#silver writes

[silverbrain]

Keep Quiet...

NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact

Tropes- smut, semi-public sex, fingering, hand job, drunk sex, sex in the closet, balcony sex.

Pairing- Reader x Xavier, Reader x Rafayel, Reader x Zayne, Reader x Sylus.

Summary- Xavier getting freaky at the movie theatre. Rafayel getting freaky at a party in a closet. Zayne getting it in an airplane. Balcony freak activities with Sylus.

First time writing smut, gimme all your feedbacks!!

Xavier

You had finally convinced Xavier to watch the new movie with you. After a few stressful weeks at work, you finally had a few days off, and Xavier didn’t have any missions either, so you had put forth the idea, hoping to slowly get him out of his eat-sleep-lounge schedule.

You wear a knee length maroon skirt and a black top and you’re quite pleased with yourself as you turn left and right in the mirror, watching the skirt swish. You hear a knock on the door and open it to see Xavier, dressed in something you definitely haven’t seen him in earlier. He wears a dark blue hoodie and black jeans, that are tight in all the right places. You try not to stare as you envelope him in a hug, when your nose catches a whiff of… is that perfume? “You smell nice”, you comment. “Ah, yes, thanks”, he says, awkwardly, one arm coming up to brush his neck.

It was a strangely empty theatre. You took your seats in the back, mind still reeling from the whiff you caught earlier. Xavier sits beside you, seemingly relaxed. “Why this movie?”, he asks.

“Well, I’ve heard great reviews, so why not give it a try?”, you reply.

“Hmm…”, he says, thoughtfully, “I hope it’s good”

The movie begins. You find your thoughts occasionally drifting to the tall man beside you. How good he looks in blue, how good he smells…Beside you, Xavier puts his hand in yours, rubbing slow circles on your knuckles. You raise an eyebrow questioningly, but think nothing of it, happy to hold his hand.

That is until he lets go of your hand and places the palm of his hand flat on your thigh instead, lightly stroking the maroon velvet of your skirt. You turn to look at him. He keeps his eyes on the screen, low lights glinting across his pretty eyes.

He brings his hand to your knee, now drawing light, ticklish patterns in the skin. He draws a few squiggly figure 8s before you catch on. Oh. They’re letters. S. You look at Xavier. O. He continues to spell out letters on your knee. P, he spells next.

And then R. He continues the trail of letters inwards, up your thigh.

You internally sigh as you feel the beginnings of a familiar feeling tingle through you.

“Xavier…”, you ask questioningly.

“Shh baby…”, he leans in to whisper, the warmth touching your ear and sending a tingle down your spine. “Let me”

You shudder at his words as his hands slip upwards, toying with the skin of your thighs. E-T-T-Y. He ends the last letter dangerously close to your core, fingers almost brushing your underwear.

You almost shift forward, and instead bump your foot into the seat in front of you. The person grumbles a little and almost turns around as your freeze. Xavier, on the other hand, simply stills his hand and continues watching the screen. “I’m so sorry”, you apologize, and the man sits down once more, attention trained on the movie.

You breathe a sigh of relief, not daring to look at Xavier. You could almost imagine the smirk he’s got on his face. He leans in again. “So eager, huh?”, he whispers and you bite down on your lip to keep in the noise that is about to escape your throat.

You look at him, unbothered if sees the absolute need coursing through me. Xavier doesn’t look at you. Instead, he continues to look at the screen, the dim lights illuminating his features as he brings his knuckles to rub at your core. You can’t help but squeeze your legs together and bite down on your lips.

Xavier huffs a small laugh in the back of his throat, and you feel the juices soaking through your panties as he continues to rub lazy circles at your core. He knows. How does he know?

“Please…”, you whisper, as quietly as you can. “Hmm?” You know he heard you, and he’s only teasing. He turns an inquisitive eye towards you, and you can’t help but feel a little annoyed at the teasing. “Please…Xavier…”

He appears nonchalant enough and you wonder when this movie is going to get over, when he suddenly takes his hand away. You shift uncomfortably in the seat as you feel the wetness soaking your panties, dripping down your folds. There’s no way you could do anything right now, not with so many people around. It’s a relatively empty theatre, yes, but the few people in there still seem like too many for the things you need right now.

From the corner of your eye, you watch Xavier bring his hand up to his mouth and suck on his fingers, as if he were washing away the salt from a bag of popcorn. “Mhm…”, he sighs, as his eyes shift to meet yours, “it’s delicious”.

Your mouth falls open as you look away, feeling a desperate new wave of need course through you. You cross your legs, trying to create some pressure against your wet insides. “Uh huh”, he hums, quietly., bringing his hand to your knee, forcing his hand inside, making you uncross your knees. He rests his hand there, for a moment, making you lean forward in anticipation.

“What do you want?”, he asks quietly, “is it this?”, he asks, suddenly dipping into your skirt and shifting your panties to the side as he touches you. A very inappropriate noise almost escapes you as you feel your muscles clench and struggle at the sensation.

“Could’ve just told me”, he says, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You don’t dare close your eyes, and the danger of the situation hits you all at once, but you don’t find it in yourself to care. Instead, you open your mouth and try to keep breathing evenly.

Xavier’s fingers rub slow circles on your sopping wet folds as you struggle to stay still in your seat, fingers gripping the handles. You can’t help but whine a little.

“Need more?”, he whispers, fingers toying at your entrance till you’re sucking his fingers in, desperate need and desire coursing through you. You nod, not trusting yourself with any words.

The screen plays in front of you, but you’ve lost the plot long ago.

He dips his finger inside a little and you feel yourself clench in anticipation. He stops, though, instead bringing his fingers to spread the wetness around. You nearly whine at the teasing. “What?”, he asks casually, or at least he pretends to, the hoarseness in his voice giving away how it’s affecting him as well.

“More”, you mouth the words.

“As you say”, he says, suddenly thrusting two of his fingers deep inside you. You inhale sharply as something on-screen explodes. You try to hold it in, biting your lip and struggling as he begins to pump his slender fingers in and out, rubbing his palm on your nub rhythmically.

You grip the handles roughly, knuckles white, muscles clenching and throbbing. You turn your head to look at Xavier. You feel a heat course through you as you find his gaze already on you, watching you hungrily. He leans forward to grab your hand, taking it off the chair handle and instead placing it on his arm, still under your skirt.

You look down to look at the way his hand disappears under your skirt and you feel the familiar coil in your stomach squeeze impossibly tight. You look back up at him, as he simply brings up a finger to his lips. Quiet. The message is clear.

Waves of pleasure rush through you as Xavier’s hands slow down, stroking the pulsating high out of you. You try to control your breaths as they come out ragged and shaky, Xavier’s eyes still on you, not budging.

“Great movie, isn’t it?”, he asks innocently.

Rafayel

You were accompanying Rafayel to his friend’s birthday party. You pull up to the address in a deep blue gown and text him.

Rafayel had been running late since Thomas had forced him to attend another of his exhibitions. After none of the excuses had worked, he had ended up having to attend, and was now on his way to the party.

You: r u here yet?

Raf: omw, will reach in like 5 min.

You read the text and wait for him. The party is at a villa complete with a swimming pool, an open bar and a barbeque that you see as you gaze over the massive lawn. A few people mill about, and you can’t help but feel a slight bit intimidated. You see a car pull up and Rafayel gets out, wearing a dark navy suit. He scans the place looking for you, as you exit the car and wave to him.

Rafayel’s eyes widen a little as they fall on you as he steps forward to give you a slight hug. “There you are”, he says, “you look great.”

“Thanks”, you say, “it isn’t too much, is it?”

“You’re never too much”, he says, as you take his arm and enter the party.

The party continues into the wee hours of the night, with drunk people loitering around the pool outside and a few others in random corners of the villa. You stare at the random drink you picked off a tray as your eyes search for Rafayel. He excused himself to visit the restroom and then he had disappeared. You hang around with another hunter that you kind of knew, before deciding to go look for him yourself.

You pass the bar and the kitchen and the vast living room, smiling politely at the ones you made eye contact with. You check a few of the rooms on the first floor, and then climb the stairs to the second.

You pass a room and are about to enter the next when you see a man approaching your direction as you freeze. Blanche was another one of Rafayel’s friends, but he was the type to rattle off story after story when drunk and you really didn’t have the patience for that right now. You look around for an escape before your eyes land on a closet in the corridor. You turn around and quicky shut yourself in the cupboard, hoping it doesn’t have any strange bugs or spiders.

Your phone pings.

Raf: whereee r uuu

You silence your phone hurriedly as you type back.

You: hiding lmao

Raf: ???

You: was looking for u

Raf: where r u now?

You: in the dark brown cupboard in the corridor of the second floor…

You stare at the screen as he begins typing back, but never replies. Outside, Blanche seems to have found his next victim as you hear the faint sound of conversation. You hear a set of footsteps approaching, and you hold your breath, hoping it’s Rafayel. You didn’t want to be caught hiding in a damn cupboard, after all.

The door of the closet swings open as Rafayel stands there, his eyes a bit sleepy. He opens the door and gives you a long look, his eyes travelling up and down, before climbing in and shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”, you whisper hurriedly.

“Joining you...”, he replies.

In the close proximity of the dark cupboard, you’re acutely aware of the faint scent of his perfume. You lean forward and rest your forehead on his chest. He brings his hand up to gently stroke your hair. “Tired?”, he asks.

“A bit...”

He tucks a piece behind your ear as you look up at him. You’re looking at darkness, but you can feel his hot breath against your face.

“You know…”, he starts, “you look exceptionally ravishing today…. Did I tell you that?”

“Uh, yeah…thank you…”, you reply, unsure of the sudden compliment.

“Love showing you off…”, he mumbles next to your ear.

“Is that so?”, you ask teasingly.

“Mmm...” he hums as he leans forward to capture your lips in an urgent kiss, the faint trace of alcohol lingering in the background.

You return the kiss, sensations heightened by the pitch blackness around you. His hand moves to lock around your neck as he holds you in place, licking and kissing into your mouth.

You pull back a little. He pulls back and pants heavily, his breath hitting your face in little puffs.

“Are you drunk?”

“Why? You gonna deny me a kiss if I am?”, he asks.

You take in his state, unsure of what to say. He attacks your lips again, causing you to let out a squeal of surprise. He kisses and kisses and kisses, one hand clutching at your throat, the other at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You feel the undeniable bulge in his pants rub against you, a little gasp of pleasure escaping your throat. “Rafayel…”, you start.

“Need you…”, he replies, kissing down your throat, moving his hand down your chest. “Really do…”

“We’re”, a gasp escapes your lips as his hands find your chest, massaging a nipple, “in a fucking cupboard, Raf!”

“Does it matter?”, he whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

You feel your brain stop in its tracks a little as you chase the feeling of his mouth on your neck. He moves his hand further down your waist, resting at the deep slit of the evening gown. He drags his fingers across the expanse of your thigh while pressing kisses to your collarbones. You find yourself leaning into his touch, wanting more.

He places his fingers below your thigh and brings it up to hook around his sturdy legs. You feel a wave of desire course through you at his actions, pooling between your legs. You bring a hand up to his fluffy hair.

“Please?”, he questions, leaning up, giving your collarbones a respite. You nearly shudder at the way his voice quivers a little, need and desire evident. You allow his hands to slip under your dress and toy at your panties.

A shaky breath leaves you as he slips his fingers inside, groaning at the wetness slipping out of you. “So, you like it huh?”, he asks. You can only gasp silently in response. You pull him forward and kiss at his jaw, earning a growl.

Outside, you hear a set of voices getting closer. Rafayel seems to hear them at the same time. He pauses his movements to listen. The faint sound of two people talking drifts in. He listens for a bit before moving his fingers with increased fervour. You nearly moan at the contact.

He roughly places a hand over your mouth as he speeds up his movements. You throw your head back in pleasure, hands haphazardly reaching out to touch him everywhere.

“Shh…”, he hushes you, before pressing a wet kiss against your mouth. “Do you want them to hear?”

Your hands shakily find their way to his belt, and you tug, which results in him drawing a shaky breath. “So eager…”, he muses, moving quickly to undo his belt.

You shakily reach for his cock, already leaking with desire. You can almost see it even though it is pitch black all around you. Rafayel lets out a quiet gasp as your hand touches him, eyes fluttering shut.

He presses into you, brushing his cock against your slick folds, teasing.

Outside, you hear a man call out to his friend amidst the friendly hum of chatter. You freeze. Rafayel leans forward. You can feel the energy change around him for a second as he pushes into you suddenly.

Sheer pleasure and pain envelopes you as you try to control your sounds. Before you, Rafayel stills for a moment before he starts to move, slowly. Agonizingly. Deliciously.

The steady hum of chatter hums in the air, however you can only focus on the humming of your blood in your ears, as it runs hot with desire and pleasure.

Rafayel leans down to press a kiss to your lips before thrusting in. He does it again. Kiss. Thrust. Kiss. Thrust. You can feel the pleasure radiate off of him. You nearly reach down to touch yourself before he grabs your hand and brings it up to rest of his chest. “Nuh uh”, he says, bringing his hand down to touch you. You almost feel your knees buckle at the pure wave of pleasure that shoots through you.

“Why…”, you start, but it comes out whiny, “why are you like this…”

“You…”, he gasps, “in this, it’s…been driving me crazy…all night”

You gasp as you feel the pleasure build suddenly, the risk making everything more pleasurable. You come suddenly, ripples of pleasure pulsing through you. He fixes his mouth to yours, swallowing a deep moan as he lets go himself.

You feel your knees buckle as the pleasure washes over you, but Rafayel holds you up with his strong arms, resting his head against yours as he comes down from his own high.

Outside, someone looks for him. “Where’s Rafayel?”

“Right here”, he smirks as he whispers into your ear.

You can’t help but chuckle at the situation. Drunk Rafayel certainly is something.

Zayne

You sit beside Zayne in the cramped airplane, body feeling uncomfortable with the buzzing as you flew over various cities. You had been assigned to accompany him for a medical drive yet again, not that you were complaining.

Zayne was especially warm to you today, not bothering to hide his affection for you at all. Not only did he buy you coffee, as he always did, he also suggested watching a movie together and reached out to entwine your fingers together in the cramped space between you. You felt a gush of warmth and affection surge through you at the gesture as you leaned into him, pulling the airline provided blanket closer around you both.

You soon find yourself dozing off, resting your head on his shoulder. Zayne quirks an eyebrow as he notices your eyes closing every so often, till they finally shut as you drift off. He quietly switches off the movie and closes his own eyes, heart warming at the closeness between you two.

That is until you shift in your sleep and place your hand directly on his crotch.

Zayne’s eyes fly open at the sudden contact. He glances down at you, hoping you’d shift and move your hand away, but it doesn’t happen. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

A few moments pass, during which Zayne tries waking you up by tapping your shoulder. You shift a little, only making things worse for him. He gulps a little and decides it’s too much before grabbing your arm by the wrist.

This wakes you up and you jerk violently as you wake. “Just…”, he struggles, moving your hand to your lap, as he settles down in his own seat. You look at him, mouth open, sleep still lingering in your face. “I was dreaming of you”, you admit.

This catches his attention. “Really? What was I doing?”

Your face colors at the question. Why had you even brought it up? “You…”, you try to come up with something that’s less embarrassing than the truth.

Truth is, your mind had conjured up images of Zayne saying your name, over and over, eyes shut, face contorted, in need, but not in pain.

Beside you Zayne quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you were imagining naughty things?”, he teases.

You can’t hide the effect his words have, as you turn away to look at the now black screen in front of you.

“You really did imagine naughty things, huh?”, he says, surprise evident in his voice as he refuses to break his gaze away from your flustered face.

“Stop…”, you try to protest weakly. “Tell me” There’s something in his voice, it’s definitely something and your eyes snap back to his face, holding his gaze for a moment.

You see the way his pupils dilate and his breath comes out a bit shallow as he stares at you. “You and me were…doing things”

“What kind of things?”, he asks, voice low, barely able to keep the sudden lust that’s flooding his body.

“You’re...a mouthful”, you say. Zayne opens and closes his mouth, trying to keep his calm, but failing and failing badly. He shuts his eyes and takes a shaky breath.

You take in his state and a wave of cheekiness comes over you as you shift your hand back down over his crotch. Zayne’s eyes fly open at the contact as his body jerks.

You look up to smile at him slyly. “What?”

“Don’t…”, he shudders, “don’t what me”

You continue rubbing over his pants, feeling his bulge grow. “Do you like it?” He shuts his eyes and ignores your comment, not trusting his voice at the moment. “Me…dreaming of you…like that?”

He opens his eyes only to see your eyes already on his as he opens his mouth and lets out a heavy breath. It comes out shaky and the effect you’re having in him is enough to turn you on.

You feel the wetness stick to your panties, already pooling.

You move your hands deftly to his track pants and slip your hand inside, moving your hands up and down his already leaking length. Zayne can barely hold it together. He pants quickly, before balling up his hands into fists. “N-no, no, no…stop!”, he whispers urgently.

You stop as you look up at him curiously. There’s an urgency in his movements, as he looks over his seat to survey the airplane before grabbing your wrist. You look at him curiously.

“Get up”, he says urgently and your curiosity gets the better of you as you follow him.

In a few steps of his long legs, he gets to the bathroom and shoves you in before getting inside himself and locking it behind him.

Your eyes widen impossibly as you stare at him. “Zayne…we’re gonna get caught!”

“No, we aren’t”, he says with a finality in his voice as he reaches down to lower your sweatpants and panties in one go.

You gasp as the cold air hits you suddenly, but hardly have time to think as he frees himself and grabs your leg to hoist it against the wall. He kisses you, once, desperately, before plunging into you.

A long squelch is heard followed by the sound of your gasp as you struggle with the intense sensation of being filled by him. Zayne breathes heavily in front of you, breath fanning your face.

“This is what you get…”, he says, struggling to hold himself back, “for teasing me, in an airplane, of all places”

He begins to move his hips, pistoning in and out of you as you take it, the situation making you feel hot and wet all over again. Your face contorts in pleasure as he hits that delicious spot inside you over and over again. You grab at his hair and his arms, trying to steady yourself against him.

You can feel you’ve reached your breaking point when he reaches a hand down to roll your nub between his thumb and forefinger. You arch into him, pure pleasure taking over your senses.

He looks at your face intently, your pleasure bringing him closer to the edge. “So…close, sweet-heart”, he pants, “You’re so…”

You nearly whine at his words as you feel the pleasure build inside you. “So hot like this”

“Zayne!”, you say his name as your orgasm hits you, waves of pleasure bursting forth from your core down to your muscles as they clench around him.

He comes soon after, burying his head in your shoulder, as he empties himself inside you.

A minute passes. He unwraps himself from you as he takes in your flushed face and wipes the sweat off his own eyebrow. You look away, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing. “Don’t get all shy now”, he says, huffing a slight laugh.

Three loud knocks are heard on the door as he says it. You instantly pull up your pants and almost panic when Zayne puts an arm on your shoulder. “Get ready…”, he says, raking a hand through his messy hair. “For…?”

“Bend over”, he instructs. You look at him questioningly, before he jerks your head towards the toilet. “Too bad the plane is giving you nausea, sweetheart”, he says, patting your back before he flushes the toilet and opens the door.

Zayne meets eyes with a disgruntled passenger waiting. “I’m sorry”, you hear him speak, “she’s not doing well in there”

You can’t help but smirk at his quick thinking.

Sylus

You and Sylus stand on the balcony, wine glasses in hand. You both have been drinking as a form of unwinding after another stressful auction. Sylus may pretend to be all cool and unbothered, but you could tell when he was focused on doing the things he did- the stress got to him too.

You take another sip of the cool liquid as a breeze blows suddenly, the cool autumn hair blowing through your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sylus’ eyes on you, but you say nothing. His eyes continue to blaze into you, all focus, no reprieve.

Below, on the street, a car honks, breaking his reverie, as his eyes dart back to the liquid in his cup. You turn to look at him, he seems a bit…open and kind of…vulnerable? ‘Maybe he’s drunk?’, you think to yourself. 

Sylus looks up from his cup to meet your eyes. He freezes for a moment, before letting out a smile. He looks happy, and unguarded and…young, you think, so much younger, when he doesn’t seem as stressed.

“What is it?”, he drawls. “Something on my face?”

“Yeah”, you chuckle to yourself. He frowns a little as he brings a hand up to his face, rubbing absent-mindedly. “Handsomeness”

His eyes widen a little before it clicks and he laughs shortly. “Well, I can’t rub it off my face then”, he says.

You watch him, wondering if you should ask him the question or no. He’d deny it, obviously. Sylus wasn’t the type to admit he was drunk. Even if he was lying face down on the couch. Mumbling. Legs hanging off the side. You chuckle a little to yourself at the memory.

"What are you laughing at, darling?", he purrs.

You shake your head. "Who said I'm laughing?"

He puts his glass to his lips and chugs the remaining liquid before placing it on the floor with a soft clink. He straightens again as he walks over to you, slowly.

You feel the hair on your arm rise as he gets closer. You turn away took look at the cars on the street below. There weren't many.

He stands right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the sudden burst of warmth of his chest against your back.

"Are you saying my eyes are deceiving me?", he asks, voice rumbling right next to your ear.

You look at him. It was a mistake. Because he's impossibly close and you lean back in shock. "Maybe", you joke, trying to quell the heavy thumping of your heart.

Sylus just hums as he buries his nose in your neck. "Are you lying to me?", he whispers. You can't help the way your breath stutters as you bring your hand up to touch his hair.

"I wouldn't do that...", you say absentmindedly, as you realize how true it is. Something about Sylus when he's like this, so soft and... open makes you feel feelings for him.

Your fingers brush his scalp and he groans softly, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. You hum appreciatively and his arms tighten around you further. He peppers kisses across your neck, moving to the shell of your ear and you nearly drop your glass right out of your hand when he nips at the earlobe.

"Sylus...", you whisper, voice laced with need. He hums and you feel it thrum through your body.

"What, darling?", he asks. His voice is rough. You meet his eyes and you know he's feeling it too.

You cup his face as you crash your lips with his, desire a free-flowing wave back and forth between the two of you.

Sylus kisses your wine-stained mouth with passion, tongue dancing with yours.

"So pretty...baby you're so pretty...", he pants and you feel yourself physically need him. His hands move from wrapping around your middle to ghost over your body, lower and lower.

You moan at his touch as you press back into him, needing his touch, needing him. You gasp as you feel him press into you, almost grinding himself against you.

"Look...", he gasps, pressing his face against yours, "look what you...do to me"

Your knees almost buckle at his voice. You feel your wetness soak your panties at the way he struggles against you.

"Sy..."

He gasps at the nickname, and bites down on your neck. You let out a squeak at the sharp twang of pain and it soon turns to whimpers as he drifts his hands close to where you need them, pressing in.

He stops for a second before slipping his hand under your dress, running his palms against your cold thighs.

"Touch me...", you nearly wonder how you got so bold, but all you can think of is how much you need his touch.

"Really?", he says, toying with your underwear, "but I'm already doing that..."

"Please", you gasp.

Sylus groans at the sound of your plea, his hips press into your back harder, seeking friction. He slips his fingers into your underwear and you can hear his breath stutter. "You're so...turned on...for me"

"Yes", you gasp.

"Fuck", he growls, "I need you...Now, baby. Right now." The cool air hits your face as you think of his implication. The idea of taking him like this, on the balcony, sends a sharp wave of arousal through you. It's too risky, you think, but the way he's got his fingers against your wetness, touching but not moving, makes your head spin.

"Sylus...out...out here?", you manage to ask

"Yes, baby", he replies, slightly beginning to move his fingers in little circles. He kisses your shoulder. "Please", the sound of his voice, so needy, combined with the delicious pressure of his fingers, makes you crumble. You nod.

You hear the clink of a belt as Sylus makes quick work of his pants. Before you can miss his warmth, he lifts your dress to press up against you.

His hand slightly pushes your upper back, so that you're leaning over, just a little, as he positions himself.

Shifting your panties to the side, he presses in slowly and you can barely contain your moans as he fills you up. You clutch the cold metal railing and your glass of wine, which is still, somehow in your hand.

Behind you, Sylus grips your hips as he resists the urge to go feral. He begins rocking his hips, fucking into you slowly. You clench your fingers onto the cold railing as your hot pussy clenches around him.

"So good baby...", Sylus says, kissing your neck, setting a slow rhythm. He brings a hand around you to touch you and you nearly collapse at the pleasure surrounding you.

A few moments pass: Sylus is fucking into you slowly, rubbing your nub in slow, languid strokes. You feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach compress and curl till it almost hurts.

"Pl-please", you shudder and beg, "more"

"Too much?", he asks, his voice slightly concerned.

"Need to..."

He hums as he understands, pressing his chest against you as he speeds up his movements. You watch the red wine splash against the glass violently, a few drops escaping and disappearing down into the air as he fucks into you.

His fingertips hurry along your slick folds, and you feel yourself letting go. "That's right", he stutters, "come for me"

You feel the coil explode as your muscles clench repeatedly. Sylus fucks you through it, chasing his own pleasure before he stills, violently shuddering as he cums.

He buries his head in your neck as he catches his breath. The moment suddenly hits you as you watch the figure of a passerby on the street below.

"Sylus...", you speak, "what if...someone saw us?"

"Then I'll scoop their eyeballs out and you can have them", he replies.

You chuckle at his response.

This is the first time i've written smut, tell me how it was

[caroldantops]

fuzzy pink handcuffs

ship: agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader

summary/request:  you and rio poke the bear.

word count: 2k

notes: reader has a vagina, referred to with gender neutral pronouns

warnings: smut (18+), roleplaying, dom!agatha, switch!rio (but mainly sub here), sub!reader, also brat!reader and rio, manhandling, magic as bondage, spanking, fingering (R receiving), voyeurism (rio likes to watch :3), orgasm denial

masterlist | ao3 link

“No.”

“But, Agatha--”

“Absolutely not. And don’t even start giving me those sad, puppy eyes,” Agatha points a finger accusingly at you. You resist the urge to nip her finger, instead ignoring her order completely and giving her those aforementioned puppy eyes. “You’re such a spoiled brat, you know that?”

“Whose fault is that?” You grin knowingly.

Agatha whips around to face Rio, who’s watching this argument with great amusement plastered on her face. The other woman is nestled back into her favorite chair, enjoying the show as Agatha gets more and more flustered.

“This is all your fault.”

Rio raises her hands up, chuckling at her lover’s anger. “Hey, I’m not the one who was having Criminal Minds fantasies.”

“You’re the one who told them about it!” Agatha throws her hands up in defeat, flopping back on the couch and pouting.

She wasn’t wrong about that fact. After Agatha had successfully escaped the Westview Hex and reunited with you and Rio, Rio so kindly recalled the little roleplay that you missed. The thought of your lover as a gruff, brooding detective immediately had your mind racing with possibilities.

Unfortunately, Agatha was being rather resistant to all the ideas you had.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Rio stood up from her seat, crossing the room to cup Agatha’s face. Agatha sneers at her, but doesn’t pull away. “Don’t you think it would be fun?”

You decide to join Rio’s new method of persuasion, getting up from your own seat and kneeling in front of Agatha. Rio sits beside Agatha to give you more room, while she watches as you rest your chin on her knee, looking up at her through your lashes.

“Just this once, then I’ll shut up about it forever!” You plead.

“Why do you even want this so bad?” Agatha questions, but you can tell by the way she’s analyzing your face that she’s letting her guard down. “Even for you, this begging is pretty pathetic.”

“I just think the idea sounds hot,” you mumble, pressing your lips against her leg softly. “Seeing you in a cute flannel, all rugged and tough looking for clues. Interrogating a very stubborn suspect who just won’t talk. Figuring out a way to make them talk.”

“You talk plenty,” Agatha scoffs, but her breath is unsteady.

“Not when I’m hiding information, Detective Harkness.”

“Might as well quit pretending you’re not into this, Agatha,” Rio kisses her cheek, earning a glare. She ignores it and trails kisses down Agatha’s jawline, enjoying the way her breath hitches. “If your head were clearer, you would’ve fucked me right there in that office. Wouldn’t you have?”

“No, I have a semblance of self-control, unlike you two.”

“Liar,” Rio and you say in unison.

Agatha scoffs, turning her face away from us both. The flush on her cheeks stands out on her pale skin, betraying her feigned indifference. “One of you is already on your knees for me. Think I’m still winning that fight.”

You pout up at her, deciding to risk it all by kissing up Agatha’s clothed thighs. Even with the barrier of fabric, the contact is enough to make Agatha spread her legs for you. Exactly the leverage you needed. Inching closer and closer to her center, her eyes finally daring to look at you. Rio’s hand comes to the back of your head, and you know that you’re both thinking the same thing.

Right as you plant a kiss over Agatha’s clothed cunt, Rio tugs your head back.

“Fuck. You.” Agatha grits her teeth, hand darting out to pull your head back against her, but you move swiftly out of her grasp. “You are both such brats.”

“We’re just ‘poking the bear,’ honey.”

“Consider the bear throroughly poked,” Agatha’s voice deepens, eyes dark as she considers her two troublemakers. “We’re going to do this my way, got it?”

“So, that’s a yes?” You climb up to kiss her, but she catches you with a hand on your throat, not choking but firm enough to push you back from her face.

“You don’t touch a decorated detective without permission, kid. Watch yourself.”

Eyes darting from Agatha’s steely glare to Rio’s excited grin, you swallow, telling yourself this is exactly what you asked for.

“Yes, Detective Harkness.”

---

The metal chair is cold against your bare thighs, your dress riding up as you squirm. Agatha’s office serves as your interrogation room - a folding table dug up from her storage in front of you, purple magic encircling your wrists and pinning them down against it.

(Agatha did not want to use your suggestion of fuzzy pink handcuffs that Jen gave you as a gag gift. She practically seemed offended that you even suggested it.)

“How long is she going to take?”

Your eyes dart over to Rio, sitting on the antique chaise, hands similarly bound by Agatha’s magic, resting in her lap. She’s dressed in a smart looking white button down, and tailored black dress pants. Agatha was serious about doing things her way - and the two of you were completely at her mercy.

Heavy boots stomp through the hallway, and you hold your breath as the woman of the hour enters. Dressed in that flannel that makes her icey blue eyes pop even more, sleeves rolled up halfway to show off her arms, she knows exactly what you want.

“So, you got anything to say for yourself?” Agatha raises an eyebrow, dropping a folder on the table. The expression on her face is cold and stern, but the exaggeration of her deepened voice makes you smirk a bit. For as much fuss she made over not wanting to roleplay, Agatha would never miss the opportunity to be dramatic.

“Just that you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Oh, yeah?” Agatha crosses her arms over her chest, propping her foot up on the other folding chair at the table. “My source over there tells me you were clearly at the mall where the jewelry store was robbed, on that same night. After closing time. Care to explain another reason for trespassing?”

The “source” chuckles from the couch. Agatha shoots Rio a glare, then turns back to you expectantly.

“Well?”

“I’m not talking. Not without a lawyer present.”

As Agatha stalks around the table towards you, you feel your breath hitch as she watches you with a predatory gaze. She places one hand on the table and one on the back of your chair, caging you in with her arms. Your eyes dart to her lips as she leans in close. It takes everything in your power to not just tug her in for a kiss right there.

“You seem to be under the impression that I play by the book. Well I’ve got bad news, hun. Nothin’s gonna stop me from cracking this case. And that includes a stubborn brat.” She grips your face roughly, barely hiding the way her breath hitches as you gasp under her manhandling. “We’re not leaving this room until you fess up. I don’t care if it takes all night, all week, all fuckin’ month.”

“C’mon, Detective,” you pout, words sounding jumbled as she squeezes your face. “I know you don’t want to do that.”

“You don’t have any idea what I want.”

“I know what you need,” you purr. “So damn pent up, it’s practically radiating off of you.”

“You’re a bigger fuckin’ brat than I thought. Just because you're such a slut, doesn’t mean I’m pent up,” she pushes away from you, knocking you off balance. With your wrists bound to the table, you manage to catch yourself as the chair goes crashing to the ground.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Rio chimes in with a grin. With a flick of her hands, Agatha casts a quick spell, conjuring a magic gag for Rio.

“I didn’t ask your opinion, Agent. I can handle this brat just fine on my own.” Rio rolls her eyes.

The angle at which you’re stuck to the table leaves you hunching over as you stand, bent over in a way that you’re sure gives Agatha a view up your dress. You shuffle awkwardly, trying to adjust to your new position.

“Maybe I’d be more convinced that you aren’t just itching for some release if you didn’t keep staring down my dress.”

“Shut up,” Agatha growls, pacing behind you like she’s circling her prey. You can feel her heated gaze on your bent over form and shake your ass a bit to entice her even more. A grunt escapes from her, clearly muffling a more obvious moan.

“Make me.”

The jolt of pain hits you before you even realize what happened. Agatha’s practically slammed you forward, face smushed against the table. Lucky for your limbs, she releases the magical binds temporarily. Her hand comes up to tug at your hair, her body pressed against your back.

Your ass is left vulnerable in this position, and the denim of her jeans rubs against it roughly. Her scent engulfs you completely as she leans down to whisper in your ear. “This what you want, brat? Wanted to see what would happen if you poked the bear?”

A chuckle escapes you. You can’t help it, you and Rio haven’t let that go for a single second.

Unfortunately for you, you’re in the most compromising position possible. Sharp pain rips through you as Agatha’s hand meets your ass, the sting accompanied by a yelp that’s ripped from your throat. Her hands grip you roughly, not allowing you any time to recover.

“Pathetic,” she practically spits at you. “This can end right now if you fess up.”

The roleplay efforts had almost completely left your mind at this point, but as always, Agatha was committed to the bit. Words bounce around your brain, but none of them seem right so you just let out a strangled whine. Thankfully, Agatha takes pity on you.

“Not gonna talk huh? I see how it is. Maybe I can offer a little…” Agatha’s hand cups your cunt, fingers sliding against the wet fabric of your underwear. “...motivation. Fuckin’ soaked already.”

Rio groans through her gag, and you feel Agatha smirk against the back of your neck. Using your hair as leverage, she moves you to face Rio. You moan as you see her, now even more bound as Agatha’s magic is keeping her legs spread, giving her no chance at even rubbing her thighs together for release. Her eyes are hazy as she watches Agatha slip her fingers past your underwear and through your slick folds, and you know that she’s desperate for a chance to touch, to taste.

“Looks like Agent Vidal’s enjoying the interrogation as well,” Agatha hums, kissing along your neck. You push your hips back against Agatha’s fingers as she pushes two into your wet heat, the sound of your soaked cunt echoing through the room as she thrusts. “Not nearly as much as you though, huh sweetheart?”

“Yes, Detective. I mean no, not as much as me, I mean…”

“Poor baby, broke your brain already?” Agatha laughs, curling her fingers in a way that she knows will drive you crazy. Your legs shake, your body tumbling toward climax faster and faster with every curl of Agatha’s fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, bet you wanna cum so bad, hm?”

“Y-yes.”

“Oh, so that question was clear enough! Well, since you’re willing to answer things now…”

You could practically scream when Agatha pulls her hand away. She wipes her wet fingers on your ass and tugs you up to a standing position again. “Now, let’s try this again. Why were you at the scene of the crime?”

“Agatha--”

“That’s Detective to you. I told you we were gonna do this my way.” It occurs to you that the sentence is both in and out of character, and you realize that you fully got yourself into this situation, arousal dripping down your thighs with no sign of relief soon.

Agatha smirks at your betrayed expression. Your eyes dart over to Rio for help, but she just shakes her head as if she knew Agatha would pull something like this.

It’s gonna be a long night.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

He wasn't sick. It was just a little cough that happened every so often. His throat was dry, cut him some slack!

But Chopper didn't believe him, and even the stupid cook looked overly concerned about something so minor. Whatever, Zoro thought as he was herded into the infirmary by Chopper, he'd be fine soon enough.

---

Zoro woke up to the sun shining directly into his face and a head that felt full of cotton. He groaned as he turned over to face the wall.

"Sounds like someone is finally awake," the cook’s voice sounded from the open door.

Zoro turned just enough to glare at his crewmate before he buried his face in the pillow under his head. Sanji sighed, and Zoro heard dress shoes tapping closer to him, accompanied by the sound of ceramic being set on Chopper's wooden desk.

"C'mon moss for brains, you slept through dinner last night and breakfast this morning. I made soup, and you better eat it."

Zoro groaned again, but obliged, turning onto his back to sit up. It was harder than it should have been, as he felt himself lean too far over when dizziness struck him.

"Oi!" Sanji caught the other quickly, using a hand to prop the pillows up behind him so he could lean back, "You look like a wilted tree. Take it easy."

Zoro glared with as much strength as he could offer, only to slump where he was.

"Feel like shit, shit cook."

Sanji's hand met Zoro's forehead, the cold hand making Zoro sigh in relief.

"Let me help you then, idiot. We're supposed to be a team and work together, right? Then let me do what I can do for once."

Zoro nodded, smiling as the cook picked up the bowl of soup and held out a spoon to him. The soup was delicious as usual, and Sanji looked pleased as he took the empty bowl.

"Get some rest, dumbass. I'll make sure the others are taken care of until you feel better."

Zoro nodded, moving back to lay down on the infirmary bed.

"Thanks, Curls."

"No problem, Mossy."

[This is inspired by me feeling shitty today and wanting soup really badly. Hope you enjoyed.]

[silverstudios]

Your first hibernation (Veldigun Alex fic)

This is me offering this as a peace offer to be forgiven for being an angst gremlin earlier. Enjoy the cuddling.

Alex glanced outside their cave, wings twitching and fluffing up in an attempt to keep warm. It had been…a while since they had left their human form and life behind, a while since they became partners with Clyde and Winfrey, it had been a while since the summer they had by all terms, died and been reborn…

But this was the first time they’ve seen snowfall with these new eyes. 

It looked the same, little white sparkling flakes of ice falling from the sky and coating the grass before them, bringing with it an icy chill and that muffled silence only snowfall could bring. Alex knew all of this, these sights and sounds were nothing new. 

The intense exhaustion that hit them the moment it started to snow, however, was. 

Their eyes felt heavy, their limbs even more so, and it felt like they could just lay down and pass out in a moment's notice. And in some way, they were used to that. It had taken them quite a while to get into a “Healthy” sleeping pattern for a veldigun, and during the morning they had felt in a similar way to how they felt right now. 

Except it wasn’t morning, it wasn’t even sunset- it was about 8pm, this was their time to be awake. 

“Ey.” A chorus of voices familiar to them whistled behind them, and Alex glanced back- just in time for Clyde to put a dead animal in their face. Alex couldn’t even really see what it was- it was too mauled and gorey and they didn’t have their glasses on- but the smell of iron woke them up a little. 

They took it, mouth stretched and tossed the whole thing in, the crunching of bones and flesh a common enough sound now for them not to flinch at them. Clyde rumbled- it always got an ego boost whenever it successfully got Alex or Winfrey to eat- and leaned onto them. It’s tail curled around them both and it glanced up. “Winter’s coming…” “Hm….” Alex glanced up at the sky then down at Clyde. “.....is….it normal for me to feel super tired right now?” Clyde blinks for a few seconds, head tilted and brow raised. 

“I mean- I was fine and then I saw the snow and got slammed with intense exhaustion. Is that normal?” “OOOOOhhh yeah that’s completely normal” Clyde stretched- and yawned, far too many teeth and its third eye showing for a moment- before rubbing its eyes and sticking its tongue out. “It’s just about time for us to go hibernate.” “......velidguns hibernate?”

 “Every winter- normally starts sometime after Halloween.” Cylde leans a little more onto them, face gently buried into their wings. A quiet purr raced from it, and it snuggled a little closer. 

Clyde loved Alex's wings, and loved how soft and fluffy they are. Alex has just gotten used to waking up and falling asleep with Clyde's face and claws buried between their feathers.  

“Hm….I guess that’s why the asylum was always so quiet during winter…” Alex glanced away, wings twitching and eyes flicking open for a moment before flicking closed. “.....is there anything special we need to do or?” “Me and Winfrey have got handled.” Clyde rumbled, arms wrapping around the smaller veldigun, lifting them up and heading deeper inside their home. Alex didn’t bother complaining or squirming, they knew very well that both would have no effect and the exhaustion was starting to win, eyes flicking shut every few moments. 

“Winfrey~” Clyde sang out, stopping in front of the large veldigun and shifting alex in its grasp, holding the green velidgun out in front of it like a cat or a ferret. “Take the sleepy bird, I’m gonna block us in.” 

Alex snickered as winfrey took them, their entire torso fitting within the clawed and calloused hand of their partner. 

Winfrey smiled down at them and their thumb ran across Alex's head before they laid down, Alex set into the crook of their arm and gently squished as Winfrey laid their head on top of them. 

“You two and my feathers.” Alex grumbled softly as they fluffed up slightly, eyes refusing to open as they snuggled into their partner, who chuckled. “They are quite comfortable.” They hummed, their voice shaking the air around them slightly. Alex never figured out if that was Winfrey’s hallucinations or just the fact they are so big, but in the end it doesn’t matter. What mattered right now was how comfortable it was to be cradled like this, how heavy alex’s limbs felt- to the point they couldn’t move them if they wanted- and just how wonderfully warm they felt and how comfortable the nest they had created was. 

Stolen blanket, currants and pillows alongside fallen leaves from this last fall, not to mention the handful of plush gifts that Robin had given them. Bats, candy corns and other sweets in soft plush form and a handful of other soft items lined the nest, sparing them from laying on the hard stone surface of the cave. 

They were vaguely aware of the sound of shifting stones, barely audible over the soft humming coming from winfrey…and when the stones stopped, they could hear the clicking of claws against stone….

And became very much aware that Clyde had joined the pile as arms wrapped around them and the sensation of a face getting shoved into their wings occurs, followed by the weight of the smiling snatcher getting fully onto them squishing them further into Winfrey’s arm. 

As the two mix their humming and purring, Alex lets their body go limp and head flop fully onto their partners arms. They could get used to this Hibernating business…

[sliver-lioness]

Okay random idea but court drama (not exactly) with shadowpeach.

Macaque comes from a ruling family that resides near flower fruit mountain for years they can been considered expanding and taking over the mountain as it seems uninhibit until a scouting squad returns with a message from the new up and coming monkey king.

Wanting to get on the good side of this new king Macaque’s family invite him to their palace as a way to smooth over any problems they might have caused and discuss a possible alliance.

The family is well renowned because of them being able to tell the future, and what they seen/heard of Wukong looks pretty promising from the ever shifting futures.

Macaque is very much unhappy with this idea since alliance within this kingdom usually means marriage. What’s a better offer? Someone who knows your future and can steer you away from disaster. It’s a great honor to many demons and celestials as those futures are kept a secret only spoken of to family.

Wukong who up to this point only had the monkeys of FFM to rule and has no idea of the flashy side of demon courting and just confused why the royal family is putting on big display of power and gifts. He’s just having fun following and spending quiet time with Macaque who reads him books, he could read them himself but he likes the way the prince reads it, they paint together, spar, and watches his plays.

Macaque who didn’t like Wukong at the start is slowly falling for the obvious king who on more than one occasion beating back both his and Macaque’s potential suitors. He would normally drop them into the distant ocean using a shadow portal when no one was looking but something in his chest flutters when he watches Wukong stand up and fight the more pushy ones, even if it does start up less then flattering gossip about Wukong in the court.

Macaque’s aunt and grandmother teases him about his very obvious crush since he started waiting to guide Wukong around, picking out books that Wukong like. They also saw Macaque’s scarf wrapped around his neck on more then one occasion which got him a lot of teasing from his older siblings/cousins about hearing wedding bells it his future.

They actually do hear weddings bells for him, through they are trying to keep an eye out for a certain blue lion so the wedding bells aren’t after many great tragedies for the pair. But it’s one future out of many surely it will be fine.

[silvercaptain24]

His brother. Guilty of planting forged evidence. Found with atroquinine on his person, and a letter in his office addressed to the forger, stamp coated in atroquinine, and evidence to suggest he had plans for other ways of distributing the poison.

Like his nail polish.

Klavier had picked his nails clean of his own polish as soon as that piece of evidence had been shown. He’d have to throw everything he had at home… at Kristoph’s house out after the detectives went through it.

And wasn’t that just the cherry on top.

A second trial, tomorrow.

Because he was Klavier Gavin, rising rockstar beloved by teenage girls all over the world, a genius prosecutor… and a minor whose guardian had just been put in prison.

[silvercityyir]

This is just a WIP Donnie nightmare fic that I left unfinished, I'm not sure if I could finish it. It's my first attempt at writing something angst, the tittle that I had in mind was, DONNATELLO’S PSEUDOMORPH DREAMS or a nightmare series I tried to work on few months ago. mostly 2003 version after SAINW event, the poor boy must have severe nightmares

I'm just gonna put this here out of spite, before I forgot that I had written something. I'm indecisive whether to just leave it or finish it.

Note: English is not my mothertounge language. Possible grammars and spelling mistakes present

Donnie walked through the ruins of their lair. Searching frantically for Splinter, Leo, Mikey, Raph, Casey and April. He called out their names in desperation as he searched and searched for them, clawing out every obstacle. Almost as if it is either his hands or the ‘obstacles’ itself were clawed away like torn cloth. 

He clawed and clawed until it disappeared. Darkness envelops his sight, he thinks that he has gone blind still he walks and walks until there is a light. 

His brothers, his father, his friends, everyone that he's known bleeding, their bodies in pieceson the ground. He collapsed at the sight of it. 

“This is just a dream, a nightmare!”

In tears he howled.

“IT’S NOT REAL, IT'S NOT!”

A similar sinister voice morphed with his family voices too. Their lifeless bodies spoke.

“Oh Donnatello, but death is real, death is real,” 

All of their lifeless bodies that melt on the ground are ‘lifted’ by something with a shape of a hand. He reached out to them but the ground he stood on, slowly started to swallow him. Yet, he still reaches out to them.

“Without victory or honor, death will come in time,”

A similar gauntlet began to form when the giant hand took shape. It is shredders’ gauntlet, shredders’ hand holding on the remains of his family, and he continues to melt to the ground slowly. 

“And you, will not join with them” 

Shredders’ hand crushed the bodies that he held on his hands, so did Donnie’s heart, and the hand poured the remains on his hands to the ground like sand. 

The colour of their blood, the colour of his brothers masks, the colour of Splinter’s robe burned bright in his eyes as tears blur his sight, pouring down. Donnie reach out to them still.

[blvcklizard]

I'm 1k into this fic and so far Jeyah gets mentioned more often than 80% of Eir's Apothecaries

[silverdriftdragon]

A Dance... or Maybe More

Hi. Yes. I'm alive. And I accidentallied some Overwatch Fanfiction. Enjoy lol. - 1,758 words - Ana Amari x Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) - Fluff, cause of course it is lol - T for language mostly Ao3 Link Here

[ikarigai]

Tagged by @flaim-ita

Rules: Post last sentence you wrote (fanfic/ original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. Except I’m not doing that as this is wordy and the friendgroup already tagged so if you’re reading this post congrats you are now chosen to do this.

“Side effects of turning undead, may affect the adventurer whose ghost is possessing their own corpse leading to more problems”

[silverbrain]

I dropped my earring!

How the lads would help you find an earring you dropped... the sole reason being i dropped mine and turned the place upside down for 30 mins to find it (sigh)

Xavier

You’re almost ready for your coffee date with Xavier. He’s already waiting for you on the couch, when you step out, fiddling with your earring.

“I’m ready, I’m ready…”, you hurry along. Xavier opens his mouth to say something, but closes it as he sees you, eyes moving appreciatively over your all-black outfit. You decided to keep it simple but warm, opting for a black turtleneck and black jeans to counter the cold winter temperature.

You step towards the exit before you feel your earring slip past your fingers and drop to the ground. You freeze, before crouching down to find it. Xavier looks at you curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“I dropped my earring! Oh goodness…”, you worry as you rake your hands over the carpet on your floor, hawk eyes trying to locate the shiny piece.

Xavier leans down to join you. Soon, the two of you are on your knees on the living room carpet, searching for your lost earring.

“I can’t lose it…”, you say, worriedly, “I really like it…”

Xavier tries to calm you down. “Don’t worry, it was right here…we’ll find it”, he reassures.

You nod, trying to quell the anxiety rising in your chest, as your hands don’t stop searching for it.

Beside you, Xavier stills suddenly. “Wait”, he says, “switch off the lights”

You stare at him blankly. “Go on”

You stand up and pad across the living room to flick the switch, enveloping the two of you in inky darkness. The next moment, you see a flash of light bang through the space. You stand in the corner, confused till you realise what Xavier is trying to do.

“Found it”, you hear him say. You switch the light back on and walk over to him holding out the small shiny earring in the palm of his hand. “Just shone a little light on it…”

“That’s smart!! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that!”

Xavier smiles, “It’s because you were stressed…come here”

He puts the earring in your ear, holding his hand out to you for the back of the piece. You hand it to him, heart fluttering a little at how close he is.

“There”, he says, happily, “You look pretty”

“Thanks…”, you smile, “Let’s go?”

Rafayel

You’re nearly done getting ready as Rafayel fiddles with the different makeup products on your table. He’s opened and smelled the lip plumper and the blush and you watch him from the corner of your eye, a little bit amused.

You stand up, nearly done, when you realize you’ve forgotten your earrings. You haphazardly put them in, before one of them clatters to the table, amidst the different makeup products.

Rafayel looks up from the lip stick he’s examining in his hand. “Oh no”

You two immediately dive into the table, shifting things around, trying to find it. You get a little too chaotic, and a few things rattle off the table onto the floor below.

“Woah, calm down, cutie, we’ll find it”, Rafayel says, bending down to pick up the bottles.

“Come here”, he says, grabbing your wrist. “You were standing right here”, he says, taking your place, where you stood a few minutes ago. “If you dropped it here…”, he muses. He starts sifting through the things on your table again, movements chaotic and hurried. Before you have time to complain, he holds it up like a prize.

“Found it!!”, he says, handing it to you.

You joyously give him a hug. “Oh my god! You did!”

Rafayel gives you a smile, as he watches you put it on.

“How does it look?”, you ask him.

“Hmm…it’s nice…but your eyes are prettier!”, he says.

You chuckle a little. Rafayel never gives up an opportunity to flirt.

Zayne

“Zayne!”, you exclaim. He has his back turned to you as he replies to a few texts from his colleagues.

“Yeah?”

“I dropped my earring!! I don’t know where it went!”

“Oh…”, Zayne looks thoughtful. He pockets his phone and walks towards you. You’re sitting on the bed, mirror propped up against the headboard. The bed was a mess of random clothes you had pulled out of the closet while trying on different outfits. It was, after all, a dinner with a few of his professors, and you couldn’t help but want to make a good impression.

“Don’t stress, come here”, he says, calm as ever.

You’re still holding your carefully done hair up with one hand as you step to the side. He begins to carefully shake the pieces of clothing out, placing them to the side.

You step forward, joining him, but he resists. “No, no, sweetheart, I’ll look”, he assures you.

He continues to methodically rustle the clothes, his eyes carefully scanning the sheets.

Soon, the clothes are out of the way but the earring is nowhere to be seen. You feel the panic rise as you wonder if you should just wear another pair and look for it later. Your eyes widen in surprise as Zayne lifts up the mattress in a swift motion, checking the headboard of the bed.

“You don’t have to! Let’s just look for it later”, you resign, realizing it was going to be a tough operation.

“Nah…I’m going to find this nuisance of an earring now…”, he says, determined.

He hoists the mattress up on its side and examines the underside of the bed. You shift you weight uncomfortably, joining him in his search. “Ah!”, he exclaims suddenly, producing the little shiny pearl from under a wooden slat, “here it is!”

You chuckle weakly as he hands it to you. “Are we late?”, you ask, putting in on quickly.

“No”, he assures you, resting his hands on your waist.

Sylus

Sylus walks in to find you unusually frustrated. “Something bothering you?”, he asks.

“I…uh…”, you answer distractedly, already searching for your lost earring, “I lost my earring”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you lose it just now?”, he asks

“Yeah…it fell…”, you say, a little annoyance creeping into your voice.

“It’s okay sweetie, we can just buy you a new pair”

You huff, his suggestion only contributing to your irritation. “It’s not that! It’s special!”

“Oh?”, you can practically hear the question in his voice, but he doesn’t ask, and you don’t elaborate.

He joins you in looking through the various items on and under your dressing table, but it is clear he’s distracted.

“Why is it…special?”, he asks, finally, unable to contain his curiosity.

“I…”, you try to avoid his gaze, “I bought it at a fair…it’s like a prized…thing”

“Okay”, he says, understanding. Soon, he begins lifting random objects with his Evol and tossing them around.

“Can I at least have a description of what I’m looking for?”, he asks you.

You feel al slight blush creep on to your cheeks as you describe it, “It’s a small red gem…shaped like a dagger”. You hold out the other of its pair on your open palm. Sylus straightens up from his position on the floor to take a look at it. His eyes widen in realization.

“Oh, it’s this?”, he asks, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah…”

You had bought the pair from a random shop in Charon East while on a night trip with Sylus. In fact, he had helped you choose between this and another pair. It was dear to you, but admitting it felt a little too…embarrassing? Vulnerable? You’re not sure.

It didn’t matter, though. What matters is, you had to find it. You wouldn’t be able to sit still if you didn’t. You shift your eyes back to the floor. Too bad Sylus had red carpet everywhere.

“How about I use a magnet?”, he asks.

“Earrings aren’t magnetic, are they?”

“Expensive earrings aren’t magnetic…this on the other hand…”, he says. He pulls out his phone and calls someone. “Yeah…bring a powerful one...Yeah”

He sits down on a nearby chair. You sit down on the bed, dangling kicking your feet restlessly. A few minutes pass.

“I didn’t know you liked these that much…”, he begins, “I’m touched”

You open your mouth, before his phone pings. Sylus leaves to meet someone, probably one of the twins before returning with a button sized magnet… or so it seems. “Stand back”, he instructs.

You didn’t expect him to resonate with the magnet. He holds it in his palm, red mist swirling around his hands, before a few things shift. A few safety pins and clips come flying as they stick to the magnet, so does a little ruby red dagger earring. “There it is”, he says, disconnecting the trinket and handing it to you.

“How about you wear another pair of earrings tonight and give these to me?”, he asks, after a moment.

You look at him in confusion.

“What do you need them for?”

“I’m going to get them re-made, with real gems this time”, he says, eyes fixated on your reflection in the mirror as he stands behind you, “After all, you deserve only the best things from me”

[caroldantops]

I HAD THOTS, DARK ONES, AND THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT LISTENNN..

pretending to still be asleep for a few nights in a row though you’ve woken up to sweet gf vanessa who has only ever been gentle and caring with you and she’s just whimpering mostly incoherent ramblings to herself, touching herself pressed up behind you and getting off to the thought of raping you because she’s just so needy when you look so compliant “baby i’m trying so hard not to hurt you but you’re just too pretty”, you think it’s just a fantasy that maybe she’s too ashamed or embarrassed of to talk about and that she would never really wanna hurt you so you ignore it..

until she does finally fuck you in your sleep, panting “i know it hurts, i know but you’re such a pretty little slut i knew you could take it, be a good bunny for me” into your ear when you wake up from the roughness, pinned down under her so you can’t move

warnings: darkfic, smut (18+ only), noncon (rape), somnophilia, breathplay, masturbation, vaginal penetration (reader receiving), pet names (baby, bunny)

vanessa can't help herself.

you look so peaceful, so sweet, so innocent as you sleep next to her. it makes her want to kiss you all over, worship your entire body until you're dazed with pure fuzzy bliss.

and it also makes her want to take that sweet innocence and absolutely ruin it.

she kisses your shoulder softly from behind, spooning you as she does every night, listening to your steady breathing. she imagines what how your breathing would stutter if she were to wrap her hand around your throat, silencing any complaints as she eased her fingers or her strap into your wet cunt.

god. that cunt.

always so fucking wet for her. dripping. she's so sure that even if you were pushing her away begging her to stop, your pussy would still be soaked for her. even if you ever forgot that you were hers to worship and fuck and torture, she knows that your cunt will remember.

the image of you struggling underneath her makes her ache, and she sighs as she slips her hand between her thighs. her panties are wet with her slick. she pushes under them, two fingers stroking her clit as she presses herself as close to you as possible.

her breath becomes labored as she works herself to a slow climax, staying as quiet as she can. she mumbles under her breath, "fuck, baby, you make me insane." as she comes down from that high.

this keeps up for weeks. she makes love to you, all soft touches and sweet nothings, and then after you fall asleep she gets off imagining forcing herself on you instead. telling you how pathetic you look as she has her way with you, completely powerless to stop her.

one night she finally breaks. you go to bed wearing one of her shirts and nothing else but a cute pair of panties underneath, and she can't stop herself from running her hands up your body and groping you.

"pretty, so so pretty baby," she whispers too low for you to stir awake completely. she pinches your nipples, groaning as she feels them harden between her fingers. "fuckkkk, your body wants me so bad."

she moves quickly after that, unable to resist these urges any longer. she rolls you over, tugging your shirt up over your chest and wrapping her mouth around your nipples. you start to stir, so she moves quickly, hand pushing your panties aside.

she groans as she feels the wetness painting your inner thighs.

"just like i thought bunny, always ready for me..."

your eyes groggily blink open as you suddenly feel full. you look up, dazed and confused as you make eye contact with your girlfriend. "nessa?"

"shhh, bunny," she revels in how you look as you piece together what's happening, what she's doing to you. she shoves three fingers inside you. you jerk, not nearly wet enough to comfortably take that many so quickly. "you can take it. you'll take it."

"vanessa, what are you--"

"just let it happen baby, it'll be over soon."

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Wrote a little thing for @marimoagent and I hope you all enjoy this little soft ZoSan

Warning for panic/anxiety attack

He had gotten back to the crow's nest after his usual nap on the deck. The day had been nice, with the crew relaxing outside in the sunshine. He had enjoyed the day as well, but an uneasy prickle on his skin had woken him up. It only made sense after that to get back to training.

Picking up one of his heavier weights, he started a set of lifts. Yet, as the numbers climbed into the 700s, 800s, 900s, the unease never left. It wasn't until he hit 1000 that he dropped the weight and sat down heavily on the floor, panting.

'What is happening? When did I become so weak?'

His breaths only came faster, his mind swirling with every fight, every close call, everytime he hadn't been there. His eye hurt as unshed tears gathered at the corners, the feeling of immense pressure causing him to stay in place, weighing him down until he couldn't breathe. He didn't know how long he was there, struggling for breath, but a comforting noise finally dragged him back.

"Come on Mossy, you can do it. Breathe with me, just in and out. Focus on me, love, listen to my voice. Everything is okay."

Zoro could feel a gentle hand on his back, his ear pressed to soft fabric with the sound of a heartbeat lulling him back. He could feel another hand running through his hair as Sanji kept speaking quietly. He felt a choking sob crawl up his throat, the noise sudden and ugly, but a soft hum, a press of lips on his forehead and he crumbled.

"It's alright, Mossy, let it out. I'm here and I won't leave you."

Zoro clutched onto Sanji's shirt, letting his tears flow down his face as he tried to breathe. Sanji's hands never stopped holding him close, never stopped offering comfort as the strongest swordsman let himself be vulnerable to his equal, his partner.

When the sobs finally quieted and Zoro let go, Sanji tilted Zoro's head up to look him in the eye.

"You always carry so much, mon chou. Please don't hide away like this. We're partners, and I want to be there to help you carry the load."

"I didn't want to burden you with this. I'm supposed to be stronger than this, better than this. How can I protect all of you when I can’t even overcome this?"

Sanji sighs, pulling Zoro back into his arms, his lips soft on his head.

"Mon cherí, did we not promise to protect each other? Did we not promise to fight alongside each other until we reach our dreams and to the end of time? What makes you think this doesn’t count as something we promised to overcome together? You could never burden me with anything, because I promised to be with you no matter what."

Zoro held onto Sanji, burying his face in the other man's shoulder.

"You're too good to me, Curls. I don't deserve you."

"Mon doux idiot, I don't deserve you. And I think by that logic, we're perfect for each other," he chuckled.

"Stay with me?" Zoro asked quietly.

"Until the end of time," Sanji whispered.

[silverstudios]

New friends on Halloween

It just needed something to eat...but it'll happily take new friends too~

Alone. 

It was realizing that it hated that word, and this feeling. 

It trouted out of their-...its cave at 5:55pm, claws shaking slightly, an awful gnawing at its center and the slash across its side wasn’t making it feel any better. At least the costume was doing its purpose, keeping the stinging wound protected from outside invasion and helping in the regeneration process, but the costume alone wasn’t enough. 

It needed something, someone, anything to eat- it’s been too long since it gotten this stupid injury, too long since winfrey was taken from it, and far too long since it's even eaten an animal-

It was starving…in more than just the physical sense. 

Its eyes still felt raw after all the crying was done- it hates crying, it hates feeling so incomplete…

It stopped at the edge of the tree line, hidden by the dense leaves of a bush and watched, blinking heavily and tail raised in confusion. 

Had it gotten the time wrong? The sun was down, it was dark, but yet there were still so many humans out and about. It was a lot of the little humans too, and they were wearing…costumes? Since when did humans wear costumes??? 

It hesitated at first, glanced back the way it came, but the growl that raced from it made it look back to the oddity happening on the street. It just needed One human, one good sized meal, and then it could flee and heal. 

It stepped out of the bush, straightened its back, and began walking about. It waited for screaming, for panic….but all it got was the occasional glance, and one human smiled at it. 

“Dude, love the costume!” it blinked, tail twitched, and before it could respond that tall yet not mature- teenager?-teenagers- humans had walked off, laughing alongside each other. Did….were they not able to tell? They did smell weird, an awful fermented smell, so not good prey-it could not afford to get sick. 

It walked a little bit longer, glancing around, sticking to the side of the street with less houses and less lights- awful bright things they are- and looked for someone separated, someone else Alone. 

It tried not to focus on the fact that so many of these humans had a pair, tried not to tear up and blinked away the stinging in its eyes. Now is not the time-

“C’mon John!! Just a little higher, I can almost reach it!!” It blinked, glanced toward the darkened yard and crouched, claws digging into the damp grass as it snuck closer. That voice was little, and upset, and sounded tired. It peaked around the side of the…what do humans call these mini buildings again? Shed- yes, shed, it peaked around the side of this shed, all covered in pumpkin stickers and….broken eggs? It resisted the urge to lick them off, maybe later. 

And standing before it, on top of each other's shoulders, were two little ones. Little boys, one dressed up in a brown hat and vest with boots that were too big and the other had his costume of white sheets and see through lace hung around his shoulders as he lifted the other up. The little cowboy was reaching up, hand outstretched and balance unsteady, grasping at a small orange and yellow bucket above them. Both their faces were red- they’ve been crying recently too- and teeth gritted. 

“Jason I can’t get any higher!!” “Well we have to get Ashley’s basket! We promised!” The little cowboy- Jason- shifted and reached a little bit closer while on his tiptoes- 

Clyde didn’t have time to process what happened, one second it watched them, the next it stood next to them, Jason wrapped up in its tail upside down and both little ones staring at it in surprise. It blinked, letting the actions make sense in its mind- John had lost his grip, Jason had slipped, a fall from even that small of a height would have broken his neck, instinct had overtaken thought- and smiled slightly as it set him down. 

“....Um- Thanks.” Jason coughed, cheeks tinted red and glanced away, rubbing the back of his head. It hesitated to speak…but smiled. “WeLcOmE.” It was raspy, and not human like, and it waited for them to run…but it blinked at the sympathetic looks. 

“You got that bug too?” John chuckled. “My brother and dad both got it and they sound just as raspy as you.” 

Bug- cold, illness. It hesitated, glancing away before nodding. It looked up at the tree, at the little basket in it, and pointed at it and tilted its head. “WhY?” “Oh- Some buttheads bully older kids!” Jason stomped his feet. “They got mad that we saw them egging Miss Camper’s house and when we said we’d tell her, they threw Ashley’s basket up there.” John sighed. “We’ve been trying to get it down for her so she could trick or treat with us…” 

Well that is just rude. It glared slightly at the story-tail thrashed against the ground in shared frustration and moved over to the tree. The children made questioning sounds as it grabbed onto the rough wood-this tree was old, and sick, and if it had to guess it wouldn't be here come next year- and raised itself up. Those two didn’t have claws, they weren’t made to climb trees- it was. Up and up, spiral around that branch, knock down that old plastic toy with its tail, and onto the branch. Its tail hooked around the fabric handle of the little plastic pumpkin, and lowered the prize down the onlooking children- whose eyes seemed to sparkle in amazement. Once Jason took it, it dropped itself from the branch- the ground made a quiet squelch sound as it landed hard onto the damp grass, and looked down at the two. It smiled. “ThErE.” “That was Amazing!!!” John raised his arms up and bounced. “Oh you HAVE to teach me how to climb trees like that!!!” 

It blinked and snickered, tail swinging in amusement, then blinked as a glove covered hand took hold of one of it’s fingers. 

“C’mon, let’s go find Ashley!” Jason beamed and began to move. It could have pulled away- or it could have pulled this one closer, its inside gurgled angrily at the lack of substance within…but it followed, tail curled, head tilted. It was…nice, to have this little bit of company right now. It waited a few weeks for its wound to heal enough to move, it can wait until they find Ashley.  

“Oh, my name is John by the way!” John, now confirmed to be the little boy in the ghost costume, smiled up at it. “That’s Jason.” “Yuuup!” It smiled at those silly little ones… “...ClYdE.” “Nice to meet cha, clyde!” It squinted its eyes happily at that, tail swinging a little faster. It had to wonder why they hadn't noticed it wasn’t human yet…but then again, some of the costumes it is seeing as the trio walks down the path looked pretty similar to it. 

“....WhY CoStUmEs?” “....It’s halloween.” John smiled at it, and then blinked at it when it tilted its head. “.....You…do know what halloween is, right?” The small gasp that came from him when it shook its head brought a grin to its face and a quiet snicker. “Dude- Halloween is like- The best time of the year!!! You get to dress up, you get to see all the cool spooky stuff, you get to trick or treat and get free candy!!!” John shakes his arms up and down to add to his point, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker a little louder at the action. “Jason we have to let Clyde trick or treat with us, this is an outrage.” “Yeah- Ashley!!” Jason let go of its finger and raced forward into a small crowd. It hesitated, tail stopping dead mid swing, breath held- and then released as the small cowboy returned, a little girl in tow. She wore a puffy dress that sparkled and a small gold crown on her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she held a small wand alongside her returned basket. She was smiling, tears in her eyes as the two came over. “This is Clyde, they got it down!” Jason made a small gesture to it, and Ashley looked up at it- and then slammed into its leg, arms wrapped around it. 

It froze, the entire body went stiff, tail raised….and it knelt down and patted her back. Careful to not touch exposed skin, thank Six she had long sleeves, and a quiet rumble came from it. “T-Thank you so much.” She sniffled out, looking up at it with tear filled eyes but a large grin before stepping back and rubbing her eyes. Jason held onto her and wiggled side to side, and John sighed and poked her. “We’ll tell Miss Camper about the egging tomorrow, for now let's have fun for the rest of the night with our new friend!” 

It blinked, looking down at the three little ones. “....FrIeNd?” “Well- yeah!! You helped get her basket and you’re cool!” John beamed at it, and it blinked a few more times. 

Friend…friend is like partner, friend is companion…friend is someone to spend time with and enjoy, and to hunt and play and sleep-

But these are humans- these are little lives that will fade in the time it takes to blink, and can be snuffed out even faster. Human are prey, it was predator…but humans were also sentient, also had small souls- 

It held onto sentience and souls within-

Its stomach growled, its pupils dilated- and it smiled wide. 

“FrIeNdS!” it wrapped up all three into its arms and rose to its full height, moving them side to side as it turned on its heels and walked back toward the darker side of town. It didn’t want a crowd to see this, this was just for it and its new friends. The three of them let out startled, then excited and giggling sounds. It curled them up, particular to keep a good grip on the wiggling things, and particular to see how Big they were….

…

It could fit all three of them in whole, Combined they were barely the size of its torso. It rumbled as it kept walking, and John stopped wiggling and looked around. “Um…..Clyde?” “Hm?” “Where are we going?” It giggled. “....TrEaT.” “...Oh, you know a good house or something?” “SoMeThInG.” There, nice and quiet and dark- a few lights but for the most part, isolated.

Perfect. They were looking around, pointing at the houses with lights on, wondering which of these houses were its special treat spot- None of them noticed it open its mouth. It wouldn’t chew, its teeth were sharp, that would hurt and it didn’t want to hurt its little pals…. John had glanced up- and didn’t even get to yell. One. Ashley had gone to a door, banging on it, but it scooped her up before the door opened. Two.

It was surprised by how fast Jason was with those oversized boots, but it caught up just as fast. Three. In the distant, it could hear people raising their voices, calling out little names. 

-

It couldn’t stop purring as it slinked around the edges of town, its claw resting on its chest. They were trying to get comfortable, shifting and squirming, muffled sounds and voices. It felt so warm… It should likely return to its home, to rest- but it wanted to keep experiencing this “Halloween”, it wanted to keep going- just for a little while longer. Maybe it’ll find itself more little treats. More little friends. They were warm, and soon to be its friends forever more- but they were quite small. It could fit a couple more within-

Something latched onto its leg, and it jerked. Eyes looking downward, it blinked. A small boy, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry…” The little boy sniffled. “I did the one thing you told me not to do and I lost them…” It blinked… and ruffled their hair slightly. The boy sniffled- and then yawned. “I wanna go home, Alex…” He yawned, arms wrapped further around its leg and face pressed in a little. “.....I’m sleepy and I'm upset.”  

It smiled and reached down, claws hooked under little arms and lifted him up. He certainly did seem sleepy, eyes squinted and mostly shut, slightly bags under them. This little guy needed a nap…

Surely he wouldn’t mind joining this little friendship, he seems like such a sweet kid- and it’d be so wrong to leave someone alone when they asked for help. It smiled, large and bright for him.

“Night Nighy~” Ah, it’s voice sounds so much better with its three little friends added to it, less like it had an awful cold. He squinted and paled. “You’re not Ale-” Four. It stood there, a purr racing from it and tail swinging in glee, another warm weight tucked within, another new friend for it to keep. “.........L-Lewis….?” It froze, and looked over its shoulder. Two boys, pale as the moon above, one holding a trembling flashlight in their hand and the other had dropped his basket, hands covering his mouth. Tears in their eyes, faces filled with dread. 

Ah ...They must be friends with the sleepy one… The air was silent as they stared at one another, the two boys frozen in place…And Clyde grinned brightly, teeth shown and mouth open slightly. Well, 6 Was its favorite number and it would be so wrong to separate such a cute little group of friends…

“.....Norman.” The one with the flashlight whispered as it turned fully to face them, taking a slow step forward. “.....Y-yeah Sam?” “Run.” 

Oh how fun, they’re playing Tag. Clyde has to guess that it is It. 

It Loves this game!

It caught Sam first, the boy was a slow runner, limping on his left leg and he seemed to know it. He had turned and grabbed onto it- and he went down screaming the whole time. 

Five. 

It slowed as it approached the tree, the sounds of panicked breath badly muffled behind hands. It grinned and lowered itself, the grass had dried, its tail slamming across the sidewalk so that the boy would look in the other direction…

His yelp of surprise when it tapped his shoulder had made him taste all the sweeter.  

Six. 

By now, the night wasn’t quiet, shrieks and yelling of little names and worried cries filled the air, but it didn’t mind. Afterall, it had its fill and it had its friends, it was as good as any time to return to the cave- “I wanna go home” A muffled voice echoed from it, and it purred and wrapped its arms around itself, nuzzling itself with glee. 

“Don’t worry, we’re going home now~” It purred, and entered the tree line at 7pm.

[sliver-lioness]

I needed more cute moments. Happens early in the journey.

Macaque moved through the shadows with ease as he lazily looked around for Wukong. His ear twitched as he still heard the chatter of the group. The other wouldn’t have gone far without him. He paused when he heard muttering and slowly moved towards it.

Spotting the golden fur of his friend sitting at the lake’s edge, he slipped out of the shadows.

“Peaches,” he called with a grin lowering himself as he was getting ready to pounce on his friend. They hadn’t gotten a chance to spar. The monk always broke it up with the circlet, leaving him to take care of the injured king.

Right as he was about to pounce Wukong turned and red eyes met his own. The red was jarring from the usual soft golden color, but it was no less pretty.

After a few seconds of them staring at each other Wukong quickly turned away. His eyes wide with horror, no one was supposed to see, especially not Macaque. He flinched as he caught sight of his reflection in the water.

“I’m sorry. I guess I scared you pretty bad,” Wukong said as he righted his glamors back into place. He glanced at the shadow monkey before looking away quickly. Maybe the other would avoid him for a few days but hopefully it didn't scare him away completely. It was just going to be a few days without holding hands or leaning against him for comfort, hopefully. His chest hurt at the thought of going from hugs and being close every moment they could to nothing.

So wrapped in his head he didn’t notice Macaque moving closer until his chin was gently grabbed and the glamor brushed away. His head was turned so he looked into Macaque’s eyes which were also unglamored at the moment. Macaque waited until he calmed, as Wukong matched his breathing to his.

“I never said I was scared,” Macaque said quietly as he held eye contact. Not looking away or flinching.

With each second in Macaque’s grasp his face slow turned red.

“They look like blood,” he said quietly, not wanting to break this moment. He tried to steel himself surely this would be the moment Macaque would realize and be scared.

“ They look like rubies,” Macaque said, shifting his hand from under Wukong’s chin to cradle his cheek.

Wukong’s face was now nearly as red as his eyes, not sure how to take the compliment. He tried but failed to not tilt his head into the warrior’s hand for a few seconds.

“Stop, you're just being nice,” he said, pushing his hand away and looking down at his lap when he realized what he did.

“Do I ever lie,” Macaque asked with a raised brow.

“No,” Wukong muttered, thinking back to back the times when he was unsure or injured. Macaque may hide information unless asked but he didn’t lie. Especially when it was something that had him so shaken.

“Then trust me your eyes are pretty,” he said, flicking his tail as he tried to catch the king’s eyes but he turned further away from him.

“But they scare people, they aren’t like sunflowers,” he said quietly.

This time Macaque blushed; he didn't think Wukong would have remembered something he said when they were cubs, let alone take it to heart.

“Well now they look like gems sparkling in the moonlight,” he said, leaning against Wukong. He tried not to jump as a tail slowly curled around his own stopping it from moving.

“Thank you,” he heard the other say.

“No problem,” he said as his heart sped up faster as Wukong leaned against him as well. He slowly wrapped an arm around the king’s shoulders and pulled him close. If it was a coincidence his lips brushed against Wukong’s forehead as he did he wouldn’t say.

[silvercaptain24]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin Additional Tags: Mentioned Trucy Wright, Mentioned Kristoph Gavin, Wingfic, Phoenix and Klavier Reconciliation fic, Dadnix, Disbarred Phoenix Wright, Good Parent Phoenix Wright, German Klavier Gavin, (well. Parents/Grandparents are anyways), Klavier Gavin is Not Okay, Klavier Gavin Needs A Hug, and he gets one, Kristoph Gavin is His Own Warning, but he's barely there, uhhhhh, technically, Homelessness, for like one sentence but I want to expound on that later, it's not phoenix surprisingly enough, Post-Seven Year Gap (Gyakuten Saiban), There's an eating disorder implied for one sentence, also accidental self-harm that again. is one sentence Series: Part 1 of Wings and Things Summary:

Klavier, at seventeen, thought he knew everything about his world. Klavier, at twenty-four, is finding the rug known as his entire world is being pulled out from under his feet. Including the fact that a man who should hate him doesn't.