptable, because of how freely they move. If he feels too hot, he can move them around, to cool down, and the other wya around, in cases if he's cold. He sometimes unconsciously moves his feathers (or rather sways them) when he's deep in thoughts, or generally focused on something. It can look very weird from the side sometimes

Cold: average feathers with fluffy(snowflake looking) edges, curved to sides. In terms of wings, middle ones are the smallest, top average, bottom slightly smaller than top ones. His feathers are thin, so despite the bigger amount of layers to compensate for that, he's usually always cold to touch, and generally just feels cold, but never complains about it. Also, fun, or not to fun fact, in a lot of times he forgets he even has wings because he rarely uses them, nor for flying nor for anything else. In those rare cases when he does use them, he uses them to grab things, since his wings are rather flexible. Basically second hands

Idk how much sense these headcanon make, but ya know, still gonna leave them here <:33

[cymbelinaa]

Hello 🥰

Can you do some Villain Deku x fem. Reader pls?

(And the reader is a hero?)

okayyy so I literally cannot see Deku as a villian almost at all, but I CAN see him as a vigilante, so it'll be more vigilante style, hope you dont mind. I actually rlly liked this and ended up writing twice as much as I should have LOLOL

**REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!** Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

All you ever wanted. //Vigilante Izuku x Pro Hero!Reader

contains: angsty shit, Izuku has an obsession with reader, slight yandere themes here.

The weather is foggy, which is strange since it's only 5:40AM. Sadly, you had gotten the short end of the straw, hence you had to get up early and patrol today. Atleast the beach was close by, and when you could have sworn there was no activity you headed over to the shore. It seemed like things the past few days have all gone to head, but the inevitable here is that you had to deal with it anyway. The only thing stopping you from breaking down is the faint warm sunlight visible in the thick smoke.

You sat down in the sand, and the sun slowly started to rise above the waters.

You could have sworn you heard something, but were too worn down to go check the slight commotion, until you heard it again.

This time you were quite concerned, so you turned around. Your senses were telling you that something, someone was stalking in your direction, slowly.

"You could be so much more." A voice called out withing the fog. He was behind you, how could he have gotten behind you? A pair of green eyes and a silhouette could now be visible.

"…What..?"

"I said, you could be so much more, it's such a shame your potential is being wasted here." Was he talking about you?"

"Uh- being where I am now, that's most then what more can accomplish-"

"Anyone can be where you are standing, really. You aren't even in the top 20. It's a shame, the time's I've seen you break down. I can fix that, I can fix you." His body was now fully visible, only a few yards away from you. The sun was now shining directly behind him, so when he reached out a hand, it somehow looked as if he was your savior, a step into the light. You felt almost compelled to take it. ...

It seemed now that the agency you were in was dead. No publicity, no name for yourselfs at all. It was hopeless really. All your life consisted of up was wake up, go to work, eat, and then sleep, and with that somewhat-helpful quirk of yours, you knew there was probably nothing in store for you. Deku, though, was so much more then you. He was known all over the globe for his stunts, he took saving people to the exteremes, and villains no longer had his empathy anymore, earning the title of a cruel hero for himself. The fog had now dispersed, and now barely visible.

"You can come with me, I will help you. I will save you." His hand was still waiting for yours.

"How could you possibly save me, Deku? Im a nobody.."

"As of now, you are. If you come with me, though, I will make sure your name has meaning. You will finally have a purpose beyond others."

"A…purpose?" He could hear the slight wobble in your voice. A purpose was all you wanted, even in your youth. What you feared the most was living a life that had no specialty. You wanted people to know your name, and respect you. You wanted someone who helped you, who loved you.

You ended up feeling a tear start to roll down your cheek, maybe he was trying to save you? He was a hero, after all.

In his eyes, Izuku was saving you. A poor thing such as yourself should have a better future, and Izuku would ensure that for you.

You ended up placing your hand in his, and he started leading you into the rising sun.

You thought about your now future, what was in store for you?  It just feels weird now that it's actually happening..  but this is all you ever wanted, afterall.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Game Night (1)?

a/n: hi! this is a pt2 for my story Burnt Toast and Vodka, hopefully this is wanted lol - i thought it would be fun to continue the dynamic. takes place maybe like two weeks after the events of the diner?? probably a little longer than BTaV so sorry about that; even worse title than the first part lol (aren't i creative); maybe will be two parts if anyone wants a continuation

requested: yes/no

taglist: @coolbeans32

word count: 1.6k

warnings: gif not mine; cursing; i have seen the statue of liberty a grand total of once and it wasn't on the NYC side so I am using media and my imagination to tell you what it's like; a lot of dialogue; really rushed; probably bad lmao

pairing(s): all platonic (for now); yelena x reader, kate bishop x reader, natasha romanoff x reader, bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson x reader, clint barton x reader

Apparently, Yelena was a morning person.

You, however were not.

How did you learn this wonderful piece of information? Well, on one fine morning you were startled out of your peaceful slumber by someone yelling your name and jumping on you.

"[Name]! Wake up, wake up." Yelena shook your shoulders as you groaned and hid your head under your pillow.

"Nooo," Yelena grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground, boping your nose with her finger.

"You said you would take me to see the Statue of Liberty! And I want hot dogs-" Using all your strength, which sadly wasn't much this early in the morning, you pushed the excited assassin off your bed. It took you a few minutes to realize what you did. Hesitantly looking on the floor, you wanted to both laugh and run at the sight in front of you. Yelena looked like a kicked puppy- eyes wide and face scrunched into a pout. Slowly, she stood up, her expression shifting into an amused smirk. You started to laugh, inching towards the other side of your bed, putting your hands up in a surrendering position.

"Heh, Yelena, best friend of mine, let's not do anything rash-" She took a step forward and you were off. You sprang off your bed and rushed to the safety of your bathroom, the short distance seeming like miles. Trying out the fact you learned while watching National Geographic at 3 am, you tried to run in a zig-zag pattern all over your apartment, attempting to confuse the predator. This tactic does not work on Black Widows. In a matter of seconds, Yelena had tackled you to the ground, tickling your sides.

"Yel-Yelena stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You laughed out as the blonde continued her antics.

"I want to go see the Statue of Liberty!"

"Orr we could have a movie day? Without all the crowds of tourists in matching familial t-shirts?" Yelena scoffed humorously.

“You know that song in Little Mermaid where she goes ‘I want to be where the people are?’”

“Yeah?”

“You’re like the opposite of that. You’re anti-Ariel.” It was your turn to look like a kicked puppy, glaring at Yelena until you threw your hands up.

"Fine, we'll go see the Statue!" Yelena smiled before brushing off her jacket and standing up, pulling you with her. As you started to make your way to your closet to change, you caught a glimpse out your window.

"Yelena?"

"Hm?"

"What time is it?" You turned towards the assassin, who paused mid-bite of an apple at your question. She cleared her throat and intensely studied the red fruit.

"Uh, I don't know-" she turned to you, eyes wide as she pointed the apple in your direction, "Have you heard the theory that time is just a construct-"

"Yelena." The blonde hung her head dramatically before murmuring a number.

"YOU WOKE ME UP AT SIX-"

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After you had chased Yelena around your apartment, got dressed, made her buy you two large coffees and a bagel, and apologized to your downstairs neighbor for all the noise so early in the morning, the two of you were out to see the giant green lady with a shield.

On your way to the ferry, your phone buzzed a few times. Curious to see who had messaged you, as the only person you texted was currently playing peek-a-boo with a pigeon, you opened your phone.

unknown: hi, [name]. how was your bagel.

You rapidly hit Yelena's shoulder to get her attention, showing her your phone screen. Yelena just laughed before turning back to the bird, who was probably waiting for food.

"Oh, yeah, I gave Nat your number."

If you had food in your mouth you would've choked and died.

"YOU GAVE-" pausing to look around and lower your voice, "You gave the Black Widow my phone number? The very woman I spit freaking vodka all over a few weeks ago?" Yelena chuckled and looked over her shoulder at you.

"[name], she doesn't blame you. Don't worry about it! My sister is very nice. Also, she needed your number to give to the others for game night - which is tonight by the way." You were positive you had gotten whiplash just by listening to Yelena speak. Sighing, you hung your head, pocketing your phone.

"We should get in line now if you want to see the Statue and Ellis Island in a span of a few hou-"

"You don't want to do that." Yelena's cautious voice paused you.

"See..the..Statue?"

"No! Of course we are going to see the Statue, I meant leaving my sister on read." You hurriedly dragged your phone out of your pocket, sending a quick response to the Avenger. Yelena nodded, acting proud before hooking her arm with yours, dragging the two of you towards the ferry.

The hours passed, as you and Yelena walked around the towering woman, the Russian assassin rambling facts about the Statue off of a pamphlet she had snatched.

"Did you know that she is struck by lightning 600 times a year? Oh and that it was a gift from France but it came all disassembled? The Shield took over-"

After you had gone around the Statue twice, made a photographer cry, and visited Ellis Island, You and Yelena were back on the ferry. You leaned on the rails, watching as the sun started to set, the golden rays illuminating the horizon.

"Did you have fun today? I definitely did. Oh, what's your favorite candy?" You turned towards Yelena, who was wearing a foam Statue of Liberty crown and holding a pretzel out towards you. Taking the twisted goodness, you replied.

"Oh I definitely had fun. So much fun that the family in matching t-shirts didn't bother me. And maybe Sour Patch Kids? I don't really eat that much candy." Yelena nodded thoughtfully before sending a message on her phone. The ferry's intercom beeped, signally it's arrival back to the shore.

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One thing you didn't expect to see when you walked into your apartment was the Black Widow and Hawkeye sitting on your bed, watching the Office. The sight made you pause in your doorway, causing Yelena, who was behind you, to run straight into your back.

"[Name]?" You shakily pointed at the duo, Hawkeye raising his hand to wave at you without looking away from the screen.

"Hi I'm Clint." You nodded before being pushed. Yelena walked over to her sister and placed a Liberty crown on Natasha's head.

"[name] took me to see the Statue!" As Yelena, Natasha, and Clint discussed the day you and your best friend had, you remained in a state of shock.

"Holy shit, I have Avengers in my home."

"It's crazy right?" A voice behind you made you jump, spinning around to see Kate Bishop, face just barely visible from the giant collection of candy and popcorn bags piled in her hands, "I mean- that's freaking Hawkeye!"

"Kate? Wha- Oh let me help." You took a few pounds of snacks out of the archers hands, placing them on your island. Making eye contact with Yelena, you gestured wildly towards Kate, Nat, and Clint, confusion in your eyes.

"It is game night, [name]! you know, that fun pastime westerners do? I told you before we boarded the ferry and Clint Barton made a group chat so we could all communicate, though I have not been getting notifications-" Yelena gasped and glared at Hawkeye, who looked a bit sheepish. Yelena slapped the back of his head, "You did not make the group chat? Great now my best friend is going into a panic and it's your fault. Pridurok!"

Kate placed a hand on your shoulder, genuine concern in her eyes.

"Hey, if this is too much then we can go." You shook your head, setting your shoulders.

"No, no, it's all good. Besides, playing game with Avengers can't be too nerve racking-GAMES! Crap, Yelena, I don't have any games! They're all in storage somewhere-"

"I got you, don't worry," Another voice sounded from behind you, this time you slowly turned around, your mind going blank as you saw Sam Wilson - Captain America, standing in your doorway, arms full of board games, movies, and bottles of alcohol, "Games, videos, and booze, at your service."

"Hide the vodka!" Nat sounded out, making you turn and glare playfully at her. She stuck her tongue out at you while Yelena and Clint stifled their laughter. Your best friend clapped her hands together, Natasha and Clint turning off the TV to look at her. You and Kate sat next to each other on the bed, her knee brushing against yours. Sam arranged the snacks and drinks on the island before joining the little circle forming on your bed. Yelena was practically shaking from excitement, her arms slung around you and Natasha's shoulders.

"Now Barnes just needs to show up and-"

Sam laughed before raising a hand to paused the excited blonde.

"Buck got here hours ago." Nat and Clint looked at each other before turning towards Sam.

"No, we've been here for a while and-" Like on cue, the toilet from your bathroom flushed and the door opened, revealing the Winter Soldier - wrapped in a fuzzy My Little Pony blanket? The burrito of a feared assassin waved at you before coming to sit by Sam. You just stared, along with everyone else.

"You have a nice blanket collection." Was all he said before taking the box of Monopoly out of Sam's hands and placing it in the middle of the circle. You blinked a few times before laughing to yourself.

"So I guess this is my life now. Don't tell me - Tony Stark is hiding in my fridge."

"No, he's at the Spider-Kids graduation - they'll come next time though." Clint answered, setting up the game. Natasha smiled at you, handing you a game piece.

"Shall we play a game?"

[bts-hyperfixation]

I Was Mermaid For You

Kinktober Day 12 - Hoseok/cockwarming

Warnings: Cockwarming, hand-job, Y/N is a mermaid who gets hit by a boat, blood mention/injury mention

It was a beautiful day when you first met Hoseok. Well, met might be a bit strong. You had watched him from rocks at a distance as he sailed with his friends. You knew you should’ve dived for cover, but you couldn't help yourself. His heart-shaped smile which is so infectious you had to see more. You followed them on their route, his obnoxious laugh like a siren’s call. It was like he was meant for you.

From then on you followed their ship whenever you saw it. Sadly, this was not as frequently as you would’ve liked. He and his friends were fishermen for their seaside town, they fished in this area once every two months. You couldn't help but get sucked in by their antics. When they went fishing they seemed like they were having the most fun. They played games, sang songs, and ate delicious fresh food.

One day you let yourself get a little too close. Too enraptured in their behaviour you didn't notice the anchor coming towards you. It struck against your side and cut along your skin.

“Blood in the water!” One of the boys yelled over the side of the boat noticing the red seeping into the clear ocean around them..

“Girl in the water!” Another one yelled after getting a closer look. They wasted no time. He ripped off his shirt and dove into save you from the tide before it could take you away. A strong pair of arms wrapped around your torso. You tried to twist away, but the pain shot up your side. He pulled you back with him to the side of the boat, and the other boys pulled you up. However, they dropped you quite quickly onto the deck when they found a tail where your leg should have been.

“The actual fuck?” Said one of the shortest.

“Is that a… is she a… mermaid?” The one you had always thought resembled a Bunny asked.

“don't be stupid, mermaids aren't real, maybe it's a swimming costume?” The sweet blonde had responded.

“Whatever it is, she is clearly hurt, have we got a medic box?” He asked, the one you’d really been watching, the one who had been dripping wet after his heroic dive. He’d knelt at your side, using the t-shirt he had torn away to dab at the blood. The tallest fetched the small red box and joined your saviour on the floor.

“Hobi, do you even know how to help?” Finally a name.

“Joon, I don’t have a clue, but we can’t just let her bleed out.” Hobi had replied.

“How are you not freaking out right now? You are always freaking out.” Bunny Boy had asked.

“I’m trying really hard right now… Are any of you going to actually help me? Or are you just going to make it harder for me.” They’d looked sheepishly between one another before rushing around the ship to find more items to help. One came back with a bottle of alcohol, two more with towels, and the others prepared a bed for you (Well one had prepared a bath in case you had to be in water, which was a nice thought.)

Whilst they were gone Hobi managed to stop the bleeding, the cut wasn't that deep, just long. It had made the injury seem worse than it was. He poured a little of the alcohol onto the wound and you couldn't hold in the scream making each of the boys flinch. Then he wiped away the access with the towels and dressed it accordingly.

“Can you speak?” He had asked, voice wavering. His confidence slipped when there was no longer an emergency situation.

“Yes, I can speak.” You’d responded, leaning up on your elbows. You’d flinched as you creased the wound.

“Do you need water?” His eyes had started to swim a little, he’d been blinking too much.

“No dry land is fine.”

“Right… good… gr” He hadn’t managed anymore before passing out next to you. The Bunny boy lifted Hobi away, took him to lie down. In the meantime, the others had introduced themselves to you and asked a myriad of questions. By the time Hoseok had awoken you were well acquainted with his crewmates.

You’d spent four days on their boat that time. Just enough for your side to heal to a point where it no longer needed to be dressed. It was a sad goodbye, but they had to return to port.

Every time they visited after that you were pulled onto the boat to join in with their festivities. And each time they left you got sadder. Not only had you become good friends with the crew, but you have been right about Hobi. The two of you managed to get closer, he would stay up with you even after the others had long gone to bed. You’d talk late into the night. Sometimes it be petty, small talk about hobbies, at the times it was about family and friends. And then one night it wasn't talking, it was kissing.

That turned int Hobi visiting you far more often. If he wasn't on a long fishing trip with the boys he hired a smaller boat and found his way to the cave you lived in. You loved leaning upon the sand of the small beach as he lit a fire and lay out blankets for himself. He told you about his hometown, all the places he used to go when he was younger. You told him about the sea, the hidden treasures beneath the water. You couldn't help but wish for legs, or for him to have a tail. Just a way to live in each other’s worlds if only for a day.

Before he set off on a month-long fishing trip you swore you would find a way. And that's what you did. While he was gone you followed legends across the world in search of a fix. Until you came across a spell, one that would give you legs for six months out of the year. That was five months and 29 days ago.

Tonight was your last night.

The last half of the year you had spent going on adventures with the boys, seeing where Hobi grow up, and maybe the most fun finding out what a vagina was for.

…

“Y/N are you ready to leave?” You and Hobi had planned to stay in your cave, feeling the warmth of a real fire as you lay together. He rode the two of you out to sea. As much as you'd loved being with him, you could feel the call of the sea beckoning you back.

Originally you were going to have a picnic and fall asleep with the sound of the waves calming you knowing you would wake up with a tail once more. It made your heart ache to leave him, but you weren't really leaving, he would return to you every chance he got, and six months from now you would once again be able to walk amongst them.

After the picnic, you laid out on a blanket, cuddled into his side. He was telling you about the next trip he was set to leave on, how long it would take, and how much he'd miss you.

“Hobi?” He turned his face down to look at you, his gorgeous heart-shaped smile beaming at you.

“Love?”

“I want to feel closer to you.” You admitted.

“I'm not sure how much closer than this we can get.” He laughed, motioning to the way your leg was slung over his as you pressed up against his side.

“there's something I want to try.”

“I will try anything with you.”

“I saw it in one of your videos, you know the naughty ones?” He looked amused at the thought.

“I will definitely try anything in those my love.”

“I think they said it was called, cock warming?” A blush rises to his cheeks.

“That’s very intimate, and I’m not sure I’d be able to keep still knowing the way you feel around me.” He says ducking his head to kiss you. The idea alone was turning him on, and you wanted it to be something a little more meaningful.

“Please? Can we try? I want to do something more intimate for our last night together. My last night with this.” You say gesturing downwards. You walk your fingers along his torso towards the tie on his board shorts.

“Ladies choice for your last night darling, I will try anything you want me to.” With his permission your hand disappears under the fabric, grasping his cock and starting to pump. Using a leisurely pace, you work him up to full mast. When you think he is hard enough you wriggle back to help him slip out of the trunks. However, so close, you can’t help yourself. You lean in to lick the precum away.

“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish Y/N” He cautions, voice now three octaves lower than normal. You head his warning, instead removing your own clothes and lining yourself up. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as you sink down onto him. Going on with no foreplay hadn’t helped the tightness of your pussy. His fingertips dig into the blanket below until you come to rest on his hips. He wriggles a little, getting used to the feeling, you moan a little as he pushes against your walls.

“Fuck, this might be harder than I thought.” You whisper as you bend to lie on his chest. He chuckles and makes a point of pressing his hips up one more time.

“Nah I think we can do this, the hard parts over and this does feel pretty good.” He admits, pulling the spare blanket from the side over the top of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “In fact, I could stay like this, with you, forever.” He nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing gently. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Hobi.” You mutter into his chest, placing a kiss there. You talk for a little longer, feeling him start to soften inside you. Then you both start to yawn. He rolls onto his side, careful not to slip out as you readjust positions. That’s how the pair of you fall asleep, having never felt closer.

Kinktober Masterlist 2021

Masterlist

[brrahbrrahcharacterimagines]

Groceries (Might Guy x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Might Guy x Reader

Word Count: 2723

Warnings: very minor angst, food mentions (TW for EDs)

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I've been so thirsty for Naruto characters recently it's not even funny

Also, this was originally two parts but I've combined them into one so let me know if the transition doesn't work!

Growing up in Konoha you always felt safe. You knew there were experienced shinobi there to protect you. As a little girl, you would see them walk down the streets and watch in awe as they passed by you.

Despite everything you had seen in terms of violence, you still felt safe in the Leaf Village. There had been some tense battles, but the leaf shinobi always prevailed.

It was a day more peaceful than most as you made your way down to the store. You only needed a few things, but with the nice weather you decided to take advantage of the day instead of waiting for the grocery list to get longer.

Smiling, you walked into the store to the tune of children laughing and birds chirping. It was like you were in a movie.

You made your way down the aisles, picking up the items you needed as you went. Milk, eggs, noodles, and more went into the small cart in your hands as you browsed. Lost in your own world, you didn't see the other cart as it came around the corner at the same time as your own.

The carts crashed into each other, you and the other person with them. It almost winded you, both from surprise and the force of falling into the cart.

"I am so sorry!" You explained, looking up to the man you found in front of you. Luckily, neither of your groceries seemed to have sustained much damage. You found yourself surprised to be met with the most gorgeous dark eyes you had ever seen.

"It's no problem!" Said the man, flashing you a confident smile with a thumbs up. "No damage done."

You felt a hot flush rise to your face, but thankfully the man didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," you said in a fluster. You weren't sure what you were even thanking him for, not yelling at you? It was then that you took notice of his outfit, especially the band around his waist. "Are you a shinobi?"

The smile stayed ever-present on his face.

"Yes I am! A jonin of the Hidden Leaf Village!"

If you had just half the enthusiasm of this man, you think you would be running on empty in less than five minutes. Hearing he was a jonin, you were impressed.

"Well, thank you for all that you do," you offered, moving to continue your shopping.

Although your interaction was brief, you couldn't stop thinking about it as days passed. Something about his eyes, and his confidence, drew you into him. You tried to brush it off, seeing as it was such a simple interaction, but it was impossible. Even trying to tell yourself that he didn't remember you wouldn't work; there was still a part of your brain that would never quiet down.

You had never minded being a civilian in Konoha. Sure, when you were younger you had thought about being a konoichi, but those were just the thoughts of a child. You never pursued it. You were happy with your career, teaching young children in subjects other than jutsu.

Despite your happiness, you began to wish that you had gone to the academy. Then you would have been able to find the man who was plaguing your thoughts. Even after that, you might have been a real option for him. You knew shinobi tended to mostly be interested in other shinobi.

You didn't know why it upset you so much. You didn't even know the man's name, and yet you were sad that you might not be his type. Feeling a bit pathetic, you found yourself in need of another grocery run. Trying to ignore the thought that you might see him again, you made your way to the store.

Sadly, at least for that persistent, gremlin part of your brain, the trip was rather uneventful. At least, until you found yourself in front of the produce.

You were trying to eat healthier, but it was hard. It wasn't that you didn't like your body, you just wanted to feel better in your own skin. As you stood there pondering, a male voice scared you from your thoughts.

"Excuse me."

You turned, disappointed to see a man with silver spikes instead of the dark bowl cut you had hoped for. You mumbled a sorry, stepping out of his way.

"Careful Kakashi," boomed another voice, "I'd keep your distance from that woman's cart if I were you."

Now that is the voice you had been hoping for.

As you turned, the tall man immediately caught your eye. You blushed at his words, remembering your initial encounter. The other man, Kakashi, looked at you with confusion. He grabbed what he needed before walking away, leaving you and the other man alone.

"So what brings you back here?" He asked. Normally you would have thought of this as awkward conversation, but your heart leapt at the opportunity to talk to him again.

You sighed, "I'm trying to decide what I want. I wanted something healthy but I didn't want to just start grabbing vegetables."

"Then you're in luck," he grinned, "I'm somewhat of an expert. Try some blueberries, they're a superfood." He grabbed a package, placing them in his own cart. "They're on me today."

You tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. You made your way through checkout, paying the rest of your items before meeting back up with the man.

"Thank you," you told him, looking back up at his deep eyes. Pausing for a moment, you realized something. "I don't even know your name! How could I thank you for buying these before me without even learning your name?"

The man chuckled, extending his hand out to you.

"The name's Guy," he said loudly, shaking your hand. "Would it be crazy to ask for your name in return?"

You blushed as you grabbed his hand, his grip firm yet his hands soft.

"Y/n," you told him. He smiled.

"That's a beautiful name." His words did nothing to help calm the blush on your face. You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing to you based on the color of your cheeks alone. Suddenly Guy grew rather sheepish. "I know how this is going to sound, but would you want to come by my place sometime?"

Your eyes widened. After all this time wondering what this man was really like, he was just the type to invite you into bed with him immediately? Admittedly part of you was curious, but you weren't stupid.

"Excuse me?"

Now it was his turn to blush.

"Well I know how that sounds," Guy said quickly, trying to get his words out faster than he could think. "But I just meant to make you dinner. I could show you how to cook some vegetables so that they aren't all that bad."

Immediately you felt bad for assuming the worst, offering him a small smile.

"I would like that."

He smiled back at you. Guy gave you his address as the two of you decided on a time before parting ways. You couldn't help the giddy grin that covered your face as you walked home. Your date couldn't come fast enough.

---

In the days leading up to your date with Guy, it was all you could think about. You told yourself that was fine, since you were obsessing over him already. At least now you had a reason to.

The day was finally here, and as the hours ticked away you found yourself growing more nervous. Deciding what to wear was a challenge in itself. Did you want to try to dress up nicer, or would that be too much? Yet at the same time you worried dressing too casual would give him the idea that you weren't as interested as you were.

You tried on just about everything you owned, settling for a dress that made you feel pretty. It was fancy enough to make you feel like you were trying, but still casual enough that you would be comfortable.

You looked at the clock, seeing that you still had ample time before you needed to leave. Sitting down, your mind wandered. What would tonight be like?

in your mind you ran through a myriad of scenarios. If you didn't like the food he cooked, you would have to just stomach it and hope for the best. Based on what he told you at the store though, it seemed like he would know what he was doing. Still, you worried that something would go wrong.

Above all, there was a bigger question ringing out in your mind. Would he try to kiss you? And, would you want him to?

The seconds turned to minutes as you pondered, the minutes turning into hours until it was time to go. You collected your things, making sure to grab any and all essentials before you left. You had already told your friends who you would be with, going as far as to give them the address should anything go wrong. Guy seemed like such a nice guy, but you could never be too careful.

Locking the door to your apartment behind you, you set off. It was early in the evening, and the sun was just beginning to set in the sky. You were thankful you wouldn't have to walk in the dark. You knew there were plenty of shinobi around, hell, you were even meeting one right now. But even then you felt uncomfortable walking home alone at night, surrounded by darkness.

It was a shorter walk than you anticipated, and before you knew it you were at his place. Taking a deep breath, you reached up to knock on his door. It seemed like a nice enough part of town, and his place itself was well-kept especially considering how much time you were sure he spent on training.

You heard Guy's loud steps make their way to the doorway, pausing on the other side before the door swung open. His usual confident smile was on his face, but instead of moving his mouth into words he just looked at you. You felt yourself growing red under his gaze.

"Hello Guy," you said softly, looking up at him.

-

Guy had been making the same amount of preparations as you, if not even more. He planned the meal out carefully, even practicing it the night before to make sure it went well. He had spent more time than usual perfecting his hair, making sure not a single strand would be out of place. He had even thought of exactly what he wanted to say when he opened the door.

Hello Y/n, he would say as he smiled at you. You look more beautiful every time I see you.

Sure, it was more forward than he had been with you before. This was a date after all, and he wanted to make how he felt about you clear from the start.

That plan went right out the window when he saw you, your sundress captivating him. It looked so cute on you, and at the same time there was something about it that sent a wave of tingles between his legs. To put it simply, he was speechless.

He knew he should say something but he couldn't, enraptured by the way you looked in his doorway.

"Hello Guy," you said to him. That sweet voice of yours would drive him crazy someday, and he knew that. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips, hoping it would be far from the last time. Everything about you made him fall for you more.

Despite his thoughts about your voice, your words were enough to stir him to action himself.

"Hey," he said.

Really Guy? He thought to himself. You're the Blue Beast, a strong shinobi. And yet all you can say to a woman is 'hey'?

You giggled at him, and he felt a smile creep onto his face.

"It's good to see you again," he continued. He decided to dial back the forwardness, realizing he had already kept you waiting outside for too long in his daze. "Come on in."

-

You followed Guy into his home, taking in the delicious aroma filling the rooms.

"I don't know what you're making," you stated, "but it smells amazing."

Guy beamed with pride, ushering you over to the kitchen.

"It's my favorite." He told you. "A spicy, vegetable curry."

Thankfully, you didn't mind spicy. In fact, you enjoyed it. Your mouth watered, taking in the sight and smell of the food in front of you.

"Actually, it should be just about done." Said Guy, stirring it all for a final time before putting it onto beautiful dishes to serve.

He had already set the table, candles and all. He pulled the chair out for you, pushing you back in as if you weighed nothing. He sat across from you, and the way he smiled at you made you weak in the knees. It's a good thing you had already sat down.

You wasted no time, digging in. And it was delicious.

"Oh my god Guy," you said in near disbelief at how good it was. You could see his expression perk up. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, eating his own.

The rest of the meal went off without a hitch. You talked about your job and his, bonding over your love for your respective students.

"Maybe sometime I can come watch one of your training sessions," you mentioned. "I would love to see you teach them."

Guy smiled, "I would love that." The sincerity in his tone took you by surprise. While you knew he was never joking with you, there was always some sort of bravado to his speech that now was missing.

You helped him clean up despite his protests. You told him that if he cooked, you would at least clean up. It was only fair, after all. You scrubbed the dishes, oblivious to the way Guy was looking at you.

He never would have admitted it to anyone but himself, but he was falling in love with you. He had no problem picturing a life with you. Coming up to you at the end of the day, sharing a meal together. He wanted everything that life would bring him.

"Well," you said, finishing up, "I should probably get going."

"Let me walk you," insisted Guy. "A lady such as yourself should never walk alone at night."

He offered his arm to you, and you accepted it with a shy smile. You could feel his prominent muscles under the fabric of his outfit, and you could feel your face growing warmer. You were thankful for the darkness for obscuring your face from him, hoping he couldn't tell.

He could tell.

As the two of you made your way back towards your own apartment he would flex his muscles every so often, loving the way your face would flush. A couple of times he timed it right so that you were speaking, making you stutter.

The walk ended much earlier than either of you would have liked it to. Suddenly your heart started racing. You could answer your questions from earlier clearly.

Would he try to kiss you?

You sure hoped so.

Would you want him to?

Definitely.

You paused in your doorway, letting go of Guy's arm. You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile.

"I had fun tonight."

He reciprocated your own expression with a smile of his own, "me too."

You both paused for what seemed like the longest second in the world. It was as if he was building up the courage to actually go through with what he wanted to. He cleared his throat.

"Y/n, may I kiss you?"

You nodded your head and he lowered his lips to yours slowly. As you pressed your own lips to his you couldn't help the gasp that escaped them.

That's a sound I'll keep replaying... thought Guy.

He pulled away sooner than you would have liked, but he was a gentleman.

"I'll see you soon." Guy ended his sentence with a wink, sauntering off as you went to go inside.

"I can't wait."

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[jschllatt]

𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 | 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭

Prompt: Here's an irl version of the request if you'd like to try it! Schlatt and a few friends are streaming and end up talking about how the reader doesn't ever drink and is probably a lightweight, she gets slightly insecure because she wants to impress him, she ends up getting super drunk and schlatt walks in on her sadly babbling to herself and at first schlatt is worried but it quickly becomes amusement as he listens to her say she was just trying to impress him and that she's a failure and her just being a very emotional drunk, he's very soft with her and tells her that he doesn't care if she can drink or not he loves her for who she is, all while teasing her for trying to impress him HEJDJ he makes me feel things 🥺🥺 change whatever you'd like!! And if you aren't inspired, feel free to ignore!!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swears, and slight angst

Pairing: Schlatt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,168

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Thanks so much for the request anon, I absolutely loved writing it! I hope you enjoyed <3

Schlatt had been streaming for hours. 

At first, you were fine with it. It had been a long time since he’d last streamed, and you knew it was good for both him and his fans. But as time passed, you found yourself feeling lonely, having been unaccustomed to his busy schedule as you sat alone on the couch, bored. A sigh of discontent escaped your lips as you tore your eyes away from the tv, no longer in the mood to finish watching your favorite movie. You missed your boyfriend a lot—so much to the point where nothing would satisfy your longing besides Schlatt himself. Deciding to visit him, you ventured down the hall, stopping once you reached his door to ensure you wouldn’t be interrupting him. You were about to knock before you heard Schlatt say your name, the sound making you perk up in surprise. Though Schlatt’s fans were aware of your relationship, the two of you avoided public interactions, finding the privacy more comfortable. 

“What is the most embarrassing thing Y/N has done while drunk?” Schlatt muttered aloud as he read a dono, chuckling softly to himself. “She doesn’t drink.” He answered simply, soon after being met with an amused Swagger as his friend chuckled, “I wish I didn’t drink, then I could go back to being a lightweight.” Schlatt laughed in response, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable. “I can’t imagine Y/N drunk, she’d probably just freak out or something.” You felt your heart drop, suddenly embarrassed at your boyfriend's words. Did he really think that you weren’t capable of holding your liquor? Sure, you avoided drinking and didn’t have much experience being drunk, but that doesn’t mean you can’t handle it, right?

Wrong. 

Minutes later, you found yourself in the kitchen, reaching for the bottle of vodka that sat idly in the cabinet. Schlatt had saved it for special occasions and only drank in moderation, respecting the fact that it was something you didn’t do, and had managed to finish three quarters of the bottle, leaving the remaining quarter now in your possession. You decided that tonight was special enough and brought the bottle up to your nose, cringing at its intense scent. Hesitant, you brought it down to your lips to take a swig, instantly grimacing as it slid down your throat painfully. It was impossibly bitter and made your face instinctively contort in disgust, but you swallowed sip after sip of the pungent liquid until there was none left. You tried to ignore your lightheadedness as you placed the bottle back in the cabinet, leaning against the counter as you tried to process what you’d just done.

Though your throat burned, you were still coherent—you almost could’ve convinced yourself that you were totally fine if it hadn’t been for the intense dizziness that took over your body just minutes later. Every step you took towards your bedroom felt heavy, forced, and you plopped down unceremoniously onto your bed, suddenly drowsy in your drunken state. Thoughts of Schlatt’s words circled your brain and you mumbled to yourself, upset, “Lightweight my ass.” Though you knew his intentions were harmless, you couldn’t help but take offense, feeling somewhat inadequate. The buzzing in your body only increased, and you found yourself growing uncomfortable, the feeling foreign. “Fuck.” You muttered, unable to process the unfamiliar sensation as you sat up once again, your body heavy. The sound of footsteps neared the bedroom, though you ignored them, continuing to mumble strings of profanities and incoherent words to yourself. 

“Y/N?”

You turned your head slowly to meet Schlatt’s eyes, his expression one of confusion as he observed your delayed reaction. He stepped forward until he towered above your hunched form, practically standing between your legs as he asked incredulously, “Are you drunk?” You reeked of alcohol and appeared out-of-it, though you played it off, slurring a drunken ‘no.’ Schlatt bent down to cup your face in his hands, eye level with you as he murmured in disbelief, “Holy shit, you are.” You pulled away from his touch, feeling ashamed as you nearly fell back onto your bed. There was a brief moment of silence before you admitted, “I just wanted to prove I’m not a lightweight.” Your tone was dull and you had covered your face with your hands in embarrassment, your words muffled beneath your fingers.

Schlatt shifted so he sat next to you, placing a hand on the back of your head so he could pet your hair comfortingly. “I didn’t know you heard that. It’s not a bad thing, y’know.” He assured softly, watching as you pulled away from your hands. You blew out a breath, still riddled with sadness as you mumbled, “I thought I could handle it, I’m such an idiot.” Schlatt struggled to fight back a smile, finding your pitiful words amusing as he stared at you in awe—you were just too damn cute. “You’re not an idiot, baby. How much did you drink?” You turned to face your boyfriend, thinking for a moment before you answered, “A lot.” Schlatt laughed at your uncertainty, though you were humiliated, and felt embarrassed tears well in your eyes. 

“I’m a failure.” You cried suddenly, feeling a wave of tears trickle down your cheeks. No longer laughing, Schlatt moved so he could sit in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he countered worriedly,  “Hey, hey, hey, no you’re not, princess.” He pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back comfortingly as he continued, “I don’t care if you drink or not, I’ll love you no matter what.” You sniffled pathetically into his shirt, feeling your tears subside as you took in his comforting words.

Minutes later, your sadness was soon replaced with a heavy drowsiness and you let out a yawn, making Schlatt chuckle softly. “Are you tired?” You could only nod in response, pulling away from his chest so you could wipe away your tears. His expression was one of amusement as he watched you sway slightly, steadying yourself by grabbing his firm shoulders as you continued to sniffle repeatedly. “All this to impress me, huh?” Schlatt teased with a smirk, snickering to himself once you shot him a pointed look. “Shut up, asshole.” You slurred. This only encouraged his laughter, and you fought the urge to laugh along with him, his giggling contagious. “Stop, it’s not funny.” You drawled out with a pout, still clutching his shoulders as he shook with laughter. “You’re right, it’s not funny, it’s hilarious.”

Playfully angry, you huffed, standing up shakily. You wobbled on your feet, nearly falling before Schlatt shot up to steady you, circling his arms around your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and the two of you stared at each other in a brief silence before you blurted out, “I love you.”

Your boyfriend chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he replied adoringly, “I love you too, my beautiful, wasted girlfriend.”