#scissor cave i barely know her !

[daturanerium]

send me to the scissor cave with helena eagan i’ll teach her all about the secret fourth scripture

[comet-forgot-you]

could you do judy alvarez smut?? i love your work but i havent seen a single person write about her so pretty please 🙏🙏

YES OF COURSE I CAN !!!

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

judy spends too much of her time working on brain dances. you get it, its her job and she was lucky enough to make a career out of something she loved doing so much, but that meant she was always at her desk. either at lizzies or her apartment, it didn’t matter. it meant that a lot of her time was spent away from you.

today was no different, you had found yourself in an empty apartment after work once again. you were frustrated, it had been days since you had fucked her and you were growing desperate. you were only home for 10 minutes before you were heading to lizzies, your need for the girl growing stronger as you got closer.

you exchanged quick words with the girls, in too much of a rush to actually talk to them. you walked through the familiar corridors, pushing past customers and workers until you were practically running down the stairs leading to her office. your eyes landed on judy, she was focused on the screens in front of her, but at the sound of your entrance, she turns to face you.

“hey, i didn’t know you were coming by, what’s up?” she smiles at you and god did you miss it.

“judy.” she stands from her chair at the tone of your voice. it was as if you were about to deliver the worst news of her life to her. she makes her way to you, reaching out to hold your wrist.

“hey, what’s going on?” you cave, pulling her in for a kiss. your hands grip her shirt desperately, pulling her impossibly closer. her hands find your hips out of habit. you let your hands roam around her body, groping her tits the second your hands meet them. she groans against your lips, pulling back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. “baby,” she breathes out, pulling away slightly.

“just need you so bad, judy,” you whine out, pushing her back until her legs hit her chair. you climb into her lap, hips rolling against her thighs as your lips meet hers again. her hands grip your waist, another groan falling against your lips.

she squeezes your ass, pulling you to grind against her thigh. “god, didn’t know you needed me this badly. why didn’t you say anything?” her fingers toy with the waistband of your pants before she tugs at them. you stand, pulling them off.

“can’t say anything if you’re never home when i am. needed you so bad, jude,” your bare cunt meets her leather pants and you whine. her hands are back on you in an instant, her fingers swiping through your folds.

“sorry,” she whispers out, fingers prodding at your entrance.

“fuck me and i’ll consider accepting your apology.” and she does. her fingers sink into your entrance, her thumb circling your clit gently. you hiss at the feeling, the ache between your thighs finally getting dealt with.

judy’s quick to leave deep marks in the skin of your neck, the ones she had left days ago had disappeared. she loved the way you looked with her possessive marks littering your skin. each was unique, temporary tattoos of her love decorating your skin.

“fuck,” you drawl out, your hips bucking desperately against her fingers. you can feel judy smiling against your neck, her teeth grazing the skin as she makes her way to your ear.

“so wet, you needed me so badly, hmm?” you nod desperately, heat spreading throughout your body. she felt so good inside of you, you missed it so badly. “didn’t know how badly i missed your pussy,” her voice is soft, not at all fitting for the filthy words she threw your way.

her pace is quick, her fingers scissoring in and out of your cunt. your close, you know it, she knows it. your walls clamp around her fingers, your clit pulsing against her thumb. “gonna cum,” you mutter out.

“yeah?” you nod, your hot breaths mixing with her own.

“mhm.” she doesn’t get a chance to mutter out another words before you’re coming undone, your orgasm washing over you. you let out a loud moan, judy’s fingers not stopping their actions against your cunt. you buck against her, the pleasure she gives you being too much and not enough at all.

“again.”

[vroomvroomcircuit]

From all four corners of the world comes my love 4 you

(A/N): This has been written with the inspiration @foreveralbon brought me. I love you and your incredibly mind, honey

Summary: Lando's girlfriend is a seamstress working at a tailor shop. She is repairing his clothes, he is cutting holes into his sleeves. Together, they release the cutest merch

Pairing: Lando x fem!reader

Warnings: None, this is so fluffy, I'm crying myself to sleep. I need a Lando like this

Wordcount: 2.9k

🏎Masterlist🏎 __________________________

(Y/N) thinks she is about to go crazy. Manic even.

Over and over again she patches up holes in her boyfriend’s long sleeves.

And over and over again new holes appear. It’s like this is her Sysiphus task. Just repairing Lando’s clothes day in and day out.

Don’t get her wrong. (Y/N) does this for three different reasons.

The first being that she is a seamstress, working in a tailor shop. This craft is how she pays her rent and food.

The second reason is that she really can’t have her boyfriend go out looking like he just got picked up at the side of the road begging for a warm meal and shelter.

The third reason may be less obvious than the previous ones. Acts of services is (Y/N)’s love language. She is not particularly good at letting people around her know of the appreciation she holds for them. Verbally at least. It’s not the way she grew up. She learned that actions speak louder than words can. So patching up her boyfriend’s clothes gives the young woman the opportunity to prove how much she loves him. She just hopes that Lando understands the meaning as it is intended.

Little does (Y/N) know, Lando really appreciates her patching up holes. What he isn’t a big fan of is when she repairs those that are intentional. The ones in his long sleeves are put there on purpose.

While (Y/N) is meticulously sewing, Lando goes snip snip in the other room with a pair of scissors. He just loves having sleeve paws, but it’s annoying when his thumbs are jailed in.

“Lando, have you seen my scis- What are you doing there?!” He turns around, looking at his girlfriend like a child being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “Freeing my thumbs?” He tries to explain in a small voice, scared that she is about to go off on him for ruining his clothes.

(Y/N) sits down next to him on the ground. “If you have told me you want thumb holes, I could have done it for you. I would hem them for you, so they won’t fry. If you want me to, can I take some of your shirts to the shop tomorrow and work on them during slow times?” The way Lando’s eyes light up makes her wish for a camera to keep the memory of it.

(Y/N) not only fixes the holes in his sleeves.

“Love, would you put another patch on my jeans?” Lando saunters into her little crafting room. When she moved into his apartment in Monaco, he insisted on transforming a guest room into her own sewing cave. It was only fair. He got his gaming room as his hobby room, so his girlfriend needs her own territory too.

The room is filled with different sewing machines, one wall is decorated with threads of all kinds, colors and thicknesses. Several shelves are overflowing with different fabrics of any kind imaginable. Every shade, pattern or reflection that any crafter would kill for. Lando really spoils her and happily let’s (Y/N) run loose in a craft store, draining his credit card to her heart's fullest content.

(Y/N) would feel bad, if it wasn’t for the big difference in salaries they sport. Also, it is Lando’s way of treating his girl. Instead of flowers or a bag he buys her a new Bernina B 325, which is not something she is exactly complaining about. They share most of their expenses, but still, working at a tailor shop will never make you a millionaire.

Currently working on her own project of making a quilt out of scrap fabric for Max’s upcoming birthday, (Y/N) barely looks up to her boyfriend. “Yes, of course, sunshine. Just put it over there and I’ll have a look at it in a bit. Do you have any preference for the new patch? I ordered city themed ones a few days back and they arrived today.”

Without having to be pointed into the direction, the Brit already goes through the drawer that is solely dedicated to the patches (Y/N) accumulated during the last few years.

If he is being honest, that kind of work of hers is his favorite. Lando is just amazed by the different shapes, colors and themes her collection entails and how her delicate efforts bring a new individual mark to his favorite pair of jeans.

“I think I want to go with this one,” he mumbles after sifting through the drawer. Lando places a small rose next to the currently used sewing machine for her to not have to search for it in the midst of the chaos that is going on on the several desks in this hobby room.

He actually loves spending some down time here, especially when his girlfriend is working on her own projects. Lando hides under one of the desks, sometimes scrabbling away on pieces of paper for the next helmet sketch, sometimes answering some important emails on his laptop and other times he lies down between different piles of fabric and takes a nap. Having (Y/N) hack away with the machine, occasionally cursing under her breath when she pinches herself sewing something by hand or the music playing on a low volume brings Lando great comfort.

Spending quality time this way is secretly Lando’s happy place that he visits mentally during stressful patches when he is away.

A couple days later the door to the tailor shop (Y/N) works at rings the bell, alerting her of a new customer. “I’ll be with you in a second!” She calls from an adjoining room, cleaning up her work space from the trims that have been left by the jeans she just shortened.

“How can I hel- LANDO!” The young woman exclaims, rounding the register to jump into his arms. “I thought you’ll return from Australia tomorrow”, she murmurs into his shirt. The thumbs are, of course, able to escape through the holes she recently cut and hemmed like promised.

He laughs into her hair. “I wanted to surprise you and pick you up from work like the good boyfriend I am. I also got you something from ‘Straya.” Out of thin air (his back pocket actually) Lando procures a small stack of Australia themed patches.

“Oh, honey, they are perfect. Thank you so so much!” She kisses him all over the face until finally putting her lips onto his. “Just let me close the shop and we can go home and enjoy our evening.” Lando presses another kiss onto her lips, “Hurry up, I can’t wait holding you in my arms again.”

While (Y/N) packs her things up, Lando goes through a stack of different fabrics. One in particular catches his eye.

“Hey love, where did you get this heart patterned fabric? What do you have planned with that?” (Y/N) pops her head in to see what her boyfriend is pointing to. “Oh, that one. The owner was negotiating a deal with a new supplier and wanted to check out the quality. We wanted to see if this one is durable enough to make shirts out of it.”

An idea is forming in Lando’s app, that he quickly puts down in the notes app on his phone.

She emerges from the side room with her back and something else. “Would you try this on for me?” (Y/N) asks innocently, handing Lando a jean jacket. It is a bit oversized on him, just the way he likes.

“It’s pretty nice. What do you need me to model this fo- This is one of the patches I just gave you!” Lando admires the kangaroo that looks like it’s taking a jump on the sleeve. “I thought this would be a fun little project for the season. After every race I’ll put a patch from that country on the jacket. I can also stitch some additions onto it as well for when you get a podium or win or are voted as driver of the day and so on. Just, I thought this could be something cute.” (Y/N)’s face heats up the more she talks about her idea.

Lando pulls her into his arms, squishing his girlfriend as close as possible to his body. “Thank you, you don’t know how much I appreciate the work and thought you put and are putting into this.”

Like the proud trophy boyfriend he is, Lando loves modeling whatever his girlfriend sewed, patched up or created and pimped up in some other way while entering the paddock. Just as he predicted mentally, the fans are going crazy about his jacket online as he wears it on Wednesday for media day.

“I see, (Y/N) loved the patches you bought her. At least dragging me through every craft store in Melbourne that I know of has paid off for you”, Oscar remarks dryly as he watches Lando hanging up the jacket in the hospitality.

“Yeah mate, she sewed it on immediately. It’s her newest project, putting on a patch for every country we race in during this season after the race. She also wants to add a bunch of things for special occasions during the races.” Lando explains fondly the thought process behind the jacket.

As he is leaving the paddock later that day and signing several cards, caps and other merch, some fans ask him where he got the jacket from. “Oh, that old thing? I’ll gatekeep this one. Good luck on finding the store.” He answers a young woman while putting a bracelet she handed him on his wrist.

He hasn’t gone public with his girlfriend yet. The people know that he is in a relationship with Lando having started an already several months long soft launch, that includes their socked feet during movie nights and her backside in beautiful sunset scenes. So nobody knows what she does for work and the two of them want to keep the little bubble of secrecy they have so far going for a bit longer. Out of the public eyes without the pressure of fans and media.

It felt like a scavenger hunt going online and seeing fans and other media outlets trying to find Lando’s particular jean jacket. For the two of them it becomes their evening entertainment, reading up how everyone and their mother are losing their minds from not being able to detect where it is from.

“The chat is asking about that dumb cloth again. Just tell them where you got it.” Max groans, even his own chat during the stream isn’t safe from the assault. Lando, who chills on his bed while waiting for a message from his girlfriend about her being done with work, just smiles. “Come one, please lift the secret. I can’t even roll my eyes often enough times, that is how annoyed I am by this whole thing.”

The Brit loves the suspension around the subject, but gets up and saunters over to the monitors. “Ok Chat, I will only say it once and never again. Get your pens and papers out and write it down. So, this jean jacket with the patches is a designer piece. You can’t get it anywhere else, it was custom made and no, the designer doesn’t want to go into mass production with that one. But I am cooking something up. Just be patient, I feel like I will be able to make a deal for you. I just need to work my magic, but that takes time. My name is not Tinkerbell.” 

His little sass tirade is broken up by the ping of his phone, making Lando scramble for it to see his love’s text. “Chat, do you see how down bad that man is for his girlfriend?” Max ridicules Lando, giving him payback for all the teasing against himself.

While the chat is going insane, with the certainty that this moment has been clipped and will be used for edits by the fans, Lando just smiles at his phone, shooting a quick reply of picking her up. After that he packs his stuff and throws a quick goodbye to Max and the stream, onto the way to the tailor shop.

There she stands, his love in all her glory in front of the closed store. “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the building for me? It’s dangerous to be out alone, especially for such a beautiful person like you!” Lando scolds her lightly when he reaches her, taking her bag from her shoulder, throwing it onto his own back.

But (Y/N) presses a kiss to his lips, trying to soothe him. “It’s all ok. When I saw the headlights of your car, I stepped out and closed the shop behind me. I knew that my Tinkerbell was close by in case I needed saving.”

Lando wants to reciprocate the kiss, but stops mid air when he processes her words. “You watched the stream?” That shocks him a bit, because (Y/N) usually keeps out of this part of his life. It’s not really her world, streaming and gaming. So that’s one of the hobbies they don’t share, being the healthy couple, without a horrible codependency, they are.

“No, a friend sent me that clip a few minutes earlier”, she snickers, “Were you talking about me? About wanting to work a deal out?” Lando throws his arm around her shoulders, leading the young woman into the direction of where he parked his car. “I did. Originally I planned on woohing you by a nice candle light dinner and after that I wanted to ask you if you were open with making a few designs for LN4. The fans are going crazy over the pants and jacket. You also have the eye for the details that I love on clothes. It would make me so happy to hold something in my hands that we both worked on, to know that people in the whole world will wear it.”

(Y/N) looks up at her boyfriend, watching his side profile while he is rambling about the meaning of a collab between the two of them. How he can’t stop smiling over the excitement of the prospect of their merch line together, the way his eyes light up, his free hand gesturing while explaining a few ideas he has saved on his phone. She can’t help but press another kiss onto his cheek, effectively quieting him down.

“I will make that collab with you happen. I already have a few things drawn out in a notebook, I was just too scared to show you the sketches, not wanting to intrude or impose myself onto your business.”

Instead of saying anything, he just picks her up and throws them in a circle. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He repeats over and over, both laughing about his childish antics.

A couple of months, several trial and errors as well as creative differences later, they stand in a studio, overseeing the photoshooting with the new collection.

“Wouldn’t this be the perfect way to launch our relationship to the public? With your face visible in the pictures?” Lando muses out loud while looking over a rack with hoodies. (Y/N) throws him a shocked look. “I mean, we can take a couple of pictures together with a few articles and also take a few of you individually too. The world needs to know the mastermind of these designs. You need to take credit for all the hard work you have done.” He explains, taking her hand and gesturing to the set up with the other.

She lets the idea rummage a bit in her head. It would be the perfect way to go public, especially since this is the first time her designs are commercially sold. (Y/N) breaks out into a smile, nodding rapidly. Lando can’t help but also smile, getting infected by his girlfriend’s happiness.

Weeks after that the new merch drop gets released to social media. The press and fans are eating up the couple's pictures, finally having a face to the woman, who is able to fluster Lando through text messages alone.

The clothes itself also get the best feedback.

A variety of the jean jacket and patched pants are now available for fans to buy, being able to kind of replicate Lando’s paddock look, coupled with a heart patterned hoodie from the collection.

But nothing gets close to the original with the many hand sewn details on Lando’s jacket, even when fans try to imitate them. A nice side effect is seeing other people picking up the craft of hand sewing and stitching.

Many people swoon over the long sleeves with cut out thumb holes. They especially love the heart shape of the holes.

It’s a perfect detail to the name of the new line.

‘From all four corners of the world comes my love 4 you’ is printed in one way or another on every piece.

Because no matter the distance between Lando and (Y/N), they can feel the love for each other over any distance.

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 8

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic) mentions of alcohol abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of domestic abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of illicit drugs (nothing graphic) mentions of wrongful arrest

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1497

“Thanks!” I called out as the Amazon delivery was dropped off by the front door. I stepped out onto the gorgeously spacious wrap around porch and picked up the package, smiling as I glanced at the shipping label and saw my name- MISS MOLLY ANNE HARPER- and found myself wondering if I would ever get the chance to become Mrs. Molly Anne Ratajczyk.

I carried the parcel into the kitchen, where I deposited it onto the island and located a pair of scissors to open it. As I was opening the box, the front door opened and a friendly halloo sounded out.

A pretty woman a few years older than the king wandered into the kitchen, untying her scarf from her neck and smiled kindly at the sight of me.

“You must be my baby brother’s soulmate!” beamed Princess Cathy, coming up to take my hands into hers and squeeze. “Mary Claire, right?”

“Actually, my name is Molly Anne, your highness,” I corrected her awkwardly, jerking my thumb over to the door that led into the laundry room and the garage. “The king is in his man cave with my daughters, showing them how they can help him build their bedroom furniture.”

“Do you mind if I get to know you more first?” she asked me eagerly. “I can go pester Peter later.”

I asked her to go into the laundry room and grab me a laundry basket so that I could toss the girls’ new bedsheets in for a wash. She came back out empty handed and told me that there was no laundry basket to be found. In response, I went onto my Amazon app and added two sets of two collapsible laundry baskets to my wish list- a two set of a green one and a blue one, and a two set of a pink one and a red one.

“No problem,” I told her, taking out the girls’ new bedsheets first and setting them off in a pile, two sets of twin sized bedsheets in a soft creamy white color with stripes and funky patterns covering the bedsheets.

“So tell me more about yourself,” Princess Cathy asked me, standing over on the other side of the island as to give me space while I unpacked the box from Amazon.

“Can you be a bit more specific, please?” I requested of her.

“Tell me about when you and Peter met,” she begged of me next.

And so, I told her of how Lady Bridget Barlowe had successfully swayed me into taking her place for two weeks, convincing me with money that I had planned to put towards my twin daughters, of how the king sniffed out my carefully put together ruse almost at once, of how he said those little words that I had never knew would be the first words my soulmate would ever say to me until those words escaped past his lips…

Of how the king would now take care of me and my daughters.

“Molly Anne, might I ask you what you want to happen next in your life?” the Princess asked me next, making me pause as I was pulling out two sets of soft lilac bath towels, hand towels and wash clothes. “I mean, what do you want to happen next?”

“I want to king to adopt my daughters,” I blurted out. “I want him to adopt them, and I want him to marry me. But… but I don’t know if he wants that also.”

“Molly Anne, let me tell you a secret- Peter craves love,” she told me in a gentle tone of voice. “When he was a little boy, he always looks for approval and sought out words of praise. He became a good student, earning near perfect grades, despite having severe learning disabilities. He dated extensively in his later teen years and well into his twenties, up until dad died. He’s been ruling Brooklyn for fourteen years now, and he told me that he’d given up and meeting his soulmate.”

I hummed as I tugged out new sheets for the king’s bed- I had selected a set in green stripes and a set in a soft creamy white. I unfolded them and tossed the new bed covering into the washer, throwing in a pod of detergent before shutting the door and programming it for a regular load.

“You’re a good mother,” the princess commented as I returned to the kitchen, smiling my thanks when I saw that she had removed the bath towel sets for the girls and myself and was now clipping the tags off.

“I need to be,” I shrugged, flapping the bath necessities open and getting them ready to be washed. “I worked two full times jobs- a waitress at a mom and pop breakfast café and a desk secretary at a small law firm. The king had me quit those jobs and promised me that he will care for the three of us. I have trust issues with men though quite understandingly, with my history with the girls’ father.”

“Are you comfortable enough to share?” she asked me, leaning forward on her elbows on the countertop.

“Henry was the perfect guy for me when I first met him- or so I thought,” I recalled with a wistful sigh. “I dropped out of college, even though I had one last semester to go before graduation and moved in with him. Things quickly went downhill from there- he would get drunk and beat me black and blue, he would conduct drug deals out of the front room of his small, rat infested apartment, and ran with a rough group of people who would break into businesses and houses to steal stuff and sell for drug money.”

Here, I hesitated, not wanting to go into this painful part of my life.

“He made me spend a few days behind bars,” I confessed with a snort. “He had me hide some stuff in my room, and when the police came to search the house, he made them believe that I stole the stuff and they arrested me. I did six weeks behind bars, and then I found out that I was pregnant.”

Here, I paused, shutting my eyes as I took in a sharp inhale of air.

“And so, I ratted him out,” I chuckled. “I told the police everything- from who he got his drugs from to which storage container he used to hold the stuff he and his buddies stole to how he and his buddies chose which house they would break into. When he was confronted by the police, he was jazzed up on something, and he killed three police officers before he was tazed and sentenced to sixty years behind bars with a slim chance at parole after ten years.”

The princess tossed her head backwards in a laugh.

“Atta girl,” she praised me around a heavy onslaught of giggles. “If they hurt you, go for where the moon meets in the middle.”

I sniggered, smiling as the sound of little footsteps pounding up the stairs from the garage, signaling that the rest of the family was coming up.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

“Just remember- Peter will do anything for love,” Princess Cathy reminded me gently. “You should talk to him and tell him what you want. I know that he will happily accommodate you and your needs.”

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[runes-menagerie]

"<That is true although I'm not sure where I would actually get clean blood. Most people down here take something, either Shimmer or some other drug. Even alcohol might have an effect.>" Sky replied with a sigh, not considering that he might be offering her a sample of his own blood. They had only just started really talking after all and didn't know each other that well.

Now that she knew that she could react to blood she planned to make sure she took her tablets to work with her since she didn't want to do that to a patient who might be far less understanding than he had been. She also considered drinking the tea a bit more often to reduce the chance of this happening again.

"<Yes. They were already growing in that area so I just cleared more space and have been carefully removing any other plants from the area. With the exception of some that are known to keep pests away and that won't be able to produce any strange hybrids.>" She explained, not thinking it was as impressive as it actually was since it didn't really feel like she was doing that much. "<I've taken samples of the soil and water in the area but I don't have the equipment to really examine them. I know there's something there but I can't determine what or from what source.>" She continued as she helped him up, staying close in case he slipped on the uneven ground.

Since Sky knew his mother she wasn't as certain as he seemed to be that the woman wouldn't worry but it was his choice so she let it be and simply began leading the way to the edge of the city, not too far from the caves that led to Singed's lab in fact but far enough not to run into each other by accident.

Sky led Viktor along a barely there path that went up a steep incline and then down into a little valley. Inside the valley was nearly completely covered by the red flowers. There had to be a hundred individual plants. Due to the number of plants the air was slightly cleaner here but she didn't remove her mask as she pulled a jar and a tiny pair of scissors from her bag to begin carefully collecting the blossoms, conscious of not talking too much from each individual plant.

Golden eyes lingered on her face a little longer as she spoke her thoughts out loud. There was a genuine brilliance to her, one that he could deeply respect. It was hard not to be enraptured by her as she laid out the details of her hypotheses. He listened intently, taking in the information of the Grey possibly being a factor. "<The only way to be certain would be to get you a clean sample of blood for a dose, next time,>" he supposed out loud.

If it was an instinct that brought her to taste his blood, then she hadn't really been in control of herself when she did it. There had already been no hard feelings, but that fact alone dissolved any confusion over how he felt about it. It was practically an accident.

The fact that she'd been cultivating her own supply of flowers showed him that she truly had talent when it came to plants. Growing anything on purpose down in the Lanes was difficult, let alone a specifically bred plant like these strange flowers. The respect showed on his astonished face as he said, "<You've been growing them by yourself? That must be a lot of work.>"

A smile gave her eyes a squint that he noticed right away, and he was grateful to be wearing his own mask to cover the light blush that came to his cheeks. There was a softness to her gaze that he had rarely saw from other people in the Undercity. It was like she had preserved some sort of kindness through all her troubles.

He was snapped from appreciating the view when she spoke again. He swallowed and looked away when she gave her thanks, feeling the automatic urge to refuse it. He fought it away, trying to accept the worth she put on his help. "<It's no trouble.>" His eyes looked back up to her when she offered her hand, and his gaze softened with his own gratitude. He reached over and took up his cane, then took her hand to help him up to his feet. He was even lighter than he looked. "<Show them to me. My mother will be busy with her work for hours. She won't mind me coming home late.>" Well, he could say that, but he knew his mother would worry. She always did. She fretted and fussed and drove him crazy. He would have to deal with that whenever he ended up home, but Sky didn't have to know that.

[carleighalpha]

Come Closer

Dwayne has noticed that {Y/N} has been a bit off. One day, he checks on her and one sniff is all it takes to help her out.

Rating: M

Word Count: 900

Imagine: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: Knotting & Heats.

{Y/N} watched as the boys did what they normally do, discussing who they were gonna stalk to eat. {Y/N} just laid in her little area. A big bed with a canopy to hide herself. {Y/N} was Dwayne’s human girl and the Lost Boys understood when a vampire declared someone theirs, it was hands off. {Y/N} felt hot as she wore only her shawl, light tank top and long yoga pants. The sweat on her brow didn’t help as she got under a blanket.

“ {Y/N}, you ok?” Laddie, the fledgling, asked her. {Y/N} poked her head out of her canopy and nodded.

“ I’m ok, just don’t feel the best.” {Y/N} replied before going back into her canopy covered bed. The moonstone pentagram earring displayed on her right ear lit up under the small beams of light. Laddie let the poor girl sleep. He walked over to Star.

“ Is {Y/N} ok?” Dwayne asked as he overheard his girl wasn’t feeling so good.

“ She said she doesn’t feel the best.” Laddie said as Dwayne looked over at the space with the black canopy. He inhaled deeply and immediately knew what was wrong.

“ David, can you get everyone out.” Dwayne asked of his bud, his leader.

“ Why, what’s the issue?” David asked his friend.

“ My girl’s heat is here and I need to you know. If you catch my drift.” Dwayne replied as David smirked.

“ Your girl has a hot issue.” David said before looking at the group.

“ Let’s eat boys.” David said as Marko cheered and Paul laughed out loud. Star and Laddie followed to lure people. The cave only had Dwayne and {Y/N} left. He walked over to her as the smell of his girl was getting to him. His pupils widening at the deep lust and longing to make her full.

“ You ok doll?” Dwayne asked as {Y/N} looked at him with lust blown pupils.

“ Dwayne, it hurts. Please!” She said as the cramps and the heat began to drive her up a mental wall. She paws at his jacket. He gets to her level and removes it. Dwayne listened to her whimper as she kissed him. He removes her shawl and rips her tip off. Playing with one breast as he kisses her deeply. His member was hard in his jeans.

“ God you are hot.” Dwayne whispered as he got up and undid his belt. {Y/N} removed her pants to become bare to her lover. The smell of her heat was getting to him as he removed his jeans. He went past the canopy and quickly began to pull her thighs apart and began to lick with a vigor that {Y/N} loved. With each lick, his ridged tongue would oh so carefully ghost her clit. With every stripe upon her, the inner core tightened before he skillfully began to scissor two fingers inside her to the point that her cries bellowed from her throat as slick squirted and latched to his skin. He pulled his fingers out and lapped at the liquid on his wrist before showing her his fingers. She eagerly put them in her mouth and sucked the juices. Dwayne then kissed her as he positioned himself at her core.

“ I will take care of you.” Dwayne said before entering her, the heat was driving him nuts. He began to pound within. {Y/N} wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to kiss her neck.

“ It’s ok, I trust you.” {Y/N} whispered as Dwayne felt his fangs pop. Carefully finding a good place, he bites into her shoulder and begins to drink. The euphoria began to build up within her that it was mind numbing. Dwayne stopped drinking from her and sealed the bite with his saliva. He looked at her with those heat blinded eyes. 

“ You sure you're ok?” He asked as she came and held him.

“ I’m yours.” She whispered. That did it. Dwayne began his pace again. She gave him those words and he was going to finish and help his girl. The heat, the lust, all of it finally threw him over the edge and his knot inflated within {Y/N}. Her satiated cries filled his ears as he stilled. He looked down at her and smiled.

“ Do you feel better?” He asked as he laid down on his back so his girl was on him. No tugging or being uncomfortable.

“ Tons.” {Y/N} said as Dwayne smiled. He kissed her then pulled away. He felt the earring he got her when he declared her as his.

“ You know I love you.” He said as he played with a lock of her {H/L} {H/C} hair.

“ As I love you.” She said with a grin. He then just held her close. This was his girl and he was hers.

“ I might be able to talk to David about making you a vampire.” Dwayne said as {Y/N} looked up at him. She always wanted to be one. She had no family, no siblings, nothing.

“ Maybe, if he can ever get laid.” {Y/N} said with a chuckle. Dwayne loved her humor, she didn’t mind blood or death.

“ I think he will.” Dwayne said with a sincere smile.

“ I hope so, I want you all to myself.” {Y/N} said with a grin that he appreciated it to no end.

[karmic-toast]

☆The great Albedo Kreideprinz★

Next>> First>>

Warnings: blood, a tiny bit tho

The crack in the broken down bridge was way bigger than the one in the game. It was probably around 2 meters wide- and a 10 meter fall.

“If Albedo turns on us, no way we can all get out of there.” Lumi mutters, peering down into the cave.

“Plus, out of the three of us here, only Bennett has a wind glider.” you point out.

“I can stay here, but one of you has to go.” Bennett suggests as he takes out his windglider.

The two of you look at each other.

“Rock paper scissors?” Lumi proposed, holding out her hand. “Don’t worry, I suck at it too.” she adds, noticing you hesitate.

The first three rounds were tough, with the both of you holding out ‘rock’ again.

“Heh, I guess great minds think alike.” Lumi says, her shoulders tense.

You yourself was starting to get sweaty.

“I have no idea what you guys are doing but it looks intense.” Bennett observes from the side.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You both say finally getting different results.

Lumi had picked scissors, whilst you… paper.

“Seems like there’s someone worse at playing rock paper scissors than me. I don’t know if I should feel relieved or worried.” Lumi chuckles.

You were too busy mentally preparing yourself to hear her.

Bennett helps you put on the glider and gave you the basic instructions, but you were barely listening.

Should you warn Albedo about Rubedo? But that might change his future. You didn’t want to do that.

“If you really need help, just scream ok?” Bennett tells you.

“Alright.” you whisper, your voice refusing to work.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, if you really don’t want to go, I can do it.” Lumi offers.

You shake your head, but thank her for her thoughtfulness.

You glide down the bridge, and there was Albedo in all his glory, calmly sketching.

“Albedo Keideprinz. Prince of chalk, and creations.“ You start off, internally cringing at the way you worded it.

He definitely was startled but replied in his emotionless voice, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n L/n.” you start off.

“Y/n. You look awfully similar to our creator.” Albedo muses.

“I have been told that many times.” you say, recalling the days before.

“How did you accomplish this feat?” he asks, to which you reply, “I was born this way.”

“How interesting.” Albedo says, sparking hope inside you.

Maybe this would turn out to be a success?

“Well, I shall listen to your story. Then I will decide whether you were worth my time.” he gestures you over to sit in his chair.

You think hard of what to say. You haven’t actually thought of one.

So you opt for the truth.

“6 days ago I woke up in a forrest in Mondstadt. Uhm, I was originally from another world yet somehow I ended up here. I met… a merchant.” you say not wanting to drag Razor into this.

“The merchant brought me to the city, but I was immediately chased out. Then as I was walking, Kaeya found me.” you cringe at your mistake, hoping that Albedo wouldn’t be too mad about what happened to Kaeya. “Then I met another girl who looked exactly like me.” you finish your story.

Albedo’s eyebrows perk up at you mentioning another look-alike.

“A look-alike… did she come here with you?” he asks.

You hesitate. If Albedo did mean any harm you wouldn’t want to risk having her be hunted here as well.

“You.. don’t have to tell me.”

A moment of silence overtook the cave. Then he spoke again. “Although your story is fascinating, it’ll take more to prove that the current creator is a fake.”

Alarm flares through you as he pulls out a dagger which you never knew he had. You open your mouth ready to let out a scream when he said, “I won’t kill you. But I’ll need your blood. Give me your hand.”

Blood? Why would he need your blood? So many questions ran through your head as you tentatively held out your hand.

Then he slices it. You let out a squeak of terror, as you kind of expected your finger to fall off. But the cut was small, and slightly deeper than a paper cut.

He then squeezes your finger. 

A gold colored liquid began to seep out.

Albedo lets out a soft gasp.

His clothes make a soft crumpling sound as he kneels.

“Your grace, it’s really you.”

I'm planning on making the next chp long!

Masterlist

[thenovelartist]

And there was only One Bed - Tears of Themis Headcanons

Premise: There’s only one room left in the hotel, meaning the guys have to be roomies with MC for a night.

Luke

Err… his cheeks are red now.

He’s having to check with MC if she’s okay with it. Not that they had much of a choice.

They take the room, only to discover one bed.

And forget his crush on her; that’s the least of his problems.

He knows she shifts in her sleep.

“You take half and I take half?” MC offers. “Like when we were kids?”

He sighs, lamenting his fate. “I’m so gonna end up on the floor.”

“Sorry.”

When it comes to who showers first: rock, paper, scissors.

He’s the least phased of all the guys by the whole “share one bathroom” situation. They grew up together. They sometimes used to have quick conversations through the bathroom door, normally just a question or two about what they wanted for dinner or if their phone went off and it was their parents.

Which happened this time. “There was a vending machine down stairs. You want anything? And if you mention that diet, I’m getting you two of your favorite candy bars.”

“Just one and only one.”

“You got it.”

(@gavin-plz-call-me once called them the “King and Queen of No Boundaries” and I will never forget it.)

Eventually, Luke makes sure MC’s settled in for bed while he’s planning to stay up a little and figure out tomorrow’s game plan.

Until she literally drags him to bed.

He can’t protest against her.

Contrary to what he thought, he did not end up on the floor.

But it was kinda hard to sleep when the girl of his dreams decided his chest was her new snuggle pillow halfway through the night.

He’ll cave and roll with it. Be selfish just for tonight and hold her there.

Come morning, she apologizes for disrupting him, he dismisses it. And both their cheeks are red.

But it doesn’t phase them. Give it half an hour, they’re back to normal.

(Bonus: “So, kid. Let me get this straight,” Aaron Yishmir started. “You spent the night with her, and you’re still not gonna tell her anything?”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“You’re hopeless.)

Vyn

Well… this is a predicament.

However, they come to some awkward agreement that if it’s the only place to sleep for the night, they’ll take it and figure it out as they go.

However, things only go from bad to worse when they learn there’s only one bed.

There were very few times since becoming an adult that Vyn ever found himself at a loss. And this was one of those times.

“Um… are you comfortable splitting?”

His glasses almost fell off his face at MCs suggestion.

Before he can even think about suggesting to take the chair, MC is putting up a blanket wall. “Like this?”

Er… aha…

Oh geez, this woman…

He caves to that deep, ugly part of him that’s begging “yes” and agrees.

Then comes the new revelation there’s only one bathroom, which rose the question of who was going to shower when.

He just lets her take the first shower while his mind is still storming.

During that time, he realizes this may be the only time he has the privacy to actually record his voice diary.

It’s a total disaster. He’s in mental turmoil and can barely think straight.

But MC is acting normal, meaning he’s got to try to act normal.

Normally, he takes his showers in the morning, but he takes it at night this time just so he can have another moment of privacy to get his thoughts in order.

This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement…

Bedtime rolls around, and poor, unsuspecting Vyn believes they are each going to stay on their respective sides of the bed.

However, Author has a headcanon these two both sleep like dead logs.

Morning rolls around, and they’re still both asleep, only they’re totally entangled.

MC wakes up first, laying on top of Vyn.

And when she freaks, flailing and falling off the bed in the process, that’s when Vyn wakes, too.

It was… an interesting morning to say the least.

They come to the agreement to never speak on it again.

(Until a few years down the line after they’re together and can look back on that day with amusement.)

Artem

When the person at the front desk said there was only one room left, Artem about had a heart attack.

He cannot possibly share a room with MC. That’s super improper.

Will call around to any other hotel in the area, but no avail.

MC will literally have to drag this poor man up to the room.

“It will be fine, Artem.”

Except, it wasn’t. There was one bed.

Cue almost heart attack number 2.

He almost left to go sleep in the car. MC had to restrain him.

“We can share right? Like, if we—”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Not even if we put a blanket—”

“No. I’ll sleep in the chair.”

There was no convincing him to sleep anywhere else.

And MC tried.

Eventually, she had to surrender. “Fine. Then do you want the first shower?”

Oh… there was only one bathroom… that they’d be sharing…

Cue almost heart attack number 3.

Will legitimately leave the room while she’s showering. He just feels too awkward and like he’s invading her privacy.

Then bed time rolls around and he’s unable to sleep, so he works on his laptop for the time being.

Ends up pulling an all-nighter, which MC anticipated.

She set an alarm for early in the morning so she could then force him to bed for a few hours.

While he insisted he was fine, he was too tired to protest as she pushed him down into bed. “Sleep, will you. I know you didn’t sleep all night.”

Thought he’d have trouble, but he was so wound up all night over everything that had happened that he’s passed out in fifteen minutes.

And stayed out cold for a few hours.

When they left, MC made sure to thank him for being such a gentleman. She thought it was the least she could do for his troubles.

That, and she quite liked the way his ears and neck turned red.

(Bonus: He hopes Celestine never finds out what happened on that business trip.

But when she finds out curtesy of MC, she will never let him live it down.)

Marius

The moment he finds out there’s only one room, he actually gets super flustered.

And as he does, instantly goes in to deflective Playboy Flirt mode.

“Get your head out of the gutter, you little—”

MC shut that down, real quick.

Most he could do then is just say “It can’t be that bad, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Well, apparently only be one bed.

Flustered Marius = Playboy Persona

“That’s it,” MC says. “You take the bed.”

“What? Don’t you wanna share?”

“No.”

“Ouch!”

But really, he wants to find some way to get her to take the bed because he really will feel awful otherwise.

Then comes the single bathroom realization.

“You wanna shower together?”

“Marius, I swear I will kick you out of this room and take the keycard from you.”

“Oh, my feisty Miss Attorney.”

“Miss Attorney will sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Understood.”

He gets to shower first, and then ends up giving her some excuse for leaving the room entirely.

He loves teasing her, but this might be the most he’s ever pushed his luck. And he actually doesn’t want her to hate him, so he’ll give her this space at least.

As for the bed situation…

MC tries to sleep on the couch, but he can’t stand it, so he decides to push his luck and simply carry her to bed.

“I won’t pull anything, I swear.”

“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know I’ll sleep better here than the couch.”

“See?”

“Marius.”

“I’ll shut up.”

Regrets his decision halfway through the night when Mr. Light Sleeper realizes Ms. Dead Log moves in her sleep.

She was snuggled up against his back, and his heart was going doki doki too hard to even think about going back to sleep.

Eventually, he rolls over and snuggles her, not just because he wants to, but he hopes it will keep her still through the night.

Unfortunately, she was not happy in the morning.

“Can’t we talk about this?”

She kept her face turned away from him the rest of the day, but he knew it was red with blush. “Shut up.”

[usagis-tsukinos]

hands. - 7

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

Pairing: Gabriel x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: Angst

Words: 747

33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go.

34. raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly.

Gabriel’s battered and beaten body sat curled up on the edge of her bed in silence. Sam, Dean, and Castiel had all stopped trying on getting him to at least look at them, let alone near him enough to remove the stitches from his mouth. Instead of making him acknowledge her presence, she’d simply poke her head into the doorway, give a light knock against the wall, and simply say, “Hi, Gabe. I hope you’re feeling a little bit better today. If you need me or anything I’m just in the library, okay?”

And then leave like it was nothing, leaving him in silence but also slight confusion. It’s not that he didn’t remember who she was or what they had before he “died”, but, wasn’t she mad at him for leaving? Gabriel would sit on her bed for hours, even when she was supposed to be sleeping, in complete silence thinking this over. Except she didn’t sleep in her bed since he arrived, not wanting to scare him off, she’d sleep in Dean’s man cave or on the sofa. He stopped jumping when she’d knock on the doorframe, having heard her from across the bunker as she’d get closer.

One day, he even let her sit on the floor (of her own room, nonetheless) against the wall opposite of her bed. She’d brung a fairytale book with her and sat there for a couple of hours just reading to him. When she’d stop, he’d just barely make a noise in protest, the smallest sound, to let her know the keep going. After a little while long, she looked up and for the first time in years, he was making eye contact with her. In return, she gave him a small smile, trying not to push him too far.

Testing the waters slightly, she started to stand, maintaining eye contact as she slowly sat next to him, his shoulders moving away from her slightly before trying to relax. Her hand slowly went to his, careful to mind the cuts and bruises as she looked him over. “Can I clean you up?” She asked gently. Gabriel just nodded after a minute or two and she left to grab some Neosporin and bandages.

Once she was back, she quietly warned him that it was probably going to sting and that she was in no way intending to hurt him, especially with him being on so low of grace that he couldn’t even heal himself. Watching a once proud Archangel hiss to himself in pain as she worked on his hands simply broke her heart, and she tried not to tear up at the very situation they were both in. Once his hands were clean, she held both in hers, rubbing the backs of his hands with her thumbs as the tears softly fell. Gabriel, still with the stitches in his mouth, tilted his head to the side in confusion before lifting a clean hand to her cheek and attempting to stop the tears.

Why was she crying for him when he was the one who left her? Shouldn’t she be upset with him? Wanting nothing to do with him? Yet here she was, crying over his state. It wasn’t any different than when he “died”, having heard her prayers over and over again, begging his Dad to bring him back to her so she could hold him once last time.

Humans are so strange, he thought, all his years around them and he couldn’t help but still learn from them everyday. Gabriel lifted her hand to his cheek, as if to prove that he really was there and that her especially, and maybe only her, had permission to touch him. He ran her fingers lightly over his stitches, asking with his eyes to cut them off. He had so much he wanted to say to her, please just cut them off. She nodded, sniffling and grabbing the scissors beside her to very gently snip at his mouth.

“How could someone do something like this to you?” She whispered, finishing the last of his wounds before he cupped her face in a mirroring gesture and staying silent. Not wanting to break the healing process, Gabriel placed her hand against his sore and bloody lips again as if to kiss her fingers, applying no real pressure as the tears fell from his eyes as well. The healing process was going to be long and sad, but they’d make it through together. When he’d find his voice again he was going to tell her everything.

[moodymelanist]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMREpDmTT/ please make this a fic 🙏🙏🙏 ♥️

I promise I didn’t forget about this one, hope it’s good enough to keep me in the gc 😭❤️

Gwyn laughed as she scrolled through her for you page, relating a little too hard to the TikTok she’d just watched. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but sometimes she wanted to take his computer away from him so she could be the one holding his attention instead of some stupid game.

Azriel was currently playing some building game — Minecraft, maybe? — but judging from the yells and shouts coming from their bedroom, she didn’t think much building was going on. Her boyfriend was normally relaxed while playing Minecraft, but if Gwyn had to guess, Cassian and Rhys were probably messing around on their shared server.

Still, she should probably check on him. She got off the couch and walked into their bedroom, watching Azriel furiously type commands into his keyboard while he soundly cursed Cassian out in Spanish. “You okay, Az?”

He didn’t say anything and she sighed before trying again, raising her voice to be much louder. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, princess,” Azriel replied, turning around to flash her a smile and a thumbs up before going back to the game. “You fucking — Cassian!”

Frowning, Gwyn left the bedroom and went back into the living room. She knew it was petty, but it didn’t stop her from grabbing a couple of cardboard boxes from their recycling pile, scissors, markers, and some computer paper.

When Azriel eventually emerged from the bedroom to grab something to eat, he did a double take at Gwyn’s impromptu arts and crafts session. “What’s… going on here?”

“Since you love that computer so much,” Gwyn said, continuing to draw more keys for her keyboard, “I thought maybe I should dress up as one so you would play with me.”

Her boyfriend looked at her like she had two heads. “So instead of asking me to hang out, you decided to DIY a computer costume?”

“Exactly,” she replied. “Simple logic.”

“You are so extra, Berdara.” Azriel rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor next to her, hauling her into his lap. She squeaked in surprise but made herself comfortable anyways. “Which TikTok was it this time?”

“Who said anything about that clock app?” she grumbled. He laughed and gave her a knowing look and she caved immediately. “Fine. I’ll show it to you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” her boyfriend teased as she pulled out her phone. He snorted as they watched the short clip, ruffling the top of her copper hair. “That’s hilarious.”

“What’s so funny about it?” she asked, pouting.

“That you think you could survive me playing with you for over eight hours,” he answered lowly.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Gwyn replied, struggling to keep her composure as he trailed his fingers over her shoulder. God, it was unfair how quickly he could make her ache between her legs.

Azriel laughed softly, the sound making her heart race. “I don’t? Maybe I need a reminder, then.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” she breathed. They both knew he was the one calling the shots, but she thoroughly enjoyed teasing him.

“May I please have a reminder?” he asked. She’d barely nodded yes when he twisted her just enough to kiss her, his lips hot and demanding against hers.

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[comet-forgot-you]

whiny river… making river beg… river…. mmmm

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason

your hands under her baggy shirt, holding onto her hips as she ground herself against your thigh. needy whines filled the air, her head resting against your shoulder.

“doin’ so good, river,” you mumble. she whines at your praise, hips stuttering against your thigh.

“pleasepleaseplease,” she murmurs like a prayer. “need you, please, i cant,” the words die on her tongue, your thumb tracing circles against her bare skin.

“im right here, baby, what are you talking about?” you knew what she needed, you knew her like the back of your hand, but you wanted to drag it out even more, desperate to hear her pretty voice say your name so desperately.

“y/n,” she rasped out, pulling her head off of your shoulder. her heavy gaze met yours, eyes blown, full of need. it almost makes you cave.

almost.

“river.”

she whines, head falling back. her pace against your thigh grows slower as she nears her climax. “please, touch me, wanna feel you.” you press your lips to her exposed neck, squeezing her hips.

“i am touching you,” you mumble against her neck.

she groans, “you know what i mean.”

“do i?” her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you back slightly.

“just fuck me already, please,” you smile at her words.

“why didn’t you just say that?”

your hand slides into her waistband, meeting her soaked cunt. she whines as your fingers graze her clit, grinding down against them. you smile, your free hand moving to wrap around her back for more support.

“so wet just from my thigh?” you whisper.

your fingers circle her entrance before sinking in, her walls squeezing against them so desperately. a loud moan falls from her lips followed by incoherent words. “taking my fingers so good, hmm?” she nods, grinding down against your palm.

your fingers sink in and out of her at a steady pace, building her closer and closer to her high. her head falls down against your shoulder once again, hips desperately bucking, attempting to bring her closer and closer to her high.

“gonna, fuck, gonna cum,” she whines out, hips stuttering.

“beg.” your fingers slow, scissoring inside her cunt. she whines.

“nono. please dont stop, keep going please, need to cum so bad. need to.. fuck please,” her words are full of desperation. “please, baby, let me cum, keep going, need go cum s’bad.” you smile, picking your pace back up.

“so good, river,” you mumble. its not long before shes coming undone, pressing gentle kisses against you neck.

“thank you, baby,” she mumbles against your skin.

sorry for not posting for river in years guys

[psychedelic-ink]

This writing is a part of the Naughty Valentines Event I’m doing with @some-piece ! Be sure to check her out as well to see all the smutty goodness! :c

Requested by anon

Word Count:

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Prompt: “Touch me and you lose."  

Genre: PWP, Smut, Lemon

Warnings: Pegging, fingering, femdom, dirty talking 

“Touch me and you lose.” 

You watched as Law’s eyes grew wide, he let out a painful groan as he stopped his hands. At how close it hovered you could almost feel his touch on your skin. A wicked smile spread across your lips as you took a step closer, his hands barely touching your ass. Law bit his bottom lips as he glared at you. 

“Well that’s not fair now is it?” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your face. “If you look like that there’s no way I can not touch you.” 

Your smile grew, he was right. You had worn your most irresistible lingerie and paraded yourself in front of him. You had to fight dirty or else you would never win this bet you had made for him. 

If he touches you he loses and you get to peg him. 

It was a fantasy you had from months and you craved it like you craved air. You wanted the man to moan out your name and look up at you with a flushed face as you made him feel good. For the goal you had in mind, you wouldn’t even mind walking naked if it gave you the results that you wanted. 

Law let out an elongated breath as his hands hovered up, you could almost feel his fingers twitching, with a wink you bent over slightly and pressed your breasts together with your arms. 

“Why don’t you just cave in Law,” you purred. “I’ll make it worth your while.” 

His lips quivered as he gulped. This wasn’t even an issue of being pegged or not, the man just hated to lose. 

“You know what?” he groaned. “Fuck it.” 

With that he cupped your ass and squeezed your plum flesh. Your skin burned as he roughly continued to knead the mounds, he quickly pulled you on to his lap. You straddled him and he started to rub his clothed cock against your core. You let out a series of moans prompting him to latch his lips against your neck and nibble the flushed skin. 

“Stop,” you breathed out. “You lost, it’s time for my reward…” 

His hands stilled and he moved away from your neck, he gazed at you and you smiled. Placing a hand over his cheek you caressed his skin. 

“Fine.” he sighed. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” 

The two of you quickly stripped each other as you entered the bedroom. Law laid on the bed as you went to get the lube and put on the strap on. You gently guided him so he would get on all fours. You could feel his hesitation at the way he moved, your fingers following his spine, you stroked his back in a soothing matter. 

“We can stop whenever you want, just say the word.” 

“Alright,” Law replied, visibly relaxing. “We can start.” 

You poured a generous amount of lube both on your fingers and on his ass. He hissed when the cold gel hit his warm skin. You massaged his ass before tracing his hole with your finger. Gently, you pushed in the digit. Each time Law let out a sharp breath you stopped, waiting for him to give you a go sign before continuing. Inch by inch you buried a finger, you massaged his inner walls and pushed in another one. 

The second one went in much smoother when both of the digits were fully buried inside of him you leaned in and covered his skin in open mouthed kisses. 

“How does it feel?” you asked, your lips moving against his skin. 

“G-Good,” Law choked out. “Go on.” 

You smiled and started to scissor your fingers. Now nibbling on his skin you pushed the dildo between his legs,slowly thrusting your hips, you rubbed the plastic cock against his. Moans started to fall from his lips, making you start to drip and want more. 

When you both deemed that he was ready, you pulled your hips back and aligned the dildo with his whole. Before you started to push in you poured another generous amount of lube all over the strap on. 

As you buried the plastic cock into him you wrapped your arm around his chest and, with his help of course, pulled him up so his back would flush against your chest. You let out a moan when your nipples rubbed against his back, you bit his neck and with one hand you guided his face so he would face you. Now, fully inside of him you claimed his lips as you waited for him to adjust to the size. 

You loved the way he moaned into the kiss, it was an exhilarating feeling to see the man being so submissive for you. Your hands went up his chest and you tweaked his nipples, coaxing a rather loud yelp from him. He’s the one to part away, a string of saliva continuing to bind the two of you he gazed into your eyes. 

“Fuck me already,” he said, panting. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” 

“Your wish is my command.” you replied with a smirk as you let him go and he fell on his hands. 

You started off slow, gently thrusting in and out of him but as his moan got louder your movements sped up. Your gripped his hips as you started to pound into him with more force than before, his back arched as he screamed your name. His body spasming and twitching underneath you. You licked your lips as you watched the dildo disappear into him over and over again. With an idea you adjusted your hips and it seemed to make all the difference. 

“Fuck y/n!” Law screamed out, burying his face into the sheets. 

“It seems I found your button,” you cooed, leaning in. “Tell me how good it feels.” 

A muffled whine left him and he raised his ass, you smirked, that was all the answer you needed. You slid one hand to his front, you wrapped your fingers around his painfully hard cock and started to give him harsh strokes, just the way he liked it. He shouted your name again as his head shot up, his hips now uncontrollably thrusting into your hand. Precum dribbled from the tip and on to your hand, you grazed your teeth against his back as you penetrated him over and over again. 

“I’m going to cum-!” Law blurted out. 

“Good.” you moaned your own arousal dripping from your thighs. “Cum on my cock, Law.” 

That sent him over the edge, you felt Law’s cock throbbing and twitching inside of your hand as his hole clenched around you. Warm sticky substance dropped to your hand and to the sheets. As he came down from his high you continuously placed open mouthed kisses all over his back, moans and pants could be heard echoing inside of the bedroom. 

You pulled out and collapsed next to him, Law threw his arm over your waist and pulled you close. He gently kissed your shoulder and you hummed happily. 

“You were right,” you breathed out. “That was pretty good.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” you replied with a smile, equally spent out. 

Law then climbed on top of you and nestled between your legs, you gave him a puzzled look as he took off the strap on. 

“Now it’s your turn.” he said, smirking. 

“Aren’t you too tired?” 

“I can still use my mouth you know.” 

You shuddered at the way he licked his lips as he went down on you. You’ve never been happier that you’ve won a bet in your life. 

[smileysuh]

The drabble where... you go to a sports game with Johnny, Mark and Taeyong, who are all kinda super into you

ft. Jaehyun the shit starter and Jungwoo the precious baby

Johnny can see the apprehension in your eyes when he mentions the basketball game. A pout immediately works its way onto his face, and puppy dog eyes begin to wear you down, “come to the game with us,” he begs, “it will be fun.” 

You sigh, “are you sure? I don’t want to take up a ticket if someone else wants to go-”

“It’s just Taeyong and Mark, I swear, no one else is interested.” Johnny promises, waving the ticket in front of your face.

Taeyong and Mark enter the room, “are you two coming or what?” Mark asks, looking excited. 

He’s more excited about going out with you than he is about the game. They all are. You’re a good friend of everyone in NCT, having met them during their trainee days, and since then, a few of them have developed little crushes on you.

Taeyong and Mark are too shy to ask you to do things, so they leave it to Johnny to convince you to go on outings with them. Usually it’s just coffee or joining them for food.

“Y/N hasn’t agreed to come yet.” Johnny informs them, and immediately two new sets of puppy dog eyes land on you.

“What? Why not?” Taeyong asks.

“Come with us Y/N? Please?” Mark pouts.

“Okay, I’ll come.” you cave, letting Johnny pull you off the couch, “I can’t believe I let you guys invite me places ten minutes before leaving.”

“It’s fun and spontaneous.” Johnny tells you.

Mark laughs at Johnny’s enthusiasm and the three of you leave the dorms. 

You have no idea that they’ve already played rock paper scissors on who gets to sit next to you. Taeyong and Johnny have won, much to Mark’s dismay, but he doesn’t allow himself to be beaten easily. When the four of you arrive at the arena, Mark is quick to invite you to go get popcorn with him so he can grab some alone time with you.

During the game, Johnny’s shoulder is touching yours, which you brush aside as being simply due to his broadness. Taeyong sits with his legs somewhat spread, his knee against yours, and you also shrug that one off. 

The game goes well, you have an amazing time with your friends, and when you arrive back at the dorms you bump into Jaehyun, who also wanted to see you today. You disappear with Jaehyun into his room.

Jungwoo is on his own bed, and gets up when you enter to hug you, “Where have you been all day!? We thought you were coming to get dinner with us.” he says, pouting at you.

“I was with Johnny, Taeyong and Mark at the game.” you answer.

“The game?” Jaehyun sits at his desk, watching you with confusion.

“The basketball game?” you clarify, looking between the bewildered men, “Johnny said he offered everyone else a seat but you all said no so he invited me.”

“Never offered me a ticket.” Jaehyun says.

“Me neither.” Jungwoo agrees.

“But-” You begin to stutter and Jaehyun laughs.

“Calm down, it’s fine. It’s not like Mark, Johnny or Taeyong are in love with us.” Jaehyun says.

“Mark loves me.” Jungwoo mumbles to himself but you barely hear him, too hooked on what Jaehyun’s just said. He flashes his dimples at you, knowing he’s just completely exposed three of his friends.

You leave the room quickly in search of your three ‘friends’ and Jaehyun puts his hands behind his head, stretching, “that’s enough shit starting for today.” he says, making Jungwoo laugh.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Jaehyun shrugs, “someone had to tell her, it’s not like any of them were going to.”

[kamassa-river]

grace: 🤥, 🌱, 🍧, 👑 / connie: 🎭, ✂️, 💧, 💘 / ☄️ and 💐 for the both of them because ofc i would pick the bouquet what do u take me for

/grace

🤥 Lying - Are they good liars? Do they have tells to show they're lying?

She can't keep eye contact to save her life when she's lying. Master of "oh look at these curtains! What an interesting pattern! And this floor! Is that oak?". If there's lying involved, she lets other people do the talking and defaults to stand around looking grumpy in the background.

🌱 Seedling - What is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Early childhood: Sitting next to her dad while he drives their wagon. The sun is too bright, and blinds her when she turns her head to look at him. He's humming the melody to a song everyone had been singing at dinner yesterday. She can remember the melody, but barely the voice.

Later childhood: An angry woman chasing her down the hallway of the orphanage. She bursts through the door into the backyard. There's a chorus of gasps and surprised shouts as she shoves other children out of her way. She climbs the large tree close to the back fence with ease, already familiar with every groove and branch. The sour-faced woman who'd been chasing her stops below and glares, shouting at her too stay up there, if she knows what's good for her. She remembers the feeling of bark under her palm, and the hush that fell over the rest of the kids.

🍧 Shaved Ice - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it?

Already answered here.

👑 Crown - What does your oc want to be remembered as? Why?

Good, most of all. Not as in "on the good-guys' team", because the opportunity for that came and went a while ago, but to the people close to her. Strangers and passing acquaintances dont matter to her, most wont remember her at all anyway. She wants the people that will actually remember her, and know more than just a name in a ledger somwhere, to remember her as good, as kind, as the person they could always call "home" and trust to have their back.

/connie

🎭 Masks - Do they act differently around certain people? What's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

She's pretty standoffish as like... a default when it comes to people (unless she's looking for a target - then she'll be the most charming person in the room). On the surface she'll probably seem like a bit of an asshole to those she really cares about too, even when in reality she'd bend over backwards for them. Hopefully the people in question have realised that's not the case by then, or match her stubbornness.

✂️ Scissors - What is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? How easily do they let go of people?

"I work better alone, anyway." Keeping other people around just leads to endless agruing and what-ifs when on her own she can just do. Some people are good to keep around for a job or two, but in the end there's always a catch. One can't keep their mouth shut and all but tells the whole town their plan, another tries to talk circles around her and get out with a bigger part of the take, a third caves and breaks the moment bullets start flying. It's not as much the last straw, as it is the first. That said, if it's a matter of a person close to her, she'd give them more chances than she probably should. And if it was them that chose to walk away, she would tell herself it’s for the better, that they deserve better than her anyway.

💧 Droplet - Random angst headcanon?

Ok listen Connie is ceo of the “acts cold and distant until the person she cares about gets hurt”. Idk exactly what would lead them to that situation but imagine someone gets shot or smth and she tries to keep a straight face first and joke around but inevitably just breaks and panics and nothing matters other than getting that person to safety because god, she cant loose them and in the meantime the person in question is just baffled because it’s the first time they see how much she cares.

💘 Heart w/ Arrow - What traits do they look for in a relationship? Do they believe in love at first sight?

Initial attraction is about thrill for her. It has to be fun, passionate, exciting, and it’s even better if it feels just a little bit dangerous. That said she ususally goes for no-strings-attached relationships and nothing that lasts very long. For a committed relationship she’d need there to be a lot of mutual trust and understanding - not just attraction/chemistry - which is a total 180 from what she usually looks for and kinda hard to find when she is very slow to open up. She does believe in true love and soulmates (or at least wants to), but not love at first sight. If someone tried to pull a “i loved you since the moment i met you” or something along those lines she’d probably just roll her eyes.

/both

☄️ Comet - What do people assume about them? Are they right?

I’ve mentioned this before but people often assume Connie is unreliable and someone you have to watch out for to stab you in the back. They’re wrong. She stands by her word once she’s given it. Grace is sometimes assumed to be a bit broody. She’s a gun for hire, she has a couple of scary-looking scars, and she’s a bit quiet (and has a bad case of resting bitchface), so it’s a fair assumption, but it also couldn’t be further from the truth. Also, some people take one look at her and go “oh she could kick my ass” and they would be correct. :)

💐 Bouquet - Create a bouquet for them! What do those flowers mean? Are any of the flowers their particular favourite? (ah shit can u pretend that i wrote "w flowers from the game" on the bouquet ask thank u - barbiepappa)

Ok idk if these would make particularly pretty bouquets but i tried lol

For Grace i’m going with the praire poppy, for peace, rememberance, and resiliance, but also death, yarrow, for protection, and valerian flowers, (even if only the roots are in-game) for strength. You could also toss in some marigolds, for joy. Her favourite flowers are apple blossoms though (meaning love and in some cases life enduring beyond death). :) For Connie i’m starting with oleander, for desire, charm, but also caution, milkweed and bird of paradise for freedom. And this one isnt in-game but bear grass flowers for rebirth. It’s one of the first flowers to pop up where there’s recently been a forest fire and idk i just loved that detail and i think it’d make a nice filler. Her favourite flowers would be either oleander or forget-me-nots.

[yeselbeethings]

konoha’s sublime green beast

10 relationship headcanons for Might Guy

pairing: might guy x reader

a/n: similar vibe to the last relationship headcanons - any suggestions for who to do next would be appreciated. 

synopsis: a few tender moments, scenes from your relationship with Guy

warnings: nsfw content for the last few: general sex, fingering, oral.. the standard

The first time you meet Might Guy, you are stunned to silence. He sits with you and the other jōnin at the local bar and shares stories and you are completely hooked. Everything about him entrances you; his vibrancy, the way he speaks, the jumpsuit, the body, the size of his hands... he's so bright and youthful? Anko is the first to spot you staring, and when she drags you to help her at the bar with drinks, she says "oh yeah, Guy is a bit weird, we should have warned you", and in your tipsy state you remember replying "I dunno, he seems kind of cool?" You spend the rest of the night trying to catch his eye and striking up conversations. A few weeks later, he asks you on your first date, and your shoulders shake with laughter when you accept and he cheers something about youth.

Guy goes through his signature jumpsuits at an alarming pace. Sometimes they rip straight through the middle of the crotch, other times they wear through at the thighs, more often than not they simply succumb to the general wear and tear of being a ninja. You take lurid green jumpsuits that develop rips on the arms from being snagged on trees, and thus are no use to Guy anymore, and repurpose them. You cut the top section off and cut the leg just above the knees and wear them around the house with oversized t-shirts and sweatshirts. The upcycled shorts become part of your casual day off outfit, and you take to wearing them when you need to run errands around the village. It’s only right to carry on the Might family tradition in your own way.

Guy loves poetry, so much so it has seeped into his general way of speaking - most people just think it’s his odd turn of phrase, but you know it’s from years and years of devouring any poetry he can get his hands on - especially after Duy’s death. Your tiny shared apartment is filled with poetry books, from every village and spanning centuries. Guy needs reading glasses and has done since his teen years - he can read mission scrolls etc. with little trouble but if he needs or wants to read for more than a few minutes he takes out the gold-rimmed round glasses that live in a basket full of odd bits and pieces that don’t have a true home in the apartment and slips them on. He pushes his hair from his forehead slightly and lies down on the floor to settle into the latest thing he’s picked to read. He keeps a small battered red leather-bound book on his nightstand; it’s a second-hand copy of a collection of Warring States era poetry. Guy scribbles in the margins of all his books, but this one is littered with annotations and underlinings. On rainy nights, while you rest your head on his broad bare chest, Guy will hold you close and read a poem or two from this book to you. Uncharacteristically quiet, measured, and serious, his voice is like honey. When he goes away on long missions, you’ll often find a note resting on top of the book with a page number and line number written on it, you know to save peaking at that passage for a particularly hard moment, when you wish his gentle voice and inspiring words were there to comfort you.

One of the major challenges of being in a relationship with Might Guy is the sheer volume of food he consumes. His strict training regime and huge energy output mean that Guy eats up to 14 meals a day; all carefully nutritionally balanced. So much of both of your free time is dedicated to bulk cooking, preparing bento boxes, dehydrating fruit and vegetables, boiling eggs, steaming fish... Guy appreciates every second you put into helping him with his training and diet. Whenever you both have a free day in the village he hand writes you a note and leaves it in the kitchen with a cup of fresh coffee resting on top inviting you to dinner. Guy always chooses the most comfortable places, with home-style food and free-flowing sake and beers. He insists you order anything and everything you want, reminding you to leave room for dessert. He holds your hand over sticky tables, wearing a T-shirt and standard-issue jōnin trousers, smiling at you widely as you share dumplings and scallion pancakes dripping with black vinegar and chili oil. When you leave the restaurant, completely full, he pulls you into his arms and kisses you deeply, a large tanned hand on the back of your head and his other pulling you into him by the small of your back. You don’t know what makes you feel drunker; the sake, the food, or the depth of his kiss.

After your first few dates, you promised to cook for Guy at your apartment. Already knowing his love of curry, you silently vowed to yourself that you would wean him off that S&B curry roux blocks he always seemed to be purchasing when you ran into him in the village. The first time you cooked him a curry, he leant his hip against your kitchen cabinet, sipping a jasmine tea, and with rapt attention listened to you explain which different spices you'd be using for the curry paste. Guy would explain the medicinal uses for each one as you measured them out, all of them known to him already due to his extensive herbal medicine knowledge. This is the moment you knew that you'd fallen in love, listening to Guy explain to you that to activate the medicinal properties of turmeric, you'd need some fresh black pepper, with Guy showing you the best time to add garlic to preserve the allicin to ward off colds. While he explained to you all the properties, you told him what would work together and what wouldn't, to ensure that the finished curry paste would actually taste delicious and not just be a mash of flavours and chili. When your relationship deepened and you eventually came to share an apartment, a weekly curry night for Team 10 emerged, with Neji, Tenten and Lee sat around your large dining table, eating whatever curry you'd made that week. You sit there, smiling, as Guy explains how each component in the curry will help them become even more splendid shinobi.

At some point, you acquired a small turtle-shaped chalkboard, that hangs from a red ribbon on the handle of one of the kitchen cabinets. In the back of your mind, you think it was originally for reminders, but somewhere along the way, it got commandeered to record the results of Kakashi and Guy's challenges. You remember searching the rubble after Pain's attack to find it, sifting through tattered pages and broken ceramics in the vague hopes that it would be intact enough to save.

It is Hana Inuzuka who holds you tight around the stomach when you see the sky fill red during the 4th Shinobi War. Years ago, Guy had told you that he believed the time would come when he would eventually open the eight gate and that he would become Konoha’s red beast. he told you what would happen, from what he had gathered from the limited research on the topic. That he would burn hot as the sun and his body would disintegrate and he would fill the atmosphere as hot ash. You had sat in stunned silence at the man’s resolve and acceptance. Hana’s firm grip was suffocating around your stomach, and you could feel the eyes of members of the allied forces staring at you as you struggled, screaming. When the Infinite Tsukuyomi takes hold of you, you dream of chubby babies wearing green with pitch-black hair and iron grips, and a sweet uncle with white eyes and flowing clothes.

After the war and Guy’s discharge from the hospital, you find yourselves lost in your relationship. Guy becomes a shadow of himself, constantly encouraging you to leave, to let him wallow in peace, and for a brief few moments, you let yourself think that you could. The strain is unbearable at times, Guy considering himself unable to be your partner and you unable to reach the lightest parts of him. It is the 6th Hokage, Kakashi Hatake’s arrival on your doorstep, a new turtle chalkboard in hand that begins to turn the tide of Guy’s grief, and the pain in your relationship. Each week, Kakashi arrives for tea, and each week he issues a new challenge. It takes 6 months until Guy caves and agrees to go along with the rock paper scissors battle. He wins, 50-47. You mark the turtle chalkboard. Guy: 1, Lord 6th: 0. It hangs in your bedroom, and slowly the board becomes a mottled grey, with old chalk stains and the ghost of numbers. Guy begins training with Rock Lee again. He begins reading poetry again. His appetite climbs and climbs, and in the darkness of the night, he holds your hands and tells you he’s so so grateful you stayed - you are too.

Guy loves giving you head. He licks short wide tongued across your clit repeatedly and waits to hear your breath hitch and feel your hips twitching before he switches his tactic, enveloping your whole clit into his mouth and humming deeply as he licks and sucks, his bottom jaw rhythmically moving until your moans become deeper and longer, his hands pressing your hips into the bed. He loves it when you card your hands through his hair and grind into him. Sometimes he lets you cum like this, hips rising to meet his mouth and your fingers grasping at the sheets crying out his name, other times he edges you by drawing you closer and closer to your climax and allowing two fingers to slowly stretch you out in time with the licks of his tongue. He stops when you’re beginning to feel the pleasurable heat build and build and throws your legs up, moving quickly and lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you before your pleasure completely dissipates. He fucks you, giving himself a moment of relief before stopping to continue where he had stopped moments before, head between your legs and eyes looking up at you, dark and heavy, watching your chest brace and your muscles tense, pushing you over the edge in a few minutes, switching back to being inside you before the waves of pleasure have subsided so he can feel the clenching of your muscles around him and bring you quickly over the edge for a second time.

Even within your relationship, Guy has set himself personal challenges. When he is thrusting into you, or his fingers are deep inside you while his thumb rubs circles over your clit and your mouth hangs open, gasping and your hair is sticking to your face as you groan underneath him, overstimulated and hazy, he leans down and whispers into your ear - one more, okay? give me one more.

[sandysmoved]

(Happy Valentine’s Day gay ppl Beffica is sad and I for one think if she fell in love with my OC maybe she wouldn’t be so sad LETS GO LESBIANS)

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

Saffi glared at her journal like a mean eye would make the words write themselves, chewing on the end of her pencil harshly. Then, she thought about how long it had been since she’d had more than sauce and foraged plants to eat, and hastily switched to nibbling on her candy necklace, lest she end up developing a taste for wood.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Behind her, Sprout continued to chant his muffled little babbling, running in circles on the cot like a cat getting ready to settle down. It would be adorable (oh hell, it WAS adorable), if it wasn’t just another distraction bouncing around in her head.

The notes. The maps. The tracks. A missing explorer, and her not-so-missing girlfriend. That thing standing on the cliffs, watching from the treeline. What did it all mean?

“And if I DID get to know you, you’d probably hate me for it.”

Okay Saffi. Deep breaths. You’re smart. You’re good at mysteries. Misplaced mascots aside. Keep it together.

Her pencil refused to cooperate though, continuing to idly shade strands of a violet ponytail in a graphite monochrome.

“Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts, Beffy.”

“UGH.”

Saffi slammed her head on the desk, the pounding in her brain drowning out the concerned chattering of the captive Strabby skittering around the floor.

“This sucks. This sucks so big.”

She wasn’t gonna get any work done like this. She could barely even sit still, her foot tapping out an idle tune (get up everybody, come on and do the wiggle with meee) as she slammed her journal shut. Saffi hummed around her pencil (god, she really WAS going to acquire a taste for it at this point) as she leaned back in her chair and pulled her hair back up into her scrunchie. It wasn’t too terribly late, only a half hour or so after sunset maybe. Surely someone in town would have a request, or maybe she could try hunting down that annoying Noodler for Floofty again. Nothing burned off manic energy like actually getting set on fire accidentally.

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

...no. That could wait. Saffi had something more important to do right now, and she had an idea how she was going to do it. She spun in her chair, kicking open the box under her cot, and slid off onto the floor to dig through its contents, tugging an old, worn album from underneath a tangle of useless stuff.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Well then. Time to fix that.

~*~

Beffica sighed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes as she idly traced lines in the dirt with a stick. This sucked. This sucked REALLY BIG, actually. It would probably suck a little smaller if she wasn’t sitting on a cold hard stone threshold, but like hell was she gonna join the others by the fire when Cromdo was over there, being all...loud. And old. And Cromdo. The squeeb. She probably would’ve gone and wandered idly around the huts, maybe looked at Wiggle’s records again, but she wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at if she came back early.

Or she could go up to the airship, but...no. After that...super uncool moment she’d let slip earlier, she wouldn’t be surprised if Saffi wasn’t too interested in hanging out. Hell, she’d rather go back to the stupid cave right now, than-

Grass crunched underfoot, and Beffica glanced up, blinking in surprise at the sunset orange grumpus standing at her door. Saffi glanced down at her, her expression...odd, in the flickering firelight across the way. Her fingers drummed a bit (nervously?) on the surface of the book she was holding, before they stilled, and she took a deep breath, blinking.

Beffica opened her mouth to say...well, she didn’t know, and she didn’t have the chance to know, because Saffi beat her to it.

“I know...I know it’s...scary.”

She paused, like she was trying to remember the meaning of the words her brain had shoved out prematurely, and for once, Beffica didn’t have a response. Instead, she sat up a bit straighter, watching Saffi find the thread to explain. Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue that came naturally to her. Maybe that’s why she had been so bad at her job, in the end. Maybe that’s why she’d been so bad at a lot of things. But for some reason, in this particular instance? She was willing to wait a lifetime to find out what Saffi had to say.

“It’s scary, being known. Letting yourself be known. And that’s okay! It’s okay to be afraid. But…”

Here it comes.

Beffica flinched without meaning too, and she hoped Saffi didn’t see it. She didn’t need to look any more pathetic than she already had earlier.

Did you enjoy it, Beffy? Was it fun while it lasted? Would you do better if you could do it all over again? Not like it matters, you can’t-

“But, if I’m your bestie…and I really, REALLY like being your bestie, for the record...then maybe...I think you should at least know me.”

Beffica froze, staring up at Saffi with eyes so wide she felt like they’d pop out and roll away. What? Pardon, what?

Saffi looked down at the book, cracking it open and tracing some of the dusty contents with her eyes, suddenly very aware of how known she was offering to be.

“If. If you want to,” she murmured, suddenly looking very, very small.

And Beffica still had no words. What could she say? What could she possibly say in response to something like this? She hadn’t rehearsed for this moment (and clearly, neither had Saffi), she’d never had any preparation for this. This wasn’t a tasty morsel of information hiding under someone’s bed, a secret to be uncovered hiding behind a tree in the middle of the night. This was knowledge offered. This was someone being vulnerable, and willingly. This was sharing.

With Beffica, of all grumps.

She didn’t know what to say.

So instead, she scooted over, patting the empty space next to her in the doorway, and Saffi’s doubts visibly melted from her posture like snow from a rooftop. She plopped down unceremoniously, cracking the old album open on her knee, and Beffica didn’t hesitate to lean in close to watch her fingers trace the page to tap an old photo. “See, that’s me when I was a toddler, I spent the summer with my grandparents, and-“

Beffica couldn’t tell what the sound that escaped her throat at the sight was; kinda groan and kinda laugh. “Oh my GRUMP, bestie, no offense, but who in the world let you leave the house with your hair chopped up like that?”

“I know, right? My grandmother, bless her cotton socks but that woman should NOT have been legally allowed with ten yards of kitchen scissors-“

Saffi launched into the story like it was the easiest thing in the world, like she was reading off the latest big scoop, instead of inviting someone she’d only known a few weeks into the treasure chest of her life. Every story was like that, every explanation for why her clothes were so oversized and mismatched, or who gave her that particular stuffed animal. And not once, not once did she try to prod Beffica to contribute her own anecdote, back her into a conversational corner that could only end in an unwanted revelation, or a total shutdown.

It was...nice. Comfortable. Listening to her talk. Getting to know Saffironica Snakattak (“Only my granny calls me that, though. Granny and Floofty. The rest of you should all call me Saffi.”) as more than just the bright-eyed journalist who fell out of the sky and started pulling everyone back together in her orbit.

And if Beffica leaned in a little more with each tale? For a closer look? To hear better? To rest her head against Saffi’s arm as the night grew chilly?

Who had to know?