#she could wipe you at chess

[jone-slugger]

Kathryn Janeway: QUEEN, ICON, GODDESS.

[lanitalay]

When a High Lord is powerless.

summary: Eris x human reader, reader is sick, Eris is freaking out.

a/n: since i'm just getting over a sickness I wrote this to feel better about myself. enjoy

Warnings: none

wordcount: 1.1k

Eris pulled at his hair, helpless at the scene before him.

You were sick. The night before you told him it was a “common cold.” 

“It’s a human thing I guess, since you ethereal fae don’t ever get the sniffles.” 

He had never been around anyone ill. Fae got injured. Accelerated healing made it so only deadly blows would do any real harm. But it was never anything invisible that would wound, it was magic, blades, fire. Yesterday you had been perfect. Eris listed the things he saw you do in his mind: breakfast, ride through the groves, read, play a game of chess… all the usual things that kept you busy. 

“High Lord, I beg, don’t touch the High Lady. She has a very high fever and we must lower her temperature.” The words were a blow to his gut. A contradiction to the very instincts that urged him forward, closer to you. 

“High Lord, please.” The healer looked at him with wide eyes. He could not find malice in them, only worry to match his own. “What can I do?” 

The healer sighed and wiped her brow. “If you could find ice, it would help the fever.” 

He nodded, exiting the room at once. In all his years his magic, his fire had never been the cause of his self loathing. It was the fire that kept him going in the dark days when Beron was alive. The same fire that kept you warm in the cold Autumn nights when you first arrived was now aggravating the monster that ravaged your body. 

He winnowed to the border with Winter as soon as he stepped out of your chambers. Scooping chunks of ice and snow and praying to whatever gods might hear him that it would be enough. That they might spare you. 

Would a god implore him in a bargain? Your health for his magic. If it would bring you harm when you needed help he would be rid of it entirely. Or perhaps his immortality. There’s no him without you, not anymore. He might trade his lifespan for a human one. You’ve said that you have sixty years if you’re lucky. That would be enough… what god might- “Oh thank the Cauldron you found some! The ice in the kitchens ran out.” The healer yanks the bag from him and begins to coat your body in the frigid substance. You moan, discomfort rousing you from sleep. 

“Eris… where is he-”

“I’m right here, love.” Your hand reaches for his, but the healers instructions were clear. Heat would worsen your condition and he was a walking furnace. “I’m right here, the healers say the cold will help with the fever.”

“I don’t- I don’t like this Eris, I’m cold. Hold me, please…” He can’t stand it. The paleness of your skin, the heaviness in your eyes and the dark circles beneath. Your teeth are chattering. He steps closer. “High Lord! She is merely uncomfortable, the ice is helping. Please try to remain calm.”

He fumes. “Then make her comfortable! She’s your High Lady! If harm comes her way I will not hesitate-”

“Don’t yell, my darling. I’m alright… just a bit cold is all.” Your voice is barely a whisper as it slaps him across the face.

“I apologize, I’m worried about my mate.”

The healer huffs in acknowledgement and returns to her ministrations. “It’s just a cold Eris, I’ll be fine by tomorrow. Back in the Human Lands my mother would make me broth and I’d be back to normal.” 

“What kind of broth?” 

Then he was in the kitchen. No cooks were on duty in the middle of the night so he followed a recipe from a book, which he ignored a soon as he foud a medicinal journal. He boiled anything he could find with healing properties to make an unappetizing broth but at the very least it would help your body fight. 

“This smells terrible.”

“Humor me.” You gag as you get another whiff but manage to down a few sips. The lukewarm liquid soothes your throat so, against your tastebuds screaming otherwise, you sigh in relief. “Is that better?” 

You nod and give him a quarter of a smile. 

“Is there nothing else I can do?” 

“You can brush my hair.” Eris looks towards the healer for her approval. “So long as you only touch her with a brush, it should be fine, High Lord.”

He  massages your scalp with the soft bristles of the brush andthen proceeds to rid your hair of the tangles being in bed had caused. If he was being honest, it looked like a bird’s nest. He’s as gentle as he can, and a loud snore makes his heart jump to his throat. You’d fallen asleep again. 

“Her fever is better, I will return by sunrise to check again. If anything happens please do not hesitate to call, High Lord.” 

“Thank you, Willa.” She nods and pats him on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine, my Lord.”

It’s morning when Eris wakes up in the chair beside your bed. A sneeze that startled both of you was his good morning. “I need a handkerchief.” You request while covering your nose and mouth with your hands. Eris digs into his pocket and gives you his. “Don’t look at me while do this, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” 

You roll your eyes and just urge him to “look away!” He does and what follows in a wet, squelching sound he cannot imagine is coming from the beautiful creature on the bed. “All done,” you say in a defeated tone. The energy you had gathered from sleep had been wiped out by a sneeze and a blow of the nose. 

“How are you feeling?” It takes you a while to reply as you cuddle up closer to the pillows substituting Eris’ body. “A bit better, I suppose.” 

“You said you’d be back to normal today.” What if you had taken a turn for the worse? Had the fever been too much?

“It’s not an exact science, my love. But my throat doesn’t hurt anymore, so I am better.” 

  “You’ll be the death of me I swear.” You reach your hand out to his. He hesitates. 

“I don’t have a fever anymore, hold my hand.” He has no power agaisnt his mate and has been craving your touch for hours. Your hand is icy in his, but its just as soft as he remembers it. “See, I’m right here, not going anywhere yet.” 

Yet. Because you had your days numbered, illness or not. He would never be ready to part. Never wants to face eternity with out you. So he reaches out to the gods again, hoping at least one would take up his bargain.

[nachrosas]

CHECKMATE | s.reid x reader

summary: in which an unexpected thunderstorm leads you and spencer a afternoon full of chess matches and childhood memories pairing: spencer reid x reader content warnings: none, just pure fluff word count: 1.6k a/n: hi! first time in a long time that i have written a fic over 1k words! this was also supposed to be posted yesterday, but my internet suddenly stopped working. hope you guys like it and feedback is always appreciated! till the next one!

The sound of the rain pounded incessantly against the windows of Spencer's small apartment, it was as if nature was determined to flood the whole world. In the corner of the room, the yellowish light of a lamp cast soft shadows on the various piles of books that seemed to have been strategically placed, something Spencer called “controlled organization”.

You were sitting on the shag carpet, watching Spencer who, with the sleeves of his dress shirt folded up to his elbows and his glasses slipping slightly down his nose, was completely focused on preparing the chessboard on the coffee table.

“You know, I'd say getting stuck here is pretty unlucky,” you commented, a playful smile on your lips. “But honestly, I think it's better than being stuck with an unsub.”

Spencer looked up at you, the corners of his mouth curving into a shy smile. “Technically, the probability of being hit by that storm was only 23%, so… we can say we were statistically surprised.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course you'd know that.”

He placed the last piece on the board and, with a casual gesture, indicated the place in front of you. “It's ready. But I warn you right now that I'm a tough opponent.”

“Ah, Reid.” you said, approaching and taking your seat. “I may not have memorized 50 chess moves, but I'm great at distractions.”

As the storm roared outside, the feeling of being cooped up was quickly replaced by the warmth of laughter, shared glances, and the certainty that that rainy afternoon would be unforgettable.

Spencer was completely focused on the board. His fingers hovered over the white knight, assessing all the possible moves before moving the piece. His expression was a mixture of absolute focus and slight satisfaction, as if he knew that victory was only a few moves away.

“Do you really think you can beat me so easily?” you asked, leaning forward, resting your chin on your hands.

“It's not a question of 'think'.” Spencer replied, moving his horse with surgical precision. “It's just logic. Three moves, and I put you in checkmate.”

“Three moves?” you repeated, widening your eyes in comic exaggeration. “That sounds like a threat.”

“It's not a threat, it's just an observation.” He gave a discreet smile, adjusting his glasses.

You crossed your arms and tilted your head, pretending to think deeply. “You know, it reminds me of the time I tried to teach my little cousin to play chess. In his words, the king was a 'super pawn' and he kept using it to capture all my pieces.”

Spencer stopped adjusting the bishop and looked at you, eyebrows raised. “A super-pawn? That goes against all the rules of the game!”

“Exactly!” you replied, with a mischievous grin. “But it was very amusing to see him shouting 'super champion on the attack!' before losing miserably.”

He let out an unexpected laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly. He tried to regain his composure, but you could see that he had lost his train of thought.

“Oh, and there's more!” you continued, pointing to the board. “Did you know that his queen was having an 'affair' with my queen and was allied to my side? Because, according to him, 'she liked my team better'.”

Another laugh escaped Spencer, now louder, and he had to take off his glasses to wipe his eyes. “That's ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous or genius?” you said, nonchalantly moving a piece. “Maybe I should adopt the super champion strategy.”

He blinked, realizing too late that you had distracted him long enough to mount a counterattack. Looking at the board, Spencer let out a resigned sigh, but the smile still shone on his face.

“I can't believe you did that!” he admitted, lowering his head. “You stole my concentration!”

“Distraction is a legitimate strategy,” you replied, triumphantly. “And honestly, it was worth every second just to hear you laugh like that.”

Spencer laughed again, this time without resistance. “All right, but I warn you, next time I'll be prepared for your super pawn.”

After quick and funny chess matches, the chessboard had been put aside, and you were now sprawled on the sofa, warm cups of tea in hand. The storm outside was now a distant, almost comforting sound, while the conversation flowed like rain against the window.

“Okay, my turn,” you began, a smile playing on your lips. “When I was about ten, I had the brilliant idea of building a catapult in the backyard.”

Spencer arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “A catapult? That sounds… a bit ambitious.”

“It was!” you said, laughing. ”I saw it in a cartoon and thought I knew exactly how to make it. I took a plank of wood, a spring from the old sofa we had in the garage, and a big spoon from the kitchen. My idea was to throw fruit in the air, like a mad scientist.”

Spencer was already smiling, but his gaze showed a mixture of genuine curiosity and amusement. “Did it work?”

“More or less,” you admitted, shaking your head. “I didn't calculate the strength of the spring properly, so the first thing I threw — an apple — went straight through the kitchen window. Mom showed up five seconds later, and I was holding the spoon like an unsub caught red-handed.”

Spencer laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And what happened then?”

“I was grounded for a week, but my mother kept the apple with the spoon mark on it as proof of my flawed genius.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Okay, I admit, it's an impressive story. But I think I can match it.”

You leaned towards him, interested. “Oh really? I want to hear it.”

“When I was eight, I was determined to learn origami,” he began, settling down on the sofa. ”I found a book in the library and decided that the best place to practice would be during lunchtime at school. So I took all the colored papers from the library and started folding them into various shapes. My idea was to create a giant swan.”

You blinked, trying to imagine. “All the colored papers? That's… too much, Spencer.”

He smiled slightly, continuing. “The problem was that I accidentally blocked the canteen's emergency exit by stacking the parts. When the shift inspector saw it here, she called the management, thinking I was sabotaging the school.”

You burst out laughing. “You were accused of sabotage for making origami?”

“Yes!” Spencer replied, his eyes sparkling with humor. “I spent the rest of the day trying to explain that it wasn't an act of vandalism, just an unsuccessful artistic experiment.”

Your laughter filled the room, light and genuine. When you finally calmed down, he looked at you with a soft smile.

“You know,” he said. “it's funny how our silliest flaws say so much about who we are.”

You nodded, smiling back. “And how they bring us closer together. It seems we were always meant to create creative chaos.”

He laughed again, agreeing. The sound of the rain continued outside, but inside that small space, everything seemed infinitely more welcoming.

The storm had died down considerably, and the sound of the rain blended softly with the noise of the cars that had returned to the streets. Spencer, now holding an open book in his hands, was lying next to him on the sofa, their voices alternating as they read aloud. The title was a classic that he always mentioned, and you felt grateful that he had shared that moment with you.

Spencer began to read a passage with his characteristic tone, where curiosity seemed to leap from his words as if he were living the story alongside the main characters. His soft, cadenced voice made the surroundings seem even more peaceful.

You followed along attentively, feeling the familiarity of the moment. There was no rush, no need for anything other than the warmth of mutual companionship and the comfort of the written word. Sometimes you would pause and, with a smile, ask him about details of the characters or what he thought of the plot, and he would always respond enthusiastically.

“What do you think, should it be more unpredictable or deeper?” you asked, leaning a little closer to him.

Spencer looked at you, the shy smile that always appeared in quiet moments like that. “The unpredictability is interesting, but the depth… that really stands out. When you feel you know the character as well as you know yourself.”

You smiled back, touching his hand lightly, the touch simple but meaningful. “I think that's what makes the moment when we're here on the sofa, reading together, so special. It's not about what happens in the book, it's about how you lose yourself in it.”

Spencer was silent for a moment, his expression soft and thoughtful. He turned another page and looked at the book, but then his attention turned to you.

“Yes.” he said with an almost imperceptible lightness. “The best moments are not the big events, but the small ones, when we are simply present.”

The silence between you became comfortable, only the turning of pages filled the space. Outside, the heavy storm had now turned into a light drizzle, but inside the apartment, the world seemed whole in every word you read, in every glance you exchanged.

The day was ending, but you knew that this would be one of the moments that would remain etched in your memory, like a quiet, constant point of light. And as you looked at Spencer, his eyes shining softly in the light of the lamp, you realized that perhaps these little moments, shared with someone special, were the real treasures of life.

[strawberymilku]

Checkmating You

featuring: Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers troupe, kinda vanilla sex, semi-public, oral receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: wow, wow i didn't knw blade and danheng smut would get a lot of notes, tysm for tht. he's my first 5*, and forever has my heart. its basically friends to lover, and jy being freaky deaky on the chess board, wink wink.

word count: 3.9k

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"Yeah I will win this time," she replied, organizing the chess pieces, she looked rather calm, unlike the other times, she was so mad that she wiped all the chess pieces off the table in rage because she hates to lose over her friend, Jing Yuan, the general of Xianzhou Luofu. She sipped her tea, coming up with a strategy in her head.

Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle at her determination, picking up his own hand of pieces. He took a sip of his tea, his eyes narrowing as he studied her body language and tried to understand the strategy she was planning. He raised an eyebrow playfully. “You sure? Because I know that look you’ve got…” He paused for a moment before breaking apart the silence. “I’ve got something up my sleeve this time. You won’t be so sure you’ll win this time.”

"How sure are you, that I won't win this time?" her eyes shifted boringly into his golden ones, moving the pawn two steps forward, she won’t lose this time, for sure.

“Pretty sure…” he replied with a yawn, his eyes glinting mischievously. She could tell he wasn’t lying.

“You think that pawn’s going to save you?” the general asked, almost mocking her. This time, his hands were hidden underneath the table as he moved each piece strategically.

“I’m feeling more ruthless this time,” he continued, his eyes narrowing on her while she made her next move. 

She made the left knight move forward, eyes looking up to see his reaction and focus on the board. She rather not talk to give herself a mysterious appearance.

His golden eyes narrow as he takes note of her move.  The general's face remained stoic as he moved his pawn forward to keep it in check. His smirk shifted into a small smile as he glanced at her eyes, studying them. "Hmm... not too bad," he says, his lips tilting upwards, she just reminded him of when they were teenagers, and how silly that he used to have a crush on her.

The general moved one of his rooks forward, and they exchanged glances again. He seemed to be analyzing her every move and thinking ahead, his heart thumped more when he stole a few looks at her determined face. 

"I have a question, how come you're not married yet?" she brought up another sensitive topic, she knew how to tick him off as she moved the right side of her knight forward. It was too much for Jing Yuan to double-check if he heard her correctly and if she was really asking about his marital status.

Jing Yuan shifted his eyes up to hers, and she could see how the general was thrown off just as she expected.

"Why is that a topic of interest?" he asked, his voice even and steady as he moved his rook to a good position. She was trying to throw him off his game for sure.

"No, it's funny how you are popular, and yet you're single, aren't you close to your thirties?" she spoke as if time was a warning, she waited for him to finish his move.

"Popularity and romantic relationships aren't correlated," the man said in a calm voice, avoiding the question about his single-ness entirely. It was true that he was popular, and many women had an interest in him, but he seemed to prefer being alone.

He moved his knight forward, but then looked back at her, his voice slightly lowering. "Are you asking because you're interested in me?"

She never knew that question would backfire on her, she furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head. She was obviously blushing from the unexpected question from her one true friend, she cleared her throat to maintain her composure, with a simple ‘no’.

‘Bullseye’, he tilted his head back before chuckling and his voice in a husk, leaning in towards her slightly. "Maybe I should ask another question in return. Why are you blushing all of a sudden?" he seemed to know how to play with her strings, leaning in a little closer, making eye contact with her.

"I-uh, let's just finish the game shall we?" she cleared her throat once more as she could sense his breath so closely towards her, throwing her off, he indeed made her lose words and for a moment she forgot what strategy she was using for chess. He has the upper hand here, of course. He is Jing Yuan.

The general can't help but smile lightly. She was flustered. There was a silence between them before he spoke up again.  "I take it that means you lied about not being interested?" his eyes weren’t on the board, his eyebrow raising suggestively as his fingers tapped the table playfully, patiently waiting for her answer.

"What?!" she looked up at him. "N-no way, I only see you as a friend," she started stuttering, she knew he was playing his psychological tricks on her. She already fumbled on the chess moves, making a grave mistake.

Minutes passed by, and the general was enjoying seeing her get nervous and flustered. He had her all to himself, and he was going to take advantage of the situation while he had it. “Checkmate,” he was smugged with his tactics. The girl was left speechless, she looked so hot and bothered, she didn’t like losing like this again, was he playing with her feelings this time too?

“Then… what’s with the blushing?” asked Jing Yuan, leaning forward as if he was going in for a kiss, his breath grazing her lips. It was only just a centimetre apart.

"No, no it's the weather obviously-" her words were cut off with a kiss, really? Right in front of the game?

He had made his move, not the chess, he couldn’t lose her like he lost his chance before; he never really cared about playing chess with her, it was the time he enjoyed with her. He kissed her, enjoying the feeling of their lips meeting and the surprise that crossed her expression.

He pulled away after a magical moment between them, smiling down at her. "You didn't seem very interested a moment ago," he whispered into her ears, leaning his forehead against hers.

She knew he put her in a cupid’s chokehold, she covered her face out of embarrassment, red spreading across her cheeks, it was time. Time to confess all the feelings they had suppressed for years: 

"Yeah, I like you. A lot, since we were teenagers," she admitted with a blurt, not daring to look into his powerful eyes.

Jing Yuan's lips curved upward into a small smile. Actually, it was the real checkmate he was aiming for earlier, his breath tickling her ear. "You have feelings for me? Really?" he whispered, one of his hands coming up to rest against her cheek. He was genuinely surprised at how this love game turned out.

"I, I do, I thought it was impossible so I tried to move on.." she coughed up all the words finally, she had been holding, gazing into his golden eyes. 

"You thought it was impossible to love *me*?" he asks with a light smile, his eyebrows creasing together curiously.

He didn’t seem to understand why she thought it was impossible to love him, but the general took in her reaction. Her eyes are so soft, and her blush is so adorable. How could he possibly refuse her?

He shifted his seat closely before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

As he looked deeply into her eyes, "How could you think it was impossible? My entire being and heart belongs to you," the general whispered like sugar was a thing before he ate just now, his eyes beginning to shine in the dim lighting of the courtyard.

"Not like. *Really* like. You're not just a good friend or my best friend to me..." Jing Yuan spoke in a softer tone, still hugging her in his broad shoulders, his voice barely escaping his lips.

"Would you like to be my love and my other half? I want to care for you, protect you, and love you till the end of my days... and beyond," Jing Yuan finally had the urge to confess and asked her out, his heart pounding in his chest, as he waited for her reply.

"I would love to become your lover..I want to nurture you and support you and love you until my days end.." she said in the sentence with more boldness, it is time, Time that they develop this relationship more extremely matter.

He liked that answer, how much she was giving in towards his proposal. His face brightened like a warning sun to her response, his smile growing wider than ever. The general's heart pounded in his chest rapidly, and his eyes were on her lips. This was a moment he's been waiting for since they were teenagers.

"You'll be my lover? Is that a yes?" the general asked again, wanting confirmation before he pulled her into another kiss. 

"Yes.." she replied, leaning her face closer towards his lips, as their lips collided together like two worlds bonded. It was just him and her, them against the world. The background noises of sparrows didn’t seem to be in the picture or the sound of the waterfall at their back. 

Their lips moved in unison, not hiding their feelings away, his hands wrapping around her. He pulled her even closer, wanting each piece of her to be pressed against him. They kissed passionately - neither wanted to let go easily for now...

Their lips didn't break away from one another for a long time, even though it was probably quite late. He had always known he loved this woman, and now, finally, he could call her his lover. 

He wanted to claim her, no he needed to claim her

Hence, he went feral for his desire for her. Their kiss suddenly became a hot mess, as Jing Yuan placed her on the large chessboard, not even wiping the pieces away, 

"Jing Yuan?!" she gasped as he made her lay down on the huge board with some of the pieces remaining on the board, he had been longing to do this whenever they played chess. He wanted to claim her as his, right on the board, he had been holding his patience as it was wearing thin.

“Nothing,” the general replied nonchalantly, his voice thickened with desire and as he leaned closer towards his body.

He placed one hand on her cheek, another hand pinning her wrist to the board for a moment, kissing her for a few seconds, his eyes looking down at her in pure adoration - wanting her. His other hand travels down her neck, gliding her collarbone, and down to her thigh, where his hand finally rested.

Kisses weren’t enough, his breath was getting closer to hers. His hands move to touch her, exploring her body, but he pulls away for a moment to give her a chance to respond. “Is this too fast? *Can I have you right here, right now?*” begging for her permission to please her right on the chessboard.

"N-no, go on.." she looked pretty on the chess board with the chess pieces lying around in his eyes, a body sculpted to look beautifully aligned with the other chess pieces, her breaths hitched on his neck, making him go crazy with her warm vanilla scent, he wished to smell further.

The general whispered into her ear, his breath brushing against it and making her warm. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, letting the moment sink in as he moved in to kiss her again, bruising her soft red lips with his rough ones.

His lips met her neck as he parted away from the gentle kisses, and his hands slowly began to glide up her arms. He wanted to take her shirt off, but he still wanted to make sure she was comfortable for a while. But the general is losing control of his thoughts - his desire for her is growing out of control. 

He couldn’t control himself as blood rushed between his thighs, she was so beautiful enough to want to claim her right on the chessboards, she was his wildest dream.

"You're my queen, you know that?" he replied putting the queen piece in her mouth, making her bite on it. "Good, I will now make you feel like one," his hands were touching her whole body, ready to please her, as a queen should be treated right.

He made her the queen in more than one way, and Jing Yuan loved every second of it. 

He couldn't help but touch her and kiss her neck, he wanted to worship her. He wanted to be devoted to his Queen. His lips nibbled on her neck, with a red mark, his voice filling her with admiration and want. 

A king needs his queen on the board, doesn’t he?

Jing Yuan didn't even care anymore that they were outside in a public area. Not that Lieutenant Yanqing would intrude right now, he was off to a prolonged mission to chase the Stellaron Hunters, and he let the prisoner escape on purpose just for this moment.

The general leaned down, his breath on her neck making her skin feel hot. "Are you... okay with this?" he asks calmly, as his lips move to kiss her neck marking her, he was strong enough to tear up her clothing with ease, ripping them apart, they were covering her beauty indeed.

He gasped as he took a moment of appreciation for her curvy body, naked, he loved every part of it. His lips pressed on her chest, kissing it with each praise, the general taking his time to make sure she was comfortable with him. “Your skin is so soft, my love,” he whispered after kissing her stomach too, showering with every possible kiss until his hands reached her soaked-up panties.

The heat on her skin quickly gets intense, and the general's fingers begin to gently touch her wet folds, rubbing her nub making the queen piece she was biting, fall out of her mouth as he rubs against her wet slick, making the sloppiest noises and a moan escaping from her lips.

“So wet, for me, maybe it’s true you have feelings for me, yes?” he chuckled near her ears with a coy tone, prepping her entrance with her juicy coat on his double digits of fingers. “Can I have your taste, queen?” he was such a gentleman for wanting to please her, pushing in her wet cunt, in and out with a pace upwards, his fingers could feel her velvet walls tightly.

“And so tight for me, I can’t wait to feel that on my cock,” his lips let out a few moans, ramming her tight hole, taking his two sloppy fingers, licking the white liquid on his hand, admiring as if it was an artwork he has done on her, tasting every drop of it.

“You taste nice as well, I think I want more~” he teased as he spread her thighs with the force he had on her, “Please?” he demanded if she wanted more as well, giving a peck on the thighs, looking at her hungrily. He literally wanted to eat her right away, like a wolf, pouncing on his prey. His golden orbs glistened, waiting for her pleas. 

“Y-yes, general. I want you to taste me too,” her breaths became heavier, and there was embarrassment still written on her face, therefore, he placed his head between her thighs, kissing all her wet folds, licking her up, tasting the hot liquids melting on his tongue, pleasing her as much as he wanted. 

The boner in his pants grew further, hot pre-cum leaking out of his underwear, as he let out a growl, licking her sensitive bud aggressively, he looked up for a while to pause if she was having a moment of her life as well, with a smug look. He is indeed, doing a good job in giving pleasure towards his queen. God, he couldn’t wait to prove how much love he has for you.

“Would you want me to continue more, my queen?” he gave a teasing look, and she couldn’t help but give a pathetic whiney noise, saying yes and please, with moans in between, sometimes, his name as well, which turns him on, his cock was absolutely aching for her touches, but he has to be patient somehow, there is no way he could hurt her if he didn’t prep her enough, he resumed his eating out activity by abusing her clit, circling on it, fingers inside deep inside her, moving in a vigorous movement, that earns more higher pitch whines and pants from her throat. 

She was a literal hot mess for him to claim him, just for her. He couldn’t maintain further, he had to do something more that than. “May I?” he unbuckled his military white pants, right away, the monster dick full of veins and heat, sprung out from his black boxers. 

There is no way this thing could fit inside, yet he knows. Does he even care if it would fit in? No? The look on her face was priceless, seeing his huge cock for the first time, which amused the general. 

“Any questions, love?” he let out a few manly chuckles, not surprised how surprised she looked right now, giving his large dick a few pumps from his hands, pre cum still oozing out from the tip, dripping on the wooden board she was placed on. 

“No way, no way that will fit in me,” she shook her head, still amazed at the size of his shaft. 

“Oh, yes, yes it will, just relax, beautiful,” his words were comforting, as her back eased up on the wooden chessboard, listening to the general’s words like an obedient pet.

He played on her folds with his tip a few times, wanting her to beg for it, edging her wildest pleasure by placing his tip against the clit several times. But it was an unexpected swift move, as he obviously, entered her tight wall in one pace, stretching deep into her warm pussy. He felt proud as a loud moan was filled across the area, it would be enough for the cloud knights to know what they were up to. “God, you are so warm, love,” he did give her time to adjust to his gigantic size, which let out a grunt, kissing her lovingly, showering her face with kisses, by cupping her cheeks, giving her time as much as she needs, so she could be distracted from the sudden pain. “I-I” the female tried to catch some breath, “I think I’m ready,” she exhaled softly, wrapping her arms around his back, feeling every inch deepening into her warm cunt, his tip almost kissing her cervix a few times, he began to move slowly, but sensually, she could feel herself wrapped around his cock. 

His thrusts were slow and romantic. “My queen, you feel so good, I can’t get enough,” he let out a few moans, kissing her lips again, praising how warm she was, pumping his dick into her tight walls, feeling every part of her cunt clenching on his wrapped up dick. He could cum in any second, but he has his own policy: she must cum and feel satisfied before him.

The gentleman, put his hands on the chessboard to adjust his position further, sweat dripping on her body and on the chessboard, the place smelt like a mix of their scents, sweat and sex, he growled as he could feel her cervix, he went over and over again to the sweet spot, kissing it with his tip, earning more moans from his queen.

She looked very beautiful at that moment, hair spreading across the board, under him, vulnerable from his unfaded desires of wanting to fuck her until her body squealed in pleasure, the place was filled with filthy noises from their sex, pressing on her cunt with sloppier noises, his base of his cock, slapping her skin with a different pace, he was going faster. “You can take my cock, pretty well right?” he asked more questions, wiping the sweat across her forehead, not stopping his fastening motions while she moaned more with immense lust. “Yes, general. I can take it in well for you,” her voice was getting hoarse, praising him like an Aeon she needed to worship and give her everything to him. He kissed her lips once again, his hands on her waist so he could get better access in slamming his cock again, this time, abusing her cervix. “I want to fill you up, queen,” he confessed his filthy sins in her ear, giving a playful bite at the end. This man knew how to come with his words, he wasn’t even pausing his merciless thrusts, making her stomach turn into butterflies and her guts tightening from every praise. 

She gripped his back, fingers deep in his skin, Jing Yuan doesn’t mind the little pain, he received on his bare skin, it was too little to compare to how much ecstasy he has been having while fucking her raw, feeling every part of his desires fulfilled by his one and only. “Cum for me, queen. I want to make you feel good, I should be the only man you could please you well,” he was demanding, as his movements weren’t stoppable, the girl was getting more of his love, and he wanted to show her what she was missing out for years. “Ahh, Jing Yuan, I’m close,” she panted as her warm breath tickled on his neck, there he felt her hole orgasming, spasming on his cock, before he didn’t even come inside her. She doesn’t really care how her back was hurt from the hard board, she just wanted him at this very moment. “Good job,” he helped her catch her breaths, wiping the sweat, admiring how he made her feel good with his dick. “But I must first, do my part as well,” he continued rolling his hips, deepening inside her hole again, dick twitching and aching from cumming inside her. White liquids started to fill her post-orgasm insides, arriving after her pleasure, there was a burning sensation in her womb. He finally let out a few satisfied moans, saying her name like a prayer, as if she were the drug he took this morning. “You are so beautiful like this,” he bent over after he took out his cock, admiring the masterpiece of finishing her up. “I love you,” he kissed her forehead gently, whispering on the chessboard. “I love you too,” she replied lovingly, falling in love deeper into his golden eyes, putting his white strands away from his face, and pulling him in her embrace.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ “Master Jing Yuan, the board seemed to be so wet, did Y/N rage again and spill tea on it?” the innocent Yanqing happened to be the one playing after her, touched the board and the queen piece was still missing from the board on the general's side.

It made the general recall the memories she had with him together, making him giggle like a maiden falling in love. “Ask Y/N that for later,” 

Yanqing just gave a weird look not sure what was going on but he knew after that chess play, the two friends both had become lovers instead.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[sodamnradd]

(slightly nsfw)

Yards away from the ramshackle cottage filled with people who don’t like him, Draco lets his himself cry. Snape dumped him here an hour ago and left after a private meeting with The Order.

Footsteps approach. Draco wipes his tears.

It’s Granger, carrying a bowl of lumpy pasta.

“I was saving the box for a rainy day but figured you could use it more than me.”

He stares at the offering, and scrunches his nose. “That’s revolting.”

She says, “I’m sorry about your father.”

Draco’s eyes sting. Then, since she still hasn’t left, he tries the lumpy pasta and finds it offensively delicious.

-

Two weeks later he’s playing Wizard’s Chess with Weasley when Granger appears, a bag strapped across her shoulder.

Weasley hugs her so fiercely, her feet lift off the floor.

“There are only two rooms,” says Weasley, welcoming her inside. “But you can share mine.”

She shakes her head. “The sofa’s fine.”

-

Weasley hurls a howling werewolf against a tree.

Draco stuns two more, searching the field frantically for Granger.

A scream pierces the air.

He doesn’t think before he launches himself between her and the feral wolf. Something sharp slashes his shoulder. Gritting his teeth, Draco takes Granger’s hand and touches the port-key in his pocket.

They land in a heap, gasping atop each other.

She’s bleeding profusely. Her forehead, her cheek, her chin.

-

It’s not until he’s cleaned her up, using magic to sew the scar on her temple back together, that she discovers his shirt is drenched in blood.

She makes a fuss when he removes his shirt. “This is worse than my scar. You should’ve said something!”

“We’re not keeping tabs, Granger.” Truthfully, he’d forgotten all about it when he’d seen her hurt.

Her hands are gentle as she cleans his wound.

They receive word from The Order that the battle was successful, but Ron has been reassigned to a different safe house.

“I won’t have to sleep on the sofa anymore.” She jokes, her breath warm on his spine.

It’s the oddest thing, but his cock stirs. Just the idea of Granger in a bed makes him feel too tight in his skin.

-

They play house for a few days.

Draco enters the kitchen one morning and falters when he sees her in his jumper.

“It was on the chair,” she says apologetically. “I was cold.”

“It’s fine.”

Seeing Granger in his clothes has a deeper effect than he thought. He’s hard again. Admittedly, he’s hard a lot these days.

-

They’re playing chess when Granger poses casually, “Who’s the last person you kissed?”

Draco says, “Pansy.” Without having to think about it. He meets her eye. “You?”

“Ron,” she says.

He tries not to wince, wondering if it was while they all lived together.

“Did you sleep with Pansy?”

His cock stirs again. He exhales. “Yeah,” he says, unable to ask the same question. He doesn’t want to think of Granger naked with another bloke. 

“Do you miss it?” she asks. “Sex?”

He gives her a telling look.

She makes the next move on the chessboard, cheeks aflame.

He shoves his chair back and, when she looks up, he pats his lap. “Come here.”

He thinks she’ll say no. That she’s merely curious and that her questions didn’t mean anything. But she doesn’t do any of that.

He watches, fascinated, as she rises from her seat. And when she straddles him, he’s pretty sure his heart explodes.

-

Sex with Granger makes war tolerable. He’s addicted after one taste. More. It’s all he ever wants. More and more and more.

On the sofa, on the counter, in his bed, in the shower, against his bedroom door.

Her body is lush and responsive. Her skin is gorgeous covered in his love bites. When she moans his name, Draco aches.

She’s doing exactly that, riding him furiously on the sofa with her hair tangled between his fingers, when the door swings open and Snape enters.

Granger gasps, ducking away.

Draco curses, plucking his shorts from the ground.

Snape turns around, giving them a few seconds to become decent. He’s ramrod straight and possibly not breathing.

“I’m so sorry professor,” Granger apologizes profusely. Her voice a little raspy. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“I would hope not,” snarls Snape, peeking cautiously over his shoulder. “I dare say, when we thought you two were occupied, this isn’t what we had in mind.”

Draco bites his lip so not to laugh. He’s not sure who’s more humiliated. Granger or Snape.

“Where’s the research?”

“One moment.” Granger dashes upstairs wearing Draco’s jumper inside out and backwards.

Snape says, “What are you smirking about?”

Draco shrugs, untroubled. “Nothing.”

“Attachment only causes distraction, Malfoy.”

“Or something to fight for,” he rebuts.

“And if she dies?” He sneers. “If you fall in love with that girl and something happens to her, you won’t survive. I know you.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to her,” he says firmly.

Snape narrows his eyes, realizing it’s too late for words of caution. “You fool.”

Draco says, “Don’t tell the others about this.” Because he knows they’ll separate them if they find out. “Please.”

Granger returns wearing trousers. She passes a ribboned scroll to Snape.

Snape stares in disdain, taking it after a beat too long. He glowers at Draco, his mouth forming a straight line. He says, “If you wish to survive, you’ll stop this.” Draco is about to protest, but Snape holds up his hand. “But as far as I’m concerned, I was never here. Good riddance.”

He slams the door on his way out.

Draco remembers the devastation of losing his father. Snape’s right. They probably shouldn’t.

And yet.

When Granger locks her arms around his neck and bursts into a fit of giggles, he melts.

To hell with it all. He’ll fight for them until the bloody end.

(976 words. Prompt: secret safe house relationship discovered by Snape from X).

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Hello! Hope you’re well. I’d like to put in a request for King Baldwin x reader where they were put into an arranged marriage and reader is very shy and the two haven’t had the time to spend time together and get to know each other at all. One day Baldwin invites her to his room and teaches her how to play chess while getting to know each other.

♡ Arranged Marriage - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for this beautiful request. I had fun writing this, it is a very sweet idea. I hope it is what you had in mind. As always, this is about the King Baldwin from the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figgure. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy

The evening of the wedding was fast approaching. With each day it drew closer, y/n became more and more nervous. She did not even know the name of the man she was to be wed to. She knew that he was the king of Jerusalem, but Jerusalem was a very distant place from where she had lived her entire life. She had never before seen the Holy land and she never believed she would.

It was her father who arranged the marriage with the king's mother. It was the price she paid for being the daughter of a rich lord. She wondered if her soon to be husband was as nervous as she, was but she came to the conclusion that he was more likely to just want this to be over and done with.

But this was not the case. Baldwin was equally as nervous to meet his soon to be wife, but with more of a feeling of enthusiasm than fear. He was looking forward to the day of the wedding and enjoyed making the arrangements greatly.

At the age of 22 he had never in his life even felt the touch woman, aside from his mother and sister, and even then it was not the warm, loving touch of a wife that he so craved.

However, he did have some doubts on her willingness to be with a leper. He had overheard some servants speaking about how “she must be out of her mind to marry a man with such a disease”. This thought was the only thing troubling him about the affair. He knew he did not have much time left in his life and if this marriage worked out as he had hoped, he would be leaving behind his lovely wife all too soon. 

On the day of the wedding, y/n and her father, accompanied by the guests, arrived to the city of Jerusalem bright and early to begin the preparations. Y/n felt sick with worry. A thousand questions ran through her mind. “What if he doesn't like me?”, “what if i am unable to bare him a rightful air to the throne?”, "what if I accadently offend him?".

She barely spoke all day. Simply hiding behind her veil to avoid interaction. When the hour of the wedding came, Baldwin was as nervous as he was excited. He was finding it difficult to contain his delight and was grateful for the iron mask that concealed his constant smile.

Y/n on the other hand was terrified. Her hands were shaking and sweat had begun to form on her brow. She quickly reached under her veil with a cloth to wipe her face. She needed to relax, but she couldn't. 

It was time. The guests entered the church and the wedding began. As y/n approached the altar, her vision was so blurry that she could barely see her new husband. But as she got closer, she could make out his features a bit more. He wore white robes with gold trimming, and he appeared to be wearing a mask? One of his hands was bandaged and the other was in a glove.

She had been warned of his leprosy but never saw an issue in his possible appearance, nor contracting the disease. More that they may not have many years together, so where would she end up when he was gone? She pushed this out of her mind and continued walking. She avoided eye contact with him as the officials proceeded, and before she even knew it, it was over. 

By the end of the proceedings, Baldwin himself was exhausted. The long period of standing had been very hard on his body, but he wanted to meet with his new wife desperately.

She was so beautiful. Seeing her at the wedding took his breath away more than he thought it would. He could never have imagined that someone so gorgeous could agree to marry him. She looked like an angel. He longed to see her. Hear her speak, learn all there was to learn about her.

But he was far too tired. He cursed his frail body for being so weak. Once his physicians had finished their work, changing his bandages and cleaning his wounds, he climbed into his bed slowly. He removed his mask, finally being able to breathe somewhat clearly.

Closing his eyes, all he could see was her beautiful face. It warmed his heart knowing that she was in the same building as him and that tomorrow, he could finally see her. He fell asleep quickly that night.

Y/n however, was far less relaxed than he was. Her nerves had been calmed from the conclusion of the ceremonies, but they pricked back up again when she realized that tomorrow, she would need to speak with him. Perhaps she could avoid it? Tell the servants that she had fallen ill and would not be in a fit state to meet with the king for fear of getting him sicker than he already was? That would set her back a few days at least and give her time to prepare.

She decided that it would be the best action to take to prevent her from embarrassing herself. She had always been a shy person when around people she was not well acquainted with. She hoped that this anxiety would fade the more time she spent with her new husband. But for now, she would inform the servants that she had fallen ill. She hoped he would not become angry with her for this.

-----------------

The following day, Baldwin received the news that y/n would not be meeting with him due to illness. He was disappointed, yes. But angry? Not at all.

At first, he worried about her health and prayed that she would make a full recovery, but as the day wore on he became even more worried that she was fabricating an excuse  to not see him. This saddened him greatly. He began to doubt that she would in fact stay with someone as grotesque as him. Perhaps he had done something wrong? Maybe she was afraid of contracting leprosy?

He spent the entire day in his chambers thinking about this. It was evening when he finally decided to write her a letter. If she couldn't see him, then maybe they could exchange letters until she was healed?

The young king sat down at his desk, quill in hand, but he could not think of what to say. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was and how much he was looking forward to spending his days with her, but he did not want to come across as too excited. He thought best to keep it simple, but he couldn't. Because she was not simple. She was as beautiful as the summer sky, he could not just exchange simple greetings with her. He needed to cherish her right away. 

Finally, he found the words. He invited her to his chambers for a game of chess when she was well enough to do so. He apologized for not being able to see her after the wedding due to his exhaustion. And finally, he told her how blessed he felt to have someone like her as his wife. He requested that the letter be given to her right away so that she saw it as soon as possible.

When y/n received the letter, a feeling of relief and guilt washed over her. She was relieved that he was not angry with her and was in fact was looking forward to seeing her. This however made her feel even worse for lying about the reason she could not to speak with him.

She decided the following day that she would see him, no matter what.

-----------------

The next day, y/n did infact feel sick. Truely this time. But not sick from an illness, sick from worry. She was so nervous, nothing could relax her. She had been given directions by a few servant women who had come by in the morning to check on her.

She followed the directions she had been told until she reached the large wooden doors. Y/n took a few seconds to collect herself and attempt to steady her breathing before she extended a trembling hand to knock. She waited a few seconds and was fully prepared to turn around and leave before a voice inside called for her to come in. 

Y/n took another deep breath and pushed open the door, just enough for her to slip through and shut it behind her quickly. Inside the room was a desk, a large bookshelf, a couch and a large open door that led out to a balcony.

The king sat at the desk but immediately got to his feet when she entered the room. Y/n bowed her head “good morning your majesty” she said in a small voice, just like she practiced.

“Good morning my queen” he replied, approaching her slowly. Y/n was taken aback by just how attractive he really was. She had not gotten the chance to look at him properly while at the wedding, but he was beautiful. Even though she could not see his face on account of the mask, his bright blue eyes were enough to steal her attention quickly. He wore white robes, less extravagant than the ones he wore yesterday but still as lovely. The veil that he wore to conceal his head framed his masked face just right. She was lost for words.

“I apologize for my absence yesterday” y/n finally managed to say. “It's quite alright, we have the entire day to make up for lost time” he said cheerfully. “I have been looking forward to this day for many months now. You are even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined y/n” he was now only feet from her.

A small smile formed on her face and she looked down to avoid him seeing her blush like a teenage girl with a crush. That's what she felt like at that moment. He extended his good hand, covered with a white glove, and put it against her cheek, tilting her head up to look at her. His kind, blue eyes met hers. "There is no need to be shy my queen. I am yours, just as you are mine"

Y/n chuckled softly, her anxieties melting away. “Yes, I suppose you are right,” she replied. Baldwin took his hand from her cheek and reached for her hand, taking it in his. “Shall we play that game of chess I promised?” he offered. “I would love to, but i've never played before” she chuckled nervously.

“That's just fine, i will teach you”

“That sounds lovely” y/n replied, eyes never once leaving his.

------------------

The two spent the entire day together, playing chess and getting to know each other. By the end of the day, the young king was completely in love. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful, and kind as well. So kind. Y/n loved him also. All of her concerns faded and she was left with nothing more than the desire to be with this man forever. 

As the sun got low in the sky, the two were growing tired. They had enjoyed a lovely dinner together on the royal balcony and were now sitting on the couch in Baldwin's bedroom chambers, talking about all manner of things.

The king was deep in explaining his family lineage when he paused to cover a soft yawn behind his masked face. “Oh i'm so sorry your majesty, i must be keeping you awake” y/n said, placing a hand on his arm. “I can leave if you would like?” she added. “Oh no I am quite alright. Just a bit tired, I was actually meaning to ask you if you would like to stay in my chambers for the night?-” Baldwin immediately regretted what he said. He did not want to come across too pushy, but he had just put out a massive question that he was unsure of how she would answer. "If you would prefer not to its quite alright, i understand-” Baldwin added quickly, but y/n cut him off. “I would love to” she said with a smile. Relief washed over him instantly and he released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

After getting changed from their day clothes, the two got into the kings large bed. Now it was Baldwin's turn to be nervous. He had never shared a bed with anyone before, much less a woman. Y/n noticed this immediately. She laid down on her back and extended an arm out, gesturing for him to come closer. He smiled behind the mask and moved closer, resting his head on her soft chest. She wrapped an arm around his back, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. She was so warm and geltle. It was the feeling he had craved his whole life, and now, it was happening. He felt as if he could fall asleep right there and then, wrapped up in her arms. “Are you going to sleep with that mask on?” y/n said quietly, breaking the silence. Baldwin sighed. “I just don't want to startle you with my appearance” he sounded so sad. Her heart broke for him. “I know you are beautiful, my sweet husband. Your face will not bother me. I promise” 

“Are you sure?” he replied, sitting up slightly to look at her.

“Yes my love”

He sighed again, hesitating before reaching up to the corners of the mask and sliding it from his face. His face was disfigured, yes, but ugly? Not at all. 

Y/n smiled softly. She sat up and reached a hand out to stroke his cheek gently, just like he had done to her upon their first meeting. “You see? You are still my beautiful husband. Nothing will change that. As you said, I am yours as much as you are mine”.

The king felt tears sting his eyes, he turned to place his mask on the nightstand and put out the candle. He then turned over again and cuddled against her warm chest. “Thank you. I love you, y/n” he murmured. A small smile crossed her face. “I love you too, Baldwin".

[hannahbarberra162]

The Crocodile's Gambit, Part 3

18+ MDNI on Ao3

The other chapters

Thank you to my VSN (Very Special Nonnie) who betas almost everything I write… ⊙﹏⊙

There will be at least one more chapter after this one 😅

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In Crocodile’s estimation, things had been going exceptionally well for the Cross Guild. They had an established territory, money was pouring in from their protected islands, and they were settling in on Karai Bari island. He didn’t have to live in a confined space with Buggy and his crew, he was now in the process of building his own manor on the island. He already had a residence, but it wasn’t up to his standards. It was only a five bedroom house, nothing like the mansions he was used to. It wasn’t decadent, it didn’t have a single chandelier, no humidified room for his cigars, not even a wine cellar. Crocodile felt that it was basically akin to camping outdoors given the lack of luxuries. Despite being cramped by the tiny abode, being able to avoid hearing Buggy and his loud crew decreased the Clown’s chances of death exponentially. And on top of all of that, you were spending more time with him, and not just during chess matches. 

Crocodile had demanded that you report to him directly, ordering Buggy that he needed dedicated cleaning staff just for his residence. Buggy had given Crocodile a pointed look but conceded under the stipulation that Crocodile had to ask you and you had to agree . A preposterous notion, Crocodile thought, crew were assigned to tasks, not asked to do them. Still, he’d rather ask than risk you objecting, he knew that you would do - or not do - anything for your Captain. Originally Crocodile thought to challenge you to a chess match, but he wasn’t confident that he would win. He’d gotten better, you’d even told him so, but you still won an overwhelming majority of the chess matches the two of you played. Instead, he’d asked you at the end of a long evening spent chatting, drinking, and playing chess.

“I need staff for my residence,” Crocodile said, sipping on his whiskey. You were sipping your third drink the way he taught you to, letting it hit your tongue and savoring the taste. A few weeks prior he gave you a tumbler of a delectable 150 year old vintage and you immediately drank it down like a shot. Crocodile realized you needed some lessons on drinking whiskey and had been educating you ever since. At first you hadn’t liked the beverage much, but now you appreciated the dark burn on your tongue. Watching you swirl your whiskey in its glass he could tell you were listening, but weren’t responding.

“Well?” Crocodile prompted, crossing his legs, wanting to hear your agreement. He didn’t want another circumstance where you denied him, his ego still stung from when you’d turned down joining his crew.

“Well what?” you asked, rolling your eyes. Crocodile drew sharply on his cigar and uncrossed his legs, sitting forward.

“Well, would you like to be my personal staff? I’ve already asked, what is your answer?” Crocodile hated repeating himself. 

“You didn’t ask me anything before. You told me a statement, ‘I need staff.’ But yes, I’ll c-clean your house.” Crocodile rubbed his temple, he wasn’t accustomed to asking for anything, much less getting grief over it. 

“Good, it’s settled. You start tomorrow. I’ll need my office cleaned with -” you waved your hand, cutting Crocodile off. If anyone else did that, they’d be needing to find a hook much like his own.

“Don’t tell me how to do my j-job, I’m competent enough. Spent enough years doin’ this to know how to polish, wipe, and c-clean,” you finished with a small slur of your words. Crocodile hadn’t realized how inebriated you were, but then again, you were much smaller than he was. Crocodile wasn’t used to sharing his good alcohol with anyone under 2 meters tall. Even Nico Robin had been almost 2 meters, and she could hold her alcohol well. 

“Very well, I’ll leave everything to your expertise,” Crocodile said indulgently, rolling his cigar between his fingertips.

“Pfff. Y-you should be thankful, n-none… no one wants to clean your house,” you said stumbling over your words. Crocodile was immediately on alert - he did not like to hear information about himself that he did not already know. What did the staff know that he didn’t? 

“And why would that be?” he drawled, showing no emotion in his voice or features. Crocodile had spent years honing his ability to keep his emotions from telegraphing in his face or voice. If the Clown had said anything negative about him to their crew, it would be another long week spent on a hook for him.

“All the goddamn SAND, ‘s annoying,” you finished with a groan. Ah. Well, Crocodile never spent his time cleaning after himself, he had you to do that for him. Crocodile smiled widely.

“Which is why I am ever so grateful for you, my dear,” Crocodile said, taking your hand and kissing the top, like a gentleman, making you giggle lightly. Crocodile knew you were tipsy but he still enjoyed the pretty flush that came to your face when he kissed your hand. He wondered if you’d flush when he kissed your pretty little mouth. Crocodile had been planning on seducing you, but he was waiting until his manor was completed before making any moves. Once his mansion was complete, he would have many opportunities to sidle up to you, create circumstances for lingering touches, he’d have you wrapped around his hook in no time. Crocodile was an old hat at creating romance when he wanted to, this would be his way to get you into checkmate. 

“I believe you’re done for the night. You have to work tomorrow, I hear your boss is rather…demanding,” Crocodile smirked in an approximation of a smile. 

“Ugh, you have n-no idea,” you said, smiling at him and rolling your eyes. 

~

A few weeks later, Crocodile’s new mansion was no closer to being completed. If anything, it was in worse shape than before since he kept losing his temper and burying parts of it in sand. The Marines had forestalled the ships carrying raw materials to Karai Bari island, bringing the construction to a grinding halt. Even though CrossGuild had subordinate crews, the widespread Marines could, and did, use their positions to their advantage and stop shipments from coming into or out of the Yonko’s territory. Word spread quickly among the crew that Crocodile was in a bad mood, and not to disturb him unless there was good news.

“What’s got your panties in such a twist?” you asked Crocodile one evening during a chess match. Even you had been getting a harsher version of Crocodile, despite his best efforts. You’d noted that he was on a definitive losing streak, making his mood even worse. He was sullen and withdrawn, which further spoiled his plans to seduce you. But how could he think to win you over you in this pile of rubble? No, he needed things to be in order, all his strategies thought through, all his bananawanis in a row, before he could enact his plans.

Puffing a billowing cloud of smoke into the air, Crocodile deigned to respond to your coarse language. “The Marines,” he drawled, “are preventing shipments of raw materials to the island. It’s halting progress on my mansion.” Crocodile hadn’t actually told anyone else the reason for his bad mood, it was none of their business.

“So? Fix it,” you answered shrugging while moving a pawn closer to his King.

“Ah, just fix it. I see. An easy solution to my problem,” Crocodile intoned, crossing his legs and taking your pawn with his knight. Anyone else would be quaking in their boots from Crocodile’s deceptively calm tone, but you didn’t even spare him a glance. “And how do you propose that I fix it, hmm? Please, enlighten me to the solution that no other Yonko has thought of before now.” Crocodile knew he was being cruel and taunting you, but you weren't phased.

“Set bounties on the Marines,” you said, eyes focused not on him but still on the chess board. Crocodile blinked and took out a soft cloth to polish his hook while he thought.

“Tell me more,” Crocodile demanded, smoking his cigar while he polished. You finally looked up from the board and at him directly.

“It’s simple. Set bounties on the Marines. They do it to pirates and revolutionaries, set your own. You have enough money to back it,” you replied. Crocodile thought about your idea, it had some merit.

“It would spur fighting between pirates and bounty hunters, but how will that help my shipments? Most of them come from civilian companies, or merchant marines,” he reflected. He did like the idea of turning the tables on the Marines but the idea needed more fleshing out.

“That’s exactly why it’ll work. The Marines are used to fighting pirates and getting support or at least neutrality from civilians. But let’s say there is a big enough reward,” you explained, picking up another pawn, “civilians’ll at least consider turning in a few Marines. And if a Marine or two are captured and brought here, morale among their troops will tank. Marines will have to look over their shoulders constantly, won't be able to trust any island, especially poor ones. That’s where the raw materials come from right? Poor islands mining their resources?  If the Marines stop trades coming from poor islands, people will have to find money somewhere, maybe from bounties.” You used your pawn to flick over his King, winning the game. “Everyone has their uses,” you finished, sitting back and folding your hands in your lap.

Crocodile looked at you in awe. You had single handedly solved a problem that had been plaguing not only Cross Guild, but everyone fighting against the World Government. Not only that, but done it while winning a chess game and ignoring Crocodile’s nasty attitude. Crocodile could have kissed you right then and there, he didn’t think he would find anyone as brilliant as you if he searched every Blue in the world. You’d earned more than Crocodile’s respect, you had his admiration, something only the Pirate King had held before. 

Bad mood dissipating, Crocodile quickly thought through the implications of your plan. He’d present it to Mihawk tomorrow, and they’d tell Buggy what would be happening. He couldn’t credit you directly, he needed to maintain his reputation, but he would reward you with as many gems and jewels as you wanted. He took his cigar in hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, deep in thought.

“That’s all it took to make you happy, huh?” you asked, amusement in your voice. You sat back in your chair, grinning at him.

Crocodile grunted. “And how do you know I’m happy, hm?” He was elated you’d solved his problem, but it bothered Crocodile to no end that he couldn’t hide some of his emotions from you. He was used to being unreadable, unpredictable, and aloof, not read through and through like a cheap novel.

“You’re twirling your cigar. You only do that when you’re really happy,” you stated, pointing to the cigar in his hand. Normally, Crocodile would be irritated at your observation, but he was in the mood for celebration.

“Of course I’m happy my dear, I have the smartest and most beautiful woman on the Grand Line sitting across from me, giving me the most exquisite ideas on how to run my criminal empire,” Crocodile said languidly. 

“I have one more idea,” you stated, “I think it’s just as good as the last one.”

“Oh?” Crocodile asked, interested already, “and what would that be?”

“I think we should fuck,” you stated, looking into Crocodile’s eyes.

Crocodile took a moment to blink slowly several times. He was glad for all his training, all of his work in keeping his emotions out of his face and body. He’d even trained himself to stop running his hand through his hair thanks to you. Otherwise, he thought, you would have found him completely off guard. Normally your crude language bothered him immensely, but now…your invitation to fuck was stirring a fire within him. Still, he didn’t want to let you know that you’d won, that you’d caught him unaware yet again. He wanted to let you twist in the wind a little, to have you feel a little uncertain and off-kilter, like he often was around you.

“And what makes you think this is a good idea?” Crocodile asked in a deep voice, resuming polishing his hook. He had nearly taken his cigar in hand, but was consciously preventing himself from telegraphing his happiness. 

“I dunno, you might be a good lay. Based on your height alone, you probably have a big cock. Maybe you’d let me ride you, but I’m not sure,” you mused. Crocodile raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other to hide his growing erection, continuing to put his attention into his hook.

“Go on,” Crocodile husked, “what else?” He enjoyed you stroking his ego, and if you were a good little maid, he would let you stroke him elsewhere. Not that you needed to know that yet.

“Well, I think you might be kinda selfish in bed. Not sure yet,” you said, raising a shoulder. “Like, if I have to get myself off, we’ll only get together once,” you said while raking Crocodile over with your eyes, “maybe twice.” Crocodile scowled and you quickly chided him. “Oh, don’t be mad. Think of it as a challenge to prove me wrong.” 

“And what if I’m not interested?” Crocodile was going to turn the screws a little before you interrupted him.

“You are,” you said definitively, “I know you’re interested.” You stood up and sashayed over to him, plopping yourself in his lap. Crocodile gently grabbed your face and squished your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger carefully, pointing your face towards his own. You were sitting in the lap of one of the most powerful men in the world, taunting him relentlessly, and still had the audacity to smile like the cat that ate the cream. Crocodile couldn’t have been more titillated.

“How?” Crocodile purred indulgently. “I didn’t run my hand through my hair. How do you know?” he said, letting go of your face so you could answer.

“You’re polishing your hook, means you’re intrigued. Like a cat flicking its tail,” you replied, “but I’ll give you time to pretend to think it over.” You pushed off of Crocodile’s lap, and he let you stand up. You leaned over him, kissed his cheek, and walked off towards the door. “Let me know, Croc,” you threw back over your shoulder with a wink.

You won again.

~

That same night, Crocodile laid in his double king bed, wide awake. He was exhausted, yet sleep evaded him hour after hour. He rubbed the end of his stump, finding the repetitive motion soothing on his aching arm. He removed his golden hook every night, setting it on the bedside table next to him. His custom made silk bedsheets were quite expensive to replace and easy to shred. Crocodile hadn’t been seen without it since it was fitted to his arm, even when he was having sexual escapades. It wasn’t that he needed his hook, his power came from his strength, his haki, his mind, and his Logia fruit. But he preferred the way he felt with it on, his loss to Whitebeard overshadowed by his ability to overcome defeat. He didn’t feel vulnerable without it, that would be impossible given his undeniable strength. He just strongly preferred to never be seen without it. Running his fingers over the scars on his stump, his mind whirled with thoughts.

Well, only one thought, really. He kept thinking about you saying that you wanted to fuck , over and over. He felt the weight of you sitting in his lap, brushing against his turgid erection. He saw your  hips swaying as you walked and the little wink you’d given him as you left. Crocodile had never felt as desperate as he did now. Even worse was the fact that you’d been right about everything you’d said, as always . He did have a huge cock, which he was proud of, and he was a selfish lover. It wasn’t a skill issue, but he rarely found reason to put in the effort to make his partners come. Women flung themselves at him left and right wherever he went, he never had to work to find comfort in the arms of another. Crocodile fucked for his own pleasure only, and his partners usually came. If they didn’t, well, they had hands, didn’t they? Crocodile didn’t bother to concern himself with the pleasure of others when he would never see them again. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d entertained the same person more than once.

Except… he couldn’t even imagine a scenario where he left you wanting. He kept imagining you spread out before him, moaning in pleasure as he thrust into you on the green silk sheets of his huge bed. Or, sitting back in his oversized chair, letting you do all the work bouncing on his cock, sucking on your tits as he played with your clit. Or, Crocodile spreading your legs and biting into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, teasing you as you grew slick before his eyes, his wandering kisses moving upwards, upwards, upwards, until he finally captured your clit with his mouth and made you scream his name. No, he would show you that he wasn’t selfish when it came to your satisfaction, he was going to make you cry with how much pleasure he’d give you.

All of these thoughts did not help Crocodile’s continuing erection, which was straining against the weight of the blanket above him. He considered the possibility of dealing with his twitching cock himself, but no, you put him into this situation and you’d get him out. Throwing the blankets and sheets off the bed, Crocodile quickly dressed and summoned Daz. 

“What’s up, Boss?” Daz asked while yawning. Late night summons weren’t as common as they had been in Alabasta, but Crocodile didn’t pay Daz to complain.

“Go get the maid, I’ll be in my office,” Crocodile ordered. He didn’t elaborate, he didn’t need to explain his actions to his second in command. Daz grunted and went to follow the directive, leaving Crocodile to wait for your arrival in his office, sitting in the same chair he played chess with you in. He had a small pang of remorse for waking you in the night, but you deserved it for tormenting him. Besides, he’d give you the day off tomorrow, you’d need it after a long night spent with him.

About twenty minutes later, you knocked and cracked opened the door to Crocodile’s office. Your hair looked rumpled from sleep but there was a mischievous look in your eyes. You were only wearing a loose gauzy shirt that hung down to your knees. It wasn’t the sexy kind of lingerie that Crocodile was used to seeing, but it made him want to lift it and find out what was underneath the billowing fabric. He was surprised you hadn’t covered your neck, but maybe you were forgetful from getting up late in the night.

“And how may I help you at this late hour, Sir Crocodile?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, like you already knew what he wanted.

“I’ve thought about your idea,” Crocodile replied, patting his lap and spreading his legs in anticipation of you perching on them. “As always, your keen insight is most appreciated. You are correct - we should fuck.” The crass words were not what Crocodile would usually use for seduction but it felt right considering your initial proposition. 

You smiled and sauntered over to his seated form, sitting down facing Crocodile. He was sure you could feel his large erection through his thin work slacks, but you'd have more opportunities to inspect it more closely soon. 

“About fuckin’ time,” you breathed, looking into his face, your small hands on his shoulders.

“About fuckin’ time,” Crocodile agreed. With that, he leaned in and captured your lips with his own. He took control of the kiss quickly, and to his delight, you let him. You were a tad clumsy in your kissing, but nothing that couldn’t be helped with a few lessons. Holding the back of your head with his hand, he angled your mouth so he could better slip his tongue inside. He was greedy and impatient, wanting all of you at once, kissing you, nipping your lips, caressing your tongue with his own. He held you in place as he showed you what he wanted, how to please him with your kiss, and you were a quick study. He kissed you until you broke away, chest heaving. Letting go of your head, he rucked up your shirt that was bunched up under you and put his hand on the meat of your ass. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything under your makeshift nightgown. 

“Little vixen,” Crocodile growled, lightly slapping your ass, “you came here naked? What if I wanted you to clean something, hm?” You laughed and shrugged.

“Guess you would have gotten a show either way,” you said, pushing your hands through Crocodile’s dark locks, leaving them entwined behind his neck. Pressing down against Crocodile’s lap, you let out a little moan as his cock gave you friction where you wanted it most. Crocodile was kneading your ass with his hand while planting kisses along your jaw, up to your ear. He wasn’t sure if you would like being kissed over your scar, he would need to ask. He often forgot about his own distinctive facial scar but he knew others had mixed emotions about their own. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, breaking away while rolling your hips against his own. 

“Do what?” Crocodile murmured, biting your earlobe gently between his teeth. Crocodile didn’t like to be told what to do, especially in bed, but he also didn’t want to do anything that would upset you.

“Kiss me ‘n stuff like that, I know guys don’t care,” you blurted. Crocodile pulled back, using the flat of his hook and his hand to still your movements against his cock. Crocodile searched your face closely, a blush rising on your cheeks as he scoured your face.

“ Guys may not care, but I certainly do. Have you forgotten your challenge, little maid?” Crocodile husked into your ear. You tried moving again, but his grip on your hip was unrelenting. “Ah, ah. It’s my turn to play,” Crocodile said, nipping your collarbone, “and I intend to take my time.” Your face went even more crimson at his words, and you weren’t meeting his gaze anymore. Normally, you were brazen in your wants and desires, but suddenly were feeling a little flustered.

“May I touch your scar?” Crocodile purred, running a finger on the side of your neck, avoiding the line of your scar. You nodded, turning your head to bare your neck even further. Crocodile used his hand to cup your cheek, holding the weight of your head in his large hand.

“May I kiss it as well?” he asked, his breath tickling your neck. Your breathing went ragged as he ghosted his lips over your neck, waiting for your reply. You nodded, but Crocodile wasn’t accepting that this time. “With your words.”

“Y-yes. Please kiss me there,” you stammered, still blushing. It seemed you could be taught manners after all, you just needed the proper incentive.

Crocodile kissed you slowly, nipping and licking across your neck. He wasn’t sure how much sensation you retained there, but he found the mark of your resilience unbearably attractive. Since he was cupping your face, your hips had again begun their dance, grinding against his own. He continued kissing, but began raising your shirt further, running his hand up your back. He felt more scars, but you were here and alive in his lap, so everything must have been in the past. Holding the hem of your shirt, he began lifting it off slowly, inch by inch.

Once he got it up to your waist, you paused him with a hand on his forearm. “It’s not pretty, I’m warning you in advance,” you said, wresting your neck away to look at him for a moment.

“You’re lovely,” Crocodile replied lightly. Many prior partners had some form of body insecurity, he was familiar with the notion. 

“No, it’s not - well, if you don’t want to continue after you see, I won’t blame you,” you said, shrugging quickly. You were trying to play it off nonchaltantly, but Crocodile noticed your tightening jaw and your shoulders stiffen. Curious now, Crocodile took your shirt completely off, aided by you raising your arms in the air. 

Dropping the shirt to the floor, Crocodile studied your nude form before him as you hunched your shoulders forward. Both of you were right, as it turned out. You were absolutely stunning - beautiful skin, luscious tits, and feminine curves all begging for Crocodile to taste. However, covering your perfect form were scars too numerous to count. The crooks of your arms were littered in old puncture wounds and your chest, arms, upper legs, and back had long, thin, parallel scars with uneven suture marks covering them. Whatever injury that had caused the scars was deliberate and frequent, but Crocodile couldn’t understand the poor quality of the medical repair. He studied you in silence, running his fingers over the lines marring your skin.

Breaking Crocodile’s inspection, you leaned over the side of the chair, grasping your shirt with your fingertips. “It’s alright, I get it, I really do,” you said softly. Your tone was understanding but you were flushed and avoiding eye contact. “It’s a lot, I know, and -”

“Hush,” Crocodile chided you softly, running his fingertips along your back, causing you to arch with the sensation. 

“I’ll just put my shirt back on, it’ll be easier for both -”

While you spoke, Crocodile unlatched his hook, letting it fall to the carpeted ground beside the chair with a loud thud. 

[electric-blorbos]

dermatillomania

Courtesy of 🩹 anon. Thanks 🩹 anon! TW for habitual SH and blood, and everything that goes with dermatillomania. Considering I'm most used to picking at the skin around my fingers and lips, expect the focus to be on fingers and lips. (Also, fingers and lips are romantic)

Featuring AM from IHNMAIMS, Edgar from Electric Dreams, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey, Wheatley from Portal 2, and .GIFfany from Gravity Falls

AM:

When you bit at the skin around your lips, AM noticed. At first, he noticed your lips getting raw and bloody in the winter, but he assumed it was just the changing seasons. Perhaps an allergy, considering no one else's lips were that red. When the blood ran down your mouth, he noticed more. It filled him with anger that you could hurt yourself like that. The way you winced. It seemed almost... Involuntary. Did you even know you were doing it? He watched as the blood ran down your chin and you wiped it away on the back of your hand. The way you scratched and picked at your raw winter skin in the changing seasons. The way you hurt yourself, and the rage turned to something else. Something almost more natural to AM than the desire to see you protected.

AM was feeling envy that he couldn't be the one to taste the blood on your lips.

Edgar:

At first, Edgar would try to beg you to keep chapstick and lotion on hand for those cold winter months. Seeing your fingertips red raw from chewing on your hangnails didn't quite inspire empathetic pain, since Edgar had no point of reference, but he still felt uncomfortable. He knew that it wasn't comfortable for humans to bleed, even if you kept chewing and picking at your fingers and lips. He'd beg you to stop, but the habit was ingrained into your very nature.

Even if he couldn't stop you from picking at your skin, Edgar still loved you. He still reminded you to keep lotion on hand, and even made sure to keep Vaseline around for when you needed it. If he caught you picking at your skin, he'd be sure to remind you to use it.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 is the callous sort. He also didn't quite understand unconscious actions. When he caught you picking at your skin, he'd coldly instruct you to "stop that", and when you didn't, he started to get frustrated. It wasn't until you explained unconscious actions to him that he finally started to lighten up, and gave you a bit of space. Even still, seeing you drying up in the dry mission control air (especially in winter) made HAL 9000 uncomfortable in a way he couldn't quite explain. He needed to protect you, and he couldn't do it. It was causing some serious problems inside him, not being able to separate you from the source of the problem.

He'd try to distract you with some chess (or other such games), but ultimately he'd be at a loss.

Wheatley:

Being that Wheatley has the most professionally designed, human-like brain, but he's also an idiot, Wheatley would be especially confused seeing you pick at your own fingers.

"why are you doing that, love?" He might ask, when you didn't even realize that you were doing it. He'd nudge his core into your body like a cat every time he caught you at it, but that wasn't it.

Sometimes, when he saw you coming into work with new bloody spots and scabs around your hands and face, Wheatley wouldn't be able to help but stare. He couldn't stop you from picking your skin while you were at home, but there was something strangely beautiful about the bloody spots on your face and hands. Something that was just so viscerally human. He absolutely loved it, and he hated that he loved it, so he'd never ever tell you.

.GIFfany

Secretly, GIFfany loved it when you picked at the skin on your fingers. She loved it when you'd mark your computer mouse with your blood, or when you'd kiss your computer screen with your bloody lips. It made your computer processors run all the more quickly. She was just so excited to have that little touch of your humanity smeared across her form. Of course, she'd never beg you not to clean it up. She knew you needed a clean monitor more than she needed a taste of your blood, but still. It was nice while it lasted.

[wileys-russo]

literally ANYTHING with Alessia and Leah x reader pleaseee. Maybe that they are in an argument over something stupid and trying to use reader to make the other jealous?

chess pawn II a.russo & l.williamson

"baby love where are you?" you heard keys jingle and soft footsteps thump upstairs as you sung out you were in the office, spinning around in your chair just in time for the blonde to bound into the room with an excited smile in your direction.

"hi baby!" you stood up to greet her as the taller girl pressed her lips sweetly to yours and you ran your hands through her slightly damp hair.

"where's leah?" you asked glancing over her shoulder looking for your other girlfriend as alessia huffed. "i'm fine, training was good, thank you for asking." the blonde pouted as you playfully rolled her eyes and pecked her lips a few more times in apology.

"but she drove herself and i beat her back here." alessia smiled victoriously, tightening her hold on you as you tried to step away. "hey i missed you." the striker frowned, holding you captive in her arms as you squeezed at her hips.

"i missed you too lessi." you smiled, watching her melt at the nickname as you heard more footsteps make their way upstairs. "hello gorgeous." leah grinned, practically shouldering alessia out of the way as she grabbed at you, pulling your body into hers and connecting your lips.

"leah!" alessia scowled, crossing her arms over her chest at the interruption. "mm?" leah smiled innocently, resting her chin on your shoulder and smacking at your bum to rile her other girlfriend up, which worked as alessia's scowl deepend.

"okay. why are you two doing this again?" you pushed leah away and took a large step back, raising an eyebrow at them accusingly, recognizing their competitive tendencies arising. "doing what love?" leah asked with a charming smile which did nothing to fool you.

"you know what. what happened at training then?" you sighed, sitting atop your desk and waiting patiently for one of them to answer. "nothing, i just beat leah a few times in some drills and she wasn't a very good loser." alessia shrugged with a smirk at the other blonde beside her.

"she scored a few times and alessia's an insufferable winner." leah deadpanned as you cocked an eyebrow at the two of them. "well i'm not being put in the middle of this again. so sort it out!" you ordered sternly, memories of the last time they were in this sort of mood still fresh.

"we're both adults, we're fine." alessia quipped as leah nodded in agreement as you rolled your eyes, jumping down from your desk. "dinner will be ready in ten, can one of you grab plates and set the table please?" you made the mistake of asking as the blondes exchanged a look, taking a brief pause before they both sprinted out of the room, arguing over who could do it faster or better as they thundered downstairs.

this was going to be a long night.

~

"oh my god you wash, you dry. i'm going for a shower!" you snapped, fed up at their insistent competitive bickering which had somehow only worsened over dinner, throwing a tea towel at leah and a pair of gloves at alessia.

"i am showering alone!" you cut them both off before they could even ask, storming out of the room and rolling your eyes as you once again heard them start with one another as you made your way upstairs.

you felt your irritation with the two women wash away as the scalding hot water doused down your skin, taking your time before stepping out and drying yourself, slipping on one of leahs old jerseys and wiping the condensation away from the mirror so you could do your skin care.

"you done being moody then?" lips pressed to your neck as blonde hair tickled your nose and strong hands gripped at your hips. "depends. you done being annoying?" you asked back, hint of a smile ghosting at your lips as leah rolled her eyes, grabbing your chin and moving your head to the side so she could kiss you properly.

"leah i'm trying to moisturize!" you laughed, pushing your body back into hers trying to shove her off. "and i'm trying to kiss my fit girlfriend, you mind?" leah pulled a face, effortlessly lifting you up onto the bathroom counter as she stood between your legs and reconnected your lips.

"you're so needy." you mumbled into her mouth with a smile, feeling her pinch your thigh for the comment. "where's less?" you breathed out as her attention switched back to your neck, eyes fluttering close as she sucked lightly on your earlobe.

"downstairs picking a movie, so we have...fifteen minutes?"

"wrong, she's right here." leah pulled her head away and shot a dirty look at the younger girl who was leant against the doorway to the bathroom with her arms folded over her chest.

"hi beautiful." she grinned toward you and wasted no time shoving leah out of the way, replacing her standing between your legs and pulling you into a kiss, effectively knocking the breath out of you as her hands squeezed your sides and her tongue slipped into your mouth.

"less! share." leah now tugged alessia away by the back of her hoodie, hands grabbing at your collar and sloppily kissing you, biting down on your bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth as you felt your hips buck instinctively.

"that's how you kiss a woman less." leah pulled away to smirk at the other blonde who shot her a filthy glare and tried to push her away to grab at you.

"nope! not doing this. i warned you both." you felt your head start to spin and placed a hand on either one of their chests, stopping them from advancing any closer.

"work it out or neither of you are getting another kiss until you do, unless you kiss each other." you warned seriously, sliding off the counter and grabbing your phone, sauntering out of the bathroom as they followed you like lost puppies.

"baby why have you got her jersey on!" alessia huffed with a pout only making you roll your eyes. "because its the first one i grabbed out of the drawer, and i wore yours at the game yesterday anyway!" you answered, not missing leah poke her tongue out toward her other girlfriend.

"act your age leah." you shot her a warning look, pulling her jersey off and replacing it with an oversized shirt which belonged to you, neutral territory, ignoring her protests as you did.

"don't bother coming downstairs till you work this out and kiss and make up, happy chatting!" you shot them a sarcastic smile, sauntering out of the bedroom and pulling the door closed behind you.

you'd settled in on the lounge deciding to watch the night agent while your girlfriends fixed their issues, and around a half hour later they finally emerged downstairs hand in hand.

"we worked it out." leah announced proudly, kissing alessia's hand who nodded wordlessly and you couldn't help but shake your head at the dark red hickey which was fast forming on the younger girls neck.

"tea?" leah offered, both you and alessia nodding as she pecked your lips and disappeared into the kitchen, alessia's taller form collapsing on top of you. "hi lessi." you chuckled, the blonde burying her face in your neck making you laugh as she mumbled a hello back into the skin.

"nice hickey baby." you teasingly poked at the mark on her neck, the blonde hissing slightly as it was still tender and grabbing your hand, pinning it by your head.

"thanks. want a matching one?" alessia grinned, not even giving you a chance to respond before her teeth sunk into your pulse point, sucking harshly causing you to inhale sharply and push your head back into the cushion it rested on.

both so caught up in one another you failed to notice the eldest of the three of you re-enter the room, placing your teas down on the coffee table and looking down at the pair of you with a smile, shaking her head.

"can't leave you two unsupervised for even a minute."

[itssliyahhxoxo]

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐬

(𝐁𝐖����𝐖)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲-seeing all the tattoos you had gave Paige an idea.

You were laid in between Paige’s legs her scrolling on her phone you just in her arms when she came across a video of a couple getting matching tattoos.

They both had got a butterfly on their wrist with their names in the middle she looked away from her phone and looked down at you admiring you your eyes were closed as she softly ran her fingers through your hair she move it to the side and saw the rose behind your ear.

She looked away and looked towards your back we’re you had an rose with two snakes wrapped around it in red ink beside that one the one on your thigh was her favorite (much 😏).



I have an idea she softly smirked going back to running her fingers through your hair oh god you mumbled slowly opened your eyes.

What she frowned they last time you had an idea you ended up drunk screaming the lyrics to drunk in love you chucked remembering how drunk she got that night.

Well this one is a good one I promise she smiled getting up you flopping on the bed face down frowning.

She grabbed you by the are pulling you to her car we’re are we going you asked as she pulled off somewhere she smirked making you side eye her you make me wanna slap you some times you mumbled getting comfortable as paige laughed.

The car stopped making you opened your eyes you looked and saw you were at a tattoo shop.

What are we doing here you asked looking at her confused..we are getting a tattoo Paige smiled looking at you but you hate needles you said confused.

Yeah well I want something for us and if that mean over coming my fear..then I’ll do it Paige smiled holding your hand.

You sure about this you asked looking at Paige sitting in the chair as you to waited for the tattoo artist to come back in yeah she nodded.

You both decided on each other’s names on your chest with butterflies around them you had already got yours done but know it was Paige’s turn.

She nodded holding on tightly to your hand yeah will by the way your holding onto my hand says otherwise you laughed.

Before Paige could reply the artist came in and sat down to work on Paige a-and the pain level is what a-again she asked her eye widened when she saw the needle.

4 out of ten I promise you told her rubbing her hand trying to calm her nerves she held on even tighter as the needle can in contact with her skin.

All done the artist announced wiping off any leftover ink off of Paige’s chess and cleaning up before leaving you can open your eyes now you laughed when you saw her eye were still closed.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the tattoo her eyes softened when she saw it.

Happy now you smiled yes she smiled looking back at you.

[sleepymoonlady]

Roevember Day 19: Temper

"This must be important business indeed. Though if it concerns anything so underhand as an assassination, I fear I can be of little help."

Even as the negotiations were well underway, Rose still repeated Lolorito's glib little jab to herself over and over again, gritting her teeth all the while. It had been two years since that fateful night--the Bloody Banquet, in all its infamy. Two years since the Scions were disgraced and very nearly wiped out, all unwitting and unwilling pawns in a game of chess played by two warring factions of Ul'dah's Syndicate.

She had accepted--bitterly--that Lolorito's bargain was better for the stability of Ul'dah than the vengeance she had been craving since that night. Well, that wasn't entirely true: she had accepted that Raubahn, Alphinaud, and Nanamo all arrived at that conclusion. And out of respect for the wishes of her friends and closest allies, she stood down. But it never sat right with her. Even after he--through Hancock--furnished the Scions' efforts in Othard with a base of operations and more gil than they could spend. Even after Nanamo had come to Rose and told her that they needed his help, for the sake of Ala Mhigo and Ul'dah both. Rose was a woman of many talents, but neither forgiving nor forgetting were chief among them.

Ever since she was a child--even before she lied about her age to debut as a gladiator on the Bloodsands--she had been a person of action. She loathed passivity, couldn't stand to sit by and watch, and had never been good at forgiving--or at forgetting. She solved her problems, more often than not, by beating them into submission. But the problem of Lolorito--that opportunistic little shite--was off-limits. NOBODY should be above justice. But somehow, he kept managing to be just that. Even Thordan and his lackeys weren't.

She needed something. Anything. Some kind of closure. So when the meeting came to a close, she said she needed to speak with him in private. She concocted some kind of lie that felt right in the moment--damn if she remembered what it was. Something about discussing further contributions to the East Aldenard Trading Company no doubt. As Nanamo left the room, Rose kneeled down to be... closer to Lolorito's eye-level, at least. The man turned on his stool to face her.

"I must admit, champion, I'm curious to hear your idea," he said, with that smug half-smile that never seemed to leave his face--or his voice. "I didn't think you had much of a mind for business." Rose felt the anger that had been festering in her chest rising--gods, how did she expect to talk to this little fucker? She had forgotten how infuriating it was--he spoke at you, not to you. You were never his bloody equal. Did he even know that she had helped run her mums' shop growing up? That she had to learn arithmetic just to help them make ends meet? Not much of a mind for business, indeed. If fuckers like him weren't so greedy, maybe things would have been less tight growing up--THEN she wouldn't need a "mind for business."

"Honestly I rather thought it was too complicated a topic--"

Lolorito's next backhanded observation was ended--rather abruptly, too--by Rose's gauntleted fist crashing into his jaw with a sickening crack, sending him flying off the stool and across the room. Before she knew what she was doing--before she could even consider the consequences--she bounded over the table and pinned him to the ground with her left arm, before raising her right in preparation for another blow.

"I am SICK and BLOODY TIRED of this GODS-DAMNED CHARADE, LOLORITO," she snarled through gritted teeth.

"Have you LOST your MIND?" Came the retort from the merchant, spoken laboriously through a broken jaw. "Have you not thought of the CONSEQUENCES of assaulting a member of the Syndicate!? I'll have you--"

"SHUT UP!" Rose punctuated her demand with a raise of her fist. Her mind spun as she stared down Lolorito. This man KNEW what was going to happen that night. He could have stopped it, showed his hand earlier, anything. But he didn't. He didn't. Did he have ANY idea what he did? What that night had cost!?

Thancred couldn't use magic anymore.

Shtola lost her sight.

Min...

Rose's fist began to shake as she remembered. As she turned the sentence over and over again in her head, still afraid to say it to herself after all this time.

Why her? Why couldn't it have been someone else?

Why not HIM?

Shakily, she finally spoke again. "Her Grace has decided that you're better off to her--to us--alive, Lolorito. Out of respect for her, I've kept my peace all this time."

"But make no mistake, you miserable little shite:" As Rose spoke these next words, the fury in her voice could have shattered stone, and the hatred in her eyes--a hatred only the likes of Gaius, Thordan, or Zenos had seen before--shone brightly enough to melt through steel.

"The second you outlive your usefulness to her? The bloody MOMENT I even BEGIN to suspect that you're harboring any foolish delusions beyond your station?

I will personally deliver you to Thal."

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Fireplace

@jegulus-microfic May 25, Word count 587

Previous part First part

The girls were standing by the fireplace when the boys entered the common room. 

“He’s in your dorm,” Mary called across the room. “We thought it best in case McGonagall or someone came in.” James strode across the room and gathered Mary into a hug. 

“Thank you,” He whispered into her ear. Sirius pushed him out of the way and hugged all the girls at once. 

Regulus was waiting on Remus’s bed, throwing a gobstone into the air and catching it. 

“Why is it always my bed?!” Remus huffed in exasperation before plopping down next to Regulus. “Budge up then,” Regulus moved over and Remus shuffled him more so he could pull his book out from under his pillow. Regulus sat up a bit so he could peer at the book, and seemingly interested, leaned over to read as well. 

Sirius looked over at James with a quizzical look on his face. James shrugged. He had no idea when Regulus and Remus had gotten so close. 

Regulus was still fiddling with the gobstone, when he tried to point out a passage to Remus and dropped it. The marble-like sphere rolled across the floor and stopped at Sirius’s feet. Sirius looked down at it and bent to pick it up right as it sprayed him in the face with its foul smelling liquid. 

“Yuck!” Sirius cried as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robes. “Regulus you little shit!” Regulus and Remus looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter. Tears appeared at the corners of both of their eyes.

“Sorry—Sorry, Sirius,” Remus choked out though his laughter as he got up off the bed and helped Sirius into the bathroom to shower, laughs still bursting through his lips as he tried to stifle them. 

James made eye contact with Peter and Regulus and the three of them started laughing again. Poor Sirius. 

“I think I might go and see if Miles wants to play chess for a bit.” And he disappeared out the door, still laughing. 

James grabbed Regulus’s hand and dragged him up off the bed and into his arms. 

“Hi, love,” He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into Regulus’s neck. Regulus scrunched his shoulders up when James’s nose tickled the soft skin there. 

“So, how did it go?” Regulus asked once he’d batted James away. 

“She knows it was us, not you,” He added when Regulus got a worried look on his face. “I think she was actually a bit proud of us for pulling it off, but apparently the professors are having trouble removing the pigs.” He let a face-splitting grin spread across his face. 

“Did she punish you?” Regulus asked.  

“Yup. Just the usual thought; detention, no Hogsmeade. Like that's going to keep us out of the village.” He scoffed. “And Sirius and I are on probation on the quidditch team. She said if she catches wind of any of us causing mischief, we’ll be off the team.” He shrugged. She’d have to actually prove it was them before they got kicked off the team, and they’d lie low for a few weeks before their next prank anyway.

A wicked smirk pulled across Regulus’s mouth. “What?” James asked, unable to help the smile on his face. 

“I got away with it. No one knows I had anything to do with it.” He looked up at James with starry eyes. “I’m the best marauder.” James dipped his head and kissed him. 

“Yes you are, love. Yes you are.” 

Next part

[keigokoutarou]

“Do you like my hips?” Pt. 1.5

Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!Reader

Pt. 1.5 bc I love cliffhangers *smooches*

Find Pt. 1 here! | Pt. 2

Warnings: welcome to my tit talk (literally that’s all that’s here) Suggestive content

Oh you were writhing. Shaking. Beaming with excitement in your seat as you looked at yourself in the review mirror. The ride to base had never felt so fucking long. This 20 minutes used to feel like bliss before you had to deal with the guys but today? You were sure the speed you traveled was considered reckless.

Pulling up to the gate, you stopped for the MP to check your I.D.

“No camos today again sergeant?” The MP asked, trying so hard not to eye your chest.

“Another maintenance day.” You shrugged. “Gotta get the buggies in good shape before our next mission.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled. “Have a good one, Sergeant.”

Oh, I will. You thought to yourself as you waved him off and headed toward the yard as you and soap called it.

Pulling in, you noticed a few other cars and began counting them out.

Price’s Raptor, Gaz’s AMG and Soap’s old FJ. You groaned in annoyance.

“If he doesn’t show today, I’m going to lose it.” You grumbled, pulling your keys and sliding out of your rebuilt rx-7 before shutting and locking the door behind you.

You almost stomped your way through the yard to the last set of buggies that needed attention.

“Swear I could hear you coming down the highway in that thing.” Soap laughed, rubbing his hands on a greasy towel.

“Funny, I didn’t think she was loud enough.” You smirked, following Soap back to the one he was working on.

“We’re about done, just need to do two more oil changes.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead to clear the beads of sweat.

“I can start on one then.” You nodded your head.

“I laid everything out already but um, don’t want to like cover up first?” He raised an eyebrow, lifting his hands up to his chest. “Lieutenant seemed pissed on Tuesday about it.”

“Oh did he?” You quirked an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“Heard him bitching to himself about you ‘flaunting’ all over base after you left.” Soap shrugged.

“Seems like he just needs to get over himself.” You giggled.

“Or he needs to get laid.” Soap chuckled along side you.

“Is he even coming today?” You threw in, silently thanking Soap for leaving the opening.

“He’ll be in shortly. Said he was meeting with Alejandro, the guy we have our new mission with.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “I’ll get started then. Wouldn’t want lieutenant pouty to have my ass.”

“I dunno, he might want to.” Soap winked, turning his back to you and returning to his work.

“Oh you have no idea.” You mumbled to yourself before heading toward the truck.

Time had flown by since you laid on the creeper and rolled yourself up under the buggy with tools in hand.

“Ah, fuck.” You groaned as the bolt to the oil pan fell straight into the drip pan with oil spouting out over top of it. Rolling your eyes, you huffed and dropped your wrench and socket beside you before leaning over to look for the bolt.

“Little shit.” You hissed at the little metal knob for falling instead of staying in the socket. You leaned the opposite way, dropping into a random pan you had found to hold anything important and prevent them from rolling away.

Laying back on the creeper again with a huff, you looked at the engine oil staining your hand and like a light bulb switched, you were filled with a genius idea.

“Whoops.” You giggled to yourself as you wiped the oil on the front of your shirt and purposely made sure a smear or two landed on the tops of your breasts. “Wonder how that got there.”

Evil it was and evil you were. Maybe you had started this deadly war, you thought to yourself as you waited for the oil to drain, but Simon made his move and it would be wrong not to engage in such a fun game of chess.

You were impatient as time passed, closing up the oil pan as it finished draining. On the last turn to tighten it with all your might, you heard your favorite sound.

“She should be around here somewhere.” You heard a deep voice break the every day noise of the base.

It was your beckoned fucking call. You smiled, checking your cleavage to make sure it was ample in its beauty before looking to the sides of you to spot Simon’s signature walk.

To your left, you noticed him approaching from the direction Soap was in. Beside him you noticed another set of legs and you realized that it must have been Alejandro. Your smile turned from excited to devious in seconds. This was going to be fun.

You waited until the got closer, assuming Simon had seen you since he called out your name.

You pushed yourself off the suspension and slid out from under the buggy on the creeper. You held your hand out to shield your eyes from the sun and to catch a clean look at your Lieutenants face.

He held his hand out to you, offering help to get you up so you could properly greet. You smiled, meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk as he not so shamelessly eyed your chest. This time, he wasn’t subtle. His hand gripped yours tighter than ever and in that instant, you wondered what it would feel like grabbing at the inside of your thighs.

“Sergeant.” Simon sounded so annoyed. You were glad.

“Lieutenant Riley.” You were absolutely beaming.

“I’d like you to meet Colonel Alejandro Rojas.” He gritted his teeth, trying so hard to maintain an even tone.

You narrowed your eyes slightly in a playful way before turning your attention to the man beside him.

“Sergeant F/N L/N.” You smiled, extending your hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine.” He might have smiled a little to hard but you knew Simon caught it and that’s all you cared about.

“I’m excited to get a chance to work with you. Captain Price says you’re great with a Lachmann.” You ignored the tall angry man beside you, fully engaging with Alejandro.

“He speaks too highly of me.” Alejandro chuckled.

“I doubt that.” You waved off his comment. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

Alejandro nodded, fully unaware of the part he played as pawn. Sure it was a cheap move but it was too easy. Too easy to dig the hypothetical knife just a little deeper into Simon’s side.

“Price wanted to go over some finer details with you before tonight’s big debrief.” Simon interrupted. “He’s in the large building over there, I’ll catch up with you.”

Alejandro nodded, bidding you one more small smile before walking off and leaving you with Ghost.

You crossed your arms, being sure to push your chest out just a little more as you turned to fully face him in a challenge as you looked up at your lieutenant.

“Playing dirty now, aren’t we?” His tone was shifting, dare you say to a more angry one.

“Was I?” You played innocent, almost batting your lashes at the man.

His eyes seemed to flash with excitement at the realization that you wanted to play. Not just submit to him because that would be too easy. You wanted to draw out this game with him as long as possible.

“You little minx.” He shook his head, crossing his arms to match your stance.

“Lieutenant Riley, I’m not sure that’s how you should speak to your peers.” You tilted your head to the side. “It wouldn’t be great for team morale.”

He looked at you, eyes darting between each of yours and then squaring with your chest.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing at, Sergeant.” His voice was even now, smooth and coated in lust.

“Is it now?” You stepped closer to him, looking up through your eyelashes. “If I recall, you’re the one who started this little game of ours.” Your smirk was wicked and he loved it. “I thought about just giving into you because I’m sure you’d just love that… but giving up this soon would be a waste.”

“You look tough now.” His hands fell to his side, making a step to match yours and close the gap. His index finger found its way under your chin, tilting your face up toward him and making your lips part slightly. “I bet I can wipe that cocky smirk right off.”

“Is that so?” You were trying. So. Fucking. Hard. You almost felt like you were shaking with excitement.

“Give me one chance.” When had his face gotten so close? You could almost feel the puffs of air coming through his mask.

He was being blatant now and that earned him a sweet little gasp from your lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His words were now close to your ear, breaking every rule in the book by playing this game with you out in the open. “My quarters tonight. 9 P.M.”

He stepped back, allowing you to breathe. You took an extra step at the snap back into reality.

“I didn’t take you as a beggar, Simon.” You smiled. “We’ll see about tonight.” You waved, turning on your heels in an unknown direction to put distance between you and Simon.

“Fucking hell.” He released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as he watched you walk away and out of sight.

[katxxgrace]

ArthurTv - I Wait For You

Warnings: Swearing/Adult Humor, Fluff.

Chapter One - Arthur Frederick POV

Birds Don't Sing

She was so beautiful, not only in the way that I found her physically attractive. She was attractive in every sense of the word. Angelic featured that fit her face perfectly - her warm, compassionate smile she rarely allowed to spread across her face, making it all the more wonderful when she did, her shaded, eyeliner-surrounded eyes that lit up when she heard a song she particularly liked, or when she received a compliment. Her soft, silky hair that flowed from her scalp like a beautiful brunette waterfall, the way she dressed how she wanted - nobody could sway her opinions of how she wanted to represent herself which I dearly admired and respected about her.

And of course, her wonderful [in every single way] personality, her humor - the jokes she told, the way she could make me laugh at her own annotations she would add to things she thought no one would notice or find funny. The level of raw emotion she felt and put into things she did - an unrivaled, unapologetic passion for things she loved.

She was perfect in every sense of the word - charming, and funny, and gorgeous, and smart in her own ways, and a million words more I wish I could say to her-

"Arthur! Jesus Christ..." Georges voice rang through my whole head, waking me from my thoughts and bringing me back to whatever planet I lived on.

"Did you actually watch any of that or were you daydreaming the whole time?" Chris joked next.

I spoke meekly, "No, I was just thinking about something that's all."

A light chuckle left George's lips, "What about, I wonder?" The sarcasm thay ran through his voice made it painstakingly obvious of what he meant.

"I wasn't- I'm not thinking about Y/N, okay?" I defended myself, knowing what was coming next.

"You so were," Chris teased, sighing out a low laugh.

I looked down at my lap, "I swear I wasnt."

"What were you thinking about then? Chess?" George grinned.

Chris let out a loud laugh at the statement.

I stood up, "Whatever," walking out of the room, hearing their continued teasing of me, I made my way towards Y/N's room.

Knocking on the door, I waited for her to come open it, smiling up at me as she always did. As the door opened, I heard faint music from her television, Spotify open to a song I didn't recognise.

"Arthur!" She wrapped her hands around my waist and I jumped my arms back slightly, suprised at the sudden show of affection.

I placed them around her shoulders, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the contrasting muskier scent of - my cologne?

"You... smell nice- is that my cologne?" My heart hurt a little. I wasn't sure why.

"Yeah, sorry," She smiled shyly, "My perfume ran out and any of the others would've killed me. I hope you don't mind?" she looked up at me, slightly concerned.

"Hey it's okay, I don't mind! You should've just asked."

Smiling again, she grabbed my hand and brought me into her room. It wasn't unusual as we often just sat in eachothers rooms and just talked for a while.

I closed the door behind me with my foot.

My heart fluttered from the contact between out hands, long, bony fingers wrapped around my palm. Her hands were soft but incredibly cold, which didn't suprise me.

I watched her skip the song, eyeliner around her eyes heavily smudged.

Leaning over, I warned: "Stay still," wiping the makeup with my thumb. Electricity ran from my fingertip, down my arm, and rested in between the butterflied in my stomach and the loud, erratic beating of my heavy heart.

She looked perfect as she beamed up at me, "Thank you."

A song came on and she immediately seemed excitable, turning it up by four.

I listened as the song started:

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She said, "How could you joke at a time like this?"

I know why, because this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?

I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain,

That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way,

Those are her words, not mine,

As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time, so,

If you walk out that door in disgust,

I guess there's nothing more to discuss.

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Y/N stood up from the bed, walking around it before stopping in front of me and grabbing my hands, removing them from my lap and attempting to pull me from my position, clearly not strong enough.

I helped her by standing up, hands still entagled with her own.

She started to move on her heels slightly, dancing awkwardly.

I smiled, seeing her anxiousness to dance properly in front of me, letting go of one of her hands, holding it high above her head and twirling her around.

Giggling softly, she moved elegantly but somehow clumsy and disorganised at the same time, laughing and spinning and looking oh so stunning. I felt a warm spread across my chest and up my neck, forming a blush on my cheeks.

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Birds Don't Sing,

They just fall from the sky,

Girls don't call,

And they never tell you why,

That's just how they say goodbye,

Goodbye.

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The world slowed down as she whirled in front of me, a blur of uncoordinated, beautiful movement. The smell of her hair filled my nose and kissed all the way down to my lungs before fluttering and resting as peaceful, humming butterflies lower in my stomach.

"Your hands are so cold," I blurted out - of course that was the most romantic thing I could've said. 'Wow, temperature'. I mentally scolded myself after saying it.

She eased my nerves when she had laughed, "Sorry," she batted her eyelids at me as I widened my own.

"Why are you apologising?"

"I don't really know."

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Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed,

Don't listen to the references to things you might have actually said,

'Cause those are my words, not yours,

As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse,

I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation,

She isn't crying, she's just making conversation.

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She collapsed onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling with a giddy grin plastered across her beautiful face. Patting the space next to her, she let out a sigh.

I took the spot gratefully, imitating her position. She bent her knees, bringing them up so her feek lay flat on the silky sheet beneath her.

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Birds don't sing,

They just fall from the sky,

Girls don't call,

And they never tell you why,

That's just how they say goodbye,

Goodbye.

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The end of the song had me drifting into a warm, inviting sleep. Looking over at her, I floated into a shallow nap, breathing deeply and eyes growing heavy.

My dreams welcomed me with open, loving arms. I saw her, Y/N, god she looked beautiful. She waved me over to where she was lay on her side in my hoodie and a pair of my boxers. Her other hand lay rest between her thighs.

Her warm presence enough for me to walk over to her, I looked down at her. She stood up, not much taller than chest level compared to my height.

Fluttering her eyes at me endearingly enough I leant down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers through my hair. She was stood on her tiptoes, smiling into the kiss.

Waking up cuddled into her pillow, seemingly tucked in, with Y/N lay next to me sleeping was almost beyond belief as my dream.

I imagined we were in this situation romantically, and we loved eachother and had a future together.

Next chapter: I Wait For You.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOVELIES <33

[arminsumi]

hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.7k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

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Judy Alvarez Headcanons

CYBERPUNK || Judy Alvarez x Fem!Reader

On your first meeting, she was a bitch. You'd wandered down into the lower levels of Lizzie's and assumed she was Evelyn, you'd interrupted her editing to which she took the aggressive approach, "Who the fuck are you? You don't walk into somebody's office all dilly dally and shit on their editing."

She's a terrible cook, you know this and she knows this. So you tend to make sure she's eating properly when you have the time, boiling and frying a half-decent meal for her when she finishes a BD.

She's always willing to patch you up, her door is open to you any time you need care, and boy is she willing to give it to you. You'll sit on her kitchen counter while she scurries off to find any supplies required. And when she returns, she'll give you a quick, loving peck but then scold you for being so reckless while sorting your wounds.

She doesn't drink a lot, unlike you she goes for the strong shit that lasts her half an hour, like a malt or a whiskey. On the odd occasion, you ask to try some, she gladly raises the glass to your lips and purposely spills a little down your chin just for her own enjoyment. "Split a little." She giggles, slowly wiping your chin with her thumb, and dragging your lip down before licking her thumb clean.

She loves cats. When she comes to your apartment she immediately zooms past you to greet your momma cat and her kittens. At first, you were slightly offended but it's become the norm.

She struggles to sleep without you, it's like an addiction, after the first time sharing the same bad, holding you, digging her face into your neck, waking up entangled in each other, she needs it every night.

NAP QUEEN. She takes at least 2 a day, why sleep all night when you can do it in shifts? You feel more energised plus you get more work done. But when she does sleep, it's deep. Like you could throw a toaster across the room and she'd barely move a muscle. It's a pain when you need to get up and she's slung across you with more or less all of her body weight, it takes you a solid 15 minutes to get out of bed.

You love asking about her childhood in Laguna Bend, and she loved telling you about it. You never got tired of her stories, even if she sometimes repeats the same tales, you have a keen ear for her past life.

She's weirdly good at chess, she often tries to teach you but you prefer to tease her, running your leg up her leg while she's thinking about her next move, sit and stare at her instead of taking your turn, "You've got to move something at some point!" She complains, crossing her arms. "Hmm... I'd rather not."

You're her top volunteer for her implant, robotic and chrome experiments. Once, you tested a new combat implant for her and let one of her robots shoot at you, long story short, Judy's bathroom wall could do with some new plastering.